“I am about to piss now,” I announced. His eyes had seemed glazed but now he looked at me with a hunger, an eagerness.
“May I taste it please Mistress?”
“Yes, come squat down under me now” I said.
As I squatted down, I put my hands on my legs just above the knees, then behind my head. I shook my shoulders to make my breasts jiggle. I felt empowered as I watched his eyes explore my body. Then, I felt the urge.
“I’m going to do it now,” I told him. He asked if he could stroke his cock. I nodded yes quietly.
First, a few drops came, then a dribble, then a stream. As it hit his face, I felt droplets splash on my feet and lower legs. I loved the feeling of complete degrading him. As my stream slowed, I watched as he suddenly tensed and took a deep breath as he was about to cum.
“Don’t you dare cum! You let my piss splash all over my legs, clean up the mess bitchboy!” He started lapping at it urgently, knowing I wouldn’t let him cum if he missed so much as a spot. Once he had every drop of my hot piss cleaned up with a tongue bath I gave him permission to continue stroking. My bitch shot his load all the way up on his chest and could barely catch his breath his orgasm was so intense….
