As the sun started to set over the shipping yard, my girlfriend Anita and I stood beside a large trailer with a rather disappointed-looking slave kneeling between us. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and rubber as we watched the workers going about their business, ignoring our little corner of the yard for now.
Anita, her raven hair tied up elegantly, looked magnificent in her skin-tight leather catsuit. She narrowed her eyes at the trembling slave before her, her lips curling into a malevolent smile. "All right, slave," she purred, "I want you to show Rosella and me just how obedient you can be."
The slave, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation, nodded vigorously. "Yes, Mistress Anita," he murmured.
"Good boy." Anita smirked before nodding to me. "Rosella," she said, her voice taking on a commanding tone, "unzip your pants and let him see what he's about to taste."
Hesitantly, I did as she commanded, my heart racing as the cool evening air hit my slick folds. The slave's gaze dropped between my legs; his tongue darted out to wet his lips. "Yes, Mistress Anita," he breathed.
Anita reached down to stroke my cheek slowly, her long fingernails tickling my skin. "Now, slave," she growled, "show us how you plan on pleasing us."
Without another word, the slave leaned in, his warm breath tickling my swollen clitoris. He hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth and slowly, tentatively, taking the tip of my engorged clit between his lips. I let out a soft moan as he sucked gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
"Good boy," Anita purred again, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "Now, Rosella," she continued, "tell him what to do next."
I swallowed hard, my own eyes locked onto the slave's as I spoke. "Suck my pussy," I murmured. "Lick my lipsclean."
The slave didn't need to be told twice. With renewed vigor, he dove between my legs, his tongue lapping at my folds eagerly. I gasped as he licked up my juices, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Anita watched approvingly, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Finally, the slave pulled away, his face shiny with my essence. He looked up at us both, his eyes pleading for approval.
"Well?" Anita purred, arching an eyebrow. "Did you enjoy that, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress Anita," the slave replied, his voice quivering with emotion. "It was...unexpectedly amazing."
Anita laughed lightly, amused by his response. "I'm glad you liked it," she said with a smile, "but there's still one more task for you."
She nodded towards the trailer, and the slave slowly stood up. He knew what was coming next.
Anita watched as the slave approached the trailer, his steps hesitant at first but gaining confidence with each step. He stopped in front of the open door and peered inside nervously. Then, with a deep breath, he lowered himself down onto his knees and stuck his head inside the darkened space.
I watched as a stream of fresh urine sprayed out of the slave's gaping mouth, splashing against the dirty metal wall of the trailer. Anita stood next to me, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder as we both watched in silence. The slave's face was contorted in disgust, but he didn't move an inch.
After what felt like an eternity, the flow finally slowed and eventually stopped. The slave remained still for a moment, catching his breath before pulling his head out of the trailer and looking up at us with a mixture of relief and shame on his face.
Anita nodded once and motioned for him to stand up. "You are dismissed, slave," she said coolly. As the slave hurried away, we turned to head back towards our car, our minds already on our next adventure together.
