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Laura Roft: Piss Raider

By: leaky_one



Chapter 1

Laura Roft was having a piss. From the base of her mass of brown curly pubic hairs, a long shooting stream of hot, clear urine was busily jetting forth from her pussy lips. As her pee stream flowed away from her uncovered muff, it formed a long shooting stream into the air between her strong and shapely legs before falling downwards in an arching spray to splash noisily over a collection of hieroglyphics embedded on the stone wall of the tomb she was currently raiding.

Laura had discarded her brown tan shorts and white cotton thong before proceeding to position herself in front of the wall she was about to desecrate with her piss. There was something deeply provocative about stripping off her lower garments before getting ready to have a wee. Maybe this was due to the sensation of knowing she was completely alone in a tomb that had been sealed for over two thousand years and now free to have her pee wherever she chose. 

The flickering torch light coming from the wall behind her, cast large leaping shadows of her form on the highly detailed engravings in front of her. The steady splashing sound of her hot pee stream spraying over the wall was the only sound in the otherwise still tomb, exciting Laura even more. She had been able to pee like a boy since she had been a little girl, always enjoying the naughty rush it gave her. After all it was just a question of pressure and muscle control and whilst the other school girls had to contend with squatting over the sink bowls in the school toilets when wanting a naughty pee, Laura had always been one step ahead, sending her stream of hot flowing piss down to the floor, or into a waste paper bin, from a standing pose.

Being one step ahead had always been Laura's trait. She had always outperformed, over achieved never being one to contend with anything but second place. Having rich parents who were always away had helped enormously. Having almost free reign of the manor house at home, with only a doddering old butler in charge had presented Laura with endless opportunities to enjoy herself in newer and naughtier ways whilst all the time striving to improve her physical and mental abilities. 

Having a naughty slash in a dead king's tomb seemed only befitting for one of her skills. It had taken months of research and exploration to discover the entrance to the long forgotten master burial chamber of Pha-Kamon, leader of the Hartchian empire for over fifty long years before his death at the hands of his plotting wife. The journey in the desert had been a long and tedious affair and after the thrill of discovering the tomb entrance had given way, Laura had decided to celebrate her find with a long satisfying piss all over the tomb entrance stone. Her golden pee stream had looked delicious as it played over the sand blasted stone door which now lay flat on the sands of the Sahara. 

She had absolutely bursting at the time having ensured she had drank plenty during her trip, and she continued her toilet for well over a minute. Wanting to savour every second of her piss in the desert Laura had stripped off her gun belt, pants and underwear before adopting a more traditional woman like squat over the massive stone lintel she had prised open with the tow rope from her Landrover. She had stared down at the sight of her uncovered pussy hanging over the spot she was about to piss all over, for several long seconds savouring the thought of what was about to happen. Finally she could hold back no longer and instantly her pee hole hidden in her pussy slit had opened wide allowing her honey coloured relief to come squirting out in a fast flowing stream of hot piss which instantly started to wash over the desert stone. She had gasped at that moment with the sheer joy of having let go on the desperate need in her bladder and with the awesome rush of having a piss in the open desert. Between her creamy legs, her hot golden piss stream shot downwards impacting on the stone door surface and radiating outwards in a rapidly growing puddle of spent female pee. Warm splashes of her urine bounced upwards from the main impact point of her piss stream over the stone and Laura felt some of them land on the side of her legs. This didn't bother Laura in the slightest. Once she had finished her wee she would simply use the desert sand to scrub herself dry whilst her back pack always kept a handy supply of clean tissues ready to dry her pussy lips after a naughty piss during her travels.

The size of the pee stream leaving Laura's uncovered pussy lips had been incredibly thick; a wonderful display of a female's ability to relive her golden juices. The base of her black military boots had now come into contact with the extremely large piss puddle lying between her spread legs whilst all the whiles more and more pee squirted from the base of Laura's vagina. Shaking her long straight brown hair from side to side, her gaze never once leaving the display of pissing going on between her bare thighs, she had sighed with utter contentment at her act of vandalism over the centuries old door stone. Still enjoying her current wee, Laura had thought on to all the exciting opportunities that awaiting inside the tomb. She had an entire day to spend inside and a substantial amount to drink hoarded in her vehicle. With luck she would have an easy route through the tomb with substantial opportunities to relive her bladder's contents in lots of exciting places inside.

Finally her wee over the desert stone had come to an end. With one last squirt of honey coloured piss out of her pussy and over the large pee puddle now decorating the stone beneath her, Laura started to rise from her toilet squat. She could feel the heat of the early morning sun on her wide round bum cheeks as she stood and she paused for a moment enjoying her semi-nudity out in the open desert. Beneath her bare bum and uncovered pussy, the large damp pee stained rock lay testament to the toilet she had carried out. With the memory of her squirting pee jetting from her pussy lips lodged firmly in her mind, Laura turned and moved away to retrieve her clothes. 

Her white panties felt wonderful as she pulled them up her legs and into place around her private parts. On the floor lay the discarded tissue she had just wiped with and she ignored it as she reached for her shorts. The final act of dressing came with her gun belts; the weight of her two hand guns settling into place along with the usual sense of security that came from wearing them. Grabbing her torch, Laura had turned and then plunged into the waiting darkness of the tomb doorway.

Returning to the present Laura realised she was rapidly approaching the end of her current pee. The hieroglyphics in front of her half nude body were now covered with a familiar looking stain where she had deliberately aimed her flowing pee shower, enjoying the desecration her piss was creating. The half faded pictures created by an artist now dead over two centuries ago, looked so fresh covered with her wee and she wondered to herself what their creator would have thought if he had only known their fate. Giggling Laura deliberately took a quick step to one side and took a quick new pee over a fresh set of images. From her pussy lips shot a new stream of hot piss leaping across the distance between her cunt and the stone wall. Her flowing urine shower spread downwards running in and out of the grooves in the worn stone surface before reaching the floor and creating a new damp puddle of piss. Unfortunately she was now spent and as her pee hole closed it was for the final time. With a disappointed sigh Laura stepped back, the shadows on the wall mirroring her actions. Once dressed Laura took out her camera from her backpack and took several quick photos of the evidence of her actions. This would be a beautiful reminder in days to come of what she had been able to carry out whilst in the tomb. Finally with camera returned to its holder, Laura took one final appreciative look at the piss stained wall before turning and moving off further into the depths of the dead king's tomb.

CHAPTER 2:

LAURA ROFT – PISS RAIDER (Part 2)

The next hour saw Laura slowly making her way through the labyrinth maze that formed the dead king's tomb. The air was chilled and stale and Laura was glad she was keeping a good pace. Her footfalls echoed in the narrow corridors she was traversing, her speed a constant half jog / half run as she navigated the way from memory. Thick dust rose in her wake lingering like forgotten ghosts in the still air as she pounded along the seemingly identical corridors of sand coloured rock, her heavy boots leaving a lingering trail behind her.

Suddenly she stopped. 'What was that noise?' Her heart pounded in her chest from the constant exercise, making it hard to focus. The silence of the tomb enveloped her and she shuddered involuntarily for a moment. The cold chill of the surrounding air seemed to leach at her strength whilst she paused, straining to hear anything in the stillness. Already she could feel the chill stirring the need in her bladder and for a moment she considered squatting for another pee. She was just in the process of reaching down to the button fastener on her shorts ready to undo it and slid them down her creamy legs in preparation for her toilet when a distant sound suddenly reverberated from the depths. Laura stopped what she was doing and strained intensely to catch the sound again. Nothing! The tomb was quite once again. The button on her shorts popped open followed quickly by the zipper. Sliding them down her legs Laura reached for the elastic of her white panties and immediately stopped. There it was again, an unmistakeable sound in the darkness like a soft scratching on stone. 

With her shorts around her ankles and half squatting ready to release her white cotton panties ready to have a new piss in the dead king's tomb, Laura froze in place. She could feel the need to pee building in her bladder but for once she chose to ignore it. The sound came again and Laura was certain it was louder this time. Coming to life, she grabbed at her shorts and yanked them up. As soon as they were secure she quietly slid her dual hand guns from their holsters trying as best as possible to not make any further sound that might give her position away. Her gaze fell at the spot she had just been about to have her wee. The tread of her heavy military boots lay on the ground stretching off into the suddenly foreboding gloom of the tomb as she knew that if anything was stirring in the hidden depths, then it would have no trouble finding her. Ignoring her need to pee Laura turned and dashed headlong into the black pitch of the corridor. 

Guns in hand, Laura doubled her pace. In her mind's eye she could still clearly recall the route as laid down by the manuscripts she hand discovered in the vaults of the museum in Cairo. Finding them had been a wonderful bonus to a fun filled day surrounded by relics from ages past. She couldn't have been happier at the time, surrounded by some of the fruits of her labour; shelves stacked high with the treasures of ages gone by. The highlight of the day had come when she had retreated to a musty closet for a long satisfying wee all over the museum floor; her long golden shower squirting between her legs as it shot from her pussy hole. By the time Laura had finished her act of pee vandalism, a large puddle of her cooling piss lay across the stone tiles. Satisfied with her toilet, she had slowly dressed again, her eyes never once leaving the sight of her spent wee covering the floor. As she had slid out of the closet door she wondered if her pee puddle would dry in time before it was discovered.

Returning to the present, Laura came to an abrupt halt. The sharp rays from her electric torch shone clearly over a mass of rock which had collapsed from the ceiling. Reaching forwards Laura grasped at the first boulder testing its weight. With a sharp pull she yanked hard feeling the strain in her muscles as she did so. Slowly the smashed ceiling stone started to move. With another hard yank it came free and Laura had to take a quick step backwards to avoid crushing her toes. The stone came to rest followed by a loud sound of grinding rock which took place from the collapsed pile in front of her. A cloud of dust sprang up from the base of the pile as the dislodged stones started to shift in the absence of the supporting base stone. Laura coughed as the dust moved around her but already she could see a gap in the stones just below the ceiling. Hopefully this would be just enough for her to continue.

Suddenly from behind her in the darkness came the sound again, this time quite clear and unmistakable. The noise came out of the black void of the tunnel behind her, slowly growing louder as the seconds passed. A scurrying sound of many tiny claws striking the stone floor. Just then the first creature emerged from the gloom and into the rays of her chest mounted torch. Barely a foot across with six scuttling legs, the stone beetle advanced towards her, its dark multi faceted eyes seeming to drink in the new found light. As she watched on another and another creature came into view, the scuttling sound rising to a crescendo and Laura realised with horror that there must be hundreds of the obnoxious creatures moving in on her position. Hungry steel like teeth appeared in the mouth of the leading creature as it neared to within three feet of Laura's position.

Finally emerging from the shock of seeing the almost mythical beetles which she now recognised from her text books as 'Lichten Bugs' named after the famous explorer, Hans Lichten, who first discovered them which exploring ruins high in the Andes. Turning she scrambled up the shifting rock pile and towards the waiting hole. Scraping through, her skin a mass of bruises and small cuts, she tumbled to the floor. Gasping for air she stared around. The tunnel continued off into the darkness that her torch rays could not yet reach whilst from behind of rock came the now familiar scratching of claws upon the cave in. 'They can climb!' Laura realised with horror and as she watched a set of dark eyes appeared in the opening she only moments ago she had just emerged from. The scratching sound continued to rise and within seconds the first bug popped through, its little legs struggling to find gain as it slid down the rocks to the floor at Laura's feet.

Her first bullet pinged of its stone shell and ricocheted off the walls narrowly missing Laura's left ear. She hesitated, her fingers still curled around the triggers of her dual weapons. She instinctively knew that her guns would not stop these creatures and she doubted anyway she had enough ammo to account for the horde which was getting ready to burst through the gap in the broken mass of stones in front of her. The first bug advanced on her position as surely enough a second appeared in the hole by the ceiling. Knowing it was time to flee Laura turned and ran, praying that the way ahead was clear. Behind her the beetles followed unremittingly.

As she ran Laura tried to recall what little she knew of the bugs. The task of navigating the tomb's maze at the same time did little to help and within minutes Laura had finally managed to get herself lost. She barely managed to come to a stop in time as her current tunnel took a sharp turn downwards and suddenly terminated in a small broken cave. Old torches from ages past lined the wall and Laura wasted no time by lighting each one in turn. As the ruby red flames lit the tar encrusted devices, the light spilt into her bolt hole and she took a moment to review her surroundings. The tunnel was not a dead end as she had first expected. Instead the far wall ascended into a funnel like cavity which led upwards into the darkness. The markings on the floor and the scattered shaped stones suggested that this was once the location for a large fire, either for a forge or cooking. In any rate the rock wall looked climbable and should provide a means of escape. However the nearest hand hole in the rocks was a good nine feet high and she would have to assemble a collect of stones and rocks before she could jump the remaining distance. The unremitting scrabble of tiny claws in the distance was once again beginning to gain in volume and Laura realised that she may not have enough time to proceed.

She was three stones into her task when the first beetle came into view at the end of the corridor leading to her cul-de-sac. Its dark eyes looked even more menacing in the red glow of the torch light, its fangs a steel white as they appeared in its open mouth. Within seconds the horde of monsters in its wake appeared into view and Laura's heart fell. There was simply no way to escape this time and she realised that the time may have arrived when Laura Roft finally met her end. Not being one to circum to fear so easily it came as quite a shock when she realised there was a warm wet stream leaking down her legs and she stared down in disbelief at the golden trickle running down her thighs from her damp sodden crotch in her shorts. 'I'm pissing myself' she thought in disbelief and then realised just how fit to bursting she had become over the last set of minutes. This was not the first time that Laura had taken a pee in her pants. In fact she had gone through quite a phase of wetting her panties on purpose enjoying the sensation as her crotch warmed with the stream of pee leaving her pussy lips and flowing into her underwear. Peeing like this in public places had been an even greater thrill. Being amongst people whilst she relieved herself into her panties was an awesome thrill and she recalled many a happy time at "La Mer Du Bleu" café in Paris when she would she pee on purpose into her lower garments whilst sat at her favourite table watching the world go by. The proprietor, a happy fat man by the name of "Rochel" never made any comments about the puddle she would inevitably leave behind her on the floor under the table as she had begun to suspect that he was secretly getting a turn on by her actions. This had been confirmed one day when he had offered her a tall glass of champagne on the house in return for having the glass returned to him still full. This had foxed Laura for a minute before she had realised what Rochel had in mind. Not wanting to upset such an understanding character, she had obliged him. Once the champagne had reached her bladder, Laura had slid the glass under the table. Parting her legs wide so her short skirt hitched up her long creamy legs, Laura had then pulled her white thong to one side out of harm's way whilst the rim of the glass found her exposed pussy lips. It had been a delicious thrill to have her wee into the champagne glass, and she had pissed until it had overflowed and her golden stream had started to splatter over the stone tiles of the Café forecourt. Ceasing her wee Laura had pulled the glass from back under the table and placed its piss filled contents onto the table. Rochel had immediately swept forth and extracted the glass from her view. To this day, Laura had no idea what he had done with it and its contents but she had a pretty good idea of what had happened next.

Snapping back out of the past Laura stared at the stain running down her leg. Her warm wet felt wonderful and it flowed down her skin but at the same moment she recalled a very important fact about the 'Lichten Bugs'. They were completely susceptible to moisture and that was why they could only be found in remote and dry locations. Without hesitating Laura grabbed at the straps to her backpack and within moments she was rummaging for her water flask. The container rang hollowly as she shook it and she realised that she was not saved yet. Unscrewing the top she started inside. Almost empty! She knew she needed a full can for what she needed but how was she going to manage that in a dry and empty cave.


Laura Roft: Piss Raider Ch. 02



The party to celebrate Laura's latest triumph in returning the 'Amulet of Stars' from the dead King's tomb in far away Egypt, was to take place in the steamy heat of Brazil and the five star wonder of the "Gran Estanplaza Sao Paulo" hotel. It was 2pm when Laura descended to the basement swimming pool, a full size Olympic affair with ornamental statues decorating the sides and a small Jacuzzi at the far end. Lacking windows, the pool was lit from below, the light beams scattering across the tiled ceiling as Laura's body broke the surface as she dived into the refreshing cool water. Ripples shot outwards from her impact point, rushing down the once still pool length to quickly merge with the new waves created as she broke the surface again, several meters further on. The water had quite a chill and was quite invigorating, refreshing Laura's fuzzy mind. She hated inaction, the tedium of daily life between her exploratory missions into the unknown. Taking a deep breath she dived again, the pool water sliding over her long brown hair as she dived downwards. Eyes open, she skimmed the tiled pool bottom and swam onwards until reaching the far wall. Twisting round she placed her feet on the floor and pushed upwards. It came as a surprise when she broke the surface so quickly as she had not realized she had reached the shallow end of the pool and she swung her head from side to side to clear the water droplets from her eyes. 

The rippling water was the only sound to break the silence of this cavernous room and for a second Laura visualised herself in a forgotten temple waiting to be plundered. This fantasy was aided by the play of light bouncing over head and the myriad collection of statues adjourning the sides of the pool. 'Maybe this wasn't so bad after all' she thought surveying her surroundings. If nothing else she was completely alone and therefore free to do what she liked. Splashing backwards into the water she headed back up the pool with a lazy back stroke. In her mind she was already weighing up the opportunities for a naughty wee on the pool side. 'Maybe she should squirt her fountain of piss over one of the female statues and enjoy the sight of her spent pee as it cascaded over the fake stone skin. Alternatively she could squat on the end of the diving board and send her piss stream shooting over the edge and into the pool water'. Laura reached the end of the pool, turned around changing her stroke to a fast crawl, her arms whipping the water as she powered her way back to the shallow end. 'Instead of having a pee in the pool area, maybe it would be more fun to desecrate the deserted changing rooms with her squirting pussy shower spraying her hot urine into some of the empty lockers or instead using the cubicle walls as a location to spray her golden pee'.

Coming to a stop at the shallow end once again Laura decided she would have a quick piss into her costume whilst she was still deciding. Immediately a deliciously warm sensation started to circulate around her crotch as inside her bikini briefs her pee hole opened wide and a hot stream of pussy piss shot outwards. The feeling was wonderful and Laura was tempted to relive her entire bladder supply into the pool water around her pissing muff. Suddenly it struck her that it might actually be more fun to pee directly into the water so she immediately squeezed shut her pussy hole and deftly felt around the elastic of her briefs, pulling them to one side to expose her curly tight pussy hairs and the deep groove between her vagina lips. Staring down past her large breasts, her nipples already hardening and clearly visible underneath her bikini top, Laura watched with glee as she resumed her toilet into the swimming pool water. Through the clear liquid she could just make out the sight of her piss squirt as it escaped her pussy hole. This was an immense turn on, something far more exciting than simply peeing into her swim outfit. The thought of deliberately peeing into a pool that others would use was intoxicating and she wished she could witness the sight of the first individual to enter the piss contaminated pool afterwards. For now however Laura continued to enjoy the rest of her wee into the cold swimming water around her body and it was with a deep disappointment when her toilet came to an end.

Laura enjoyed another several minutes swimming in the piss contaminated pool before climbing out. Retreating to the area where she had left her sports bag she produced a large bottle of mineral water and after unfastening the top, proceeded to drink deeply. In her mind she was already getting ready for a naughty pee session in the changing rooms before fleeing to her penthouse room on the top floor. Suddenly she heard male voices coming from the stairwell which opened directly into the pool area. There was something about the tone or maybe the heavy guttural accent which started the alarm bells ringing in Laura's mind. Quickly she grabbed her bag and jogged across the cold floor tiles leaving a tell tale set of wet footprints behind her. It was not that she feared discovery of her naughty misdeeds in the pool, rather something primeval inside her warning her of danger. This fact was only too clearly outlined as when she slipped through the emergency fire escape door and the cold steel muzzle of a hand gun found the base of her warm neck.

"Miss Roft I believe?" spoke the hard voice.

Laura's heart missed a beat as she recognised the speaker – Jean Paul Montier, her arch rival and permanent nemesis. 

"I though my goons might send you my way" he continued pushing the unremitting metal presence of the gun muzzle deeper into the flesh of her neck. The pain was only the least of Laura's worries. The 'Amulet of Stars' had always been an obsession of Montier's and her retrieval of the artefact ahead of his efforts must have done nothing to please his notoriously bad temper.

"Jean Paul" she purred in her perfectly formed aristocratic English accent. "How nice to meet you here!"

"Can it bitch!" The gun moved from her neck and instead found the small of her back. "I think you have something I want?"

"Always" she replied, a hidden smile beginning to form on her pretty angular face. "Maybe while you are back there you would to help yourself to a peak?" She could feel him pause even without being able to see him. "Come on Jean Paul, you want to see my tits as much as any man and here I am almost already naked. Just a quick tug on my bikini top and you get to see the works.

"Maybe I will". Another pause and then Laura felt the gun shift from her back. "Don't get any ideas Roft, this is just for old times sake."

She felt his hand reached for the knot in her top and within seconds the material was sliding off her flesh. She could hear his breathing becoming ragged as his excitement built. Laura knew absolutely that his entire focus must now be on the sight of her emerging breasts, her hard nipples now coming into view. Her top fell to the ground, her exposed chest now on complete display.

"Turn around" he instructed desperate to see her womanhood in full glory. Laura's breasts had always captivated men of all ages with their large firm fullness and proud nipples. She started to slowly turn her muscles tensing. Her timing must now be absolute. Another couple of inches round now.

"Maybe you would like to see the rest as well?" she inquired in her most seductive voice. "Maybe you think I'm a bad girl and need spanking? Hmm! Would you like that Jean-Paul? My bare bum and your hand slapping down?" It was hard not to smile too much as she continued to tease him with her seductive taunts. "How about watching me have a wee wee? Would that be nice? Watch a grown woman have a piss in front of you. Just think. You'd get to see everything and just look at these steps. I'm sure they need a good washing. How about it?"

The moment had arrived. Montier was at his most distracted. Not only were her large bare breasts now on full display but his imagination was beginning to capture every possibility their situation commanded. The change from a slow twisting turn to full blown spin came so quick that her assailant had precious little opportunity to respond. Her left hand came crashing down in a knife like blow to his neck as she spun at full speed driving every edge of aggression into her strike. Montier went down like a sack of spuds and his gun flew to the floor where it spun across the floor to bounce against the far wall. She was just about to pursue it when the sound of running feet came through the thick glass in the fire escape door. Knowing she had no time to retrieve Montier's weapon she instead bolted for the stairs. Her large breasts bounced up and down on her chest as she ran up the steps. Her half nudity was the least of her worries as from below now came the sound of pursuit. Ignoring the doors as she ascended she headed instead for the roof. Her own footfalls were light enough as not to be heard down the floor well and she desperately hoped to escape as her foe was presented with so many possible escape exits during their ascent. Finally she burst through the topmost door onto the exposed open exterior of the hotel roof area. Immediately she caught herself as she started to slip on the wet metal directly in front of the door. Catching herself at the last moment she grabbed hold of a metal beam and steadied her pose. Behind her the roof door clicked shut was a sense of imposing finality. The rain soaked area around her was devoid of large structures, the air conditioning intakes being low slung affairs dotted over the wide roof. This meant she had nowhere to hide and no means to retreat. Already she was sure she could footsteps racing up the stairs to her position and she began to panic. 

Suddenly a wild idea came to her. The last time she had been in mortal peril she had escaped with the aid of her pee spraying out of her hairy muff. How could she use the same idea to save her this time? Inspiration arrived barely a second later and without hesitation Laura grabbed at her bikini briefs and yanked them down. It took barely another moment to position her lithe body in a full blown squat in front of the roof doorway and then she was doing it; taking a hot steaming piss out in the open. Between her legs her golden shower sprayed downwards covering the metal floor with a rapidly growing puddle of pee as she pissed for all she was worth. The footsteps were almost at the top of the stairs now and yet here she was, having a pee like a naughty little girl all over the floor beneath her exposed naked flesh.

Laura finished her wee with moments to spare. Quickly she jumped up, spots of warm urine landing on her legs as they flew from her piss covered pubic hairs. She took a big jump over the piss puddle on the floor and landed heavily on the roof. With a quick roll she was back on her feet and facing the door which at that moment burst open. The first man out, a burly tall brute dressed in black clothes and a large brown leather jacket, took his first step downwards bringing his leading foot right into Laura's spent wee. Her plan worked. Immediately he slipped, his body arching up and backwards as he fell – straight into the arms of the man behind him and they both collapsed into a crumpled mess. Laura leapt, now completely nude and her exposed pussy triangle coming to within inches of the first man's face as she scrambled over him and into the safety of the floor well. Behind her the men were trying to find their feet splashing around in a puddle of her spent piss. Had the situation not been so dire, she might even have found the scene quite entertaining. Instead she gave the nearest man a hefty kick from behind, her bare foot colliding with his gentiles. He went back down with a shout of pain and Laura used the opportunity to jam the door shut sealing them both on the roof. She took a moment to catch her breath, the cold metal of the door radiating through her sweat soaked skin. On the other side of the door started to come loud pounding and Laura realised she was not home free yet. Dashing back down the first set of stairs she burst forth into the corridor reserved for the penthouse suites. Jamming her finger into a fire alarm as she passed she reached her hotel room door. As the alarm began to wail she keyed the door lock and slid through the resulting opening into the cool refreshing dark of her room.



Laura Roft: Piss Raider Ch. 03



LAURA ROFT – 

PISS RAIDER (Part 3)

The party in the ballroom downstairs was now in full fling. Laura had deliberately left her appearance at the celebratory ball in her honour to the last moment as to make a big an impact as possible. She was now attired in a one piece black dress, open at the back from the shoulders to just above the initial curve of her perfectly formed bum cheeks. At the front, the open cut revealed a delicious large amount of side cleavage hiding only at the last moment, the welts around her already erect nipples. She had toyed with the idea of wearing panties but had dismissed it at the last moment. Now naked under the soft fabric of her dress Laura was ready to impress the waiting crowd.

Her long brown hair fell in long straight strands down her back like a shimmering curtain hiding the hidden promise of exposed flesh of her back. The lift was a long time arriving and Laura spent her time idly surveying the corridor. A certain memory of her time at boarding school came flooding back as her eyes lingered on a cigarette waste bin situated against one wall between room doors. It had been a dare that the young Laura had been only too happy to take up. The school girls had descended in the dark of night like a pack of eager wolves, to a spot outside the Principal's office where a similar shaped bin had been located. The other girls had held back whilst Laura had crossed over to the metal device before hitching up her night dress to reveal her firmly toned bum and bare pussy to the watching crowd. She had them clambered up onto the bin so that her vagina lips were pointed into the top opening before proceeding to take a long hissing pee directly inside. The sound of her urinating into the metal waste bin rose loudly in the otherwise quite corridor and some of the watching girls had become afraid that this would wake the staff. For her own part Laura had not cared in the slightest. The sheer thrill of being able to put on such a display for her friends and become such an exhibitionist was incredibly intoxicating. This rush of excitement was only coupled by the blissful relief coming from her bladder as emptied her much needed wee into the bin. It wasn't so much the naughtiness of having the other girls witness her wee as it was to actually be taking a piss that would be so obviously found the next day by the teachers. All the young girls loved to pee where they shouldn't; in the sinks, over the carpet in the dormitory upstairs, inside cups and bottles and even in their beds. However Laura was the only one brave enough to carry out such a stunt as this and having her pee in the public corridor.

The ping of the lift doors brought Laura out of her past. Shaking her head from side to side to displace the pleasing memories she took a step forward and entered the plush lift. Pushing the button for the ground floor, the doors slid shut and with a slight sense of displacement, the metal room began to descend. Laura looked at the posh carpet lining the floor. She had peed in so many lifts over time, leaving her scent for others to find and she was half tempted to stop the lift there and then for a repeat performance. There was something so intoxicating about having her private parts on display and having a gushing piss over a carpeted lift floor and she could already feel her excitement building. At the last moment she decided against it knowing instead that it could be something left as a treat for her return journey should no other opportunities present themselves at the party that night.

The remaining trip to the bottom floor saw Laura get more and more agitated. Just the mere thought of having a wee over the carpet had set her bladder in a state of readiness for release. By the time the doors once again 'pinged' open she was desperate with the need to pee. She exited the lift and was ready for making a mad dash to the toilets in the lobby when a young man dressed in hotel livery asked to pass by with his cargo of party food laid out on two levels of the metal trolley he was pushing. Laura's eyes immediately settled on the large punch bowl situated at the front of the top shelf of the trolley.

"Hello" she smiled to the man whose eyes had already settled on her exposed cleavage. "I have a wonderful idea" she continued. "Why don't I take this trolley for you and deliver it on its merry way to the party where I am headed. I certainly could do with a way of slipping into the party without drawing too much attention and this could be the perfect way?"

The young man suddenly realised that he was quite obviously staring at Laura's boobs and with a quick cough to try and hide his reddening cheeks he nodded in agreement. Laura pushed past him, taking pains to ensure that she came into momentary contact with the waiter just enough to further distract him. The press of her hot flesh radiating through the thin garment obviously did the trick and as she pushed the trolley away from him and down the corridor she knew he wouldn't challenge her obvious theft. Around a turn in the corridor and she was safely out of sight. Now she could proceed with her plan. She could feel her pee ready to escape her pussy lips at a moments notice and she desperately wished now that she had left her panties on as a means of secretly relieving her pent up piss. Fortune smiled on Laura as the first set of double doors she came to was unlocked and opened onto a conference room complete with a large dark oak table and matching chairs. Pushing the trolley inside Laura grabbed one of the chairs and used it to seal the doors behind her. Now the room was hers.

It took only several seconds to lift the large silver bowl containing the punch drink and place on a suitable spot on the carpet. The next few second later and Laura was hitching up her dress to around her waist exposing the curly mass of dark brown curly pubic hairs of her muff and the firmly defined roundness of her bare buttocks. She squatted over the bowl her pussy hole hovering just inches above the red party drink. One moment and her lower lips were sealed, the next they were parted to allow a thick stream of hot jetting piss to erupt outwards and spray strongly downwards into the waiting punch. Her fast flowing pee stream sprayed into the alcoholic cocktail merging with the drink adding her golden urine to the mixture of spirits and fruits already inside. She peed into the bowl for several long and delicious seconds savouring every moment of her latest wee, paying attention to every sensation as she emptied her hot piss into the punch. Then she was done, her pee hole closing as she stood up. She knew full well that she couldn't do her entire pee into the bowl due to the danger of the guests realising what had been done. By no means spent of her piss, Laura started to walk around the room. Her initial thought was to sit at one of the chairs and finish her leak over the thick pile carpet of the conference room but in the end she decided that a wonderful long pee all over the table would be far more fun. She clambered up onto the dark wooden top after discarding her high heels on the floor. Once in a suitable squatting pose Laura once again began to release her waiting hot piss shower.

Instantly a long twisting stream of delicious warm, pussy piss shot outwards from her cunt and with seconds was pattering down over the polished wooden surface. Laura gasped at the sight of the pee puddle growing rapidly in front of her pissing pussy. The wax on the table top was so well finished that it give the impression that her spent wee was actually floating above the surface and this was not to mention the near like mirror reflection she had of herself with her legs parted and her piss shower gushing forth from her open pee hole that was nestled at the base of her pussy. As time moved along, Laura's pee shower decorated more and more of the table until the first drips of her spent pee began to drip off the edge and onto the carpet. If nothing else Laura loved the idea that the hotel would never suspect a woman of carrying out such a deed as this. Peeing over objects was always thought to be a man thing with their quick and easy access to their pee tools. This made her act of piss vandalism even more intoxicating knowing that blame would fall elsewhere leaving her countless opportunities to repeat her naughty peeing fun in the future.

Unfortunately Laura's relief finally came to and end. Leaping off the table she hurried to the thick drape curtains hanging in front of the windows. Grabbing the bottom of one end she raised it up to her crotch. She still had enough inside her to manage a quick squirt of piss over the fabric and it looked simply wonderful as her golden wee was absorbed by the material. She then used the curtain to dry her pussy lips and then let go. Another minute went by as Laura rearranged her dress back in its original manner before she moved on to return to the piss enhanced punch drink back to the trolley. Usealing the door and a quick peak outside revealed a clear coast so she grabbed the trolley handle and quickly pulled it back out into the corridor. Positioned against the wall she took once last appreciate look at the punch bowel she had recently pissed into, before moving off down the walkway. She continued on and headed to reception where she informed the night staff that she had passed a trolley full of food on her way to the party and why had it not been delivered to its desired location. After a humble apology of thanks and a promise of quick delivery Laura left the hotel reception desk and made her way to the waiting ballroom.



Laura Roft: Piss Raider Ch. 04



The party proved to be a long and boring affair and Laura soon retreated to the welcoming darkness of the cocktail bar. An unusual twist in the architecture graced the bar with a welcome pool of moderated calm away from the crashing Latino beats pumping from the dance floor speakers. 

Motioning to the man behind the bar she selected a cocktail at random. She had already decided that the names definitely held more appeal in Portuguese than plain old English. Supping at the highly infused alcoholic drink Laura surveyed the bar and its occupants. The place was some what empty, most of the party crowd having hit the dance floor.

A young couple sat at the middle of the bar length were obviously lost in themselves. The girls top was unfastened several buttons down and as Laura watched them giggling to themselves she caught a quick glimpse of exposed nipple at the end of a deliciously toned breast. Feeling a little like a voyeur Laura looked away feeling her own excitement build at the sight of naked flesh. It was then that she noticed the young woman sat in the dark gloom at the far end of the bar. Even from this distance the woman looked unhappy. She was sat hunched over her tall cocktail glass obvious to the world. Long strands of shoulder length dark hair fell forwards obscuring her facial features. Intrigued and just a little bit horny, Laura decided to investigate.

"Hello" she said softly in the way of an introduction. The young woman's head snapped up at the sound of Laura's voice.

"I'm sorry, are you talking to me?" the woman said. Her accent betrayed away her Brazilian heritage. Laura's secret hunch had proved to be correct the woman was extremely attractive with large brown eyes, long dark eyelashes and lusciously brown tanned skin. Her lips were full, coloured with a deep red lipstick and Laura felt her hormones stirring to the woman's sexual attraction.

"Yes I am. You looked like you needed some company so I thought I'd join you."

"Wait a moment." the young woman gasped. "You're Laura Roft, aren't you?"

"As a matter of fact I am." Laura replied enjoying her celebrity status for a change.

"Oh wow! I'm a massive fan of yours. You're such an inspiration to me...." the woman was about to continue when Laura butted in.

"Please don't go on, I get enough of that when I was on the stage. For now I'm just Laura. And who may you be?" 

The woman blushed and momentarily looked away at her drink in embarrassment. Laura took this opportunity to scan her gaze down the woman's body and admire the firm tone of her slight breasts under her thin white blouse. 

The woman was wearing a short black skirt with vertical white strips running along the width. Even in the darkness of the bar area Laura could make out her well toned and extremely long shapely legs. Laura's mind was now set. She had every intention of bedding this woman and now it was just a matter of how much fun she could have in the process.

"My name is Annabel Garcia" the attractive young woman said sheepishly as she looked up again. "Forgive me my manners but it is such a shock to actually meet the guest of honour this way."

"What way did you have planned?" Laura asked giving Annabel her warmest smile whilst at the same time making sure she had full eye contact.

"Actually I'm a reporter." Again she looked back at her half empty glass before continuing. "I'm meant to be getting an interview from you but I'm knew to all this" she waved an open hand in the direction of the crowded dance floor.

"New to parties, I doubt that" Laura teased. "A pretty girl like you must spend most of time at one gig or another especially down in Brazil, party capital of the world."

Annabel smiled at Laura's comment and turned back to face her. "No. I mean this, getting an interview. There are all these big shot names and I'm just a small fry. How am I meant to get an interview with you?"

"What do you think you doing right now" Laura smiled again. She was really beginning to like this woman. The soft rise and fall of Annabel's hidden tits were just visible in Laura's peripheral vision and it was becoming quick an effort not to stare at them directly. She wondered if her own display of cleavage would have a similar effect but she suddenly realised that the young reporter was too star struck to be in a position to notice her amorous propositions.

"What really? You'd really let me interview you about your daring missions into the unknown and all those wondrous sights you have seen?"

Laura gave Annabel another warm smile and reached over to brush her hand against the woman's nearest arm. The bait was set. All Laura needed to do now was reel her in.

"Well why not? There is however one small problem". Annabel's pretty face dropped with obvious disappointment. "I really need to visit the bathroom for a wee." Laura continued "and who knows who might spot me on the way back. I might not even make it back to the bar." The attractive reporter made to say something but Laura continued. "However, there might be a way forward if you don't mind?"

"What ever Laura, it wouldn't be a problem for you."

"Well you mentioned 'daring' in your little speech earlier." Annabel nodded in eager agreement. "I want you to think for a moment about being in a ruined tomb that has been unseen by human eyes for centuries gone by. You are all alone and you've been travelling for hours. You really need a wee so what would you do?"

Annabel shrugged, a truly lovely effect considering the motion it gave to her small breasts under her light blouse. "I guess I'd find a bush and go there."

"Why use a bush. You are in a place that humans have not visited for countless hundreds of years. Just think you could do anything you want including peeing where ever you like.

A deep blush started to colour Annabel's face visible even in the poorly lit bar area. "You mean you just pee there and then?"

"Why not?" Laura giggled, amused at Annabel's expression of shock. "You talked of daring so if you want your interview then I'll have to have to do something daring right now. Is this OK with you?"

Annabel nodded dumbly. It was quite obvious that she had not registered what Laura was proposing to do.

Sitting up right in her chair Laura took a quick look around to make sure nobody had approached them. The bar tender was at the far end of the bar and the young couple were still lost in themselves. Slowly Laura started to part her legs making sure that the motion caught Annabel's eye. As the gap between her knees widened, her short black dress began to hitch its way up her legs. Suddenly Annabel gasped as she caught sight of Laura's bare pussy nestled at the base of her creamy thighs. The dress was now high enough to be out of harms way so Laura wasted no more time and immediately began her toilet.

The first squirt of piss from Laura's uncovered pussy squirted forth from her lower lips and narrowly missed Annabel's bar stool. Her spent pee immediately landed on the floor forming a little puddle under the Reporter's perch. Laura waited for a brief moment to savour Annabel's shocked reaction before letting go with full force this time. Instantly a long wavering stream of hot golden urine jetted away from Laura's muff, spraying downwards. Her pee stream then became a fast flowing fountain of hot piss which proceeded to rain down over the tiled floor in the area between the two women.

"I can't believe you're doing that in public" Annabel whispered her eyes never once leaving the sight of Laura having a piss over the bar floor. Laura couldn't actually hear what Annabel had said over the noise of the disco in the background but she could lip read well enough to guess. The beating pulse of the night club atmosphere did wonders to hide the tell tale sound her hot pee was making as it splashed all over the tiles at her feet. As usual Laura was getting an immense rush from her naughty relief. More so this time as she got to do it in front of Annabel, the woman she had every intention of fucking before the night was up.

The golden stream leaving Laura's pee hole continued to flow downwards on its way to the floor with no sign of abating. Annabel was firmly entranced by the spectacle Laura was performing just for her and the outline of her erect nipples was now clearly obvious under her blouse. The way in which the young reported was playing her tongue over her moist lips was a clear indication of her heightening arousal as was the way her own legs were now parted wide under her skirt revealing the slightest sign of white panties underneath. Laura's own sexual desires were raising rapidly now, both in turn to her exceeding naughty and risky piss over the bar floor area and the stimulus it was giving to Annabel. Between her warm thighs, her golden pee stream was now beginning to droop as she neared the end of her pee. Already though she had a wonderful idea of what should happen next.

As Laura's piss came to end with one last wonderful squirt of golden urine over the floor at their feet, Laura closed her legs together. She leant over and whispered in Annabel's ear, "I really needed that!"

For her own part, Annabel was still firmly focused on the large glistening pee puddle on the floor.

"I can't believe you just did that!" she finally gasped. "Do you really do what you said? I mean about pissing where-ever you like in tombs and such."

"Of course!" Laura replied edging back into her seat and taking a good opportunity to once again check out Annabel's body in the process"

"You must have fantastic fun! Please tell me all about it" she quickly turned and started to scrabble furiously inside her small handbag before emerging with a small notepad and pen.

Laura lent back over and laid a warm hand on Annabel's arm and whispered again into her ear "Don't you think you need to prove to me first that you're daring enough to be rewarded with an interview?"

Once again Annabel's cheeks reddened which only served to excite Laura even more. Moving her hand down Annabel's warm arm she gave the other woman's hand a conspiratorial squeeze. "Please, for me?" she whispered. "I want to see you have a wee from that pretty little pussy of yours. Then I reward you with a full one on one."

Annabel looked into space for several seconds and then suddenly nodded with a large grin forming on her pretty face. "Why not? If you can do it I can't see any reason why I shouldn't." With that she suddenly stood up from her stool, her white high sandals coming into contact with Laura's spent pee puddle. As casually as she could Annabel started the awkward task of sliding her panties down her long tanned legs without attracting undue attention. Watching from her stool it took all of Laura's restraint not to simply grab this delectable creature there and then before heading back urgently to her room for a much needed fucking.

Finally the act was done and Annabel's white cotton panties came into sight before quickly falling down to her ankles. Kicking them to the underside of the bar overhang, Annabel resumed her seat. With a flick from side to side of her long midnight hair she turned to directly face the fully aroused Laura.

Without a word she started to spread her legs mimicking Laura's earlier actions. Laura's excitement level went off at the peak as Annabel's shaven pussy lips came into view. As Laura watched on Annabel started to pee. A quick couple of squirts of piss shot from the gap between her legs before she overcame her nerves and her pee stream began to spray out in earnest. Laura didn't believe she had ever seen anything so beautiful until that moment when she witnessed this young Reporter's toilet in the hotel ballroom. 

As Annabel was sat with her back to the wall, the lights from the dance floor illuminated her shooting pee stream in an ever changing multitude of colours. Green, red, blue and still her flowing piss shower looked amazing as she squirted it out from her shaved pussy. Her pee stream shot forwards before beginning to droop as gravity caught her flowing shower and pulled it towards the floor. Annabel's falling urine stream bounced upwards from its impact point on the floor tiles. This was only inches away from the initial puddle Laura had made just moments ago with her own gushing pee stream. Within seconds the two urine puddles had become one. Annabel continued to urinate, her fast flowing spray of piss showing no sign of slowing.

"This is wonderful fun!" Annabel shouted across to Laura spreading her legs even wider to ensure that Laura got to see the full spectacle. She didn't get a reply as Laura's attention was too firmly rapt on the display of pissing being carried out in front of her. Suddenly a stunning idea jumped into Laura's mind. For the briefest moment she turned away from the sight of Annabel's spraying piss fountain and grabbed her now empty glass from the bar. Reaching forwards she moved the glass downwards directly into the stream of hot piss flowing out of Annabel's cunt. 

Hot pee splashed into the container and Annabel giggled like a little girl at the sight of her wee filling up the glass. Her toilet only lasted another couple of seconds. It was with a massive disappointment to both women as Annabel's pee came to an end. With a look of exhilaration on her face, her brown eyes sparkling in the lights from the disco Annabel closed her legs shut and stared with a look of deep anticipation in Laura's direction. Placing the piss filled cocktail glass back on the bar, Laura was quite tempted to make Annabel drink her own pee as well as part of their bargain but now she could wait no longer. Standing up with her feet splashing in the warm piss puddle on the floor, she grabbed Annabel's nearest arm and pulled her gently towards her. The Reporter rose from her chair completely willing in Laura's firm grasp.

"You need to follow with me" Laura said commandingly into Annabel's ear. Completely obliging Annabel did just that, following the famed tomb raider out of the ballroom and on their way to Laura's bedroom.

To be continued... 



Laura Roft: Piss Raider Ch. 05



Fucking Annabel had been a fantastic experience. Although younger than Laura she lacked nothing in the way of experience. The two women had spent the best part of a wonderful hour exploring every contour and curve of each other's body. 

Laura guessed what they said about women with small breasts being extra sensitive around the nipples as being somewhat true gauging the reaction she gained when caressing the young Reporter's erect buds with her probing tongue. The warm wetness between Annabel's legs had mirrored her own and Laura had taken great delight in exploring the fleshy confines of her partner's pussy hole.

They had started screwing each other in the lift on the way back from the ballroom, their sexual desires too wild to hold back. As they had collapsed against the lift wall they were already stripping away layers of clothing. Laura had gasped with exhilaration as Annabel had ripped open the front of her dress to allow her large tits to bounce out and within seconds the red welts surrounding her extremely hard nipples were being caressed by a warm flicking tongue which sought to explore every inch of her exposed breasts. Laura's body had been knocked back against the lift wall with enough force to cause the small room to shake as a spasm of almost orgasmic glory ran through her. Annabel had not waited instead seeking lower, questing for Laura's waiting pussy lips and the short protuberance of the flesh of her extruding clit.

Annabel had tasted Laura's piss as her tongue flicked through the mass of dark brown, curly pubic hairs that formed the tightly shaven triangle that lined the woman's vagina. The very scent of it was enough to drive her wild, the memory of their dirty piss sessions over the bar room floor an extreme aphrodisiac to her already maxed out arousal. She could feel the fires burning in her own pussy as she quested for the joy of Laura's womanhood and she remembered how desperately she needed be fucked by her lifetime idle. 

Laura's body was as firm and toned as she had always dreamt. Her incredible breasts in their hardened glory were an exquisite monument to female beauty. Pushing herself away from licking Laura's vagina she allowed the other woman to take control. Within seconds Laura was seeking out her pussy lips and placing her warm and delicious tongue inside her body.

When the lift doors had finally opened onto the corridor leading to the penthouse suites, both women were panting, sweaty and practically naked. It had taken an extreme amount of focus on Laura's behalf to remember the code to her door before it opened and the two women rushed inside. Then they were on the bed before the door had even closed. Their joint desires driving them wild with burning passion. Conscious thought was a memory, their every action driven by a wild desire to know the other's body. 

The smell, scent and taste of each other's sweat crowded out every other emotion as they climaxed hard against each other, their soaked bodies collapsing against the silk sheets. The room was still spinning as Laura's lips found Annabel's as she rewarded the Reporter with a post climax kiss before falling backwards into the welcoming support of the firm mattress. It did not take the two women long to recover and after a slow sensual start, they were soon back in the act of love making.

It was now the middle of the night. The room was filled with twilight darkness. Soft outlines of furniture muted into the room's shadows. From the outside the slightly open window drifted the distance sounds of light traffic moving around the city which never slept. 

Laura was awake now and restless. Beside her, the soft form of Annabel's body lay naked, face down in the pillows. Laura traced a finger down the other woman's back hoping to discreetly wake her. Annabel stirred slightly but showed no sign of leaving her slumber. Disappointed Laura pulled back the sheets to expose the wonderful sight of the young woman's supple body. Her wide and perfectly formed round bum cheeks were a wonderful sight in the soft light and Laura felt her excitement rising again. However there was a more pressing need in Laura's bladder and she knew she needed to pee again. The only question now was where in the room to go for a deliciously naughty piss over the furniture.

Sitting upright in bed, the sheets spilling off her large naked breasts she tried to recall the room's features when lit. She was sure there was a large ornamental vase lying around somewhere and it was just the right size for her to use as a chamber pot. She was just about to rise from the bed, her mind now fully made up to carry out the act of relieving her bladder in some location in the hotel bedroom when a superbly wonderful idea came to her. Rather than take a piss in a pot or over the furniture or even the carpeted floor, there was a much more desirable location she could use.

"Annabel?" she whispered in the stillness of the room. There was no response. She tried again but the young woman was lost in her dreams. Laura smiled broadly to herself and slowly rose onto her knees. Annabel's naked butt looked so simply delicious that Laura simply couldn't resist. Moving across the sleeping form of her new lover, Laura settled into a low squat over the naked body below her. Staring down past the large expanse of her bare tits she admired the sight of her triangular mass of pussy hairs posed only inches away from Annabel's round bum cheeks. 

The first squirt of pee shooting out of her vagina splashed directly between the deep grooves of the sleeping woman's curved bum, the sight of which drove Laura's excitement even higher. Within seconds and she was in full flow, a thick squirting stream of hot piss squirting strongly from out of her open pee hole and flowing over the warm flesh of Annabel's exposed buttocks.

Annabel stirred in her sleep but to Laura's ongoing delight didn't wake. Between Laura's thighs her gushing pee shower continued to cascade downwards creating a running stream of piss over the curves of Annabel's twin buttocks. The bed sheets were already soaked with Laura's piss but she couldn't care less as this was incredible fun. Suddenly it struck her that might even be more fun if Annabel was awake and a willing recipient for Laura's flowing piss fountain. With this in mind Laura slowed and stopped her wee over the sleeping beauty. In her mind she now feared that Annabel upon waking might be repulsed by what had been done and flee the hotel room in disgust. Shaking her head to dispel this imagery Laura climbed off the bed. She was still full of pee and had no intention of using the bathroom. 

Crossing to the dark form of the large sofa which occupied a central space in the large room, Laura went to stand directly behind it with her pussy lips only a small fraction of space away from the material. It was with a delicious relief when Laura once again resumed her wee. From her hairy vagina suddenly shot a new stream of hot piss which immediately started to play over the sofa fabric. Listening to the soft hiss of her pee stream squirting out of her pussy in the darkness was an exquisite sensation and Laura enjoyed several long seconds of wonderful pissing. 

Closing her pee hole for several seconds she crossed the dark room to the corner by the widescreen Plasma TV. Squatting down over the carpet she pretended that she was back in her dorm at boarding school and started to carry out a naughty little shower by squirting her piss over the carpet between her parted thighs. Once again the quite of the room was disturbed by the gentle hiss and patter of Laura's wee as it flowed from her vagina hole and desecrated the expensive carpet.

Nearing the end of her toilet Laura paused in her actions long enough to rise and pad stealthy across the room to the window. Lifting a curtain up to her pussy she had a quick wee into its folds before she used the soft material to wipe her muff dry. Taking a deep sigh of contentment she stared back at the bed. It was quite a tempting idea to cross back over to it and rejoin the sleeping and piss covered Annabel but Laura knew it was time for another course of action. The events in the day and her encounter with Jean-Paul Montier had left her with a burning desire for revenge. After she had triggered the fire alarm before sealing herself in her room, the hotel had been evacuated and her assailants had no doubt fled back to their lair. A few careful placed calls on Laura's behalf had soon revealed Jean-Paul's current abode and it was now time now to place a house call.

The darkness was no hindrance to Laura as she opened her specially sealed case from inside the wardrobe. Reaching inside and over the familiar contours of her twin hand guns she pulled at a soft leathery fabric, moving it quickly out of the case and onto the floor. It took no time to don the suit over her naked body and she was soon sliding home the zipper past the large roundness of her full breasts. The suit was a high grade military infiltration model designed to mask the wearer's heat signature and present as small a profile as possible for a night mission. The leather hood encapsulating her long strands of brown hair finished off the affair, the outfit fitting smoothly like a second skin. A set of sneak shoes were next in line and the finishing touch was a set of night goggles which turned the room green as they slipped into place. Laura giggled at the result. The warm wet patches where she had just peed were extremely obvious in the enhanced lighting from the goggles and she crossed back to the piss stained sofa to run an appreciate hand down the still warm patch where her pee had landed.

Returning her focus to her mission Laura decided it was time for action. Ignoring her usual weapons she instead settled for a small calibre silenced hand gun which she slipped into place around her waist. Moving across to the large window she then pulled it further open before slipping out like a vengeful ghost into the waiting night.

To be continued.........



Laura Roft: Piss Raider Ch. 06



The darkness of the Brazilian night accepted Laura like a welcoming friend. Slipping through the shadows she made her way swiftly through the back streets. She was approaching her destination when a sound ahead stopped her. A soft pattering noise was coming from the alleyway ahead. With a smile on her face hidden beneath her face mask Laura stealthily approached. Sneaking a quick peek around the corner she discovered that her guess had been right. Situated to the one side of a set of rubbish bins and old crates, two women had let down their skirts and panties and were now busily decorating the paved stone flooring with the combined flowing stains of their piss showers.

Laura's night sensor brightly illuminated the two fast flowing streams of the piss flowing from the pussies of the two women. Their spent pee pools glowed hotly in her bright green display as did their urine showers as they rained downwards between their legs. Wanting a more lifelike taste of the women's toilet Laura flipped her night lenses upwards and stole another peek at the two women. There was just enough light in the alleyway to betray their actions. A much better indication of their deed was the sound of their combined pissing which echoed loudly in the confines of the alleyway. The two pissing women were both young and attractive, the first with dark flowing curls, the second a short cropped blond. Between their knees, both had equally skimpy underwear on display whilst between their legs their pissing pussies were hidden by the darkness.

Laura flipped her night filter back into display. She felt cheated that between her expensive equipment and her own superbly trained night sight, she could not discern the women's vaginas. She loved watched people pee, men and women alike. However she especially loved looking at the way in which piss would squirt from a pussy. She adored being naughty and squirting her own golden streams in naughty and exciting places. Most of all she loved looking at the different shapes and sizes of women's pussies. Also, there was the indefinable pleasure of viewing the almost infinite different styles in which women would shave (or leave untouched) their mass of pubic hair.

The sound of flowing pee was being to die down now. With one final, green tinted looked at the urinating beauties, Laura stole away. Spying on the two women whilst they relieved themselves in a back alley had stirred up Laura's sex drive. Now she had a clear idea of how to exact her revenge in Montier's base of operations. All that remained now was to reach her destination.

Ten minutes later and Laura's black clad athletic body was sliding in through an open window in the side of the street level warehouse. Broken glass littered the floor easily identifiable with the bright moonbeams streaming in from outside. The windows ran the entire length of the far wall whilst another bank of larger, frosted glass covered the opposing wall. Casting off her night vision and black hood, Laura shook her hair free. Long brown tussles fell down her shoulders as she reached for the central suit zipper. Undoing it down her body she then started to peel back the black fabric and exposing her soft creamy skin underneath. Her large breasts fell free of their restraint, large and firm on her chest. Bending down, her tits jutting forwards, Laura exposed her wide naked buttocks and the clear outline of her pubic mass as she wriggled free from the last constraints of her stealth suit.

Once completed naked she stepped away from her outfit and started to steal around the room looking with interest at Montier's gathered notes and artefacts. Sheets of paper and notes lay littered everywhere. Idly she lifted up a discarded folder and quickly scanned through its contents. Not finding anything of interest she placed it back on the table where she had found it. By now the ache in her bladder had grown quite uncomfortable and she knew it was now time for her to have a wee. Padding softly over the cold floor Laura approached the doorway. She was going to leave Montier a nice large piss puddle on the floor for him to discover in the morning. Squatting down Laura brought her bum cheeks and pussy lips to within inches of the flooring. With a delicious initial squeeze Laura sent a hot thick stream of piss squirting over the office tiles. Her peeing was accompanied by a loud hiss and patter as her urine splashed down onto the floor.

Startled by the noisiness of her piss Laura decided it might be safer to find a quieter location to relive herself in. Standing up from her squat she admired the surprising large damp stain on the floor. She really had been bursting but now she really needed to continue her piss. Practically hopping from foot to foot Laura approached a rank of filing cabinets. Sliding out the bottom drawer of one such cabinet she resumed her squatting posture, this time allowing her pussy to hover immediately over the combined sets of files and folders insider. This time when she started to wee her escaping piss made a much softer noise as it rained downwards. Between her legs, her golden shower jetted from out of her open pee hole and sprayed the paper inside the cabinet with her hot deluge. This was much more fun than simply peeing on the floor and Laura continued her new wee for several long seconds.

The hiss of her escaping pee shower began to dwindle as Laura slowed her toilet of hot piss into the filing cabinet. With one last long and delicious squirt of pee into the open drawer beneath her form, she ceased her peeing. Standing up she grabbed a small stack of papers from off the top of cabinets before proceeding to wipe her pussy dry. Throwing the discarded pee stained papers to the floor she resumed her walk around the room.

At the far end lay a large wooden desk. Behind it was a dark chair made from leather and wood. Placing her bare buttocks down on its surface Laura found it quite comfortable once she had got past the initial chill. Sliding open the drawers she started to ransack the desk looking for clues as to Montier's next assignment. It wasn't long before she found the Vodka bottle. Undoing the top she took an experimental sniff. It smelt good so she took a quick swig. The drink felt like a smooth liquid fire as it slid down her throat and into her belly. Laura was tempted for a second dose but common sense advised against it. 

She was just about to return the bottle to its home when a very naughty idea came to her. Moving the still uncapped bottle down her hairy vagina she parted her legs and allowed the bottle mouth to come into contact with her pussy lips. With a look of deep satisfaction on her pretty face, Laura started to have a piss. This time when her hot stream of fast flowing urine escaped her pee hole it immediately shot into the whisky bottle.

Staring down at the spectacle going on between her legs Laura enjoyed the show of witnessing herself pee into the bottle. Her fast flowing piss squirt was flowing over the glass walls and flowing downwards to mix with the Vodka. There wasn't enough light to allow Laura to see the colour of her wee, but she knew that as long as she limited herself to just a quick piss then her deed should go unnoticed.

After capping the pee contaminated Vodka bottle she slid the drawer shut with the evidence inside. The next drawer proved to be a little more interesting although it took Laura a few seconds to absorb the significance of the paperwork. Her brain and hormones were still racing from her recent deeds. Piss vandalism was such an intoxicating way of extracting her revenge and she already begin to think of new ideas of where to have her next pee. The sheer sense of freedom of being able to spray her pussy shower where ever she liked, was already proving to be an incredible turn on. In fact her fingers were already exploring the region about her moist pussy hole as she held up the new papers into the moonlight streaming down from the wall windows. 

Suddenly the significance of her find impacted on her brain. Her left hand came up to join the right that was holding these now so important pieces of paper. Laura had immediately recognised the picture of the artistic impression of a tall throne of skulls. This was the famed centrepiece from the 'El Teatro de la Muerte' or 'Theatre of Death' belonging to an Inca king named Atahualpa whose taste in cruelty knew few bounds. Laura had been looking for evidence of the existence of the throne for many years and at last she held the proof she needed in her hands.

Her hands were shaking as she placed the documents on the table top. Running back to her suit she extracted her small spy camera and quickly returned to the desk. Flicking through the important notes she snapped away until all the images were safely stored in her camera. By now she was feeling something close to rage at the fact that her nemesis had discovered the location of the throne before her. What remained to do now was to destroy Montier's notes so he couldn't follow her into the depths of Mexico as she sought out the ruined temple and its legendary contents. 

Grabbing a permanent black marker pen from the desk she decided she would leave Montier a suitable note. In large letters she wrote the following on the wood of the desk; 'Montier. I would rather take a piss on the Atahualpa's throne than have you defile its home with your presence. Now that I have your notes I intend to do just that. Love Laura'.

Putting the pen down Laura stared at her handiwork. It seemed a suitable taunt but there was still something missing. Gathering up the notes that referred to the tomb and the sacred throne she placed them in a pile on the desk top. Without wasting another second clambered up onto the desk and carefully lowered her body down into a pee squat above the notes. With a satisfied check as to the distance between her pussy hole and the paperwork Laura started to pee.

Immediately a thick squirting shower of hot female urine splattered downwards. The initial impact point of her wee on the wood was accompanied by a loud pattering as she continued her toilet. Hot golden relief splattered over the desktop and the paper notes staining them immediately with her piss. Laura squirted harder ensuring that the main point where her piss hit the desk was in the exact centre of the notes. Splashes of piss bounced into the air with the force of her urine shower splashing down on the paper work. The notes themselves were already a piss soaked mess, the edges turning inwards as they absorbed more and more of Laura's hot wee.

Laura was enjoying herself immensely with her latest piss. She remembered the women in the alleyway and how turned on she had been after witnessing them pissing over the alleyway floor. She wondered now what they might have made of her own antics in pissing over this desk in such a deliciously naughty manner.

The hot stream of pee was still flowing strongly from her pussy lips when suddenly Laura heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the office door. With horror she looked away from the display going on between her creamy legs to instead stare at the door. She had only just managed to hold her pee back in when the door opened and in walked a monster of a man. He had to be six foot ten at least, his massive bulk filling the doorway. Laura felt like she had been frozen in place as the guard took in the spectacle in front of him. There she was, completely naked with her large breasts and pussy on complete display. Between her parted legs the evidence on the table betrayed her actions. The piss soaked note paper and the pee puddle on the surrounding wooden top was a sure telltale sign. As was the soft dripping sound her spent wee was making as it fell off the edge of the table and onto the floor.

Slowly the guard eyes moved up Laura's naked form. No expression betrayed his thoughts until their eyes met. Suddenly his ugly face took on a grimace of rage and he sprang to life. Charging at Laura's position he roared out loud, a dark metal prod appearing in one hand. This broke Laura out of her trance just in time. The prod like device flew through the air as the burly guard slammed it towards the spot on the desk she had been occupying. At the last possible moment Laura leapt from her squatting posture, her naked body arching backwards as she somersaulted. 

The metal device slammed into the wood just missing Laura. A loud flash burst from the desk and as a Laura landed she could clearly smell the unmistakeable stench of ozone in the air. Her body roll brought to her feet within seconds and she curled like a cat ready to pounce whilst her eyes sought out her opponent. It took a moment for the facts of what had just happened to register in Laura's brain. Slowly she stood up tall, pale moonlight washing over her nude form.

The guard lay in a unconscious heap on the floor, the metal device he had been holding still clutched in his hand. She recognised it now as an electric shock prod and that proved her initial suspicion about the events that had just unfolded. The electrically charged end of the prod had missed her by bare inches as she had leapt clear. However the device had continued downwards bringing the prod into contact with the pee puddle she had made on the desk. The resulting mixture of urine and electricity had reacted badly together as the guard had immediately discovered. 

With a satisfied grin on her face Laura walked over to the crumpled form of the man on the floor. Parting her legs in front of his head took great delight in sending a squirting shower of her piss downwards and all over his face. 'That will teach him to attack a nude woman having a wee,' she thought. Staring past her large hardened tits at the spectacle of her pissing pussy and the sight of her pee hitting the unconscious guard, Laura decided she would finish the rest of her wee all over him. 

Moving up and down the unconscious hulk of a man, she enjoyed the thrill of having a quick pee over him from different positions. Finally Laura exhausted her bladder's amply supply of urine and she finished her toilet with one final little shower over the guard's pants. This made her laugh out loud as she finished her leak as it gave the convincing appearance that the guard had wet himself.

Dressing back into her stealth suit, Laura hid her nude body within its tight fitting confines. Snapping the night visor back into place she slid like a ghost out of the window and returned to the Brazilian night. She was already planning her trip to Mexico which should prove to be a pleasurable experience. If nothing else there was a particular fetish night club that she had frequented in the past that she now had every intention of returning to. Softly padding her way across the moonlight street she reached an alleyway and then vanished into its welcoming shadows. 



Laura Roft: Piss Raider Ch. 07



Laura's trip to Mexico was boring and uneventful. However one of the joys of being rich enough to hire your own private jet was the opportunity to misbehave inside it. The first time Laura needed to heed the call of nature, she simply let down her tan shorts and skimpy panties and proceeded to simply pee in her chair. Hot golden piss squirted from the base of her hairy vagina and washed over the black leather. The strength of her pee stream was great enough to send a running stream of spent urine trickling over the rim of the chair seat whilst the rest of her golden shower created a small puddle between her shapely thighs. As soon as she had finished her piss she stood up and moved to a new location.

Her second pee on the long flight was more adventurous. The pilot's door was sealed shut so she enjoyed the sensation of stripping off completely before moving to the central walkway. Squatting down she placed her hands behind her on the soft carpet. This allowed her to thrust her crotch and waiting pussy forwards into the air conditioned air. Seconds later and Laura's piss shower erupted from the base of her pussy and was shooting into the air. 

Laura had been absolutely bursting on this particular occasion having filled her bladder with substantial amounts of chilled mineral water. The result was blissful to watch. From Laura's pussy slit and open pee hole was now shooting a torrent of piss which formed a high arching flow of golden urine. Her piss shower after reaching its apex in the air continued in its forwards momentum, splattering down on the carpet a good four to five feet away from its source from Laura's pussy lips.

The sensation was incredible and Laura felt just like a naughty little girl having her first pee over the floor in the school toilets. The patter of her piss raining down over the floor filled the cabin, a symphony of delight to Miss Roft. Staring between her spread legs and over the brown curly triangle of matted fur between her thighs, Laura watched entranced as her golden pee stream squirted out of her body. The way her urine flowed through the cabin air with the force of her piss squirt and then the way it landed on the carpet were utterly intoxicating. Inside her body, she could feel her hormones racing. 

The growing piss stain on the carpet was growing rapidly now, splashes of piss bouncing up from the main impact point of Laura's toilet stream. She continued squirting her piss out of her uncovered muff. She couldn't care less about the mess she was making with her incredibly naughty deed. A simple dropped bottle of wine afterwards would excuse both the puddle and the tell tale smell of her spent pee.

All good things come to an end and surely enough, Laura's golden urine shower started to dwindle as she exhausted her bladder's supply of piss. With a deep sigh Laura closed her legs as the last of pee squirted from her hairy pussy as she took one last piss over the carpet. Gaining her feet she retreated to the nearest chair, sat down and spread her legs wide. Taking the conveniently shaped champagne bottle off the table she moved the open end down to her waiting vagina. Within seconds she was pleasuring her moist hole, the glass bottle surface a delicious sensation against her pussy wall.

As Laura masturbated she closed her eyes. Her physical senses were entirely tuned to the waves of pleasure racing through her body as the end of the champagne bottle slipped up and down inside her. Her mind however, was elsewhere, a delicious memory of Annabel's sweet young body, the taste of her sweat upon her naked skin. As Laura rode her passion towards orgasm, the images in her head continued to fuel her desire. The shape and feel of Annabel's clit as she teased it with her probing tongue. The soft dimensions of a hardened nipple! The erotic pleasure of Annabel's sweet, full lips!

The private jet touched down at 7:25pm local time. The hot sweaty air and the stench from the city assaulted her nostrils as she descended the short ladder to the airport tarmac. Customs and passport control were quickly dispensed of and soon Laura was on her way to her chosen hotel. This time around she chosen a more discreet venue than the five star luxuries she was used to. This fact was predominately due to the location of the club she intended to visit on that night. It's salubrious, meaning that it was situated well into the less frequented area of the city, that was, at least by the tourists.

Laura very much doubted that anybody tonight would class her as a tourist, more of a seasoned veteran back on the scene. If nothing else, her latest attire was a subtle hint towards her planned venue for the evening. Tight, close fitting black leather covered her entire body, steel studs lining the sides. High, black heels with cruel endings donned her feet whilst a black leather cap covered her head. A set of expensive shades finished off her costume and she was ready for action. 

The hotel receptionist ignored her as she strutted past on her way out to the darkened street. The base of her heels rung hollowly on the lobby floor, leaving echoes of her passage resounded around the high room. The warm sweaty air of Mexico City coiled around her as she exited the building. The street was busy, lit by the neon of the overhead lights and that of the multitude of bar signs and adverts, all of which touting for attention. The people on the street resembled a menagerie of the worst of human breeding. Pimps, prostitutes, gays, bikers, cross-dressers, transvestites and more were all there. Some walked tall seeking attention whilst more seedy characters lounged in the shadows like wild animals on the scent for their pray.

Nobody paid Laura any attention as she walked the length of the street. In her outfit she was simply one of them; part of the underground night scene in all its depredations. Turning the corner she was greeted by the entranceway to a large alleyway and several feet further on was the front door leading to the "El Perro Sucio" ("The Dirty Dog").

The hulking form of the leather bound doorman let her pass without so much as a second glance. Inside the nightclub, the heat was stifling, the press of flesh against flesh intense. Strobe lights pulsed through the darkness dispelling the blackness for a split second before the shadows returned.

Pushing her way through the throbbing crowd, Laura found her way to a point to one side of the centre stage. The taste of human desire was running through the multitude, and Laura could practically taste the burning need in those around her. 

The act on stage was certainly encouraging entertainment; three naked women being subjected to a myriad of sexual acts by a forth woman who was dressed in bondage attire and holding a rather long and mean looking whip. The crack of this particular item drew appreciate hoots and catcalls from the crowd as the leading woman directed the orgy of sexual thrills upon the stage.

Laura was quite enjoying the show, the moistness between her legs affirmation of her appreciation. Suddenly somebody in the shadows from across the stage called out over the pumping bass of the music score. "LAURA!" came the voice, as she was recognised. For a second, mild confusion as others in the crowd sought out the object of the shout. "LAURA! It is her. LAURA!" came a second voice, closer this time. The crowd had finally recognised her and those stood around her drew back. "LAURA, LAURA!" the shout had become a chant as more and more people took it up. Wolf whistles of appreciation followed her as she ascended the stage, the four previous occupants sliding off to the sides with jealous expressions.

Laura stood with her back to the human zoo. She could feel the eyes wandering over her body, hot imaginations peeling away the leather to reveal her exquisite nakedness underneath. The feel of her outfit sliding around her wide bum cheeks and her damp pussy reminded her of just how tightly fitting her apparel was. Every aspect of her delicious curves would now be on full display for her appreciate audience and hers they most certainly were now.

The call of her name from the crowd was still rising. The press of bodies around the stage had almost tripled since she ascended into full view. Slowly she turned spreading her arms out to the side in appreciate. Still the volume of the calls increased. Suddenly a parting in the crowd appeared, moving as two very large figures pushed their way through. As they neared the stage Laura gave a large welcoming smile.

Both men were dressed in full Gimp suits. The leather spiked outfits they wore finalised by the zipped masks that hid their faces. As they took the stage alongside Laura, the crowd went truly wild. Each man then turned to face side on to Laura's leather clad body. As one, they both moved their hands to the zippers running vertical along their crotches. The zippers came down and each man produced his cock, both equally thick and long. Neither was circumcised, a fleshy barrier running around the slit at the end of his dick.

A silence descended on the crowd. Laura swore several of them were turning red as they held their breath in anticipation of the coming event. Finally the moment arrived. The timing of the two huge Gimps was perfect. At exactly the same moment they both started to piss, jets of golden pee erupting from the end of their semi limp dicks and showering into the air in which the middle of, stood Laura Roft.

Both streams of steaming hot urine landed on her at the same moment, splashing down over her leather bondage gear. She could feel the delicious warmth of their urine as it washed over her, splashes of which landed on the bare skin of her face and hands. As the golden deluge continued from the cocks of the two pissing Gimps, Laura's feet were surrounded by a growing puddle of human urine, its warm touch a delicacy against her flesh.

As her two consorts continued to hose her down with their strongly squirting golden showers, Laura slowly turned, subjecting her entire body to their splashing piss. The long brown strands of her hair were now covered in pee and was handing damply against her leather clad back. The hush of the crowd had vanished now replaced with cheers and applause. Wanting to give them more, Laura started to strip.

Hot, wet and spraying piss washed over her skin as she peeled open her top. She was still slowly revolving, the view of her slowly revealing body visible to all. Within seconds and her large tits had escaped the confines of her suit. The crowd went wild once again as she kept on turning bringing the fullness of her bosom into sight. Still she was undressing. Her tightly muscled stomach was now on display, the unzipping costume creating a 'V' shape aiming downwards towards her as yet hidden crotch.

Another turn brought her facing backwards to the edge of the stage. Now it was the turn of her buttocks to come into view. Two, perfectly formed bum cheeks were revealed; the deep groove between them a line of perfect blackness in the revolving spotlights overhead. Stopping her turn Laura slowly bent backwards as if she was going to squat. The joint streams of piss from the two Gimps continued to shower her body with their incredible warm wetness. The crowd started to call her name again as she peeled away the last of her leather exterior. Standing slowly, still enjoying every millisecond of the golden showers she was receiving, Laura turned once again. This time she treated the occupants of the nightclub to the sight of her uncovered pussy.

By now several members of the watching crowd were masturbating openly, their actions familiar to those around them. At this, the two pissing Gimps who had put on an incredibly lengthy piss turned their urine streams onto the crowd, peeing directly over those who they deemed to be misbehaving. Laura stood between them still dripping with piss. Her face was flush with the rush she had gotten. She was patient enough to allow the first of the two Gimps to finish the last of his urine into the crowd, before placing one leg behind his right knee. With a whirling smash she brought one hand around connecting with his burly torso before sending him crashing earthwards. 

His fall rocked the stage, the wooden boards underneath protesting at the collision. Laura didn't give him time to recover. Instead she leapt on top of him, knees coming to either side of his leather Gimp mask. She had started her own piss before he even had time to realise what had been done. Steaming hot pee squirted from Laura's cunt and sprayed all over the man's mask. Underneath came an unmistakable groan of pleasure as the Gimp accepted his fate with eyes shut tight to protect them from Laura's toilet.

A massive roar of applause echoed from the club floor at her actions. Already a queue was forming of expectant hopefuls, each wishing desperately to be in the place of the Gimp on the floor. The second huge man on the stage had since departed, more eager to relieve his own pent up needs that to enjoy the continuing show.

Laura's piss abated slowly, the golden squirting spray of piss leaving her pussy drooping as she neared the end. Evilly she held back with one last squirt until the Gimp thinking that she had finished, open his eyes. The answering squirt of piss from her lower lips was a complete satisfaction to Laura as she stood up from the now squirming Gimp. With a deep sigh of contentment she surveyed the crowd drinking in the sweet sights of temptation lining the floor around the stage, all their eyes fixed upon her nude and piss stained body. 



Laura Roft: Piss Raider Ch. 08



The ascent had been a long one but they were now rapidly approaching the summit. Below the cliff face where they were currently hanging, the valley floor spread itself it outwards; a lush setting of tropical rainforest. The heat up here at almost the top of the towering mountain was fresh and clear unlike the moistness they had endured for several days as they had hiked through the jungle. Laura felt reborn having been stripped of their heavy camping bags. The only weight now on her shoulders was the familiar feel of her trusty rucksack that had accompanied her on many an adventure. A refreshing breeze had recently sprung up and toyed with the two women as they ascended the mountain face. Being panty-less inside her tan shorts meant that Laura could easily enjoy the sensation of the air moving across her pussy.

Several meters below, her new found lover; Annabel, was proving to be a more than adequate climber. If not for the first time, Laura praised her watching deity for her reward in meeting such a woman.

"How much further?" enquired Annabel from below. 

Laura gazed down past the groove between her large firm tits at the sight of Annabel who was now almost directly below, clinging onto the rope that Laura was feeding her.

"Not long now?" Laura shouted down. "Why? Are you okay?"

"Yes, but I think I need to pee," was Annabel's reply.

The merest mention of peeing suddenly set Laura thinking. She took another look downwards. It was simply too good an opportunity to miss!

The first drops of Laura's emerging pee shower soaked into the fabric guarding her groin from view. Seconds later and Laura was pissing in earnest. From her pussy lips was now squirting a fat jetting stream of clear coloured pee. Her wet warm piss shower felt gorgeous as it splattered over her skin as the thin material of her shorts providing a momentary barrier to her escaping piss. After a moment and the volume of pee leaving Laura's pussy lips was too much to contain. A very wet piss shower immediately began to rain downwards onto the unsuspecting form of Annabel.

"Damn! Laura I think it is beginning to rain," complained Annabel.

It was such a struggle for Laura to keep the laughter out of her voice. "Don't look up and get it in your eyes or you may fall. Showers like these only last a couple of seconds. Hold on and you will be fine." Looking down at her crotch, hands still gripping the rock face for support, Laura enjoyed the view. It was quite easy to see her pussy spray as it fell from her shorts. She was still squirting hard into her clothing enjoying the sensation immensely. Meanwhile, a hapless Annabel was being subjected to her escaping pee spray.

"I think it is passing now," Annabel called upwards. Laura's pee over Annabel's long brown hair and shoulders was abating as Laura reached the end of her toilet.

"Just another couple of seconds and it will be done," called down Laura. Mirth was all over her face, the sensation of having a sneaky pee over her friend and lover was simply orgasmic fun.

The summit was reached five minutes later. Laura had to hide her face from Annabel as she saw the mess she had made with her pee down the rock face.

"Time to go," Laura practically giggled. Fortunately Annabel was too busy with other tasks to notice.

"What about my need to pee?" asked Annabel indignantly as she stowed the remains of her climbing gear into her rucksack.

"It won't be far to the tomb now. You can pee when we get there.

"What, so you can have a good look while I piss?"

"Of course," laughed Laura. "I love watching you pee. It turns me on."

"That I will try to give you a good show," replied Annabel, a wide smile on her pretty face.

Several minutes later and neither woman was smiling. The encounter with the natives had come as a complete surprise. Rounding a corner, Laura had practically run into the one native savage. Both recovered almost immediately, one moving to rush forwards with his spear ready, the second with her guns in her hands and fingers pressing against the cold metal triggers. The twin bullets had impacted into the savage's chest sending him spinning backwards. A loud cry had instantly come from the left as two more savages burst from out of the under bush.

The chase was now on. More and more savages had joined the pursuit, the howling cries of their tribesmen calling them on. The two female adventures had been hard pressed to maintain a good lead through the thick foliage. Finally they had reached a rocky ravine and Laura had plunged on after briefly recognising an ancient glyph carved into the rock. The passage between rising grey walls led on for another minutes worth of frantic running, native spears thudding around them as they ran. Finally the end neared and they found themselves with nowhere left to go. Frantically Laura grabbed at the thick branches and bushes of the growth covering the rock face. As Annabel joined in, it became immediately apparent that an ancient doorway lay beyond. A whoop of joy escaped Laura's lips as she found the ancient lock.

"The scriptures were correct. This ancient culture was based on the elements, water being the source that bred life. If I am right, then this will do the trick quite nicely. She ripped her rucksack off her back and delved inside only to retrieve their supply of water inside a large plastic container. Laura was just lifting it upwards to the locking mechanism when a new spear flew towards them. The water bottle was snatched from Laura's raised hand as the flint head of the spear buried itself into the plastic. With a dull wet 'plop' the bottle burst open on the ground where it landed, sending their valuable water supply running into the cracks in the ground.

Another spear embedded itself in the rock face beside Annabel.

"Laura, do something," Annabel pleaded. The whooping war cries of the tribesmen were getting closer by the second.

"I can't!" Laura said from her position by the sealed doorway. "It needs water to open it and that was our only supply.

"What shall we do then?" screamed Annabel as another spear narrowly missed her."

"Well, you said you needed to pee. Try pissing into the lock." With that Laura snatched her guns out of her holster and started to fire in the direction of the approaching tribesmen. As several of their number collapsing in bleeding piles on the rocky ravine floor, the others scattered for cover.

Laura took up a defensive position, firing with her twin pistols whilst Annabel did a crazy dance on the ground, desperately trying to remove her shorts and panties whilst all the time, spears rained down around them. The loud bursts of fire from Laura's guns were silenced for a split moment as a metal crack on the ground announced a change of magazines. By now, Annabel was half naked and rushing to get her pussy up to the split in the rock face where the lock mechanism waited.

"Don't take too long!" Laura shouted over the continuing barrage of fire she was laying down. The tribesmen for their point had seen the better part of valour and were now hiding amongst the rocks on the slope that led down to the entranceway to the forgotten tomb. Meanwhile at the lock, Annabel was now desperately trying to pee. Unfortunately her pussy lips remained sealed, her situation too frantic to allow her to overcome her nerves and start to piss.

"I can't do it!" she cried out to Laura. "Why can't you come and pee all over it. After all that is what you are good at?"

"I can't go now," shouted back Laura.

"Why not?" was Annabel's hurried shout. Her shaven muff was still poised over the gap in the rocks she was still trying to take a piss into.

"I've only just been," shouted Laura. She was now loading yet another set of clips into her guns. Smoke trailed from their hot muzzles.

"Where...," Annabel started to say and then realisation dawned on her. "You dirty BITCH!" she exclaimed. "It wasn't raining at all on the cliff face. That was you, taking a piss all over me."

Laura didn't reply. She knew if she escaped their current predicament then she needed to treat Annabel to a very special fuck, if she was to be forgiven.

"Pretend it's me then and not a lock to a hidden tomb that has been lost for over two thousand years. That might help you pee. If you don't piss in that lock soon then we'll both be on a serving platter tonight."

"You mean they are cannibals?" shouted Annabel in alarm.

Laura looked over her shoulder in disbelief at Annabel's question. Here they were about to be speared to death, and Annabel suddenly had reservations about being eaten afterwards!

"Just piss!" 

At that very moment Annabel finally managed to pee. From her delicious pussy lips nestled between the short, shaven curly pubes of her muff, suddenly shot a thin twisting stream of hot piss. Immediately her golden flow started to splatter around the lock, washing the ancient stone face with a covering of hot yellow pee.

"Piss down the hole," instructed Laura. She was backing up now, getting nearer to the still pissing form of Annabel. In was hard to resist the temptation to watch her friend urinate from her incredible pussy. Already Laura's imagination was summoning up an image of the two of them entwined in a sixty-nine position, tongues exploring the other's vagina.

"I'm doing it but nothing is happening." The fear in Annabel's voice was tantamount to panic.

"Keep calm and keep peeing down that hole. Our lives depend upon it."

The twisting yellow stream squirting from Annabel's pussy continued unabated although for a second Laura thought it was about to dwindle and die. Annabel had her eyes closed now trying to recall every pee she had ever carried out whilst standing. Wonderfully memories of her experiences since had met Laura flooded back to her, all helping her to continue her toilet into the lock. At that very moment she was recalling a time the two of them had stood with their uncovered pussies up to the railings in their hotel balcony. Twin streams of squirting piss had flow thrown the night air as their joint pees fell downwards to patter across the water of the deserted swimming pool. It had been such a delicious naughty pee and they had both revelled in the experience. Afterwards, their love making had been a wonderful thing.

A loud grinding noise coming from deep below in the ground below brought Annabel back to the present. Impossibly, the rock face behind them in the gully was slowly swinging open. A sigh of sealed air rushed out to greet them, the taste of centuries carried in its gasp. 

"You can stop peeing now," shouted Laura as she discarded yet another set of clips. At her feet suddenly appeared yet another spear, missing her boots by mere inches. "Get in before in starts to close again."

"My panties?" yelled Annabel in alarm as a hand grabbed her and yanked her towards the dark embrace of the newly revealed tunnel.

"We haven't time. I'm almost out of ammo," was Laura's abrupt reply. With a firm grip she grabbed the resisting Annabel and dragged her forwards. A warm wet spraying sensation upon Laura's legs revealed that Annabel's pussy hole was still squirting out her hot pee.

Seconds later and the darkness enveloped them as the heavy doors ground shut. Just before they closed a new spear shot through the dwindling gap and bounced off the stony floor.

"That was close," breathed Laura.

"Where are you, I cannot see you?" whimpered Annabel. A slight tinkling sound in the absolute blackness that surrounded them, announced that somebody was still peeing.

"You can stop now," giggled Laura. Deliberately she didn't switch on the torch she had just dug out of her backpack. There was something quite evocative about the sound of Annabel peeing in the dark.

"I can't stop," whimpered an obviously scared Annabel.

"Shush!" whispered Laura coming to stand beside her lover. It had been easy to determine Annabel's location in the darkness by the very sound of her falling pee shower. "There is nothing to be afraid of now," she reassured Annabel whilst slipping one hand in the direction of Annabel's pussy lips. A playing wet warmth on her fingers announced the fact she had indeed found the location of her lover's pee flaps. Moving through the now dwindling piss stream, she started to play, teasing Annabel's clit with one finger whilst placing another digit directly in front of her pee hole. This caused the last of Annabel's pee to spray messily over both Laura's hand and Annabel's naked thighs. A small gasp of pleasure and the censure of Annabel's pee was the desired result.

They fucked, there and then, enveloped by a darkness born of centuries passed in underground places. The chill of the tunnel air was nothing compared to the heat radiating outwards from their sweaty flesh as they entwined together. Hot fingers tugged at Laura's shorts wrestling them from around her pussy and bum cheeks. As soon as they were free, Annabel's fingers were seeking out the wetness of Laura's pussy. Fingering her friend's crack was ecstatic and Annabel could feel her hormones racing. Her world was reducing to the simple pleasure of fucking and being fucked in return as Laura's tongue found her right nipple as her thin blouse parted company from her chest. 

Annabel's' sweet smell was in Laura's nostrils as she sampled exquisitely the shape and texture of Annabel's tits. Moving first from the right and the then her left, she sucked and fondled the wonderful protuberances whilst all the time massaging and stimulating her lover's breasts with her cupped hands. Kissing another woman's tits whilst being fingered lovingly in return was an incredible stimulus and Laura could feel her passions moving on towards an inevitable climax. There was something incredibly special about fucking in a forgotten tomb that was driving her wild. Maybe it was because this was her element, the places she loved the most, with all their mystery and promise of surprise. Maybe it was because she received so many thrills in the past from dropping her panties before having a naughty slash in the resting places of forgotten kings?

The darkness was absolute, filled now with the ragged panting of the two women as they enjoyed the other's sex. Laura had squatted down, one handed in her crack whilst she licked the contours and deep hole of Annabel's invisible pussy. Without sight to guide her it was more of a turn on to simply allow her tongue to do the discovering, moving upwards and downwards along her lover's slit. She quickly teased around Annabel's clit before moving downwards to push into the moist hole of her lover's muff. Laura could taste Annabel's piss on her tongue as she worked her way to their mutual orgasm. The short shaven hairs around Annabel's lower lips held traces of her spent pee; an aphrodisiac to the famous piss raider. Annabel for her own part was lost in her own world of bliss, hands cupping and massaging her tits whilst Laura stimulated her lower regions.

In the end there was only one conclusion. Laura managed to back away from Annabel's pussy only milliseconds before her friend came hard. She could feel Annabel's love squirt washing over her exposed chest just as she reached her own thundering orgasm.

The darkness around the two sexually satisfied women seemed to become more oppressive as the moments passed as they recovered their strength. Finally the beam from the light from Laura's powerful torch displaced the blackness and sent it reeling back into shadows dancing upon the rocky walls.

"We best dress and get going," Laura said between receding pants of air. 

"That is easy for you to say," said Annabel with a sound of resentment in her voice. "I left my panties and shorts outside. I'm going to have to go adventuring from here on out, without any bottoms on.

Laura giggled and then laughed out loud. Seconds later and Annabel burst out laughing as well. Laura's torch played over Annabel's naked flesh highlighting just how comical it was going to look - a half naked brunette wandering around a forgotten tomb with nothing at all covering her lower regions!



Laura Roft: Piss Raider Ch. 09



Annabel shivered as she followed Laura down the steeply inclined tunnel. Being naked from the waist down had seemed quite funny at the outset. Now with the chill of the tomb around her it was quite a different matter. Fortunately Laura was setting a fast pace and the effort of keeping up was helping to keep her warm. The only light source was the strong beams emanating from the powerful torches of the two women. Unfortunately the beam from Annabel's torch spent most of its time wandering back to Laura's round firm buttocks hidden from view inside her tan brown shorts. Even after their impromptu love making at the tomb entrance, Annabel was still horny. The recent memory of Laura's nipple buds inside her mouth was still too fresh as was the recollection of her lover's warm and very wet pussy tunnel. The very thought of Laura's vagina caused Annabel to trace an exploratory finger along the grove of her pussy lips between her legs. In truth she was still a little annoyed about the way Laura had taken the liberty of pissing over her hair whilst they had been rock climbing. In retrospect in might not have been such a bad thing had she known at the time the source of shower being sent her way.

Ever since their first meeting at the hotel disco, Annabel had been mesmerised by the sight of Laura have a pee. The way her golden stream would squirt strongly from the little hole nestled in her pussy lips and the way it flowed through the air was simply ecstasy to witness in action. Annabel also loved the way in which Laura was so thoroughly naughty in the locations she chose to squirt her piss fountain. Just watching Laura's hot golden relief pattering over her chosen spot was almost enough to make Annabel come. Now lost in a daydream of recollections of seeing Laura having a piss, Annabel continued her descent behind the famous tomb-raider. One particular time especially came flooding back to her. The two of them had been enjoying a romantic dinner in a very exclusive restaurant. Laura had been wearing a very tight and complementary black dress with a low cut top which revealed a deliciously tempting amount of cleavage. The fabric was so thin that Laura's heightened arousal could clearly be discerned by the sight of her pointed nipples sticking out through the material. Annabel had been wearing a white backless affair, the tanned flesh of her supple back an amazing turn-on to Laura who had followed her friend towards their table situated beside an ornate fountain. The water feature was an expensive affair; gushing water pouring from the urn held by a young nymph. In the pool below, several large goldfish swam lazily around undeterred by people moving past.

The sound of the playing fountain was a wonderful cover for the two women and for what they had planned. Laura naturally went first, spreading her firm toned legs under the table to expose her shaved pussy to the floor below. Seconds later a thin stream of clear urine was squirting from her pee hole and proceeding to fall in a fountain of piss to the expensively tiled floor below. Even though she couldn't see Laura's pee as it squirted from her lower lips, Annabel got an immense thrill from knowing her lower was having a secret piss at the table. When Laura had squirted enough of her pee for the time being she gave a quick wink to Annabel to signal her turn. With a deep breath and a tight squeeze the young Latino started a piss of her own. Between her brown tanned legs a shooting shower of hot piss started to squirt strongly from her pee hole. Within seconds her toilet shower was watering the floor below forming a second growing puddle on the tiles. After enjoying her pee for several seconds she sealed shut her piss flaps. It was to be a wonderfully long evening with many opportunities to resume peeing at the table when-ever they liked.

This was how the evening had progressed. When-ever they felt like having a pee, they simply parted their legs at the table and proceeded to squirt their urine fountains over the tiled floor below. At the end of the evening Laura 'accidentally' knocked their bottle of champagne to the floor. The resulting escaping liquid ran under the table and into their pee puddles hiding all evidence of their naughty exploits. Back at their hotel and before a night of exotic love making, the two women had stood side by side on the top landing of the fire escape stairwell. With their dresses hitched up above their waists, their uncovered pussies were free to send two wonderfully long and powerful streams of squirting hot piss down through the protective railings and downwards to the floor many levels below.

"Can you hear that?" Laura suddenly asked, coming to an abrupt stand still. Annabel snapping out of her erotic memories almost collided with her partner and only caught herself at the last moment. It took a couple of seconds and then Annabel heard the sound. Indistinct at first but then it was easy to discern the sound of distant running water. Laura beamed a big smile at her friend at reached over to give her a quick kiss on the lips. Annabel was all for returning the gesture but with more gusto but suddenly Laura's head snapped around.

"What's wrong?" Annabel whispered urgently.

"I though I heard voices," she replied. "There it is again. We are not alone down here."

"You mean those tribesmen again?" asked Annabel with a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold.

"Possibly. We need to find out. Keep your torch trained on the ground and get ready to turn it off if I give you a signal."

The two women continued their advance. The rock walls which were carved into the heart of the mountain where the tomb was buried now seemed oppressively close. The circles of light on the rough hewn floor seemed a small source of comfort as the sound of flowing water grew closer. After another minute worth of careful travel Annabel heard her first fleeting catch of human voices.

"Laura," she whispered in a low hiss. "I might be wrong but I think they are talking in French."

"Montier!" Laura spat the word, her spittle landing on the rocky floor. "That bastard must have found another way into the tomb." A glint of light reflected off the barrel of one of Laura's hand guns as she slid it from holster. "We must be very careful now. Follow me."

The tunnel continued its sharp descent until finally levelling off. A junction awaited them barely several feet further on. Almost at the same time Annabel noticed a change in their surroundings. A warm current of air was flowing up the right hand corridor a tangible amount of moisture in its breath. The feeling was wonderful on Annabel's bare posterior and uncovered pussy.

"This way," instructed Laura. They had barely begun to continue when Laura paused once again. With a sharp click she extinguished her torch and Annabel immediately followed suite. Rather than total blackness, a faint glimmer of light beckoned in the distance. After several seconds of adjusting to the weak rays ahead the two women set off, their footfalls barely making a sound. The water they had heard before was much louder now, obviously moving with quite some force. The amount of light was increasing also.

Finally they reached a corner and Laura took a peak around. "I don't believe it," she whispered in obvious surprise. With a bold step she vanished around the turn in the wall. Annabel hesitated for a second and then followed in Laura's wake. The vision which greeted her stole her breath away. The corridor they had been following emptied into an immense cavern. Bright sunlight flooded the enclosure from an open roof, the warn sun's rays beating strongly down into the shaft which had been obviously been caused by a shift in the mountain's massive weight many moons ago. A short beach of granite rock ran down to a blue lake which filled most of the cavern's expanse. Reflective light played across the surrounding walls whilst the call of many birds echoed downwards from the many trees and branches that were growing out from the rocky walls. The scene was stolen from a vision of paradise. Annabel could almost feel the relaxing water moving around her body as she mentally prepared herself ready for a swim.

"Stop!" Laura suddenly commanded, raising one arm to block Annabel's forward motion. "What have we here?"

Annabel looked to the right where Laura's gaze was fixed. It took a second and then she registered the objects on the rocky ground. A collection of backpacks and other equipment were laid sprawled on the floor. With a motion of a finger to her lips to indicate stealth Laura advanced carefully forwards, the muzzle of her twin hand guns now pointing the way. Where the objects on the ground were located, two massive boulders had fallen a long time ago, effectively creating a barrier in the beach. Over the sound of the crashing water which must now be coming from a waterfall on the other side of this natural barrier, was the sound of voices laughing and enjoying a good time.

Laura let out a quick giggle and pointed her guns at the assortment of kit around them. "I think we have the perfect opportunity for a bit of sabotage."

Annabel looked around and giggled also. "I think I need the toilet again."

It didn't take long to assemble all the electrical apparatus into one large pile. Cameras, GPS devices and even a laptop formed the collection that lay under Annabel's large, round and perfectly formed bum cheeks as she dropped into her pee squat. After a couple of seconds of straining a trickle of hot golden pee started to leave Annabel's pussy lips. Barely a moment later and the trickle became a fast flowing stream of golden urine as Annabel peed in earnest.

Laura could feel her nipples hardening in her top at the sight of Annabel taking a piss all over Montier's precious equipment. Annabel had such an incredible and fuckable vagina and already Laura was imaging some new and interesting ways to pleasure her lover's pussy. Meanwhile Annabel's toilet was continuing unabated. From between her fleshy lower lips, a thick stream of fast flowing, squirting piss was now forming a continuing fountain over the electrical items below Annabel's bare bum. The impact point of Annabel's urine shower was flowing in and around the laptop and over an obviously very expensive Nikon camera. Unfortunately, Annabel's piss was already coming to an end. Her cheeks were flushed with sexual arousal whilst her gaze had never left the sight of her pee squirting from her lower lips.

Once Annabel had finished her piss she stood up and moved to one side looking a Laura in expectation of a repetition of her behaviour. Laura shook her pretty head from side to side. "I have a better idea," she said. Moving past Annabel she leapt upwards, grabbing the top of the first boulder and pulling herself upwards. Immediately her twin guns were back in her hands and pointing downwards at something out of Annabel's sight. Not wanting to miss anything that might prove to involve Laura exposing her pussy and taking a piss, Annabel quickly followed in pursuit. As she mounted the boulder she found that Laura had gained herself an audience. Below was a shallow pool fed by numerous cascading water streams that fed from outlets in the mountain wall. Three men, all naked with their cocks and balls on full display were now gaping in disbelief at the two women. Already one man's cock was showing signs of stirring as he took in Annabel's exposed lower region. Beyond the men was Montier still obvious to the present of his new guests. He was laid full length in the shallow water which lapped around his bare legs whilst an ebony coloured woman was currently hard at work sucking on his hidden dick. The Negro woman's bum was stuck up in the air facing the two women, the contours and groove of her pussy lips completely on display.

"Boss!" shouted one of the men over his shoulder whilst his eyes flickered nervously between the barrel of Laura's pointed guns and the naked display of Annabel's exposed flesh.

Montier groaned, never once opening her eyes. His expression was that of one lost in rapture. Raising one hand he gave a submissive gesture in the direction of the man who had spoken. 

"Boss, I really think you need to see this," the man said again this time with enough urgency in his voice to convince Montier to open his eyes and take a look at the goings-on around him. As he did so he gasped loudly in disbelief at the sight of the two women stood up on top of the boulders. The black woman, realising something was wrong, broke contact with pleasuring Montier's penis and looked around. Her expression immediately turned to fear as she saw the guns being trained on her. Scrabbling up from the shallow water she backed away repeating a word in an unfamiliar language. She had large tits, almost as big as Laura's, with deliciously round nipples that sat surrounded by welts of dark brown skin.

"Laura Roft!" Montier gasped in surprise. Recovering his composure he tried to speak again. Laura silenced him with a side to side wave of one of her guns. She was triying to keep a straight face but the sight of Montier lying in the water with a massive erection holding his large dick skywards was a little difficult to take seriously.

"I sorry lads, but your boss needs you to take a swim." She nodded in the direction of the large lake which merged into the pool water below the boulders. They didn't need much encouragement. By now all three of them were fully erect, trying to hide to hide their dicks behind cupped hands. Laura guessed that she wasn't the only one who wanted to fuck Annabel.

As the splashing of the retreating men died down, Laura turned her attention to her nemesis. The man's cock was limp now, fear having the required effect. The naked black woman was still cowering by the wall, one of her large breasts poking out from between her clenched arms. A smile came to Laura's face as she suddenly caught sight of a stream of golden liquid falling from underneath the woman's posterior and pattering into the water beneath her. The woman was obviously pissing herself with fear, her golden toilet leaving her hidden pussy lips and raining downwards. Laura looked over to Annabel to see if she had noticed. She had. Her gaze was firmly fixed on the black woman.

"Annabel." Laura had to repeat herself again. "Annabel. Go to her. She is obviously terrified."

Her semi dressed lover nodded needing little encouragement to go and comfort the attractive, naked and pissing black woman. As Annabel descended into the water below Laura leapt down with a well executed roll in the air before landing with a splash in the pool below. Advancing on the naked man she brought herself directly up to his face. "I have a little present for you," she said gently and then started to squeeze on the hold in her bladder. The reaction on Montier's face was a picture that Laura would treasure forever as she commenced her piss. Her pussy flaps parted to allow her strongly jetting shower of clear coloured piss to wash all over Montier's face and head. The man stuttered and made to escape the shower of Laura's pee but the barrel of her guns soon persuaded him otherwise. Laura was so lost in her act of retribution that she was oblivious to the goings on to her right.

As Annabel had made her way over the terrified black woman her attention was torn as were to look. In front of her the dark skinned was still peeing into the water below her round curved bum cheeks. On the left it was quite obvious that Laura intended to take a piss all over her nemesis. It was this distraction that allowed the following sequence of events to take place. The black woman's eyes had been firmly fixed on Annabel's movements. The flowing stream of pee issuing from her mass of black curly pubic hairs had nothing to do with fear. She knew of Laura's reputation for staining the tombs of forgotten kings with her urine showers and had guessed correctly that it would be a wonderful diversion. Happily as it turned out, this other mysteriously half naked woman, shared a similar affinity for golden showers. As soon as Annabel was close enough, the black woman sprung. With incredible speed born from an athlete's training, the dark skinned woman leapt from her crouching pee squat and flew through the air towards Annabel. She barrelled into the semi dressed reporter and the two of them splashed down into the chilled mountain water.

"Fucking bitch!" The black woman shouted as she grappled Annabel from behind. A dark arm wrapped around Annabel's neck at the same time she felt the woman's large breasts press into her back.

"You! Laura Roft. Put those fucking guns down now and stop pissing over my boss or I will break you friend's neck!"

Laura spun in shock at the turn of events. Montier, now thoroughly covered in Laura's spent pee, immediately seized his opportunity. Grabbing the barrels of both of Laura's guns, he forced them upwards and he leapt for his feet. Seconds later and Laura was flat on her back. With a deep sense of fore-boarding she stared down the barrels of her own handguns.

... to be continued.



Laura Roft: Piss Raider



The obvious solution came to her at the same moment. There was no sense letting her golden pee stream escape in small dribbles from out of her pussy when she needed a top up for her canteen. The first bug was now entering the cave, its brethren behind it. Ignoring the pending threat for a moment Laura fumbled with her lower garments. Within scant moments her tan shorts and piss stained briefs were around her knees and the water can was on its way up to the base of her vagina. The resulting stream of hot golden piss that erupted from Laura's cunt was a veritable torrent of gushing urine which immediately shot into the mouth of the water can and proceeded to patter over its interior metal walls. Laura gasped with the release on her bladder and the sheer joy of relieving her much needed pee. Between her legs her golden torrent of piss continued top flow rapidly from the pee hole situated in her pussy flaps. The sound of pee filling up the water can with Laura's spent urine rose in volume as her golden juices rose rapidly inside the container. Barely fifteen seconds later and then container was full. Not stopping her much needed relief Laura continued to pee, still in mid flow. The golden shower of piss flowing from the base of her hairy muff continued to squirt from her pee hole. Without the water can in place, Laura's golden piss shower fell directly down between her legs to patter onto the dry sand between her feet. The lead bug had already come to an immediate stop at the sight of Laura's gushing piss flow. Smiling to herself Laura snapped close the lid on the water can. The delicious feeling of reliving her piss washed over her senses but not enough so as to stop her next course of action. Peeing in front of the bugs might stop them for now but as soon as she was spent, they would be upon her. 

Pulling her arm back as far as she could go, Laura let it snap forward sending the sealed water can flying into the air above the beetles. Immediately her guns were in her hands and bullets were flying through the air. Barely a second later and she found her mark. The speeding bullet shredding the flying metal can in two instantly sending a shower of golden pee over the creatures below. The scream of the dying bugs filled the cave and Laura clutched at her ears. The stone beetles clawed at one another adding to the carnage as her spent piss fell all over them. Between Laura's legs, her current golden shower was coming to an end with a few last strong squirts of piss over the ground between her legs. By the time she had slid her soiled panties and shorts back into place over her wide womanly bum cheeks and the triangular shape of her muff, all the bugs were dead. She felt a certain thrill at what she had achieved, killing the creatures with her hot wee. If only all her adversaries could be put down in the same way, what a world it would be! Stepping gingerly between the dead upturned beetles, Laura made her way out of the cave and started to carefully retrace her steps through the underground maze that was the dead king's tomb.