Piss-bucket !!

He possesses a power on you untold,
Within your mouth, your worth unfolds,
His hardened desire, it does attest,
To the truth that lies amidst your breasts.

He calls you his "piss-bucket"
you accept the role
He unzips his hard cock
you know your goal.

As you swallow his piss, obedient and meek,
His lust for you ignites its peak,
A maid's attire adorns your frame,
Stirring fantasies wild, passion untamed.

Your wetness flows, an unspoken plea,
To be taken, by him, willingly,
To feel his touch, your body he'll claim,
To surrender, to submit, to fan the flame.

But you seek permission, a nod, a sign,
While his golden stream fills your mind,
Silently you yearn, your essence revealed,
For his domination to be sealed.

In this intoxicating realm of two,
Bodies entwined, desires accrue,
He finishes, dabbing drops upon your face,
A feeble whisper, an echo of grace.

"Do you crave it, my little one?
Are you wet, desiring more undone?"
Your face aflame, but your silence plain,
Signals your yearning, your desire unchained.

"Which holes, my dear?" he inquires,
Lifting your chin, stoking the fires,
"Tell me, reveal what your heart withholds,
For I yearn to conquer all untold."

"Any, all," you utter, lost in his gaze,
"Mouth, cunt, and even my ass, I craze.
Pleasure me, my love, in every way,
Upon the table, in sweet surrender, I'll lay."

A pause ensues, his hand upon his cock,
Unleashing thoughts they both unlock,
Your anticipation mounts with each breath,
As he contemplates your unspoken request.

"It's been too long since last we partook,
In the depths of your being, that sweet nook,
Fetch the lube, prepare yourself well,
Over the table, in this secret spell."

In that moment, your desires collide,
In a world longing to confide,
The encounter painted with passion's brush,
Where boundaries dissolve in a fevered rush.