32 comments/ 385652 views/ 77 favorites Forced to Pee By: sweetnpetite Authors Note: The following story contains bondage, domination, anal sex, rough sex, humiliation, forced submission, and lots of really nasty talk. If you can't handle that much kink then this is not the story for you. If the preceding warning has got you all hot and bothered, read on: It was late autumn, the day of my little sister's back to school pool party. College was but a memory to me, but in honor of Samantha starting her first year at state, I had dutifully attended her little fiesta, complete with the appropriate "themed" attire. Actually, I'm not sure how appropriate it was but I do know that my hunky boyfriend Ben appreciated it. He took one look at my white cotton halter top, my little plaid mini-skirt and those strappy high-heel sandals and it was all I could do to keep him from feeling me up right there in front of all my sisters pre-freshman friends.. Stubborn Ben had pretty much refused to dress up at all and showed up wearing a pair of blue jeans and a snap-up denim shirt with cut-off type sleeves that showed off his strong sexy arms and even matched the indigo blue of his eyes. I saw him get out of the truck and walk toward me like a county outlaw. My very own extra sexy rebel without a cause, more than fashionably late and not remotely dressed for the occasion. But man he looked fine. "How's the party?" he asked approaching my table. I peered coolly at him over my glasses from the beach chair I was currently lounging on. "Not the best outfit for a pool party. Are you planning to swim in that" "What's the point, you never swim." "What, and ruin my hair?" I ask rhetorically. "I spent half the morning on it." "No kidding, and it still looks like that?" he joked. "Ha, he wise guy. You knew I was high maintenance when you met me." "Yeah, we'll have to do something about that," he said wrangling a spot on my pool side lounge chair. When he sat down beside me and started to rub my feet, I couldn't argue. He was playing with the little bow by the toes. "These shoes give me so many ideas," he said, tracing the straps that circled my tan slender calves. I swatted his hand playfully. "You're so bad!" I chuckled. "You know you like it," he said, tracing the line of my halter top with a bend knuckle. The shivers he sent through my body nearly caused me to spill my fruity red drink down my white shirt. That would have pissed me off. "Careful!" I hissed. Too late I saw the hurt look in his eyes. What made me value my shirt over this sweet man's feelings? I put my drink down and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I'm sorry," I purred, squeezing him close so that my braless b-cup breasts were pressing through the thin fabric of my shirt against his chest. I heard his involuntary growl of pleasure and knew that I was forgiven. "Hey lets get out of here," I suggested. "Sam won't mind if I cut out early. I'm like the old lady around here." "I'd hardly call 25 old," said my dutifully sweet stud. I kissed him on the cheek as I got up. I found my sister returning from the kitchen, overloaded with several packs of wine coolers. I took half of them and carried them to the cooler that was sitting in the shade under the big table with the sun umbrella. "Hey, sis. Great party. You don't mind if Ben takes me home do you?" "Little early in the day for that isn't it Nora?" she teased. I smiled innocently, "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about." "Oh PLEASE! He's drooling so bad over that outfit, we practically have two pools. Its a good thing there are no other guys at this party, or he'd probably go into a jealous rage!" she laughed and added. "Well, go on. I wouldn't stick around here if I had a chance to get laid." "Samantha!" I admonished. It makes me uneasy when she talks like that. I prefer to think of her as my innocent little sister, but she refuses to indulge my delusions. She just rolled her eyes at me and gave me a friendly shove. "I'll see you tomorrow," I said walking back toward Ben. "Everything's all set," I tell him, grabbing a soda on my way to the truck. We wave to Sam as we scurry off toward the the driveway. "I feel like we're back in high school, skipping class or something," I say as he sneaks a hand up my skirt. He opens my door, and uses the opportunity of me having to climb up to get in to cop himself a generous feel. "Help yourself," I joke. "I always do," he tells me going around to get in his own side. "All those straps and ties," he says admiring me form the driver side, "are driving me wild. I just keep imaging all the ways I could tie you up with you're clothes." "Hey, keep your kinky bondage fantasies to yourself," I tease, feeling my nipples perk up at the mention of being tied up. The heat was just beginning to lift off the day. Ben drove slowly so we could have the windows down to enjoy the rare friendly weather without messing up my hair. While he drove, he slid his hand up my leg, teasing me languidly. He wasn't in a hurry, he knew the longer he teased and aroused me, the more willing I would be to to anything he might suggest. I too enjoy our games with ropes, spankings, and blindfolds, , but I require a certain amount of coaxing to bring out my dirtiest side. His hand found my bikini bottoms. "White cotton, hu?" he said, identifying one of his favorite pairs by the feel. "How virginal." He looked almost smug now and I wondered what he had up his sleeve. It was hard to tell if he was planning something specific, or was just enjoying the dirty thoughts that my white cotton panties brought into his mind. As his hand roamed around the underside of my skirt, I started having a few dirty thoughts of my own. I wiggled into his hand and started caressing his inner thigh. He grunted and pushed my hand directly over my crotch. I could feel the bulge under the stretching denim. We drove like this for several miles, through the countryside back toward our apartment in town. I tried to tease him by taking long gulping drinks on my soda, and licking the bottle neck suggestively. It worked, he noticed and I could feel his package twitch around in its tight confinement. As we played with each other in the car, I hadn't noticed that the scenery didn't look familiar any more. "Did you take a wrong turn somewhere? I don't recognize this road." He looked more carefully ahead of him. The countryside was even more rural than usual, it was like we were in the middle of now where. "Wow, Nor-" he said looking around bemusedly. "You must have really distracted me with that little schoolgirl outfit. This looks like the other side of the county." "The other side of the county? But then we've been driving for-" "Almost two hours," he said consulting his watch. "Boy time flies when your being fresh." "Your always fresh," I say making another grab for his crotch. "Better not. Not just yet anyway. I need to keep my mind on the road so I can figure out how to get us out of here." I sat beside him silently nursing my pop while he got us back on track, I heard him sigh with relief when he found a road he recognized and realized he was familiar with these particular back-roads. "Won't they ever get around to paving these?" he complained. I could tell from his tone that he was in familiar territory and there was nothing to worry about anymore. The old truck jounced and lunged down the gravely country road. I had finished my drink and was beginning to feel the pressure against my bladder, made worse by the perilous drive. "Find a rest stop, I gotta pee," I told Ben. "I think there's a gas station right up the road," he assured me. "We should be there in a few minutes." I tightened my pelvic muscles against the assault of the jarring ride. Minutes began to seem like hours as the pressure increased on my abdomen. "I really gotta go," I nagged. I was growing impatient and whiny. It wasn't like I couldn't hold it any longer, I just worried that we weren't going to find a bathroom in time. "Look, I can't go much faster without landing us in a ditch," he said, pressing gently on the gas pedal. The effect was that each bump in the road now bounced us higher, and brought me down harder on my burdened belly. "Ouch!" I hollered in pain. "Sorry, babe. I'm just trying to get us there. Do you want me to slow down?" "Please," I said in a frail voice. I crossed my legs tighter. The road continued, it seemed forever with no sign of civilization anywhere. We passed a farm house and Ben asked me if I wanted to try there. "No way," I said. "I wouldn't feel right asking some stranger if I could use their john. Let's just keep driving." Several more miles past, my need grew more urgent. I could feel the tightening of my waistband over my swollen abdomen. I winced each time we hit another pit or rock. We turned and the truck lurched but stayed on the road. I clenched my hands and scrunched up my face. I didn't want to go back to that farmhouse, but what else could I do? "Go back," I conceded. "I'll ask at the farmhouse." "Ok," he said, "I'll turn right up here." He tried to reassure me by running his free hand over the top and back of my head, but it had the effect of making me shiver in what would normally be a pleasurable way, but now made me almost loose my bladder control. He had intended to turn, but the road ahead narrowed making any maneuver impossible. If fact, if an oncoming car where to appear, I don't know what we would have done. The road was now beginning to take on the properties of a dirt path. We where tossed tempestuously every which way. "Uhg," I said, feeling as if I had been punched. "Just let me out and I'll go behind a tree." "Are you kidding? I can't stop the car here, I'll never get it restarted!" "Ben gripped the steering wheel tightly, a look of grim determination overtook him. I white-knuckled the door handle, praying for release. Luckily the rough patch cleared up before one of our tires blew out, or something worse. "Well, that's that," I said. "No going back down that road. Just pull over now,and I'll go behind the car or something." "I don't think its safe. You never know who could be out here." "Ben! We're out here. There's no one else. I gotta go soon. I just can't hold it any more." "OK," he said smiling. "I'll find a place to pull over up ahead." I looked at him trying to cover a smirk, and began to think he was having a joke at my expense. "It's Not Funny!"I shouted. Much to my annoyance, he let a faltering chuckle escape his lips. I pursed my lips in anger. "I'm sorry. You're right its not funny. Look I'm pulling over right here." True to his word, he slowed the truck and edged over to the side of the road. I was surprised when he got out and came around to open my door. "I still don't think its safe, right by the road. And I don't want you wandering out here alone, there could be wild animals. I'll just walk with you until we find a place that looks safe, and I'll stand guard at a polite distance." He explained all this as we walked away from the road. "I really don't think all of that is necessary," I said feeling a little overprotected by his behavior. "Just let me do this, please," he entreated "It'll make me feel better ok?" "Fine, I don't feel like arguing," I said yanking on his arm as I stalked toward a clump of treas. I walked as quickly as I could manage while still keeping my legs tight and close to prevent an embarrassing accident. We got to the trees and I realized I was still holding his hand. "Well go on," I said, releasing my grip and nudging him away. To my surprise, he backed me into a tree instead and pressed his lips to mine in what would have ordinarily been a toe-curling kiss. As it was, it brought a frustrated attempt from me to push him away, but his strength won out over my discomfort. "What are you doing!" I hissed when he finally released me. "My eyeballs are swimming, I don't feel like making out!" He just smiled a silly grin and ran his hands down my sides. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of his warm hands traveling my body, but it would have required me to relax my grip on my bladder. I was feeling dizzy and confused by the time he reached under my skirt to remove my panties. "What are you doing?" I asked. I was tense and bewildered "You can't go to the bathroom with these on. I just thought I'd help you out. You don't look like you could have bent down to get them yourself." "Uh, ok," I replied, thinking that he was acting very weird. "You can go now." "I don't think so," he postulated, reaching up my skirt to finger my aching slit. My pussy was soon enough wet from his touch, but my earnest need had not been alleviated. I was in no mood for games. "Knock it off. I told you I have to pee." "So go," he said, still grinning like a cat over a fish bowl. "Come on, knock it off," I insisted, pushing him away. This really didn't make sense. We were the kind of couple that ALWAYS shut the bathroom door. One of us wouldn't even use the toilet if the other was in the shower. What the hell had gotten into him? He resisted my efforts to brush him aside. "Go ahead," he said, continuing to finger me. I pressed my body hard against the tree, trying to keep my pelvic muscles tight despite his insistent touch. "I'm not going to stop until you're done," he said with an evil sort of grin. I tried once more to push him away, but I no longer had any arm strength. I sunk back against the tree. "I can't," I protested feebly. "I'm too uncomfortable with this. Can we please not do this?" "What do you think?" he said continuing to massage my lower lips. "Just relax and let go." Again he ran his free hand over the top of my head. He tried to sound comforting and reassuring yet still insistent. I knew there was no point in resisting any more. I tried to relax, I really did. His finger stroked my clit, sending little shocks of pleasure through me, I thought if I stopped fighting, the flow would come effortlessly. I closed my eyes thinking that if I couldn't see him, maybe the embarrassment would lesson, I could forget he was there, try to pretend I was alone, maybe even pretend it was my own hand. "I can't do this," I said again. He continued to fondle me, pressing more insistently but not saying a word. I kept my eyes shut and this time, I tried to force myself. Still no release. I grew more and more frustrated, both with myself and with him. My body was aching for release, but refused to betray and shame me. The pain was growing more and more unbearable. He continued to finger me, and also reached up to squeeze my breast. He leaned close to breath softly on my ear, an action that he knew would drive me wild. My breathing became shallow and hard. Sensing the tension that was building within me, he reached out with his tongue and brushed lightly over the top of my ear, causing a pleasurable tickle to race through my body. He then took a hold of the tip of my earlobe gently with his teeth, and nibbled softly. He slid two fingers up and inside of me, pumping against my cervix, a move that generally causes me to gush, but now with more at stake, my pelvic muscles relaxed involuntarily. My body started to shake as I felt the hot stream at last run down my leg, slowly just a few drops escaped, then his finger sped up and suddenly the trickle increased to a steady stream and then a deluge. The combined release of my bladder and my pelvis created a cumulative climax that shook me harder than any I'd ever experienced before. The darkness behind my closed eyelids turned to white, expanded all around me, exploded like a new star being born. I felt myself floating and then falling. His arms went around me, catching me before I hit the ground. I heard him whisper, "breath." I must have been holding my breath. I began to breath, slowly deliberately, and the world began to come back into focus around me. I straightened myself, standing with my back once again to the tree. My head lowered, I opened my eyes and looked at the wet grass. He took my chin and turned my head to face him. "Can you stand?" he asked. I nodded, and he let go of me to unfasten his belt. "W-what...?" I tried to ask. "I have to pee too." I tried to move away from the tree, but was still too weak. His pants fell around his ankle. He put his hand on my shoulder and I tried to shrug him away. I didn't want to look at him, but he kept turning my head, forcing me to meet his eyes. He placed one hand beneath my chin commanding my gaze, not letting me off the hook for one second. He lifted his other hand bringing his damp fingers too my lips. "Lick," he directed. I pressed my eyelids shut again and flicked out my tongue, experiencing for the first time, the acrid taste of my own urine. I was compelled to lap at his fingers like a house-pet being disciplined for messing on the carpet. "Open your eyes," he demanded softly but emphatically. I did as I was told despite the shame and humiliation of being forced to clean my own pee from his hand. It was my disgrace he was after and he took pleasure in my embarrassment. "That felt good didn't it?" he asked me, holding steady his direct gaze. I felt my face flush as I answered him, the only answer he would accept and also the truth."Yes." "And you enjoyed being degraded and humiliated for my pleasure didn't you?" Yes, we did play those games. Often he would spank me and call me degrading names. We both enjoyed it immensely, but he had turned the intensity up a few notches, this was nothing like the shame I had felt before. And yet it excited me and he knew it. And he would force me to admit it. "Yes," I complied, adding to my discomfort. I felt at that moment incredibly humbled and low. I had no idea how much lower he was to take me. Before the day was over my shame would reach a new depth. "My little slut. You know you're my little fuck toy. I have more games to play with you today. You are going to satisfy my nastiest little urges, until you feel like a piece of trash. When I'm done with you, you will know who you belong to, because I am going to mark you as my property. I have to take a piss, and I'm going to do it in your mouth." "No!" I argued, turning from my job of cleaning his hand. He slapped my face. "Did I tell you to stop licking me?" He had never hit me on the face before, and I knew I could opt out of this by saying his name, and the game would stop, we'd go back to the car and he'd probably never push me this far again, but it was a point of pride with me, saying his name was like giving up, admitting defeat. It was the one thing I had and I didn't want to give it up just yet. So I let the sting of the slap permeate my cheeks and went back to hungrily cleaning my bitter extract from his damp digits. As the sting faded into a burn and melded with my shame, I came to know his hold over me. I confronted his gaze wanting only to bring him pleasure. I would make myself enjoy every part of this game, I would let him see that I really was a wanton slut, eager for anything he could dish out. The idea filled me with delight as I licked him lustily, feeling the moisture again building between my legs. He chuckled. "I knew you where a fantastic cock cleaner, but I didn't know you'd enjoy the taste of your own piss so much. Just wait till you taste mine. I can't wait to see it splashing over your tongue and lips, leaking out of your mouth, rolling down your chin, cascading down your body. I'm going to give you a bath of hot fluid piss. Get down on your knees and open up." He shoved me roughly to the ground. I tipped my head up, and stretched my mouth wide, and rolled my tongue out. He allowed me now to close my eyes as he loosed his amber deluge over my face. He rained jets of hot piss over my face, like a fountain his liquids continued to spurt into my mouth, rolling out, splashing off my cheeks, dampening my shirt, soaking my hair. I labored to keep it from going up my nose, holding my breath, and swallowing what I could. "Drink it like its champagne." I heard him say over the splashing of liquid gold against my skin. I did my best to accommodate him. I leaned forward slightly to keep it from going up my nose and gulped noisily. Forced to Pee 11:30 PM Club Phoenix "Do it!" the man screamed, thumbing back the hammer on his pistol, "piss yourself, right now!" Alice looked at the myriad of faces surrounding her through rapidly blurring eyes -- never in her darkest nightmares had she imagined such torture. She didn't want to do it (piss her skin-tight white jeans in front of the entire club) but the man's gleaming, deadly-looking pistol pointed directly at her face was a great motivator. She tried to relax, imagining that she was alone in the bathroom, she tried everything but her shy bladder wouldn't cooperate. Looking up -- only then realizing that she'd been staring at her crotch -- Alice stared at the man with tear-filled eyes, "please," she sobbed, "I can't do it..." BANG! The gun roared and everyone, including Alice, jumped. "Yes, you can," the man said softly, his gun smoking, disintegrated drywall dust falling about his face, "you can, and you fucking will!" The lustful anger in his voice, and the unwavering gun held in his outstretched hand, said that he would accept nothing less. "Okay, you're shy, I get it...how about I help you out?" he smiled wickedly, "I'm going to give you to the count of five, and if I don't see a stream running down your legs by then, I'm going to shoot you in the head. How's that?" Alice let out a shuddering sob of despair. "One," the man said. Alice tried her best, pushing for all she was worth, but it just wouldn't come -- it was as if there was an invisible catheter, preventing her from controlling her own body. "Two." She began to shake, fear overriding all else in her mind. No longer did she wonder why everyone was just standing around, pointing, laughing; no longer did she wonder why no one had called the police, or did anything to intervene; she didn't ask because she knew the answer -- they wanted to see it too! "Three." "Please no, please no, please no," she chanted under her breath. "Four," his voice echoed ominously in the silent club. All of a sudden there was a pattering noise, which gradually grew to a loud splash in conjunction with a feeling of warmth in her groin. Alice looked down to see the front of her white jeans darken as her urine saturated them, and then began to drip through in a steady stream onto the floor; inadvertently, her hands flew to her crotch, attempting to cover the embarrassing yellow stain. Her face flushed red and her pent-up tears let out. "Move your hands!" the man's voice came again. Alice barely understood. "Yeah, move your hands!" a new voice said. "Let's see that pissy pussy of yours!" ventured a third. Soon, the entire collection of people were shouting out vile comments and crude threats; they varied greatly, from comments calling her a baby, all the way to violent threats -- things the owners were going to do to her for peeing on their floor. Alice unconsciously adopted a pose that she'd used her whole life: her index finger touching her upper lip, which was peeled back in a horrified grimace, her other hand remaining over her crotch; the only thought bouncing about in her horrified mind was the truth of the old saying "pissing your pants will only keep you warm for so long." She remembered the last time she'd wet herself -- she'd been drunk, 18, and at a party -- and she remembered the humiliation; this time, however, it was much worse. "Looks like somebody had too much to drink," a man's voice called out, to a round of laugher. "I can't believe she's still going!" And indeed, she did; she peed for what felt like an eternity before the strong stream of urine slowed, and then tapered off. The room was eerily silent. The front of Alice's pants was soaked, the yellow wetness travelling down the back of her pants, pooling about her ankles; Alice's legs were cold, especially where her jeans had become plastered to them. "Very good," the man with the gun said softly. "You really pissed like a racehorse," he lowered the gun, "You really did have too much to drink." Then there was a bright flash; then another, and another. Alice didn't realize what it was at first, but slowly, with a growing sense of horror, she realized that the flashes were coming from cameras. Only a few at first, but increasing as the seconds ticked on -- tens, no, hundreds of pictures were being taken. It took all Alice had to remain standing where she was -- in a pool of her own cooling urine -- and face the crowd. She desperately wanted to leave, to run away and never leave her apartment again...but the gun, she couldn't move while the gun was pointed at her. The pictures stopped. The man put his gun away. "I don't think I'll need that anymore," he said, "because you're not going anywhere, are you?" Alice didn't understand. "What?" she mumbled, her voice low and ashamed. "You're not going anywhere until you pay your debt," the man's face pulled back in his horrible grin. "You owe the owners of this fine establishment for ruining their carpet with your piss." The crowd began to voice their support, "Yeah," echoed the popular reply, "you owe them. You gotta pay your debt!" The man nodded his head emphatically to each cry. "You will pay your debt, or these pictures -- hundreds of pictures -- will find their way onto the internet tonight. You don't want the world to know what a piss slut you are?" he asked her, rhetorically. Alice shook her head. "That's what I thought; so you're saying you will pay your debt?" She nodded. "No matter how much it is?" Again, a nod. "Good. I think it's time we ask the owners what they think is fair compensation. Owners?" Two men came forward, pushing their way through the crowd to stand beside the man. One of them, a short fat man, spoke for them both. "We got a job where you can pay us back," he said. "It's in the back..." Alice nodded her head in silent agreement. * * * 2:30 am The crowd had all gone and the place was quiet at last. The only people to remain were the owners, and the man with the gun. After all the last minute tasks were done, and the place was ready to close, they met up together, beers in hand. "Well guys, what do you think, should we check up on our new girl?" the man with the gun said, drinking deep from his Rolling Rock. "I'm up for it -- it's been what, three hours since we put her in?" the fat owner replied. "Let's go!" Walking quickly, they passed the spot where Alice had been forced to piss earlier in the evening. It'd been scrubbed down by the hapless girl before they took her to her job, but there still was a stain on the carpet. "I'm thinking you'd better keep her there for a while," gun man said, "she really did a number on your floor." The owners merely nodded in agreement. Passing the spot, they made their way down a hallway marked "Washrooms," until they came upon the men's room. Opening the door, they stepped into the filthy room. Inside it was dark, cold and damp, and Alice was sitting on the floor, her arms and legs spread and handcuffed to metal rails on either side. Her head was propped up, a black funnel tapped to it. Her eyes were filled with terror and disgust, and another emotion that the men found surprising: helpless arousal. As they approached, she jerked her head up and began to struggle, the chains holding her in place jingling loudly, eliciting a round of chuckles from the men. "Don't think you're getting out of those without a key," the fat owner said. "Looks to me like you actually like it there," the other owner added, and they all laughed again. "That's good, you're gonna be there for at least two weeks!" Alice's face -- what little could be seen around the funnel -- became filled with despair, and her shoulders sunk. Seeing this, the man with the gun said, "Aww, it's not that bad -- in fact, I think you secretly like it." She shook her head vehemently, but that look was there again -- she couldn't hide it from them. "You can't fool us, darling." "I think I know what to do," gun-man said. "I think it's time for us to christen your new urinal," he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, "open wide, sweetie!" He let out a stream of pee that was dark yellow, and strong, catching the unfortunate Alice off guard; she spluttered for breath, swallowing the urine as quickly as she could in order to get in a good breath. "Better get used to that," the fat man said, "you're gonna have to deal with a lot more the next coming weeks." Alice lost herself in her suffering, grimly concluding that she was going to have to learn to enjoy the taste of piss...comforting herself with the fact that she wasn't their new toilet...not yet anyways... Forced to Pee The flood came to a halt and he looked down at me, debased, shamed, kneeling on the piss soaked ground, covered in urine. "Filthy little cunt, get up. I'm not through with you. Do you like being used like a worthless little whore? Cheapened, pissed on, degraded? Do you like it when I treat you like a dirty little bitch and humiliate you? You do don't you?" I didn't answer, only looked at him like a child with a dirty face. I wanted to hide, but I wouldn't look away. I wanted to answer him but couldn't, even knowing that punishment would come for it. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked. My twat- for now it deserved an undignified, lowly name- prickled as moisture condensed around my nether lips. It must have shown on my face. "I see you like that too. Answer me when I talk, you nasty little whore. Tell me what you like." "I like it when you treat me like a slut." I whispered. "That's because you are," he said, yanking with more force. "Speak up!" "I like it when you degrade me and humiliate me," I said louder. "What else?" "When you pull my hair, or spank me. When you call me names." He yanked. "You love that don't you you little cum-rag?" "Yes," I squeaked out as best I could. "Now I can add toilet seat to the list. Do you like that?" Toilet seat. It didn't have the same ring to it as slut, or even cum rag. It didn't make my clit swell. It seemed kind of icky. I didn't like it at all. I shook my head no. "Too bad little toilet seat," he said, wiping some extra pee off my face and into my mouth. "Too bad for you that I find so much joy in your discomfort. You can't have everything the way you want it." I looked at the mud-hole that our urine had combined to create, wishing I could disappear into it. He had my discomfort and he was taking pleasure in it. I knew that it would pass, that he wouldn't let me feel awful for long, but I also knew that he would enjoy every second. Time seemed to stand still while I waited for his next command. He pressed his soft penis against my lips. "You don't like that? I'll promote you then to dick cleaner. Lick the piss off my cock, and if you do a good job maybe I'll reward you." As I licked the bitter liquid from his cock-head I could feel him growing again. The caustic taste filled my mouth making me yearn for the clear pre-cum to appear on his mushroom shaped appendage. I took him completely into my mouth, it was easy as he was no-where near full size yet, and suckled him lovingly. As he expanded in my mouth, I felt my own excitement grow. I looked up into his eyes, hoping that he would call me one of the nasty things I love to hear him say. Unfortunately his eyes where closed and his head tilted up. He so enjoyed the feel of my mouth around his pickle, I doubted that he would be able to use words at that moment. His pole grew to the point that it slid out of my mouth. I continued to suck on it, licking the underside and bringing the top into my mouth. I heard him moan and increased the suction. I encircled the base with my thumb and forefinger creating a tight enclosure. I stroked his shaft while I sucked on his head. Then I gripped his cock and used it to slap myself on the tongue and cheek. He continued to grow. He took his dick in his own hand and proceeded to give me a good dick-slapping, all over my face. I took him back in my mouth and used as much suction as I felt he could handle. Simultaneously, I looked up into his eyes, a move that always delights him. "My little piss slut. Did you enjoy the trickle of your own pee sliding down your leg while I fingered your cunt? When I shoved my fingers up inside you, I could feel your orgasm over my fingers while your wet golden pee streamed down into my hand. You liked that, didn't you?" "Mmmmmmmmm," I said, muffled through his cock in my mouth. "You should have seen yourself when I peed all over your filthy little body. At first my piss just rolled down your shirt, then it began to sink in and turn the white cloth yellow- your lovely white shirt, ruined in an instant." He reached into his pocket for his knife, and as I continued to choke on his massive boner, he slid the knife up my shirt and cut it from my body. I could hear the fabric ripping against the blade, and I let out a squeal. He pulled my hair back so that his cock fell from my mouth, and shoved my shirt under my nose, then rubbed it over my face. By breasts where now exposed, wet and cold. Goose-bumps formed over my skin. He reached down to pinch my nipple, and tell me again that I was his little whore. "Go back to sucking- my little piss slut." Even now I could feel more yellow droplets inching down my thigh. The thought of seeing his hand covered in my fluid, bitter golden liquid made me ache with excitement. I wanted more. What I wanted most was his thick cock, filling me stretching my pussy, banging against my G-spot, and making me loose control. Making me forget my inhibitions and forcing me to let loose, cumming and peeing all over his dick while he fucked me. Not worrying, not caring which liquid it was, actually feeling exited that piss would be spilling out at the same time. The shame was gone now, replaced with a new desire, a desire to be fucked so hard that liquid would gush forth with no regard for any kind of bodily control. To be fucked into abandon, senseless and ragged, so hard and raw that my limbs wouldn't bother to move when I commanded them too. That's what I wanted. I wanted it so bad I had to take his cock from my mouth so I could speak. "Fuck me please! Fuck me senseless. I need to feel your cock inside of me." I knew that he enjoyed being sucked and it was difficult to guess if he would be willing to stop receiving head in order to fuck. I knew I had to beg. I had to stroke his ego, make him want to fuck me, let him know that I wanted it bad enough to beg. And even then, I could only hope. Luckily, he must have been ready for a change of pace, because he quickly cleared a space on the ground behind us, and laid me back. Again he fingered my clit, and taunted me. "What do you want?" "I want your cock- please, i want you to fuck me. I'm begging you, god-please .Shove it in me, fuck me senseless. I need your hard cock in me. Pleeeeeeaaaaaaasse!" He only laughed and tied my hands over my head with my wet white and yellow striped shirt. He wrapped part of the cloth around the trunk of the tree so that my arms would stay raised, and I would stay right where I was. The damp cloth chaffed roughly against my wrists, but I did not complain. He ran a hand roughly down my body and slapped the side of my ass. I barely felt the sting, but I could hear the echo of the sharp smack bouncing all through the woods and back to my own ears. The tiny hairs of my body stood on end as I continued to plead for his cock. He loved to hear me beg, I knew it was my only hope. Still not satisfied he replied." I want to hear you beg some more." "I AM BEGGING! WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY? I NEED IT- IM BEGGING! I NEED YOUR COCK!: With that he plunged into my soaking wet pussy. My body spasmed, I could barely contain the pleasure I felt. I needed to hold on to something, my nails sunk into his back. I felt in the greatest possible way that I was loosing my mind. He truly was fucking me senseless. I felt as if I where loosing myself, slipping away. I had to hold on, I clawed and flailed like a suffocating rodent. "FUCK ME- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST- FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME. MAKE ME YOUR FILTHY LITTLE COCK WHORE. USE ME UP LIKE YOU OWN ME, MAKE ME YOUR LITTLE FUCK SLAVE! GOD YES! FUCK ME HARD!!! I felt him slamming into me. My pussy felt roomy wet, slippery. As he banged against the top of my uterus, I could here the sloppy sounds of my wet squishy cunt being banged and used. My mind filled with thoughts each nastier than the last. My breathing was too labored no, my desire too carnal, to articulate any more than "Ye- Ye- Yes, Go-od- Ye" I was an incoherent babbling little fuck slut. My only desire now was for him to keep pumping into my juicy twat and to start calling me nasty names. I longed to hear his voice telling me the filthy thoughts that he was having about me. I gasped and managed to choke out, "Tell me!" My entreaty for him to verbally abuse me and he knew it well. "You're a nasty little whore. A worthless little piss slut. Just a piece of shit filthy little cum rag. I'm going to use you like the little dirty worthless trash you are and then leave you in the gutter where you belong. You like that don't you?" "Yea, yea, yea," was all I could say as I pushed my body into his. "Nasty little bitch." Oh god, that sent hot shocks through me, my pussy gushed with what might have been a mini-orgasm. "Dirty cunt," he said pounding into me. "I'm going to blow my load. Piss for me you little whore. Piss for me." He grabbed my hair and pulled. "Piss for me little slave. You're my little slut aren't you?" I couldn't hold it any longer if I tried. A dam more than burst, it flooded. My already wet pussy splashed liquids all around us. I felt myself pissing with force, golden streams and droplets splashing everywhere, on him and on me. My cum gushed out as well, piss and pussy juice was everywhere, soaking us both, the ground our clothes. I let out a primal climactic scream as our wet bodies continued slapping together. "Fuck your little whore," I remember whispering over and over again as if it where a chant. My orgasm kept coming. It seemed to never end, yet he pulled out and shot a stream of jizz in a line across my chest while my pussy continued to contract. He jerked upward and hot a ribbon into my hair. My body was like a live wire, I just kept contracting, peaking, peaking and then peaking again. When I finally thought I couldn't handle another second, I peaked a final time and slowly began to return to earth. I thought that we where done, because I'd just had the most intense orgasm I could imagine, and he had shot his load all over me. Rarely did he have it in him to go again after he had gotten off. But this time was different, somehow, he didn't untie me, but reached up to rub my sodden pussy. I tried to move away because I felt raw and uncomfortable, but he wouldn't let me. He crawled between my legs and started licking. At first it only hurt, but I began to enjoy it, and my protest turned to moans. Of course that's when he stopped. He sat up and looked at me, his lips moist and his trademark evil grin spread across his face. "You're a dirty dirty girl," he started saying. "Yes," I agreed, "I'm a dirty nasty slut. Lick my slutty pussy, it feels so good." He shook his head, "No, you're a very dirty girl. A dirty little piss slut." With that, he scooped up the pissy mud from the ground and started rubbing it onto my skin. It was warm and thick, and a little gritty. He grabbed a hand full and smeared it across my cheek. "Now, you're really a filthy little whore, aren't you?" He continued to rub mud over my body, first kneading my tits coarsely then spearing my stomach and my legs. He smudged my inner thighs, then turned me over to cover my ass and my back. The cloth around my wrists tightened as the twisted material hugged me closer to the tree. "You wanted to be a nasty little fuck-slut, that's what you are now. Just like a filthy pig rolling around in her own slop." He picked my forgotten panties off the ground, now wet and dirty and ground them into my cunt. "Your filthy little wet cut- you like that don't you?" And he rubbed harder until I cried out for him to stop. He slapped my ass- hard. "I'll stop when I say. You're my little fuck toy aren't you." "Yes," I cried. "Yes what- whore?" "Yes Master," I answered. I had wondered why he hadn't made me say it before this point, I should have known that it was because he wasn't done with me. And I realized that I didn't want him to be done yet. I still craved that submissive feeling, that humble willingness to serve him in any way. I suddenly craved more piss, more spanking, more hair pulling- any torture he could think up. "I only want to serve you." "Oh, you will," he said. He stopped rubbing my wet pussy, and slapped it instead. I leapt and squealed to his delight. "First you're going to beg me to use you as my toilet again," he said, walking around to the front of me. He held his half hard cock in his hand, and shook it at me tauntingly. "Piss on me master, please," I began to beg. "Piss in my face, in my hair. Piss on my lips and in my mouth." "Not good enough," he said. "You have to say you want to be my toilet. That you want to be used like a urinal." "Please master, piss on me. Use me like a toilet, make me your personal urinal. Use your little slave, let me serve you by holding your piss in my mouth, by swallowing your piss like I swallow your cum. I wanna feel those hot jets of piss across my face. Please, master, use your little slave as a toilet." "Your getting better slave. Who's little slave are you?" "Your slave, master." "And who's little toilet are you?" "Your toilet, master." "Good, whore. Now beg me to call you my little toilet seat. And you better sound like you mean it!" "Master please, piss all over me, call me your little toilet seat, I want to be degraded and humiliated. Please call me your toilet seat, piss on me, treat me like a worthless piece of trash. I want to be the lowest of low and to serve you. Please." "Filthy little toilet seat," he said at last. "I'm going to piss all over you." He started to piss again, and I lapped hungrily at the streams as they shot through the air. He shot more hot piss in my hair which hung in wet dirty clumps around my face. He shot more piss in my mouth, and ordered me to hold it there. He grabbed my nose and pinched, waiting while I held my breath, his elimination filling my mouth, burning my tongue. "Swallow, urinal whore." I gulped down the hot burning liquid. "You feel humiliated now, don't you?" I nodded, and he stuffed my panties into my mouth. I couldn't believe he had held onto them all this time, but he had. He knelt down and cupped my face. Looking into my eyes, he said, "now I'm going to fuck your ass." I shook my head no, my eyes wide with fear. I enjoy anal sex, but it terrifies me as well. "You have no choice, little slave. I own you, I will do as I choose." He walked back behind me, and positioned himself to enter me. "This way, I get to fuck your tight little whole, instead of that loose sloppy one you call a cunt. And I don't even have to look at your face." This was the deepest humiliation, one not used lightly, and even now it brought tears to my eyes. I knew he didn't mean it, or at least I hoped he didn't, but the words where harsh and stung like the hot tears that ran down my face. Perhaps to soften the meanness of his words he entered my pussy first, shoving his cock deep inside of me while grabbing my tits hard. I bucked back against him saying with my body what I could not say with my panty-stuffed mouth. "Fuck me harder." He drilled me and I hoped he would never stop, that he would forget about my ass and continue to plunder my achy, hungry pussy. He jerked my hair and slapped my ass. As he continued to brutalize my ass cheeks, I imagined them turning bright red under his hand. The burning on my rear, set my pussy on fire, and there on my hands and knees, tied to a tree, soaked in piss and being fucked from behind, I truly felt like a brazen whore, shameless and vulgar, purely carnal. But he had not forgotten my ass. While he fucked me mercilessly, he slathered my dripping cunt and shoved the wet sticky finger into my tight little pucker. He stroked his finger in and out of my ass, letting a string of saliva drip from his mouth for more lubrication, then he invaded me with two fingers He continued to mistreat my ass, further abusing me by adding two more fingers. I could feel my anus stretching and I cried out in delight. He battered into my ass with his fingers, spreading me, stretching me, preparing me for his dick which was beating into my pulsating cunt. "Your filthy twat is soaked, you raunchy little tramp. Its so big and loose, I think its time to fuck that sweet little snug ass of yours." He pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty, and spread my ass-cheeks apart. He placed the tip of his cockhead at the opening, and gently nudged. The tip of his dick slid in fairly easily, but there he met with resistance. He put his hands on my hips and gently rocked against me, sliding in a little more each time, as I moaned softly and rocked my body in unison with his. It was difficult, but my ass was now begging to be filled. I was resisting the urge to buck wildly, knowing that would be extremely painful at this point. Yet I also knew that if I could get past this first part, he would be free to fuck my ass with the wild abandon I was now craving. So I restrained myself until at last his entire organ slid deep into my rear crevice. Now, I started thrusting into him as he sank his hands into my fleshy thighs. He was banging me as hard as he could, stabbing the far inner walls of my rear entrance. It was brutal and vulgar and hot. I felt so animalistic, so bestial, that I began to thrash around, rubbing my own face in the mud in front of me. He yanked my hair, and I only wished that I had a collar he could yank onto at that moment. I was his mindless whore and slave and he was my brutal commander and controller. I was gagged, but never quiet. My muffled cries where pleading for more. I wanted it to last, but as he rammed my backside, I heard him gasp. "Your ass is so tight, I'm gonna cum." "No, no," I tried to cry out. I wasn't ready. Before I could think of a way to extend my pleasure, he pulled out and shot a load of sweet cream across my back. I heard him sigh and he rested for a moment behind me. Then he came around and smeared the remainder of his jelly across my chin, then pushed it into my mouth with his finger. He leaned against the tree for a rest, and I flattened myself onto the wet ground, basking in the deliciously dirty sensation. After we lay there for a while, and had caught our breaths, I started realize that I was outside with no shirt and tied to a tree. He untied me and told me that there was a blanket in the truck, but that he wanted me to keep my panties in my mouth. He walked me back, covered me with the towel and helped me into the truck. We headed home, I with my underwear in my mouth, unable to talk, and covered in a blanket, my head held down. I wondered if I would be allowed a nice hot shower when I got home, but I doubted it. I could see that master had more plans for me. So I hung my head, hoping that we wouldn't see anyone I know. Silently I wonder to myself, 'Is there any thing that He could order of me that I would refuse?' It is a question that I do not know the answer to. Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed the story, please be sure to vote. I also enjoy feedback so drop me a line. Forced to Please the Wife My wife had her hair waxing appointment three days ago. She got waxed every couple of months and it added a great deal of pleasure to our sex life. She would have all the hair removed from her underside and it made for a slippery and sensitive sexual experience. It was wonderful, especially the first few weeks after she had it done. Last night we had sex. I had been drinking a lot of beers all night and so by the time we got to having sex, I really did not show her the attention she deserved. She would always remind me how painful her waxing appointments are and that I should take a little extra tender care during our first sexual encounter after her appointment. I failed to do that last night, and as we were making our way to bed tonight, I knew she was carrying a grudge about it. She seemed miffed all during the day today. She must of been working up this teach-me-a-lesson routine she was about to put me through. As I came out of the bathroom, she was lying on the bed wearing a really tight t-shirt and her lacy white panties. The bed faced the bathroom door and she lie there on her side with one leg propped up and the other lying on its side. She just stared at me with a gaze that told me I was about to pay her back for my behavior last night. I stopped in the doorway and returned her gaze. She knew I found that outfit very sexy and this was part of her strategy. It was impossible to stop the blood that begin to flow to my penis. I wasn't sure what to do so I waited for her to make the next move. "Take off all your clothes right now", her voice was firm. I wasn't sure how this was going to play out, but I figured I would comply and service her. Besides, the way she looked definitely put me in the mood to have sex. All I had to do was serve my time and then I would get to screw her silly. I removed my t-shirt and threw it on the floor. She just watched as I continued with my boxer shorts. I pushed them down my legs and stepped out of them. My penis continued to grow as I stood there naked in front of her waiting for her next command. She made me stand there for several moments before she said, "Come over here." I started for the bed and as I did she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her breasts. "You are going to suck on my jugs until I say you can stop." The sight of her pulling up that shirt over her boobs and demanding that I suck on them made my cock jump into a full-fledged erection. Her breasts were a perfect 34C, with small nipples that made them look even larger on her petite frame. Her nipples loved the attention. That would become stiff with the slightest bit of touch. I climbed on the bed and immediately took her right breast into my mouth. I was so turned on that I tried to put her whole tit in my mouth. As I was caressing her with my mouth, she let out a small moan and said, "That's good, suck it and make my nipple hard." Her words pushed my state of arousal even farther. I cupped her other breast with my hand and soon leaned over to pay it some attention. She lay there and made very sensual sounds, she arched her back and pushed her knockers up and out, giving me greater access to her gorgeous body. She forced me to continue for another couple of minutes. I enjoyed the taste of her flesh. At one point, I reached down to stroke my cock, just to take some of the edge off. She grabbed my hand and said, "No you don't. This is about my pleasure. Not yours." I stopped and she then told me to take off her panties. I was happy to do so as I slipped two fingers into the side of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her pelvis up in the air and allowed them to slide off her hips. The room was lit by candles and as I pulled them off her legs, I got a good look and her neatly manicured pubic hair. She looked good enough to eat and I dropped her panties on the floor and waited for her next wish. "Put them on!", she said sharply. "What?", I said with confusion in my voice. Was she talking about her panties? I don't wear women's undergarments. I had never even thought about putting a pair on. I thought she wanted me to go down on her. She had to be joking. "Put on my panties.", she said again and pointed to them laying on the floor. "I want you to realize that this is about appreciating me. It will do you some good to get a feel for what I go through to look good for you. Now put them on." Now I knew she wasn't joking. I don't know if she planned this move or if she came up with it on the fly, but I had no choice if my goal was to get to the part where we have sex. I was very turned on and I had to go through with it if I wanted to fuck her tonight. I picked them up and held them apart. They seemed even smaller than they looked as I put one foot through the leg hole. I stepped the other leg through and began to pull them up. I looked down at her and she smiled at my humiliation. They became snug around the middle of my thighs, but I gave them a good tug and up they went around my rock hard cock and balls. They were tiny and tight and I am sure I looked pretty stupid in them. They did not even cover me. Being so erect, the head of my prick poked out about two inches. "Now you can go to work downstairs!", she said and repositioned herself more comfortably on the bed. She put three pillows behind her head, obviously so she could get a could view of me pleasuring her. Then she opened her legs making room for me to get between them. As I got back on the bed and made my way between her legs she said, "Don't mess around trying to tease me with kisses. Just get right to work and make me feel good." Her forceful tone and her business-like words made me ache for her even more. I wrapped my arms around the outside of her thighs and plowed my tongue right between her lips. She was already starting to get wet and I moved her wetness up down the folds of her most private place. She let me know I was hitting the right spot with a throaty moan. I looked up at her to see her eyes closed in pleasure. Her t-shirt was still pushed up over her boobs and it only added to her sexiness. I reached up to grope her right breast fully. She opened her eyes and made eye contact with me. She lifted her hips and pushed her mound into my lips. She was soaking wet by now, heading for a one-way train to an orgasm. I held my mouth steady to let her work softly against me. She bit her lower lip slightly while she began to move faster and faster. I just let her grind on my face. The sounds she made became louder and I then knew she was beginning to orgasm. She grabbed the back of my head to ensure my steadiness and roughly pushed herself through that moment of ecstasy. As she finished, she pulled my head away from her and let out a big sigh. Her wetness felt cool on my face as she lay back to regain her composure. She lay still, breathing heavily as I kissed the inside of her thighs. I knew for sure she was ready for sex so I climbed up on my knees between her legs. I had forgotten about those stupid panties. I pulled them down enough to get my throbbing cock out. She was still recovering from her orgasm and I moved into position to drive my cock deep inside her. She glanced up at me and began pushing me away with her hand and said, "What are you doing? You are not going to fuck me. You had your chance last night and you blew it. If you are lucky I may let you jack off in front of me." I removed myself from between her legs reluctantly. I wasn't sure why she did not want to have sex. I let myself fall onto the bed next to her. She reached down and tugged at her panties and told me, "You can take those off now." I did so. She then surprised me by taking my dick in her hand. "God," I gasped. It felt so good to have her warm hand on my prick. She slowly pumped up and down on it. I looked down to watch her and she gave me a sly grin. She then tilted it towards my stomach and began to kiss gently on my nuts. It was what I had been waiting for. I guy can only hold out so long before he gets taken care of. I closed my eyes for a few moments then I heard, "I think that is enough pleasure for now." With that she stopped and returned to her position lying comfortably on her back. She reached out her left hand hand and opened the top drawer of the night stand. I rolled up on my side to see what she had in store next. "Go ahead and get it out", she said. I leaned over her and looked into the drawer. In the drawer, was a glass dildo. It was about 9 inches long with a very artist likening to a cock. I had never seen it before, so she must of went out toy shopping. It looked very sexy and my imagination ran away with thoughts of sticking inside of her. I lifted it out of the drawer. It was heavier than I thought it might be. This was obviously a serious piece of machinery. We did not play with toys all too often, so I was very aroused by the opportunity to watch the handsome tool slide in and out of her beautiful snatch. I held it up and we both looked at it in the candlelight. The light glimmered off of it and I asked her, "Can you handle this thing?" She smiled and crossed her hands over her chest and pulled off her t-shirt. She tossed it over the side of the bed and lay before me completely naked. I guess this was her way of telling me there is no doubt she was capable of handling it, length and all. And she knew it would drive me crazy being the one who got to put it inside her. I moved myself in close on her right side, lying almost partially on top of her. If I couldn't give her my rod, I was certainly going to give her this one. I moved it down between her legs and nudged her left leg with the knuckles of my hand. I wanted to open her up a little wider, allowing me full access before I penetrated her. She complied and I tilted the head down and watched it disappear beneath the remaining hair on her mound. I let it drag against her lips as I stroked it down and back up again. She was still, but very wet and her wetness immediately transferred to the glass head of the toy. I leaned up on my elbow a little higher to get a better view. As I looked down between her legs, I pushed just the head into waiting cunt. It slipped in easily and I could only imagine how good it would feel if that was my cock head. I looked up at her face. She looked very pretty in the dim light. She made little expression and little noise. She was really turning me on by showing such resilience to this pleasurable act. I rotated the head around gently inside her. It naturally slipped farther inside of her. I helped it by pushing it in another inch and then pulled it out very slowly. Her legs fell apart slightly, gesturing her appreciation. I looked at her wetness that reflected on the glass as I pulled it from inside her. I moved it back inside with a bit more thrust and she tightened her stomach muscles in return. She was obviously enjoying this and she wanted to tease me by keeping her pleasure quiet, but her body was telling all. It was time to begin fucking her with it, so I moved it in and out and patiently picked up the pace. Soon she lifted her head up and looked down between her legs. Her gaze was becoming glassy eyed as the pleasure was overtaking her senses. I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth. This must off caught her off guard, as she let out her first moan since I began screwing her with this new toy. I looked up and she leaned her head back, closed her eyes and sunk slowly back onto the pillow. She was holding her breath and her body began to jerk gently as she experienced another orgasm. I moved the tool in deeper and faster, forcing her to cum throughly. I looked on as she took in about eight full inches of this glass monster. She was so worked up that she wanted as much as I could give. I kept up a swift and steady pace, pounding it deep into her welcoming vagina. After a minute or two of this she lifted her feet off the bed and grabbed the back of her thighs with her hands. This was a sure sign that she would be cumming again soon. I responded by ramming this beast into her good, making her take the full length of its shaft. It was so incredibly hot to watch my wife accommodating such a large tool. "God, I wish your cock felt this good", she said. Her words instantly shot a surge of endorphins into my systems. The vulgar humiliation of her words made me feel like I was about to cum. "Oh yeah!", she groaned loudly, "Fuck me good!" I did as she asked and fucked her with the dildo for another couple of minutes. She then pulled my hand off the dildo and rolled onto her side. With her backside facing me, she lifted her right leg into the air. The view she showed me between her legs was an arousing sexual sight, her sexy ass and this large glass dildo sticking out from between her legs. She returned my hand to the toy by coming in from behind her. I grabbed a hold of the handle and picked up right where we left off. Fucking her with solid thrusts. I also grabbed her shoulder with my other hand and pushed her down on this artificial prick that I so envied. This immediately made her cum again and she came hard. Her body became rigid as the orgasm shot through her body. I slowed down the thrust and milked her for her juices. They flowed out and onto my hand. Her moans were very muffled as this orgasm was deeply internal. Her body remained rigid as I brought the movements to a stop. I stroked her shoulder gently pulled this proficient tool out of her as softly as I could. She lay still and quiet. I placed the toy on the other side of me. I snuggled close to her and embraced her. My cock pushed up against her ass and backside. I was aching with desire to make love to her, so I asked her, "Can I make love to you?" She turned towards me slowly and moved her hand down towards my dick. Smiling with her eyes closed she wrapped her fingers around it but did not stroke it. She quietly said, "I am too spent to have sex, but I'll let you jack off and cum on my tits if you want." I knew it was the best offer I was going to get all night. So, I got up on my knees and moved in to position my dick over her breasts. I was so ready to cum and as I began to stroke my cock, pre-cum instantly appeared on the head. She lay there hazy from her night of pleasure. I reached out and fondled her breast with my free hand. This helped to wake her up and she responded by groping my balls with her hand. The moment she touched me I knew I was done. It had been a long night and my prick was full of semen and ready to explode. "Your making me cum", I said to her. When she heard my words she let go of my sack and propped her torso up with her elbows. She then pushed her breast together with her hands. It was such a hot sight and fitting way to end the long night. She was making certain that I would cum and offered me the perfect target for my waiting load. With that, I blasted her jugs with the first shot. It came out so hard it made an audible splat when it hit her breasts. I followed with a couple more fierce shots and I felt my leg muscles begin to go soft. I continued to stroke it as she began to slowly rub my cum sensually around on her tits and stomach. Although I had finished shooting my load, the orgasm seemed to echo continuously through out my body. I slowly finished stroking my cock feeling absolute satisfaction. It was beautiful thing seeing my load across her chest and made the events of the night worth every minute.