Toilet Slaves Scatology - Endless licking and pissing! Part 4

The mistress, wrapped in nothing but her silken robe, stood above her toilet slave, her stunning body glistening with perspiration. The scent of their combined arousal filled the room, making it hard to breathe. The slave looked up at her mistress, their eyes meeting in a heated exchange of lust and submission. Mistress Amelia reached down and placed the tip of her shoe against slave Martin's chest, pushing him gently backwards to the floor. He landed with a soft thud, spread eagled before her, ready to fulfill her every desire. She began to stroke her perfect, round ass cheeks, teasing him with every seductive wiggle.

Her shapely legs parted slightly, revealing a sliver of her glistening slit. Mistress Amelia was in control, and she knew it. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the cold, hard marble of the toilet, her luscious ass cheeks clenching around the bowl. Slave Martin's eyes traced every curve and contour of her perfect body, drinking in every inch. Mistress leaned back slightly, presenting her pussy to him. She cocked her head to the side, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched him eagerly lick his own. His tongue lapped at her delicate folds, tasting the sweet nectar that trickled from her pussy. She moaned softly, her fingers running through his hair as he dove deeper into her juices, lapping hungrily at her creamy essence.

Feeling brave, slave Martin slowly inserted a finger into Mistress Amelia's tight opening. She gasped and arched her back, her hips bucking off the toilet in delight. His finger found her G-spot, and he began to massage it in slow, circular motions. Mistress Amelia wrapped her long legs around his head, her heels digging into his shoulders as she pushed him deeper into her pleasure. Her pussy pulsed around his fingertip, milking his digit for every last drop of cum. She groaned, her breathing ragged as she reached down to touch herself, her fingers exploring her nipples and clit in tandem with his ministrations. The room echoed with their gasps and moans, a symphony of erotic delights.

Mistress Amelia pulled her fingers away from her swollen clit, watching as slave Martin hungrily lapped up every drop of her essence. She leaned forward slightly, offering him her plump cleavage. He eagerly accepted, his tongue darting out to lick and suckle at her hardened nipples. She cried out in pleasure, her body shaking with the effort to contain her powerful orgasms. Feeling bold, slave Martin lowered his head further, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He moved up slowly, tracing the curves of her legs with his hot breath until he reached her throbbing pussy. Mistress Amelia could feel his warm breath on her sensitive flesh, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

She moaned softly as slave Martin's tongue began to explore her exposed clit, flicking it gently before tracing elaborate patterns around her sensitive nub. His fingers continued to explore her opening, teasing her G-spot once again. Mistress Amelia closed her eyes, willing herself to stay on the razor's edge of ecstasy. The rhythmic lapping of her slave's tongue against her clit drove her crazy, her entire being focused on the sensation. As she felt herself approaching the brink once more, she pulled slave Martin off her aching pussy, hanging onto his head as she thrust her hips forward, grinding her dripping pussy into his eager face. His eager tongue darted out, catching the juices before they spilled, his nose pressed into her folds.

As she neared the peak of her pleasure, Mistress Amelia gripped slave Martin's hair tightly, pulling his head back and forcing him to look her in the eyes. She could feel the waves of pleasure building inside her, threatening to break free. She moaned softly, her voice deep and throaty, as she released her grip on his hair, pushing him forward gently. He eagerly returned to his worship, his tongue delving deeply into her juicy folds once more. With a gasp, Mistress Amelia let go, her powerful orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy seemed to clench around slave Martin's face, milk after milk of her sweet nectar as she shuddered and whimpered in ecstasy. When the waves finally subsided, she released him, collapsing back onto the toilet seat with a contented sigh.

Slave Martin pulled away, his face shiny with her cum. He looked up at his mistress, his eyes filled with wonder and adoration. She smiled down at him, her heart swelling with pride and satisfaction. He knew his place, and he was more than happy to serve his beautiful mistress in any way she desired.