It was a warm Halloween night, and my partner Heidi and I were dressed up as witches, ready to attend the annual costume party at our local club. The excitement of the event had us both buzzing with energy as we walked hand in hand towards the entrance.
As we made our way inside, the loud music and the sight of crowded dance floors instantly lifted our spirits. We began to explore the venue when something unusual caught our attention. Hiding in one of the dark corners was a girl dressed as a mermaid, but she seemed to be in distress.
Heidi, being the empathetic woman she is, rushed over to her while I stood by watching curiously. The girl, who we later learned was named Rosella, confessed that she had been caught masturbating earlier in the bathroom by some other partygoers. Feeling ashamed and humiliated, she had hidden away hoping nobody would notice her.
Heidi, understanding the girl's predicament, decided to offer her a bit of friendship. She explained that she and I were together and could maybe help her forget about her embarrassing moment. Rosella, grateful for the gesture, gladly accepted their offer.
As we spent more time getting to know her, we discovered that Rosella had a secret fetish for girls' piss. It was something that she found incredibly arousing, but it was also something she couldn't share with anyone, fearing judgment or ridicule.
Feeling adventurous and a bit mischievous, Heidi and I decided to play along with her fantasy as a way of thanking her for being so open with us. Without hesitation, we both excused ourselves to the bathroom, leaving Rosella alone in the crowded club.
A few minutes later, we returned, and Heidi quickly ushered Rosella into one of the empty rooms. Once inside, she told the poor girl that she and I would both be using her mouth to relieve ourselves, as punishment for her earlier indiscretion. Terrified but unable to resist our advances, Rosella could only nod in agreement.
Without further ado, Heidi unzipped her pants and proceeded to urinate directly into Rosella's mouth. The taste of her warm, salty piss filled the girl's senses as she struggled to swallow every drop that touched her tongue. When Heidi was finally done, I did the same, pouring my own stream of pee into Rosella's eagerly awaiting mouth.
By the time we were finished, both Heidi and I had completely emptied our bladders into the surprised girl's mouth. Filled with an unfamiliar mixture of shame and arousal, Rosella could barely speak as she thanked us for indulging her darkest desires.
As we walked back to the dance floor, Heidi whispered to me that we should let Rosella clean up a bit before we continued our night. So we left her alone, promising to meet up again later. Little did we know then that our little encounter with Rosella would turn into something much more meaningful in the days to come.
