This story goes back to 2013, when I was 23 and living in a town in Louisiana. I had dabbled in BDSM for a few years at this point, but this was a totally random encounter at a Halloween party and wasn’t set up through a fetish party or website. My roommate had invited me out, I had just gotten off work that evening and had to rush to get a costume together. I had some panda hat and black and white clothing, so I just mashed it all together and threw on some not-so-great makeup for it. I had the panda hat, a white shirt with a black shrug over it, black stockings with a black skirt and some slight heels that were rather comfy with cheap black and white halloween makeup from some halloween section. I didn’t really care to be sexy or creative, I was just going to drink and be social. The party was mostly her coworkers, who all worked in the service industry, so they definitely drank too.
We get there, and apparently one of the party-goers had invited some rich brat guy that not too many people at that party exactly liked. He was well connected in the community, apparently, so I guess the politics of this town didn’t really inspire them to turn him away. He shows up, is talking with people, hugging or whatever. I was staying with my roommate and her friend outside, as I smoked cigarrettes at that time and wasn’t particularly keen on visiting much with a guy who’s reputation for being obnoxious got there before he did.
However, he’s somehow taken an interest to me, I suppose being new to town and not someone he had met. This guy wasn’t exactly a supermodel, but he was attractive and definitely had the demeanor that he could definitely sleep with a good assorment of women, likely without having to put too much effort into things.
I continue to navigate away from him, turn my attention elsewhere, and even fuck with him with large amounts of sarcasm when he does interact. Perhaps it was the sense of chase, or a new girl in town, or maybe a challenge of trying to get in the pants of as many girls as he could – whatever the motivation, he kept coming on strong to me. Frankly, it was fun denying him as I had experienced a cuckold of sorts already and that was a fun game for me to play – but nevertheless his persistence became more annoying than amusing after a while. I began toying with him more by talking about all the sexual encounters I’d had up to that point with other people and simultaneously telling him I wasn’t going to fool around with him. Do this for a couple of hours, adding alcohol, and I think he began to get overwhelmed with this new experience he likely hadn’t encountered before.
At some point of drinking and attempting to get to know me, he began to unravel with wanting me and began trying to barter/beg for a way to have me even consider sleeping with him. I decided to come up with something a bit outlandish, and after thinking for a bit I finally gave him a challenge: “I’ll consider fucking you if you let me piss in your mouth tonight, at this party, while everyone watches and someone films it.” Smugly, I sip my drink with a hand on my hips, proud of my challenge for this well-known wealthy pretty boy would never be able to live down if the video got out. Imagine it, this 20-something guy that all the elite of this town knew, his family in politics and a video of him getting leaked or passed around this city? It would be humiliating, for sure.
I wasn’t expecting him to be so short-sighted, though. His eyes went wide, and he immediately agreed with enthusiasm I hadn’t anticipated. Within moments, he was already on the ground, his eyes begging me to loom over him, going so far as to begin wiggling under my legs and asking who would film this for us. Mind you, this wasn’t even going to guarantee my fucking him, only that I would give it a consideration.
The friend of my roommate who we had been hanging with was cheering this on, as he did not like this guy in question. In fact, he kind of hated him, but because this guy was a frequent visitor at the fancy restaurant they worked at he had always had to play nice. So, the coworker whips out his phone with the quickness and is laughing the whole time. At this point, the other party goers, who were in and out, were now looming outside with us to see if this spectacle would happen. So now I, the proclaimed exhibitionist sexual deviant from my stories’ build up, was being called on my shit. Everyone was interested, my highest reaching “out there” wasn’t too much – in fact, it was welcomed with open arms. Suddenly, I was excited to put on this show, and the satisfaction of pissing in this brat’s mouth became more and more of a lusty need for me. I had built up quite a bit of piss from all the drinking, so with the brat in place and the other guy filming, I pulled my stockings down and squat over this guy’s face, who locked onto my body like he had just came out of the desert and needed my piss like it was a refreshing water straight from the tap.
I began pissing in his mouth, joking about how he wasn’t allowed to let a drop spill out, and he certainly wasn’t letting go. He didn’t hurt me, he was just latched eagerly and drank the large volume, his arms wrapped around my ankles and his eyes rolled back like he was doing some sort of drug. The whole time, people at this party are watching, some gasping, many laughing, with the guy filming laughing the loudest. This brat didn’t care, part of me wondered if he even heard them. When I finally finished, I stepped up, and this brat looked as if he was more drunk off my piss than any drink he had consumed that night. He gasped with satisfaction, licking his lips, and laid on the ground for a moment.
I pulled my stockings up and looked down at him with a smile, the crowd already beginning to disperse to other parts of the party. “Have you ever drank piss before?” I asked, wondering about his enthusiasm.
After a breath, he said, “No, I actually haven’t. I didn’t think I would be into something like that, but I do like other freaky stuff… That was soooo fucking great.” I laughed at him, and everyone began teasing him over it. Shortly after, my roommate and I finally left, and he and I ended up exchanging numbers…. after all, I now had to actually consider fucking him, and then text him my answer in a day or two. ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/owx0iw/a_mouth_full_of_piss
Did you really frowned upon the guy from the guy because he was an asshole, or was it because you heard so much bad about him that you simply acted on his reputation? I understand at some point you were just plain tired of his attempts, but what about you first contact with him, was he someone who you knew you won’t like or was it the said reputation he had that made you not interested in advance?