My master made me his piss slut

 

You grab me once more, this time bending me over at the waist. While you lift my skirt, my hands find the edge of the tub, and I brace myself. The feeling of your fingers playing with my thong, teasingly moving it to the side, is intoxicating. Slowly, taking in a deep breath, I let myself close my eyes, and I wait.

The sudden coolness hits me. I knew it was coming, but it still takes a second to calm myself again. I need to focus on my breaths, focus on the fact that I can feel your wet finger tracing the rim of my ass. God, you feel good. Your gentle pressing, increasing in intensity, causing me to raise my hips towards you. . . I know we both want this.

As I exhale, your finger slips in past my sphincter. Oh fuck. I know I’m tight, but the discomfort of your finger is pleasure in of itself; I hear myself moaning as you push up to your knuckle. I think you’re asking me if this is okay; oh, it’s more than okay. I don’t know if I tell you to, but you begin to move in and out. As the speed starts to increase, you pull out, but not for long; I hear the lube open again. Now I feel two of your fingers pressed up against me, and more than ever I want to take them in—especially knowing what’s coming. With another exhale, I feel myself relax, and your fingers slide in. For a moment, all I know is how full I am; before too long, I just know that I am your toy to fuck. Three fingers, four; give them to me, Master. I can take them—I will take them.

Suddenly I’m empty, and I collapse a little bit, leaning into my hands. How far along are we? My head is swimming, and my breaths are deep and heavy. I didn’t realize it before, but my arms are actually shaking—why did my master stop?

I hear another click of the lube, and that is answer enough.

You pull my hips back up, and you open my ass. I can hardly breathe as I feel you press the head of your hard cock against me. A swipe up, down, and then positioned again; with a firm push, you slip yourself inside me.

I think my eyes literally roll towards the back of my head.

Your girth is painful, pleasurable. Everything’s black, and I all can feel is your hands on my hips while you slowly slide your thick dick even deeper. Am I enough? Am I pleasuring you? I can barely breathe, but that doesn’t matter—I want to feel you balls deep in me, filling me up.

After bottoming out, I can feel you starting to fuck me, gradually increasing in speed. I don’t even know what you’re saying at this point, the feeling is so intense, but I hope it’s about how full you are. I can’t help it; I can only think about every glass of water you’ve drunk today. Oh please, Master, I think I hear myself saying. Please use me, that’s all that I’m good for! Use your dirty, little bunny

You stop thrusting; with a groan, I feel your body relax.

“Oh, fuck.”

Yes.

Suddenly your cock spasms, and I feel you release yourself inside of me. The stream is hot and powerful, filling me up even more, and I moan as you press me as close to you as possible.

“Do you like that, my disgusting, sexy little slut?”

The stream is unrelenting.

“Does my bunny like being filled with her master’s piss?”

Hot, sticky droplets are starting to escape, running down my pussy.

“Does she like being my personal urinal, whenever I need to use her?”

Oh god yes.

Now the piss is really escaping, streaming down the inside of my thighs; I’m so fucking close. I can’t see myself, but I must be a twitching, moaning mess. Just knowing I am my master’s, here for him to degrade and use, is almost enough to make me cum, but this—this feeling of his hot piss filling my ass, never-ending—

“Cum for me, bunny.”

Your words send me over the edge.

Such intense ecstasy, incredible euphoria wracking me physically and mentally. The waves are rolling over me, drowning out any outside feeling. This must be my peak, the pinnacle of my service. I have never felt so defiled before, not even while gulping down the acrid piss directly from your dick. And your voice, telling me to cum—how could I disobey you? I need to be your good, nasty little slut; it couldn’t get any better.

The orgasm is starting to fade, and I notice you’re no longer inside me. Temporarily I’m disappointed, but not for long; the rest of your promise is coming back to me. With my ass still in the air, I open my eyes, and I have an upside down view of you slathering lube on a plug—there’s a twinge of excitement in my soaking pussy. “ready for round two?” you say happily.

 

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