Femdom Austria - Golden Shower 93

Princess Kirstin was in a playful mood today, and she knew just what she wanted to do with her loyal slave. She was dressed in a figure-hugging black dress that showed off her curves and highlighted her tanned skin. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her ruby red lips were painted in a seductive pout. The slave, on the other hand, was kneeling before her, his eyes locked on her every move, ready to obey her every command. The princess walked over to a golden rotunda and peered down into it. It was an antique toilet, one of her favorite possessions. She glanced back at the slave, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm in the mood for some piss play," she purred. "Get ready." The slave nodded eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation. Kirstin climbed onto the golden rotunda, her dress hiking up to reveal her shapely thighs. She spread her legs and bent forward, giving the slave an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. She planted her hands on the rotunda for balance and took a deep breath. "Look at that," she said, nodding toward the antique fountain in the corner. "It's time to give it a good cleaning." Without further ado, Princess Kirstin lifted her dress and bunched it up around her waist. She reached down between her legs and began to masturbate, stroking her clit eagerly. Her warm piss began to flow down her inner thighs, dripping onto the floor. The slave watched in awe as his mistress transformed before his eyes, her body shuddering with pleasure as she approached orgasm. Finally, Princess Kirstin let out a long, low moan and arched her back, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was just about to come when she remembered the slave. "Open your mouth," she commanded. Obeying without hesitation, the slave parted his lips, anticipating what was to come. Against his lips, he felt the warm, soothing rush of piss. Kirstin's piss flooded into the slave's mouth, filling it up to the brim. He had never tasted anything so divine. Feeling satisfied for the moment, Kirstin climbed down from the rotunda and walked over to the slave. She knelt down in front of him, her face just inches from his. "Now it's time for a little treat," she whispered, a wicked smile forming on her lips. She placed a hand on his cheek and guided his face towards her wet pussy. With a look of reverence, the slave nestled his face into Kirstin's strumpet, inhaling her heady feminine scent. Kirstin moaned again as the slave started licking and sucking on her swollen clit. She moved her hand through his hair, encouraging him to continue. Her hips began to buck wildly, her cunt sucking on his face. Just as she was about to climax again, she pulled away. "Not yet," she teased, her breath hot against his ear. She stood up and paced back and forth in front of the slave, her hips swaying enticingly. He could feel his cock starting to stir within the confines of his pants. Suddenly, Kirstin stopped and turned to face the slave. She squatted down over his face, her pussy mere inches from his mouth. With a devious smile, she lowered herself onto his tongue, impaling herself on his eager cock. The slave felt her warm juices trickling down his throat as she took him deeper into her body. Her pussy gripped his tongue like a vice, causing him to buck and moan in pleasure. They remained locked in this position for several long moments, their breathing ragged and their hearts pounding. Finally, Kirstin pulled away and stood up, her thighs still glistening with her own piss. "That was fun," she purred, running a hand through her hair playfully. "You're such a good boy." She knelt back down in front of the slave and took his quivering cock in her hand. She stroked it a few times, causing thick ropes of cum to shoot out of the tip and land on her hand. She tasted it on her fingertip, savoring the sweet salty flavor. With a satisfied smile, she stood up and stepped away from the slave. "Until next time," she said, her voice ringing with authority. She turned and walked away, leaving the slave kneeling on the floor, covered in his own juices and his mistress's piss, but feeling more alive than he had in years.