Goddess Kitra sat on the toilet seat with her iPhone6Plus in hand scrolling through social media, enjoying a peaceful moment to herself. She was wearing a shiny black catsuit that hugged her body tightly, leaving little to the imagination. Her long black hair cascaded down over her shoulder and her piercing amber eyes scanned through the feeds.
As she sat there, engrossed in her phone, she suddenly felt the sensation of wetness against her ass cheeks. At first, she ignored it, thinking it was just an accident or maybe some leftover urine from her previous visitor. But as the wetness continued to grow, she finally realized what was happening – someone was pissing on her!
Her heart raced and she jumped off the toilet, whipping around to confront whoever it was. To her shock, she saw a young man standing there, his pants down around his ankles and his cock in his hand. It was clear he had been masturbating and had somehow managed to aim his stream right at her.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Kitra shouted, her voice filling with anger. She didn't recognize the man, but that didn't matter – he had invaded her privacy and she wasn't going to let him get away with it.
The man looked visibly shaken, his eyes wide with fear and surprise. "I-I'm sorry, Goddess Kitra," he stammered. "I didn't mean to...I just couldn't help myself...Please don't hurt me."
Kitra stood there for a moment, her face red with fury. But then, something inside her shifted. She couldn't deny the thrill she felt at being worshipped in such a depraved way. She slowly took a step closer to the young man, her eyes glinting with dark desire.
"You know what happens to people who disrespect me, don't you?" she purred, her voice low and menacing.
The man nodded, his face wet with tears and spittle. "Yes, Goddess Kitra," he whispered. "You punish them...you make them your toy...you-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Kitra grabbed him by the hair and pulled him closer. She let out a seductive groan as she felt his warm pee on her skin, the smell filling her nostrils. She wrapped one leg around his waist and positioned his cock at the entrance of her wet catsuit. She paused for a moment, giving him a taunting smile before pushing down hard, impaling herself on his cock.
The young man gasped in pain as she began to ride him hard, their bodies grinding together in a rhythmic dance. Kitra leaned forward, her breasts almost touching his face as she held onto the back of his head. She lowered her voice to a husky whisper.
"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, her eyes burning into his soul. "To be inside me, to be used by me?"
The man could only nod, his voice lost in the heat of passion. Kitra continued to ride him, faster and harder, losing herself in the mix of pleasure and power that surged through her veins. As she felt herself getting closer to the edge, she pulled away from him sharply, causing him to let out a cry of frustration.
"You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" she asked, arching her back teasingly.
The man nodded, his cock twitching in anticipation. Kitra slowly lowered herself back onto his shaft, taking him deep inside her. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she watched him cum. Hot, thick jets of semen spurted from his cock, landing on her skin and mixing with the remaining pee.
Finally, when he was spent, Kitra pulled herself off him, letting out a long, slow moan. She turned away from him, her heart beating wildly in her chest. As she left the room, she could hear him sobbing quietly to himself, unable to process what had just happened.
Kitra walked back to her throne room, her mind reeling with the intensity of the encounter. She knew that she had crossed a line, but she couldn't deny the rush she got from the power she held over others. She sat down on her throne, running her hands over the soft leather, feeling the weight of her goddess-like status heavy on her shoulders. As she looked out over her harem, she couldn't help but wonder who would be next to fall victim to her dark desires.
