It took almost two weeks for Dylan and Maryann to dive back into the deep end of perversion. Not from Dylan wanting more, but from Maryann craving it.
Despite her original assumption that Dylan’s birthday bath was only going to be a onetime thing, and that her pulse-pounding orgasm over it was simply a spur of the moment surprise, she’d been unable to stop thinking about — and masturbating frantically to — the memory of that night. Of her boyfriend hosing her tits and pussy down with his piss. Of her usually shy and reserved beau using her body like a grubby parkside restroom.
It started two days after, with a quiver while she was peeing. A quiver that turned into a full-fledged finger-fuck minutes later, her mind imagining the falling water from the shower as something else, something hotter and more aromatic. Then she thought about it the next time they had sex, the same cock that splattered her with its waste pounding at her cunt and making her moan and writhe in equal pleasure. It plagued her thoughts. Fueled her climaxes. She replayed that night again and again, remembering the heat of the liquid on her skin, how it flowed down the valley between her heavy breasts, and the utter degradation, humiliation, and bliss it brought her.
In the days that followed, she kept expecting — hoping — that Dylan would bring it back up. Every time they fooled around her stomach would flutter in anticipation of him asking her to do it again. Whenever he got up to go the bathroom, acceptance hovered on the tip of her tongue in case he stopped, turned back around, and asked her to join him. However, he never did, and the longer time went on, the more the memory turned to a fantasy that flooded Maryann’s mind. That saturated her libido with filth.
In the shower, working at her pussy and clit, she imagined herself back in the same spot, kneeling before Dylan. Everything proceeded just like it did last time, except when he paused, instead of lowering his stream toward her pussy, he raised it up… toward her face. In those moments, when she dreamed of his hot piss pelting her face, drenching her pretty features in urine, she exploded in orgasm, back against the shower wall, mouth open in gasping, panting need. She wanted him to use her like that, to make her feel thoroughly degraded and defiled. Her boyfriend using her face like a urinal became her own biggest desire, her own greatest sexual want in the world. She longed for it. And if he wasn’t going to make the move on his own, she would.
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Maryann gasped, her body squirming on the cushions as Dylan licked at her ear and worked at her breast. A reinforced red bra covered her large mammaries and hefted them up like an offering to her boyfriend’s hands. She had worn the enhanced underwear with the expressed intent of turning him on and showing off her ample attributes. It had worked, his eyes having darted toward them all throughout the day, and now they were reclined on the couch, her floral dress already off and tossed aside; his shirt gone, lost somewhere behind the sofa. He still wore his tented jeans and the hard cock underneath pressed into her supple thigh.
“Mmmm!” She shoved her breasts toward him as his licks left a wet trail from her neck down to her chest. Her mind raced with eagerness. The multitude of cocktails she had requested during the course of the night lubricated her tongue, making her more willing to say the words that had been bubbling in her throat over the last few days. “That feels so good, baby.”
He reached behind her and unsnapped her bra with a flick of his fingers. He’d gotten quite experienced at it. Most of her boyfriends tended to, which wasn’t a surprise considering her greatest assets waited behind the material. The garment dropped from her shoulders and Dylan threw it aside, lowering his mouth to her light brown nipples. While he sucked at the hard peaks, she dropped her hands to his pants, unzipping him and snaking his thick cock out of his underwear. She gave him a few slow strokes, working her hand up and down his long shaft.
“Why don’t,” he said, releasing her right nipple and moving over to her left, “we take this,” he slid his hand down her ribs, across her soft stomach and into her panties, “to the bedroom.”
Maryann spread her legs and grinned, not just from the pleasure of her boyfriend’s fingers sinking into her pussy but because of the perfect opening he had just given her to unleash the fantasies that had been building up in her mind. She pumped at his dick faster, jerking him off and making him groan. He returned the favor in kind, adding a second finger to her pussy and matching her pace.
“Or,” she said, shifting her body and planting a kiss on his lips. The movement caused his fingers to slip out of her but she continued to jack his cock as she sat up in front of him. “We could maybe,” she sank down, kissing his chest between words, trailing lower and lower, down to his abs. Her lips touched the base of his shaft, and then moved upward. “Take this somewhere else.”
Once she reached his tip, she closed her lips around him, and pushed down, sucking him into her warm, wet mouth. He moaned in response, his hand dropping to her head and following her movements. Like that night, she was leading him on, toying with him, guiding him to the brink but keeping him from the edge. Except instead of wanting to draw something out of him, she wanted to pull him in futher, deeper down to her level.
“What…” he looked down at her and Maryann gazed back up at him with those deep golden-brown eyes. She knew how much he loved watching her in this sort of position, with his dick in her mouth. She had a cute face. Not hot but cute. A bit girl next door. But that made her lips sliding up and down a fat cock a so much more appealing image. “What do you mean?”
“Somewhere like the bathroom.” She smized at him, licking her way from his cockslit down to his balls and back up again. “Where you can take this nice thick hose and drench me in all that urine that I’m sure is just bursting to come out.”
That was the second reason for all the cocktails.
“Seriously? Ar-are you sure?”
“Uh-huh. Except this time…” Nuzzling his crown, she swirled her tongue around his cockhead and then pulled up, her hot breath on his tip. “…I want you to piss on my face.”
Dylan’s eyes went wide.
She plunged deeper, taking him all the way into her throat and then ever so slowly dragging back up his length until she released him with a pop. Standing up, she slipped her panties off, revealing her wet lower lips, and turned and sauntered toward their bathroom. She added an extra swing to her wide hips, her plump behind drawing her boyfriend’s stare and enticing him along like a snake charmer’s song.
Dylan leapt up and shucked his pants and underwear off his legs, stumbling but catching himself as he sped after her. He found her waiting in front of the shower, a sly smile on her lips. Reaching her hand out, she beckoned him toward her and he moved forward one unbelieving step at a time. His astonished eyes danced across her body — taking in her curves, her bush, her glistening lips and heavy tits — before landing on her face.
Her grin grew wider.
Maryann gave her boyfriend a tender kiss and took hold of his cock with the same gentleness. She backed into the shower, leading him along with his dick, and resumed the position of her dreams: in the shower stall, down on her knees in front of him, legs spread and sitting on her haunches.
“Bathe me in your piss.”
This time, Dylan didn’t have any trouble starting.
Maryann squealed in pleasure, a strong, powerful blast of piss bursting out of her boyfriend’s cock and hammering into her chest. Droplets of waste ricocheted off her skin, his stream coming out at full force from all the alcohol. He guided his spray across her tits, letting the hot liquid run over them, giving them a nice filthy rinse that made her shiver with delight. The feel and smell brought her right back to that first time, and she wallowed in the perversity of her body serving the same purpose as a cheap gas station restroom once more.
However, it wasn’t just her body she wanted treated this way.
Her lust-drunk eyes turned up to Dylan and they told him exactly what she needed, what she desired. How much she longed for him to use her pretty face like his personal pee pot. A place for him to piss on after a night of too much drinking that he didn’t even think twice about. Her innocent features nothing better than an alleyway gutter.
His stream shifted upward, and a low moan rumbled through her throat.
She ran her fingers into the crown of her auburn locks to push her hair out of the way and closed her eyes.
Hot, yellow waste rained onto her face and Maryann exploded in climax. She moaned and shook, her pussy convulsing at the fantasy she’d been masturbating to, dreaming about for over a week, coming to life. Dylan’s piss washed over her eyebrows, her nose, her cheeks, her shut eyes and lips. Hot against her skin, invading her scenes, and making her feel so degraded and defiled. It was so kinky, so dirty. Her boyfriend using her like this. Like she wasn’t a person but a place for waste. Her orgasm continued to rip through her as he dragged his stream all across her face over and over, saturating her in urine.
Coming down from her high, she released her hair and hung her head, needing to catch her breath. Dylan didn’t miss a beat, continuing to unload onto her bowed head, his stream seemingly unending from how much he drank. A long whine escaped her lips. She didn’t think it could get any better but the sensation of his piss soaking into her hair, drenching her well-kept copper waves in pee sent her heart racing again. She cracked open her eyes, watching as rivers of piss ran from her nose, her lips, her chin. Then, through tendrils of dark, wet hair, her eyes caught something: their toilet. Sitting there unused. Her face, body, and hair taking its place.
“FfuuuccCCCKkkKKK!”
She came again, tossing her head back and releasing a cry of ecstasy just as Dylan’s stream ended. She howled and quaked, ahs of pleasure on repeat, her second orgasm even more powerful than the first — and causing her own bladder to release. Piss gushed from between her legs, splattering onto the shower floor and flowing directly down the drain underneath her. The thought sent her mind into a spiral. She was pissing down the drain, but she had allowed, begged for, her boyfriend to use her in the same way. She was just like that drain. That’s all she was in that moment. A drainage pipe for piss.
Maryann kept pissing and cumming, almost sobbing from the intensity of it all. What started as her boyfriend’s birthday fantasy had grown into something more. A burning desire within herself to have her sweet, reserved boyfriend treat her like trash. With one last passionate sigh, she finished, both empty and fulfilled at the same time. Hands on her thighs, breasts heaving, she refocused her gaze and saw Dylan still standing before her, his cock now stiff as steel.
“Fuck me.”
Dylan grabbed her under the arms and yanked her to her feet. He spun her around and bent her forward. In one single shove, his dick pierced past her folds and sheathed itself inside of her. They both grunted in pleasure from the animalistic penetration.
“Unngh! Yes… fuck me! Fuck your filthy piss mop!”
Maryann’s hands found the tiled wall of the shower, helping her keep her balance. Her hair hung in rivulets around her face, bouncing in tandem with her tits as Dylan fucked her from behind in wild, frantic thrusts. Wet slaps echoed through the bathroom, his hips slamming into her curvy ass in rapid succession. He was so hard, harder than he’d ever been in his life so far, and his cock easily slid in and out of his girlfriend’s slick pussy, drenched from a combination of their piss and her juices.
“God, that was so… hot!” he gasped. “I can’t believe you let me do that.”
“Ah! Pull-pull my hair. My wet, piss-soaked hair,” she growled, yelping when he did as she asked and yanked her head back by her wet locks. “Unnf! You can do it whenever-whenever you want. AH!” His grip tightened and he fucked into her harder. “Anytime. I want you to, oh god, use me as your piss slut. Your little piss bitch!”
“I can just… piss on you when I want?” Dylan’s voice may have seemed reluctant, but his thrusts were anything but. He jackhammered his cock into her, the hard impacts causing drops of piss to fly off her swinging tits and body.
“Fuck yes! Make me your piss bucket!” She felt delirious, crazed. She could feel another climax rushing toward her. She lost all sense of time, her surroundings, sanity. “Make me shower in it. Make me wash my face in it.” Dylan’s hips moved at a near blur, drilling into her, his eruption eminent… as was hers. “Make me… make me… make me drruNNnghHHGHH!”
After her third orgasm hit, Maryann couldn’t remember anything else that night.
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