No. I refused to allow him to take control of the interaction. I was the one in control. I was the one who was going to steer the action and do the humiliating here, not him. I made my move.
I giggled, sticking my free pinky finger inside my mouth then sucking at its tip. Once thoroughly soaked with my saliva, I released the wet digit from between my lips and trailed its moisture over the deep cleft parting my bosom.
His eyes followed my finger’s movements just as I’d hoped they would.
“Thank you for saying that sir. I so want to impress you with my professional skills.”
I ripped my hand away from his as I said the word ‘skills’ and tore my flannel robe off my body, allowing it’s fluffiness to drop to the floor. I was now completely naked. No bra, no panties, nude.
“Did you enjoy watching me tinkle today, sir?” I asked with a playful lilt to my voice.
“Y-yes,” he stuttered. “Watching you squat down and relieve yourself this morning has, so far, been the highlight of my stay at your fine establishment.”
I giggled like an imbecile hoping my bimbo act was turning him on.
“Would you like to watch me tinkle again?” I gave my tits and ass a wiggle as I said the words.
Mr. Waters’ lips spread into a mile-wide smile, and he stretched his arms above his head, doing the male version of a happy dance.
"I do. Please, allow me to watch you tink-tinkle, ma’am,” he answered his tongue wagging.
His facial expression was so earnest that I almost felt sorry for him. The sweetness of his response to me was so obviously pure of heart that I almost lost the will to punish him for his misdeeds.
But, then he licked his lips. He bit down on his plump lower lip in a lascivious manner. The cocky bastard who’d humiliated me was back. He deserved everything he was about to get.
I grasped his hand and entwined my fingers between his pulling him roughly toward the bathroom. I wiggled my head from side making sure the tiny video recording camera inside my floral hair barrette would stay in place even if our sex took a turn for the athletic.
“I can see you’re as excited as I am,” Mr. Waters blurted out.
He mistook my head wiggle for excitement. Good. He still has no idea his every action is being recorded. I’m setting him up for humiliation in the exact same way he set me up. The poor sweet fool won’t know what hit him.
Once inside the bathroom, I pushed him fully clothed into the shower.
I reached up and fisted a chunk of his thick black curls between my fingers. I pulled down hard. He sounded a quick yelp, opening his mouth, gifting me the opportunity to capture his lips with mine. I penetrated his gaped mouth with my tongue, enjoying the smooth wetness of the inner curves of his hot cavern.
He pushed his tongue past mine and penetrated my mouth in return. I yanked him up by his hair, and his lips released a pitiful cry. He was a good kisser. It felt good when his tongue had invaded my mouth. But, I couldn’t allow him to make me feel too good. It would distract me from carrying out the punishing humiliation I intended to inflict on him.
Chapter 7
“Delicious,” I exaggerated the compliment and forced my eyes to roll to the back of my head while I smacked my lips. “You taste divine.”
“Thanks,” He blushed, and I unfisted his hair allowing him the privilege of standing upright again.
“You know what else tastes divine?” I questioned.
“What?” He asked with his eyes wide open and his tongue wagging outside of his mouth, drooling.
“My pussy. Now get down on your knees and lick it.”
I expected him to balk at my command, but he didn’t. Instead, he instantly dropped down to his knees like a good boy and stuck his tongue out. He pressed his face forward and started licking my pussy. Up and down, over and over again he lapped at the front of my slick folds.
I spread my legs apart to give him better access to my inner lips, and he enthusiastically licked me from the tip of my clit, down across my wet ruffled folds all the way back to my tightly clenched asshole. He twirled the tip of his tongue in circles. Then he flattened it’s width over my ruffles and rubbed. He rubbed and licked and sucked intense pleasure into my body.
This clearly wasn’t his first time pleasuring a woman with his mouth. The man was a master pussy licker, and he owned my body with his tongue.
Damn him. He’s making me lose control. He’s making me cum. My inner walls drew in then clenched tightly. He trusted his tongue inside my convulsing hole and fucked me with it while I came.
I was enjoying the ecstasy of the orgasm he was giving me so much that I almost forgot what I had come to the sex god’s room to do. I had come to drench him in my urine. I was here to humiliate him by giving him a golden shower. I hesitated for a second. Then without giving him any warning, I relaxed my urinary sphincter and allowed a spray of hot piss to flow from my body and stream into his open mouth.
To my surprise, he didn’t pull away in disgust. Instead, he spread his lips widely and latched onto my pussy. With strong sucking motions he drank down my urine as it flowed from my hole. He made loud gurgling and swallowing noises, alternating with satisfied guttural moans.
He was enjoying this. Damn it. I should have known he would. The tabloids didn’t call him Justin Watersports Waters because the man hated golden showers.
I popped my body up onto my tippy toes to try and break the suction of his mouth on my pussy. But the determined billionaire refused to let go. He just lifted his mouth upward, maintaining firm contact with my slippery folds. He kept drinking down my hot, fragrant fluids.
My heart trembled inside my chest. I felt confused. I’d come here to humiliate him. But instead, it appeared that I’d fallen into Mr. Waters’ trap again.
I’d given the man exactly what he’d wanted all along – a pissy playmate. I looked down at his fine Italian suit. It was soiled with my urine, but he didn’t even seem to notice or care that I’d completely ruined the $5000 garment.
My urine had stopped flowing, but he was still lapping at my pussy, licking up the remnants of piss that stuck coated to the skin of my outer pussy lips and inner thighs.
I slapped my open palm over my mouth and laughed out of sheer frustration.
“Yeah, I liked it too,” He laughed with me then went back to licking the now cold urine from my thighs.
Great. Now he thinks I like pissing on him. I thought. The words sounded out with great sarcastic flair inside my mind.
You do like pissing on him. My subconscious mind delivered the thought to my consciousness unexpectedly.
I do not. I argued back, still feeling the luxurious sensations of Mr. Waters’ warm, velvety tongue lapping at my now, slightly chilled, urine-drenched legs.
Almost as if he’d read my mind, he stood up and turned on the shower water. The cold spray of liquid shocked my body, and my nipples tightened into hard stiff pillars. He laughed and thrust his head forward taking one of the tight buds in his warm mouth and sucking on it.
The stream of shower water turned hot and steamy. Mr. Waters’ firm and slippery tongue slid underneath my nipple and tickled pleasure into the tender nub. Reluctantly, and nervously I laughed aloud with pleasure. He darted his tongue in and out of his mouth while he sucked, enveloping the pillow of my breast in luxurious pleasure.
Then without warning he spun my body around and pushed me forward, pressing me hard against the wet shower wall.
“I’m going to claim your pussy now,” he commanded in his low guttural tone.
“But—” I protested.
“I know,” He interrupted, his panting breaths hot and heavy on the back of my neck. “I’ve wronged you. I didn’t ask for your permission to enter your office this morning. And as a result, I caught you in the intimate action of pleasuring yourself with your urine. I apologize. I know my intrusion was unforgivable, but – but, I’m asking you to forgive me my trespass.”
I felt his warm silky lips make soft conta
ct with the nape of my neck. Then they lifted. “Please forgive me, Chassidy.” Tender kisses rained down on my neck and shoulders.
I hesitated to speak.
I felt the weight of his body shift behind me. Then I felt his cock’s head press into me. It was hard and thick and pushing at the slick entrance of my womanly folds.
“Stop!” I shouted.
Instantly, Justin released his grip on my arm and backed his body away from mine.
“I forgive you,” I slapped my hand over my lips. I shook my throbbing forehead against the wet shower wall. I couldn’t believe I’d spoken those words aloud. It was like my conscious mind had no control over my vocal cords or my lips. My subconscious was speaking for me. And I didn’t like it. I wanted to be in control. Me. My control. My choice. My decision.
I parted my lips to correct my last statement. I chugged in a lungful of air ready to spit out venomous, angry words. But before I could speak, my heart jumped up high in my chest, choking off my vocal chords and forcing me to pause.
Had my heart already forgiven him? Or was I just being a pushover, granting my forgiveness simply because he’d asked for it?
I stood silent, searching my mind, heart and body for the truth.
Chapter 8
I knew what I had to do.
I swiveled my body around and knelt down on my knees in front of him. I slipped, and both bony knees hit hard on the slippery shower floor. An electric bolt of pain danced up my already excited nerve endings. I grimaced.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded.
The still fully suited Justin bent down and tipped my chin up with the smooth fingers of one large hand.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
I didn’t respond. I just gazed up at the swarthy giant.
He looked a mess. His curly black hair fell around his face dripping wet as the shower spray saturated it with more and more water. His expensive Italian suit was soaked with both urine and water and was completely ruined. I shook my head free from his grasp to look down.
Oh no, his poor shoes. His brown leather oxfords were destroyed as well. They were waterlogged, and his socks sloshed around inside them because they were full to the brim with a mix of urine and water.
“I want this. I want you,” I told him with a steady and determined tone.
I dipped my body forward and crushed my lips over the tip of his cock. I sucked. I sucked his thick, meaty head fully inside my mouth.
“Mmmm…” I hummed around his cockhead. Unexpectedly, I tasted the saltiness of my urine still stuck to his dick. The shower stream should have washed all traces of my pee away by now, but it hadn’t. I still tasted my tart, salty flavor on his cock. To my surprise, I didn’t pull my mouth away in disgust. Instead, my core heated and a trickle of moisture slicked down my pussy.
I liked—no, I loved the flavor of my own urine. I sucked harder at the tip of his dick. Then I relaxed my throat, pushing myself down along the entire length of his shaft, inviting him deep inside my tightness.
I pulsed my throat muscles in coordinated sucking and drinking motions. I gagged and my eyes watered, but the sinful flavors drove me to keep sucking. Not only willingly, but eagerly, I swallowed down the salty flavor of my urine mixed with the acrid tang of his pre-cum.
Had my subconscious mind known I would love this? It must have. That must be why it had encouraged me to stop being such a clean girl and take a chance at being dirty.
Now I knew that I loved to play dirty.
Perhaps, I’d secretly been a dirty girl all along.
I swung my head back while I spit Justin out of my mouth. He groaned, and his legs shook with the ferocity of our bodies movements. I took two fingers and dipped them down my throat, thoroughly coating them with thick strands of my saliva.
“Drop your pants,” I ordered, and he swiftly complied, unbuttoning himself and dropping his soaked slacks down to his ankles.
Jutting my head forward, I scooped my playmate’s rock hard shaft in my mouth and resumed sucking on its length. Without asking for permission, I wrapped my arm around his bare hip and parted his ass cheeks with my probing fingers. I pushed past the inner curves of his taut buns and searched with my fingertips until I felt the tight pucker of his secret hole.
“Uhhhh,” His entire body shivered, and he began to purr as I slid my wet fingers up and over the sensitive surface of his clenched tightness.
“Mmphi?” I asked, which didn’t make much sense. I’d meant to ask ‘May I?’ But, I couldn’t enunciate properly with his cock stuffed down my throat. My query didn’t matter anyway because he responded to my grunt by relaxing his anal sphincter. I pressed the tip of one finger firmly against his manly hidey hole. My digit met resistance then easily slid inside the hot bundle of muscle as Justin breathed out with a loud exhale.
My mouth smiled into the hardness at the base of his cock. I hummed against his shaft, and my throat vibrated with the satisfaction of a job well done. I pleased both myself and my man well.
Yes, Justin Waters was my man now. He belonged to me. Mine. All mine. I had claimed him as my own the moment I took his cock into my mouth and penetrated his anal canal with my finger.
Now, I’m making my mark on him, nibbling at the base of his cock with my teeth. By morning, he’ll have tiny red patches on his skin where I’m nipping at his flesh. But I don’t think he minds my playful bites. By the way he’s bucking his hips and grunting, I think the man enjoys a bit of rough play.
I twirled my second finger over the entry to his ass and then thrust it deeply inside him. He yelped and clenched his asshole tight. I’m no monster, so I stopped my forceful entry and just allowed my two fingers to sit still inside his convulsing hole.
I quickened the pace of my sucking on his shaft. Up and down I slid my lips along his rigid length. I enjoyed the sensations of the rubbing of his raised veins as they slid bumpy and hard against the softness of my lips and lapping tongue.
When his anal canal had relaxed sufficiently, I began finger fucking him. I penetrated his asshole deeply with the entire length of my long, slender fingers as I milked his cock with my mouth. His ass spasmed violently inside, and his thighs shook. I knew he was about to cum.
“Chassidy?” He screamed my name as a question.
I nodded on his cock, acknowledging his pleading.
“May I?”
I scratched the word Y.E.S. into the flesh of his ball sack with my free hand. He understood, and no sooner had I finished carving the bottom curve of the letter S in his sensitive skin, his entire body convulsed.
He came, shooting long thick spurts of hot creamy cum inside my mouth. I curved my two fingers inside his rear hole and massaged his prostate while his body shivered and shook with the pleasure of his orgasm. I milked his organ and helped it pump out every last drop of its milky fluid into my mouth. I kept sucking my man through his ecstasy, drinking down every single spurt of his warm, tart semen, enjoying its intoxicating scent and flavor.
When he’d finished his screaming and the bucking of his hips, I slid my two fingers out his much abused and pleasured asshole. I slid my head back and allowed his spent cock to slip from between my lips.
“May I, my love?” He asked again, wearing a sheepish grin.
I knew what he wanted…and I wanted it to.
“Yes, you may, my playmate,” I answered while tilting my chin up and stretching my lips as wide as they would open.
I clenched my eyes shut and inhaled deeply through my nostrils. Wanting to enjoy this brand new experience to its fullest, I dipped my fingers down to my slick with arousal clit and slid my fingers up and over the hard pulsing nub. I imagined my man smiling down at me as he watched me rub pleasure into my clit.
I played with my body in the exact ways I enjoy most. I didn’t need to be timid in front of Justin. I didn’t need to hold back or hide what I desired. He’d already seen the dirtiest parts of me. He’d seen right to my core – and it was clea
r he liked what he saw.
Electric sparks of ecstasy danced along the nerve endings of my throbbing nub and shot up like fireworks inside my pussy. As my insides convulsed, my mouth closed slightly while I grinned with satisfaction.
“Open wide, my lady,” Justin’s voice was more playful than I had ever heard it before. “Here Chassidy, enjoy some of my hot liquid love.”
Laughter burst from his lips as his urine stream shot out powerful from his cock like a cannon blast. Hot sprays of fragrant urine splashed onto my face. I was surprised. The scent was strong musk with a hint of sweet spice, almost like expensive perfume gone slightly sour.
I inhaled as the hot fountain of fluid poured over my lips then into my mouth. I gargled and pushed my tongue up, spilling some it from my mouth. Then I relaxed my neck and shoulders and gave myself over to the pleasure of the experience. I swallowed.
I gulped down my playmate’s hot liquid love. I luxuriated in its hot rich broth. I was surprised to feel my cheeks flush and my chest warm. Drinking my Justin’s urine filled me with comfort deeper than any I’d ever known before. I felt safe, warm and protected. I felt loved.
His stream trickled to a drip, and I slowly opened my eyes. Justin’s face was sopping wet. But it wasn’t wet with shower water. The tall, powerful, muscular man was crying. His soulful brown eyes were shedding tears. I’d never seen a man cry before, and I was enraptured by the sweet spectacle of his overflowing emotion. His tearful sentiment was endearing and made my heart ache with love for him.
Justin ripped off his tie, coat and dress shirt, throwing them into a wet bundle behind him. With one powerful burst, he bent down and lifted me up into his strong arms. He pressed my softness to the hard, chiseled lines of his chest and tilted his head forward, capturing my lips in a kiss.
Full of desire for him, I pushed my lips upward, smashing hard against the line of his mouth. I kissed him with the raw power and animalistic ferocity of my lust. Our tongues waged battle in each other’s mouths. His tongue pinned mine down; then mine pinned his. I yelped against his lips.
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