Pee all over Kristen

"I think if you've developed a thirst, I should help you quench it." You say slyly, your cock throbbing.

Sasha's smile is as big as ever. But Kristen's face looks, uncertain, yet maybe a little bit eager. "What do you think hon?" Sasha asks. "Already ready to embrace your inner porn star?"

Kristen doesn't answer. She just thinks. Her petite, nude, wet, glistening body looks amazing. And finally she comes to a decision. She doesn't speak, just crawls over to you on all fours, gets up on her knees and opens her mouth. "I don't know what I'm thinking. I just know what I want."

You waste no time pulling your cock from your pants. But before you can grab it and point it, Sasha's next to her, her hands around it. She glances up at you. "Nice cock."

"Thanks" you say, secure that she'll handle it properly.

You do feel like you have to go to the bathroom. It doesn't hurt that the room is cold, and the cold air on your cock has suddenly made it more apparent. But for now, you hold.

"You know. I did a movie where I begged five guys to make me a piss rag. It was hot. It was one of the hottest things I've ever done." She leans in toward Kristen. "Since you were just insisting that you'd never do such a thing, I think I'd like you to say that right now?"

Kristen shoots her a look. There's a little bit of hatred in that look. And quite a bit of lust. "Say what? That I want to be a piss rag?"

"Yup" Sasha answers smugly. "But only if you mean it."

Kristen sighs. "I came over here for a reason, didn't I?"

"Say it if you mean it." Sasha repeats. "Otherwise no pee for you." Kristen hesitates. So Sasha keeps going, her voice delighted with the situation. "We can wait as long..."

"I want to be a piss rag." Kristen says through gritted teeth. "Make me one already. Just do it!"

And you do. You release your golden nectar all over Kristen's pretty, famous, face. Her mouth drops. First from shock, then without a doubt, from a desire to fill it.

Sasha's fingers find their way into Kristen's cunt very quickly, rubbing at her hard.

Kristen's whole body convulses in pleasure as your golden shower pours all over her, drenching her hair, and her face, running out of her mouth, streams gliding down her little tits.

And just as soon as it starts, it's over. The whole room smells. You can't believe what you just witness. Sasha's smile is massive. Kristen is simply stunned.

"Good job piss rag" Sasha says. "Now you're almost ready to play me. But first you have to know something important about good piss rags."

Kristen just stares at her. She's lost any control of the situation. And she doesn't seem to mind. "What?"