A wet pleasure (3/5)
anonymous
May 15 2010, 21:20:13 UTC
Alfred opens his eyes as the piss starts flowing from his cock. He has full control over his stream and directs it directly down into your mouth. It’s hot, so hot, and it quickly fills up your mouth. The smell of urine is strong, your nostrils widen and you take a deep sniff. It’s the smell of man and Alfred. But the taste is even better. It’s salty, slightly bitter, and with a hint of beer. Alfred has not only been drinking water, and it makes you feel giddy to know that he started drinking before the meeting even started, just to be able to please you now.
Your mouth is getting full. You have to swallow soon. But the stream isn’t going to stop, and you can’t swallow with your mouth so widely open, so you close it, making some puss hit your closed lips and spread all over your face. A drop hits your eye and your close them, groaning. Alfred laughs.
“Can’t handle it?” You gasp in return. “Get that mouth open.” You open up again willingly. The piss-stream has gotten more powerful, Alfred’s not holding back. It almost hurts at it hits the back of your throat. But it feels so good. You look up at Alfred, and your gazes lock. He’s so manly. A true world-leader, a dominant human.
Alfred spits. It hits your left brow and starts trailing down your cheek. He grins. “That’s for not drinking it all.” You feel guilt and excitement at the same time. Your mouth will soon be filled again, and you’ll have to close your lips to sink. What will be the next punishment? You try to swallow with your mouth wide open, but you can’t. You gag on the piss and have to look down to take control of your breathing. Alfred doesn’t stop pissing, instead he just covers your hair and back. Your white shirt is getting sticky, you can feel, and it makes your cock throb. You’re so hard, you need relief, so you undo your pants and pulls down your underwear to free your cock. Alfred grunts in disappointment.
“So you have time to please yourself, but not to drink?” You look up. He’s holding back the piss. “I still have some left.” He winks at you. You smile. Your soaking wet already, reeking of urine, but you want more. He slopes his head to the side. “Keep your mouth closed this time, you’ve already spilled a lot. You’ll get punished no matter what.” You want to drink, but you want to please Alfred even more, so you close your mouth while looking up at him. The stream of piss starts again, hitting your face, but it quickly trails down your neck, your chest, wet your shirt, and now, your crotch. You moan as the piss hit your hardening cock. “You can touch yourself, Arthur, come on..” Alfred’s words are sweet, and you grab your cock and start stroking yourself furiously. You’re so hard.
The flow of piss stops. You’re slightly upset by the fact that Alfred’s bladder has a limit, but then he leans down and whispers, “When you’ve come, you’ll get your punishment,” and suddenly it doesn’t really matter. It doesn’t take much to make you cum. Alfred’s looking at you so intensely, and your sitting in a pool of his piss, smelling him, tasting him, and as he sits down on the toilet and says, “Cum,” you do. You curl forward and gasp in air as you’re milking yourself, your orgasm hard and needed. You look down. It’s amazing. Alfred made you cum just by telling you to.
“Come over here.” You don’t have time to recover. Your cock is still twitching slightly sensitive as you crawl your way over to Alfred and seat yourself in front of him between his spread legs. “Suck me off.” You reach out for his cock, but he clucks his tongue and shakes his head. “Only with your mouth, Arthur. Else it is too easy to be a punishment.” You can’t help but snicker.
“You really consider this a punishment to me, Alfred?”
Your mouth is getting full. You have to swallow soon. But the stream isn’t going to stop, and you can’t swallow with your mouth so widely open, so you close it, making some puss hit your closed lips and spread all over your face. A drop hits your eye and your close them, groaning. Alfred laughs.
“Can’t handle it?” You gasp in return. “Get that mouth open.” You open up again willingly. The piss-stream has gotten more powerful, Alfred’s not holding back. It almost hurts at it hits the back of your throat. But it feels so good. You look up at Alfred, and your gazes lock. He’s so manly. A true world-leader, a dominant human.
Alfred spits. It hits your left brow and starts trailing down your cheek. He grins. “That’s for not drinking it all.” You feel guilt and excitement at the same time. Your mouth will soon be filled again, and you’ll have to close your lips to sink. What will be the next punishment?
You try to swallow with your mouth wide open, but you can’t. You gag on the piss and have to look down to take control of your breathing. Alfred doesn’t stop pissing, instead he just covers your hair and back. Your white shirt is getting sticky, you can feel, and it makes your cock throb. You’re so hard, you need relief, so you undo your pants and pulls down your underwear to free your cock. Alfred grunts in disappointment.
“So you have time to please yourself, but not to drink?” You look up. He’s holding back the piss. “I still have some left.” He winks at you. You smile. Your soaking wet already, reeking of urine, but you want more. He slopes his head to the side. “Keep your mouth closed this time, you’ve already spilled a lot. You’ll get punished no matter what.” You want to drink, but you want to please Alfred even more, so you close your mouth while looking up at him. The stream of piss starts again, hitting your face, but it quickly trails down your neck, your chest, wet your shirt, and now, your crotch. You moan as the piss hit your hardening cock. “You can touch yourself, Arthur, come on..” Alfred’s words are sweet, and you grab your cock and start stroking yourself furiously. You’re so hard.
The flow of piss stops. You’re slightly upset by the fact that Alfred’s bladder has a limit, but then he leans down and whispers, “When you’ve come, you’ll get your punishment,” and suddenly it doesn’t really matter.
It doesn’t take much to make you cum. Alfred’s looking at you so intensely, and your sitting in a pool of his piss, smelling him, tasting him, and as he sits down on the toilet and says, “Cum,” you do. You curl forward and gasp in air as you’re milking yourself, your orgasm hard and needed. You look down. It’s amazing. Alfred made you cum just by telling you to.
“Come over here.” You don’t have time to recover. Your cock is still twitching slightly sensitive as you crawl your way over to Alfred and seat yourself in front of him between his spread legs. “Suck me off.” You reach out for his cock, but he clucks his tongue and shakes his head. “Only with your mouth, Arthur. Else it is too easy to be a punishment.” You can’t help but snicker.
“You really consider this a punishment to me, Alfred?”
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