I moved a hand to my dripping pussy trying to be a as subtle as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the first touch it was like lightning through my body the build up of arousal had grown so strong in the past few minutes that barely touching myself was almost enough to bring me to the edge. I quickly thrust two fingers into my pussy and began roughly fucking myself my pussy well lubricated from all the past anal stimulation and my current situation. The guard was the first to notice my actions, “hey get a load of this slut shes getting off on this.” He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The piss hit my chest splattering it’s dark almost brown golden liquid across my breasts, he aimed the stream up to my face trying to get it in my mouth and eyes, as I squirmed trying to avoid it but not daring to try and stand after he had hit me earlier.. “What a fucking slut,” replied the cashier girl finishing her piss on the dress and Fucking getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to lean my face into the guard's piss. At this point I couldn't take it, my fingers working my dripping cunt like never before, the rhythm and pace building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my body to become stiff and shake as waves of pleasure assaulted me. I felt like some sort of animal on show for these people humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to play with and ruin. Iit was so much that I almost started crying again. Yet there was something so arousing in pleasuring myself while being treated like their toy, that I couldn't help but lavish in the moment, even if my treatment was closer to that of a toilet. “Open up bitch,” she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. I couldn't help but cry out in pain at the rough treatment, and as I did, the dark piss landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my throat. The taste of it was so stale and sour that it alone would of been enough to make me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the foul taste permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted nothing like my own and the foulness of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my orgasm combining with the pain of the girl pulling my hair and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black… A few seconds later I awoke the masturbation taste of the guards gay stale piss still on my tongue, and my breath still short as I struggled to pull myself together. The guard was zipping up his pants as the cashier leered over me. “Put your clothes on slut, the cops will be here in any minute.” Said the guard kicking the soaking wet dress in my direction. “Won’t they ask why she's so wet?” asked the cashier. “We will just tell them we found he like this, who are they going to believe the us the respectable employees of this shopping center, or the infamous pee bandit, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss.” The guard replied with a devious grin. With that the left the room, locking me in the room and turning off the light, leaving me in near complete darkness to fumble with my dress. My dress that was now soaked to the core with their now cold urine. It was somewhat difficult to figure out which side of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the cold wetness of it made me shiver, the smell of the stale, sour piss from the guard overpowering the less potent contribution of the cashier girl. Wearing the dress was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the taste of the guards urine had almost made me throw up, the foul scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the dress drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most satisfying and arousing things I had ever done. Each movement I made resulting in a different part of my body being hugged by the filthy garment, each amateur shift leaving wet patches on the floor and soaking me to my core with the golden stinking liquid I had spent so much time spraying over walls and floors of stores. Part of me was horrified at my situation but the rest of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my lowest point yet, the filth and humiliation I felt only fueled my desire for more. She had no idea but there was no sign of a strap-on. Part of it noted her great love for me but that she needed to pursue something more. Then there is Frieda! Ada’s eyes were rolling in her anal head and he thought she might pass out if it went on like that much longer. However, they didn’t notice their youngest son jumping off and running towards the goblin mistress. So now that the guys are over amateur 30, secure gay in their manhood, and financially stable, they want a shot at those teenage girls again. I call masturbation them Tex/Mex,” laughed Cliff. She turns around and gets on her knees eye level with my cumming dick. That alone Fucking was enough to send the blood rushing back to my deflating tool. My balls grew tighter and tighter. “Fuck yes,” Chloe grunted. I turned my head back and Mia and I looked at each other disgusted. “I have a better idea.