He Drinks My Pee Then Fucks My Ass
When I remove my hand, a small trickle of urine escapes. Elijah kisses my pussy and flicks my clit with his tongue gently, sucking the drop of piss from my pussy-flaps.
My husband and I have made up a little game. It all starts with me asking him, “May I please have your permission to pee?”
Sometimes he says “Yes, go ahead, honey,” and other times, he says “Not yet, hold it”.
And I do whatever he tells me.
“May I go pee now, please?” I’ll ask again an hour or so later, with bated breath, struggling as my pussy tickles and my bowels bulge
“I told you NO!” he roars at me.
I jump up and down, fidget, cover my crotch with my palm, and whine, but I keep it all in until my body spasm. By this time, I’ve gone to my man and kneeled before him, holding his hand to my brow and kissing it.
“I’m trying so hard, Elijah, but I can’t hold it any longer.”
“You should know better. You know what’s going to happen if you pee without my permission,” he says.
“Oh, no, please, I’m so sorry!”
My brow furrows, and I stand up, stamping my foot and fiercely clutching my crotch.
Some time later, he gets up to get a glass of water and drinks it while running the tap and staring at me at the kitchen table. I take a deep breath and rise up after shuddering.
Elijah keeps a close eye on the dark stain that forms and spreads down my inner thighs.
“You’ve done it now”, he says, disappointed. “How dare you, you filthy animal.”
As I empty my bladder, he continues to chastise me. I’m standing in a forming puddle, my own pale piss. “I said wait, and I mean wait, you know you get to pee when I tell you you can. How are you going to make it up to me now?”
“Assfucking?” I ask, biting my lip.
“That’s the right answer.” Elijah says in a sinister tone.
I take off my trousers and tank top and enter our bedroom.
I get the lube, which we keep in the side table drawer, and smear a large glob onto my finger before reaching around and smoothing it onto my asshole.
I return to the kitchen, nipples erect, pussy dripping, and still drenched in piss.
“I’m sorry about the pee, Elijah, and I’ll do better next time,” I mumble, “my asshole is ready for your cock.”
I’m not new to anal sex.
For many years, I’ve been getting my ass fucked. Elijah is a large guy with a big dick. It’s both long and wide. He has the ability to last a long time, and he typically does. We move to the couch, and I get down on all fours with my knees on the couch’s arm, like the filthy fuck-pig I am, while he stands behind me.
He inserts his cock and breaks my asshole.
He knows he can fuck me hard, so he does it all the time.
My ass smacks his pelvis as he pounds the entire length of his cock into my rear entry. I hold his cock with my anal muscles and savour the sensation. I’m in heaven as I slap my piss-soaked clit. He’s been inside my colon for a long time, and I’ve had to postpone my orgasm several times.
I want to cum the harder he fucks my asshole.
We eventually explode together, making even more of a mess.
For our evening out, I’m wearing a black cocktail dress.
For the better part of the afternoon, I’ve been resisting the urge to pee.
Elijah stands behind me, grabs my breasts, and watches me touch up my makeup in the mirror.
One hand slowly presses down my abdomen, then hikes up my skirt. Elijah’s huge hands caress my already wet pussy. He inserts a finger, then another, and pumps them in and out of my cunt while breathing into my hair.
“Please, Elijah, let me pee now before we leave”, I pleaded with him.
“No, sweetie, you have to keep it all night till we come home.”
“Oh, Elijah, this is going to be too fucking hard; how am I going to be able to act normal all night in front of all those people?”
“You’re a good girl. Here,” he says, offering me a little leather-stuffed ball. “If you have to, squeeze this.”
“Oh, thank you so much, you’re really sweet”, I tell him, my sarcasm showing
I sit in the passenger seat on the way to the restaurant, clutching my pussy with my hand to relieve strain on my kegel muscles. Elijah reaches over and strokes my thighs with his hand on my abdomen, then beneath my dress.
We arrive at the restaurant and are promptly seated near a fireplace. The music is gentle, and the lighting is dim.
“Good evening, may I get you a cocktail?” the waiter inquires.
“Two vodka martinis, please.” Elijah responds. “And bring a nice, big jug of water for my wife, she’s thirsty.”
When the waiter left the table, I shot him an angry and frustrated look.
“You may keep one hand under the table, clamped on your crotch, so you don’t leak; no one will notice, it’s so dark in here”, Elijah tells me.
The waiter came back with our beverages, took our order, and then disappeared.
“Drink up, darling, that entire glass right now, or I’ll make you down the full pitcher.”
I breathe deeply and inhale the glass of water.
“Oh, no!” I cry. I tighten my grip on my pussy muscles and make small fists with my jaw clenched.
I reach under the table and use my hand to keep the pee inside my twat.
I shuddered as every muscle in my body worked to keep the leak from happening. A monstrous wave pushed against my bladder, pleading for release.
Then a miracle occurred. I breathed a sigh of relief as the monster’s need subsided just a little. “I’m feeling a little better now.” I stated.
“Good.” Elijah replied.
I was stuffed after the meal, a bottle of wine, and a coffee.
“All right, you stay here while I go to the little boys room”, Elijah tells me, getting up to leave the table.
I look at him enviously as he walks to the bathroom.
He reappears after a few moments.
“Wow, it felt great”, he tells me with an evil grin.
“Can we now leave?” I beg.
He agrees after a few seconds of torment.
As I turn and rise to walk, I muster energy in every muscle to clamp down on my kegel muscles.
“Don’t pee in this car, I swear to god, or you’ll receive a severe penalty”, Elijah warns me as I squirm next to him.
“Well, then, hurry!” I exclaim.
“You just hold it until we get home, and then you ask me for permission, like a nice girl, and you’ll be able to pee. You know the rules.”
“Oh, yesss, all right… I’ll hold it.”
As we pull into our driveway, I have already opened the door; as the car slows, I get out and hurry to the door.
On the inside, I wait for Elijah: “Elijah, may I please have permission to pee now?” I ask as soon as he walks in.
“Hmm, I’m not sure”, Elijah says as he removes his jacket and tie and kneels. “Come over here, baby, and straddle my face.”
I approached him, my hand clenched around my pussy. Elijah’s head is right under my cunt as I stand with my legs spread. He kisses the back of my hand, which is still clutching my pussy.
“Let me kiss it,” he says.
When I remove my hand, a small trickle of urine escapes. Elijah kisses my pussy and flicks my clit with his tongue gently, sucking the drop of piss from my pussy-flaps.
“You’ll have to wait a little longer, baby, until I force you to cum with my tongue, and then you’ll be able to pee.”
“Elijah, you’re a jerk. I’m about to fucking explode! Fuck, just start licking already, or I’ll never be able to hold it any longer.”
“You’ll have to wait till I’m done eating that pussy, darling”, Elijah mumbles into my clit.
With his tongue, he makes steady, rhythmic circles around my clit. Then, with his lips flushed on my pussy, he slides his tongue faster…when I cum, the waves of ecstasy are immense.
“Pee right into my mouth, sweetie, I want to drink it, drink you.”
As I let go of my kegel muscles and allow a day’s worth of piss to gush over my husband’s mouth, face, chest, and legs, I cry out in pleasure.
I’m no longer full, and I know I’ve been a good girl.
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