DPproductions - piss drinker - Sasha The Black Bully

Sasha closed the door behind her with a triumphant smirk, knowing that your heart was pounding with anticipation. As she sauntered over to you, she could feel the warmth of her watered-down pee soaking into her panties. Your eyes feasted on the bulging crotch of her pantyhose, craving to see the stain spread across her skin. "Well, well, isn't this cozy?" she sneered, her cruel eyes scanning your dirty body. She knew you had been waiting for her, your face pressed against the toilet bowl, your ass up in the air, ready to take whatever she was going to give you. She loved the way you could never resist her, no matter how filthy or degrading she made you feel. With a chuckle, she reached down and grabbed the hem of your shirt, yanking it up over your head. Your cock sprang to attention, and she sneered with disgust. "Oh, look at that pathetic thing," she mused, swatting it away. "No need to get that dirty for me, toilet boy." She stomped over to the sink and filled up a glass with water, taking her time to look over her dirty work. As she spoke, her voice dripped with contempt. "Now, open your mouth wide," she commanded, pouring the entire glass of water down your throat until you gagged. She loved to see your face turn red from trying to swallow so much at once. When she was finally satisfied that you had drunk all she had given you, she turned back to the toilet and unzipped her pants. Your eyes went wide with excitement as you watched her piss hit the water, creating tiny waves that spread out in all directions. She grinned wickedly at your plea, knowing it would only make her more dominant. "Clean it up, toilet bitch," she spat, her hot piss splattering against your face. "Lick it up before I pee on your pathetic cock again." You knew she wouldn't hesitate to make good on that threat - she had done it before, and left you with a permanent reminder of her power over you. With shaking hands, you reached out to taste your first droplets, your tongue darting out to catch them. As they hit your tongue, a shiver ran through you, and you realized you were already getting hard again. You had to force yourself to remember why this was wrong, why you didn't deserve to feel pleasure from someone so cruel. "Good little toilet," she purred, stepping closer and aiming her piss right at your mouth. You opened your mouth wide, willing yourself to swallow every drop as it hit your tongue. You felt her piss dripping down your chin, and you knew you had to lick it all up before she peed on you again. With a satisfied smirk, she stepped away, leaving you to clean up the slowly spreading puddle around the toilet. You looked up at her, your eyes begging for more. She shook her head in disgust. "You're pathetic," she sneered, "but I guess I'll give you your kink. Get over here and show me how much you love my piss." Obediently, you crawled over to her, your tongue hanging out in anticipation. She leaned against the wall, her legs spread, giving you a perfect view of her soaked panties. She teasingly rubbed a few drops of piss onto your cheek, making you lean in closer. "Don't make me change my mind, toilet boy," she whispered menacingly. And then she released you, her piss pouring down onto your face and neck. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth wash over you, savoring the taste of her piss as it dripped into your mouth. She watched with satisfaction as you began to suckle her panties, eager to get every last drop. "That's it, toilet bitch," she chuckled, grabbing your cock and jerking it off. You moaned in pleasure, unable to believe the heightened sensations coursing through your body. "Drink up, or I'll piss on you until you do." Reluctantly, you pulled away, opening your mouth to catch the last drips of her piss. She watched with dark amusement as you lapped at her fingers, your tongue slipping between them to catch every last drop. "Clean my shoes now," she ordered, pointing at the puddle of piss surrounding you. Obediently, you reached out to clean her shoes, your tongue darting out to lick up every speck of piss you could find. She stomped on your back, making you curl up in pain, but you stayed put, pushing yourself to please her. "That's a good little toilet," she praised, stepping through the puddle of piss. "Now, tell me... didn't it feel good to be covered in my piss?" Your cheeks flushed with shame as you nodded, embarrassed by how much you loved the filth she inflicted on you. But you couldn't deny it – every time she made you feel dirty and used, you begged for more. And every time she gave it to you, you thanked her.