Piss stuff

"Piss it is" you say feeling, daring, feeling demented. Sasha Grey's eyes light up at your suggestion.

"What the fuck?" Kristen answers rather angrily. "I said I'm not going to do that stuff." And she means it.

But you play it cool. A sensation of calm washes over you. You're in control here. You smile, pleasantly. "I know... but she will." You say pointing at Sasha.

And Sasha almost jumps for joy, eyes dark, teeth clenched. "God I love it." she says. "You don't care if I... what was it you said? demean myself without any self respect, do you?" She asks Kristen, her speech dripping with disdain.

Kristen bites her lip, clearly overcome with uncertainty. She doesn't want to do any golden stuff. But she's outnumbered. "Okay..."

"Then spread your legs." Sasha commands and Kristen obeys, giving you a good look at her labia. And Sasha squats between and behind Kristen's legs, looking up at her pussy. "Now piss." Sasha's voice is filled with excitement as she makes the order.

And for a split second you wonder, what if Kristen doesn't have to? But it's not a question you need to worry about. Soon enough, golden nectar starts to drip and then spray from Kristen's twat.

You half expect Sasha to simply position herself underneath and open her mouth, but instead she cups her hands, letting them fill and then overflow with Kristen's urine, as its odor fills the room.

Kristen says very little. She looks down at what's happening, her mind trying to process whether this violates her only rule or not. But as her chest heaves it's hard not to think she's a bit turned on.

For the moment you just watch, cock throbbing, standing at full attention.

And when Kristen is done, Sasha is left with a cupped handful of golden pee and a large puddle on the floor. "Now watch." Sasha says, her voice trembling with anticipation as she lifts her hands up to her mouth, lapping at her golden prize first like a cat, and then pouring it all between her lips and taking a good gulp.

You take a step forward, but Sasha gives you a glance that says, 'don't move,' She's not done yet. Kristen is as still and stiff as a board. She looks like she's trying hard not to be turned on. But Sasha won't let her get away with it that easily.

She stands up behind her, and reaches her hands around grabbing Kristen's small breasts and rubbing them, making them wet with her own piss. And almost as if she no longer has the strength to deny her own feeling, Kristen closes her eyes and turns her head toward Sasha, inviting the porn star to lean in and give her a big, intense kiss.

As you watch the two girls' tongues dance with each other, you wonder if Kristen can taste her own pee on Sasha's mouth. You realize, of course she can.

"Do you still think that no one with any self respect would let someone do this to them? Do you think I have no self respect?" Sasha asks in a whisper, as she pulls her lips from Kristen's for a moment.

Kristen's voice shakes as she answers. "Yes.... I mean, No... I mean... I don't know. I don't care. I just.... I just want to."

And Sasha's face paints itself over with the look of success. As does yours. After all, it was your suggestion. Sasha glances over at you, finally. You feel a sense of camaraderie with the porn star, like you've both done something terribly deviant, both corrupted a Hollywood actress. And now the sky's the limit.

"Let's help our little Kristen discover her demeaning side" Sasha says to you. "What next?"