Who doesn’t love a good party? I love to party, and I haven’t had the chance much over the past months to get out and really enjoy myself. That’s all going to change in the new year, so what better time than New Year’s Eve to really let go and enjoy being a big clit slut and prepare myself for the big fun year ahead!

To begin, early in the evening at this party, I enjoy sharing some of the basics that I love so much about being a slut. Starting with my outfit, I chose a dress that was small enough to show everything if I wanted to, of course wearing no panties, and just a simple pair of 15 denier Italian stay-up stockings. I really enjoyed how most of the evening my stocking-tops were clearly visible for everyone looking, and was very excited to show a bit more for a few lucky guys and girls who I thought would like a little peek.

As the were flowing, I steadily built up more arousal enjoying the party and being a teasing slut. The constant throbbing of my big clit, hard and swollen moving around between my soaking pussy lips as I danced and teased kept my mind thinking about how far I’ve come in my slut journey. After a while enjoying all the and my intense state of arousal, my thoughts turned to pissing, and how badly I needed to relieve the pressure building up in my bladder. Looking around at all the gorgeous dressed-up for the party, my dirty mind filled with images of them using the toilettes, too. Lighting a cigarette, I sat back and observed the girls as they danced, and enjoyed themselves.

I finished another and then another, as I watched the girls. My own desperation to piss becoming very urgent, my thoughts quickly turned to what these little sluts had underneath their dresses. Would they have panties? Pantyhose, or stay-ups? What would their pussies look like while they pissed? Were they as desperate as I was to pee? Watching them, I came up with my own answers to my perverted questions as I squeezed my thighs together.

After a few more with no relief, I was both desperate to piss and emboldened by the now openly and lustfully staring at these hot girls as they partied. My legs spread further apart almost of their own volition, my bare cunt and massively overgrown clitoris fully exposed to the open air of the party. Certainly my stocking-tops were visible to everyone at this point, but I wondered, would anyone look up my skirt?

Shaking with desperation, my bladder interrupted my thoughts before I had a chance to answer the question. The need to piss was too urgent to ignore, I felt a small amount of hot liquid slip from my swollen cunt. Piss or arousal grool, I didn’t have the capacity to think about it. I got up carefully as I made my way in the direction of the girls toilettes. Down a flight of stairs, I hit record on the camera as I began my descent. Each step causing a jolt to my desperately full bladder, my high heels pounding against the marble, every click like another sharp slap to my overflowing reservoir.

As I made my way to an empty stall, I found immediate relief standing before the toilet. Not even bothering to sit, I unleashed a torrent of my hot piss all over the bowl far below. The immediate sense of relief I felt was quickly overcome by the familiar throbbing of hyper-sexual arousal. Hearing the girls just outside the door was all it took to send my mind racing back to the perverted thoughts I had just before getting up to piss. Now, as I stood in the girls toilette, dripping piss and arousal all over the floor, my thoughts turned to the next girl who would use this stall. Would she not notice and sit in my pissy mess? Would she jump up, and clean my piss before unleashing her own hot stream of pee... or would she be too desperate to stop herself, sitting and soaking in my piss as she released herself, unable to do anything but accept my unwelcome fluids as they coated her intimate places.

Before I had long to consider the details, cute voices filled the room, followed by a sharp knock at the door. I called out, “wait” as I quickly made up my mind to leave the mess and observe my target from the hall.

I left the stall quickly, pausing to watch her enter behind me. I recognized her from before. Brunette, maybe 20, beautiful, thin, in an evening dress slightly longer than my own, and with extremely long legs covered in fine stockings or pantyhose, ending in moderately high heels. I made eye contact and smiled, brushing against her small frame and inhaling her lovely perfume. As she locked herself into the stall, I to made sure to linger just close enough to hear her. Was she rushing? Pulling her dress up, fumbling with her undergarments? Whatever happened, she wasn’t revealing, but I could care less. In my mind I had put my piss upon a hot, and I needed to do it again.

Public Restroom Big Clit Messy Standing Pee (ES170C)

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