“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 anahin 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 anmmmas 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.
“Go help her,” Heath tells Josh, and my boyfriend appears to the side of me, kneeling down on the tiles to grip my face.
“Keep your mouth open,” he says, and I nod as I do as I’m told.
He lifts my head forward, and supports the back, and it helps. More of the stream lands in my mouth, my tongue lolling and greedy as I splutter.
“Fuck her harder,” Josh tells Heath. “Make her feel it.”
Heath buries two more fingers in my pussy. It makes me ache… deep… and sets the flow loose. Truly loose…
I’m floating free as I fully express myself, spilling a cascade of piss like the fountain Heath wanted. It spurts from above to run like a waterfall down over my tits. A torrent of rapids splashing over rocks to end up in the hungry well of my open mouth.
“Good girl,” Josh says, and laps at my wet cheek. “Fuck, yes, that tastes so good. You’re lucky you get one whole round for yourself.”
I never thought I’d feel lucky to get to drink one whole load of my own piss while it spills all over me, but I do feel lucky. It’s not the taste, it’s the attention. The pride in the filth I feel performing for Heath… and for my filthy boyfriend.
It’s a relief for the truecurvaside of me to come back to the fore. I’m nothing but a hardcore entertainer again, and Heath is nothing but a client. I do his bidding for my reward, and I’ll take whatever I’m given to serve him.
