FemdomBerlin - Celine First Time P3

Celine, a beautiful and dominant mistress, was feeling quite tired after her long day of work. She'd been training submissive men all day and was now ready to unwind in the comfort of her own home. As she settled down on her couch, her eyes fell on her slave who was anxiously waiting by her side. He knew exactly what she needed - a good, long piss to relieve herself from all the stress. Without wasting any time, Lady Celine rose from the couch and made her way towards the bathroom. Her slave followed her every move, his eyes eagerly awaiting the spectacle about to unfold. As she reached the bathroom door, she turned around and gave him a mischievous smile that sent shivers down his spine. "You know what to do," she whispered softly before closing the door behind her. The anticipation in the room grew thick as a knife as the seconds ticked by. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door swung open and out stepped Lady Celine. Her legs were slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of her wet pussy glistening with anticipation. Her slave could barely contain his excitement as he hurried to fulfill his mistress's command. Kneeling down in front of her, he enveloped his face between her thighs and inhaled deeply. The scent of her pussy was intoxicating; a blend of femininity and power that made him weak in the knees. As he waited for her permission, he felt a warm trickle against his lips. It was the first sign of what was to come – a stream of hot urine that would soon fill his mouth. "Now, slave," she growled, pushing his head further down between her legs. The stream became stronger, more intense as she released her orgasmic bliss into his open mouth. He did as he was told, swallowing every drop of her potent nectar. It was a taste like no other – salty, bitter, and yet somehow satisfying beyond words. But this was just the beginning. As he tried to recover from the first round, he felt a cool sensation against his neck. He looked up to see Mistress Michelle standing over him, delicately aiming her stream of urine straight into his throat. It was a sight to behold – her skirt gracefully billowing around her as she pissed elegantly down onto her slave's eager mouth. "Swallow it all," she commanded with a smirk on her lips. And so he did – he opened his mouth wide and let her piss fill him up once again. It was a taste unlike any other – cold and sweet, with just a hint of acidity that sent tingles down his spine. This went on for what seemed like an eternity – round after round of his mistresses' urine filling his mouth and then overflowing onto his face and chest. He was in ecstasy, lost in a world of their combined scent and flavor. His body trembled with each passing second as he struggled to stay under their spell. Finally, after what felt like ages, the flow of urine stopped. Lady Celine stepped back, her legs still slightly parted, inviting him to drink in the sight of her glistening pussy. Mistress Michelle too stepped back, allowing him to catch his breath from under the intoxicating waves of their pee. "Very well done, slave," Lady Celine purred. "Now, go and clean yourself up. We have more work to do tomorrow." And with that, she turned and left him there, alone with his thoughts and the powerful scent of their pee lingering in the air.