Thank You for the Meal, Master
Song Jiwon knelt on the floor, cradling Min-gyu’s cock with both hands. The tip hovered right before her eyes, glistening with a bead of precum. She brought her lips close and whispered inwardly.
‘Ah… what am I even doing right now?’
The head brushed just above her eyebrows. She swallowed hard, tilting her head a fraction higher until her cheek pressed against the shaft.
‘This is what I wanted. I saw it on those sites. Golden shower…’
A man pissing on a woman while they showered together. The woman taking it on her face, in her mouth. ‘It looked so filthy… I watched those clips over and over.’
Back then she never imagined she would actually have a cock in her mouth like this. Her breath caught; her heart pounded violently against her ribs.
‘I’ve never even fantasized about something like this… never thought it was my kind of thing. But now… I want it so badly.’
She parted her lips slightly. The tip touched them. A salty, musky scent flooded her nose.
‘It’s Master’s, so I have to take it. Even this filthy, shameful thing… only I get to receive it.’
Blushing, she let the very tip of her tongue slip out and gave a cautious lick beneath the head.
‘I can’t stop now. I might never get permission again.’
Her tongue traced the ridge slowly. ‘I can do this too. In front of Master, I can do anything… truly anything.’
She nudged the head with her lips, then licked the tip again, her mouth trembling. ‘Please cum now. Right here… just like this.’
Saliva dripped from her slightly open mouth onto her chin. Song Jiwon kept licking, waiting in silence for the urine to flow.
Min-gyu fought to stay calm. But the sight of Song Jiwon looking up at him, tongue working carefully over his cock while she held it with both hands, was too much. Her eyes met his. She opened her mouth, pressed her lips to the head, and silently begged him to piss.
She looked beautiful. Sometimes a proud cat, sometimes a tail-wagging puppy—her face changed like a chameleon. The same Song Jiwon every male student in school idolized. And now she was asking him to piss on that face.
The realization sent a sharp jolt through Min-gyu’s brain. Shame and hesitation vanished. This was a master’s right—the absolute, natural pleasure of defiling her.
He met her gaze and spoke quietly. “I’m going to spray it on your face first.”
Song Jiwon’s lips trembled. Still holding the head in her mouth, she lifted her chin a little higher, her tongue gently stroking the underside.
Min-gyu drew a breath and lowered his voice. “After that… I’ll piss in your mouth. You’re going to be my urinal.”
Her eyes widened. She pulled the head out just enough to lick beneath his balls, a wet sound escaping her lips. Then she took one testicle into her mouth, sucking carefully.
Min-gyu asked one last question. “My piss… in your mouth. What are you going to do with it?”
Song Jiwon released him and looked up, eyes huge, the head resting against her tongue again. With a trembling voice she answered, “I’ll… I’ll swallow it…! I can do it. It’s my first time, but…!”
She gave the head a quick suck, tongue swirling. Emotion flooded her gaze—flustered, excited, nervous, and a touch of resolve. All of it poured into the way her lips and tongue kept working over him.
Min-gyu exhaled slowly and took his cock in hand. Looking down at her, he spoke roughly. “Lift your head, toilet bitch.”
Her eyes flickered. She carefully released him, tilted her chin up, and closed her eyes, lips parted. Clear saliva stretched in a thin strand from her mouth. She waited in silence.
Min-gyu tapped her cheek and lips with the head—soft, rhythmic taps. Then he began to piss.
A thin yellow stream struck her forehead. “Hnn…!” She flinched, brows knitting, but quickly smoothed her expression and curved her lips into a tiny smile. ‘I have to smile… I have to look happy receiving Master’s piss.’
She gripped his thighs and tilted her head, offering her face. Hot urine ran down her forehead and the bridge of her nose. The smell was stronger, more real than anything she had seen in videos. The stream grew thicker. Min-gyu aimed it across her cheeks, eyelids, jaw. Droplets clung to her lashes. The liquid slid down her neck and between her breasts, soaking her nipples, pooling in her cleavage, then running lower.
When the flow finally slowed, he pressed the head to her forehead again. “Open your urinal mouth.”
Song Jiwon tilted her head back, throat exposed, and opened wide. “I’m ready. The bitch’s urinal mouth… please use it as much as you want… fill it up…!”
Min-gyu aimed and released a strong golden stream straight into her mouth. The hot liquid hit her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She tried to swallow, throat working with soft gulps, but some spilled from the corners of her lips and ran down her chest. She kept swallowing, eyes watering, until the stream weakened. Then she took the head deep, sucking hard while squeezing his balls to milk out every last drop.
When nothing more came, she licked the tip clean and swallowed the final traces. “Thank you for the meal… Master. Thank you so much.”
She smiled faintly, eyes shining. “Next time… I won’t spill a single drop. I’ll be a prettier, perfect urinal for you…”
Min-gyu said nothing. He simply handed her the shower head. “Keep washing.”
She nodded, rinsed his body first, then her own. They finished in silence, dried off, and moved to the bed. Min-gyu lay down and patted the space beside him. Song Jiwon slipped under the blanket and curled against him, her naked body warm against his.
“That felt incredible,” he murmured. “How many people get to piss on a face as beautiful as yours?”
She pressed her cheek to his chest. “Only you… Master. Only you, now and forever.”
He held her tighter. She listened to his heartbeat and whispered, “I’m so happy… just being allowed to stay by your side like this.”
Min-gyu answered with nothing but the steady strength of his arms. Outside, night slowly settled over the ceiling as the two of them drifted together in the quiet afterglow.
Service cut — a practice shot of Song Jiwon’s leggings from behind, made for a future running or exercise scene.