One day, someone is going to ask you when you developed this fetish. As with most things that shape us as adults, it began in childhood. In my case, my elementary school friend Janet and I met at the playground in our neighborhood. We were maybe eight years old and we were playing in the park for hours. At one point, when we were taking a break, sitting by the back bushes, she pulled her shorts down and just casually began urinating.
It was the first time I’d ever seen someone naked. Janet became the “If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine” friend. But the seed had been planted. I was aroused at the sight, the sound, the beautiful face of relaxation she had on her face. It followed me into adulthood.
Fast forward to age 23. I’m on a date with a woman and we’re in an Uber back to her place. She whispers in my ear that her bladder is about to EXPLODE. We run into her apartment and she cannot even bother to close the door as she hoists her dress up and thuds onto the toilet. I want to give her privacy. I really do, but I can’t.
I turn and watch her from the doorway as she sighs with relief and moans.
“Ooooooh godddddd,” she says as she empties her bladder into the toilet. All I can think is, what a waste. I wish I was on the other side of that stream. My cock throbs. She finishes, wipes and turns to find me, watching.
“Ew, creep,” she says with a giggle. I chuckle. “Were you *watching?”*
I nod. She smirks. “And did you LIKE it?”
I nod a second time, looking down to my erection.
“Oh shit,” she says with an explosive laugh. “You’re HARD?”
I nod for a third time.
She stands before me and undresses. I follow her lead, undressing, too. She gets onto her hands and knees and crawls over to me. She wraps her lips around my cock and begins to suck the tip of my cock. She doesn’t use her hands. Not once. She sucks, licks, kisses, slurps. A puddle of saliva forms on the floor as she takes me deep into her mouth and throat. Her eyes water, forming dark rivers of mascara down her cheeks.
I lead her to the living room and push her onto the sofa. She spreads her legs and looks at me, her curvy hips, her large breasts, her dark red hair. She has a red bush, her lips and asshole are waxed clean. I lower myself to my knees and waste no time going directly for her clit.
She gasps as I tongue her.
“Christ,” she whispers.
I put a finger inside of her and slurp up her juices, licking everywhere. Her cunt is dripping down her thighs.
“Let me taste,” she whispers.
I hold the finger up that has been inside of her. It’s thick with cream and grool. She licks it off and smiles. She’s got a devious smirk on her face. Almost evil. Almost sinister. I make her cum. She presses the back of my head into her clit and grinds her lips across mine.
“Fuck me,” she says.
I mount her and ease my cock into her pussy. It’s tight. I groan with delight as I press my cock into her. Her eyes grow wide. I never thought I had a big cock. In fact, to be honest, I always thought I was on the average side of things. But she grips for cushions with one hand and her breasts with the other.
“You’re so deep,” she grunts as I pump myself in and out of her slippery hole. “Please,” she whispers. “Please fuck this pussy.”
I lean down and lick her ear. I can see her neck break out in goosebumps. Her nipples, already hard, seem to get even harder.
“Fuccckkk,” she groans with pleasure as I slowly ease myself in and out of her. I spin her around. She rests on the armrest of the sofa as I grip onto her thick hips and grind myself against her. I pump harder and watch her juicy fat ass bounce with every thrust.
“Harder,” she whispers.
I follow her lead and slam into her. She gasps suddenly. I do it again. Pull out slowly. SLAM myself in. She gasps again. I do it again. Pull out slowly. RAM myself in. She gasps again. I do it again. Pull out slowly. POUND myself in. I look over and see her biting on the pillow. I grab her right hand and force it between her legs.
“Rub your clit,” I instruct. She does as I tell her to do as I fuck her harder. No more pulling out slowly. I am a machine, pumping, slamming with intense force. In and out. In and out. No mercy. I slam in. I yank out. I slam in. I yank out. Her cunt is gushing. I’m not sure if she’s squirting or just sopping wet. Every pump releases more liquid from her, like jumping into a puddle. Splash. Splash. Splash!
“You’re getting harder,” I hear her say. “Swelling. Your cock is swelling. Please cum inside of me. Please.”
I yank her hair and she arches back as I release myself inside of her. Sperm. Thick white sperm gushes from my cock, soaking her insides as I grunt and announce what she already knows. “I’m cumming!”
“Yessss” she purrs as I continue to ejaculate a thick, heavy load inside of her. I tremble as I pull out and collapse into the other side of her sofa. She slowly turns around and collapses around the other side of the sofa, her legs spread, the same mischievous smirk on her face.
We look at one another as we exhale and catch our breaths. I have a smirk on my face.
“Do you always smile like that after you cum?” She asks.
“I do,” I say.
“That’s nice.” She says.
She bites her bottom lip as her right hand begins to dance down her stomach, through her bush and then, slowly, a finger slides inside of herself. She closes her eyes as she digs around with her finger, pulling out two cum coated fingers. She licks them clean. I know there is more cum inside of her. I crawl over to her and hold my open palm out under her pussy. She leans forward onto her knees and squeezes, pushing my sperm from her cunt into my hand. A thick load of cum rushes out, filling my palm.
“Meow,” she whispers as she leans down and laps the jizz up from my hand, slurping it into her mouth and swallowing. My cock throbs again.
“So,” she asks. “YOU have a pee fetish.”
I nod.
“Guilty.”
“When did you develop this fetish?”
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I roll over in bed and grab for the glass she placed there the night before. I down the entire glass of water, stand up and stretch. I guess in the process of exiting the bed, she hears me.
“Morning,” she says.
“Good morning,” I say.
She sits up in bed. Her nipples are hard. She rubs the sleep from her eyes and grabs her own glass of water. She chugs it and yanks the blanket off of her. She touches her pussy, rubbing it slowly. I watch her masturbate for a moment. She writhes and moans and buries a finger inside of herself while focusing on her clit with her other hand. Her long red hair flows over her shoulders. She brings herself to orgasm and then melts into the pillows.
“I can’t believe you’ve never pissed on anyone,” she says.
“Well,” I say. “It’s not the most common fetish. Most women won’t even let guys cum on their faces, you know? Being pissed on, I guess some people think it’s awfully dehumanizing.”
“It depends,” she says. “I mean if you’re doing it to shame someone and treat them like garbage, sure. But if it brings one person sexual pleasure, you’re just indulging in something that makes your partner happy. And that’s not dehumanizing at all. It’s liberating. And you’ve just made someone incredibly happy.”
I smile.
“Do you have to pee yet?” She asks.
“I do,” I say.
Suddenly, I am overcome with tremendous anxiety. I’ve never done this before. The closest I got was watching my ex-girlfriend pee in the bathtub for me. Even standing and urinating into an empty tub seemed to cross the line for her. It disgusted her. She took a shower afterwards and said, “I hope you enjoyed that, because it’s never happening again.” And suddenly, every bit of joy I had experienced was ruined. I don’t know why she felt the need to say that right there in the moment. But now, I was single. I was hooking up with women on a regular basis. And this woman epitomized GGG.
She crawled out of bed and escorted me to the bathroom. She crawled into the tub and stopped the drain. I got in, too. She crawled up onto her knees and smiled.
“I want to be your toilet,” she said.
I grabbed my cock in my hand and aimed. She smiled as I stood there anxiously waiting to urinate on her face and into her mouth.
“Nervous?” She asked with a giggle.
“Maybe a little,” I said.
She opened her legs and released a small trickle of urine from her pussy.
“I won’t waste it all. I promise.”
I couldn’t wait, though, I got down on the bottom of the tub and crawled underneath her legs.
“Do it,” I said. “You’re not as bladder shy as I am.”
She stood up and faced me, smirking as she began to piss all over me. She soaked me, emptying her bladder onto my face and chest and mouth. My cock was massive. After she finished, she crawled on top of me and rode me as we fucked in her piss puddle.
She rode me so hard and so fast that I could not contain myself.
“Get on your knees,” I shouted. She crawled off of me. I stood and ejaculated, soaking her face in cum. She roared with delight as rope after rope splattered across her face and hair and mouth. She squealed as she rubbed her clit. I finished cumming and stood there for a moment, cock still in hand.
And then, it happened. I began to pee. A solid, intense stream of piss shot from my cock and soaked her hair, dripping all over. She giggled as the warmth ran down her breasts and onto her thighs.
“Yessss baby, piss on me! I want to be your toilet!”
“Open your mouth,” I said.
She did. I pissed into her mouth and she gulped it down and winked at me. I couldn’t believe what was happening. After I finished, we had accumulated a nice little puddle of piss in the bottom of the tub. This woman was amazing. She was about creating a moment I’d never forget. And she knew just what to do next. She lowered herself down into the puddle and licked up the mixture of my piss, my sperm, and her piss, slurping everything into her mouth and down into her belly.
We showered together and made plans to see each other again real soon.
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