World Goddess - Urinated on

Little loser wants to get pissed on so badly, he's making it abundantly clear. I can tell by the way he keeps looking up at me while I relieve myself into the toilet, his gaze fixed on my crotch. It's like he's begging to be drenched in my golden nectar. Well, he's about to get more than he bargained for.

I decide to reward his patience and elevate his status as my personal floormat. I step out of the bathroom, proudly displaying my wet panties, and announce that I'm going to piss all over his face. His eyes widen in anticipation, and he can't contain his excitement anymore. He knows what's coming, and he's eager to receive it.

I straddle his chest, my soaked crotch inches from his face. His breath hitches as he catches the first whiff of ammonia. I can feel his warm tongue drooling out of the corner of my eye, already anticipating the taste of my urine. I lean forward and let out a long, powerful stream of piss, aiming directly at his face. The cold liquid splashes against his skin, leaving behind a trail of steam.

I watch with sick pleasure as his eyes roll back in his head, savoring the feeling of my hot piss dripping down his chin. I lean down and drip some onto his lips, teasing him. He opens his mouth wider, eager to take in more. I grin, amused by his desperation. I keep pissing on him, covering his face and neck with my golden nectar.

I take a step back, admiring my handiwork. He looks like a drowned rat, soaked from head to toe in my piss. My next command sends him into a frenzy: I demand that he lick every last drop of my urine off my feet. He starts by tracing the outline of my foot with his tongue, taking in the salty taste of mymessy feet. He moves up my calf, licking and sucking on each finger he can reach, savoring the tangy flavor of my piss.

As he works his way up, his tongue explores every inch of my skin, seeking out more of my precious pee. I watch with satisfaction as he laps up every last drop, his face a mixture of pleasure and shame. When he finally looks up at me, his eyes are filled with adoration and gratitude. I smile down at him, my World Goddess status cemented in his mind.

From that day forward, he would do anything for just a taste of my golden nectar. And I would happily oblige, knowing that I had him wrapped around my finger – and my piss-soaked toes.