Toilet Slaves Scatology - I Really Need Pee So This Bitch Peed on My Face

Toilet Slaves Scatology - I Really Need Pee So This Bitch Peed on My Face

It was late at night when he received the text from the woman he'd been messaging for weeks. She was ready to serve him as promised, and he couldn't contain his excitement. After all, this was the climax of his deepest fetish: the desire for another's body fluids. He hurried through the streets of the city, anxiety pulsating through his veins. When he finally arrived at her apartment building, he took a few moments to steady himself before pressing the buzzer. A few moments later, she opened the door and let him in. She was stunning, with long legs and an inviting smile. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at the thought of her golden nectar being so close to him. He nodded at her, his mouth watering with anticipation. "I need pee," he mumbled, his voice raspy with desire. She led him to the bathroom, where she stood over the toilet and spread her legs wide. He watched intently as she pulled down her panties, revealing a perfect rounded ass and puffy pink pussy lips. "Take the cup from me and place it under my stream," she instructed firmly. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, wrapped his lips around the plastic cup she held out to him, and pulled it from her grasp. He placed it carefully onto the edge of the toilet bowl just as a warm burst of pee splashed directly onto his face. He gulped hard, swallowing every drop of her piss as if it were an elixir of life. She smiled, watching with satisfaction as he lapped up her offering. "Would you like more?" she asked coyly, sitting back on her heels. He nodded vigorously, unable to tear his eyes away from her. She drank some water from a bottle next to her and waited for it to fill her bladder before getting up from the toilet. She stepped closer to him, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "Bend over," she commanded softly. He obeyed without hesitation, pressing his face against the cold tile floor as she positioned herself directly above him. Another deluge of her golden nectar descended upon him, soaking his hair and splashing against his tongue. This time he inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with the intoxicating scent of pure urine. As he swallowed the last drops, his eyes filled with tears of ecstasy. "You're amazing," he whispered, looking up at her with gratitude. She smiled down at him, her eyes glinting with amusement and a hint of sadism. "Thank you, my pet." She helped him stand back up, their eyes locked on each other's. "I'll be here tomorrow night as well, if you need me." He nodded eagerly, already anticipating their next encounter. Tonight had been everything he could have hoped for and more. In that moment, he realized that this was a game he could never win - but he was perfectly content to keep playing forever.