RosellaExtrem - No one else dare!

Bet that no one else dare? More public hardly goes yet! I was at a public bathing lake, soaking up the sun like a lizard on a rock. Well, not like a real lizard, let's say more like a succubus enticing innocent men with my devilish charm. My name, dear reader, is RosellaExtrem, and I am obsessed with scat play. I love the feeling of warm, sticky fetid waste coating my skin and the taste of it on my tongue.

As I was basking in my depraved paradise, my eyes fell upon a man who was clearly just wanting to relieve himself from his bladder. He was standing at the edge of the water, trying to figure out which direction to aim his pisser. The thought of noticing me was the last thing on his mind. Or so I thought...

I sauntered up to him, smiling lasciviously, my tongue darting out to lick the salty droplets of sweat from my top lip. "Excuse me," I purred, "but are you going to pee without asking me if I want some in my mouth first?" My words hung heavy in the steamy air, and he couldn't help but feel the weight of her perverse suggestion.

His eyes widened in surprise, but also in arousal. "You mean... you want me to piss in your mouth?" he stammered, his voice betraying his lustful curiosity.

"That's right, sweetheart," I breathed. "And when you're done, you can pee all over my beautiful body too." I was already imagining the hot, stinging sensation of his piss splashing against my skin. There was no turning back now. He was hooked.

Without another word, he unzipped his shorts and started to whip out his cock. As soon as he was in position, I leaned down and opened my mouth, ready to receive his golden shower. The first long, thick stream of urine dribbled into my mouth, and I welcomed it with a moan of pleasure. The taste of his warm, salty piss on my tongue was intoxicating. I wanted more...

And he gave it to me—pissing upon my tongue, in my eyes, down my face, all over my tits. The other patrons of the bathing lake stared in horror as we engaged in our depraved act, but we didn't care. This was our little secret, our dirty little slice of heaven. And when he finally emptied his bladder into my eager mouth, he was left spent and satisfied, a new convert to the twisted world of scat play.

With a satisfied smirk, I wiped the last droplets of piss from my chin and looked around at the stunned onlookers. "You know what they say," I said with a wink. "Better out than in." And then I turned on my heel and sauntered away, leaving a trail of shock and lust in my wake. Because in the world of scat fetishists, no one does it like RosellaExtrem.

*The end*