Lavatrian University: The PISS Course; Part 4

[Vassal 1,222]

Note: I've had more time to myself lately so I can "find some inspiration," as it were and will have some more to come! Oh wondrous yellow muse! Writer's block is super real even without any time to indulge, but who can live alone in this economy m i rite

 

Entering the cafeteria I decided to pay a visit to the chef, Erin, and her sous-chef Emilia. During uni I had worked in the student hall cafeteria and was more than comfortable in a kitchen. In fact I found myself there in my free time. Old habits you could say. Erin kept a tight ship here at the embassy, even though it was just the two of them. The young blonde chef allowed peeing in her kitchen but as long as it was in a large metal bowl that she kept for the purpose or the numerous trash bins. She insisted that her sous-chef and any helpers expose themselves while using the round receptacle as a toilet, unless it was the closing hour. Cleanliness is ever important in a kitchen, wetting was not an option until everyone was fed.

Erin was British born and a brilliant chef. The large chested blonde only joined us after finding out about our free culture and coping with the fact that she had a tiny bladder, unfortunately not suited for the long shifts that awaited her in the professional cooking world. Loving the new freedom afforded her, Erin made sure to order the largest metal mixing bowls she could.

Emilia was a native Lavatrian and was already used to Lavatrian native kitchen culture. In Lavatria it was common for chefs to hold their bladders for as long as possible. Contrarian to common sense, it was recognized long ago the benefits to a clean kitchen. Often chefs and cooks would be allowed to where crotch-less pants so that they may freely pee into the low trash cans provided behind the line. Only the tallest were said to be good chefs and tall the brunette was, long legs accentuated by a shapely butt, where Erin excelled in the chest, Emilia did in her posterior. A complimentary combo accented by their work together as chef and sous-chef.

As the students lined up to order I stepped behind the line to wish the duo a good morning. I grinned as I spied the large metal mixing bowl, already filled with a clear yellow liquid, on the floor on Erin's side of the saute station. As if she didn't see us, Erin hopped from one foot to the other towards the metal bowl. Quickly she slid her trousers to her ankles as she leaned over the bowl, giving us a good view down the unbuttoned top of her chef coat. The students watched, jaws slacked as Erin half squatted over the metal bowl and started to relieve herself into the waiting vessel, new pee loudly mixing and bubbling with the spent contents of her earlier wee. Casually I gave my order to Erin as she emptied herself in front of us, the metal loudly resonating as the golden liquid swirled about.

As if on cue, or emboldened by the chef, Emilia stepped up to the rectangular bin that stood thigh high to the brunette and pulled her trousers and panties down to her knees, expertly positioning her pussy over the corner of the bin and released the hold on her bladder, her pussy spray pattering over doubtlessly already soaked refuse.

Kristen, Jess and Todd, not knowing what to do waited politely for the duo to finish, expertly shaking the drops off their crotches and pulling up their trousers, before they ordered. I noticed each student grabbed a large mug of coffee, and I did myself. Since it was a small group I sat down with the trio at one of the large tables. Halfway through the meal, coffee since drained and refilled by Emilia, Kristen started to fidget and I could tell the others were getting there as well.

Speaking plainly I said, “Look, if you need to go to the bathroom just go anywhere, no where is off limits here.” I could have easily demonstrated as the coffee went straight through me but I wanted the students to experiment on their own. This three seemed visibly embarrassed as their faces turned a coordinated shade of red. Not surprisingly Todd was the first to act, looking around the room like a guilty child he made his way over to the corner with the refuse bins. He must have taken a cue from the sous-chef as he turned, with his back to us. Hearing an unzipping sound he must have pulled out his cock, and it took several seconds before the tell tale drumming could be heard from the young man peeing into the garbage. It didn't take long for the sprinkling to die down and for Todd to shake his member and put it back into his pants.

Deciding it was as good a place as any Jess quickly got up, napkin in hand and replaced Todd at the bins. Deciding she couldn't imitate Emilia she stripped off her shorts and panties, leaving them around one ankle as she straddled the bin, giving us a great view of her pale bum. Reaching down with both hands Jess pulled her pussy lips apart and fired a laser stream into the bin, splashing and sputtering with Todd's recent toilet. She sighed deeply as her bladder flowed beneath her, treating us to a nice view of her clear stream shooting into the trash. As her stream slowed she spurted a few times before drying herself off with the napkin, dropping it into her cooling pool below.

This must have been too much for Kristen who was fidgeting even more now, “I don't think I'm going to make it to the bin,” she said, quickly grabbing her empty coffee mug. Quickly pushing her seat back she placed the mug on the floor and squatted over it, lifting up her skirt and pulling her knickers to the side. I could imagine what was happening opposite me, obscured by the table between us. Kristen delicately hovering her muff over the waiting mouth of the mug, her wee desperate to escape, pushing her lips to the side as it hissed loudly into the mug. Jess must have realized the mug was getting full because she quickly came over and handed hers to the red-head. A quick change of tone was noted in the stream as she started to have a pee in Jess's mug. Surprisingly she cut off the flow as she finished filling the second mug.

Ignoring that Kristen must still need to go I announced, “Great job everyone. The first step is always the hardest, now we are few to do as we place until the afternoon, remember to hydrate! It is summer after all.” I let the students clean up and leave as I finished my third cup of coffee. I smiled to myself as I watched Kristen frantically try to figure out what to do with the contents of the mug. I was pleased to see her quickly look around before dumping them into the bin Todd and Jess had used moments earlier, hoping no one would see.

By now my need was reaching the breaking point but I calmly walked over to the bins, smiling at the lake of clear yellow at the bottom, scrunched up napkins floating at the top. Placing my dishes and tray on the racks at the dish room I was greeted again by Erin and Emilia on the other side. It was now that I unzipped my trousers and produced my penis. Stepping up to the crotch high window I aimed my cock upward and fired a high arc over mine and students' dishes. Spying the mugs I purposefully started to fill one. Emilia quickly grabbed it as the pale yellow liquid was nearing halfway. If only Kristen had known Emilia drank pee! In fact it was common for staff and students to leave her warm glassfuls when they put away their dishes. She hailed from a village where drinking pee was still a daily activity. Emilia would have been more than happy to take the full mugs off of Kristen's hands. As I was still in full flow Emilia held the empty cup out and I obliged her for seconds. Checking out much I had left I pushed a few last forceful spurts out of the tip of my cock head, landing the directly into the dish room with a loud splat.

Finished with her second cup, Emilia sighed with content, “Thanks for that, Erin is too self conscious of how her's tastes, she won't give me a drink unless she's prepared. I'm glad the new semester has started, it's so tiresome to only drink your own.”

“I'm a chef! Of course I'd be worried about the taste,” Erin fired back, face flushed with embarrassment.

Putting my cock back into my pants I replied, “Don't you worry Emilia, you'll be sure to get many gifts from this class, these three may be a little shy but you should see the others, I'm sure they'll be filling glasses for you in no time.”

I joined the two in the dining room, as they made sure everything was in the correct spot. I showed them the bin that the three had used as a toilet and the pair giggled peering in. Mid conversation Erin simply squatted, pulling her trousers and knickers to her knees and noisily sprayed the carpet before her. Emilia and I grinned as we watched the chef's hot clear fluid pushed its way through the lips of her blonde, trimmed snatch. If this wasn't enough to see a chef busily peeing in the dining room of her own kitchen the sous-chef followed suit, adding her piss to the growing stain below, just as Emma and the other students entered the room.

Leaving the cafeteria I went to back to the classroom buildings to get ready for the afternoon classes. On the way over I was treated to a view of Kristen and Jess running around the side of the building. Peeking around the corner I was treated to a view of Kristen emptying the remains of her bladder at the base of the building wall. Jess, who I supposed was keeping watch instead had her eyes fixed on the red head's bare crotch.

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Fantastic.  I love your work @Vassal .

[wetwulf 3,185]

I know writer's block really well. But I am glad you're working through it. This was so hot @Vassal. I hope to see more chapters soon! I'm going to check out your other new story, as well. 

Edited December 3, 2019 by wetwulf

[nopjans 1,142]

Another first-rate story, @Vassal. Awesome work.

[PissingBlonde 886]

@Vassal Great story - will go back and read the earlier parts too. I also 'find inspiration' when I have time to myself; nearly every time I 'touch myself' (once or twice a day) I construct a long, elaborate scenario in my head... it takes me at least 30 minutes, sometimes more than an hour to orgasm because I'm over analysing every little detail, making sure I haven't used the same word too many times, wondering if my description of something would work better nearer the end etc. By the time I cum a fairly good story has often been created in my mind but then I snap back to reality as I realise how much time has passed and all the things I'm 'supposed' to be doing so don't usually get a chance to write it down!

Must get into writing or typing with one hand as I go so I can inflict some of my weird fantasies on people here at some point...