Day 2 with Mr. Kane

The next morning, Mr. Reginald Kane woke up to the feeling of your warm mouth gently sucking on his thick morning wood.

You had woken up early, just as instructed, and crawled onto the bed to greet him properly. Your heavy DDD breasts pressed against his thighs as you worked your mouth up and down his shaft, the little bell on your tongue ringing softly with every bob.

Mr. Kane groaned in satisfaction, placing a large hand on the back of your pink head.

“Good morning, Mrs. Voss. I see Dorothy trained you well.”

After he came down your throat and you swallowed every drop, he pulled you up and kissed you roughly, tasting himself on your tongue.

“Time for breakfast,” he said.

He made you crawl to the kitchen behind him, completely naked. There, he had you prepare a proper meal for him — eggs, toast, fruit, and coffee. While he ate at the table, you knelt beside his chair.

But your own “breakfast” was different.

Mr. Kane filled a large crystal bowl with his fresh, warm piss, then mixed in several thick ropes of his cum. He placed the bowl on the floor in front of you.

“Eat and drink, slut. This is all you get today.”

You lowered your face into the bowl and began lapping up the salty, bitter mixture of his piss and cum while he ate his proper meal above you. The taste was strong and humiliating, but you drank obediently, the bell on your tongue jingling as you gulped.

Mr. Kane watched with satisfaction, occasionally reaching down to squeeze one of your heavy breasts, making milk squirt onto the floor.

After breakfast, he took you to the luxurious outdoor pool area.

For the rest of the morning, he used you freely:

He fucked your throat while sitting on a lounge chair, making you **** and drool.

He bent you over the edge of the pool and pounded your ass hard, the sound of his hips slapping against you echoing across the property.

He made you ride him on a deck chair, your large milky breasts bouncing in his face as he sucked and drank from them.

At one point, he pulled out of your ass, stood over you, and pissed directly into your open mouth, making you swallow while the sun beat down on your body.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Keep drinking.”

Later in the afternoon, he invited two of his close business associates to join. The three older black men took turns using you for hours — fucking your mouth, ass, and tits while you leaked milk and drooled.

By evening, you were exhausted, covered in cum and piss, your breasts sore from constant sucking, and your holes well-used.

Mr. Kane pulled you into his lap on the couch as the sun set, gently squeezing your breasts and drinking your milk while his fingers played with the heart charms on your cage.

“You’re performing very well, Slutcunt,” he murmured. “Keep this up for the next two days, and your husband will get her billion-dollar deal.”

He kissed your cum-stained lips and whispered:

“Now crawl to the bedroom. I want to piss in your mouth again before I fuck you to sleep.”