He (m27) didn’t share my (f24) fetish, but that night he did absolutely everything to make sure my fantasies came true.
I knew it would be a wild night. We had prepared. I had been downing water for the last few hours, and I told him to come with a full bladder.
Just after 8 p.m, I greeted him at my door. He was wearing these sexy jeans that hugged his ass in all the right places.
I was wearing a spaghetti strap tank, with no bra. My hard nipples poked though in a very obvious way. My grey leggings hugged my ass.
I led him into my makeshift playroom, waterproof mats layed out on the floor. I told him to drink up and he obeyed. He slipped out of his tee, and I helped him out of his jeans to reveal a sexy pair of grey leggings.
I already had to pee. My tiny bladder was bursting. Him, not so much. I kept fetching him more water.
We lay there making out. But my bladder had had enough and I slowly released just a bit though my grey leggings. Onto his thick hard dick.
His grey leggings were now soaked with my piss. And he wanted me out of my leggings, to get a better view of my now glistening pussy. He stripped me out of my tank and leggings and I stood there over him. He lay underneath me, staring up at my pussy, when suddenly, I let out another torrent of pee onto his abdomen.
He didn’t have to go yet, so I grabbed him more water. It was going to be a long long night.
He started playing with my clit. I had always been a squirter, but what happened next shocked us both. After less than a minute, I was writhing from excitement and suddenly a jet of squirt and piss fountained out of me, drenching his leggings and the towel beneath us.
He kept going. Making circles with his fingers on my clit, and thrusting 2 fingers inside it happened again. I still have no idea of it was piss or cum but it just kept squirting out of me, and he was relentless.
I told him to stand up and started sucking his hard cock, as he played with my tits (32c). I told him he couldn’t cum, until he had an accident.
Soon he was starting to get desperate. I was sucking him but he kept trying to kiss me. Each time he distracted me with a kiss, I would punish him by pissing on his cock.
I told him to stand up, and he did. He began writing in pain and I told him to fucking hold it in. He begged me to release but I was relentless.
A few more times (I lost count) he used his fingers on me, each time leading me to orgasm.
I put his leggings up and stood across from him, watching him struggle, dance, squeeze his legs, anything to stop himself from pissing. I pushed on his bladder to tease him. He did another dance. He begged me for release. And soon a wet spot started forming in the grey leggings as a jet of pee exploded from the thin fabric.
I told him to stop. And I lay beneath him. He started again, peeing through his leggings, but this time landing perfectly on my body.
When he stopped again, I stripped him out of his clothes completely. As I lay down he perfectly aimed his jet of pee all over my clit, brining me to orgasm with the sheer force of it.
A few seconds later he had to pee again. He stood from far away and aimed it all over my body as I shook with pleasure. He aimed for my vulva, my clit, my tits, my abs. The force of the splash bounced up on to my face and I even got a small taste.
When he was done we continued playing. He kept making me come. His fingers kept doing wonderous things with my pussy. And my juices kept drenching him and the towels beneath.
Then he had to piss again. This stream lasted at least 2 minutes and I lay there being drenched with his nectar.
This pattern went on for another 2 hours or so. He’d finger me. I’d cum. I’d tease him. He’d piss. Sometimes I made him wet his leggings. Sometimes I made him strip and drench me.
Finally it was time to clean up. But as we jumped on the shower again, he informed me that he still had to go.
Now in the shower, I let him aim directly onto my throbbing clit. And again I came. The sight and feeling of his forceful steam coming out of his huge hard cock shook me to the core.
Then he took the shower head and shot the stream onto my clit. I swear this was the 30th time I came. I lost count. I really did.
All cleaned up, we lay cuddling. But once again he informed me he had to pee. So I held his hard cock as he stood over the toilet aiming his perfect stream for a full 2 minutes.
We went back to bed but again he had to pee. This time I sat on the toilet. He kneeled in front of me as he aimed his stream onto my clit, and again I came my cum now mixing into the stream of his piss.
That night he peed endlessly, well over 15 minutes cumulatively. And neither of us know if I came 30 or 50 times. He was so into pleasuring me, that he only came once hours after we finished.
Ideas on how I can pay him back ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/je5bsj/he_m27_didnt_share_my_f24_fetish_but_that_night
So incredibly sexy
Thats hot !