Anja Black - NS Glas for Slave

Anja Black sat on her golden throne, sipping from a champagne flute filled with her warm, golden nectar. She looked down upon her slave, who knelt before her, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum in anticipation of her command. She smirked, knowing that he was addicted to her piss, and that the slightest mention of it would send him into a frenzy of lust. "You're such a dirty boy, aren't you?" she purred, her voice laced with seduction. "You can't get enough of this sweet, pissy goodness." She watched as he nodded eagerly, unable to contain himself any longer. "Well then, maybe it's time to give you what you want." Slowly, she stood up, her long legs and high heels making a click-clack sound as she approached her slave. With a mischievous grin, she unzipped her fishnet stockings, revealing her bare legs, and pushed them down over her hips, exposing her pussy and ass. Her cock was already dripping with desire. "Come on, baby," she whispered, "time to taste your mistress's pussy." She moved closer to him, lowering herself onto his face, letting him taste her juices and feel the heat of her body against his. His tongue darted out, lapping at her clit as he moaned in pleasure. As her climax approached, she sensed the familiar tug in her bladder, the urge to release the warm, golden liquid that she had been holding onto for so long. With a sultry smile, she lowered her ass back down to the floor and reached between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously as she prepared to empty her bladder. With a loud moan, she let go, releasing a long, hot stream of piss that splashed against her slave's face and chest. He lapped it up eagerly, watching as more and more of it splattered against his skin. She grinned down at him, seeing the look of ecstasy on his face as he bathed in his mistress's golden nectar. "That's it, baby," she purred, "drink it all up. It's all yours." And with that, she stepped back, allowing him to crawl over to the glass she had used earlier, still half-full of her piss. He reached for it eagerly, putting it to his lips and taking a long, slow sip of her essence. Anja watched as he drank, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure. She knew that she held all the power here, that she could control him with nothing more than a word or a look. It felt good to be worshipped in this way, to know that her body and its fluids held such power over another person. With a satisfied smile, she reached down and stroked his head, ruffling his hair gently. "You're such a good little slave," she murmured, "always eager to please your mistress." He looked up at her, his eyes shimmering with love and devotion. "Thank you, mistress," he whispered, "for sharing your golden nectar with me." She grinned, knowing that he would do anything for just another taste of her piss. And as she watched him lap up the last drops from the glass, she realized that she wouldn't ever want to be anywhere else but here, on her throne, surrounded by her adoring slave.