“What a filthy fucking slut! Pissing yourself just because a man is fucking your ass too rough? I hope you know you’re lapping up every last drop of that after I’m done with your ass,” he said.

Kassanda wondered why he sounded so offended. It was her bathroom floor after all. He’d just wandered in off the street and started fucking her ass without even letting her go to the bathroom first.

“I’m sorry, sir. I know I’m a filthy slut. I’ll be sure to lap up every drop of my piss, sir. Would you like me to start while you’re still fucking my ass?” she asked.

She didn’t want to lap it up at all, but she knew it was only good manners to agree to every depraved act a man demanded of her and her mother had always taught her to offer to go the extra mile.

“I think I will have you do that, slut,” he said, dragging her back a little so her face was in the puddle of her own piss.

She started lapping at the acrid, salty mess and moaned as if it was the greatest treat she’d ever had.