A few years ago I joined a fetish site for the express purpose of meeting women to help fulfill a particular predilection of mine. To come straight to the point, I like having girls drink my piss. I like a girl sucking on my cock while I piss. I like seeing my piss stream into a welcoming mouth. Mostly, I love a girl who swallows whatever I give her. I suppose as much as anything, I love the power dynamics. Slurping down sperm is wonderful, but gulping piss is a sublime surrender. After all, what says ’I’d do anything for you’ like someone getting down on their knees to drink whatever fluid a cock or pussy can dispense?
Even on specialized web sites finding someone to drink your piss isn’t the easiest thing to do. In fact, no matter how politely I posed the invitation, there have been those who take exception. Which under most circumstances would be understandable, but I would assume someone who voluntarily joined a fetish site would consider the venue. Perhaps the difficulty is for the best though, because the scarcity of volunteers makes the few exceptions rare and special treats.
The last experience I had was with a lady I met off this fetish site. The woman was a lawyer from Vancouver. Her name was Sophie, she was in her mid-thirties with green eyes and blond hair to her shoulders. She looked buxom and fit, justifiably posting pictures of herself in a revealing bikini. I sent her pictures, I’m 6’, 200 lbs, fit, green eyes, with salt and pepper hair, along with a personal note suggesting she consider the possible delights of drinking my piss. It was a carefully crafted invitation that she responded to with favourable curiosity.
In addition to our messages, she gave me her number and we began talking offline. Sophie enjoyed hearing every detail of my experiences with girls who drank my piss. In particular, she was fascinated to know how the girls reacted. Sophie had an elegant voice and as you would expect of a lawyer her speech was quite precise. I found I was quite looking forward to the erudite commentary she would be able to offer once given the opportunity to taste my piss.
Sophie told me about a few exciting experiences of her own too. She hadn’t met anyone from the website, but she told me that her and her ex-boyfriend had taken a vacation to Cambodia where they found a lady-boy to share. They even brought her to a clinic when they first picked her up and paid to have her as well as themselves tested for STIs. It took a few days to get the results, but once they were all confirmed disease free, they enjoyed every potential variation that their three-person combination offered.
Beyond the level of bold experimentation, the thing about Sophie’s story that I took to heart was the extent she would go to make her plans happen. They researched the places to go to find a lady-boy, as well as the location of appropriate clinics in Phenom Penh. The result was almost a month of once in a lifetime experimentation that even included a side trip for their little group to Angkor Wat. If she would go all the way to Cambodia to fulfill a fantasy, then overcoming the relatively minor distance between Toronto and Vancouver seemed quite manageable.
It was in the spring when we first started communicating and while we weren’t on separate continents the distance still made it tough to get together. Along with getting to the airport and the pre-boarding regime, it would be about a seven hour trip. That’s a long way to go for a first date, regardless of the expectations.
Complicating things further, Sophie had a girlfriend that lived with her. If her girlfriend were in on the plans it could have made for a fun weekend, but Sophie was doing this behind her back. Unfortunately, it seemed Sophie’s girlfriend was both a more committed lesbian and monogamist.
Her relationship made it tough for her to get away to meet. We kept hoping for the right situation to present itself, but it never seemed to pop up with enough notice to book anything. Finally with fall around the corner and wondering if our plans together would lose traction, I decided to visit an old friend in Vancouver. Sophie and I wouldn’t get a weekend together, but at least we could fit each other in for a few hours. That should be enough time for some concentrated fun.
I arrived in Vancouver a little after nine in the morning. The plan was to meet Sophie near her office for lunch. So even though I still needed to pick up my rental car, I was comfortably on schedule.
Once in the car, I called Sophie to let her know I arrived and was on my way to meet her. “I think I could be there by eleven if you want to get things started early?”
Sophie sounded excited in own measured well expressed way, but unfortunately she couldn’t get away from work any earlier. “It’s good that you’re early though, because the restaurant fills up quickly and you can get us a nice table.” Then she slyly added, “Maybe you should try to find a table with a little privacy.”
The restaurant was right downtown on Burrard St and it was certainly a very chichi place to meet for such unsavory plans. When I arrived I pretty much had my pick of tables. I might normally have picked something by the window, but following Sophie’s sage advice I found a booth at the back. I ordered a coffee and sent a text to Sophie to let her know where I was sitting.
The text came back with the brief note: ‘Be there soon, in dark blue jacket and skirt. Can’t wait!’
I kept my eye on the door as I waited. The way the place filled I could tell that Sophie had picked a pretty popular place. Even though Sophie had sent me plenty of pictures, I was still unsure how easily I’d be able to pick her out in such a crowded restaurant. With all the traffic coming in a few times I thought I might have spotted her, but they were just false alarms. There’s a measure of doubt and uncertainty in the body language of people meeting a stranger and so far none of my potential matches had shown any of those telltale signs.
By the time she got there the place was so full that it was becoming difficult to maintain my view of the door. Sophie arrived wearing a professional looking dark blue suit over a white blouse. It was a confident look that was only slightly diminished by her furtive glances around the restaurant.
Standing up from my table I made my way towards the door to meet her. I could see that Sophie had caught my approach, but still unsure she waited for me to get to her.
“Sophie?” I tentatively asked.
“Yes. Hi Ryan?”
“Yep. Nice to finally meet I you,” I said ushering her toward our booth.
As we made our way through the restaurant I carefully admired Sophie’s body. She was full figured in a way that even a conservative business suit couldn’t hide. Her photos hadn’t done sufficient justice to her face either. Her green eyes were hypnotizing and she a broad mouth that in person looked so soft and sensual. I couldn’t think of sexier mouth for the things that we had planned.
As we sat down I told Sophie without any exaggeration, “Wow, you’re looking really good!”
“Thank you. You’re not looking so bad yourself,” Sophie replied.
To start we ordered drinks. Sophie had a glass of Chablis and I went for a pint of local Granville Island Lager.
Everything still started with the same sort of general pleasantries of any first date. Despite all the things we had already discussed, we were still just meeting for the first time. We had to feel each other out, but by our second drinks arrived we were returning to familiar form.
When we ordered the next round we debated whether we should have a snack before heading back to her office, which Sophie told me we would have to ourselves. Enjoying our drinks together and considering their downstream benefits to our plans we decided to order some food.
Beginning to get a bit of a buzz going, we started talking about our plans as we ate. Sophie was brimming with excitement and looking forward to trying my piss. We were already sufficiently lubricated by alcohol and I was well primed with beer. It had me starting to think, ’Why wait?’
“Since you can’t wait to drink my piss, I’d like to recommend you try a bold pairing with your ceviche.”
“Right here at the table? How are you going to do that?” Sophie said with a chuckle.
“Maybe I could take your glass to the washroom and give you a little top up?” I suggested.
“Not a bad idea. But if you want me to drink your piss right here, then you’ll have to fill my glass at the table too.”
“Hmmm,” I hummed as I looked around. The place was still packed and even though we were tucked away against the wall, there were still plenty of sight lines on us. My side of the table was especially exposed, making it an overly risky place to perform a refill. Meanwhile, the high back of Sophie’s side pretty much blocked off most of the restaurant, except for maybe one table. Fortunately, the people sitting there seemed sufficiently engrossed in conversation to likely take notice.
To take her dare I had Sophie change sides with me. With my back to the restaurant, Sophie was assigned the role of lookout.
We took a few minutes to normalize the switch, just in case our movement caught anyone’s eye. I was wishing I’d brought my luggage with me about then too. I could have sat it next to me to provide a bit more cover. Still, I suppose more risk means more fun.
Sophie drank a bit more of her wine while we waited. By the time she got to the last remaining sip I really did need to go. First I undid my fly and took out my dick out. Next, I took Sophie’s wine glass and surreptitiously lowered it under the table. It seemed filling the glass would be a little awkward. Not just situationally awkward either, the mechanics were difficult too. My cock was more than just a little hard, so I couldn’t easily angle my dick to dribble into the glass. I couldn’t tilt the glass over too much either, because as large as the white wine glass was, the blast of my stream was rimming around the goblet and splashing out. Then when I’d try to level out the glass I’d sometimes overshoot.
“Hey, watch the shoes!” Sophie cried.
I had to suddenly stop and act as nonchalant as could with my dick out under the table. “Shhh,” I admonished.
“Sorry,” Sophie quietly giggled. “Let me take my shoes off just in case.” Sophie might have been excited about the prospect of drinking my piss, but that didn’t mean she wanted any of it splashing her Manolo Blahniks.
“There, now you can go ahead,” she said with a smile.
With my back to the aisle, I returned to filling Sophie’s glass. It wasn’t easy, but eventually I finished my pour. Lifting the glass back up to the table it looked to be filled beyond normal serving height. I slide it over to Sophie, noticing that the cool feel of the glass was gone. Now the glass felt warm and instead of condensation, the glass was wet from my errant splashes. One way things didn’t change was the hue. It seems after several drinks the colour of my piss nicely matches that of a pale white wine. So contents aside, Sophie could sit with the glass on the table and drink my piss at her leisure.
At the point of no return Sophie declared, “Looks like this is happening.”
Sophie started out by swishing my piss around the bowl as if studying the body. While it didn’t seem to cling to the glass like quality wine, Sophie still nodded in approval. Then she slide her hand up the stem and cradled the bowl. Suddenly realizing that the side of the glass was wet Sophie released the glass without raising it. Rubbing her finger together she brought them to her nose to confirm the scent and smiling at me licked her fingers. My cock was firming even more with Sophie’s performance.
Sophie went back to her glass, raising it to her nose. As she closed her eyes her nostrils flared, taking in my aroma and bouquet. When her green eyes reopened I felt I was looking at the sexiest girl I’d ever met. A sentiment confirmed when she looked me in the eyes and licked the damp side of the glass. Then with her preliminary evaluations complete Sophie raised the glass to her lips and took her first sip.
If I could have put my cock inside Sophie right then I’m sure I would have cum instantly, but for the moment all I could do was watch and enjoy.
After Sophie’s first small sip she followed up with a larger one that required a healthy swallow. “It’s really not bad at all she declared,” she declared between sips.
Putting down her glass Sophie went back to nibbling on her ceviche. “You know it not a bad pairing,” she said with a chuckle. “Your piss might not be exactly refreshing, but it does blend nicely with this dish. I’m not kidding.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I told her, “because there’ll be more where that came from.”
“I’m counting on it. I want to be your dirty piss mop all afternoon. I want you to give me everything you got!”
“I’m already having a great time, but I’m certainly looking forward to filling you up all afternoon,” I promised.
Sophie kept sipping my piss as we ate. At one point deciding to pour a bit of piss on her ceviche. Playing with her fork, she mixed the piss around her dish. Despite her appreciative talk, I thought she might be finding a creative way to get rid of some piss without drinking it. At least that’s what I thought until she stuck her fork into a morsel of trout and raised it to her mouth.
“Mmmm, it’s really quite nice. It actually adds to the complexity of flavors,” she said with a little laugh.
She took another sip of piss and then offered me a prawn.
“Maybe something smaller?” I suggested.
Sophie broke a little piece of trout in half for me and dabbed it in the blended dressing. Reaching her fork across the table she said, “Here you go.”
I bravely took what was offered and while my mind searched for the taste of piss, I couldn’t find it. Whatever my flavor was, it had blended with the dish. Only my knowledge informed me that the morsel in my mouth was coated with a patina of piss.
When the waitress came over to check on us Sophie told her everything was delicious.
“Can I get you more drinks?” she asked.
“No, we need to get back to the office,” Sophie told her. “If you could, please just bring us the bill.”
Before she could leave us, I gave the waitress my credit card to speed things along. Meanwhile, I finished my tuna tartar and Sophie polished off her piss infused ceviche. My beer was long finished, so I drank water while Sophie kept sipping on my piss.
When the waitress returned I asked Sophie as I signed for the bill if she was ready to go?
“Just about,” she said. Then in front of the waitress she picked up her glass and downed the last mouthfuls of piss. “Ahhh! Now I’m ready!” She declared.
Once out on the street Sophie pulled me to her and gave me a big wet kiss. I could taste the hint of piss in her mouth. The flavor was certainly more detectable on her tongue than it was in the ceviche.
“From now on I want you to call me Piss Mop,” Sophie declared.
“No problem Piss Mop,” I agreed. “Let’s hurry up and get to your office, I really need to go.
It was only about a five minute walk to Sophie’s office. She led me to a two-story house that was converted into an office.
Since her partner was on vacation and the staff had been given the afternoon off, Sophie had to unlock the doors. I could hardly wait to get to the bathroom once she let us in. I had to rush Sophie along as she led us there too. Not only because I needed direction, but she was also my toilet. I suppose I could have used her right there on the lobby, but in my panic to piss I didn’t adequately consider all my options.
Sophie was laughing like crazy as she led us upstairs to the washroom. She gathered herself though when she sat down on the toilet seat in front of me. “Now give your Piss Mop something to drink!” she demanded.
Normally after a stretch of on again and off again hard-ons I like to freshen up, but there really wasn’t a chance. I had a coating of pre-cum marinating my cock when I pulled it out for Sophie. Luckily she was a dirty self-declared piss mop.
Undeterred Sophie took my slimy cock in her mouth. She didn’t really get a chance to tell if the taste of my dick was to her liking or not, because a stream of piss immediately blasted into her mouth. Sophie had taken off her jacket and of course her shoes, so when my surging torrent burst from her mouth only her blouse and skirt got drenched. My pissing cock was expelled from Sophie’s mouth as she choked on her excessive mouthful. Unable to stop I kept on pissing in Sophie’s face for a few moments as she coughed and caught her breath. It wasn’t intentional, I just that I needed to go so badly. By the time I was able to hold back, Sophie’s face, hair and clothes were all pretty wet.
Finally getting herself under control Sophie apologized, “Sorry, that was more than I was ready for.”
“No worries, but now you’re really looking like a piss mop.”
“No doubt about that,” she said before clearing her throat a few more times.
“So are you ready for more Piss Mop?” I asked.
“Just give me one more second,“ she said.
Untucking her shirt Sophie reach up behind her back to remove her bra. ”Okay, now I’m ready,“ she declared and again opened her mouth for more.
Still raring to go, but at least able to hold my water, I positioned the head of my cock at Sophie’s waiting mouth. This time instead of releasing an uncontrolled cascade I neatly filled her up. Without choking Sophie puffed out her cheeks as she closed her mouth, then she swallowed bit by bit. With her first mouthful gone, Sophie opened up for more. This time I went for a little longer until my overflow spilled from Sophie’s mouth. She tilted her head back in an effort to contain more piss, but the excess ran down her neck soaking her blouse even more. Her shirt was actually developing a yellow hue as it clung to her tits, which were looking rather majestic under the wet fabric. When I stopping again I rested my cock on her face while she swallowed.
“Good job Piss Mop,” I said appreciatively.
“Thank you! Am I good piss mop?”
“You are a fantastic piss mop,” I wholeheartedly agreed. “You’re the ShamWow of piss mops.”
With the emergency over, I took a few moments to pull off my clothes. Standing naked in front of her, Sophie welcomed my cock back into her soft mouth and I started pissing again. Sophie sucked on my dick like a kitten hungry for milk and it felt amazing. She kept sucking and drinking all she could with the excess spilling from her lips. My balls felt wet on her chin as the surplus that she couldn’t swallow dripped down to her body.
By the time I finished, Sophie was a piss-sodden mess. I knew she’d swallow most of my piss, but her clothes were so wet that it was hard to believe that more had gone down her throat than had splashed over her body.
Sophie looked disgustingly hot. Particularly because she still had my hard cock in her mouth. Normally it takes a fair bit of time for me to cum when I get my cock sucked, but as soon as I stopped pissing I felt on the verge of losing control. Of course, there was more than just Sophie’s sexy mouth that had me rushing toward an eruption. Ever since Sophie drank my piss in the restaurant she had me feeling like a stiff breeze could have made me lose it. It seemed about the only thing stopping me from blowing my load was the need to piss. So it didn’t take long once my last drops of urine drained from my body to feel the unstoppable rush of an orgasm. It felt so overwhelming that I had to grab the back of Sophie’s wet mane and drive my cock into her throat. My Piss Mop didn’t resist as I fucked her face either. There was just her release of a deep guttural grunt every time my cock hit its full depth. I didn’t know how long she could have handled having her face fucked, but on this occasion at least she was able to handle it longer than me. Holding her tightly with her nose flattened against me I groaned uncontrollably and let a giant wad of cum flood the back of her throat. I kept pumping until with my strength waning I relaxed my grip on the back of Sophie’s head.
Freed from my grip Sophie pushed me back and opened her cum filled mouth wide, filling her lungs with air. “Oh fuck!” she breathlessly exclaimed. As she continued catching her breath Sophie leaned against me. She rested her face on my cum covered cock while I braced myself with a hand against the wall.
“That was incredible Piss Mop,” I told her.
“You make me feel like a dirty slut. Am I a dirty piss drinking slut?”
“You’re about the dirtiest slut I’ve ever met,” I confirmed without exaggeration.
In appreciation of my assessment, Sophie took my softening cock back in her mouth to suck off the remaining cum.
Meanwhile, the previously neat and tidy washroom was looking wetter than the floor of a bus station pisser at midnight. It naturally made it the perfect place to lay down with Sophie.
Sophie helped me get her out of her wet things. Her shirt and underwear were particularly wet, with her skirt mostly wet in the back making me realize that Sophie pissed herself too.
“What happened here Piss Mop?” I asked while holding her wet underwear.
“You’re not the only one who needed to go. Besides, I like to piss when I cum,” she admitted with a smile.
I bunched up Sophie’s wet shirt by the base of the toilet as a pillow and had her lay back on the floor. Sophie had an amazing body and as much fun as it was to treat her like she was just a piss drinking slut, I would have regretted it if I didn’t take the opportunity to enjoy every inch of her.
I lowered myself down onto Sophie and she wrapped her arms around me pulling me in for a hot kiss. Sophie’s skin felt cool and damp as the piss chilled in the open air. From her mouth I slowly kissed down her neck, over her ample breasts, licking her salted skin. Taking my time I sucked and bit her pert pink nipples as she moaned and hissed in turn. My tongue traced the round underside of Sophie’s breasts, before making a line to her belly button which seemed to be acting as a tiny piss catchment basin. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give me a sample taste and I left Sophie’s belly button cleaner then I found it. Moving on, the slow journey approached its savory culmination. Running my tongue down Sophie’s lower belly through a tiny patch of sandy wet fuzz I finally touched her clit and received a most appreciative moan.
Her pussy was so wet and wonderful, but there was more than just her lubricating juices present. There was a hint of piss residue that made me feel I was sharing somewhat in Sophie’s enthusiastic embrace of depravity.
Between Sophie’s widely spread legs I licked her pussy with enthusiastic delight. Sophie’s legs rested on my shoulders and I reached around her thighs to pinch her nipples. The harder I pinched the more she gyrated her hips against my face. Eventually, I got on my knees and used my arms to pull Sophie’s pussy up to my mouth. I was feeling strong and horny with my cock recharging at a rate I’d not experienced in a few years. Sophie’s enthusiasm for swallowing and wallowing in my piss must have supercharged my libido. I loved eating Sophie’s pussy, but I was so turned on I had to be inside her. I just couldn’t wait any longer.
Lowing Sophie back to the wet floor, I got on top of her. I positioned the head of my cock at her glistening threshold and with one thrust effortlessly filled her silky pussy. Sophie’s pussy felt burning hot around my cock and her body looked inspiringly filthy on the piss covered floor. I began fucking her in long hard strokes the made her tits sway like Jell-O molds on a wobbly table. It would have been impossible for anyone to resist grabbing those jiggling mounds. Leaning against them, I squeezed them mercilessly as I fucked her harder and harder.
Sophie’s head was pressed up against the toilet with nowhere to go. From my vantage point, I could see the water in the bowl oscillate as Sophie’s head bumped its side. Concerned for both Sophie’s comfort and risk of concussion I reached for her piss soiled underwear. After dabbing them in a few of the more substantial puddles for a thorough soaking, I balled them up and pushed them into Sophie’s willing mouth. The wet gag muffled Sophie’s moans and made her breathing more laboured, but sometimes that’s the price of safety.
I raised one of Sophie’s legs over my shoulder and straddled the other one to get my cock as deep into her as I could go. I fucked her like that until neither of us could take it anymore. Unable to hold back I exploded deep inside Sophie’s pussy. Her body shuddered and her stifled cries signaled her own wild climax, which kept me pumping as long as our orgasms went on.
Drained, I collapsed on top of Sophie. As we kissed Sophie used her strong tongue to shove her crumpled underwear into my mouth. With us both laughing I spit her wet panties back out. Still snickering we resumed kissing until my softening cock slipped from her saturated pussy.
I stood up in front of Sophie so she could suck my cum covered cock and use her mouth wash off as much mess as she could. Once my dick was clean as my piss mop could make it, Sophie let me slide from her mouth.
“I think I really need to have a shower,” Sophie admitted. “Would you like a towel too?”
As much as I liked the idea of Sophie wearing my piss for the rest of the afternoon, it really did feel like a shower was in order for us both.
Sophie ran the water to get it ready for us. Once she was satisfied with the temperature she lead us in. As much fun as it was getting so dirty, it felt great to get clean. It was nice having warm water wash the drying piss from our skin and feel the touch of Sophie body.
After the shower, we dried off. Sophie brushed her teeth and let me borrow her toothbrush too. Once we finished cleaning up we went back to Sophie’s office. Still naked, she pointed me to her couch while she ran out returning with a bottle of pinot grigio and two glasses.
“Sorry I don’t have any beer to offer you, but would you like a glass of wine?”
“The wine is good for me, but if you have another glass I wouldn’t mind some water too?”
“Sure, no problem. Is bottled alright?”
“Bottled’s fine.”
Sophie disappeared again and came back with a bottle for each of us. She put the bottles down on the coffee table before pouring us each a glass of wine.
Handing me my glass Sophie joined me on the couch cuddling up against me. “You’re a lot of fun. I think you could get me to do anything. I just thought you should know. ”
Putting my arm around her I said, “I like the sound of that and I believe you would do anything, wouldn’t you Piss Mop?”
We both laughed and Sophie ran her hand up and down my chest, before reaching down to fondle my soft, seemingly lifeless cock.
We ended up nodding off together on the couch for about a half hour or so. A post-coital nap is always pleasant and even though my cock needed the rest, when we woke up I felt I’d lost a little time with Sophie. I was the first to stir and while I sort of tried not to wake her, when I reached for the water it was enough to disturb her siesta too.
“Did I fall asleep?” she asked.
“Yep, we both did,” I admitted.
Sophie took a quick sip of water too, before reaching for her wine.
As we lazed on the couch drinking wine Sophie told me that she was in disbelief about drinking my piss in the restaurant. Even though we talked about it she couldn’t believe she had actually done it.
We began rehashing some of the stories we’d talked about online and over the phone. Getting a little caught up with the sharing, I couldn’t resist showing Sophie a video on my phone of the last girl who drank my piss. The video starts with the girl sucking my cock in a bathtub, then my voice whispers, “Let me see it go in.” Tilting her head back the girl opened wide to reveal a stream of piss filling her mouth.
“That’s just so fucking nasty Ryan!” Excitedly Sophie implored, “Film me too.”
As luck would have it my phone was charged and my bladder was ready some relief too. “I’m ready whenever you are,” I said while starting to stroke my half hard cock.
“Just let me finish my wine, I want to be able to use the glass…just in case.”
Sophie kept playing with my cock as she drank her wine. Sometimes letting a little vino dribble from her lips onto my cock. It felt especially nice when she filled her mouth with wine and then carefully took my cock in her mouth without hardly losing a drop. The chilling feel of the wine in her mouth felt revitalizing to my weary penis.
Afraid my cock was on the verge of becoming resolutely hard, I grabbed my phone and stood up in front of Sophie. Knowing her cue Sophie took my cock in her mouth just as I brought her face into frame. After some preliminary cock sucking Sophie pull me from her mouth to chug down the last of her wine. Then positioning her glass under her chin, Sophie looked into the lens and declared, “Your Piss Mop is thirsty.”
It took a few moments for me to get going, but Sophie sat patiently on the edge of the couch with her mouth open and ready. The first shot as always was a little wild and I splashed Sophie face, just missing her eye. Sophie’s hair caught an errant splash too before I found my target. Sophie’s mouth quickly filled and she had to turn her face suddenly to swallow. Unfortunately, not much that sprayed off the side of her face was caught by her glass. Luckily though it was a short gulp and Sophie opened her mouth for more.
The next time Sophie’s mouth filled she let the excess overflow before swallowing. The surplus spilled from her lips, down her chin, dripping into her glass. At this point at least I was able to angle a more controlled stream where I wanted it, allowing me to get most of my uncaptured flow safely into Sophie’s glass.
Each time I filled Sophie’s mouth after that I was able to stop pissing with hardly a splash on her face. Whatever did miss was pretty much all collected by her glass. Eventually my stream slowed to a trickle and Sophie took my cock in her mouth to suck the last few drops from me.
“So how did you like that Piss Mop?” I asked.
“That was wonderful,” Sophie reported with a big smile into the camera. Then she took a big sip from her wine glass. “Ahhh, delicious!” she reported.
Shutting off the recording I sat down beside Sophie on the couch. Leaning over Sophie went back to sucking my cock and piss dappled balls. It felt great, but I could tell it would take a lot of effort to get me off again.
As if reading my mind Sophie looked up and said, “I think I have something that you might enjoy if you’re willing to give it a try.”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Give me a moment,” Sophie said as she went over to her desk.
I was expecting her to pull out a bag of weed, but she came back with something in a plastic package.
“What’s that?” I asked.
Holding it out to me Sophie countered, “What do you think it is?”
“I think it looks like a small dildo.”
“Close, but it’s even better than that. It’s a vibrator and do you know what I’m going to do to you with it?”
“If you’re doing it to me it seems the options are limited,” I replied.
“Have you ever tied anything like this before?” Sophie asked.
“I’ve been fingered and considering how much I liked that, I can’t wait to try this,” I admitted.
It took a few minutes at first to get everything operational. It was a little bit of a challenge to extract the thing from its over-packaged wrapping and figure out where to put the batteries, but once that was sorted out we were ready to go.
Sophie got down on the floor between my legs to lube up my ass and the vibrator. To increase her access I spread my legs, putting a foot up each side of her on the coffee table. Sophie gently circled my asshole with her lubed finger before slowly working in the vibrator.
Once she got it inside me, she started playing with the settings. “So which of these do like?”
“That’s good,” I murmured. I seemed to like it on high.
One hand worked the vibrator in and out, moving it all around my ass, while the other stroked my hardening shaft. The sensation was incredible. I felt my eyes rolling to the back of my head. If I hadn’t already cum twice or if Sophie were an arm-wrestling champ with greater fist pumping endurance the circumstance would have had me ready to blow. I was willing, but I just wasn’t used to cumming three times in an afternoon anymore. I needed something more than a hand job. Even one with a tingling stick up my ass wasn’t enough.
As if reading my mind or maybe giving in to her aching wrist Sophie suggested, “You can fuck my ass if you like?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Whatever her motivation, we were both on the same page.
I held out my arm for Sophie to pull me up off the couch. Taking it she leaned way back, “Jeeze, you’re heavy!”
Picking up the tube of lube I led Sophie over to her desk. I bent her over to go down on her pussy and asshole first. Sophie was already plenty wet and I just kept licking from her pussy to her little pink bud. Moaning as she pulled her cheeks apart for me, Sophie’s backside was becoming a sloppy mess.
Standing up behind her I squeezed lube along my shaft, slathering it in before adding a big dollop to the head of my cock. Pressing my cock at the entrance of Sophie’s asshole she shivered and cooed, “Ohhh, that’s cold.”
I slowly worked the head of my cock inside her tight little hole and once I passed that initial point of resistance I slid with seeming ease to sudden full depth.
“OH, OW!” Sophie cried as her body tensed.
Despite the lube and her lack of resistance, Sophie wasn't prepared to be so suddenly filled. I just held her tight with my cock deep inside her ass until I could feel the tension drain from her body and the reactive clench of her ass start to relax. Slowly this time I began sliding my cock in and out of her tenderized rectum.
I fucked Sophie with her bent over her desk. I held her arms behind her back and her ample breasts flattened against the hardwood surface. With nothing else supporting her weight on the desk, and occasionally my weight too, her carnal breaths were filled with toil.
When it was beginning to seem like almost too much for her, I turned Sophie over. I tried to keep my cock inside her, but halfway through the rotation it sprang free. Once on her back with her legs up over my shoulders, I pushed my cock down to her gaping ass sliding in all the way home. Sophie let out a deep satisfied moan, contrasting with the first time I drove her ass.
I loved looking down at the sight of my cock stretching Sophie’s ass and feeling her wetness against my stomach with every thrust. Her pussy was an inviting site too. I couldn’t help but play with it inside and out. When my fingers were inside her pussy I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her ass. I could feel Sophie’s body convulsing too whenever the joint penetrations met inside her. With two fingers inside and my thumb pressing her clit she shook and came so much that it made me wonder if she was pissing again.
I kept fucking her ass until her orgasm subsided. Then picking her up from the desk I brought her back to the couch. I placed her down over the armrest with her open asshole facing the sky. Getting down behind her I licked her sopping pussy, before plunging my tongue into her gaping red asshole. The touch of my tongue on the exposed tissue made her moan and grind back against my face.
Standing up behind Sophie and looking down her dilated ass an idea came to me. I reached for the wine glass and poured the remaining piss into the open chasm. The warm piss filled her chute with the overflow running across her pussy until the liquid contents receded an inch or so into her depths.
After returning the glass to the table I pushed my cock back down to her irrigated hole. Her ass felt warm and wet as I submerged back into Sophie’s body.
The flooding of Sophie’s ass with piss seemed to increase her responsiveness to even greater heights. With her doubled over the arm of the couch I pumped her ass furiously. I fucked her with increasingly long deep thrusts that her body took with unbridled enthusiasm. I literally could not have fucked Sophie any harder. With her ass was pushing back against me she cried out in full ecstasy every time I drove inside her.
Amazed at the receptiveness of Sophie ass, I repositioned her from the armrest up to back the couch. I spread her legs so she partially straddled the top of the couch with her body face down along its ridge. One leg was bent along the top and the other slung down the backrest with her foot resting on the seat cushions. This position kept me on my feet, but from the couch instead of floor, I was higher up relative to Sophie and could use my entire weight to drive my cock into her ass.
I had to work really hard to bring on my third orgasm, but eventually I felt its irrevocable build. Concentrating all my weight on my pelvis, my final thrust drove deep into Sophie as I exploded. I could feel my sperm oozing into her ass as all the strength left my body.
Once my cock felt completely drained our limp bodies slid down from the back of the couch. I wrapped my arms around Sophie, cupping her ample breast as I held her. Sophie turned her head towards me so we could kiss, then we quietly laid together recovering.
Afterward, I didn’t have much time to hang around as my friend was expecting me for dinner. We did manage to watch our short film before we dressed and Sophie made me promise to send her a copy as well as swearing to never post it anywhere under penalty of death.
I offered to help her clean up, but she told me not to worry. She said her ex-boyfriend, the one she went to Cambodia with, had promised to come help. Apparently, they were still friends and he liked to help her clean up after she’d been with a guy. Most commonly this took the form of a vaginal and rectal tongue bath, but in this case, a janitorial component was expected as well.
