As she walked towards the bathroom, Anna's bladder was already starting to ache. She had been drinking more water than usual lately, trying to quench her insatiable thirst, but it seemed like the more she drank, the more she needed to go.
When she finally relieved herself, she let out a sigh of relief as the warm stream flowed out of her. The sight of herself, crouched over the toilet with her skirt hiked up and panties in plain view, turned her on in a way she couldn't explain. As she finished, she found herself wanting to experiment with something new.
She glanced around the room, her eyes falling on the large golden Rodni-brand toilet brush standing in the corner. It seemed like an odd thing to be turned on by, but somehow, the idea of a man drinking her pee made her feel hot and bothered.
With shaky hands, she grabbed the handle of the brush and pulled it closer, positioning it right in front of her crotch. She took a deep breath, knowing that this was the moment of truth. And then, she slid her wet panties down her legs and positioned them right below the brush, hiding nothing from his view.
A few seconds later, there was a gentle knock on the door. "Yes?" she called out hesitantly, her heart pounding in her chest.
The door swung open slowly, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in a crisp white towel. His eyes locked onto the puddle of urine spreading out beneath the brush, and he smiled quietly to himself. "I take it you could use some assistance," he said softly, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Drink it all."
Without further hesitation, he stepped forward, and as he knelt down in front of her, she watched in awe as he slipped his free hand beneath her panties and wrapped it around her aching clit. She gasped at the sensation, arching her back as he began to squeeze and massage her sensitive nub.
His other hand reached for the brush, and as he lifted it from its resting place, she realized that he was going to drink her pee right in front of her. The thought sent an electric current through her body, and she trembled with excitement.
With practiced ease, he brought the golden brush to his lips and tasted her pee. His eyes met hers as he savored the taste, and she felt her wetness between her legs grow even more intense. "Delicious," he murmured, his voice a rich, seductive growl.
She watched as he lowered the brush once more, this time dipping it deep into the puddle of her pee. As he pulled it back up, her mouth watered at the sight of the thick stream of amber fluid dripping from the bristles. He lifted the brush to his lips again, and this time, he tilted his head back, drinking deeply from the handle.
The sight of him savoring her pee was almost too much for her to bear. She could feel herself getting closer to climaxing, the pleasure building inside her with each passing second. And then, as he lowered the brush again and began to swirl it around in the puddle, she lost control.
With a moan that echoed through the bathroom, she came hard, her fingers digging into the tile floor as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. When she finally came back to her senses, she found him offering the brush to her once more.
She took it in shaking hands, her fingers brushing against his as they closed around the handle. "Drink it all," she repeated, her voice trembling with desire. "Be my toiletman."
He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'll always be here for you, Anna," he promised, his voice low and powerful. "Whenever you need me to clean up your messes."
And with that, he leaned forward and began to drink her pee once more, savoring each and every drop. As she watched him, she knew that she had found the perfect partner, someone who would always be there for her, willing to do whatever she asked. And for now, that was all she needed.
