Story Title – “Christy Hemme : The Ultimate Pissmop”
Author Name – Dark Cloud
Contents Code – MF, reluc, mDom, ws
Celebes – Christy Hemme, Carmella Decesare
Christy Hemme : The Ultimate Pissmop
Disclaimer: This is a very adult themed piece of erotic fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age of eighteen or by anyone who does not like hardcore descriptions of sex and violence. The people written about here would never act like this in the real world
“You do understand the type of videos we make here? They are, how can I say, highly specialised. It’s not
just run of the mill porn, you know?”
“I know, you’ve told me like, three times now and I’ve told you I need the cash, simple as that. I’m willing and able to do whatever it takes, I need the money.”
The girl was called Christy, she had applied to be a star in one of my movies, the guy, trying to dissuade was Mike, my assistant. I sat stoic in the corner of the office waiting for him to give her the form to sign, I had seen and heard enough girls desperate for money to know she would and inwardly I was ecstatic. You see I knew this girl. I recognised her, she was Christy Hemme, former WWE Diva, former Playboy cover girl and TNA knockout. I guess she really was desperate for cash. But I guess I’d better explain exactly what type of films I make.
In effect they’re humiliation movies, we do the nastiest things imaginable to the cutest girls we can sign up and film it. You’d be amazed at what the girls will do for the cash and how much we make from selling them. Not pleasant I agree, but you’ve gotta make a living somehow and this was a hell of a lot easier than most ways. Plus, I admit, I really got off on doing stuff to these girls, I’m perverted like that.
So I just sat and listened to the little bitch who, not so very long ago was a national starlet sit there and practically beg to star in one of our movies. I wondered, though didn’t really care, what had brought her to this. Drugs? A guy? Those were the usual reasons the girls gave as they sat their pleading to be paid for their ritual humiliation to be filmed.
Mike gave her the form home and told her to read it and come back tomorrow, though heaven knows she wanted to sign it there and then but he wouldn’t allow her. He also gave a her a video of some of our highlights to let her really know what she was getting into. So she could back out now rather than ruin an entire video. I made sure it was one of our tamer video’s because if this went through I wanted to see the look on little miss Christy’s face when we did some of the things to her.
And lo and behold, the next day she returned with the form duly signed and eager to earn her $1000 (she would not be paid anything until the film was finished). We told her to be at our studios the next Monday and to not have anything planned for the whole day. I spent the time before Monday with my creative juices running freely.
I’ve shot pretty much everything in my decade in the business, scat, gang-bangs, bukkake, and stuff even more extreme. But I knew from the first that this film with Christy would revolve around pissing. Specifically her being pissed over and drinking it. I masturbated myself to sleep two nights running with the image of me urinating all over her pretty face in my head.
I guess I should describe Christy for you. She was 26 years old now, had chestnut redish, auburn, shoulder length hair and a real cute smile. . Her eyes were hazel in colour and she had a pretty sexy body, topped off with 36″ breasts that had real thick nipples. Like I said she was a hottie, why she had fallen to doing this I didn’t know but she had.
First thing I had her do was dress in a skimpy schoolgirl’s outfit, replete with my old school’s tie. So a white shirt with only a couple of buttons done up and a loose tie was all that covered her chest, while a short black skirt, white knickers and ankle socks completed the outfit. Her hair was in two cute bunches and as instructed she was wearing glasses, as she had done in school. All the guys on set got immediate erections when she first came out of the dressing room and onto set.
To start, because the girls are always nervous I get them to smile into the camera, squat down and introduce themselves to the audience as their knickers flash. And Christy did this, she called herself Christy though a lot of the girls like to change their names, not our Christy though. Off camera I ask her why she’s here and she gives the answer she’s been told to give.
“Because I want to be a piss slut for you” all spoken with a toothy grin and her hair in cute bunches.
“Good girl” I reply and move over to her (my back to camera) and place a tight dog collar around her neck, taking the leash back with me behind the camera.
I then hand Christy a small plastic bowl and tell her to squat over it and piss into it through her knickers. Still smiling into the camera she strains somewhat and soon we see drips of piss coming through her staining knickers and falling into the bowl. When it is apparent that she has finished I tell her to take her knickers off and the viewer is treated to the first glimpse of Christy’s sodden, shaven pussy. My next instruction is that she licks the stained crotch of the panties, her nose wrinkles in disgust but still she does as told giving big licks to draw the urine into her mouth.
“Good girl! Now wring them out into the bowl” I instruct and she obeys. Once she’s finished I take up the bowl and carefully pour it’s amber contents into a tall wine glass and pass the glass back to Christy and tell her to drink it up.
She pauses and closes her eyes, obviously steeling herself for the indignity to follow and then as if mentally deciding that this is what she will do she puts the glass to her lips and drinks the lot in one long, salty load, giving a pathetic splutter at the end as the last escapes her lips.
“Did you like that slut?”
She can’t speak but nods her head in such a way that you are in no doubt she hated it and just wants this over and to get paid, but there’s so much yet to go!
Next I order Christy to undress the rest of her uniform, revealing her large tits which indicate Christy is no little schoolgirl. Very soon she’s on her hands and knees looking up for instructions with an obedient look on her slutty face. I take her for a walk like my very own piss doggie and lead her on all fours over to the large bath that takes pride of place in this studio, wide ledges surrounding all four sides. Keeping a tight hold of the leash I tell her to get into the bath and kneel, which she does with some difficulty.
So there kneels Christy, naked and expectant in the bath. Mike hands me a special plastic funnel which I attach around Christy’s neck above the collar, it has a black rubber trim both to prevent it scratching her neck and to make sure no liquid can escape it. The cameraman zooms in for a close up on Christy’s now slightly concerned face inside the funnel but she surely knows fine well what will happen next – though I don’t think she appreciates exactly how many men I intend using.
“Christy, it’s time to meet the boys” and into the room troop ten men, who, without speaking a word, take their places on the ledge surrounding the bath and unzip their flies.
Now normal practice is that beforehand the boys will drink clear water so that the piss is pretty much only just the water coming straight through them, hence it’s clearness. However, in an act of petty spite I have told all of them that they should have a few pints of beer before so that it comes out nice and yellow. This also guarantees it will really stink quite a bit too, especially for Christy.
Making sure that the plug is firmly in it’s hole I tell the guys to fire at will and tell Christy that she has to keep her head up. Once the first stream of warm, yellow piss hits Christy’s forehead you can tell she’s regretting doing this but there’s no going back and soon a second and third splash onto her and the level of piss trapped in the funnel swiftly rises and she is beginning to realise she’ll have to drink her way out of this. She goes to move her head so that the piss will run out but they all do that and a quick tug of the leash straightens her and reminds her of her job and to my immense pleasure the yellow fluid is over the top over her lips and lapping at her nostrils when she has to open up and admit the piss. A good thing too as by now all the guys are fired up and spraying piss all over her, most managing to hit the large target of the funnel.
I can’t tell you the satisfaction I derived watching Christy’s head being engulfed with piss and the look on her face as she took deep gulp of it to relief herself, while her massive tits began to glisten with the piss that was spilling down her shapely body. Quickly the guys piss streams began to falter and come to dripping stops and Christy was able to clear the funnel of the urine and take in some breaths of air. I made sure the camera got a nice close up of her saturated hair and face.
Once all the guys had dried up I told them to get next door and get refilled for the next scene and told Christy to unhook the plastic funnel from her neck which she did gladly.
“Well Christy, did you enjoy that?” I asked.
She gave the answer she had been told to give , “Yes, I loved it. I love being a piss slut.”
“Good girl! But look some of the piss has run into the bath , why don’t you bend over and start slurping it up, you don’t want to miss any do you?”
She shook her head and like a drowned rat she dipped it low and extended her tongue and began lapping at the pool of piss in the bathtub. While she was busy humiliating herself down there the guys were busily drinking beer next door for the next part of the film. Eventually I let Christy up and told her to go get showered and ready as I wanted her looking her normal self for the start of the next scene.
In the studio we have a very special toilet. It is a few inches wider and lower than most which suits our purposes perfectly. It’s not properly linked up to the plumbing and has to be bled of whatever liquid is in it so to begin today there was nothing in it’s system. Well as soon as Christy was in the dressing room everybody on set got the word that if they need a piss to use our special toilet as it needed to have plenty fresh piss in it!
I gave both Christy and the guys a full hour to recover, grabbed a bite of lunch and came back ready for the second part of this epic. When she appeared from her dressing room after lunch she little resembled the piss-soaked, forlorn creature kneeling submissively in the bath that morning. Now she was wearing a woman executive’s power business suit and as we began filming again, as directed she confidently strode across the room. She sat in a wooden chair next to the special toilet bowl and watched as the action unfolded, the camera catching her every facial reaction to what happens.
Basically, each of the guys gets called up to the bowl and relieves themselves of their lunch time beer by pissing into and over the ceramic bowl. After each of the ten has had their turn they line up to watch Christy’s next humiliation. I order her to strip for the camera and again capture her full curves of film, she keeps glancing worriedly at the bowl, probably guessing what will happen next.
“You’re a desperate little piss slut aren’t you?.”
“Well Christy why don’t you show us how desperate you are, both for piss and for money. I want you to get down there and lick that bowl clean.”
Slowly she sinks to her knees, managing one last pathetic glance to the camera before stretching her neck over the rim of the bowl and extending her tongue out and starting to lap slowly at the porcelain – all captured in glorious close up by the camera. I can see her curl her nose up at the stink from the urine that lies at the bottom of the bowl and maybe she thinks licking the bowl, despite it’s yellow stains and stray hairs, will be the worst of it. It won’t be.
All the guys stood around Christy in a semicircle and shouted ‘encouragement’ at her as she lapped away with her tongue on the bowl.
“Go on slut, lick that piss up!”
“Yeah,, get that tongue working bitch!”
After five minutes where she was constantly licking I instructed her to stop and sit up, then got the camera to focus in on the yellow pool that sat in the bowl. The camera then panned round to Christy’s face as I spoke to her again.
“Christy, I want you to get your face real deep in the bowl and started slurping. Understand?”
She nodded and reluctantly dipped her head down into the wider than usual bowl, recoiling slightly as her face contacted the piss but soon moving into it. Once there she gargled and slurped noisily for the camera as instructed and I let her do this for a time before putting on rubber gloves . Then I pressed down on her head, shoving it fully into the piss, held it there for a few seconds before operating the flushing mechanism which basically just threw whatever was in the bowl up and around the self contained system. Christy tried to lift her head but I was having none of that and kept it down in the flow, the piss sluicing fast over her face and into her eyes, ears, nose and mouth so that when finally the flush slowed and I allowed her to remove her face from the bowl it was a sight.
“Enjoy that Christy?” I asked sarcastically.
She just nodded mechanically as she tried to clean her face with her arm.
So she got paid and was probably glad to get the money and get the hell out.
Almost two months to the day since I had filmed Christy’s first foray into the world of humiliation videos she came back to my office. Was she livid, desperate for revenge or retribution? When I admitted her into my office I was hardly faced with an angry woman. Just the opposite, Christy was neatly dressed, her hair tidily bunched on her head and she was smiling sweetly at me as if butter would not melt in her mouth. Anyway, to cut a long story short she wasn’t here to have it out with me, on the contrary she wanted to star in another of my films. Again she cited that she needed to money. I decided to play it cool.
“You see Christy, we really don’t need to make another film of you. We did it all pretty much in the first one. What would be the point in doing it again?”
“B-But couldn’t you do other stuff?” were the glorious words she asked me (Oh yes, I could do so much more).
“Well give me a day to think about it, see if I can get any ideas. I can’t promise the same money though.”
As she left my office I sat back in my chair somewhat thrown by the meeting. You see I get a lot of girls that want to do these films; they’re all eager and willing and claim they won’t be affected by doing what we do to them on film. But the truth in nearly every case is once the cameras are running and they are getting pissed on or worse, they hate it and most only finish the film to make sure they get paid. Of course, it makes for a pretty entertaining show when they so obviously hate what they are doing. So we get very few girls that want to do it again or in fact are willing to, they’ve realised just how low they’ve gone and no amount of money can convince them to repeat what they’ve done. But the ones that do tend to be willing to do whatever you ask them to do and that means you can go that little bit lower with them. I tend to classify them in my mind as “guttersluts”. And here was Christy Hemme, former superstar, offering herself as one. I could hardly contain my glee.
Next day she came back and I ran through vaguely what I wanted to shoot her doing and told her that I could only offer $750 this time as she had done most of what I wanted to do with her (a big fat lie) and basically made it seem that, actually, I was doing her a massive favour letting her do this again.
“Is-Is that all? 750 dollars?”
“Afraid so Christy. That’s all you’re worth to us now (I was pushing my luck and if she made any move to leave believe me I would have upped it but she had that look, like a rabbit trapped in a cars headlamps, and I knew she would go for it – and she did).”
Filming started on our next blockbuster that Friday night. It was still light when Christy turned up in a car park where I had told her to be. As the camera man began filming her I instructed her to strip off there and then for the camera. She took a quick glance around to see if anyone was able to see.
“Come on Bitch” I barked at her, “I don’t care if anyone sees you, you just do what I tell you to!”
To that outburst she just nodded pathetically and began to strip off her clothes. First off was her leather jacket, then her boots and her blouse and skirt. Leaving her standing in a cold parking lot in just black, lacy bra and panties. I ‘encouraged’ her to lose those too and soon they too lay in a little heap on the concrete next to my car. I threw them unceremoniously into the boot of my car. Lo and behold shuffling onto screen comes a pensioner, walking with a frame and none too steady on his feet (he has been told to be here by me to receive a nice surprise and has only one instruction to follow).
“Christy, honey, I want you to crawl over to that guy there and give him blow job. OK?”
She looked at me in consternation but nonetheless did as I bid and seconds later was on her knees before him ready to accept his wrinkled member in to her mouth, and at this point the old guy performs the one act he has been told (and paid) to do.
Christy has closed her eyes, perhaps hoping to block out the vision of what she is being asked do to so the first she knows of the pensioner’s actions is when a shoot of piss fires hard into her eye lid. The instructions I gave him were not to take a piss all day, to get as full a bladder as possible and when he is confronted by a dumb, naked brunette on her knees to wait until the perfect moment and let fly with a huge spray of his old mans piss into her face. And jeez, was Christy dumb, as so surprised was she that she immediately opened both her eyes and mouth taking a large mouthful of the pungent liquid and was coughing and spluttering as he finished off his load into her hair.
“Thank the man Christy”, I instructed and she looked up at the elderly gentleman and thanked him for urinating all over her face. All in all a pretty successful scene one.
Christy started to wipe at her dripping face with her arm and I told her to stop that, I wanted her marked with his scent for the rest of the night. I then gave her a dog collar and leash and attached them round her neck and told her to put on a long overcoat I handed her, which neatly hid her collar, leash and nakedness. Refitting her shoes we headed off towards the main road for scene two.
The camera captures Christy entering a pub, the light is fading as the night is starting to fall and the establishments name is hidden (I have arranged with several establishments for tonight’s activities and they are being well paid for them). It is clearly a ‘rough’ pub with lower class clientele who don’t hide their curiosity at our entry with a wet young woman and video camera in tow. We head straight through to the gents toilets where the action will unfold. Once there the camera pans around the dismal (but well lit) room, picking out the graffiti on the stained and peeling walls, damaged tiles on the floor, rickety wooden doors hanging at the cubicles and a line of five once-white urinals.
“Take off the coat Christy”, I commanded. She did with a little reluctance, although we were alone for the moment no doubt somebody would enter at some point.
She reluctantly handed me to coat and stood there in nothing more than her shoes and collar, I dumped the coat on the floor behind me and ordered her to get down on her hands and knees like a dog. Then I led her by the collar over to the row of five urinals until her head was inches from the one furthest to the left side wall. She looked up in to the camera with those wide, puppy dog eyes as I told her to lick the urinal bowl from top to bottom. Again a slight hesitation and look towards me and her head moved forward, her tongue extended and Christy began to lick the piss bowl.
Actually, despite what it was used for (i.e. drunken guys pissing in) this first urinal was in pretty good condition and as humiliating as it was for this pretty girl to be on her knees, naked and lapping at it, it could have been far worse. I had ensured that it would though. Five minutes saw her finish off the first bowl to my approval and I tugged her over to the next in line. Again it wasn’t in too bad condition when she started on it with her tongue. Just as she started the door banged open and in came a bar patron needing to relieve himself.
Now what I and the cameraman knew, but what Christy and the watching audience did not know, was that everyone in the bar that night was working for me in the video. I guess their reactions would have been different if that wasn’t the case but I don’t know if my little gutterslut ever twigged it.
The man stopped and gawked at what we were doing and paused seemingly unsure what to do as he stood zip already down.
“Hey buddy, why don’t you use this one?” I indicated the urinal Christy was now working on.
The camera caught his indecision then decision as he strode forward, stood slightly to the left of the kneeling Christy and pulled out his dick, pointed it into the porcelain and let loose a long, yellow stream of piss. I firmly reminded Christy to ‘keep licking’ as the spray fell about her face and zoomed in on the thick trails of urine sliding down the white surface and pooling into her mouth. The guy shook his last few drops out onto the side of Christy’s face and left as I encouraged her to hurry up and complete that bowl before anyone else entered. She did that and moved onto the third urinal but had just started when another guy came in and we went through the same act as before.
It turned out he had not such a good aim and poor Christy got a few blasts to the back of her head and he even missed the bowl and splashed onto the tiled floor. Once he had departed the restroom I instructed Christy to make sure not to let that stop her and she bent down and licked the tiles of his piss.
By the time she had made it onto urinal four she was looking pretty nauseous at what she was doing and taken with her dampened hair looked quite pathetic with her head buried in the urinal. Another guy burst in but he obviously was not in need of a piss as he hurried towards a cubicle, once it was locked I shouted over the door.
“Hey buddy, when you’re finished do us a favour and don’t flush.”
His answer came in a loud breaking of wind and the not so glamorous sounds of his bowels opening. Christy had heard the request and looked at me with a sinking look on the face as she speculated at what I would have her do later. She had little time for that though as two more guys entered and at my direction stood either side of Christy and pissed spectacularly into the same urinal, flooding Christy’s tongue and mouth in their urine, which she downed like a perfect pissmop.
All of which, a good (but not for Christy) ten minutes later, led to the fifth and final urinal which I had spent some time that afternoon setting up. By this time the guy in the cubicle had left the restroom sheepishly but happily with no flush. This fifth urinal was plugged up just below the metal grate that covered the small escape hole in the urinal which meant that the sight that greeted Christy when she shuffled over to it was a thick, yellow pool of acrid smelling piss. A variety of disgusting objects floated in it, clearly visible were cigarette ends, a clump of pubic hair and what looked to be a used condom. Christy turned to me, tears nearly forming in her big, brown eyes and begged “P-Please, I can’t…”
“Christy, you need to drain that if you want to be paid. So get slurping slut.”
I gained a lot of satisfaction in seeing Christy lowered her eyes, dip her head and begin to drink the stale piss from the blocked urinal. It took her some time, and she had to stop to splutter and threaten to spew but hold it in, she nearly gagged on the condom but she eventually drained the bowl, I told her to smile into the camera and say “Hi mom” and was gratified to see the clump of wiry, pubic hair stuck in her teeth.
“Now to visit the cubicle Christy. I have to warn you it doesn’t smell too good!”
The cubicle, to be frank, stunk. Beyond that it presented a fairly depressing sight when the camera panned over it. The walls were meant to be white but hadn’t been for some time, they were covered in pretty crude graffiti and some lurid pictures of male genitalia interfacing with their female counterparts. The dark wood door was attached only to the upper hinge and covering the stained bowl was a cracked cheap, black plastic rim seat. All in all it looked and smelled (and was) pretty grim.
So it was into this that I led Christy by the leash on her hands and knees and I could almost smell her fear (or was that the smell of something else?). I backed out to allow the camera man to get in nice and close and gave Christy’s peachy, upturned bottom a prod with my foot.
Christy crawled forward slowly until her head (and soaked hair) hung over the bowl. The horrified/disgusted look on her face told it’s own story as she waited on my command.
“Christy, I want you to lift the seat up”, she followed my command almost mechanically.
Her nose wrinkled as the stained and splattered porcelain came into view as she pushed the seat up tentatively. The camera zoomed in to perfectly capture the look on her face when I instructed her to start licking the top rim of the bowl clean. I allayed her looks of protest by uncurling a wad of notes and fanning them for her and telling her to get paid she had to do exactly what I told her. So imagine my glee to see her dip her head a little lower and begin to lick at the once white bowl. She tried to avoid the little drops and spots of brown stuff splattered on the rim but I made sure she was reminded that she needed to clean the lot.
As she was busy doing that humiliating task I described as accurately as I could the repugnant smell that hung in the air in the cubicle. Any viewer of the tape after the fact may choose not to believe me but one look into the mucky water that lay in the bottom of the bowl would, I think change their doubts. Whatever the guy had done in the depths of the bowl was not in sight but the colour of the water was a rich brown, not usually associated with normal water and after ten minutes of intense licking I instructed Christy to get her face right down until it was in the dirty water.
Amazingly she did this first time with no further prompting. Actually, I quite often find this, you push a girl so far past her limits of self humiliation and she just kind of goes and enters a zone where she’ll do as told just to get it over with. I find that’s not quite as much fun as when the girl has a bit of fight and self respect left. So with her face just in the murky water I took great delight in donning a pair of rubber gloves and shoving her head fully into the gloom, and honestly it was my intention to flush the pan after a second, but I seemed to forget and wouldn’t you know it poor Christy felt the need to open her mouth to complain allowing a mouthful of the effluent to enter. That seemed to remind me and I finally flushed with her head in the pan.
Fifteen seconds later I told Christy to remove her head from the pan and smile for the camera, she was a rare old sight, her hair tangled and saturated and various brown stains and suspicious splotches on her face. All in all, I felt it had been one of the best scenes I had shot in my career. But I had more to shoot for the tape.
Scene three was pretty simple to shoot but was perhaps the most degrading to Christy (and by now believe me I was starting to think that Christy got off on the humiliation). It starts with the camera zooming in on a pair of denim clad legs exiting a house very early the next morning. The sun is just up and what a beautiful day is revealed as the legs stroll across a yard and stop next to a large wooden kennel in the yard. It must be a large dog that abides in there, thinks the viewer, although the lovingly carved nameplate that states “Pissmop” over the entrance perhaps gives away who it is that lurks in the shadows.
The foot kicks the wooden side of the kennel and barks out a “Come on, get up, Bitch!”
A sleepy and dazed Christy emerges from the Kennel on all fours and stifles a yawn as hands bend over and attach a leash to the leather collar that is tight around her neck. Her hair is done up nicely for this shoot which contrasts starkly with her naked state and the situation she finds herself in.
Christy is taken for walkies around the block on her hands and knees, thankfully for her meeting nobody at this early hour. As instructed when her ‘owner’ stops at a lamppost she cocks a leg and urinates awkwardly against it. The splashing noise is embarrassingly magnified in the silence of the morning. Their walk continues, Christy’s hands and knees are scuffed and sore by now and she is beginning to tire but her ‘owner’ relentless pulls her along by her lead. Then at the preset spot he stops, she stops and with no encouragement (I have given her explicit instructions beforehand) she rises to her haunches and proceeds to defecate on the pavement.
Once it is all out and lying in a pile on the stone her owner turns, speaks angrily at her “You stupid Bitch do it in the road next time. Here, I’ll teach you to remember”, and grabs hold of Christy’s hair and forces her nose into the pile and rubs it in. The scene ends on a close up of Christy’s, smiling, shit stained face.
For the next scene I introduce one of my former pissmops, Carmella Desecare, another former Playboy Playmate and rival to Christy on Raw some years ago., to the action. Carmella was tall, about five foot nine and wore a miniskirt that made it seem like her long legs stretched on forever. She had the prettiest dark hair that lay down and over her thin shoulders (that peeked over a thin pink top). Her skin was porcelain white and gave her a classical beauty. She was very slim and had a very pert but not large bosom. But her most striking features were the wide and well lashed brown eyes that seemed to radiate sexuality and innocence all at once.
I have the delectable Carmella introduce herself to the camera as the camera man zooms in on the magnificence of her beautiful face. For this start I have told Carmella to wear a bookish pair of spectacles, which seem to magnify her eyes and give a good contrast to her face. Plus I have a thing for sluts in spectacles. The camera pans back to reveal her stunning figure clad in a very professional business suit, her hair tied up. Into the shot comes the well known and defiled face of Christy and at my instruction she begins to disrobe her co-star. Two minutes later and Carmella stands stark naked before us and I think everyone in the room is momentarily stunned by the svelte, lithe figure and her pert little tits.
I adopt as abrupt a voice as I can and snap at her “Get on your knees, Bitch.”
Her eyes open in a puppy dog stare as she lowers herself submissively to her knees before the camera.
“Tell the world what you want to be Carmella.”
“I want to be a Pissmop” she proudly says.
“Is that right? You want to be a filthy, low down, piss drinking slut? You want guys to use your mouth as a urinal? Come on nod your agreement that that is what you want.”
Ah, the delight in seeing her head bob up and down obediently to my questions.
“Well if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get. Now get up and get into the bath. That’s it baby, slowly now so we can focus on your ass, yeah.”
Carmella climbed into the bath tub as instructed and knelt in the centre expectantly waiting her first taste of lovely, golden, salty piss. Four naked men entered the scene soundlessly and took up positions of the compass on shelves around the bath, their bladders straining to unleash themselves on the red headed babe before them.
“Now Carmella, I want you to slide yourself forward, that’s right, so you’re as horizontal as possible, that’s it now keep that position and I want you to open that pretty little mouth of yours as wide as possible.”
Carmella did all this perfectly, she had obviously been watching Christy’s previous performances for the cameras. Christy was repaying the compliment only this time she stood a mere four feet away waiting for the guys to start the action so we reached her part of the proceedings.
The four guys around the bath all had bladders straining to be emptied, they had to grip around their cock and balls to prevent them starting, I think it is safe to say they were desperate to get started. But I enjoyed the tense moment, as Carmella adjusted her grip on the bath rail and slide a tiny bit more horizontal, the four guys twitching over her ready to unleash themselves on her and Christy looking at once pensive yet also visibly excited.
“Alright Carmella, open your mouth wider, that’s it, stick your tongue out a bit further, yes. Right guys go!” Simultaneously four huge streams of piss erupted from all four sides and targeted Carmella’s wide, innocent mouth. They found their target immediately and quickly her mouth was overflowing with hot, salty piss like a water feature in a garden. She swallowed some but had no chance to keep up and soon the fluid was flooding down her chin and running over her chest and through the cleft of her legs and gathering in the end of the plugged up bath. The guys were well experienced as to how to do things and their aim ‘accidentally’ began to waver suddenly finding Carmella’s nostrils, ears and eyes and as she coughed and spluttered it was quite the money shot for my scene.
All too quickly the guys began to slow up and stop, shaking the final droplets out onto her opening eyes. “Right Christy it’s your turn” I ordered.
During the performance Christy had stripped naked and at my command she got up onto the bath and positioned her feet either side of the bath and slowly lowered herself so her pussy hovered inches from Carmella’s piss soaked mouth. I had wondered if they would have been willing to do this scene but both had easily agreed.
“Carmella, I want you to get every last drop and keep your damn eyes open” were my only directions. Then Christy fired off, she too had been bursting for a piss for nearly an hour and given the command she let fly with a torrent of urine into Carmella’s beautiful face. Carmella gamely tried to catch and swallow it but she had little chance and before long her entire face was being coated in her piss.
I knew this was pure money I was filming here and verbally encouraged Christy to keep it flowing as long as possible until it reduced to a few drips and I commanded Carmella to catch every last drop of the nectar on her outstretched tongue.
I toyed with having Carmella lick Christy clean but that would be moving into a genre I wasn’t known for and I stopped short so Christy clambered down leaving her sitting in a puddle of yellow urine, her exquisite body glistening under the lights. She stayed like that for a few moments allowing the camera to capture her magnificent state then as agreed beforehand she hoisted herself up onto her knees and slid forward in the bath until her head hovered over the pool of mixed piss. It was surprisingly deep and showed up as a heavy yellow against the bright white of the tub bottom.
“Carmella I want you to splash in that like the dumb Bitch you are.”
Blunt instructions I know but followed to the letter by the brunetteas she used both her hands to splash the piss about in the tub and up into her face.
“Good girl” I encouraged, “Now look up at me.”
When she did I spat a mouthful of spit onto her upturned face.
“Now wash it off in there.”
She dipped her face into the pool and shook her head in it for a minute until she looked up like a dog that had just emerged from a river, her once lovely mane of hair a saturated mess.
“Nearly done, I want you blow bubbles in that, understand?”
She nodded her head and dipped it until her full lips entered the piss and then she comically blew into the puddle for a minute or so. From there it was a quick journey over to our specially developed toilet bowl; Carmella balancing her chin on the porcelain edge of the bowl, her tongue extended waiting on me unzipping my flies. God I was bursting and as soon as I released my dick I pointed at Carmella and let fly with a forceful stream that splashed against her tongue and teeth and the piss she couldn’t handle spilled into the bowl. Once finished I had Christy force her head into her wide bowl until her face was submerged then flush the cistern herself, engulfing Carmella in a deluge of toilet water. When that finally relented Carmella’s head emerged from the bowl to tell the camera that she was “a piece of shit, pissmop” with a big, cheesy grin on her face.
After everyone had cleaned up and had lunch we were ready to shoot scene two of this masterpiece. I had thought long and hard for the dirtiest, nastiest ideas to unleash on them to really test the depths of depravity they were willing to stoop to. When I suggested this I was certain they would reject it, money or not, but in fact their eyes lit up at the suggestion and they even added a twist of their own.
Basically, the scene would commence with Christy and Carmella bent over on their knees, their naked behinds pointing upwards. One by one a guy will enter the scene and alternating for each man they will insert their cock in one of the girl’s assholes and piss into it. The other girl then has to position her mouth under the full ass and as best as she can manage, drink the piss from the asshole. She then has to keep as much liquid in her mouth, make her way over to two large beer glasses on the far side of the room and spit what she can into the glass marked with her rival’s name. Once both are nearly full the guys will return and masturbate a thick, white, frothy head of cum into the glass (that was their idea!) and the two sluts will down the glasses simultaneously.
So that was the idea and it had plenty of potential to get real messy quickly so we had a waterproof lining down on the floor. I stood up as Christy and Carmella entered the room and took off the white, fluffy bathrobes they were wearing. In many ways they were a nice contrast: Christy with her ample bust and short hair, Carmella with her pert breasts and long, red hair tumbling over her shoulders. Whichever, they were both visions of loveliness that I would take great pleasure debasing and degrading.
“Christy get down on your knees and get ready for guy number one” I commanded, “Carmella as soon as his cock is clear of her asshole you can position yourself for your first mouthful. Remember, you will spit that load into the glass marked ‘Christy’.OK?”
She nodded and in came our first of twelve guys I had lined up for this; I felt six loads of piss would amply fill the glasses, whatever was spilt. So to work and the guy plugged his cock into Christy’s ass as the camera got an extreme close up and we could hear the unmistakable sound of piss splashing onto skin as he relived himself inside her. He had enough that it soon filled up and began to spill out underneath her as he finished off. Christy kept herself upright as Carmella slipped under her, lying in the piss that hadn’t fit inside Christy’s asshole, then Christy lowered her ass and a flood of foul liquid spilled into Carmella’s waiting, gaping mouth and all over her face. Holding as much in her mouth as she could, Carmella hurried over to the glass and spewed the concoction into the glass. It nearly filled a third of the glass with a murky coloured fluid and Carmella hurried back to take her first load in her ass.
This continued for the best part of thirty minutes with both sluts getting saturated in their own piss very quickly. It also became apparent that with each mouthful they were catching less and less (indeed one hilarious instance saw Carmella fail to control herself properly and her whole load spilled out over Christy’s unsuspecting face as she was just getting into position). The room was a disgusting sight, the plastic cover sloshed with spilled piss and at the end the two glasses stood nearly full when I brought proceedings to a halt, leaving the last guy disappointed. Not wanting to have him left out I instructed the two sluts to kneel together, cheek to cheek, and had him stand over them and spray them with a full bladder of his piss until it dripped from their chins.
Then I had the guys take turns jerking off over the piss glasses until they were topped by a messy head of mixed cum, just as they had asked for.
“Right, you two Bitches come and get these while their still nice and warm” I announced as I pointed out the two glasses to the camera.
Both Carmella and Christy crawled over the plastic covering, their bodies shimmering in a coating of piss, towards the table that held the two glasses and then when they got there they held them in their hands, looked each other in the eyes and started to pour them into their waiting mouths. Wow, what a sight! Their mouths and throats had little chance of keeping up with the constant flow off ass-passed piss and cum and as hard as they tried to drink it it soon overflowed and began to run down their magnificent bodies. I was so hard watching these two lovelies do this that I nearly forgot I was making a movie and I’m not ashamed to admit that I came in my pants when after both had emptied their glasses they bent toward each other and kissed on the lips, leaving a long trail of cum between their lips as they parted. What a scene, how could I top that?
I film my two leading ladies walking hand in hand, clad in only string bikinis, as they enter a local college dorm. I get a lot of feedback from students with ideas and wanting to be in my films in one way or another but one from a whole fraternity piqued my interest for this film. I thought I had two girls here who were dirty and nasty enough to do the idea justice.
Christy led her sister by the hand into the main hall of the dorm where their entrance was greeted by a mass of students (mostly male but with some girls visible also) with a huge cheer. The crowd moved back to admit the two girls and the camera crew and revealed two large metal tubs in the centre of the room.
I hushed the students and spoke to my stars “Listen up you two piss sluts, we’re gonna have a contest here. First up you can take off those bikini’s, let all these kids see your bodies,” they did that to another big cheer and whistles and calls.
“Right , on each floor of this dorm there is a toilet at the end of the corridor, in each corridor there are six urinals, in each urinal there is a urine cake that has been there and being used for the past three weeks. You will each be allocated a tub and it will then be your job to collect as many cakes and drop them in the tub, the one with the most cakes will win. OK?”
“By the way, your hands will be handcuffed behind your backs, you must use your mouths to pick up the cakes and carry them back , during the contest these guys (indicating the student throng) will be filling these tubs with their piss and the loser will have to get in the tub and I and going to fuck all three of her holes for the camera. Right start!”
There was a hushed silence as I announced these rules and had two lucky students cuff my two pissmops, then I blew a whistle and a cheer went up and the game was on!
Visibly it was an amazing sight these two sexy bitches running through packed student corridors, their wrists behind their backs, their breasts bouncing about and usually with a disgusting, yellow urinal cake clamped in their mouths as they rushed from toilet block back the metal tubs. Those tubs were surrounded by young men and women relieving their full bladders into them and were filling up just nicely, their floors already covered by the time both sluts returned with their first urinal cake to drop into the tub.
I had a mobile unit following both on their journeys while a hard unit cover the filling of the tubs. After a short while it was clear that Carmella was both faster and more adept with her mouth than her sister and she established a lead in the number of piss cakes in her tub and never looked like losing it. Christy tried to keep up but by the time she let the last cake drop from her mouth into a pretty full tub there were 31 in Carmella’s and only 24 in Christy’s. Carmella was the winner but more importantly Christy was the loser.
As I stripped for the camera’s I felt a mixture of feelings. I really wanted to fuck Carmella in this scenario – she had the combination of stunning looks and innocence that I would have taken great pleasure in taking to depraved depths on camera (who knows maybe I will in a future film). But there was Christy, at once both my muse and my nemesis and in many ways this would be a fitting finale.
“I am going to bugger your arsehole first Christy, so I want you on hands and knees with your head over that tub of piss” somewhat shamefaced at the frankness of my instructions she did as ordered and I moved in behind her to prep her butthole.
“Carmella, you get yourself the other side of the tuba and while I sodomise her I want you to dip her head right into the piss, hold it for at least 30 seconds before letting her up OK?”, her nod and smile told me she was well up for this scene so with us in position I thrust my eight inches of cock up and into Christy’s tight arsehole and began to establish a harsh rhythm of pounding her. As my cock invaded her arsehole Christy’s opened her mouth to moan and at that point Carmella pushed her hands to the back of Christy’s head and shoved it into the waiting yellow gloom, ensuring she received a mouthful of the mixed piss on her first dunking.
I fucked Christy as hard as I could and she responded, her back arching and forcing herself back onto me to match my thrusts as she was simultaneously thrust into the piss head first only to emerge later like a drowning rat. As I neared climax I pulled out of her ass and with my own hands dragged her head from the tub and wasted no time in slamming my cock straight from her arsehole to her mouth and getting it as deep as I could, enjoying her gagging on what had so recently been buried in her own shitter. I came in torrents inside her mouth and fucked it as I came.
And so we come to the next scene. We have moved inside and the delectable gutterslut Christy is kneeling on a white towel in a bare room. She has been very professionally made up and looks sexier than in any of the previous scenes. Her hair has been straightened and hangs beautifully around her pale, bare shoulders and her fringe smartly frames her face. Enter me from the left, shot from the waist down. As she smiles sweetly towards the camera I run my hands through her soft hair letting the viewer see how luscious it is. Then I produce a pair of stainless steel barber’s scissors and snap them together for the camera. Christy continues to smile as I slide the scissors along her fringe and in one movement snip the lot off, leaving her with a ugly straight line as an extremely high fringe. I let the cut hair float down past and onto Christy’s still smiling face.
From there the scissors slice their way around Christy’s previously gorgeous hair leaving her with an ugly square haircut that looks terrible. Christy doesn’t need to worry about that for long though, as my hands come up holding a powerful electric shaver and without a word I run it right down the centre of Christy’s head, creating a clear pathway that looks as bad as it sounds. The powerful shaver does not take long to shear Christy of all her hair, leaving her with just the shortest, almost invisible to the eye, stubble atop her head.
Even back in WWE I had known Christy to have always been very proud of her hair, and she had every right to be. It is hard to explain the strong feeling of excitement and power I got shaving her of what she was most proud of. Better yet when I had told her before hand what we would be doing in this scene she had agreed easily, her desperation to finish and get her money forcing her to agree to these humiliations.
But this was no mere haircut scene. Once her hair was nice and shaved, I had the fake wall to the front of the room removed and revealed to the camera a group of men, about 50 in total that I contacted for this next part which I like to think of as “The Bald Bukkake.”
Christy knelt there still smiling as the first of the guys stepped up and dropped his pants, he finished pumping his dick in his hands and directed a stream of cum out and onto Christy’s face, splashing onto her nose and eyes (which I have instructed Christy to keep open during this). He is the first of many to do so, jerking their sticky, white loads onto her features, gradually obliterating them. I am the last guy to have a shot and I release a torrent of spunk onto her, instructing her to prise her heavy eyelids open so I can shoot directly onto her green irises. The camera fades out concentrating on her glazed and cum-dripping face and bald skull.