Lady Scarlet - Lady Scarlet - Pissing n.2

Lady Scarlet's slave lay before her, his head at the edge of the bed and his body reclined at an angle that allowed for easy access to his mouth. Lady Scarlet stood over him, her elegant gown flowing around her legs as she surveyed her trembling servant. With a smirk, she reached down and unzipped her dress, revealing her perfect figure clad in black lace lingerie underneath. Slowly, sensually, Lady Scarlet lowered herself onto the bed, straddling her slave's face. As she positioned herself, drops of anticipation began to form at the tip of her shiny pink slit. "Open your mouth, slave," she commanded, her voice husky with arousal. Obediently, the slave parted his lips and Lady Scarlet leaned down, teasing him with a gentle kiss before positioning her wet pussy over his mouth. With a long, slow stroke of her hips, Lady Scarlet began to ride her slave's face, sliding her wet pussy up and down over his eager mouth. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips as she felt his tongue trace the delicate folds of her sex, his warm breath bathing her skin in an invigorating wave of heat. Her hips moving in a rhythm that drove her slave wild with lust, Lady Scarlet reached down and grabbed a shiny silver funnel. Slowly, she lowered it towards her slave's upturned face, letting the cool metal brush against his lips. With a wicked smile, she aimed the funnel at the hollow of his throat and began to pour, her hot pee spilling down his chin and onto his eager tongue. The sensation of cool liquid pouring onto his tongue was too much for the slave to bear. He bucked upward, trying to get closer to her sweet nectar, but Lady Scarlet kept him in place with a sharp slap across the face. "Remember your place, slave," she warned, her eyes flashing with anger. Continuing to ride her slave's face, Lady Scarlet watched with satisfaction as he drank eagerly from the funnel, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed her hot piss. The feeling of power and control coursed through her veins, making her pussy pulse with need. Finally, sated, Lady Scarlet pulled the funnel away from her slave's face, its emptiness a stark contrast to the fullness she had just experienced. With a final thrust, she released herself from his grasp, her juices coating his face and neck in a sticky sheen. She stood up, smoothing her dress over her hips as she admired the sight of her slave, face glistening with her pee. Slowly, she walked away, leaving him there, his head hanging low in shame. But even as he lay there, the taste of her pee lingering on his tongue, there was no doubt in his mind that he would do anything she asked, just to feel her wet heat on his face once again.