"Drink it," he growled, his voice low and commanding, the kind of tone that made her knees weak. His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her face closer to the warm stream. She opened her mouth without hesitation, letting the salty liquid hit her tongue. It was fucking electrifying—every drop sent a shiver through her body, her pussy clenching in desperate arousal. She moaned around him, the sound muffled but unmistakable, her lips sealing tighter as she sucked greedily."That’s it, babygirl," he murmured, his free hand sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper. "Take it all. Every fucking drop."And she did. She drank him in like he was the only thing that could quench her thirst, her hands gripping his thighs for support. Her mind was a haze of need, every nerve in her body alive and screaming for more. She’d never felt this kind of desire before, this raw, filthy craving. It was as if his piss was igniting something deep inside her, something she hadn’t even known existed until now.---It started with a dream. A fucked-up, twisted, unbelievably hot dream that left her waking up in a pool of her own wetness. In it, she’d been on her knees, her mouth wide open as a faceless man stood above her, letting his golden stream pour into her waiting mouth. She’d woken up panting, her hand already sliding between her thighs, fingers plunging into her soaked cunt as she replayed the image in her mind. She came so fast, so fucking hard, that she nearly screamed. After that, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. The idea consumed her, tangled itself in her thoughts and refused to let go. She tried to push it away, tried to convince herself it was just some stupid fantasy, but it didn’t work. Every time she pissed, she imagined someone else doing it for her, someone else giving her that gift. She started watching videos online, scrolling through forums, reading stories that made her cheeks burn and her pussy throb. It wasn’t long before she knew she had to try it. She had to know what it felt like.She didn’t expect it to happen so soon.---They met at a party. He was older, easily in his late thirties, with dark eyes and a smirk that made her stomach flip. He had this air of authority, this confidence that drew her in like a moth to a flame. They’d talked for hours, his deep voice rolling over her like a wave, and before she knew it, they were alone in his car."You’re such a good girl," he’d said earlier, his hand sliding up her thigh as she blushed furiously. "I can tell you want to please me."And she did. God, she did. There was something about the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, that made her feel small and submissive in the best possible way. When he finally asked her if she wanted to try something "a little different," she didn’t even hesitate.Now here she was, on her knees in his bathroom, his cock in her mouth as he let go, his piss flooding her throat. She swallowed, her tongue flicking against his shaft as he groaned above her. The taste was stronger than she’d imagined, sharper, but it didn’t stop her. If anything, it made her want more."Fuck, you’re such a dirty little slut," he growled, pulling back slightly as she whimpered in protest. "You love this, don’t you? You love being used like this."She nodded eagerly, her eyes wide and pleading. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, the word slipping out before she could stop it. But it felt right. He wasn’t just some guy—he was her Daddy, the one who could give her what she needed.He laughed darkly, his hand tightening in her hair as he leaned back down, his cock brushing against her lips. "Open up, babygirl," he ordered, and she obeyed instantly, her mouth stretching wide as he started again. This time, he aimed lower, letting the warm stream splash against her face, soaking her cheeks and dripping down onto her chest.She gasped at the sensation, her hands moving on their own to cup her tits, rubbing the liquid into her skin as he watched with a satisfied grin. "So fucking beautiful," he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat of his body pressing against her. "You were made for this, weren’t you? My perfect little piss slut."The words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, her pussy aching with need. She wanted him to fuck her, so fucking bad, but she knew he would take his time. And that was okay. Because right now, this was enough—this filthy, fucked-up act that made her feel more alive than she ever had before."Daddy," she whimpered, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "Please…"He smiled down at her, his cock still dribbling the last few drops onto her tongue. "What do you need, babygirl?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Use your words."She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning as she forced the words out. "I need you to fucking ruin me."He laughed again, low and menacing, before grabbing her by the arms and yanking her to her feet. "Oh, sweetheart," he said, his breath hot against her ear. "I’m just getting started."

The narrator, on her knees, drank a man's piss, finding it electrifying and arousing. She had been consumed by a dream and a fantasy of this act and sought it out with this man. After the act, she begged him to fuck her.

"__Drink it,__" he growled, his voice low and commanding, the kind of tone that made her knees weak. His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her face closer to the warm stream. She opened her mouth without hesitation, letting the salty liquid hit her tongue. It was __fucking__ electrifying—every drop sent a shiver through her body, her pussy clenching in desperate arousal. She moaned around him, the sound muffled but unmistakable, her lips sealing tighter as she sucked greedily.

__"That’s it, babygirl,"__ he murmured, his free hand sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper. __"Take it all. Every fucking drop."__

And she did. She drank him in like he was the only thing that could quench her thirst, her hands gripping his thighs for support. Her mind was a haze of need, every nerve in her body alive and screaming for more. She’d never felt this kind of desire before, this __raw, filthy craving__. It was as if his piss was igniting something deep inside her, something she hadn’t even known existed until now.

---

It started with a dream. A __fucked-up__, twisted, __unbelievably hot__ dream that left her waking up in a pool of her own wetness. In it, she’d been on her knees, her mouth wide open as a faceless man stood above her, letting his golden stream pour into her waiting mouth. She’d woken up panting, her hand already sliding between her thighs, fingers plunging into her soaked cunt as she replayed the image in her mind. She came so fast, so __fucking hard__, that she nearly screamed. 

After that, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. The idea consumed her, tangled itself in her thoughts and refused to let go. She tried to push it away, tried to convince herself it was just some stupid fantasy, but it didn’t work. Every time she pissed, she imagined someone else doing it for her, someone else giving her that gift. She started watching videos online, scrolling through forums, reading stories that made her cheeks burn and her pussy throb. It wasn’t long before she knew she had to try it. She had to know what it felt like.

She didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

---

They met at a party. He was older, easily in his late thirties, with dark eyes and a smirk that made her stomach flip. He had this air of authority, this confidence that drew her in like a moth to a flame. They’d talked for hours, his deep voice rolling over her like a wave, and before she knew it, they were alone in his car.

__"You’re such a good girl,"__ he’d said earlier, his hand sliding up her thigh as she blushed furiously. __"I can tell you want to please me."__

And she did. God, she did. There was something about the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, that made her feel small and submissive in the best possible way. When he finally asked her if she wanted to try something __"a little different,"__ she didn’t even hesitate.

Now here she was, on her knees in his bathroom, his cock in her mouth as he let go, his piss flooding her throat. She swallowed, her tongue flicking against his shaft as he groaned above her. The taste was stronger than she’d imagined, sharper, but it didn’t stop her. If anything, it made her want more.

__"Fuck, you’re such a dirty little slut,"__ he growled, pulling back slightly as she whimpered in protest. __"You love this, don’t you? You love being used like this."__

She nodded eagerly, her eyes wide and pleading. __"Yes, Daddy,"__ she whispered, the word slipping out before she could stop it. But it felt right. He wasn’t just some guy—he was __her Daddy__, the one who could give her what she needed.

He laughed darkly, his hand tightening in her hair as he leaned back down, his cock brushing against her lips. __"Open up, babygirl,"__ he ordered, and she obeyed instantly, her mouth stretching wide as he started again. This time, he aimed lower, letting the warm stream splash against her face, soaking her cheeks and dripping down onto her chest.

She gasped at the sensation, her hands moving on their own to cup her tits, rubbing the liquid into her skin as he watched with a satisfied grin. __"So fucking beautiful,"__ he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat of his body pressing against her. __"You were made for this, weren’t you? My perfect little piss slut."__

The words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, her pussy aching with need. She wanted him to fuck her, __so fucking bad__, but she knew he would take his time. And that was okay. Because right now, this was enough—this filthy, __fucked-up act__ that made her feel more alive than she ever had before.

__"Daddy,"__ she whimpered, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. __"Please…"__

He smiled down at her, his cock still dribbling the last few drops onto her tongue. __"What do you need, babygirl?"__ he asked, his voice dripping with mock innocence. __"Use your words."__

She swallowed hard, her cheeks burning as she forced the words out. __"I need you to fucking ruin me."__

He laughed again, low and menacing, before grabbing her by the arms and yanking her to her feet. __"Oh, sweetheart,"__ he said, his breath hot against her ear. __"I’m just getting started."__

An 18-year-old girl discovers her unique arousal from a taboo act, seeking a dominant partner to fulfill her newfound desires.

She meets an older man who takes control, introducing her to a world where she can indulge in her darkest fantasies.

The relationship delves into themes of power exchange, age gap dynamics, and extreme fetish play, as she explores her submissive side and finds a sense of belonging.

The narrative explores the intensity of her newfound desires, the thrill of submission, and the raw, unfiltered pleasure she finds in her dominant partner.

Drinking His Filthy Piss Like a Slut

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