MY BOYFRIEND PAID ME $1,000 TO PISS ON ME [mf] [piss] [throat fuck] [squirt] [mast] [facial]

My boyfriend has always wanted to piss on me, but I am just not about it. Every few weeks or so, he brings it up again. Or, he’ll drop some subtle hints that he’s been chugging water all day and hasn’t gotten to use the bathroom. I know it’s his fantasy. I just could never bring myself to be a human toilet for him.

One time, I walked in from the gym to find him jerking off on the couch to piss porn. Anyone else might be jealous or horrified, but I was relieved (get it?) that he was watching porn and not meeting strangers.

I wanted to be a little piss slut for him. I just couldn’t get into it. And believe me. I tried. I watched him piss. I even pissed on myself in the shower a few times. (I never told him.) Sometimes, I’d piss into the palm of my hand and then taste a little of it. Just to see. And I just thought: Sitting in the tub, on my knees, under my boyfriend as he soaked my tits in piss was just … I donno. I just couldn’t.

I guess he boiled over though, because one night, he just couldn’t.

“I know I bring this up a lot,” he said. “But I love you and I want to try this and I donno what to say. But it’s really frustrating, I’m not trying to turn this into a *I do these things, why don’t you* kind of thing but like … It really turns me on when you ask to do something specific, even if it’s not my thing, because I know you’ll love it. So … why can’t you do that for me? Do I have to like, pay you or something?”

I must have reacted visibly because he was like, “Oh shit, sorry should I not have … said that?”

But I donno. Something about being paid made my panties soak.

“You’d pay me?” I asked, half amused.

“I mean … wait … would you?”

“If you paid me, I mean … how much?”

” … I … I donno,” he said. “How much do you … want?”

“Pay me $1,000 and you’ve got a deal.”

“Really?” He said, leaping from the couch. “$1,000 and you’ll let me piss on you?”

Suddenly, I was disappointed I didn’t ask for more.

“I mean … I guess,” I said.

“Okay, here are the rules. If I’m going to pay an entire thousand bucks for this, you are going to do it exactly the way I want, okay?”

“How do you … want it?”

“The way I’ve envisioned it for years. I imagine this is gonna be a once and done sorta thing, right? So it has to be perfect. Absolute fantasy level perfect.”

“Okay,” I said. “Tell me.”

He fidgeted nervously.

“I’d rather just … show you?”

“Like … right now?” I said.

He eyed his empty water bottle and shrugged innocently.

I couldn’t really explain it. Being treated like a call girl, from my own boyfriend, should have been an insult. But I had never been so turned on in my entire life. I hesitated.

“Show me the money.”

He yanked out his cell phone faster than he ever has before and within a few seconds, my phone buzzed. It was an alert from Venmo. I’d just been paid $1,000.

My eyes grew wide. He wasn’t kidding. I was for sure he’d back out or say he was really kidding, or I’d get some usual boyfriend lecture about finances and how he already contributes to the rent and that’s really what he meant. But he didn’t.

Before I knew in, my fingers had slid under my light blue leggings. He could see the damp spot in the center of my crotch. I was touching myself as I watched his cock harden under his jeans.

“Do it,” he whispered. “Let me watch.”

With my hand down my pants, I rubbed my clit and occasionally slid my fingers inside of myself, moaning. Arching. He leaned forward and took my t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor. I have B cup tits. Perky. Small. Perfect. My nipples were rock hard. I twisted my left nipple between my fingers as I masturbated. He watched, his cock bouncing up and down in his jeans.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he whispered.

I kept rubbing, moaning. Twisting my nipples, occasionally licking my fingers clean. The wet spot in the center of my leggings expanded. I was trembling. Moaning. I couldn’t. I was so close. I was — I was about to cum.

“God fuck I’m gonna cumm!!!” I howled.

I arched back and gushed, completely soaking my light blue leggings with squirt. He stood and ripped his pants off and crawled on top of me, pushing his throbbing cock into my mouth.

“GUH! GUH! GUH!”

He throated me, deep. Saliva ran down my chin and onto my tits. He pumped. Hard and fast. He showed no mercy.

“Take it!” He grunted as he pressed his pelvis against my nose. His entire cock was down my throat. When he pulled out, a torrent of saliva flowed out, soaking me.

I giggled.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he stepped off the couch and dragged me onto the floor.

“Crawl,” he barked.

On my hands and knees, in my squirt soaked leggings, I began to crawl.

“Stop,” he whispered.

He pulled my leggings down, exposing my ass.

“Now crawl,” he whispered.

I crawled. I knew where he wanted me to go. I headed towards the bathroom. He followed me. I reached up and opened the shower door and looked back at him.

“Like this, daddy?” I asked.

He nodded. I crawled into the shower and awaited further instruction. He walked into the shower and stood over me.

“On your knees,” he barked.

His cock was still slathered in saliva. He plugged the drain.

I got onto my knees and looked up at him.

“Please, daddy?”

“Please, daddy what?” He asked.

“Make me a human toilet?”

He nodded and took his cock hard in his hand and aimed.

I braced, having never been pissed on. Where was he going to do it? Face? Mouth? Hair? Tits? I was nervous. Clearly, he was, too. He smirked.

I chewed my bottom lip.

“Would it help if I went, too?”

He nodded.

I closed my eyes and focused and soon, I was pissing all over myself, drenching my light blue leggings in my own piss.

“Stop,” he said.

I held the rest for later.

Suddenly, his piss shot all over my tits. It was crystal clear. Warm.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered.

I did as instructed. Soon, I could feel his warm stream all over my face and hair. I slicked my hair back in his piss. Bathing in it.

“Do you like that, daddy?”

He nodded as his warm stream continued to soak me. I decided you’re only young once. I opened my mouth and felt his warm piss fill me up.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He stopped pissing and looked at me. I know he was thinking, “Will she do it?” I winked at him and gulped, swallowing a mouth full of his piss.

His eyes fell out of his skull. He leaned down and kissed me right on the lips. Deep.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Ready for more?”

“Yes, daddy,” I whispered.

He aimed for my mouth and emptied himself. I drank, gulping it down greedily. I rubbed my cunt while he kept pissing. I’d never been so turned on in my entire life. There was a nice collection of piss in the shower. Mine and his.

He finished pissing. I was dripping. Soaked. Drenched. He grabbed my hair and pushed me down to the tub.

“Slurp, whore.”

I slurped up our piss and drank it.

“Turn around,” he commanded. I did as instructed. He got on his knees behind me and put his cock inside of my pussy.

I moaned. He pressed my face into the piss puddle. I blew bubbles in it, slurped it up, gargled it and spat it back into the tub so I could keep playing with it.

He pumped his cock in my cunt. Fast. Hard.

“Finger my asshole, baby!”

He spat on my hole and eased a finger inside. I could feel his finger inside of me. I could feel his cock inside of me. I was moaning. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit.

“God you feel so good,” he grunted.

He pushed his finger all the way inside of my asshole. I could feel him stretching it open. Gaping it.

“Yes, baby. Slowly.”

My pussy was so creamy. So wet. He kept pumping. In and out. Deep. Slow. Making every second count.

“I want your sperm, baby.”

“Where?” He asked.

“Mmm,” I whispered. “Face.”

He pulled his cock from my cunt. I spun around in our piss puddle and rubbed my clit while he stepped closer to me and stroked.

“Let me taste?” I asked.

He pushed his cock in my mouth and throated me. I gagged and drooled and spat up all over my tits. He pushed, grunting. My face was a mess with piss and saliva. I didn’t care. I wanted it all. I wanted to be a messy slut for him.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” He grunted.

“Do it, baby! Drench your little piss slut in sperm!”

He grunted and stroked and stepped closer, draining his balls all over me. Thick white sperm sprayed all over my face. Rope after rope landed. One. Two. Three. Four. They were all thick. Heavy. I could feel his cum drip down my face, slowly dangling from my chin. I licked my lips, tasting whatever I could as I rubbed my clit.

“I’m cumminnngggg babyyyy,” I moaned as I rubbed my clit and came.

He stepped back and looked at me. I was dripping in spit, piss, and cum.

“Wow,” he said, laughing.

“Wow,” I said, giggling. “I actually … really liked that.”

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