Mistress Anita Strapon Fucks Her Coerced Piss Drinking Slave
Mistress Anita, a dominant force to be reckoned with, had her eyes set on a particularly pliant butt for her evening's pleasure. Summoning her slave to her chambers, she smirked wickedly as anticipation filled the air. Today, she had a new toy in store for him—a sturdy strapon that would help her fulfill her carnal desires in ways she knew he'd never forget.
As the slave knelt before her, his heart racing at the sight of her imposing figure, Mistress Anita lifted her chin in command. With a sneer of amusement, she leaned down close to his face and whispered dirty, demeaning words that sent shivers down his spine. Without further ado, she shoved him onto a nearby table, bending him over as if he were putty in her hands.
The slave gasped as he felt the cold metal of the strapon press against his ass cheeks. He knew what was coming next and couldn't help but feel both excitement and dread at the thought of it. As Mistress Anita positioned herself between his legs, she took control with a firm grip on his hips. With one swift thrust, she pushed the strapon deep into his ass, filling him up completely.
Moans echoed around the room as Mistress Anita began her brutal yet satisfying ride. She pounded away at his sensitive flesh, hitting his prostate again and again until he was certain he couldn't take any more. But just when he thought he'd hit his limit, she pulled out the strapon, freeing him momentarily from her grasp.
Now it was his turn to serve his mistress. Kneeling before her, he opened his mouth wide in anticipation, knowing full well what was expected of him. With a cruel twist of her lips, Mistress Anita pushed the head of her engorged cock against his lips, forcing him to take it into his mouth. He could taste his own tears mix with his mistress's saliva as he began to deepthroat her, his throat burning with each passing moment.
When she deemed him ready, Mistress Anita pulled the strapon out of his mouth and positioned it at the entrance of his ass once again. This time, she thrust it deep inside, filling him up even more than before. As she rode him hard, her body slapping against his buttocks in a rhythm that was both primal and erotic, he felt himself lose control completely.
Finally, with a triumphant cry, Mistress Anita pulled out of him and stepped back, surveying her handiwork. The slave lay there, half-conscious but still obeying her every command as she walked towards him. He trembled in anticipation as she held out a gold chalice filled with her own nectar—the ultimate reward for a job well done.
With shaking hands, he took the chalice from her and brought it to his lips, tasting the warm, sweet liquid that flowed within. As he swallowed every last drop, he could feel his mistress's satisfaction course through him, filling him with a sense of purpose and belonging that he had never known before.
And so it was that Mistress Anita and her loyal slave shared a bond that could never be broken, their desires intertwined in a dance of power and submission that knew no bounds.
