Amy, a daring and dominant mistress, stood before her slave, a cocktail stick wedged between his teeth. She wore nothing but a pair of lacy black panties, her perfect curves barely contained by the delicate fabric. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she eyed her helpless plaything.
"Are you ready for this, my little pet?" She purred, untying the knot between his legs and freeing his massive erection. She stroked the huge member, glistening with saliva and anticipation. "I'm going to make you beg for my pee today," she whispered menacingly.
As if to underscore her point, she dragged a long, slender tube towards him. The clear plastic tube was about two feet long and half an inch wide, curved at one end – it looked like an oversized funnel. An eager grin spread across her face as she positioned the curve of the funnel just above his wide-open mouth, levering his jaw open wider with the cocktail stick.
"Suck it up, slave," Amy commanded him, running her fingers through his hair. He obediently opened his mouth wider, eager to please her. With a firm grip on the base of his gigantic cock, Amy began to stroke him rhythmically, her other hand holding the funnel mouth-to-capture close to the tip.
Tension built inside him as he felt the first warm drops of her urine hitting the inside of his cheek. He moaned in appreciation, eyes closed tightly as the salty liquid trickled down his throat. Amy increased the pace, pulsing her hips harder and faster as she watched his face contort in ecstasy.
"That's it, baby," she cooed softly, her breath hot against his ear. "You're such a good little cocksucker." The funnel tube vibrated slightly, sending ripples of pleasure through his mind and body. As the flow of urine increased, her grip on him tightened – she was holding onto his cock for dear life as he threatened to explode.
Finally, she couldn't hold out anymore. With a loud groan, he came hard – buckets of hot, salty semen erupting from his swollen cock. His throat muscles strained to take it all, and he choked on the overwhelming intensity of the sensation.
Through it all, Amy didn't flinch. She watched him with a thirsty gaze, licking her lips in anticipation. When he finally regained his breath and composure, she released him from her grip and gestured towards the funnel with a sly grin. "Now it's my turn to cum," she purred, climbing on top of him.
Grinning wildly, she positioned her sex directly over his mouth and gave him one final command. "Drink my pussy juice." She thrust her hips downward, impaling herself on his tongue and thrusting her clit against his palate. Wave after wave of warm, sweet liquid flowed from her sex to his mouth, overwhelming his senses and sending him spiraling into new depths of ecstasy.
With a final, violent thrust, Amy's hips bucked wildly and she came – her pussy juice flowing freely down his throat and into his belly. As she caught her breath, Amy looked down at her satisfied pet with a mischievous grin. "That was quite a show, wasn't it?"
