Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
His words only make the strain worse.
“You must need to go, too,” I say, but Josh shakes his head. “Not just yet. Practice makes perfect.”
Yeah, just as I thought. These two are pros. I’m still a filthy little novice.
Josh laughs a dirty laugh.
“Lift your skirt up and spread your legs for Heath. Tell him how much you need to piss, and ask him kindly for your next instruction.”
Josh is such a natural when it comes to taking the lead. He’s smirking at Heath, beckoning him closer, so that our client can get an up close look at my predicament. They sit on a lounger together, staring at me as I hitch my cami dress up. I’ve got a pair of lace panties on underneath. Spreading my legs is so hard that I have to clench my muscles like a vice to avoid soaking the panties right through. I’m like a fucking dam set to burst.
“I’ve got an idea for our sweet curva,” Heath says to Josh. “A lovely little party trick to get us started.”
“Please get it started quick,” I groan. “Or I might bust before I get to perform.”
“Nah,” Josh says, and takes my glass of wine from the table, still half full. “You underestimate yourself. Knock that back before you do a thing. Show how willing you are.”
I don’t want a single sip of drink, I want to pee so bad, but I do as I’m told anyway – already heady on a decent few glasses of the decadent wine Heath treated me to.
“Strip,” Heath says as he takes my empty glass from me. “I want you naked before you spill a drop from that sweet cunt of yours.”
I race to do as instructed. I tug my cami dress up and over my head and toss it aside, and unclip my bra to launch that, too. Thank fuck today’s basic disguise outfit makes it easy. My panties are harder to remove, my bladder ready to blow as I wriggle out of them and cast them to the side of the lounger.
“What now?” I ask, crossing my legs again.
I’m not sure what to expect when Heath steps up to the top of the lounger and clicks the backrest up so it’s practically upright. Josh seems to be on the same page, though. He gives an ah in approval and gets up to join our client, taking my ankles as Heath takes my wrists.
Then they manoeuvre me.
They turn me upside down, so my shoulders are where my butt was sitting, my legs hooked over the top of the lounger. And I get it. From this position, I’m going to piss all over myself when I go.
My big tits loll against my chin, and they are going to be nothing short of a chasm, directing the river… right onto my face.
And into my open mouth.
“You can sample yourself first, curva,” Heath says. “Show me how good that wine tastes now it’s flowing out the other end of you. But piss slowly. Gently. Savour every sip.”
I’m not sure I’m going to be able to piss gently, since I need to go so fucking bad. I whimper when Heath spreads my pussy lips, and gives an mmm as he strokes my piss hole.
“Gently, curva,” he says again, and I try.
I take a deep breath before I let myself go, and the first burst of piss shoots free, splashing down onto my stomach.
“Steady,” Heath says. “Like a babbling brook, if you will. Think of your piss hole as a little fountain, flowing to your eager mouth.”
Oh fuck, the filth of his words makes my clit spark. I adore being exposed and treated like such a dirty little slut. One more burst of piss and I do my all to keep the flow steady. It splashes down on my belly, and I use my tits to catch the flow, holding them together so the piss dribbles down a chute of cleavage to the destination.
I catch my own stream of piss with my open mouth as the guys watch me, smiling down from above as Heath keeps my cunt spread.
“Such a gorgeous fucking view,” Heath says, and I gargle my first mouthful. It doesn’t taste anything like wine, but that’s fine by me. I swallow it down and smile a dirty smile up at them regardless.
“Touch me,” I say before I open my mouth for the next stream, and Heath thumbs my clit before sliding two fingers into my pussy. He curves them forward, which only makes my pissing feel more intense. Incredible bastard.
Josh is surprisingly quiet for Josh. He looks between me and Heath with a smile on his face, a voyeur as Heath keeps control of me.
With Heath’s fingers in my pussy the river flows wilder. Piss splashes off my tits and over my face, and I’m soaked in seconds, my piss stinging my eyes as it splashes.