Author's note: Sorry for the longer wait on this one, COVID had quite the opposite effect on my life than most in that I had much less spare time rather than much more.
Once again we have an appearance and encounter with MJMurra's Sammy, so credit to that character to him. Zaaz's April, playing Sareena's roommate, is here as well for a spot of mischief. As usual, I recommend their stories if you're into that type of thing. They'll be recurring often!
As a refresher, the recurring character Lily appears in this story. She is a friend of Sareena's estranged twin sister, Adeline (who is yet to appear), and currently works with Sareena.
I hope you enjoy, as usual I love receiving comments and criticisms! Thanks for reading.
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Several months had passed since Sareena's very first incident and life was better than ever. There was something so freeing about giving in to her newfound fetish that it began improving other aspects of her life. Sareena was indulging herself several times a day; wetting the bed, pissing through her panties, and drinking her own urine from either the toilet or the source were regular occurrences. Work was more of a joy even beyond the pure sexual energy of it (though that hadn't waned in the least), owed partially to the fact that her manager, Monica, had inexplicably become a much nicer person. Most importantly, her coworker Lily had gotten word that Sareena's parents were beginning the process of forgiving her for dropping out of college.
After dropping out, Sareena had been completely cut off. Not just from her parents, but her twin sister too. Adeline couldn't risk incurring their parents' wrath, so she fell in line and ghosted her sister as well. There was an understanding, though. Sareena never once begrudged her for giving in, she was on a successful path and needed parental support to pay her tuition. They had always been so, so close, and Adeline's absence from her life left a whole in her heart in addition to lacking financial support. But she had gotten by; Lily had gotten her the job at Victoria's Secret and April, whom she'd found on Craigslist, had been kind enough to let her stay with reduced rent while she was getting back on her feet.
Lily and April, her saviors. Sareena smiled as she looked up at them from her position kneeling completely naked on the floor. Lily's dark skin contrasted beautifully with the creamy white lingerie she was wearing, her long, towering legs encased in sheer white nylon stockings. April stood next to her, noticeably smaller in stature, clad in similar lingerie.
They smiled down at her as wet spots began to form on the crotches of their panties, then their streams pushed through and showered down on her. She dutifully opened her mouth, accepting their gifts by the mouthful as she felt it stream down her face and body. Her legs quivered as it ran between her pussy lips, but she didn't seek satisfaction. Kneeling there, she sought only to please.
After what seemed like an impossibly large quantity of piss, the two girls finally seemed to run out. Soaked to the bone with urine, Sareena finally looked down to the floor and realized she was kneeling atop a mirror; what she saw was breathtakingly beautiful. Hair wet and matted, face dripping, large tits hanging down, shiny and wet from their gift, and her happy little belly filled to the brim with piss.
"You know what to do," Lily said firmly.
And she did. Without a moment's hesitation she lowered herself to the mirror, squishing her tits against it as, with wide open eyes, she watched herself lick and suck the two girls' piss right off of her own reflection. Finally she could handle it no longer as she felt her pussy contract, eyes rolling back in her head, tongue extended, and welcomed the orgasm that was only moments away...
The lights flicked on and the bedroom door opened, stirring Sareena from her restful sleep and wonderful dream. Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of her roommate, April, dressed in a slutty little black dress, drunkenly stumbling into her room and making a beeline for her bathroom. A confused look at her clock told her it was five in the morning. Before she could gather her voice to question what the hell April was doing in her room this early, or at all for that matter, the sound of a stream of liquid splashing into the toilet broke the relative silence.
Without a moment's hesitation, the lebanese girl slipped her hand into the waistband of her panties and began playing with herself, already soaked through from her dream. Two fingers sank into her drenched hole with ease. She pressed her nose into her pillow and inhaled deeply, its fibers long since stained with the smell of her own old urine, pushing her fingers inside herself as she listened to April pissing in her toilet, into the toilet full of Sareena's piss that she'd left there just hours ago. She bit the pillow to stifle her moans, tongue running over it to get a little taste of the stale pee long since dried into it.
Turning her head a little gave her a view of one of April's spread legs, toes curled, the rest of her body obscured by the door frame. Biting hard, Sareena brought herself to orgasm just as April's stream began to die down, filling her panties with a little load of her cream. Keeping an eye on the bathroom, she sucked her fingers into her mouth, reveling in the taste and hoping beyond hope that the clearly drunk April would forget to flush.
The loud rush of water that followed shortly after dashed her hopes. April appeared in the doorway and nearly jumped out of her skin when her eyes fell on Sareena, her face slowly morphing into one of understanding as they locked eyes.
"I'm so sorry," she managed to get out, words slurring from drunkenness, blushing hard and giggling. "I thought this was my room. Oh fuck, that's so embarrassing."
The room was plunged back into darkness as April hurried out without waiting for a response, flicking the light switch on her way out the door. Sareena sighed contentedly and curled up, satisfied and light as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. Slowly she pulled her red cotton panties down over her legs and popped them into her mouth, sucking on them like a pacifier, savoring her creamy load. With almost no effort she relaxed her bladder and began pissing right there in her bed, happy to just revel in the feelings washing over her as she drifted back to sleep.
Down the hall, April smirked as she shut herself into her room. As if Sareena would be able to keep such a perverted secret from someone like her, of all people. April could recognize the faint smell of piss constantly hanging around her roommate's room and had long since noticed that the other girl rarely ever flushed after using the bathroom. Tonight's mistake had been nothing more than a fun ruse on her part, a little way of encouraging Sareena and maybe pushing her in a fun direction. In her "drunken" state, she had even left her shiny black thong completely soaked through with piss sitting on the tile floor of the bathroom. A series of shocking events in her past had led her down a distinctly perverted path in life seemingly out of nowhere, and now she reveled in the idea of pulling Sareena down it with her.
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The next morning, Sareena's nerves began to set in. After months of keeping her activities to herself, she was finally going to at least make an attempt at making a connection with someone over it. She didn't think any of her friends would understand and it took very little time on internet hook up sites to convince her that was definitely not the best way for her to meet people. Left with no options, she had begun to resign herself to a solo career.
But one day fate had intervened. While stopping by the bookstore near her work, Sareena thought she recognized a particularly cute girl working at the coffee shop. At first it was just a vague feeling, but once she was able to look past the ponytail and uniform of a white polo, unfairly tight khakis, and a nametag that read "Samantha," it struck her. The girl from the mall. The girl whose panties (at least, she continued to assume they were her's) had sent Sareena spiraling down the rabbit hole after her pathetic attempts at resisting. Seeing her brought back the titillating shame she had felt that first time she tasted a stranger's pee. Face suddenly turning crimson, she had fled the store.
