Miss Dula - Mc Pissing

Miss Dula, a striking beauty with a body to die for, owned a slave who had been with her for quite some time. Today, he had been given the task of fetching her a sandwich and a drink. However, he had messed up big time by getting her the wrong drink. She sat on her throne, contemplating how to punish him.

Miss Dula decided that instead of punishing him harshly, she would use this as an opportunity to teach him a lesson. She called him over and explained that even though he had made a mistake, she would still gift him with something special. She asked him to approach her holding the bowl filled with saliva she had been collecting.

The slave did as he was told, trembling in fear of what was to come. Miss Dula stood up and walked towards him, smirking. She took the bowl from his shaking hands and placed it on the ground before wrapping her slender fingers around his cock.

She led him to a chair and made him sit, then straddled him, her perfect breasts bouncing gently as she played with his member. She let out a soft moan and began to milk his cock, collecting his precum in the bowl she had placed earlier.

As he watched in awe, she stood up, positioning herself behind him. She took the sandwich from the plate and began to chew it slowly. She moaned again, this time more explicitly, as she spat the chewed-up pieces of bread and meat into the bowl. Then, she unbuttoned her shorts and released a stream of golden piss directly into the soda can.

Her piss splashed against the inside of the can, creating a wet, warm sound. She leaned over, her breasts gently brushing against his shoulder blades, and picked up the sandwich again. She moved closer to his face and pressed the sandwich against his lips. "Time for you to feed," she said seductively, her warm breath tickling his skin.

He opened his mouth obediently, eager to taste this strange concoction she had prepared. He bit into the sandwich, feeling the soft, wet bread against his lips and the warm, salty taste of meat mixed with her essence. He forced himself to swallow, his throat contracting around the strange food as he looked forward to what was coming next.

Miss Dula picked up the now-pee-filled soda can and poured it over the sandwich, soaking it thoroughly. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, forcing his lips open once again. "Here, drink," she commanded as she poured the golden liquid directly into his mouth. The warm, pee-filled soda mixed with the salty bread and meat, creating a unique kind of wetness that filled his senses.

She released his hair and pushed him to his knees, her fingers once again placing a firm grip on his now hard cock. She moaned loudly, her desire for him evident as she positioned his cock at her entrance. She lowered herself slowly onto him, taking him inside her tight, wet pussy. The feeling of her warm walls gripping him sent electric shocks down his spine, making him moan in pleasure and pain simultaneously.

She began to ride him slowly, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm that matched the noise of slurping coming from the sandwich bowl. The scent of piss and sex filled the air, making it a heady mix of pleasure and desire. As she rode him harder, he felt the knot forming deep within him, signaling his impending orgasm.

Suddenly, Miss Dula pulled away from him and made him kneel beside her once again. She lifted the now soggy sandwich and pushed it into his mouth, forcing him to take one last bite before guiding his head to her dripping pussy. She lowered herself back onto him, fitting him snugly inside her once more. His cockhead pressed against the entrance to her throat, and she moaned loudly, signaling that he could release his seed inside her.

As he came with a loud grunt, filling her throat with his hot seed, he felt her pussy spasming around him. She continued to ride him, milking him for every last drop of his precious fluids. When she finally came down from her orgasmic high, she released him from her grip and stood up, flushing the bowl and can down the toilet.

She turned around and smiled at him, a wicked gleam in her eye. "There you have it, slave. Your lesson for today." And with that, she walked away, leaving him kneeling on the floor, his mind reeling from the intense experience he had just been through.