Rosella sat on the cold tile floor, her tight black shorts rucked up around her thighs. She had just been fucked hard and rough by a man who called himself Bill; she wasn't sure what his real name was. He'd found her at the rest stop near the Ruhr area and decided to take her from behind - without asking.
"Suck it, bitch!" Bill demanded as he thrust his huge cock back into Rosella's mouth. Tears streamed down her face from the pain and the humiliation, but she obediently opened her mouth wide and took him deep. He grunted and groaned, his big hands gripping her hair tightly.
And then suddenly, Bill pulled out of her mouth and shoved her roughly back against the wall. "You wanna piss on me, huh?" he spat. "You'll get your chance."
Rosella's heart sank. She'd never imagined things would go this far. But before she could say anything, Bill unzipped his fly and pushed her face close to his crotch. "Go on, don't be shy."
Rosella looked at him, terrified and unsure. But then she felt the hot, familiar ache between her legs. Despite the tears and the fear, she had to relieve herself. So she opened her mouth and let out a long, slow stream of urine onto the man's cock and balls. Bill grunted in pleasure and grabbed her hair again, pulling her mouth tight against his soaking-wet crotch.
As she pissed, Rosella couldn't help but taste the warm, salty fluid coating her tongue. A strange, primal part of her found it arousing. Then suddenly, it was over. Bill let go of her hair and stepped back, his cock still dripping with her piss.
"Drink it, you disgusting slut," he growled. And so Rosella did, her lips parts and her tongue darting out to catch every drop of the thick, musky fluid. She felt like a perverted, filthy creature, but she couldn't help but feel a touch of excitement too.
As she finished drinking, Bill reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair. He dribbled the last few drops of her piss onto her face and rubbed it into her skin. "That's a good girl," he murmured, his voice dark and dangerous.
And then, without another word, he turned and walked away. Leaving Rosella sitting there, dirty and used, but strangely alive.
