Ischade Returns "Very good. Now look at me." I raise my eyes back to Hers. Suddenly She grabs my hair roughly, pulling my head back so my face rises to Her resolute gaze, so close that our noses almost touch. "Look at me, I said...am I beautiful?" Her grip on my hair is painful, unrelenting. Her strength and the lust that flashes between us makes me shudder and yelp, "Yessss!" She speaks menacingly and hurriedly. "Now I've fucked your dirty little whore cunt we are going to fuck and kiss mine until I say stop...until I say stop, understand?" "Yes," I reply immediately. "You may wank yourself steadily but you may not cum until I say. Understand?" I nod 'yes'. "Do you fully understand Me, bitch?" She asks more forcefully. "I understand, my Lover," I reply trying to match the same certainty of Her command. Satisfied, She lies on her side, raising and cocking one leg in the air, Her awesome crotch fully revealed to me. Still grasping my hair, She guides my head between Her legs. My mouth is open to Her again even before our lips meet. I grasp my rigid cock in one hand, pre-cum immediately coating my palm and fingers, heedfully starting to masturbate. She grinds my head against Her pussy over and over as I kiss and taste Her, Her wetness smearing slick on my chin and upper lip. Her hips grind urgently at my face as my tongue curls across Her clit, into and inside Her. Locking my head to Her with Her raised leg, She takes up the plug. Reaching behind Her, She slides it expertly into her pussy from behind. Ohhh, the excitement of seeing Her open, of watching Her skin stretch to receive it...I'm frantically sucking and licking Her, my balls swinging painfully between my legs as I wank myself to Her command. Our passions seem to feed each other's. Right before my eyes She's sliding the toy in and out, again and again, my tongue and lips inspired to circle and vibrate against Her ever more fervently. I can hear Her pleasure, those sweet vulnerable sighs and groans of physical delight in Her breathing and catching in Her voice. I can feel My Lover's whole body tremble against my mouth to the ingress of the plug, almost as if my slut tongue was competing with the toy to bring Her pleasure. Without warning, She starts to piss. The hot, inebriating liquid streams from Her and splashes across my already wet face trapped between Her legs. As the pungent liquid fills and overflows my mouth, I find myself drinking it without a conscious thought. I'm gulping it down, but the angle at which She's lying, denies me so much! All that I cannot swallow is splashing forward off the bench and onto my stomach, burning my skin. As I, Her worthy whore, jerk myself off and groan with Her pleasure, My Angel's piss runs across my slut cock and tied-off balls, to pool between my legs. "Cum NOW!" She shrieks. My body leaps at Her generous instruction, instantly starting to wank myself furiously towards the sweet release I'm now screaming out for, one hand cupping my cold and aching balls, the other viciously stroking my cock. My abandoned body is overtaking itself, with its whore mouth full of My Lover's piss and its every sense intoxicated with Her taste, sight and smell. I cum...exploding...spasming violently, my face locked and buried in Her wetness, my body convulsing in time with each jet of semen that surges from me and splatters messily against the bench. She's laughing for me as my face jumps against Her crotch. I'm still kissing and licking Her as my body, still pulsing with energy, starts to calm. She's discarded the plug now and runs Her fingers possessively though my urine-sodden hair. "All fours now..." She calmly instructs, releasing my head from Her grip. Facing Her, I shuffle back on my haunches and drop forward, my hands flat to the floor and necessarily resting in the puddle of Her rapidly cooling urine, their wrists still shackled loosely together. As I raise my head to look up at Her in wonder, exhaustion and in complete submission, She sits up majestically onto the edge of the bench, Her legs swinging down, knees bending so that Her feet rest on the ground either side of me. "You've made quite a mess, fucktoy." She's pointing at the trails of my cum dribbling down the side of the bench. "Please do something about it." "Of course, my Angel." I lean forward docilely, opening my mouth to lick the cold bench clean of my own cold cum. My sense of taste is overwhelmed, my body's still quietly shuddering. She slides two fingers into Her pussy; the fingertips of Her other hand parting Her glistening, wet lips and circling Her clit. As I mop up my cum with my mouth, She masturbates lazily, decadently. "Don't forget the floor, slut." Unquestioningly, my elbows bend to bring my open mouth right down to the floor, to suck and lap up Her cold piss from the tiles. I can feel Her eyes and smile following me, can hear the sound of Her fingers as they slip in and out of Her pussy. It's done and I look up at Her. "That'll do pig," She giggles. Her hands are still busy but She motions with Her head for me to sit on the bench close beside Her. I get up and move so that our thighs press together side by side, my face turned to Her, my hands unmoving in my lap. I watch Her in profile as Her eyes close and we listen to the tender human sounds of Her orgasm build. In our own magical quiet world, She cums, Her long hair falling free from Her shoulders, Her back arching in orgasm. I look on adoringly as the beautiful and familiar contortions of pleasure cross and clear from Her face. Beaming, my smile cracks the mask of our combined dried cum that coats my skin. We're alive...and at peace... She turns to me and raises a hand to my mouth. Her eyes softly appraising me as She presses two fingers between my lips, benignly, almost imperceptibly sliding them in and out of my mouth for me to lick clean. My tongue obediently bathes and flicks around them. She removes the restraints from my balls and unbuckles the wrist and thigh cuffs, so easy in our nakedness together. Leaning forward I lower my head and plant a lingering kiss on the inside of Her knee...our sign. Her hand caresses the back of my neck, circling the collar before removing that too. As my head rises again, She catches my chin in her hand and looks deep into my eyes. We say nothing because there's no need, we know it already and besides, it's all there in the deep and sated smiles that we exchange. There's a dangerous light still dancing in Her eyes, which makes me laugh and shimmer inside with happiness. It's infectious... She catches my giggles asking, "Shower?" "Shower!" I reply.