Two

You have me on my knees, face upturned, cradled between your hands.  I’m testing out the bonds you’ve tied my arms together in.  No room to even try.

Your hand slides down to grab me by the throat just under my chin.  The look in your eyes and the grin on your face let me know there’s something in store I wasn’t expecting.

Warmth spreads throughout my body as you slide 2 fingers into my mouth, letting me get them wet before shoving them farther to see how much I can take.  The grip on my neck tightens, but I can’t help but moan.

I’m left with an empty mouth as you reach to unbuckle your belt, hastily freeing your cock before lightly rubbing it across my lips . . . over my cheeks, my eyelids.  A sweet mixture of the pleasure of the feel of you and the degradation of your dominance. 

I take you into my mouth and relish the way your hardness feels sliding past my lips, over my tongue.  You make my mouth water.  Eagerly sucking, licking, massaging you, drinking in the taste of you.  Just as I hear your breathing pick up, I gently mouth one ball, then the other, licking from underneath, up and over, all the way back up to play with the head.  Hearing my moans, you take me by the back of the head and thrust your way to the back of my head.  I’m choking and gagging around your cock, not sure if I can take anymore when you pull out, releasing my head.  Wondering why you’re finishing yourself off, I watch as you come into your hand, grab me by the back of my hair and smear your cum all over my face -- an act that has no other purpose than to degrade me. . . and I feel myself getting wetter.

Still holding me by the back of the hair, you make some comment about me being a dirty girl who needs to get cleaned up and drag me to the bathroom, shoving me into the bathtub.  You strip and step in with me, grabbing me by the hair again.  I watch, humiliated, as a warm stream of urine spurts forth and splashes onto my breasts.  My pussy gets wetter.  Looking into your eyes, I see your desire, see you looking through me.  I watch you look at the conflict in me and shudder at your satisfaction of it.  We both notice my breath quicken.  You tell me to rub my clit as you adjust to bombard my face.  In my shock, I’ve taken some into my mouth and I’m spitting, choking once again.

I can’t help but struggle. 

I can’t help but rub. harder. 

The stream stops.  I pause.  You tell me to keep rubbing myself.  Of course, I oblige.  Your fingers begin to wipe your urine off of me, but only to force them into my mouth.  One swipe after another.  The look on my face is vulnerable, adoring.  You adorn my face with kisses, planting a kiss on my lips that just pulls me in.

Your voice is full of sex as you tell me “Goood giiirl.”