Mistress Jardena - Morning Piss for sissy slut

Mistress Jardena stood over her sissy slut, the back door of her lingerie sliding down to expose her puckered hole. She grinned wickedly as she reached down, spreading the cheeks of her ass revealing the pearly tears of her anus. "Drink it up." She ordered, her voice cold and commanding.

The sissy slut knew exactly what was coming next. He trembled in anticipation as Mistress Jardena positioned her wet, pulsating cunt directly above his open mouth. He could feel the warmth of her body against his face and the salty taste of her arousal on his tongue. He opened his mouth wide, ready to receive her piercing scream as she moaned in pleasure. "Mmmmfuck, yes! Suck it baby!" She screamed, thrusting her hips forward so that her clit brushed against his lips. He sucked hungrily at the fleshy bud, feeling the power surge through him as he devoured her sweet nectar. He could feel her juices dripping down his chin and onto his chest, but he didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing his Mistress and tasting her delicious essence.

After several minutes of intense pleasure, Mistress Jardena pulled her hips back and looked down at her slut. His face was flushed with excitement, his cock hard and straining against the fabric of his crotch. She grinned wickedly, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him - on the edge of orgasm and desperate for release. "Now it's time for your morning piss," she purred, reaching behind her to grab the shaft of his erect cock. She squeezed it gently, feeling the hot piss pooling in his bladder. "Drink every last drop," she ordered again, her voice low and sultry.

The slut's heart raced as he felt the cold liquid trickling through his veins. He knew better than to protest or resist; she would make him swallow every drop of her golden nectar. He opened his mouth wide, prepared to receive the torrent of pee that was about to be unleashed. It felt like an eternity before the first drops hit, but then they came fast and hard. The sensation of hot liquid pouring into his open mouth was both exhilarating and humiliating. He drank greedily, feeling the warmth spread through his body as he swallowed each dose of his Mistress's nectar. As the stream slowed, he licked the last drops from his lips, tasting the sweet, salty tang on his tongue. Mistress Jardena watched with satisfaction as her sissy slut's face flushed with shame and excitement. "That's a good bitch," she cooed, running her fingers through his hair. "Now get up and prepare my coffee, we've got a busy day ahead of us."

The sissy slut stood up unsteadily, his legs shaking with the sheer intensity of the experience. He made his way to the kitchen, still feeling the warmth of his Mistress's nectar pulsing through his veins. He knew that he was hers, completely and utterly. And he loved every second of it.