Piss Whores in Training: Taking Karissa For A Stroll
Introduction:
Some girls are so much into water sports, they will take a sip at any chance they get. Add to that a complete submissiveness and willingness to do anything she’s told, and you have Karissa.
I woke up one morning with her and another girl next to me, who I had met at a party the night before. I don’t even remember the other girl’s name, and I doubt I ever got formally introduced to her to begin with. Karissa I remember, she was a friend of a friend of a lover and was just out for a good time. She’s a slim petite with long black hair, a cute round face and blue eyes, a few inches shorter than me and, of course, much thinner, but not too thin for my tastes, with some nice womanly curves and a cute set of large-B/small-C cup breasts, which I got to explore all throughout the night. She’s about 10 years younger than me, maybe in her mid-20s, and absolutely submissive, with a kinky side I had only scratched the surface of the night before.
The other girl was a brunette, a bit taller and older than Karissa, with a layered haircut that was all messy as she lay there in my bed in the morning. She had a long face, but sweet wide lips and the prettiest teeth I’ve ever seen. Her breasts, now underneath the sheets, were nice and full and heavy as far as I remembered. She had joined us, mainly out of curiosity, and was a little embarrassed and reluctant throughout the whole night as this was clearly her first “bi-curious” experiment. She didn’t complain when Karissa ate her out, though, and seemed to enjoy watching us. Well, except the things we did in the bathroom, as we had a feeling that she might be too vanilla to appreciate our kinky side when we both found out that we each really, really loved all things pee.
Karissa stirred as I sat up, groaning, still half-asleep, while the other girl wasn’t moving. I stretched, feeling refreshed and already slightly horny, thinking back on the night before. I was in one of those moods when you’re awake, but too lazy to get up, unless something would really require you to, and since it was the weekend and I didn’t have to go to work, nothing urgently required me to, other than my bladder. I considered a moment just staying in bed and peeing on myself, as I sometimes do when I’m alone, lazy, horny and don’t care, just wanting to feel that warm, wet feeling between my legs, and the relief. Then I got a better idea.
I moved, slowly, straddling Karissa’s head next to me. I was wearing a short, yellow nightie that just pushed up around my waist as I spread my legs, revealing my ginger-haired crotch and glistening labia. She moved her head, still not opening her eyes, but since the night before she begged me to use her in every way I would want, I was planning on putting it to the test and see if it still applied. Slowly, drops of pee trickled down my slit and onto her face, hitting her cheeks. She moaned, then parted her lips slightly. I don’t know if she was aware of what happened, or if it was just a reflex, and I really didn’t care. I relaxed my bladder more, and a small stream hit her mouth. She coughed, sputtered for a moment, looking up at me, then just quickly opened her mouth wide, letting me fill it with piss.
I peed slowly, giving her time to swallow it, making sure not a whole lot ran down onto the sheets. I lowered my crotch more and more down on her face, until my hairy snatch was pressed right on her luscious lips, pissing right into her mouth. She swallowed it all, and then almost looked sad when I was done. I smiled, and rolled over, laying down next to her, still too lazy to get up. Her hand moved between my legs, and she began to rub my now soaked pussy, at the same time kissing me with the taste of my urine still on her lips. I lay back and just let her please me, until I woke the other girl with my moans as I came. She barely noticed us and got up, stumbling to the bathroom. We giggled, feeling naughty for having already had sex right next to her. Finally, I also got up and made a little breakfast.
When the girl returned from the bathroom, we sat down at my kitchen table and had some toast and coffee, while it was Karissa’s turn to go, freshening herself and doing the things girls do in the morning. I didn’t speak much at breakfast, as our friend turned out to be still embarrassed and really quite boring as a conversationalist. I smiled, as Karissa returned and joined us, standing by the table for a moment, then suddenly dropping to her knees and crawling under it. “What’s she doing?” the other girl asked. I shrugged. “Getting breakfast, I guess,” I replied, already aware of her plans. Moments later, the girl realized what it meant when she felt Karissa’s tongue between her legs, slowly working her way up to the moist centre of her sex.
Across the table, I acted like nothing was happening, watching the expression on the woman’s face turn from surprise, to embarrassment, to shame, to relaxation, enjoyment, and bliss. I slipped off my sandals and began feeling with my feet underneath the table, finding Karissa’s legs soon and tracing them back up to her butt. My toes ran across her soft, round cheeks and down her crack, my big toe finding its way deep inside to her anus. Playfully, I began to rub it while my other foot caressed her buttocks.
I might’ve entered her, but it was hard to tell as she had her mouth full of pussy and wouldn’t moan much over the munching noises she made. Her anus was tight and dry, so it was hard getting inside, but I played with it anyway. If she wanted to serve me, she would need to get used to have her ass played with.
Karissa wouldn’t stop until the other woman was satisfied, sitting panting and sweating in her chair. Soon thereafter, she excused herself, as she was probably already missed by her dear husband who no doubt had no clue about his cunt-whoring wife. We finished breakfast with Karissa still on the floor and me feeding her toast, laced with pussy slime, which I gathered from my snatch with a spoon. She ate eagerly, then sucked some jelly off my labia, pubes and nipples that I smeared on there with my fingers.
Once we were both fed and she had licked me clean, I began to think what I would want to do. The young girl seemed to want to stick with me today, so I got determined to put her devotion to a test and see how deep she would let herself be degraded. I’m not a cruel, sadistic domme, so I may not have the best track record of really breaking someone, but I like to play with humiliation, to see how far a sub’s mind can be bent down. So, if you expect corporal punishment and violence, you might want to go to a different mistress; I’m a lover, not a fighter.
We got dressed. I put on a really cool tight green body suit that made me look 10 pounds thinner and gave my boobs a sweet shape, faintly showing nipples and areolae when I’m not wearing a bra. Over that, just some loose, light, white jogging pants, that were cut low enough for the crotch line of the body suit to peek out. And a wide, bright red flappy hat and my round gold-rimmed sunglasses. It was summer, after all. Karissa had no other clothes than the short black skirt and white bodice she had worn the night before, completed with silver high-heels and a matching purse lined with rhinestones.
We left and just went for a stroll. It was warm, but not beating down yet, and we enjoyed all the eyes following us as I led her down the street. My apartment wasn’t too far from the city center, and so we passed a few boutiques soon on our way. Karissa stopped shortly at one with some bright, colourful summer clothes in the windows and admired them. The shop was called “Dani’s”, and it didn’t look like they would have anything in my size, but I went inside with her anyway, just to let her have a look.
In the shop it was cool and quiet. Karissa took off right away and dove down an aisle of short dresses and mini skirts, squealing with glee. I was greeted by a wide smile from a woman. She was about my age, but much slimmer and a little shorter than me, with brunette hair she wore down to her shoulders in layers, framing a beautiful, delicate face with some of the sweetest lips I’ve ever seen. She certainly had the figure and size to wear everything in the shop and make it look good and I wondered if the short, olive dress with random looking cutouts in all the right places was from here, too. She must be Dani.
“Hello,” she said, as if to confirm my thoughts. “I’m Dani. Can I help you?” I smiled back, pushing my sunglasses up into my hair. “Thanks,” I said. “But I think me and my…” I looked around at Karissa, as she eyed herself in the mirror, holding dresses in front of her. “…me and my girl will just have a look around, I think,” I finished the sentence. “Sure,” she said, still smiling. “Can I offer you anything to drink?” For a second, I was about to answer something naughty, like ‘only if it comes from between your legs’, but then I just shrugged and said: “Ah, thanks. Some water?”
She left and returned shortly with a small bottle. I took a sip and slowly paced down the aisles. I hate water, it always tastes like drinking my own saliva, stale, but many places don’t have much else to offer. Karissa couldn’t decide between a white short dress with lots of pockets, and a black and green striped one with matching socks, while I started to notice the morning coffee looking for a way out. Coffee always takes the quick routes through my body, and so I glanced around as I stepped over to my new “girlfriend”. There were no other customers in the shop at the moment, and Dani seemed occupied and looked out the window, leaving us in peace.
“Hey,” Karissa said when she saw me. “What do you think?” She held up the two dresses. I nodded. “Get down,” I replied, loosening the string that held my pants up. For a moment she looked at me puzzled, but then understood. She got down to her knees, half hidden behind a rack of clothes, and looked up at my crotch as my pants slowly slid down my legs. I pulled aside the thin strip of my body suit that barely covered my pelvis and gingerly parted my labia, which got stuck together from sweat and moisture.
Then I just let it run, slowly, making sure she was able to catch it with her mouth. Dani still didn’t seem to notice anything as Karissa was slurping up the piss running down my slit and legs. She was eager, as before, and drank it down obediently while I enjoyed the sight of her sweet face buried in my hairy crotch, and the relief of emptying my bladder again.
Suddenly, I got startled by a voice. “Can… can I… join?” In the moments I wasn’t looking, Dani had come closer until she could see what was going on. She looked at me embarrassed and her voice was much quieter than before, but she was determined nonetheless. I licked my lips, smiling. “Hmm,” I said. “Giving or receiving?” She blushed and didn’t answer right away, and instead hurriedly closed the door to the shop. “In any capacity you wished,” she said finally as she came close. I smirked and looked down at Karissa, whose mouth was dripping wet from my pussy. She still knelt on the floor, her back straight and chest pushed out, waiting for more. In the dim light, I could see the top of her bodice had a wet, faintly yellow stain.
“Well, my girl is craving pussy,” I said, looking down at Karissa, who nodded eagerly. “So if you feel like it, you could give her a taste of yours.” She hesitated, but Karissa already crawled over between her legs, looking up, and so Dani slowly lifted her skirt. She wore a thin, black thong with some of her pubes showing around the edges, and quickly pushed it down as Karisssa moved closer to her crotch. I could see she was trimmed nicely above her slit, but still full enough to have the mature, feminine look that I love. Karissa, on the other hand, kept herself shaved smooth and clean all over, but she lodged her lips around Dani’s pubes instantly, making little sucking noises, while the shopkeeper closed her eyes and moaned slightly.
“She’s thirsty,” I whispered into Dani’s ears as I stepped behind her, cupping her breasts and twitching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers through the thin, soft fabric. “So whatever you want to give to her, she’ll drink it.” To affirm her, I opened the water bottle and poured some over her chest and crotch, watching it seep through her dress and run down her legs, where Karissa eagerly licked and sucked it up. “Are… are you sure?” Dani asked uneasily, her eyes moving between me and Kari. We both nodded.
I watched her as she took a deep breath, still blushing slightly, and then let her pussy trickle just barely, holding back as much as she could, embarrassed, but aroused, testing Kari’s reaction. Like before, the girl instantly sucked it up and swallowed, closing her mouth around Dani’s mound and letting her pee run into her throat. That convinced her, and I could hear a thick, wet stream shooting from her cunt into Karissa’s mouth, filling it up until it spurts out the sides as she couldn’t swallow fast enough.
Dani couldn’t hold back and pissed straight into Karissa’s face, covering her eyes and hair before the girl began drinking it again. I watched from the sidelines while the girl got covered more and more, her hair hanging in wet streaks and her top drenched in piss. Finally, Dani was finished, and Kari made sure to lick her clean while I ran my hands down her back. “Mmmh, did that get you hot, pissing on my girl?” I whispered into her ear. Dani swallowed, but didn’t answer. My fingers slid between her buttocks, tracing the path from her sopping pussy to her anus and back again, before they entered her puckered, tight ass.
She squealed, but pushed back, leaning forward against a clothes rack as I probed her with index and middle finger. I squatted down behind her, smiling at Kari between her legs as I worked her ass. Karissa began licking her pussy again, sucking her clit deep into her mouth, making her squirm. I tried to fuck Dani’s ass with my fingers, but couldn’t get very far, as it was still dry and tight. I pulled them back and grabbed her butt cheeks, spreading them hard and wide with both hands as I began to lick slowly across her ass, with my whole tongue.
She tasted musty, and spicy, but not bad, and seemed to enjoy the feeling a lot. I began probing her once more, spitting mouthfuls of saliva on her tight asshole, wetting it as good as I could. Finally, I could get deeper and faster inside her, pushing my fingers all the way inside and pulling them out again. She visibly enjoyed getting fucked into her ass, and so kept spitting on it, wetting it as much as I could, until I placed the neck of the bottle on her anus.
I pushed. The plastic made little cracking noises as it spread her ass wide, while I drilled the bottle up her ass relentlessly. I kept dripping saliva on the edge of her ass while I moved the bottle inside her, going deeper and deeper. It was small, but still thicker than a cock, and spread her ass nicely open, making her feel filled and raw. Dani moaned and panted while I fucked her with the bottle, taking her ass as deep and hard as nothing had done before. Meanwhile, Karissa leaned over to me. We kissed, passionately, I could taste Dani’s cunt on her lips, while Karissa was fucking her pussy with her fingers.
I got rougher, and pulled the bottle all the way out, only to ram it into her gaping ass again, fucking her raw and merciless while Karissa worked her twat with her lips, fingers and tongue. Dani shuddered and buckled, close to cumming. I took the bottle out, screwed the cap off and then finally shoved it deep up her asshole, squeezing it to shoot the rest of the water high up her bowels. That sent her over the edge, and she came, violently, gushing into Karissa’s mouth, before she collapsed onto the floor, now drenched in her juices. She curled up, smiling happily, the bottle still sticking in her ass, while Karissa and me kissed her.
