For three weeks, I kept asking if I could get out. Of course, Richard always listened to me, he never showed that he did not want to pull out.
After that time, however, something unusual happened. I was waiting in line at the market like I do every day in the afternoon when I spotted Daniel. He was in front of me, surrounded by people, holding a net full of fruits and vegetables. Soon enough, he recognized me, smiled, and waited for me outside the shop when he was done shopping.
A decade has passed; how are you feeling? Actually, I can’t remember ever seeing you.
New tattoos on his arm caught my eye right away. To my knowledge, he didn’t always have a dragon on his back. The fact that he was sporting a military hedgehog haircut was also significant. Even so, the face and smile were unmistakably the same.
While we were chatting on the way to his car about our respective jobs, educations, and significant others, he suggested I drop by his place for coffee. Since Richard was working second shift, I reasoned that I still had plenty of time to prepare dinner before his arrival that evening.
Since he didn’t live too far away, our chance encounter at the supermarket wasn’t out of the ordinary. Half a year ago, he moved into a studio apartment on his own and lived there exclusively.
It was refreshing to have coffee with them and have a pleasant conversation. Especially since he seemed to have calmed down over the years. Watching a movie together later, we found ourselves in shock that it was already 9 o’clock. I looked at my watch and said I had to leave immediately, but Daniel prevented that by seizing my hand.
Asking, “Sophia, if I may…,” he pleaded for permission.
I was confused as to what he meant, but I waited for his explanation as he stared straight into my eyes. Once again, I was trapped in them. All of my old emotions flooded back to me like a tsunami, but the thought “girl, he called you a whore” kept popping into my mind. Nonetheless, I refrained from shooing away his hand, and when his face came closer, I kissed him back. After he inserted his tongue into my mouth, I started massaging it with mine. When he finally got around to massaging my breasts, he did so by gently pinching my nipples. He reached under my bust and gave me a massage. Finally, unable to bear the pressure I moved away a piece to remove my blouse.
In the present tense, I yearned for him. I looked lustfully at his torso, then at his breasts when he took off his shirt. I leaned in closer and began rubbing his breasts and sucking his nipples. I took off my skirt, so that soon my panties were my only piece of clothing. I got on my knees, undid the buttons on his pants, and reached up to grab his cock, fully intending to force it onto my mouth. I looked up and saw an expression of triumph in his eyes. After he fixed his zipper, he stepped back two meters. He cracked a grin and said:
– The bitch has returned to her master?
Something in me tingled at the sound of these words. I just swallowed my saliva and nodded wordlessly.
He pulled out his cock and asked, “Do you know how dogs mark territory, bitch?” Until now, my fiance’s tools and my ex’s had never been compared. While both were average in height, or slightly above, Daniel was noticeably more erect and stockier.
I mumbled, “Nooo…,” as I knelt down to get closer to him. What I felt on my tits at that very second was warm and wet. I looked in front of me with horror and saw that Daniel was starting to pee on me. Urine’s acrid, sour scent was beginning to permeate the space. I could feel the liquid running down my stomach, soaking my panties with it. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt hotter than I did then. I put my hand in my panty and started pressing my clitoris, at first gently, then harder and harder, until I couldn’t take the stress any longer. It was the first time I’d ever peed on someone, but we were no strangers to more extreme acts.
Instantly, the realization hit me that I had to make use of my underwear or face the prospect of being stranded far from home. I removed them and inserted my finger. Meanwhile, the golden influx had ended. As the last drops dripped down Daniel’s penis and onto the wooden panels, I watched with bated breath and heightened anticipation. The first time I came that night, I inserted two fingers into my dripping wet pussy and pushed as hard as I could.
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