"Mmmm that's a lot of cum, it would be a shame to waste it," You croon in a low husky voice
You scoop up the cum on my body with your fingers, then order me to open my mouth, a big blob of my seed dropping from your fingers onto my waiting tongue.
"Now slave, no swallowing until i tell you to!"
You continue scraping up the large globs of cum and feed it to me, either dripping it in or scraping the residue off your fingers with my lips, giggling as I play with it for you, swirling my tongue through the creamy whiteness, coating the entire upside of my mouth. I close for a second and you catch me out
"Slave! Hold your mouth open, your mouth is not full enough yet, you need some of me in there too!"
A long drool of spit strings from your lips to mine, mixing with the cum, the last strings ending up in my beard as you clamp my mouth shut and you order me to swallow. I gulp it down, the mix of our fun, all salty, warm and oh so sexy.
I lay there, cum coated, messy and spent. Still not recovered from your fisting.
"Well slave, that was fun."
You get your champagne and return to my side, sipping from the flute and alternating between swallowing and spitting in my mouth, my thoughts being that the finest champagne in Europe would pale in comparison to this heavenly drink.
You finish the glass and I feel sufficiently revived for you to help me off the desk and lead me to the shower, appearing almost drunk in my well fucked state.
"Sit!"
I lean against the wall and slide down, the cold tiles a welcome feeling on my back and ass, barely aware that you have stripped naked and are once again standing over me, oblivious until the stream of your golden nectar hit my face, reviving me.
I open wide, again drinking it in, using the overflow to cleanse the cum from my chest as you direct it all over me, rubbing your piss all over me until the stream becomes a trickle, then finally stops.
You tell me to stay there, and you proceed to shower, soaping yourself up and removing all traces of our time together.
I sense our time together tonight is coming to an end, but you gently push me away when I reach for you.
You step out, help me to my feet and hand me the shampoo, a twinkle in your eye as you suggest that perhaps I might need to use it, calling me your little piss slave as you return to the bedroom.
I take my time scrubbing myself again, shampoo and conditioner on my hair and beard, turning the shower to cold to soothe my raw and abused body.
"What's taking so long?" you call
"Sorry mistress just making myself clean for you."
"Good slave, now hurry up!"
I quickly dry off and return to the bedroom, finding you standing at the end of the bed naked apart from the big black cock, standing proud and erect in the harness.
My heart skips a beat, both with excitement that the night is not yet over but also trepidation as I am not sure my ass is capable of another Viking plunder.
You see the look on my face and there is a mischievous glint in your eye.