Years before, we’d met on a dating site. We spent a long time chatting before we had chance to meet in person. We took a stroll around a quaint market two, took a drive and ended up fucking in a nearby field, until a farmer in his tractor made us scarper. Before we fucked I went for a piss and watched as she watched me. Within moments she was on all fours, my thumb on her asshole, my cock in her cunt. Before her, I’d only been with girls who came the way guys came: once and at the end, before collapsing in a sweaty heap. She came often and hard, within moments of entering her she shuddered, leaving wet, creamy trails, but never failing to clean them off with her mouth.
We fell out of touch shortly after that, both getting into serious relationship. Years later, an email with her number arrived in my inbox. I jumped at the chance: we discovered we were both recently single and within the hour had arranged a hotel stay for the next weekend.
She arrived wearing a tiny skirt that barely disguised her stocking tops, heels, a white blouse. The full secretary. In the week before the meet-up, we’d chatted about all the things we’d spoken about years before: rimming, pissing, ass to mouth, facefucking and about how we’d never got to do them. Half way through the evening – after all but one of the above – she leant in and said: I want you to piss on me.
Now just in stockings, I took her by the hand and helped her into the bathtub. She got on her knees and waiting. I held my cock and there was a pause … as she started to grin, a yellow stream began to splash against her chest. Barely missing a beat, she dipped her head, opened her mouth and began to swallow, rubbing her cunt as she did it. To this day, no memory makes me cum like it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pfwuuz/the_very_first_time_a_sub_f_drank_my_m_piss