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(She's a Whore, continued...)

“I want you to pee on me!” you blurt out.

Lucy’s face falls. “Did you just say what I think you just said?”

You nod eagerly. “I think about you peeing on me all the time. So let’s do that.”

Lucy backs away. “Sorry Sean, that’s not on my menu.”

Disappointment sets in. “But I specifically asked the agency for a girl who does water sports.”

“Really?” she asks dubiously. “They didn’t tell me. But it wouldn’t be the first time they’ve sprung something like this on me. There was that guy who wanted to milk me like a cow…”

“Come on Lucy,” you beg. “I am paying double, after all.”

She looks at you seriously for a few moments, then rolls her eyes. “Oh what the hell. Sean, if that’s what turns you on, who am I to judge? How do we do this?”

Oh joy! Lucy has actually agreed to piss on you. All your dreams have come true! You lead her in to the bathroom and cover the floor with towels, then lie on your back. She starts to take off her panties.

“No wait, leave them on!” you stammer.

“Really? You want me to pee my pants? These are really expensive…”

“Pleeeeaaase!”

“Oh for God’s sake! Okay, where do you want it? On your face?”

“My chest is fine.”

She gets down on her knees and straddles your body. You can see her pussy through her sheer panties. Somewhere within her delicate folds lies the opening of her urethra, the fount of golden ambrosia!

“I’m not really prepared for this. I don’t know how much you’re gonna get,” she warns.

“Just do your best. Oh, and Lucy…”

“Yes?”

“You haven’t had asparagus today, have you?”

She laughs. “Let’s just get this over with.”

You lie there, trembling with excitement. A look of concentration transforms her pretty features. You wait. And wait. The suspense is killing you.

“It’s difficult getting started, especially in my underwear,” she says apologetically. She reaches over to the basin and turns on the tap for some auditory encouragement.

You stare at her crotch, mentally willing the piss out of her. It seems that the sound of running water is starting to do the trick. A damp spot appears, then quickly widens to a wet patch. The skimpy underwear isn’t much of a barrier. Warm drips of urine start to drop on your chest.

“Oh yes!” you sigh, your eyelids fluttering in pleasure.

The drips become a trickle, then a tentative stream. Lucy’s piss starts trickling down into your armpits, deliciously warm and slightly fragrant, but not pungent. She contracts an internal muscle and the stream becomes a brief spurt. Three more spurts follow, spattering your neck.

You reach down and start jacking your cock as Lucy empties the rest of her bladder all over your chest and stomach. When she’s finished she sits on your stomach in her drenched panties and wipes herself up and down. It’s heaven.

“Did you like that, Sean?” she asks.

“Oh yeah. And now it’s my turn!” you reply.

“Your turn?” she asks with daggers in her voice.

“Yeah, now I get to pee on you,” you explain, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Like hell you do!” she objects, possibly not one-hundred-percent on board with your plan.

“But Lucy, I had four bottles of spring water while I was waiting for you to arrive. You don’t want it to go to waste, do you?” you point out reasonably.

It takes quite a lot of convincing and a sizeable increase in her fee before you get Lucy to co-operate. But she’s a dirty whore, so it’s a lot easier getting her to do it than, for example, your mother.

You position her on her knees in the shower cubicle and point your stiff dick in her direction while she waits in trepidation.

Pissing with an erection is difficult when you are trying to aim down into the toilet bowl, but it’s a lot easier when you’re aiming horizontally at a pretty girl and accuracy isn’t required. The main problem is that you have to force the urine through your stiff dick in multiple high-pressure spurts. Lucy discovers this to her detriment.

It isn’t so much a golden shower as a golden firehose, splashing her neck and tits. “Ewwww gross!” she howls, recoiling from the stream as trickles of piss run down her body. But the cubicle is small and there’s nowhere to escape the jets of pee that blast from your cock as you jerk it. She shuts her eyes and makes a face as you piss in her hair and it runs in golden rivulets down her face.

By the time you are finished your friend is soaked in piss from head to toe and she’s kneeling in a yellow puddle. You flick the final drops at her, admiring the way her body glistens and shines, steaming slightly. She wipes her eyes and looks up at you with a traumatized look on her face, which turns into despair when she sees that you’re jacking yourself off less than a foot from her head.

“Oh that’s just fucking brilliant! You’re gonna cum on me as well?” she howls.

“You’ve gone this far Lucy,” you groan. “Not long now!”

She kneels there, watching in resignation as your hand becomes a blur on your shaft. She looks so beautiful covered in your pee. You’ve marked your territory and now she’s all yours!

You groan and tremble as you lose control and shoot your load. You cum copiously, and with even less accuracy than your pissing. Lucy cops it mostly in her wet hair, her forehead, nose and chin. Semen mixed with pee drips from her tits to her stocking-clad thighs. You take her by the back of the head and rub your knob over her neck and ear as the last of your jizz oozes out.

You stand back and survey your handiwork. First she was basted, now she’s glazed.

Lucy claims the shower first. She’s in there for half an hour. For some reason she wants to be thorough.

You wait patiently as her piss dries on your skin, then decide it might be nice to go to bed like this and leave your shower until the morning. You take her discarded panties and put them on your face, taking deep breaths through the damp, aromatic fabric.

Happy and content, you fall asleep like this. Lucy lets herself out.

The End


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