Pee Girl [mf] [ws] [pee] [oral]

I wanted to watch her pee, but she was hesitant to explore my fetish. Regardless, my urge intensified over the months. Initially, she didn’t know that I would stand by the bathroom door and listen to her stream blast out of her tight, bald cunt.

After a night of too many martinis, I confessed that I had an urge to watch her use the bathroom. She frowned. She was already pretty plain in the bedroom, the unadventurous type. Sex was almost always missionary position, unless I prevailed upon her to take it from behind. But that always came with one strict rule: “DON’T finger my ass!”

You’d wonder why I stayed with a woman who didn’t share my desire for more passionate sex. I guess I stayed because I was the optimistic type. Every time we slept together, I’d hope that tonight was the night we’d spice things up. Even if we didn’t, her body was still immaculate. Tight, perfectly proportioned. Sometimes she shaved her pussy, other times she let a little bush grow out.

But kinky sex was of no interest to her.

“This can’t hurt you,” I said. “It’s not a finger in the ass. I just want to watch you pee.”

“That’s all?” She asked innocently.

“That’s all.”

“Uhh, I don’t know,” she said, shrugging. “Let me think about it.”

A month passed. One afternoon, after going to the gym, Brit and I got into the shower. We toweled off and dressed. I watched her slip on a purple g-string and turn around slowly, winking at me. We went out for drinks and dinner and then more drinks.

At the bar after dinner, after a few gin and tonics were in her system, she leaned in and said, “I peed on you.”

“What? When?” I asked.

“In the shower today. After the gym.”

I sat up and leaned in, “You did?” I asked. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I … just wanted to see what it was like without you knowing I was doing it. I had to get comfortable. See if I was okay with it.”

“And?”

She blushed and looked away.

“I sort of loved it.”

My cock grew hard in my pants and I looked down. She looked down at my crotch.

“Oooh,” she said. “I see you like that.”

“I do,” I said. “Let’s go home.”

We got into the DBS and practically flew home, stripping our clothes off and collapsing into each other, fucking harder than we’ve ever fucked. It was, in every way, the kind of sex I always wanted.

In the weeks that followed, it was as if Brit went through some sort of sexual awakening. Boxes and boxes of sex toys arrived in the mail. Butt plugs. Vibrators. Wands. Dildos. Anal beads. Lube. Even a strap on.

I came into the living room holding the strap on.

“What’s this for?”

“Eh,” she said. “Not really sure, yet. I was watching some stuff online. Either for a threeway. Or just for you. If you want.”

Now, I kept an open mind, so the thought of Brit bending me over and fucking MY ass was definitely tempting.

“Hand me that glass,” she said.

“It’s empty. Want me to refill it?” I asked as I picked the empty glass of water off the side table.

“No,” she said.

I handed her the glass and she stood up and walked into the center of the living room. My cock hardened as she spread her legs and inched her yellow sundress up higher and higher. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

She turned around slowly and bent over, revealing her asshole to me. And inserted inside of it was a pink diamond encrusted buttplug. She turned around and winked.

I bit my bottom lip in anticipation as she lowered the cup in between her legs, under her sweet, tight little cunt, and began to urinate into the cup, filling it up to the brim. I watched with anticipation as the piss overflowed and ran over her hands and dripping onto the hardwood floors. Soon, a nice puddle formed between her legs around her feet.

My cock throbbed so hard I thought I would cum in my pants without even touching myself.

“Come over here,” Brit said.

I gulped and walked towards her.

“Take your clothes off,” she urged, pulling her sundress off and dropping it into her piss puddle. The dress soaked up every drip of piss from the floor and turned a darker shade of yellow.

My heart was racing. She handed me the glass — it was filled to the brim and warm to the touch. My mouth opened in awe. Was this really happening?

Brit dropped to her knees and picked the sundress up, holding it over her breasts. She squeezed the dress and her piss dripped off of it, soaking her breasts. Her nipples got hard as she took my cock into her mouth and gave me the deepest, sloppiest blowjob ever. She gagged and made every sexy sound you could imagine while being throated.

I gripped her hair and closed my eyes.

“Feed me, daddy,” she whispered as she took the tip of my cock in her mouth. I unloaded myself into her and her eyes popped every time I shot a load of cum into her mouth until I was empty.

I looked down at her, my cock still in her mouth. She winked.

“Jesus,” I said as I pulled my cock from her mouth, which she kept open to showcase the massive load I had deposited inside of her.

“Swallow,” I said.

She gulped and smiled, licking her lips slowly.

I couldn’t contain myself.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said, eyeing the glass of piss that I’d forgotten I was even holding.

“You want me to drink it?” I asked.

“Every. Last. Drop.”

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