Part 3
A perfect arc of golden piss reached out through the air onto Michael’s waiting face.
With his mouth wide open, he drank and drank as though it would run out too soon but it didn’t and he was drenched in the warm, golden goodness of Stacey’s warm piss.
“Oh, we have got a very THIRSTY boy here, haven’t we…” Stacey sneered down at the millionaire, laughing at how lowly he looked to her.
It was all Michael could do, not to drown in her filthy urine as he tried to blink the piss away from his eyes and lick his lips to get every last drop, moving his head from one side to the other to lick the remains off his shoulders.
Climbing down to where he lay, Stacey squatted over his smiling face as she lowered herself slowly towards him.
“Oh, you like that? Open your mouth, bitch!” she hissed as she reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair.
“I am not finished with you yet!” she laughed.
Michael looked up at her eyes. She was totally selling this. She was a natural domme and he was loving every second.
“You’re my human toilet and I am going to use your mouth for whatever I want!”
Dropping a single line of saliva into his mouth, Stacey watched as the thin string touched his lips and she grinned. This wasn’t to-script. This was hers. She was making this up at this point.
He had his safe word and she knew to stop as soon as she heard it. It was that, or three sharp taps with his hand, if he couldn’t talk.
Bucking her hips a little, Stacey lowered her arse hole over Michael’s open mouth. This was unknown territory but she knew him well enough to know he didn’t like to play safe or by the rules. He liked surprises. Especially kinky surprises.
“Let me see that tongue!” Stacey barked at her captive.
Michael’s expression changed. Stacey watched his eyes, watched for any hint of fear, any hint of regret at agreeing to this kind of play.
“Lick! Lick my arsehole, you piece of shit.”
Stacey sneered and gripped his hair in her fist as she sank further onto his face, allowing more weight to smother his mouth with her puckered arse hole.
Michael could feel her arse hole pout and distend and feared the worst was about to happen.
His hand made a fist, ready to knock those three sharp taps if Stacey took this where he thought she was going to take it.
More weight on his face. Less chance for air.
The plinth under his head was making the back of his head ache with the weight on his face as the puckering continued.
“Get that FUCKING tongue in there, MAGGOT!” Stacey screamed.
Pushing his tongue for all he was worth, Michael broke through just in time for his reward of a trickle of piss, down over his eyes and forehead, followed by a squirt over his mouth as Stacey shifted on her high heels, laughing, followed by a thick, hot gush of warm saltyness cascading over his mouth and neck, over his shoulders and down onto the ground.
Looking down at the mess she had made of her millionaire playmate, Stacey smiled, breaking character as she softened her tone.
“I really had you there, didn’t I?”
Michael laughed.
“I thought you were totally going to take that somewhere completely different.” he said.
“I wouldn’t do that.”
“Good.” Michael said.
“I’ll leave that for Janine, tomorrow!”
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