Elvertinafrautoilet - Stupid Slave Wants My Ass!

Elvertinafrautoilet sighed deeply as she settled comfortably onto her throne. Her luxurious golden toilet seat swayed slightly beneath her weight, its soft ripples through the water causing gentle waves to lap at her breasts. She savored the splash of cool water against her skin and the way her robes clung tightly to her body, accentuating every curve. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the bowed heads and trembling forms of her slaves. She smirked inwardly; it was time for another lesson in servitude.

She picked a particular slave out from the crowd, one who had been especially insolent in recent days. He was trembling now, terrified of what she might do. "Come here," she commanded, her voice heavy with menace. Slowly, stiffly, he shuffled forward until he stood before her, his eyes wide with fear.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?" She purred, running one manicured nail down his cheek. "Maybe it's time I showed you just how much fun it can be to serve your mistress." With that, she reached down, grabbed him by the neck, and pulled him closer. His face was now level with her shapely, rounded ass. Elvertinafrautoilet wore nothing under her flowing robes, and the scent of her body wash hung heavy in the air. "Go on," she whispered, "taste it."

The slave hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and pressing his face against her musky-smelling skin. He could feel the heat emanating from her body and instinctively licked at the flesh beneath him. His tongue flicked out hesitantly, tasting both her skin and the cool, damp air of the room. She moaned softly, fingers digging into his shoulders as she ground her ass against his face.

"That's it, slave," she breathed, her words hot against his ear. "You like that, don't you? You want more, don't you?" She pulled away just enough for his head to rise from between her cheeks. "Come on, time to make your mistress feel good."

She stood slowly, arching her back and pushing out her stomach. The slave, unsure of what she wanted from him, copied her movements, mimicking her posture. It was then that Elvertinafrautoilet turned and knelt on the floor, her legs spread wide. "That's right, slave," she purred. "Don't waste any time."

The slave hesitated for only a moment before pushing forward, his face enveloped in the sweet scent of his mistress's pussy. His tongue darted out, tasting her smooth, hot skin. She moaned again, longer and louder this time, bucking her hips forward as he lapped hungrily at her folds. She could feel the thick, velvet head of his cock pressing against her ass cheek, and she grinned wickedly to herself.

Gently, Elvertinafrautoilet reached back and grabbed hold of his cock, guiding it towards her aching hole. Slowly, carefully, she lowered herself down onto his shaft, taking him deep inside her. Her hands clawed into his shoulders as she started to ride him, his cock sliding in and out of her wet, warm pussy. "Yes," she hissed, "like that, slave. Give it to me."

The slave moaned in response, pushing up into his mistress as she rode him. His cock throbbed inside her, filling her with each thrust. She leaned forward, grabbing hold of his neck and pulling him closer as she fucked him. "You like serving me, don't you?" she taunted. "You love it when your mistress fucks you like this, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress," he whispered, his voice ragged with lust and submission. "I love it."

Elvertinafrautoilet smiled, feeling her climax building within her. "Come on, slave," she growled. "Give it to me."

The slave pushed up into her one last time, driving his cock deep inside her. She came hard, her pussy clamping down around him, and screamed out her release. Her orgasm rocked their bodies, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through them. For a moment, they were still, caught in the throes of ecstasy. Then, slowly, she pulled away from him, her pussy slipping off his cock with a wet sucking sound.

Elvertinafrautoilet stood, towering over her trembling slave. "On your knees, slave," she commanded, her voice once again heavy with menace. The slave dropped to his knees, head bowed in submission. She stared down at him for a long moment, her eyes boring into his skull. Then, with a sneer of contempt, she turned and walked away, leaving him to kneel in her wake. The room was silent except for the sound of his sobs echoing off the marble walls.