The girl lay on the table,waiting - just waiting.
I watched for a few seconds, wondering what was going to happen. The guy was just standing by her side, gently pulling on his cock. It was flaccid, unimpressive and I had a feeling that I had missed the most important part of the scene.
Why was the camera still rolling?
That was what I wanted to know.
So I carried on watching with nothing happening.
I was about to hit rewind when something unexpected and shocking happened - a stream of fluid fell from the end of the cock. The cock’s owner took aim and the stream responded by arcing up into the air. It splattered heavily onto the girl’s body.
I remember the shock I felt as I realised what I was watching.
He’s peeing on her.
And she… she was letting him piss on her.
On her body.
Why would she do that?
It was revolting, disgusting, unhygienic and shameful. I was repulsed by it and yet… there was something else, deeper down.
I was empathising with the girl, the submission of it as she allowed a man to fire his stream of filthy piss all over her body. I didn’t think I could be any more shocked than I already was but as the guy pissed up her body, over her belly and tits, the girl turned her head towards him and moved her open mouth under the glittering rainbow of fluid. Her eyes were open, looking not at him or his cock but into the camera as her mouth filled with the golden liquid.
She was looking at me as I looked at her.
She was pretty.
No, not just pretty; beautiful, stunningly so. And she was happy and horny – I could see that by the way she was touching herself. I knew the inner sensations which made a girl’s body twist like that; made her squeeze her own breasts and claw at her throat.
The camera turned away, faithfully following the pee stream as it moved back down her body but I saw it.
Saw it that first time.
Saw the movement in her throat.
I knew what that movement meant – she’d swallowed.
She’d had a mouthful of piss and without the camera watching, she could easily have spat it out, but she had chosen to swallow; chosen to take the guy’s waste fluids into her body.
Even as the stream traced down between her breasts, there was another separate stream of his piss swilling down inside her body, down her gullet towards her stomach.
I felt sick, partly with disgust at her and what she’d done but increasingly that disgust was turning inwards, towards me; disgust at the rising tide of excitement which was building in my body.
I couldn’t believe that something so appalling, so despicable could arouse me.
I felt like a pervert.
I was appalled with myself for the way I was responding: I was sexually excited and… I was going to masturbate.
Fuck!
Girls should not be masturbating while watching one of their own being humiliated and degraded.
My fingers were shaking so much it was almost impossible to undo my belt; almost impossible to undo the button on my jeans… especially given that I couldn’t drag my eyes away from the screen for even a second.
Pissing; that thing which should be done privately and shamefully in cubicles, locked away from prying eyes. And he was doing it in front of a camera.
I swallowed drily, realising I had never seen a man pissing before. I liked the way he did it; was envious of the control he had, the way he was sweeping the stream back and forth, up and down her body.
I wanted to be able to do that.
There was a fearful gasp at that thought.
It had come unbidden.
An intrusion into my life.
As I watched, the flow became a trickle and stopped. The girl wiped at her face and stood-up – she seemed so young and vulnerable. The guy helped her down off the table. And then something happened which changed the dynamic of the entire scene. She looked at her partner and… she smiled.
Just a little one.
But it was the most significant smile I’d ever seen.
It wasn’t for the camera - it was for him. It was a private moment between the pisser and the pissee. Suddenly, the camera felt like an intrusion, as though it had stumbled upon the two of them as they had been playing some private sex game.
That fleeting little smile changed everything for me. It told me that the girl had enjoyed it; she had enjoyed being pissed on.