As Weronika stood over the man whose name she didn't bother to remember, she felt a rush of excitement course through her body. This was the thrill she had been seeking - the power trip of using someone as nothing more than a human toilet.
She watched as his mouth opened up eagerly, awaiting her warm stream of urine. She could feel the anticipation building up within him, and it only added to her own sense of dominance. With a smirk on her lips, she let out a satisfied sigh as she began to pee directly into his mouth.
The rush of liquid filling his mouth was evident on his face, and she took pleasure in the sight of him struggling to keep from gagging as he tasted her hot pee. She watched as he swallowed instinctively, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each gulp.
Slowly, she pulled away, leaving him gaping for air. His eyes were wide with surprise and anticipation, but she barely registered his emotions. All that mattered was the power she held over him in that moment.
"Now," she said, leaning back down so that their faces were level, "swallow my spit."
Hesitantly, he opened his mouth, eying the string of saliva hanging from her lips. She could see the apprehension in his eyes, but she also saw the desire, the need to please her. That was all she needed to know.
Slowly, she extended her tongue, pushing it into his mouth. His tongue met hers, tangled for a brief moment before she pulled back with a satisfied smirk. She watched as he swallowed again, this time taking in the saliva from her tongue.
Feeling satisfied for the moment, she stood up, her figure swaying gently as she looked down at him. "That's a good boy," she purred, pivoting on her heels and walking away.
As she stepped out of the room, she could still feel the warmth of his mouth on her skin. It was addictive, this power she held over him. She knew he would be eagerly waiting for her next visit, ready to serve as her human toilet once again.
And she would be there, happy to oblige.
