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Love at First Piss Ch. 01

By: naughtybessparker



"Drink?" he slurred stumbling towards me.

"Got one, but I'll have another."

"Gary," he shouted over the booming music.

"Heidi," I yelled back. 

"Heidi? Really?"

"No but it will do won't it?"

Gary gave me a lecherous sneer. "I like your bikini...and your tits."

Ugh, he was pissed. Still, what did I care? His shorts were tenting. Not bad. "I like your boner, is that for me?"

Garry grinned and stroked the erection confined within his Bermuda shorts. "Could be, if you play your cards right."

What an awful line. "Buy me a drink and I'll think about it," I replied. May as well give him a chance, I hadn't had any better offers. "I'll have a Vodka and cranberry. Make it a large vodka." 

I deliberately chose an expensive drink and watched Gary's reaction. He didn't bat an eyelid. Ok, so money wasn't an issue. Big tick for that. Gary leaned over the bar and waved to get attention. I took a good look at him whilst his back was turned. 

He was ok; around six feet tall, well-built but not too muscular. He looked like a sports player rather than a gym dweller. That was good so long as his sport wasn't football. I hated footballers. 

Gary was young, perhaps early twenties. He was neatly dressed but his face was unshaven and his hair massy. Another big tick as I was concerned. I loathed vain men. No man should spend more time looking in the mirror than I did. 

I peered more closely at the back of his head, was he ginger? It was hard to tell under the coloured lights. His complexion backed up the ginger theory - pale, patches of red where he'd overdone the sunbathing or forgotten his factor fifty, and freckles...hell, he was ginger and very obviously British. That was a London or Home Counties accent if I wasn't mistaken. He was probably on a Club 1830's holiday with his mates. That wasn't so good. I should escape, quickly.

"There you go. Cheers!"

Hmm. Too late. 

Gary handed me a tall glass of cranberry and vodka. I took a sip; it was a double, just as I'd ordered. That was promising - he'd listened to me and my cash theory looked to be correct. Gary took a slurp from his own drink, a pint of lager (what a surprise) and beamed at me. His smile was lovely, warm and genuine. He was confident too. I liked that. 

"Thanks Gary, cheers," I said touching my glass to his. 

Right, so Gary would be my company for a while. I didn't mind that. He had enough money to keep the drinks flowing and he wasn't bad looking. Provided he didn't try to talk too much we'd get along famously. I sat back on my bar stool, the flight instinct gone. I wanted sex that night and Gary would do. I glanced down at the hard-on still prominent beneath his shorts. Well, he was certainly up for it, another randy holiday maker looking for a quick fuck. Good. So be it. 

Like Gary I was British but I wasn't in Cyprus on holiday. I lived there, least I did at that point in my life. I'd arrived at the start of the holiday season with a plan to stay as long as I could. Permanently if I found enough work. I'd been lucky thus far. I'd secured a job before the end of my first week and found a second shortly after that. I worked as a waitress from 6.00am to 2.00pm then transformed myself into a bar maid from 8.00pm to whenever the bar closed down for the night. It was hard going and the wages were poor but the work was easy. I earned enough to live on, put a bit aside, and I absolutely loved living in Cyrus. The country was beautiful, it's population friendly and the climate was divine. Life in Britain had been miserable for me for quite some time and moving to Cyprus was my new start. 

Life abroad wasn't all work either. I was entitled to one day off per week and had swapped my shifts around so that my day off at the café and the bar coincided. I spent my precious free time sunbathing and making the most of the perks on offer in a resort teaming with young men whose sole mission was to shag as many women as they could during their seven days of holiday freedom. I'd never had much success with men in Britain but in Cyprus I sampled cock at least twice a week at the close of my bar shift and always on my day off. Gary looked like being my latest conquest and as I'd been off work that day I had the whole night available to fuck him. 

I took another look at my red-haired admirer. He wasn't ideal, not really my type, but he'd make a decent enough one-night-stand. He seemed to have plenty of energy and his cock was huge! I couldn't help staring at it straining against his shorts. It really was something. 

The amount of alcohol Gary had consumed bothered me. I didn't care if he couldn't remember who I was after he'd shagged me but I didn't want him passing out in the middle of sex or worse, throwing up. I'd had that happen once. It wasn't nice and I'd sworn it would never happen again. I'd have to steer Gary onto water. It shouldn't be too difficult. 

That cock...I reached out to touch it. I couldn't resist. I ran my fingers along its length. It was very hard, ready for action, and was both fat and long. That was a big cock. It would fill me. Who cared what it was attached to? 

Gary flinched and pushed my hand away. "You're keen," he said uncomfortably.

I sniggered. 

"So," said Gary clearing his throat. "Are you in here with friends?"

"No."

"Oh. Ok. Do you come here often?"

Oh dear, not that line. "Yes."

"Right. Do you want to talk to me?" he asked sounding a little confused.

"No, not really."

Gary frowned.

"Sex," I said leaning forwards, "I want sex."

"Oh, ok. With me?"

I nodded.

"What now?"

I touched his penis again, closing my fingers around it. "Something tells me you won't turn me down."

Gary left my hand where it was. "Ok, yes, I think you're right. Fuck, what gave it away?" 

I smiled, "not sure. Well Gary, I'm offering you casual sex, no strings. Do you want it?" 

Gary took a deep breath. "Yes. No. Yes. Fuck! Ok, I like you, I do, but shouldn't we get to know each other a bit before having sex?"

Seriously? He didn't look like the type to turn down a fuck and turning down me? No-one did that. I was quite a looker, men liked me. Twenty-six, blond, petite build, slender legs, firm ass - get the picture? I looked good. I glared at Gary.

"What?" he stammered. "Can't I talk to you before I shag you?"

"No!" 

"Why not?"

"Why do you need to?" I retorted.

"I dunno. In case things develop, you know, last longer than tonight."

"They won't."

"Oh right. Don't you like me then?"

"I don't know you."

"Exactly, so get to know me."

At that point Gary was irritating me and taking him home for the night started looking like a bad idea. He talked too much. Big turn-off. I was close to the exit and contemplated making a break for it. Cut and run so to speak. I'm glad I didn't. I'd have missed out.

"I need a piss," declared Gary out of the blue. He grabbed his penis to prove the point. How crude. "You can ditch me whilst I'm gone if you want to," he added looking straight into my eyes.

I hadn't noticed his eyes before. They were bright green with long lashes and had a distinctly mischievous glint. I liked them. Crap! Now I felt guilty. "This way," I said taking pity on him. "The toilets always have huge queues, even the gents. You'll be waiting all night. You can use the staff loo if you want."

"Staff? You work here?"

I nodded.

"Damn!" he exclaimed. "You could have got me a staff discount on those drinks!"

I grinned. I could have got them for free actually but I thought it wise not to tell him that. I toasted Gary and drank the rest of my drink to show gratitude. 

Gary squinted at me but a broad smile crept across his face. "You're going to be hard work, aren't you?"

I raised an eyebrow and smiled back. Gary was growing on me. "Do you need to pee or not?" I asked, "'cos I do need a shag and I'd like it before I have to start work again in the morning. Do you still want to fuck me?"

Gary moved towards me, leaned in and kissed my lips. His kiss was soft and far gentler than I'd expected. "Sorry, had to do that. Don't worry, that's the preliminaries over with. I feel happier now."

"I've already stroked your cock; foreplay's over. You didn't need to kiss me."

Gary eyes twinkled, "I know, I wanted to. Oh Fuck I need to piss quite badly!" he groaned. "Sorry, too much lager. Where's the loo?"

I sighed. He really was testing my patience. I was never going to get laid if he continued stalling. "Follow me."

I led Gary through a pass door and into a corridor which ran behind the bar. Two off duty bar tenders were sitting on the floor leaning against the cold breezeblock wall, sipping bottled beers. They looked tired and hot. 

"Hey Tam, how's it going?" asked the larger of the two, a tall, good looking tanned guy whose accent was antipodean.

"Good, Oz," I chirped. "Oh, where are my manners, this is Barry."

"Gary! Gary with a G! And who's Tam?" Gary huffed.

The Australian sniggered and the man next to him, a stocky man with a deep golden tan and striking blue eyes, wagged his finger at me.

"She's Tam," he said. "Tam the Tease."

"She's no tease," snorted Oz, "well, only with you." He nudged the man beside him. "Tam shagged Jake here and won't give him an action replay. Jake's got the hump about it." 

The stocky man, Jake, didn't look amused. 

"Apparently he's got a small dick," Oz winked.

"Fuck off Oz!" Jake shoved his co-worked hard sending Oz into fits of giggles.

"Stop winding him up!" I retorted, batting Oz across the head. "You know full well Jake's got a cock twice the size of yours. You've compared them enough times."

"Have not!" Oz protested.

Jake grinned. "Gotta get back to work. Come on you lazy Aussie layabout, back to the grindstone." He turned to me. "I still want that second shag Tam. See that you behave."

"I will...badly," I added under my breath.

Oz nudged Gary as he passed. "She's trouble!" he whispered.

"Yep, I got that already," Gary agreed. "Well, looks like I've pulled the bar bike!" he announced gleefully.

Oz stopped dead in his tracks and nearly wet himself laughing. Even Jake couldn't hide him amusement.

"Shut up!" I screeched slapping Gary hard on the backside. "And you haven't pulled me yet. Don't forget that."

Jake and Oz disappeared back to the bar leaving Gary alone with me.

"Do they actually like you?" he asked rubbing the spot where I'd slapped him.

"Course. We get on great. We wind each other up that's all."

"Umm, ok. Now, err, toilet?" he whimpered. He looked desperate. 

"This way."

The staff toilet was a not so hygienic single loo situated in the corner of a store room. It had no cubical around it, just a curtain that none of us bothered to use. Gary was no exception. 

"Fuck, I'm busting," he announced, pulling his shorts down as soon as he saw the white porcelain. 

I watched him expose his substantial cock and aim it in the direction of the toilet bowl. Gary didn't seem to mind my prying eyes as I watched him stroke his hardened penis in an attempt to make it relax enough to allow him to pee. 

"Stupid erection," he muttered. "I can't go." He turned towards me, his engorged cock in his hands. "That's your bloody fault that is, stroking my dick in a crowded bar!" 

"Hey, don't blame me! That thing was already pointing skywards when I met you!"

"Yeah, you made it worse. I'm going to have to jack off before I can piss," he declared brashly.

Really? I felt a little spasm deep inside me. "Be my guest. Mind if I watch?"

"Well, err..."

A soft cough from the doorway made us both spin around. A petite blond girl in the tight black and white uniform of the bar tenders was hovering just outside the door. Lola. My fellow work mate and the only person in Cyprus who was more of a slut than me! 

"Sorry Tam, I'm busting," she said all coquettishly. She eyed Gary with interest homing in on the swollen cock he was holding in his hands.

Gary hurriedly pulled up his shorts. "Christ!" he gasped. 

Lola tittered and bit her lip as she sashayed towards him. She touched his ass as she passed by heading for the toilet. I watched with mounting jealousy as arch-fiend Lola hitched up her skirt, pulled her knickers aside and hovered over the loo. She never took her eyes off Gary. 

He was mesmerised, the git! He stood there slack jawed and drooling whilst Lola strained her muscles until a tiny dribble of pee emerged from between her legs. It dripped downwards, hitting the water in the toilet bowl with a soft patter. She winked at Gary and blew him a cheeky kiss as her pee erupted for real and the trickle became a torrent which rained down into the porcelain beneath her with a thunderous hammering and high pitched hiss.

Gary's eyes widened and glazed over.

"Come on," I barked, grabbing his arm and pulling him away. I was damned if he was going to ogle another woman in my presence, and definitely not Lola.

Gary followed me willingly enough but couldn't wipe the smile off his face. "Do you all behave like that?" he asked sounding shell-shocked.

"None of us are shy but she's shameless."

"Does she have a name?" Gary asked glancing back over his shoulder.

I folded my arms and glowered at him. 

"Sorry," he grinned, still looking dopey, "it's just what she was doing...that's so hot."

"She was taking a piss!" I snapped. He was annoying me again.

"Exactly."

"What, that turns you on?" I scoffed.

Gary moved towards me until our bodies touched. He pressed his cock up against me. Solid. About to explode. "Piss for me and I'll show you how much it turns me on."

I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt my heart skip a beat. That was strange. Why had that happened? "This way, now," I said feeling both flustered and horny. Mostly horny. My God I was horny! I needed sex...immediately!

I grabbed Gary by his shirt and dragged him through a fire exit to a small delivery bay outside the bar. It was at the side of the building, down an alley but other than that it offered no protection from onlookers walking down the bustling main street beyond. 

I pushed Gary up against the breezeblock wall desperate for intimacy with him. Something had triggered my passion, flicked a switch to my lust. My pussy began secreting warm juices and my need to fuck threatened to become uncontrollable. 

"Here?" asked Gary bewildered. "Not very private."

"Don't care. I like sex in the open," I rasped. 

My hand slipped down inside Gary's shorts and wrapped around his fat cock. I could feel it throbbing in my hand and the heat it gave off was intense. I gripped it hard and began stroking. Slow movements at first, becoming faster as Gary's cock twitched and grew in response to my touch. 

Gary threw his head back and groaned. He pushed his shorts down around his knees and leaned his weight against the wall. "God that's good, so good," he moaned, "keep going."

I smiled. Keep going? I should, he was close to coming but I had a better idea. I abruptly stopped what I was doing and stepped back.

"No, NO. Don't stop," gasped Gary. He grabbed my hand and tried to reinstate it around his cock but I was having none of it.

"Oh Tam!" he cried.

"You do it," I smirked. "I want to watch."

"Watch? Watch what? Watch me wank?"

"Yep."

"Tam! For fuck's sake, why can't you finish me off?"

I shrugged. "Don't want to. I want to watch you do it."

"Shit, you are a tease! A fucking heartless tease!"

I nodded. I was. It amused me to torment men, it aroused me, but there was another reason for wanting to see him pleasure himself. I wanted to observe how he did it; how much pressure he applied, what speed worked best. I'd replicate it later if he was lucky or someone else would benefit from the lesson at a later date. Call it fascination if you like.

Gary shook his head and took a firm hold of his cock. He was too close to coming to simply stop. He had to finish off somehow. I ran my fingers down his arm as he gripped his purple penis in his right hand and began stroking it, fast and hard, concentrating on the sensitive cockhead. Gary worked frantically, his rhythm matching the pulse of the techno music emanating from inside the bar. He leaned back against the vibrating wall, knees bent, muscles straining, face contorted. Precum glistened on his swollen cockhead filling the air with its distinctive aroma. 

I longed to lick it off. It looked delicious and that smell...beautiful.

"I'm going to come," moaned Gary. "Get down on your knees. I want to offload in your mouth."

My cunt contracted. Come in my mouth? Fuck that turned me on. I dropped to my knees in an instant, gasping as Gary gripped the back of my head and forced his throbbing penis deep inside my open mouth. I closed my lips around the fat cockhead and sucked hard. The taste was heavenly. Salty, sticky, my favourite flavour - hot cock marinated in cum.

Gary let out a deep guttural moan and his body stiffened as a satisfying helping of delicious stickiness hit the back of my throat. I sucked harder on his penis savouring the flavour and gloopy consistency of the cum he was pumping out. Gary ejaculated again, shooting another load of cream into my hungry mouth. He groaned out his pleasure and gripped my head tightly as he came. 

When Gary relaxed I released his cock and closed my jaws. My mouth was full of semen. There was a fantastic amount of it. I contemplated swallowing but decided against it. Instead I swished the cream around inside my mouth, running it over my tongue and through my teeth. Finally I threw my head back and gargled noisily. I'd done that trick many times before and found that men either loved it or ran a mile! I'd never received a mediocre reaction. I watched Gary's expression with interest.

Gary fell into the 'love it' category. I thought he would. He gazed at me with a look of deepest admiration as I swallowed my mouthful of frothed up cum and showed him my empty mouth. 

"Fuck that's so hot! There's still some left on there," he murmured indicating his slowly deflating penis. 

Yes there was. His cock was glistening with cum. I took it gently in my hands and began to lick it clean, running my tongue slowly along the shaft and over the tip, devouring every drop of cum I could find. 

"Oh fuck you're wonderful," sighed Gary. "You're not going to tell me I have to pay for this are you?"

"Fuck off!" I screeched spitting his cock out and sitting back on my heels. "Do I look like a prostitute?"

Gary bit his lip. "Well, yes. And you're quite a pro. In a good way," he grinned.

Ok, good point. I couldn't argue with that. "It's free. I suck cock because I like it. It's my hobby. And if you think I'm behaving like a whore now, just wait 'till later. I haven't even started on you."

"Wow! Glad to hear it, on both counts," Gary smirked. "Er, Heidi, Tam...which one is it? Your real name."

"Tam. Tamara."

"Ewch! Think I prefer Heidi."

I got to my feet and slapped his ass reproachfully.

Garry laughed. "Will you stop doing that, vicious bitch!" he joked. "Look Tam, hate to do this but, limp dick, need a piss...remember?"

Ah yes, I remembered. I guess he could pee now his erection had gone down and he was probably pretty desperate. Another idea sprang to mind, one that took me by surprise and turned me on more than ever. I wondered if he'd oblige..."Piss here, in front of me. I want to watch you do it."

Gary's eyes widened. He was intrigued. "You like that sort of thing too?" 

That sort of thing? Pissing in public? Pissing in front of someone? I had no idea; I'd never done it, well, not in a sexual way. I'd had to piss publically when desperate but it had been more embarrassing than erotic. This though, Gary pissing in the delivery bay in full view of the road beyond and right in front of me, that made me hot. Burning hot. 


Love at First Piss Ch. 01



I became aware that my cunt was soaking wet, drenched with the slippery secretions it was creating in response to the dirty thoughts filling my mind. I had that tingle too; the one I got just before animal passion kicked in and coital stimulation became essential.

"Piss for me, right here. Let me see it," I repeated. My heart began to pound.

Gary's look was one of scepticism but he didn't protest and he didn't hesitate. He held his flaccid penis in his right hand and faced the wall, adopting a wide stance so as to avoid splash back from his stream. "Do you find this erotic?" he asked. 

I felt my cheeks burning. I'd blushed. Why had I done that? I hadn't blushed in years. 

Gary looked satisfied. "Well Tam the Tease, you're in luck. I like a bit of pee play and I have no objection to peeing for you if it gets you going."

I wanted to say it didn't. I wanted to tell him to pee in a quiet corner away from me and be quick, but I couldn't. I wanted to watch. I needed to watch. I was desperate to see that golden spray shoot from his cock and collide with the breezeblock wall. My hands shot between my legs. I was on fire!

Gary closed his eyes, concentrating. He stroked his penis willing it to relax. He'd held back his pee for a while and letting go wasn't coming easily. "Ah, here it comes," he sighed. 

The first drops of golden liquid oozed from his cockhead; just a few drops at first, dripping to the dusty ground between his feet. Then the flood gates opened. A powerful jet of hot yellow liquid shot from the tip of Gary's penis hitting the wall with force before cascading to the ground in a golden waterfall. The faint hissing grew louder as his stream intensified and Gary's groans of pleasure could be heard above the muffled music of the bar and the chatter of pedestrians on the street.

"Oh fuck that's good," Gary cried. 

He pointed his cock higher, arcing his stream through the air and moving it around to soak a larger area of the wall. His piss seemed to go on forever. Gallons of steaming liquid poured down the breezeblocks and pooled beneath his feet. It ran in a wide stream across the tarmacked delivery bay and headed onwards towards the street.

I couldn't take my eyes off it, any of it; the spurting cock, the soaked wall, the growing puddle and stream on the ground. My cunt muscles twitched mercilessly and the urge to fuck became too strong to resist. My yanked my lycra mini skirt up over my thighs and pulled down the flimsy thong covering my slit. My clit was burning, tingling, begging to be rubbed. I was close to orgasm. How was that possible? My heart pounded fit to burst as my fingers went to work on my clit, catapulting me towards a rapidly approaching orgasm. 

I was as hot as hell but couldn't pinpoint why. Was it Gary's wild abandon and his willingness to pee in public? Was it his close proximity, the fact that I could see every drop of urine that emerged from his cock? Was it the pungent smell or the taste of his urine in the air? Perhaps it was the look of sheer pleasure on Gary's face, the unashamed gratification he was getting from peeing in front of me. 

Whatever it was the effect upon me was monumental. My orgasm hit me like a freight train. My knees buckled and I crumpled to the ground as the electrifying waves of my uncontrollable muscle spasms rendered me helpless. I shoved my already wet fingers deep inside my snatch, shuddering as my hole snapped shut around them. No sound issued from me other than an animalistic grunting and panting breaths as my orgasm took hold. 

It seemed to last forever, wave after wave of paralysing spasms which gave way to euphoric serenity. I sat back on my heels, leaning against the wall as my orgasm subsided. My heart pounded, my breathing was laboured and beads of salty sweat trickled off my lip and into my mouth. What the fuck just happened?

Gary's piss trickled to a halt. He shook his cock dry and repositioned his shorts before giving me a look of pure satisfaction. "Well," he said, "that does turn you on, doesn't it."

"I guess it does," I stammered. 

I couldn't quite catch my breath and remained flummoxed by my own bizarre actions. I watched men pee before, always found it a bit of a turn on, but I'd never been brought to orgasm by the sight of a peeing cock before. That was a first.

Gary helped me to my feet and for the first time I took notice of the person attached to the penis. Gary had a very likable face and was far more handsome than I'd originally thought. He was pale with freckles and dreadful sunburn but his features were even, his smile endearing and his eyes were utterly stunning. Even the colour of his hair didn't bother me. It suited him. Gary was attractive...very attractive. In fact he was the sexiest man I had ever met. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him, a full-on open mouth maximum intimacy kiss which Gary reciprocated immediately. 

"God you're gorgeous," he murmured with his tongue down my throat.

Gorgeous? No-one ever called me that. I was superficially attractive but I came across as too hostile to be gorgeous. Men never refused my offers of sex but they didn't like me. I was just a fuck to them, a rub. None of them were attracted to my personality with the possible exception of Jake, perhaps. Gorgeous? Where did that come from? I pushed Gary away as sudden panic gripped me. 

Gary paid no heed and pulled me back. His hands found my breasts and fondled them. "Fuck Tam I'd like to piss on these if you'd let me. Shit, yes, I'd like that," he moaned. He pushed my skimpy bikini top aside and attacked my breasts with his lips, sucking my hardened nipples into his mouth with nibbling them between his teeth. "I want to soak them," he murmured. "Piss all over them. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

The thought of Gary's hot pee gushing over my tits, drenching them, sent my cunt into renewed spasms. I bit my lip to stave off another orgasm. No yet.

"How about it Tam? Will you let me piss on you? I want to."

It wasn't a request I'd ever heard before and it made me quiver.

"Come on Tam, say you'll let me."

"Yes. Do it," I breathed as the fire within me scorched my loins. 

Gary stepped backwards. "I'll have to drink more first. It'll take a little while to build up a shower like that again. How long have I got Tam?"

"All night," I smiled, "if we can find time to drink in between fucking."

Gary's green eyes lit up. "Fucking? Shit, I'd almost forgotten about that! Your place, yeah?"

I nodded. 

Gary leaned in and kissed me. "I'm parched Tam, shall I get some more drinks in before we go?"

"My round," I replied, guiltily. "Staff discount, remember?"

"Oh don't worry about that, I'll get them. You stay here. Don't move ok?"

"You sure?"

"Yes. No running away, right?"

I crossed my heart. "Don't be long."

"Patience Tam."

"Not my forte, sorry. Get me something strong and at least a pint for you."

"To make me piss again?"

I nodded. Why did I do that? Did I really want to be soaked in Gary's bodily fluids? It was a revolting notion when I analysed it but the reality... such intimacy, trust. The submissive aspect of it appealed to me. I wanted to experience that degree of subjugation, even if I never did it again. Pee play had never been on the addenda before and the novelty excited me as did the perversion of it, the depravity. It was wrong to let someone pee on you, or you on them. Ooh, that appealed. What if I turned the tables and pissed on him? Would he let me do that?

I leaned back against the wall, my legs shaky and my head full of twisted imaginings. The wall smelled of pee and the puddle at its base refused to sink into the tarmac. I'd have some explaining to do if my boss came outside. He'd have my hide. Hell, I'd have to do some fast talking if any of my colleagues found me standing in a pool of piss. 

I smiled. I didn't care. My co-workers thought I was unhinged anyway so this development surely wouldn't shock them that much. Lola pissed outside all the time. Hmm, that got me thinking. A pain low down in my bladder was niggling at me...I needed to pee...how naughty was I prepared to be? Could I take a piss outside like Lola, maybe up against the wall like Gary had done? 

I hitched up my skirt and pulled my thong aside exposing my lady parts to the warm night air. I tingled with naughtiness as I rubbed a finger across my exposed clit. Ooh that felt good, so sensitive, delicious. I did it again, fingering myself out there in the delivery bay where anyone on the street could see me and my fellow workers could catch me out at any moment. 

The feeling of wickedness thrilled me and drove me on. How far could I take it before my fear of discovery had me reaching for my skirt and covering up fast? My fingers rubbed, my cunt twitched and my full bladder pained me. 

Fuck it! 

I pushed down hard and let it go. "Oh God!"

My piss gushed out of me like a tidal wave, spraying the ground between my feet with hot fluid. My pee mingled with the puddle Gary had left behind and trickled off along the same path towards the street.

"Oh God that feels good!" I screamed out loud.

The relief of letting go combined with the constant clitoral stimulation of my moving fingers created a sublime ecstasy which built-up rapidly into of my second orgasm of the evening. I rubbed harder to bring it on, pushing down with my pelvic muscles to expel my piss as my orgasm approached. 

I came hard. My body stiffened and shook with electrical tremors, wave after wave. The contracting muscles of my cunt clamped down tightly, temporarily shutting off my flow of piss. I found myself experiencing a strange painfully pleasurable sensation in my bladder, akin to a bruise when it's pressed down. 

My orgasm passed, I relaxed again and the final flourish of pee shot everywhere splashing over my legs and feet as it erupted forth. Bladder empty I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily and deeply gratified.

"Wow!" 

A voice from behind me made me start. I hoisted down my skirt and spun on the spot to find Gary poised in the doorway watching me. Two drinks were placed on the floor at his feet and his empty hands stroked his rapidly growing cock. 

"How long have you been there?" I asked, not because I was upset by his presence, more out of curiosity.

Gary tugged at his cock unashamedly, making it harden. He let go to show my how stiff he was. His huge cock sprang forwards but remained vertical. "That was quite a show," he remarked, "look what you did to me."

"You liked that then?" I smiled seductively.

"I told you pissing for me it would turn me on."

"I didn't do it for you. I didn't know you were there."

"Even better. You did that for your own pleasure and fuck me, that's hot. Shit Tam, I need to stick my cock in you so badly."

"Not here, I want to do it at home in a bed."

"No chance. I can't wait." His hands ran along the full length of his penis which was fully nine inches and purple with blood. "I want you now Tam. You said you liked it outdoors, didn't you? Well so do I."

My cunt contracted squirting out a little more juice. It dripped from my pussy and fell to the tarmac with a tiny splash.

Gary saw. His pupils dilated and he dived on me. He grasped my ass tightly whilst falling to his knees in front of me, right in the middle of our combined pool of piss. Gary's head pushed down between my thighs and his hot velvety tongue found my tingling pussy lips and swirled over my pulsating clitoris. I arched my back as his tongue lapped up my juices and flicked my clit sending waves of bliss rippling throughout my body.

Gary grunted, his animal instincts taking over. He licked me clean, brought me to the edge of yet another orgasm then abruptly stood up. His eyes shone as he pinned me against the breezeblock wall, grasped my right leg and pulled my knee upwards towards his hip. With one fluid movement he thrust his cock inside my soaking hole, sinking the entire length of it deep inside me. Gary thrust again, his movements forceful and frantic. He fucked me hard, stabbing me again and again, faster, deeper, all the time grunting like an animal and tearing at my ass and thighs.

I leaned against the wall to keep my balance and clung tightly to Gary whilst he fucked me. His huge cock filled me completely and stroking me with such friction it brought me to climax pretty much immediately. My legs shook and the breath was knocked out of me as my orgasm made me buck uncontrollably. Gary's cries of pleasure blended with my own as my cunt contracted around his thrusting cock.

Gary climaxed. His finger nails dug into my flesh and he slammed me roughly against the wall, holding me there whilst his muscles tensed and the hot stickiness of his cum jettisoned into me. He drove deep again, and again a third time before gasping for air and collapsing against me, utterly spent. Gary withdrew his penis slowly and released my leg. He stood over me, panting and sweating.

I caught my own breath and wiped my hands over my saturated cunt. A slippery mixture of my cum and his oozed from my tunnel and ran down my inner thigh. I wiped it away then held my hands up before my face to admire the sticky mess. I licked my messy fingers slowly, one by one and for the second time that night I relished the taste of Gary's cream in my mouth, combined, this time, with my own juices. 

Gary gave me a dirty grin. "Fuck, you're a cum slut too, aren't you?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. Guess that's my lot for tonight though?"

Gary wiped his brow. "That's it for now, but I wouldn't say that's your lot. The night's not over yet, is it?"

"No, not even close."

Gary pushed himself away from the wall, pulled his shorts up and staggered off towards the drinks he'd left on the floor. He grabbed his own drink first and upended it, finishing over half the pint before pausing to take a breath. He returned to me and handed over a tall class of purple cranberry juice and vodka packed full of bladder shrinking ice. "A special cocktail for you, my gorgeous piss and cum slut!" he grinned.

I laughed. What a bizarre thing to say. 

Gary laughed with me and suddenly one night with him didn't seem enough. 

"When do you go back to Britain Gary, is it soon?" I asked hoping to God it wasn't.

Gary tittered.

"What? What's so funny?"

He flashed a white toothed grin. "I'm not on holiday Tam, I'm here to work like you, and your mate Jake just offered me a job."

"What?"

"I'm not leaving, Tam. You're going to be seeing a lot of me. Will that be a problem for you?"

I was speechless. 

"Tam?"

"No. No problem. It's great," I heard myself saying. He was staying? 

"So Tam, do I get more than one night with you or are you going to string me along like poor old Jake?"

"Hmm, I haven't decided yet," I taunted. "I'll tell you in the morning."

Gary groaned.

"In the meantime shall we go back to my place? I'm still horny as hell and I want more from you tonight. Will that be a problem for you?"

Gary lifted his pint to his mouth and gulped down what was left in one. "No problem Tam. No problem at all."



Love at First Piss Ch. 02



Gary arrived for his first shift clean shaven and keen. He positively bounded into the bar sporting a crisp white shirt and smart black trousers, both brand new by the look of them. I smiled; he looked the part at least, quite the handsome barman. The punters would love him and that was good. I liked Gary and found myself increasingly keen on the idea of seeing more of him. For that to happen he'd need a job. I crossed my fingers and hoped he was up to the challenge. Shifts at the bar I worked in were long with very few breaks. It was physically demanding, hard graft. I'd soon find out if Gary could hack it or not.

Gary spotted me re-stocking the fridges behind the bottle bar at the far end of the room. Waving frantically he made a beeline in my direction only to be intercepted by Jake. He shrugged apologetically as his new boss led him away for his induction. 

Oz dropped a crate of beers at my feet, startling me. "I see your boyfriend's turned up," he said jabbing me in the ribs. 

"He's not my boyfriend," I growled. "And of course he's turned up, he works here."

"Not yet he doesn't, he's only on trial. Jake's got to give him the green light."

"He'll be fine," I muttered. 

Oz grinned. "Tam, do you mean to tell me you want him here?" He clasped his hands to his cheeks in a most dramatic fashion. "Oh my God, he's not a one night stand, is he?"

"Course he is," I shrugged. "Why wouldn't he be?"

"Because you've been watching out for him for the past hour hoping he hasn't changed his mind about the job? Aw Tam, he's got to you hasn't he? Is it love?"

"No. He kept me entertained last night and that's the end of it."

"Looks like more than that to me," Oz teased.

"Fuck off! You know I don't do relationships." 

It was true. I hadn't dated anyone since I'd moved to Cyprus. One night stands were all I'd looked for and all I'd got. I picked up men in the bar, took them home for sex then kicked them out as soon as their dicks went limp. The fact Gary had slept the whole night in my bed and had still been there when I'd left for work that morning was irrelevant. It didn't make him different. Not yet at least. I thought it wise, however, to keep that snippet of information to myself, to save any confusion or misinterpretation. 

There were other secrets I chose not to share; like how I'd asked Gary to hold me after sex and how good it had felt to be wrapped up tightly in his arms as we'd drifted off to sleep. It felt right, like we belonged together. He made me feel safe. I didn't dare tell Oz that. I'd never live it down. 'Tam the Tease' shouldn't even know the meaning of sentimentality!

"Ok, if you must know," I said addressing my tittering co-worker, "Gary was a fucking good shag and I wouldn't mind a bit more of the same, ok?" 

"More? Really?" gasped Oz.

"Yes, really. He's got a huge cock which stayed hard for hours and we fucked all night. I can barely walk today! Why wouldn't I want more of that?" I smirked.

Oz squinted at me. "Bullshit! You love him! Hmm, I knew he was different. Did you let him stay the night? You know, snuggles after sex?"

"Might have," I shrugged dismissively.

"Ah-ha! You did. I knew it!" Oz tittered.

"Shut-up, and get off me!" I giggled as Oz started tickling me sending me into a convulsing heap on the floor. "Get off! Don't Oz, I don't like it!" I shrieked.

I didn't notice my tall auburn-haired lover sauntering towards me until his face appeared above me, all smiles. 

"Um, am I interrupting something?" Gary enquired.

"No, I'm just attacking Tam! It's a nightly ritual. Jake done with you then?" Oz chirped."Yep, I think so," Gary nodded. 

I squirmed away from Oz and straightened myself out.

"She's ticklish," said Oz as if that needed pointing out. "Knowing that can be very useful sometimes," he winked. "She drops to the floor like a sack of spuds if you get her in the right place." 

He dodged my flailing arms as I took a playful swing at him. 

"Missed he!" he grinned. "We need more beers Tam, back in a sec." Oz scurried away leaving Gary and I alone.

"Sorry about that," I giggled. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you? You'd gone when I woke this morning."

"Yeah, early start at the cafe. I'm good. A bit tired maybe." I glanced around to make sure we wouldn't be overheard "...and sore," I added in a low voice.

Gary's grin grew wider. "Sorry about that. Bloody thing wouldn't go soft." He moved closer. "Shame really. We didn't get to do, you know, other things."

'Other things', no we hadn't done that. Gary had introduced me to the erotic pleasures of urolagnia but the further experimentation he'd promised hadn't materialised. Our night together had been spent indulging in penetrative sex and nothing else had got a look in. We'd fucked each other senseless, bashing the bed against the wall as we thrashed around, locked together, sweating and panting like dogs. That nine inch cock of Gary's had remained firmly embedded inside me until we'd finally given in to exhaustion and collapsed in a tangled heap on top of my sweat drenched sheets. After that we'd both slept soundly...with Gary's arms safely around me. 

So the 'other things' hadn't happened. Shame, I wanted to experience more of that. The idea of letting Gary pee on me got me aroused every time I thought of it. I wanted to know what it felt like to have him urinate on my naked flesh, to feel the warm wetness covering my skin, smell the odour and taste the bitter tang in the air. Physical sensations aside the emotional pleasure I'd derive from sharing such an intimate act drove me absolutely wild. Urination was usually a private affair done with as little fuss as possible. To involve another in that secretive deed was something I'd little experience of and longed to investigate further. Gary had given me with a taster; he'd wet my appetite with his performance in the delivery bay. Now I was hungry for more and I was willing to fuck him as often as it took to get it. 

"Did you have fun last night?" Gary asked, his green eyes twinkling.

"No. You bored me," I smiled. "I faked all my orgasms."

Gary grinned back. "Yeah, I thought you did. You're shit at acting, by the way!"

"I know."

"And the sex was crap. You held back too much."

"I don't like sex, I'm prudish. What can I say?" I teased.

Gary giggled. "So," he said moving closer to me, "do you want some more tonight? You know, in case you like it better the second time around?"

HELL YES! My inner voice screamed but I held my tongue. I wanted to play things cool. I didn't want Gary to know I was desperate to see him again. No man should have that satisfaction. 

"Did Karen give you hell this morning?" I said, deliberately changing the subject.

Gary shook his head. "No, she's a pussy cat. She made me breakfast. Tam, Sex tonight - yes or no?"

"Karen made you breakfast?" I said, ignoring Gary's question.

Gary sighed. "Non-committal, huh? Ok, fine. Tell me later, and yes, Karen made me breakfast. She likes me." 

"You are honoured."

Karen shared the tiny apartment I lived in. Like me, she was an ex-pat living in Cyprus to get a better life but unlike me she didn't drink excessively, sleep around or go out partying every night. She kept on top of her strenuous work regime with good food, plenty of exercise and as near to eight hours sleep a night as possible. Karen hated having her sleep disturbed and my all-night antics with Gary would have pissed her right off. That being the case her civil attitude towards him over breakfast came as quite a surprise. It seemed he was real a charmer and not just with me. 

I gazed into Gary's stunning green eyes and felt my heart give a jolt. He was lovely, utterly gorgeous and Oz was right, he'd got to me. 

"So," said Gary rubbing his hands together, "I'd better get going. Jake wants me working behind the main bar tonight with him and someone called Lola."

"Lola? Fucking great! I thought it was her night off," I snarled.

Gary shrugged. "Ok...who's Lola?"

"The blond you met in the toilet last night."

"Oh, I see. Excellent," he said gleefully.

I scowled at him.

"Hmm, I wonder if Lola will give me a guided tour later, remind me where that toilet is."

"You go near her and I'll never screw you again!" I cautioned.

"Again? So you do want sex with me tonight?" he grinned smugly.

"Not if you so much as smile at her!" 

Gary's arms slid around my waist and his lips brushed my ear. "Do what you did in the delivery bay again and Lola won't get a look in."

My pulse quickened and other stirrings moved me. Oh yes, I'd like that. I couldn't wait to do that again... and more.

"Ooh, that gets you excited doesn't it?" breathed Gary. His lips found mine and pressed down gently.

"Not here," I muttered pushing him away. 

I could feel eyes upon us. I glanced around to find Jake watching us intently. 

"Catch you later," winked Gary. He retreated backwards towards the bar, "keep hydrated!" 

Oz returned with more beers. "What was that about?" he enquired as he dropped the crate beside me.

"What was what about?" 

"Keep hydrated? Bit of a weird comment. Is he all there, your Gary?"

"He's probably had a bit too much sun today and he's not 'my Gary', ok?"

I smiled to myself. I guess it was a strange comment unless you knew what it meant. I did and it sent my mind whirring. I couldn't stop thinking about 'my Gary' and what we might get up to later. I wanted a second night of sex with him. I needed to feel his cock inside me again, filling me, stroking me, rubbing my g-spot until my juices erupted and my orgasms shook me. Or maybe I should take his penis into my mouth and suck the swollen head until I felt it pulsate and shoot its load of cream deep into my throat. Maybe I could do both? I'd have the opportunity. Gary had managed multiple ejaculations the previous night so he should be able to achieve the same again given the right stimulation.

And then there were the 'other things'. I longed for that. Perhaps I should concentrate on encouraging his penis to shrivel? A flaccid penis would provide me with intimate pleasures of a nature I'd yet to experience. A warm shiver ran through me as I pictured Gary's deflated cock shooting out a gushing spray of steaming piss all over my tits and face. I imagined the liquid filling my mouth, the bitter taste, the warmth...oh yes...I could close my mouth around that cock whilst he was still peeing, swallow back his amber stream...

"Tam? Tam, watch what you're doing!"

A loud smash brought me crashing back to reality. I'd overfilled my fridge and sent two beer bottles sailing to the floor. 

"Shit! Bollocks! I'll clear that up!" I stammered.

"Careful, don't cut yourself. What's up with you tonight?" asked Oz.

"I'm fine. Never better. I'm just a bit clumsy. Tiredness I guess."

I quickly pulled myself together, cleared up my mess and set about my work. The bar was already filling up and soon it would be heaving, it always was. The bar I worked in was one of the biggest in the resort and it was very popular, especially on flight days. Everyone wanted a good drinking session before they flew back to the realities of home and the new arrivals were always eager to start partying as soon as possible. We catered for both with special offers for first timers and discounted double shots for those departing. 

That night was busier than ever with jet-lagged new arrivals crowding in through the doors in as steady stream whilst the sunburned last-night revellers raced to drink as much as they could before dashing off to catch their airport connections. The music blared, the drinks flowed and the euros filled the tills. It was bedlam but the chaos was good for business and I liked it that way. So long as the money kept on flowing my job was secure and my inevitable return to Britain could be delayed.

Oz manned the bottle bar whilst I worked the floors taking drinks orders. Jake and Lola ran the main bar leaving Gary in charge of preparing my orders for delivery. He did a good job. He kept up with the hectic pace and even found time to run round helping me collect up the empties. I liked working with Gary, we made a good team and working with him had its perks; he flirted with me at every opportunity and threw me looks of longing which made me feel deliciously desirable. He kept my ego well and truly massaged and I returned the compliment. If I wasn't very much mistaken he was hiding a substantial hard-on beneath his black trousers and waiter's apron. The stifling heat inside the bar wasn't the only thing getting the two of us hot that night.

At almost eleven o'clock Oz sent me for a break. I needed it. I was shattered. I grabbed myself a bottled beer and headed for the relative quiet of the delivery bay, my favourite hideaway. The breeze blowing through the warm night air dried up the perspiration beaded on my skin whilst the shrill calls of cicadas drowned out the monotonous thump-thump of the techno-music emanation from the bar. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, breathing deeply. It was the same wall Gary and I had both peed against the previous night and the distinct odour of urine could still be detected. Umm, that brought back good memories. 

Someone stepped outside to join me, someone tall who smelt of Lynx and sweat. He leaned against the wall beside me and slurped something from a pint glass. Lager if I wasn't very much mistaken.

"Are you still alive?" I asked without opening my eyes.

"Just about," gasped Gary's familiar voice. "Fuck this is hard work. Is it always this busy?"

"Yep, always. How's Jake treating you?"

"Good actually, apart from a few snide comments. He's warned me about you, says you'll lead me on."

I laughed. "I might."

"No, you won't. You want me, I can tell."

I opened my eyes and squinted at him, "Do I?"

Gary looked smug. "Oh yes. You're in love with me."

I snorted loudly then did something impulsive. I slid my arms around Gary's neck and kissed him, pressing my lips against his and probing inside his hot mouth with the tip of my tongue. He tasted of lager and breath mints and I liked the warmth and wetness of his mouth. His slippery saliva mingled with mine as I opened my mouth wider. As my tongue explored deeper my hand groped for Gary's crotch finding the solid bulge I'd hoped for. I rubbed my hand along the firm length as I pushed my body up against him. 

Gary groaned, "Fuck Tam, you really are going to give me seconds aren't you?"

I stepped away. "No. Sorry, I'm not feeling anything. You, on the other hand..." I purred stroking the erection straining against his trousers.

Gary groaned and removed my hand from his anatomy. "Don't Tam, not now. God you're a tease. I do want you but I've only got a ten minute break and I need much more than that for you. Besides, my bladder's full. I've got to take a leak before I go back to work. I won't be able to if you get me all excited."

"We solved that problem last night. Would you like the same again?" I suggested saucily.

Gary snorted, "Oh yeah, would I ever! I can't though, I don't have enough time. Shit, I need to piss. I've got to go, right now. I'm bursting." He began undoing his trousers. "Want to watch?"

My heart skipped a beat. He was going to relieve himself in the loading bay again...oh God! I leaned back against the wall aware that my crotch was wet. My pupils dilated as Gary fished out his semi-erect cock and held it in his hand. I watched him stroke it for a moment, very gently, encouraging it to soften. He was going to pee. Oh yes...I held my breath.

Gary didn't move away, nor did he turn around. He leaned against the wall next to me, let out a soft grunt and shot a perfect arc of golden urine across the delivery bay in front of us. I watched transfixed as it hit the ground, bouncing up off the tarmac with soft pattering splashes. Gary's stream intensified sending drops of yellow pee flying everywhere. He moved his penis around, spraying the whole area liberally.

I watched, mouth open, heart pounding, cunt burning...such a shameless display. Anyone could walk out of the bar and catch him in the act. He could be seen from the street! Gary didn't care. He knew that urinating outside in the open, in front of me, got my juices going and it did the same to him. That's all he cared about, and fuck, he was hot! 

My hands reached for my tingling pussy as the thrill of watching Gary urinate set me alight. On impulse I reached out and ran my hand through his hot stream feeling the warm wetness running through my fingers and dribbling down my arm.

"Oh, that's so good," I sighed. 

I allowed the pungent fluid to soak my hand before withdrawing it and plunging my fingers into my mouth, licking them one by one. I tasted the bitter flavour of Gary's piss. It was divine. I licked it all up greedily, letting the flavour roll around my mouth. 

Gary watched, wide eyed. "Fuck that's sexy," he murmured.

I shot him a devilish smile.

"Damn, show's over," Gary sighed as his pee trickled to a halt. He shook himself dry, readjusted his trousers and stretched. "That's better. Ok, your turn."

My turn? An idea entered my head, a nasty, dirty idea that would test Gary. Hmm...why not? "Drink up," I instructed. "I want that pint glass."

Gary was intrigued. He picked up his pint and knocked back the remaining fluid in one. Belching loudly he held out the empty glass. "Oops, pardon! Ok, I showed you mine so you show me yours."

My brain buzzed with the naughtiness of what I was about to do. Dare I do it? I'd never done anything quite so depraved before. I hesitated, summoning up my courage whilst Gary stood beside me, eyeing me expectantly.

"Ok, here goes," I muttered.

I hitched up my skimpy stretch nylon skirt exposing my slender bronzed legs and smooth rounded buttocks. Pushing aside my black nylon thong I spread my legs and pressed the pint glass between my thighs, sealing it around my shaved pussy. I took a deep breath, pushed down and started to pee. Hot fluids gushed out of me spewing into the clear glass vessel and filling it with a rich amber liquid.

It felt so good, so liberating and so naughty to be pissing into a glass in front of Gary. 

"Oh yes!" I gasped.

My lover watched me, his chest heaving as his pulse raced and his breathing quickened.

"Fucking hell Tam," he muttered, "you dirty bitch! You hot, filthy slut!"

My bladder wasn't full so my display was short lived. Once my pee had stopped I gave a little wiggle to shake myself dry. An impish smile sat upon my lips.

Gary eyes met mine and without a word he took the half-filled pint glass from me, lifted it to his lips and drank it down! I watched his Adam's apple moving as he gulped back my fresh, hot pee, knocking it back without taking a breath.

Shit! He just drank my piss! He drank my fucking piss! Fucking unbelievable! I'd never seen anything like it and, oh my god, it was hot! 

"Oh...my...god!" I gaped, my eyes popping out of my head. "No way!"

Gary held up the empty the glass and licked his lips. "Delicious!" 

I'm not sure what happened next - Gary's actions had an unexpected effect on me, one more powerful that watching him peeing, more potent than any aphrodisiac. His piss drinking antics triggered pure animalistic lust in me and the burning desire to behave in the same uninhibited, unabashed way he had. I acted on it. I couldn't help myself. 

I threw myself at him! I grabbed my gorgeous Gary by his shirt collar and shoved him roughly against the wall, pinning him flat as I thrust my tongue deep inside his mouth. I tasted my own acrid pee on his lips, a bitter tang mixed with the flavour of the lager he'd been drinking. Suddenly I wanted to fuck him, to impale myself on his hard cock and feel him stroking my slick tunnel until I succumbed to the jolts of my orgasm...I started to unbutton my blouse, determined to have him, until a booming voice from the doorway put pay to that plan.




Love at First Piss Ch. 02



"TAM?!" 

It was Jake. Shit! My heart stopped. I'd been caught out and by Jake of all people. He was standing in the doorway, arms folded and a look of hatred on his face. Oh crap! 

Garry fumbled with his clothing. "Whoa Jake, you scared me! I didn't see you there."

"Evidently," Jake glared. "Break's over. Lola's waiting for you. Off you go."

"Sure Jake." Gary shot me a panicked look. "See you later," he whispered as he straightened out his trousers and smoothed down his shirt. He planted a tiny kiss on my cheek as he left.

Jake turned on me and even in the darkness I could see that I was in trouble. He was red faced with beads of sweat clinging to his forehead and was clearly unhappy. Damn! Pissing Jake off was a bad idea.

Jake, originally from Manchester, had moved to Cyprus at the age of thirty when the failure of his retail business had lost him his income, his house and his wife. He'd worked in the bar for over twelve years and had worked his way up to the position of Bar Manager which entitled him to hire and fire staff as he saw fit. Anyone who upset Jake usually found themselves out of a job pretty sharpish. I'd seen it happen and I'd just lined myself up to be next. Shit! I needed my job. Without it I had nothing. My waitressing income alone wasn't enough to keep me in Cyprus.

Jake moved closer, his eyes boring into mine. I could see the anger written on his face but it was mixed with something else, something I couldn't place...what was that? He stood in front of me, nose to nose. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and see the blood pounding through the veins in his neck.

"Tut-tut Tam, you are a naughty girl, aren't you?" he leered.

I stood my ground and stared at him coldly, hiding the panic that gripped me inside. How long had he been there? How much had he seen?

"You know I should discipline you, don't you?" 

"What for? I haven't done anything wrong," I bluffed. 

"Nothing wrong? It smells like a toilet out here. Have you no respect?"

"We got caught short, not enough time to use the loo. I'm sorry," I apologised.

Jakes breath scorched my cheek. "I wouldn't describe what you just did as getting 'caught short', would you?" 

The blood drained from my face. So he'd seen everything, he'd been spying on us. I should have known. "It won't happen again and I'll hose everything down," I offered meekly.

"Yes you will. As for Gary..."

"It was my idea, nothing to do with him," I cut in defensively.

"My, my, Oz was right," Jake smirked. "You have fallen for him, haven't you? Who'd have thought it? Tam the Tease smitten with a holiday maker."

"He's not on holiday and I'm not smitten," I lied.

"Is that so? From where I'm standing it looks like you could be wrong on both counts." 

The distinctly threatening edge to Jake's voice made me nervous. I bit my bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

"What do you want Jake?" I asked quietly. "Is my job on the line? Is Gary's?"

"Your job's safe. I'm not going to fire you over this." 

"And Gary?"

Jake didn't answer but his breathing became faster, shallow. 

I asked again, "what do you want?" 

"I want some of the action Tam," he responded in a low voice.

Jake took hold of my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel the hardened erection beneath his loose fitting trousers. 

My hand shot away as if scalded. "Sex? Is that it?" I snarled. "I let you fuck me and Gary keeps his job?" 

Jake laughed. "No Tam. You've got the right idea but I don't want sex. I want a piece of the other action."

"I don't..."

"Do I have to spell it out? I want to urinate on you Tam."

"What?"

"You heard me. I want to get my cock out, stick it in your mouth and shoot my hot piss right down your throat."

I froze. My cunt muscles contracted in waves sending shivers of nasty pleasure rippling throughout my body. My nipples hardened beneath my blouse and hot cream oozed from my tingling pussy adding more slimy lubrication to my already slick tunnel. Jake's words should have appalled me but the effect was quite the opposite; every fibre of my lustful being was stimulated. 

"Piss on me?" I uttered, disguising my arousal with faked disgust. 

"Oh yes," he breathed. "Tam, I wish I'd known you were a piss slut, it turns me on so much." His breath scorched my ear. "Oh my sweet Tam, we can have so much fun together."

Jake ran his hand slowly along my arm, down to my thigh and across to my aching pussy. He fingers slipped beneath my skirt and continued upwards between my thighs. His fingertips found my sensitive clitoris and began stroking, ever so gently. My body went limp.

"Jake don't. This is wrong," I protested feebly but Jake didn't stop and I drew in my breath as his fingers slid smoothly inside me, finger fucking me, slowly and deliberately.

"You like what I'm doing, don't you?" he whispered.

I couldn't deny it...I did. All words stuck in my throat, choked by the jolts of electricity radiating out from Jake's expert fingering.

"And if I pissed on you...that would drive you wild, wouldn't it?" he murmured.

Ooh yes, it would, it really would...but wait...I couldn't do that, not with him. I couldn't let the intimacy of my first golden shower to be shared with Jake. That precious moment belonged to Gary. My first time had to be with him. Realisation of that desire shook me to my senses and made me tense up. I pushed Jake away and took a step back, breathing hard.

"Oh come on, Tam, what's wrong?" Jake urged. "Please tell me you're not feeling guilty over Gary? Fucking hell Tam, you've only known him five minutes!" Jake groaned and pressed his rock hard cock against my wet loins. "Tam, I want you, I've always wanted you and we're good together. Do this with me, please. Let me have you."

"I can't," I stammered.

Jake pursed his lips. He held up his hand in front of my face to show me the glistening juices adorning his fingers. "Which one of us turned you on Tam, him or me?" he demanded angrily.

I didn't answer. I couldn't. They'd both turned me on but that wasn't what Jake wanted to hear. Jake shook his head and wiped his slime covered fingers across my chest leaving a stain on my white blouse.

"I think Gary's a distraction to you. It'd be better if he didn't work here. I'm not going to keep him on," he sneered.

I tried not to react, not to reveal my distress.

Jake smirked. He leaned in close to my ear. "Of course I could be persuaded to change my mind. How much do you want him to stay Tam?" 

"Fuck you!" I spat angrily. "You're a bastard!" 

"Easy Tam, I'm not a bastard, at least I don't have to be. Do this for me and Gary stays. Come on Tam, I'm not asking you to do anything you won't enjoy. We'll have a great time together. I'll make you come so hard you'll beg me for more."

I snorted and turned my head away but Jake grabbed my chin and slammed me against the rough breezeblock wall knocking the wind out of me.

"Don't dismiss me Tam, don't you dare!" he snarled. "I thought we had something, Tam. I thought there was a connection between us but you don't even like me, do you?" 

I balked at the shock of his sudden violence and look of hurt in his eyes. 

"Tell something me Tam, why did you fuck me in the first place, huh?" Jake yelled. "Did you think it was part of your job interview?" He let go of me and stood back, shaking. "Perhaps I should re-consider your employment instead of Gary's."

What?! Shock paralysed me and I had no comeback. Jake's outburst had taken me completely by surprise and terrified me.

Jake backed away without another word. Just as well. I hated him. How dare he threaten me? How dare he hurt me and say such spiteful things about me? I'd had sex with Jake because I fancied him not because I'd thought it would secure my job, although in truth it had. Jake had given me a job in his bar even though I had precious little relevant experience and far more qualified candidates had submitted their CVs. I had no doubt that offering him sex had influenced that decision but it hadn't been my primary motive. I liked Jake, I'd wanted to fuck him and I agreed with him that we had a connection but it wasn't love, not for me. I thought he knew that, I didn't think it was a problem.

Now, however, Jake had revealed the full extent of his jealousy and the bitterness of rejection. I hadn't known such traits could exist in someone as genial as Jake and seeing it for the first time scared me. I also felt responsible. I'd underestimated the strength of his feelings for me and deliberately lead him on. None of that, however, excused his behaviour. He should never have lashed out at me and his threats were nothing short of blackmail. Jake had me over a barrel and he knew it. My dilemma was no longer about Gary; it was about me and my lifestyle. If Jake fired me I wouldn't get another job anywhere. He'd see to that. He'd use his influence to drive me out of town. I'd run out of money before the summer was over and be forced to leave Cyprus.

"Ok, think logically," I said to myself. 

Although I behaved like a blond air-head most of the time I wasn't. I was a sensible person who could think my way out of difficulties. I needed to look at my options rationally. Ok, first things first - I wiped my eyes, breathed deeply and put on a brave face. Standing there blubbing wasn't going to help. Next I hosed down the delivery bay, as per Jake's instructions. It was a good step towards appeasing him. As I watched the water sloshing across the tarmac I forced myself to consider Jake's demands - would letting him get his own way really be so bad? Should I stand there and let him piss on me? I had to admit, the offer itself was a turn-on, it was the threat behind it I found so abhorrent. No, giving in wasn't an option. 

I drew up a plan B and hoped that would work. Jake was a businessman, a damn good one, and I was his best barmaid. He'd spent a lot of time training me and I appreciated that. I worked hard, I was efficient and the punters loved me. I was an asset to the business and perhaps if I reminded him of that he'd calm down and forget about sacking me. I cleaned myself up, changed into my spare blouse then returned to the bar. I strolled in with my head held high determined to show Jake that our confrontation hadn't shaken me. I was made of tougher stuff than that. Now to prove that I was an invaluable employee... I smiled at my customers and flirted outrageously as I scooted about at a hundred miles per hour taking drink orders and delivering trays. I was super-woman, a human dynamo and the drunken clientele loved me. 

Jake watched from behind the bar, his eyes following my every move. 

"That's it Jake," I muttered to myself, "take a look at what you'd be losing. Don't you even think about sacking me."

I thought I was doing well, I thought I was winning, until Oz pulled me aside. 

"Tam, what's up with you? You're all over the place!"

"What? I'm not!"

"You are. Are you on something?"

"No, course not!"

"Then why are you acting like this? Are you upset?"

"No."

"What are you doing then? You're completely loopy! What's wrong? Is it Gary?"

"No, he's fine. Look at him."

Gary was merrily chatting up a group of girls who were crowding around the bar. He was mixing cocktails for them with all the dexterity of a seasoned pro. I watched him laughing and joking as he raked in the euros and had them clamouring to spend more. 

Oz whistled. "Cocky bastard! Where did he learn to do that?"

I shrugged. "He's a man of many talents." 

Gary noticed me looking over and caught my eye. He blew a kiss at me across the bar. With it came a stinging glare from Jake.

"Oh, it's not Gary, its Jake," said Oz.

How very astute. I nodded. Salty tears stung my eyes.

"What's he done this time?"

I forced a smile. "Nothing. He lost his temper and he's being a bastard that's all."

Oz looked concerned. "Shit Tam, look at you. Talk to me, now." 

Oz put his arm around me and marched me the out of the crowded bar towards the quiet of the corridor beyond. Once there I slumped to the floor and allowed my tears to brake free. I told Oz everything, every last detail. I'm not sure why. It's not something I'd ordinarily have done. I wasn't the sort of person to have a girlie heart to heart chat. I was 'Tam the Tease', the coldest most heartless bitch on the planet and yet there I was sobbing away and pouring my heart out like a love struck teen! How embarrassing.

When I finished talking Oz handed me a tissue and brushed the hair from my eyes. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead lightly. "Well Tam," he began. "Firstly, yuck! That is utterly revolting and you need psychiatric help! Urinating on people is not erotic, it's unhygienic. Like, ew!"

I smiled. I suppose it was to most people.

"That said," he continued with a sigh, "I did know Jake liked it. He gets Lola to piss on him in the shower sometimes." He pulled a disgusted face. "She's very vocal about it."

"Lola?"

"You're not actually surprised, are you?" 

I snorted. "No, I suppose not. Lola's a whore!"

"She is and she loves it when Jake licks her out while she's peeing," Oz chuckled. "She screams the place down!"

My heart skipped a beat. "He does that to her? How do you...? Do you watch them?" I asked, intrigued and somewhat aroused.

Oz looked horrified. "Fuck no! I told you, Lola's vocal. I assure you I block my ears but she's too loud - I get a running commentary. It's gross! Seriously, I've got to move out of Jake's flat...soon!"

I burst out laughing. Oz could always cheer me up. I started to feel better but something new bothered me. I found myself thinking about Jake and Lola pissing on each other in the shower. I pictured them getting aroused by it, so much so that they fucked each other afterwards, for hours. And Jake sucked Lola's clit while she was pissing? Oh my god that was hot! Surely that would bring her to a shattering orgasm? The muscles in my cunt performed a tiny spasm as the most peculiar mixed-up emotions filled my brain. Was it jealousy or lust, revulsion or longing? Whatever it was I found myself substituting Lola's image for mine. I wanted to be her, fucking Jake in the shower... Jake who's threatened me, Jake who'd yelled at me but lusted after me intently and might suck my clit whilst I peed...

"I don't understand the attraction myself. It's repulsive," Oz went on. "How can you stand the smell? I mean its piss, it reeks!"

"It's a turn on," I mumbled distractedly.

"No, it is not! Tam, Tam? Are you listening to me?" 

"Hum?"

"Have you heard a word I've said?"

"Yeah," I lied. "Oz, what am I going to do? I can't give in to Jake, he's a shit, but I can't lose my job. I love it here."

Oz took hold of my hands and kissed them softly. "Tam, you've got yourself all worked up over nothing."

"Nothing?"

Oz nodded. "Yep. No-one's losing their job so stop worrying. Your lanky boyfriend's a whiz behind the bar and Jake's short staffed. He'll bend over backwards to keep him. As for you, your job's secure, always has been. Unless you have another night like tonight of course - a bit too manic Tam, not good," he grimaced. "Look, take no notice of Jake. He's just acting like a twat 'cos he's desperate to stick his cock in you."

"Stick it in my mouth and piss down my throat actually," I corrected.

"Ugh, do you have to remind me? That's so wrong!" 

I smiled. "So what do I do? Ignore him?"

"No. Tell him you'll do it."

"What?!"

"Say yes. Let him pee on you. It sounds like you'd both enjoy it."

"He threatened me. He's a cunt!"

Oz sighed. "Yes, I know he can do stupid things when he loses his rag but he's not a bad person. He'll apologise when he calms down. Why don't you just have some fun with him? What harm will it do?"

"Harm? Err...Gary? I don't suppose he'll be too happy about it?"

Oz blew out his cheeks. "Are you sure he'll be that bothered? You met him yesterday, you're hardly married!"

I shrugged. "What can I say? You were right; I've fallen for him."

Oz sighed. "Oh Tam. Tell you what, leave Gary to me. I can swing this around to make everyone happy."

"Really? How?" 

"Trust me. I have a plan."

Oz gave me a hug and scampered back to the bar leaving me to mull over his suggestion. I wasn't convinced. Oz had always been a good friend to me but I'd expected him to offer me sympathy over Jake's outrageous proposal, not defend Jake and encourage me to give in to him. I couldn't understand why he'd done that. His promise to keep everyone happy, however, filled me with hope. Oz was a natural-born peacekeeper and if anyone could find a way to keep both Jake and Garry happy it would be him. I took a deep breath and put it out of my mind. The bar was still busy and I'd be missed if I didn't get back to work soon. I didn't want to give Jake any more excuses to sack me!

The bar remained packed to the rafters right to the bitter end that night. I rushed around non-stop as the music was cranked up and the drunken party-goers cavorted on the dance floor, on top the tables and out onto the street. It was mayhem! I had no chance to speak to Gary again, or Jake and Oz was nowhere to be seen. I had to wait until the last customers had been shown the door before I could assess if I still had a job or not and that took a while. 

Oz found me first. "I've sorted things with Gary," he winked. 

"What?"

"Gary. I've talked to him and everything's fine. You're going to love tonight Tam."

"What exactly..."

"Oh, look out. Here comes Jake. Tell him you'll do it."

"Oz no, I don't want to give him the satisfaction."

"Just do it. Trust me. Tell him to go to the cove with you."

"The cove?"

Oz shrugged, "unless you prefer the delivery bay?"

"No, the cove's good. For the record Oz, I'm not sure about this."

My brown eyed co-worker gave me a hug. "Relax Tam, everyone's getting lucky tonight."

The cove in question was a small beach around the headland from the main tourist hot spots. It was somewhere Oz and I sometimes went in the afternoons to top up our tans without being swamped by noisy holiday makers. It was accessed via a steep path down the cliff side and that was the only way to get there. The path was badly maintained, deliberately, as a deterrent to tourists. The waters surrounding the cove were full of rocks, hazardous for swimmers, and a number of accidents in the past had led to that stretch of coastline being declared officially out of bounds to the general public. 

The picturesque cove would be a good setting; sand, sea and solitude. The perfect venue for the kind of activity Jake had in mind. Now all I needed to do was get over my uncertainty and let it happen. I assumed that Oz would distract Gary, take him out drinking or something until Jake was done with me. It felt wrong but I reminded myself that Gary and I had only just met and we weren't in any kind of relationship. I hadn't promised to be faithful to him, I hadn't promised him anything. Perhaps I should keep it that way. My ridiculously strong feelings for a man I barely knew were irrational and frightening. I really had fallen for him and panic set in as that fact hit home. Relationships scared me, love filled me with fear. Maybe I should stick to screwing Jake, he was safe. I didn't love him. Oz's plan started to look like the obvious route to take.

I spotted Jake collecting glasses in the middle of the bar and marched purposefully towards him. "I'll do it," I stated coldly.

Jake looked sheepish and rolled his eyes. "Tam you don't have to. I was being a prick. I have no intention of sacking you or Gary and I'm sorry I said that. I'm sorry about everything."

"Glad to hear it. I'll still do it." 

Jake shook his head in disbelief. "Why? I've just said I'm sorry and your jobs are safe."




Love at First Piss Ch. 02



"I know. I want to do it. I want what you're offering and I can't let Lola have all the fun, can I?" I caught sight of Gary out of the corner of my eye and wondered what the hell I was doing. Why was I deliberately sabotaging any chance of a relationship with him? Fear, that's what it was. I was a coward. I felt sick, yet I blundered on. "The cove, as soon as we're done here," I instructed. "Drink plenty. I want a river not a trickle. And I want to suck your cock whilst you're doing it," I added.

What was I saying? 

I didn't recognise the words coming out of my own mouth and wished I could take them back. I didn't want Jake. I didn't want my most intimate moment to be shared with him. I wanted Gary - his body, his voice groaning out his pleasure and his fat cock shooting warm urine all over me. I wanted Gary so much but after years of disappointment with the wrong men my self-defence mechanism kicked in and refused to let me have him. Instead I set about driving him away justifying my actions as a necessity to secure my future. Bullshit! Jake had already retracted that threat. 

Jake let out a contented sigh and leaned in to kiss me. I let him and when the kiss became a locked embrace I encouraged that too. His tongue penetrated my mouth, his hands reached up my skirt and we fondled each other in full view of the whole bar. Silence fell and all eyes were upon us...including Gary's. Well, he wouldn't bother with me now, would he? I'd be rid of him and the tangled emotions his presence created.

Gary slammed down the crate he was carrying and headed straight for us. A confrontation looked set to happen and I welcomed it. He and Jake could slug it out. Why not? I listened to Gary's footsteps growing louder, his size eleven feet slapping on the tiled floors as he stomped towards us. I held my breath and waited for the fireworks. 

Gary's strong arms pulled Jake and I apart but far from being angry his face was creased with laughter lines. "Oi! Steady on Jake, that's my girlfriend you're snogging!" he exclaimed jovially.

Jake, like me, had been expecting a punch to be thrown and looked thoroughly confused when all he got from Gary was a pat on the back!

"So, Jake," Gary grinned without any hint of aggression. "I hear you're planning to have a little fun with Tam tonight? You like pee play huh? Small world."

Both Jake and I turned pale. He knew? I scanned the room until my eyes found Oz - what the hell was he playing at? Was this his idea of making everyone happy?

Gary threw an arm around me, squeezing me tightly and bringing himself, me and Jake into close proximity. "Now I don't mind what you two get up to so long as I get a go too. Just pissing mind, no fucking. I was hoping to do that bit myself."

Jake's jaw hung slack. "You're alright with this?" he stammered.

"Yeah, absolutely. I find it a huge turn-on actually. Can I watch?" Gary's eyes widened, "better still, can we piss on her at the same time? That would be really hot. Oh Tam," he said turning to me, "I'm getting hard thinking about it."

My mouth gaped and a drop of drool escaped from my mouth. "A threesome?" I croaked.

"Yeah. It'll make me come watching him piss on you. It'll make me spurt. Then you can suck me 'till I'm hard again and he can watch us screwing. I love an audience. Ah Tam, tell me you're up for it?"

My mind was in shock but my pussy was already primed for action. It was dripping. Two men providing me with my first golden shower and one of them was Gary. Oh fuck, yes! Yes, YES! Jake would be satisfied and Gary would get so hard he'd be able to fuck me all night long. And Gary's idea to let Jake watch us screwing afterwards, wow, that got me so wet! My jealous ex-lover watching me fucking his rival, a man I adored and lusted after. How perfect, how wicked! It was deliciously sordid. Too right I wanted that!

I gazed into Gary's eyes, vivid green with the mischievous sparkle. I loved them. I loved him. "I'm in," I nodded enthusiastically.

"That's my girl," he beamed.

Jake's hands clutched his crotch. I could see his erection straining against his trousers. 

"Looks like you'll need to jerk off before you can perform," joked Gary with a nudge. 

"He can wank over me before he pees," I said, my cunt pulsating at that thought.

My tall ginger-haired boyfriend let out a raucous laugh. "Fuck Tam, you're going to make me come right now with talk like that. I knew you were dirty but that's outrageous!" 

"Well?" I whispered to Jake. "Are you brave enough?" 

Jake hesitated but only for a millisecond. How many men would turn down the offer of a consensual threesome? Certainly not Jake. He was in and I was glad. I had the best of both worlds available to me and that aroused me beyond belief. Oz had worked his magic, we were all getting lucky.

And so it was that we made the hike across town to the cove, our intended venue for our disgustingly lewd act. The sun was already peeping over the horizon, its yellow fingers melting away the indigo of the night and replacing it with pastel shades of gold and pink. The resort was asleep, the streets deserted. We picked our way carefully, wary of disturbing the silence. It was so peaceful. Birds twittered from the tree-tops but their calls were musical, so different to the raucous cries of gulls that shattered the peace from dawn till dusk in British seaside resorts. 

Gary took my hand as we strolled along whilst Jake remained some distance behind allowing us some privacy. Ironic, considering our plans. We passed the immaculate tourist beeches, pristine and litter free. Cypriot beeches were meticulously tended by and army of maintenance staff and had to be the cleanest beaches I'd ever seen. They also had the best amenities; bins, showers, and an abundance of remarkably hygienic 24hr toilets. There was no excuse for public urination on Cypriot beeches, even in the dead of night. 

The cove wasn't as carefully maintained and lacked the toilet facilities but what we planned to do there would still be heavily frowned upon. I wasn't familiar with the exact punishment doled out by the authorities for perpetrators of public urination but it was sure to be harsh. I didn't care. I was young, stupid and horny and the idea of defiling a pristine beach only added to the excitement for me. Social awareness and community spirit were low on my list of priorities. All I cared about were my own pleasures and lustful needs.

Jake stripped naked as soon as we reached the soft sands of the tiny secluded cove. His body was muscular and tanned, not bad for a man who must be approaching his mid-forties. I admired the taught contours of his body and remembered our night together. Jake had been a great lover, both passionate and sensitive. Jake was a lovely person...usually. His temper that evening had been quite out of character and now that he had calmed down he'd returned to his old self. It was good to see. I liked Jake and keeping him happy was important to me. Not just because of my employment either. I didn't love him though, not like Gary.

A movement some distance away caught my eye and in the distance I spied Oz hovering close to the cliff path. I was surprised to see him but pleased with it. What the hell, the more the merrier! Oz, however, made no attempt to come any closer. He sat on the rocks drinking beer and all I could see of him was the occasional glint of his beer bottle as it caught the emerging sunlight. 

My turn to strip. I unbuttoned my white cotton blouse with exaggerated movements and peeled off my clothes slowly making a show of it. I revealed my tanned, toned torso bit by bit; flat belly, a glimpse of cleavage, long slender legs. My skin was smooth and liberally smothered in baby oil which glistened in the early morning rays. 

I unclasped my bra and let it slide down my shoulders revealing the soft curves of my rounded breasts. Each orb uniformly tanned thanks to hours of topless sunbathing on that very beach. I ran my hands over my dark nipples, lingering just long enough to make them harden. All that remained on my person was my thong. Placing my thumbs beneath the strappy sides I eased it down exposing my clean shaven pussy to the early morning breeze. The movement of the air on my naked flesh both refreshed and stimulated me. Moisture oozed from my hot mound, slick and hot. Standing naked on that beach in front of Gary, Jake and Oz I felt sexier than I'd ever felt before. 

My eyes found Gary and scanned his face for a reaction. My performance had been primarily for his benefit.

Gary gaped at me and eyes filled with longing but remained where he was, watching. His eyes drank in my body then switched to Jake's. He seemed to derive as much pleasure from ogling Jake as me. His eyes moved between us as he unzipped his trousers and released his engorged cock. It sprang forward, hard and glistening. Good. I wanted to impale myself on that fat cock of his and ride it hard and fast. I wanted to fuck all night. Gary's eyes fixated on Jake again sending the briefest pang of jealousy stabbing through me. I quickly dismissed it - if watching Jake naked got Gary hard, let him watch. I'd reap the benefits later.

I was ready. The gentle breeze and fine salt spray kissed my skin as I dropped to my knees on the soft sand. I closed my eyes for a moment listening to the gentle lapping of the waves along the shoreline. The soothing sound completed the dreamy setting. It was idyllic, dreamy, but what we did in the cove that night had precious little to do with romance!

Jake stood over me his swollen penis standing erect, pumped with blood and fully engorged after my 'strip-tease' had excited him. "God, you're beautiful," he muttered moving closer. His muscular body tensed and a look of concentration hardening his facial lines. His fat cock, gripped firmly in his right hand, was yanked back and forth with fast jerking movements as he stroking himself towards a rapidly building climax. I looked directly into his eyes and smiled. Jake's expression melted. He stood over me, head thrown back, low moans issuing from his throat as he let his hand fly. 

My body ached in anticipation. Jake's climax was close and very soon I'd see his balls contract sending hot cum spurting from his throbbing cock. It would hit my body, spattering my skin. 

"Do it Jake," I breathed, "cover me."

My fingers eased inside my slick vagina, probing deep. I stroked myself, rubbing hard to bring myself to the brink. When Jake climaxed, I wouldn't be far behind.

Gary walked around us, clothes gone, swollen cock receiving firm strokes from the strong grip of his right hand. His purple cockhead glistened with pre-cum and the scent of it wafted across to air. The alluring aroma of sex filled my nostrils making me perspire as the heat within me ignited. Gary watched Jake, his eyes taking in the pained expression on Jake's face, his rapidly moving hand and his pulsating cock. He seemed mesmerised by Jake, fascinated by him. He circled us, watching from every angle, his chest heaving as his pulse raced.

My own eyes never left Gary; his face, his body, his cock, his intense pleasure. I barely noticed Jake's body stiffening as he reached climax nor did I hear the loud grunts that rang out across the deserted beach as his tension was released in a mighty explosion. He jettisoned his hot cum with force all over my body. It hit the right hand side of my face, my neck and my breasts. Droplets of white goo clung to my skin before sliding downwards towards the sand. 

"Oh Tam, yes," Jake groaned. He hovered over me with a look of deepest satisfaction on his face as he stroked out a second load of cum. 

My eyes remained on Gary. All my thoughts were of him; his smile, the twinkle in his eyes and the look of wonderment he gave me as Jake ejaculated over my prone body. Gary's eyes settled on my face taking in the globules of white cream adorning my cheek, a sticky facial of Jake's cum. He gazed at me, spellbound, transfixed. It occurred to me that despite Gary's cockiness this could well be his first threesome. If that were true, what would he make of my next move? 

I took a firm hold of Jake's cock and slipped it into my mouth. I sucked hard, milking the last drops of cum from his throbbing penis whilst my hands stroked his shaft and balls. I licked up every trace of semen before sucking his swollen balls into my mouth one at a time. I slurped and sucked whilst Jake's knees trembled and deep guttural moans issued from deep within him. All the time I kept my eyes on Gary. I studied his expression and the movement of his lips as he watched me clean every inch of Jake's penis. 

"That's right Gary, watch me. Watch me suck Jake's cock dry. You're next!" I thought.

Gary winced as the pressure of the blood filling his cock began to pain him. He moved towards me with stumbling steps, both hands gripping his enormous erection. A rumbling groan escaped from his throat as he gave in to the climax he'd been holding back. Leaning over my genuflecting body he grunted loudly and shot warm cream all over my face. Gary's face contorted as his orgasm shook him and his pulsating cock shot out copious amounts of hot stickiness. Jake's cock, still embedded in my mouth, received a generous spattering of Gary's semen as it erupted from him.

I could hardly believe what was happening. Two men wanking over me, it was heaven! My lips went back to work, sucking Jake's cock and licking his abdomen. It was Gary's cum I was cleaning from Jake's flesh. How dirty was that?! Gary shook his last drops of cum onto my face and watched me lick them off.

"Now clean me," he ordered taking hold of my head. 

I did as he asked. I switched, taking Gary's huge cock into my greedy maw then with a sly smile at Gary I switched back again. I cleaned them both, sucking and licking, alternating between Gary's penis and Jake's whilst my two lovers stood side by side each groaning with satisfaction. 

My own orgasm took me completely by surprise. It hit suddenly, sending me down onto the sand in a contorted heap. My body was wracked with wave upon wave of powerful contractions which made me buck uncontrollably on the soft sand. The sensations went on and on, stimulating profuse amounts of my own cream which erupted from me in viscous spray. 

"Oh God!" I cried as my fluids squirted everywhere covering my inner thighs with hot stickiness. I'd never squirted like that before. I didn't know I could! 

"Fuck, Tam!" Gary's voice boomed out. "Bloody hell!"

I opened my eyes and gazed around, my head in a pink haze. As my orgasm slowly subsided a huge smile spread across my face and refused to budge. 

"Oh, you really liked that didn't you?" joked Gary. He actually sounded shocked.

I gasped for breath and couldn't talk. I loved it, adored it, but the night wasn't over. We hadn't done what he'd set out to do...yet. The best was yet to come.

Gary gave me a devilish smile. "Ready for more?" 

"Oh yes!" I mewed.

Gary and Jake both had both drunk a half litre bottle of water during the walk to the cove. They'd also consumed several beers before leaving the bar. Both of them must have full bladders and they'd be able to empty them now that they'd ejaculated. 

I quivered, my cunt muscles contracting at the prospect of being drenched in urine. It was such a naughty thing to do and with two men? That was wicked. I felt like a whore, a nasty horny whore and the naughtiness made me tingle all over, every nerve fibre electrified. 

"I'm ready. Do it."

I opened my mouth and my thighs to expose my desired targets then I closed my eyes and waited...I didn't have to wait long.

"Oh fuck...YES!"

A strong jet of steaming hot piss hit my clitoris drenching my sensitive nub and instantly sending new waves of ecstasy cascading through my primed body. The heat, the smell and the power of the jet exhilarated me. It was exactly as I'd imagined it to be, no -- better. It was wonderful. I kept my tightly eyes closed, partly to avoid stinging splashes, partly to keep the identity of the first cock's owner a mystery. Not knowing which man was urinating on me made the act even dirtier, and me even hotter. 

A gentle hissing announced the arrival of the second stream of pee. It hit me full in the face filling my gaping mouth with acrid liquid which pouring out over my cheeks and neck. Holding my breath I opened my throat and swallowed back as much amber fluid as I could but the jet was too powerful and drenched me. The exquisite sensation of hot piss pounding against my skin made my loins burn fiercely. 

My lovers were enjoying themselves as much as me. Their satisfied groans filled the air as they moved their streams over my body, soaking my abdomen, my breasts and each other. I gasped for air as the warm piss pouring over my skin and pooled on the sand beneath me. I squirmed in the stinking puddle, grasping handfuls of saturated sand as I lost control of my body for the second time that night. 

An orgasm more powerful than the first sent me into convulsions. I bucked on the sand powerless to do anything but give in to the waves of electricity coursing through me. The sensation went on and on, shaking my body mercilessly. When it passed I couldn't move. I was exhausted. I lay back on the sand whilst my lovers' bladders emptied and their pee trickled to a halt. 

It was over, for now. I lay still, allowing myself time to recover. My breathing felt laboured and body still quivered. My clitoris was too sensitive to touch. I dared to open my eyes. Jake looked as shell-shocked as me. He was panting hard and his face was red. Sweat clung to his brow and his whole body trembled. His semi-erect penis, clutched tightly in his hand, twitched as fresh blood filled it. Jake gave it a stroke coaxing it back to towards an erection. I caught his eye and managed a smile which he returned. 

My dearest Gary was standing right next to Jake. He too looked drained but his erection was one step further on. His penis was already enormous, almost fully erect and growing harder by the second. Gary stroked it hard and I could smell pre-cum amongst the mixed odours of perspiration, urine and semen. I breathed in deeply. The heady mixture of bodily odours was wildly exhilarating.

"Fuck me," I breathed opening my thighs to expose my swollen vulva to Gary. "Get down here and fuck me."

Gary gave me the most yearning look. "Sorry," he said nudging Jake, "audience participation's over. I want to do this bit alone."

"No problem," Jake replied shakily. "I'll, err, get cleaned up and go find Oz. I think he's splattering the rocks over there somewhere."

Oz was jerking off too? That made me smile, although I was pretty sure Oz's eyes hadn't been on me as he sat amongst the rocks stroking himself to climax. His actions that night confirmed my suspicions that he only had eyes for Jake and his primary concern was for Jake's happiness. Why else would he have encouraged me to give in to Jake's unreasonable demands and defended him so vehemently? Now it made since. 

It irritated me that Oz had put Jake's happiness above mine but I could hardly complain about the way things had turned out. He'd successfully instigated an arrangement which had left us all satisfied. Well, not himself. Poor Oz. Nothing would ever come of his infatuation with Jake and watching the object of his desires enjoy sexual acts with other people would be the closest thing to fulfilment he'd ever get. Not so for me! 

My cunt throbbed. It longed for attention and carnal gratification. I wanted to feel the scorching rub of intercourse. I longed for it, craved it, and unlike Oz, I was going to get it. I lay back on the wet sand, my hips gyrating.

"Gary..." I moaned.

Gary stood over me, watching my body squirm as I readied myself for penetration. His white toothed smile lit up his face and those dazzling eyes looked at me with pure adoration. 




Love at First Piss Ch. 02



I let out a deep sigh as my gorgeous six foot, piss-loving boyfriend lay on the sand on top of me and began fucking me with long, smooth strokes. The sand stuck to my piss drenched body and the ground beneath me stank of urine and that was just perfect! I was in my own personal heaven with my very own angel. I held him close and closed my eyes as another orgasm build within me. 

Was this the start of a beautiful relationship? Maybe. One thing was for certain, my night of sinful pleasures was far from over.



Love at First Piss Ch. 03



Author's note -- I've changed my name from naughtybessp to naughtybessparker after I managed to get myself locked out of my original account - oops!

I hope you enjoy "Love at First Piss" chapter 3. It's another wet one, of course, so contains descriptions of characters urinating for sexual pleasure. If that offends you in any way you'll probably want to stop reading this about now. If not, you'll love it! 

Please vote on this story and leave feedback if you have time. Feedback is the fun part of writing and following the advice of readers with constructive comments the best way to improve. I look forward to hearing what you think of this story. Bess P x

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I yawned my way through my waitressing shift and looked a sight. My hair was greasy, my clothes creased and I stank of perfume where I'd sprayed my blouse to hide the smell of perspiration. On top of that I had bright red bite marks on my neck and shoulders, lasting evidence of Gary's exuberant fucking on the soft sands of the cove. I'd tried to hide the ugly souvenirs but hadn't been successful. I looked like a trashy whore. Worse than that, I felt ill. I was dead on my feet from tiredness and so uncoordinated I could barely function. Fuck knows how I managed to carry trays piled high with full English breakfasts, tea and toast without dropping the lot! 

Once the breakfast crowd thinned Cara, my boss, pulled me aside. "Take a break, sort yourself out or go home," she ordered. "You're no good to me like this Tam."

"I'm ok, honest," I protested but Cara shook her head.

"Get a coffee and tidy yourself up and please put some concealer on your neck. The customers keep commenting on the state of you."

I scowled at her and stalked off to the tiny staff room at the back of the café. I was angry with Cara but even more so with myself. Cara knew I had two jobs and like to party and had never criticised me for that. Then again I'd never given her reason to...until now. My lifestyle was finally catching up with me and that made me cross. I was young, I was healthy. I ought to be able to cope with my hectic regime. Evidently not.

I flounced into the staffroom, grabbed my handbag off the shelf above the kettle and tipped out the contents - make-up, hairbrush, de-odorant, painkillers, caffeine tablets a small bottle of vodka - everything I needed to perk myself up. 

Make-up and hair done and neck bites covered I looked more human and I felt better as soon as the pills and vodka hit my stomach. I made myself a strong cup of black coffee and took it outside to the neat little courtyard at the back of the café. There I collapsed onto a white plastic chair and basked in the sunshine whilst the caffeine revived me. I sat perfectly still enjoying the rare moment of quiet solitude. It allowed me to reflect on the reason for my extreme fatigue and that put a smile on my face - Gary. I'd had no sleep at all because of him. 

My gorgeous lanky, ginger-haired boyfriend had fucked me to within an inch of my life out there in the secluded cove. He'd brought me to orgasm again and again as we writhed together on the soft sandy beach. I'd been in heaven and I could have fucked him all day but even I wasn't brave enough to have sex out in the open once the early morning joggers began to emerge. The first glimpse of a track-suited health freak had sent me scuttling for my clothes with Gary in hot pursuit. We'd scrambled to get dressed before the first of many sweat drenched joggers went pounding past us trampling across the very spot where we'd been lying. Close shave!

The two of us had washed in the sea then retreated from our idyllic beach and the guilty pleasures we'd enjoyed there. Neither of us spoke. I think both of us were too shell-shocked by the events we'd taken part in. Gary paused to urinate before ascending the cliff path. He pissed on the sands, smiling contentedly as he splattered the shoreline with the contents of his bladder. I watched him point his cock upwards causing his spray to cascade out over a wide area of sand. It fell in fine droplets which caught the morning sunlight in rainbow colours. It was a sight to see. Beautiful. 

Gary and I had returned to my flat where the temptation to continue fucking almost led me to take a sick day from work. Perhaps I should have. I was in no fit state to be serving the public and the smell of eggs and bacon was making me feel quite nauseous. 

As the sun beat down on me in the courtyard garden I thought about Gary and wondered what he was doing at that very moment. He'd been fast asleep in my bed when I'd left for work. I'd watched him lying there with the morning sun hitting his auburn hair, setting it alight. Such a striking colour, I loved it. I watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept, the slow steady breathing...how I'd longed to curl up beside him.

"Later," I'd said to myself. Work beckoned as it always did. 

"And now back to work again," I sighed. 

I popped a couple of breath mints into my mouth and returned to the café. I looked better, felt more alive and my customers smiled at me as I cheerily served them. It was another beautiful day in Cyprus and a fantastic night of wickedness with Gary lay ahead of me. Excellent! So what if I was a little tired? I'd cope. Life was good. 

The all-day-breakfast and light lunch crowds piled into the café again at around mid-day; all the clubbers, late risers and tourists too hung-over to eat any earlier. The café was packed to capacity. I didn't mind. I preferred to be busy. Cara and I did all the daytime waitressing between us with Cara carrying on alone once the lunchtime rush was over. The evening staff took over at four and ran the café as a relaxed bar and bistro until the early hours of the morning. My room-mate, Karen, worked the evening shifts and loved it. 

The slower paced work wasn't my idea of fun. I found it tedious. I'd once been offered longer hours at the café but I'd turned it down. The morning shift was enough. Work at the café, even at its busiest, was too easy. As the lunch orders mounted up I switched my brain off, breezed around my tables and ran on autopilot. I sang to myself to relieve the boredom and totally failed to notice that a familiar face had taken a seat at one of my favourite alfresco tables. I froze when I spotted him. 

"Jake! What the fuck's he doing here?" I muttered to myself. 

I hadn't expected to see Jake at my daytime work place and the sight of him sitting there threw me. Jake made me uncomfortable. I'd had no idea he was into pee play or threesomes prior to our argument the previous evening and never dreamed I'd take part in both with him that very same night. Don't get me wrong, our exploits at the cove had been fabulous and I had no regrets, but the aftermath still felt awkward. Jake had a thing for me and I didn't know how he'd react to what we'd done together.

Jake caught my eye and I thought I detected a hint of victory in his expression. It was possible. I'd felt an intense yearning for him as he'd masturbated over me at the cove and it was only Gary's presence that had stopped me from letting Jake go all the way. I'd have done it otherwise. I'd have fucked him. Jake had turned me on so much he could have done anything to me. He'd controlled me even though to all intents and purposes I'd been the one calling the shots. In actuality I'd been a slave to my own lust and would have given him anything he'd asked for. Jake's expression suggested he knew that. Damn! 'Tam the Tease' was supposed to be an unemotional, dominant slut. I'd let that mask slip.

I approached Jake hesitantly, unsure what to say. How do you open a conversation with someone who ejaculated over you, urinated in your mouth then stood back to watch you fuck someone else? It wasn't a situation I'd ever been in before! Thankfully Jake didn't look embarrassed at all. His smile was confident and his blue eyes sparkled. 

"Morning Tam," he greeted me. "You look remarkably well, considering."

"As do you."

"Touché. Sit down Tam," he said taking my hand. "I need to talk to you."

"Can't. I'm working."

"Just give me a moment," he insisted.

I sat, reluctantly. "Ok, what do you want?" 

Jake ran his fingers through his hair, "Look, Tam about last night..." 

"I had fun," I said looking him in the eye. "I'm not embarrassed so you don't need to be." 

"I'm not, not at all," he smiled. "I had fun too."

"Good. I didn't see you leave," I continued. "Did you stay to watch, you know, me and Gary."

Jake cleared his throat. "For a while." 

Oh, so he did watch?

Jake's blue eyes locked with mine. He wanted more, I could tell. "I have a proposition for you Tam."

Here we go...

"Lola's leaving at the end of the week and I'd like you to take over her job, work the afternoon shifts."

"Afternoons?" That wasn't what I'd expected him to say. 

"As well as evenings of course. It's good hours."

"Yes it is. Well?"

"Why's Lola leaving?" I asked. It seemed sudden.

"She's heading to Australia. She always planned to." Jake said that very calmly considering the relationship he had with Lola.

"I'm sorry," I replied.

"Why? It's not a problem for me so long as I can cover her shifts."

Was that all Lola's departure meant to him? Jake was as cold as me. 

"So how about it? Do you want to work for me full-time?"

I glanced around at the café. I wouldn't miss it much. "What do you get out of it?" I asked with outright frankness. "Do you expect more nights like last night?"

"Expect? No. It's not a requirement Tam, not part of the job offer." He cleared his throat, "actually I am a bit embarrassed about last night if you want the truth. I've never shared a woman before."

"Really?" 

"Did you think I had?"

I bit my lip, "I don't know, you seemed confident, more so than Gary actually." I remembered the look of wonderment on Gary's face as he'd watched Jake cover me with cum. "Between you and me I think that was Gary's first threesome." 

"Yep, I think you could be right. I don't think he's quite as experienced as he makes out." Jake frowned. "Look Tam, don't take this the wrong way...what do you know about Gary?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, do you know where he's living? Who he's in Cyprus with? Do you know anything about him at all?"

I scowled. "Jake, don't start..."

"Tam, listen. I'm not saying this out of jealousy, ok? I don't want to see you get hurt."

Something in his tone bothered me. "Why would he hurt me? Why did you say that?"

"I don't trust him that's all."

"Why? Go on, spit it out."

"Ok, the thing is I offered him a permanent job this morning, your old evening shifts actually. He turned me down."

Gary turned down a job? Why would he do that? "When did this happen?" I demanded. 

"About half an hour ago. I bumped into him outside the bar. He was on his way down to the beach with a group of lads. Did he tell you about them Tam? Are they friends?"

"I don't know. He probably met them at work," I shrugged. 

"No, he knew them really well. I'm willing to bet he's on holiday with them."

I snorted my disapproval and glared at Jake but had no comeback. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"He's a tourist Tam," Jake sneered. "I hate to say it but I think he's going to disappear back home with his friends, and soon. He'd have bitten my hand off for that job if he was really staying."

"Shut-up Jake!" I snapped.

"Use your head Tam, think about it."

I glowered. Jake could be right but he didn't have to rub it in. I'd been desperate for work I'd been when I'd first arrived in Cyprus. I'd only had enough money to last a week and I took the first job I was offered. Oz had been worse. He'd been destitute with no money at all. He'd slept on the beach until Jake took him in. Gary wasn't like us. He had plenty of money and was in no hurry to find employment it seemed. He could well be stringing me along...he might leave. 

Jake had that sickeningly triumphant look in his eyes again. "Tam, it's probably nothing. Maybe he's feels awkward about last night? Hell, I know I did when I first saw him!"

"It was a bit wild, wasn't it?" I acknowledged.

"Yeah." Jake held my gaze. "Would you do it again?" 

"Yes," I answered letting my carnal desires dictate my answer. "I'd definitely do it again."

"Would you take part if I asked Lola to join in? Make it a foursome?"

My pupils dilated, completely involuntarily. 

"Well? Lola likes to get wet," Jake prompted.

"So I've heard. Oz told me what you two get up to in the shower!"

"Did he now? Does that make you jealous?"

I glared at him. Actually it did and that annoyed me. Images of Jake licking Lola's pussy whilst she released a stream of hot urine over his face turned me on and if he did that to me...oh, yes, I'd love that. My cheeks began to burn betraying my treacherous thought.

"You'd like me to do that to you, wouldn't you Tam?"

I leaned in close to Jake, my lips brushing his ear, "Fuck-off Jake! I'm at work and I've got customers waiting."

Jake smirked. "You should join us in the shower tonight, it's big enough and Lola wouldn't mind. Actually she'd love it. She likes a bit of girl-on-girl action."

I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore the warmth radiating out from between my legs. "Will you stop it!" I growled, my arousal heightening at that wicked suggestion. 

"Oh yes, you and Lola together. She could piss on you whilst you licked her out...or the other way around."

I felt another spasm as my cunt contracted again. Traitor! How dare my body react like that to the suggestion of sex with Lola! 

"Fuck off Jake!" I snapped. "I don't want a threesome with Lola and if anyone's going to piss on my face it'll be Gary, ok?"

"Oh God, can I watch?"

I burst out laughing. "Fuck Jake, have you any idea what you are doing to me right now with talk like that? I've got to finish my shift and all I want to do is go home, find Gary and suck his cock whilst he urinates!"

"Same question," grinned Jake, "can I watch?"

I slapped him playfully and pushed him away. "Go away and leave me alone, yeah?"

"Not until you give me an answer."

"To what? Can you watch Gary and me piss on each other in the shower? No! Fuck off! Will I let that slut Lola loose on me? No! Although I'm tempted just to see the look on your face when I make her come harder than you do."

"Aw Tam, stop teasing, that's so hot!"

I grinned. I loved winding Jake up.

"No Tam, seriously, my question was about the job. Will you take it?"

I looked him in the eye while I mulled over my answer.

"Well?"

"Ok Jake, I'll take it."

"And you'll experiment with Lola for me?"

I held up my middle finger to him.

"Tut-tut Tam," he grinned, "that's no way to talk to your boss." He rose from the table and kissed my cheek. "Foursome then? You can bring Gary along. He can wank-off with me while we watch you and Lola fucking!"

"In your dreams!" 

"Oh been there, done that, got the t-shirt in my dreams."

"Gary's too most likely," I conceded. I was probably right.

Jake laughed. "See you at work tonight. Don't forget to tell Cara you're leaving then go home and get some sleep. You look like shit!"

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome. Later piss-slut!" Jake waved his hand and left. 

Piss-slut? I liked that title and the conversation had been interesting. The thought a foursome really got me going. I'd love it and so would Gary...possibly too much. Hmm, that could be a problem. Lola was an insatiable slut who'd never be persuaded to keep her hands off my Gary...nor him off her for that matter. Gary thought Lola was hot, all men did. They'd end up fucking, bound to, and I'd have to watch. I wasn't comfortable with that. Watching Lola and Jake together however...I did want that, badly. There was something wickedly arousing about the thought of watching Lola stand over Jake, spread her piss flaps and pee all over his face. God, it made me hot!

I worked the rest of the morning with a smile on my face and a tingling sensation in my pussy. Sex was on the agenda, dirty sex - potentially very dirty.

At the end of my shift I told Cara I was quitting. She wasn't best pleased but I didn't feel too guilty about it. Girls walked into the café practically every day on the hunt for work so she'd replace me soon enough. Onwards and upwards! I headed home. I had hoped Gary would still be there but I knew he wasn't. He was off at the beach with his 'friends'. Never mind. I needed to sleep, especially if things were going to get interesting after my night shift. 

My apartment was situated in an older complex which housed a mixture of time-share apartments, long term tenants and apartments leased by a tour company specialising in lively holidays for unattached twenty-somethings. They were a noisy lot but as none of us spent much time at home we didn't care. 

The complex's restaurant had closed down years ago but the poolside bar was still a thriving business. I often frequented it, taking advantage of the 'happy hour' prices residents like myself were offered all the time. I'd also worked a few shifts behind the bar when money had been tight. Most of us had. I walked past the bar and headed upstairs. I'd get a drink later.

My cramped apartment was on the top floor and was baking hot. The air conditioning unit was broken, had been for ages, so the apartment was always stifling. I flung open the windows to let in some air then collapsed onto my bed. Karen had gone to work already so the apartment was deserted. Good. I needed sleep.

I closed my eyes but as soon as I did so I caught a whiff of Gary's aftershave lingering on my pillows. Thoughts of him and what we'd done together filled my brain. Umm, it had been a good night. God I wanted more of that.

I wondered where he was? I didn't have his phone number and I didn't know where he was staying so I couldn't contact him. I thought about going down to the beach to find him but that would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. It would be heaving. I'd have to wait until he showed up to work that evening. Damn! Patience wasn't my strong point.

I wondered how Gary would react to the suggestion of a foursome? I smiled; it was a no-brainer! He'd love the idea. As I lay on my bed, my head swam with naughty images; Gary and Jake standing over me with their swollen cocks in their hands and pained looks on their faces as they both ejaculated, showering my body with cum. 

"Oh yes..." I sighed.

Then the piss bath...gallons of hot, pungent piss pouring over my skin, soaking me with golden juices which cascaded down onto the sand. 

"Oh, yes, yes!" I moaned a little louder. I liked that memory. It made me burn.

I opened my thighs and ran my hands down between my legs. I was swollen, sensitive, the recollections of my sinful behaviour stimulating me...and thoughts of a possible foursome, fuck, that made me hot as hell! I pulled down my thong and stroked myself. 

"Umm, that's good, so good."

The heat of the room and my growing arousal making me sweaty so I stripped off my clothes, discarding them in a heap beside my bed. Salty droplets of perspiration ran down my skin, soaking the sheets beneath me as I lay back, naked and exposed. I ran my fingertips over my breasts feeling them harden as I caressed them, then my hands continued downwards softly caressing my smooth, flat belly...down, down...

My fingertips traced the outline of my shaved mound and returned to their starting point between my legs. My thighs fell open as I began stroking my clitoris...gently, slowly, my fingertips moving in circles, making it burn. I licked my fingers, adding my slippery saliva to the warm juices I was secreting. More stroking, circular movements interspersed with harder, faster rubbing. My body began to twitch as the first pulses of electricity radiated out from my throbbing clit.




Love at First Piss Ch. 03



My head was filled with sordid images; Gary fucking me on the sand whilst Jake and Oz watched, their cocks in their hands, hard, pulsating...

"Yes, oh yes!"

...Gary on top of me stroking me to orgasm, making my juices run so fast they oozed out all over his rigid penis. 

"Oh that's it, yes, that's it...that feels so fucking good." 

My fingers rubbed harder as new images invaded my brain; imaginings which made my body writhe uncontrollably and my hips gyrate. I envisioned Jake and Lola on the beach alongside me and Gary. Lola was naked, her bronzed skin glistening in the dawn sunlight, her bleach blond hair loose and wild. Her oversized tits ran with sweat and her dark brown nipples stood erect as Jake fucked her with as much stamina as Gary used on me. 

"Oh God...yes..."

Then Jake was beneath her, kneeling on the sand with his hands clutching her rounded buttocks and his tongue lapped at her soaking pussy, sucking at her juices. In my lusty imagination I saw Lola cry out, a drawn-out howl of release followed by a gush of golden liquid that showered out from between her shapely legs. Her piss covered Jake's face... 

"Oh fuck...yes, yes..."

But wait, that wasn't Jake kneeling on the sand between Lola's thighs, that wasn't his dark hair and stocky build...no, the person making Lola scream was small and blond...

"Oh fuck, FUCK!"

My thighs slammed together and a vice-like contraction forced my pussy to clamp down on my fingers. A shattering orgasm made me convulse.

"Oh fuck...yes, yes!" 

I stroked my clit through the spasms finding the sensitivity almost unbearable. 

Oh God, what just happened? Where the fuck had that image come from? 

I lay back panting as the waves subsided. Sweat poured from my skin and the bed sheets beneath me were soaked. An acrid odour filled the airless room making me gasp for breath. I shut my eyes. I was exhausted.

It was too hot to get any sleep. The sun poured in through my windows and the light breeze didn't stir the air at all. I could feel myself overheating and knew I'd have to move. I never got any proper rest in that apartment. I put on my bikini, pulled the sheets off my bed and grabbed my bag of dirty laundry. I'd kill two birds with one stone; get my laundry done and top up my tan by the poolside. No more smelly clothes and pasty skin for me! 

Washing safely deposited in the basement washing machines I headed for the pool. I pushed past the tourists deliberately avoiding eye contact with them. I'd probably served most of them in the bar, possibly flirted with them too, and I didn't want their attention now. I kept my sunglasses on and a floppy hat on my head as I made a beeline for a free sun lounger. I settled down and drifted off to sleep. 

The pool was relatively quiet that afternoon. There was the usual crowd of semi-drunk girls hanging around the bar and rowdy boys leaping in and out of the pool, but most people were asleep like me with iPods firmly embedded in their ears. I wondered if any of them had similar nights to me?! Na - not likely!

Suddenly a wave of icy water drenched me. "Shit!" I shrieked sitting bolt upright. "What the fuck?!"

A tall shadow loomed over my sunbed, one I recognised. "Gary! You bastard!" 

Gary's booming laugh filled my ears and his beautiful smiling face filled my view. He was dressed in Bermuda shorts and was soaking wet from swimming.

"Hi beautiful! You awake?"

"I am now!" I cried, slapping him.

Gary sat down beside me. His hands reached for my neck and he drew me in for a long, lingering kiss. "Is that better?" he whispered as he removed my sunglasses and looked deep into my eyes.

I melted. "Much."

"I hear congratulations are in order?" he said brightly. "New job?"

"Word travels fast."

Gary smiled. "I bumped into Jake this morning. Did you take his offer?" 

I nodded. "Yes, unlike you." 

Gary cleared his throat. "Ah, he told you."

I nodded.

"Don't read anything into it Tam. He caught me off guard that's all. I'm a little embarrassed about last night and I sort of panicked when I saw Jake. Look Tam, does he, err, you know, um..."

"Fancy you? No."

Gary smiled awkwardly. "Ok, just checking."

"Shit, you really are embarrassed aren't you?" I exclaimed. "I thought nothing could unnerve you!"

Gary glanced around nervously and lowered his voice. "I've never shot cum over man before, ok? I'm not comfortable with it. Surely you found last night a little... surreal? Unless you're used to that sort of thing?"

"Oh no, first time for me," I snorted. "I may be a slut but kinky sex is totally new for me."

"Kinky? I guess it was." Gary bit his lip. "How did Jake seem?"

"Fine." I laughed. "He wants to do it again actually." I hesitated, "do you?"

Gary kissed my neck softly and stroked the hair from my eyes. "I don't know."

"Oh? I though you liked it?"

Gary's eyes locked with mine. "I loved it Tam. I can't believe how good it felt and I want a threesome again, just not with Jake."

"Why not Jake?" I asked a little too defensively.

Gary glared. "I don't trust him, ok? Fuck, Tam you're an idiot! He's got you exactly where he wants you hasn't he?"

"Whoa! What are you talking about?" I retorted.

"You took the job, so he's your sole employer." 

"So?"

Gary shook his head. "So he's got control of your life."

"I can handle Jake," I snorted. I paused. "He wants to involve Lola, tonight. A foursome."

Gary's eyes nearly popped of his head. 

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that idea," I said nudging him playfully. "Another first eh? Like last night? Admit it Gary...that was your first threesome wasn't it?" I teased.

"Nope."

"Oh? Then why were you so nervous?"

"It was my first threesome with another man."

"Ah, I see."

Gary grinned and his eyes lit up, "There were these twins back home, Lucy and Linda, and they..."

"Enough! Spare me the details," I grimaced. "So how did it compare, sharing with a man?" I narrowed my eyes, "You loved it, didn't you? I think Jake turned you on as much as I did."

Gary waved his arms at me, "No, no, no don't go thinking that! I was turned on by what he did, to you. I've never watched a man ejaculate over a woman before and when you sucked his cock...oh God." Gary winced and placed my hand gently over his crotch. I felt his penis twitch. "It's making me hard just thinking about it."

I grinned. 

"It was the whole set-up that got me going and you say Lola's up for a foursome?"

"Yep, if you're game?"

"If Lola's a part of it I am. Fuck, she's hot!"

"Watch it! There'll be rules."

"Rules are made to be broken, you know that! Look Tam, I'm going to take the bar job. I'll talk to Jake before work tonight. If he's not embarrassed about last night then I should grow a pair and make the most of what's on offer. Besides, I want to stay here and spend more time with you."

My heart pounded. "Do you mean that?"

"Yes. I want to get to know you, be more intimate with you." He leaned in close, "we could start right now if you're up for it?"

"Sex? Now? Haven't you had enough?"

Gary's lips brushed against my ear making it burn. "I can never get enough but it's not sex I'm after, well, not exactly. I've been drinking beers all morning and...well, is Karen home or do you have the place to yourself?" 

"All mine."

"Shame," he grinned cheekily. "She's hot too...ouch!"

"Inside...now!" I cried grabbing hold of Gary's arm.

Gary's smile lit up his face a we gathered up our belongings and ran back inside the apartment complex. Sex was on our minds and we were desperate to get on with it. We called the lift and once inside my hands found Gary's crotch whilst his fingers rubbed me between my legs. Our hearts pounded, our lips locked together and our tongues tangled around each other. Each of us wanted physical contact, as much as possible, and the sooner the better.

When the lift stopped Gary swept me into his arms and carried me to my front door. I unlocked it without taking my eyes off him and breaking our kiss. My bikini was ripped from me the second my door clicked shut and Gary's trunks followed. 

Gary took a step back his eyes wandering longingly over my naked body. 

"Fuck you're gorgeous," he groaned. 

He was too. His body was slick with sun-tan oil and the tan he was developing had turned a rich golden brown. Beautiful. His body was slender but muscular and each oiled contour rippled in the sunlight streaming through the south facing windows. 

"Well?" I asked my sexy partner as he stood before me, his semi-erect cock in his hand. "What did you have in mind?"

"I'll show you."

Gary took my hand and led me into my bathroom. He pushed aside the stained white shower curtain and guided me into the plastic tray. 

"Turn around," he instructed. 

My heart pounded. Pee play. I'd hoped it would be that. I did as I was told, burning with anticipation. I braced myself against the tiled wall, spread my legs then used one hand to gently part my labia. I knew what I wanted Gary to do, I'd read about it and seen it done many times on porn sights, but I'd never tried it myself. Now was my chance.

Gary moved up behind me. He pressed his rapidly hardening cock against my moist slit and pushed. The tip of his penis eased inside me, penetrating me but only just. His cock wasn't fully hardened so remaining shallow. Gary began to pant and groan. One hand held his penis in position, the other reached around my body to find my breasts. He fingered them, teasing my sensitive nipples, making me quiver. Sweat dripped from my brow.

"Tam, can I let go inside you?" he breathed.

"Let go?"

"Piss. Piss inside you."

"Oh yes," I replied breathlessly, "yes." 

It was what I wanted, what I longed for. The waiting was almost over...

Gary grunted, his body tensed then he let a deeply satisfied groan as he released a stream of urine directly inside me. His stream hit my uterus with force and filled me full of hot liquid."Oh God Gary," I squealed as the warm fullness rapidly became overwhelming. 

Gary withdrew his penis releasing a torrent of piss from inside my vagina. "Oh Tam, that's so fucking good," he muttered as he reinserted his cockhead and began the process over again. This time he moved his penis gently back and forth, stimulating my clitoris whilst his piss put pressure on my g-spot.

"Oh fucking hell!" I yelped as once again the pressure became too great.

Gary withdrew, golden fluids showering downwards, covering my legs and feet before pooling in the plastic shower tray. Gary held his penis close to my pussy as I opened my legs wider. The last of his stream hit my clitoris sending it into quivering spasms.

"I'm done," he gasped, "but don't move."

Gary's stream dried up but I remained still. I could hear him stroking his cock, rubbing it fast to make it hard. The smell of pre-cum joined the stench of urine in the tray beneath us and Gary re-inserted his penis into my slippery hole. It was fully engorged and slid in smoothly, sinking into me in one stroke. God it felt good. I gripped it with my cunt muscles, smiling at the result.

"Fuck Tam. How do you do that? Oh God I'm gonna come fairly quickly! I'm close."

"Fuck me Gary. I want you to fuck me before you come!"

"Oh I intend to," he groaned.

Gary began to pump me, gripping my hips as he thrust his fat penis deep inside me. "Fuck, fuck," he chanted over and over as he breathing became laboured and his thrusts more frantic.

I locked my arms against the tiled shower walls and pushed back as Gary's strokes became harder, faster, each thrust of his enormous penis skewering me and filling me completely. Gary was perfect, so sexy, everything he did was right. 

"Oh Tam, I'm coming, now, it's now...oh fuck! Oh..."

Gary dug his fingernails into my thighs as he ejaculated deep inside my soaking cunt. I felt the heat of his secretions and the satisfying force of his penis as he endeavoured to plant his seed as deeply as he could. 

An orgasm of my own made me quiver. My legs shook and my cunt muscles contracted squeezing every last drop of cum out of Gary's cock.

"Fucking hell!" he groaned as the waves of my orgasm intensified clasping him tighter. "Oh God Tam, I love you!"

Time suddenly stood still. The world was placed on pause while I processed those words. Gary loved me. Did he? That was the most wonderful thing I had ever heard. 

My body relaxed and as I let go so did Gary. He collapsed over my back, breathing hard then dropped to his knees between my legs. I stroked his hair lovingly as the two of us panted for breath then gasped as Gary's lips made contact with my pulsating cunt. I shuddered with delight and tiny electrical pulses fired off everywhere as Gary's wet tongue caressed my clitoris, licking and slurping at my slimy juices. I threw back my head in pleasure and as I relaxed I felt a pressure in my bladder, a low down pain. 

An idea hit me, a filthy one....I wondered how Gary would react. Overpowering dirtiness drove me on...such disgusting naughtiness.

"Do it, see how it feels," commanded the wanton spirit within me. 

I contracted my bladder muscles, pushed down and let go releasing a stream of hot piss straight into Gary's open mouth. 

Gary coughed, but only momentarily. The cough was followed by a lusty groan and a renewed vigour to his lapping. He sucked at my clit and gulped down my piss straight from the source. Gary did to me what Jake did to Lola and the effect on me was pretty much the same. I screamed my lungs out! Nothing had ever felt so fucking good!

My body shuddered with force of my second orgasm. Waves of bliss washed through me making my legs shake and twitch uncontrollably. I rode the waves as long as I could but the sensations overpowered me leaving me helpless. Gary caught me as my legs gave way and both of us landed in a heap in the shower tray, winded, sweating and drenched in each other's piss. 

I think it was me that laughed first although I'm not sure. Both of us exploded, laughing 'till our sides ached and our stomachs hurt. I leaned back against the tiled shower wall trying to take back some control, and that's when it slipped out, those fateful words...

"I love you too."

Gary's laughter ceased and his green eyes widened. He stared at me, "say that again." 

I turned a deep shade of crimson. 

"Please, say it again." 

I took a deep breath, steadied myself and fought to fear within me. "I love you." 

Gary's face erupted into the widest smile I'd ever seen. "Fuck Tam, that's what I thought you said." He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. 

The two of us stayed like that, in a tight embrace, surrounded by a pool of piss. It seems strange when I look back on it now but I've never been happier than I was at that moment. I was in love with the sexiest, most adventurous man on the planet and he loved me. What more could I want?



Love at First Piss Ch. 04



"Here, get this down you. Time to get the party started."

A slender hand with bright red polish adorning each perfectly manicured nail thrust a shot glass in my direction. I took it, knocked it back and handed the empty glass back to the owner of the elegant hand.

"Better?" she smiled sweetly.

I nodded my head and caught myself staring at her. Her eyes were captivating; shining hazel irises with large dark pupils framed by the most phenomenally long black lashes. Lola - my fellow barmaid and notorious slut! Petite, blond and beautiful she was adorable, I had to admit. She looked like a Barbie princess only Lola would be a naughty X-rated version. She'd be 'sex kitten' Barbie dressed in pink lacy underwear with eight inch stilettos and a bullwhip clenched in her hand! 

Lola was sexy, everybody thought so. She appealed to men and women alike and she made a habit of unleashing her ferocious sexual appetite on both. Many a couple had entered Jake's bar with the intention of having a night out together only to leave with Lola linked between their arms and the wildest night of their lives ahead of them. Something about her was irresistible. Maybe it was her confidence or perhaps her unashamedly flirtatious manner? Whatever it was she was fascinating and the possibility of sharing physical intimacy with her aroused everyone she met...including me. 

Lola stirred up mixed emotions in my head. The idea that I was to spend the rest of the night indulging in sexual acts with her, Jake and Gary made my cunt burn mercilessly whilst simultaneously scaring the crap out of me. I'd never had a sexual encounter with a woman, it would be my first time, and the idea of experimenting with someone as experienced as Lola was daunting. As time passed, however, I grew increasingly aroused by her attentions. Her eyes hadn't left me all evening, she smiled whenever I looked her way and her elegant hands brushed my skin whenever we passed. God that turned me on!

As if sex with Lola wasn't wicked enough I planned to have an audience watching us, maybe taking part. How depraved! Pee play was on the cards too. Lola loved it, so did I and Jake and Gary were both up for something more adventurous than a conventional fuck. I shuddered, my cunt juices stirring even though the bar wouldn't be closed for hours yet and nothing could happen until it did.

"Do you know what you're letting yourself in for?" Oz whispered in my ear as he noticed the direction of my gaze. "She'll eat you alive!"

"That's the general idea isn't it?" I smiled lustily. 

My eyes followed Lola's movements; the sway of her hips, jiggle of her ass and the tantalising way her breasts bounced as she walked. I stared at her chest hypnotised by her dark nipples which showed through the thin material of her tightly fitting white shirt and the buttons that all looked ready to pop. I watched her blond ponytail swish as she worked and noted the reaction of the punters as she flashed her seductive white smile and batted those long eyelashes. They all loved her. They all lusted after her. Everyone in the bar wanted a piece of Lola and to my amazement I'd found that I was no exception. I never believed I could ever feel that way, not about her. I hadn't even liked Lola. We worked together every day but hardly every spoke. How had all that changed?

My eyes wandered across the room to find Gary, my tall, freckle-faced boyfriend who'd barged his way into my life mere days ago and changed it for ever. Gary's brash manner and open eagerness for sexual experimentation was what had led me to have feelings for Lola and to willingly agree to a night of wicked debauchery with her and Jake. I watched him serving customers behind the bar, smiling at them, flirting. He oozed charm and irresistible sexuality the same way Lola did. 

"Tam? Tam?"

"Hmm?" I turned to find Oz frowning at me. "What?" 

"Are you seriously going to have sex with Jake and Lola?" 

"And Gary."

"Four of you? Are you mad?"

"It'll be fun. I'm looking forward to it," I said trying to look confident. 

I glanced back at Lola. She'd returned to the bar and was chatting to Gary. The two of them were whispering together and laughing. 

Oz pulled a face. "I hope you know what you're doing." 

"Of course."

"I don't think you do," he said shaking his head. "You won't like it when he fucks her in front of you."

"When who does, Jake?" 

"No. Gary. He will you know. He won't be able to keep his hands off her."

I drew in my breath and bit my lip; that would be the downside of the evening. Gary would want Lola as much as I did. He'd harboured a soft spot for her ever since they'd met and I knew he was looking forward to seeing some action with her. I'd have to let him. I couldn't very easily have her myself and not let him have a go, could I? Somehow I'd have overcome the intense jealousy that welled inside me whenever I thought of sharing Gary. Or was it Lola I didn't want to share? Or Jake? I didn't know anymore.

"If he fucks her I'll fuck Jake," I said dismissively to which Oz laughed scornfully. I ignored him. "Will you be there?" I asked knowing full well he would be. Oz wouldn't pass up the chance to see Jake's cock in action.

"You're getting together at Jake's apartment, right?"

"That's the plan," I confirmed.

"I live there. Where else would I be? Just don't ask me to join in, ok? The answer's no!"

"I bet you watch!" I teased, nudging him, "especially when Jake gets naked."

"Fuck off Tam!" Oz grinned.

Oz wasn't upset with me. He found it quite a comfort to finally have someone to confide in over his obsession with Jake. He'd kept it hidden for a long time. Poor Oz was utterly besotted with his flatmate and boss, a fixation which was never going to be reciprocated. Jake was strictly heterosexual and would never deviate from that leaving Oz no other choice than to grab hold of as much sexual satisfaction as he could from standing back and watching Jake fuck someone else. Jake didn't mind him watching. He was something of an exhibitionist and liked an audience of any kind. Technically speaking the evening we had planned wouldn't be a foursome - there'd be five of us. 

I spotted Jake on the far side of the bar heading towards his office. There was something I needed to ask him. "Oz, can you cover for me a moment?" I asked. 

"Course," he nodded.

I glanced towards the bar again smiling at Gary who was busy serving the crowds of customers three rows deep. He charmed them all as he poured their drinks and raked in the never ending flow of euros that allowed myself and my fellow workers to stay in Cyprus. Gary was a good worker; confident, charismatic and efficient. It was little wonder Jake wanted to keep him on. I wondered if Gary had accepted the job offer yet. I hoped so. Failure to take-up Jake's generous offer may indicate that Gary had no plans to stay on in Cyprus and the thought that he may leave was unbearable. 

I knocked on Jake's office door entering without waiting to be asked.

Jake beckoned me over, a beer bottle in his hand. "Tam, I was hoping to talk to you. Are you still ok to start tomorrow? Lola wants to finish a day early."

"Yeah, that's fine. Oz said he'd show me the ropes." I shifted awkwardly. "Has he spoken to you?" I asked, a tight knot of anticipation forming in my stomach. "Gary, has he accepted the job?"

Jake shook his head, his piercing blue eyes searching my face. "His friends were in earlier, the ones I saw him going to the beach with. They were looking for him but I assume he was with you?"

I nodded. Yes, he had been. Gary and I had spent the afternoon at my apartment getting to know each other better...much better. "Did you talk to them?" 

"Yes, they're a nice lot. They're staying in a villa on the edge of town, were staying I should say. Today's their last day. They fly out in the morning."

My throat constricted. Gary's friends were about to leave and he hadn't accepted Jake's job offer. That wasn't good. My heart pounded in my chest and tears stung the corners of my eyes before I could halt them.

Jake glared at me with contempt, "don't be so pathetic Tam, it doesn't suit you. You barely know him."

"Fuck you!" I snapped. 

"He's a liar and he doesn't deserve you. Move on. There's a thousand Gary's in Cyprus Tam, forget him."

My cheeks burned but I stared at Jake defiantly, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing just how much I was hurting. "And you'll be there to help me pick up the pieces I suppose," I retorted scathingly.

"Yes. I always am." Jake took a swig of his beer. "So what are you going to do Tam? How are you going to play this? Are you going to cry and sulk or show Gary what he'll be missing out on by fucking his brains out with me and Lola? I know what the old Tam would do."

So did I. I knew what the hard-faced, heartless slut I used to be would have done in that situation. I took the beer from Jake's hand and took a long slug. As I handed back the bottle I brought my mouth close to his ear, my lips brushing the tiny hairs on his earlobes. 

"I'm still that person Jake," I whispered, "and I want some action tonight, real action. I want to do things I've never done before, try things I've never dreamed of." A wicked smile kissed my lips, "I pissed on Gary's face this afternoon, pushed my pussy into his mouth and let my piss go whilst he sucked my cunt and I loved it. I came so hard. I want more of that and do you know what else I want?"

Jake's eyes glazed over. "No," he uttered.

"I want to watch Lola piss all over you." My breath scorched Jake's neck. "I want to see her drench you. Maybe I'll do it too."

"Oh my God would you?" rasped Jake, his voice choked.

I smiled saucily. "I might."

Jake hands grabbed my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. He kissed me roughly, frantically his desire for me evident. I let him have me for a moment then pushed him away, laughing.

"Later," I purred, "unless I change my mind."

I backed out of the office noting Jake's pained expression and the bulge in his trousers as I sidled away. How satisfying. Nothing gave me more pleasure than teasing Jake.

As I emerged from the office Lola caught my attention. She held up another shot of something and waved it in my direction. I wandered towards her and took the drink. 

"Cheers!" I said downing the shot. Whoa - neat vodka! That was strong.

Lola scrutinised me, her stunning hazel eyes boring into mine. "You look worried Tam, don't be," she cooed. "Gary likes it here. He's not leaving."

How did she know that Gary's possible departure was bothering me? 

I squinted at her. "Have you talked to him? Has he told you he's staying?"

She shook her head then ran a manicured finger gently down my face and over my lips. Her lips moved towards my cheek planting the gentlest of kisses on my skin making it tingle. "He likes it here and he likes you. You allow him to be himself and do what he wants," she whispered, her lips brushing my cheek.

"Oh do I? So I should let him loose on you?" I replied finding it impossible to keep the sharpness out of my voice.

Lola smiled. "Yes, if it's me he wants. I think Gary might surprise you tonight. Then again, I think you might surprise yourself."

"What do you mean?"

Lola's eyes locked with mine and her plump red lips moved towards me, closer, ever closer. I could smell the perfume she'd dabbed on her skin and taste the tequila on her breath. Her lips touched mine pressing down for the softest of kisses. A tiny pulse of electricity rippled through me at her touch prompting my pulse to race. Fuck she was gorgeous! 

Lola smiled impishly and stepped away. "That got his attention," she murmured, "look."

Sure enough we were being watched by quite a number of people but most intently by Gary. He was stood frozen behind the bar, a bottle poised in his hand, a glass in the other and a dopey look on his face. His cock was probably rock hard beneath his trousers and I'd bet any money he untucked his shirt to hide the evidence as soon as he could.

"Ok then, if that's what he wants to see..." I thought.

I took a deliberate step towards Lola, took her face between my hands and kissed her again, harder. I liked the way it felt; the softness of her lips, the warm wetness of her mouth, the heat of her body as it came into contact with mine. Oh God, I could feel her breasts pressing against me, soft, squidgy...

Lola giggled and wriggled away. "That's it Tam, let yourself go, be a horny devil. If you lose your inhibitions so will he and I think he's desperate for that."

I snorted with laughter, "inhibitions? Gary? He hasn't got any!"

Lola ran a red tipped finger across my mouth. "I think you're wrong."

"What makes you say that?" 

"Oh nothing," she shrugged. "Just have fun Tam. That's what life is all about, right?"

I bit my lip and looked over at Gary. He didn't have any inhibitions. My lanky ginger-haired boyfriend had spent most of that afternoon in my shower indulging in some very erotic pee-play. We'd pissed on each other, drunk each other's urine then hauled ass back to my bedroom where we'd fucked each other using every position known to man. How could someone like that have inhibitions? Huh! Lola was talking crap. 

Gary waved at me accidently spilling the beer in his hand all over the customer in front of him! Oops! I giggled as I watched him apologise and charm her into forgiving him. Bless him. He was lovely. 

"Ok," I thought. "I can tolerate watching him fucking Lola, so long as he comes back to me. I might even like it!"

Decision made. The night was going to be wild!

As the last of the inebriated holiday makers exited at the close of what had been one of our busiest nights of the year I took a moment to compose myself. I was about to embark on something new and the knowledge that the time was fast approaching made me quiver with renewed anticipation and apprehension. I'd had a threesome with Jake and Gary, which I'd thought was wild enough, but adding Lola into the equation, a woman, would be a totally beyond anything I'd done before. Her presence would truly test my ability to let myself go.

Could I really do it? Could I be as much of a slut as Lola? I had my doubts.

I grabbed a cloth and spray and began wiping down tables as Jake locked the doors and turned off the thumping techno music. Finally - peace and quiet. Lola and Gary cleaned down the bar whilst Oz helped me with the floor. There was a lot to do, the place was a tip, but Jake kept us all supplied with beers which made the work seem easier. When we were done and the bar had been put straight Jake opened up a bottle of tequila and poured us all a large shot.

"To Lola," he said raising his glass, "and to the poor buggers she's going to screw in Australia!"

Lola slapped Jake on his ass. "Lucky buggers you mean! You're going to miss me Jake Read, admit it." 

"Never," Jake grinned knocking back his shot. He reached for Lola and drew her into a firm embrace planting a long drawn-out kiss on her puckered lips. 

A hand took mine; a large, firm masculine hand. Gary. I kissed his shoulder and nuzzled him. I hoped to God it wasn't my last night with him too. 

Oz downed his shot and poured himself another extra-large one which he also knocked back. His eyes took in the sight of Jake kissing Lola and I watched him narrow his eyes just for a second. I patted Oz's knee sympathetically before grabbing the tequila bottle and topping up everyone's glasses. 

"To Lola," I repeated, raising my glass. "Goodbye and good riddance - I've got your job, and I'll have your men too once you're gone!" I joked.

"Ooh will you?" cooed Lola, "And my women?"

Jake leered at me and Gary gave me a most enquiring look. My cheeks began to burn and I found myself unable to speak. Lola blew a kiss at me, sank her shot and slammed the glass back onto the bar. The rest of us followed suit. The alcohol combined with the adrenaline buzzing round my veins from a hard night's work and the anticipation of events to come made me feel giddy. 

"I think I'm a little tipsy," I murmured softly. 

"And I need a piss," announced Jake putting his glass down and stretching. "Back in a minute...unless?" he looked straight at Lola, a gleam in his eye, and she responded with the most devilish smile.

"Come here," she beckoned seductively, "let me take care of that for you."

I watched in stunned amazement as Lola sank to her knees in front of Jake gazing up at him adoringly whilst he undid his trouser fly, fished out his cock and adopted a wide stance perfect for peeing. 

"Don't spill any, I don't want to have to mop-up piss off my clean floor," warned Jake as Lola took his cock in her delicate manicured hands.

"I never spill a drop, you know that," she cooed.

"Ok Ready?"

"Ready."

"Oh my God you're not going to piss in her..." Gary's voice tailed away the pair of us witnessed the sight of Lola taking Jake's limp cock into her mouth and sealing her lips around it.

Jake held her gaze, his expression a picture of satisfaction; the alpha male demonstrating his dominance over his chosen female. He grunted, strained and let go, releasing a steady stream of hot urine straight into Lola's waiting mouth. Lola began to gulp, swallowing back Jake's piss, her throat opening and closing, thirstily drinking every drop he shot inside her. Her red lips remained sealed around his cock and not so much as a dribble escaped from her mouth.

"Shit!" I gaped, scarcely believing my eyes. A powerful burning sensation flared-up between my legs as my juices stirred. The sight aroused me like nothing else!

"Oh my fucking life that's got me so hard," muttered Gary beside me. 

"Me too," I uttered. 

How did Lola do that? Surely she should gag? I'd be spitting piss all over the place if I tried that! 

Jake groaned contentedly. "Ah, that's better. Fuck Lola, you're good."

Lola released his cock, licked it clean and ran her tongue over her lips before smacking them together. "How did you like my party piece?" she grinned at me and Gary.

We were speechless, both of us rendered mute by her performance and both of us enormously aroused.

"You alright Oz?" Lola asked the Australian who was looking ill.

"Oh God Lola! I think I'm going to be sick!" Oz charged off towards the toilets much to Jake and Lola's amusement.

"Aw Lola, you've revolted him again you dirty slag!" grinned Jake as he helped Lola to her feet and kissed her mouth, tasting his own piss on her lips. "Poor old Oz, he doesn't know what he's missing out on."

I frowned finding Jake's comments insensitive. "Leave him alone. He doesn't like pee-play, ok? He's here because he fancies you. I bet you didn't know that, did you?" I blurted out. I knew I shouldn't have said anything, but Jake had annoyed me. 

An irritatingly smug smirk crept across Jake's face, "course I knew. It's obvious."

"Really? And you don't think it's cruel to lead him on?" I snapped.

Jake snorted dismissively and poured another shot of tequila for himself. "I'm not leading him on. I'm not a tease like you, Tam. Oz knows I'm not into men."

"You encourage him watch, if that's not leading him on then..."

"I'll give him a blow job later to make up for it then we'll all be happy," tittered Lola batting her long lashes at me. "He likes me doing that."

"Does he now?" I glared at Jake. "I suppose you like watching that too? Stand there and ogle them both whilst she's slurping on his cock, do you?"

Jake smirked, "it gets me off."

Gary suddenly doubled over clutching his crotch. "Oh fuck I'm so turned on. All this dirty talk...I'm going to have to jerk-off in a moment, fucking hell!"

Lola giggled. "Tell you what Gary, you can fuck me from behind whilst I blow Oz. In fact...wait there." She tottered off in the direction Oz had left returning with him in tow a moment later. Oz was red in the face and his trousers were undone.




Love at First Piss Ch. 04



"For fuck's sake Lola, can't I have a little privacy?" he grumbled.

"Walked in on him having a piss," Lola grinned wrinkling up her nose. "Ooh, he can spray like a fire-hose! It's got me so hot!" she simpered. "I really want to clean his cock then blow him. Umm, would you like to fuck me at the same time Gary?"

That was it, the moment I'd dreaded. It was on the tip of my tongue to object, to tell Gary to stay the hell away from that sex-mad blond whore but I held my feelings back. I kept quiet. Gary needed the freedom to do what he wanted that night and so did I. He wanted to sample multiple partners as much as I did, I longed for it. So if Lola wanted my boyfriend to fuck her whilst she sucked my best friend's cock, so be it! I'd watch, or perhaps entertain myself with Jake for a while. He wouldn't turn me down. I reached across the table and touched Jake's arm. He turned to me, his eyes wide, his pupils dilated. Both of us were hot as hell.

Lola patted a bar stool. "Sit down Oz. I want to suck your fat cock until you shoot me full of your sweet cum."

Oz looked around nervously. "Here...in front of them?" he uttered. His eyes found Jake.

"We all want a show Oz. I'm already hard, look." 

Jake unzipped his trousers and freed his cock. It stood proud, fully erect and glistening with the first traces of pre-cum. Oz eyed it longingly, his hands reaching for his own rapidly hardening erection. He grasped it through the thin material of his boxer shorts and stroked it firmly. 

Lola smiled slyly and began unbuttoning her shirt. She did it slowly, facing Jake; her display was clearly for his benefit. She released one button at a time, the tanned flesh of her ample breasts emerging bit by bit as she peeled away the white cotton fabric. Jake looked ready to explode as Lola unclasped her bra releasing her oversized perfectly rounded breasts and stroking them in front of him. She ran her fingers over them, tweaking her large dark nipples and twisting them to make them harden.

"Fuck you're a shameless slut Lola," groaned Oz. "Forget me, just blow him."

"Relax Oz," she purred, "sit back and close your eyes. Jake's going to have me all night so he can wait. It's your turn now, and Gary's if he wants it?" 

Gary's arms reached around me and his stiff cock strained the fabric of his trousers. 

"Tam," he uttered, his voice quivering with excitement, "can I?"

"I'm not your keeper Gary," I said disengaging myself from his embrace.

"No, but you matter. I can't do this unless you're ok with it. Are you?"

Did I mean that much to him? "Do it Gary, tonight we're all going to go wild." 

My cunt performed a tiny spasm sending slippery juices flooding into my panties. The moisture and warmth felt good and suddenly I had the urge to watch my gorgeous boyfriend penetrate Lola's tight pussy. I wanted to see him stroke his cock inside her, fucking her 'till he came. Dirty thoughts filled my head, nasty depraved thoughts that just popped in there..."Go ahead Gary, fuck Lola. I want you to come inside her and when you have I'm going to lick your cum out of her hot, wet, slit," I breathed. 

Gary's jaw dropped. "Fuck Tam! Are you serious?"

"Does it repulse you?" I asked feeling deliciously sluttish.

"No...no, it's hot, so fucking hot! Have you any idea what a turn on you and Lola together would be?

"Yes," I smirked, "I fantasise about seeing you with another man."

"Do you?" Gary looked shocked. "You wouldn't find that weird or repulsive?"

"No, I don't think I would. I think it would make me come." 

In truth I'd never given the idea that much thought yet as stood there talking about it I found myself aroused beyond belief. 

"Two guys fucking each other's very erotic," purred Lola, "you should try it Gary, shouldn't he Oz?"

Oz clutched his groin in evident distress. "Oh my God, leave me out of this," he uttered. 

Lola giggled girlishly. She pushed Oz's trousers and boxers aside and took out his nicely engorged penis. She stroked it gently for a moment before hitching up her skirt, leaning over Oz's prone body and popping his cockhead into her open mouth. She began to suck on it, licking and slurping exuberantly whilst exposing her shaved pussy with its glittering clit stud to me and Gary.

"No knickers," breathed Gary, his body trembling, "and she's pierced. Fuck that's so hot."

I had to agree. I gazed longingly at Lola as she gobbled Oz's cock, her enjoyment causing beads of moisture to ooze from her delectable slit. She was beautiful, so inviting. I watched her sink the entire length of Oz's swollen shaft into her throat without gagging. How the fuck did she do that?!

"Tam? Can I?" Gary pleaded. "I still get you afterwards, right?"

"You can have me all night...unless you have to be somewhere?"

Gary shook his head, "I told you Tam, I'm not going anywhere." He took hold of the back of my head and kissed me, long and deep, his hot tongue penetrating my mouth, his lips sealing around mine. 

"Well," grinned Lola coming up for air. "Do you want me or should I offer this to Jake?" She stroked her ass and wiggled it at Gary, her gold clit stud sparkling as she moved.

Gary didn't hesitate any longer. He moved up behind Lola undoing his trousers and dropping them down around his ankles. His huge cock sprang forwards fully engorged and glistening with pre-cum. He was close to ejaculating already. He positioned himself behind Lola, his cock pushing up against her wet slit. Pressing hard he slid smoothly inside her. 

I held my breath. My cunt throbbed and my knickers became saturated as I watched my beautiful lanky boyfriend driving his cock into another woman's cunt right before my eyes. Gary's groans of pleasure mingled with Oz's and the sucking sounds Lola made as she slurped on Oz's cock. I found myself mesmerised and hot as hell. My hands pushed my skirt up over my thighs allowing my fingers to probe beneath my sodden knickers and stroke my swollen clit. 

A second pair of hands joined mine, stroking me and easing inside my slick hole. Jake's hands, warm, sensitive, caressing me and stroking me as the two of us watched Lola fucking Gary and Oz. Jake's lips found my neck whilst his hands undressed me, unbuttoning my shirt and sliding my bra straps off my shoulders to release my perfectly tanned pert breasts. My nipples stood erect, sensitive and aroused. 

Jake lips attacked my bare shoulders but instead of kissing me he bit down hard on my flesh making me cry out in pain. He did it again, clamping down on my skin whilst his fingers rammed inside my cunt fucking me hard, sending jolts of both pain and pleasure ricocheting through me. Once the initial shock subsided I gave into the exquisite mix of sensations, my cries of ecstasy joined the grunts of my fellow co-workers as all five of us pleasured each other, bringing each other to orgasmic bliss.

Jake spun me around roughly and bent me over the bar, his hands ripping my panties away. He fumbled with his trousers whilst I spread my legs and braced myself. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me whilst Gary fucked Lola. I wanted us all to share the pleasure. I felt his penis push against my cunt squeezing past my labia and penetrating me deeply. I gasped for breath as he began to pump me, his solid cock filling me completely, stroking me in exactly the right place. My blood coursed fast through my veins as I was reminded of how good Jake felt, how satisfying his cock was.

Suddenly he withdrew. He moved his stiff cock upwards, pressing against my anal sphincter instead. He grasped my buttocks firmly as he pushed against me forcing my tight opening to give.

I flinched. "Oh God Jake, I'm not sure I can do that," I gasped. 

I hadn't had anal sex for quite a while and the last time I'd tried it I'd found it uncomfortably painful.

"I won't hurt you," he promised, "trust me, relax."

Jake spat on my sphincter and rubbed the saliva around my hole. He massaged me, easing his fingers inside my back passage and running them around my rim. He licked his fingers and stroked some more. The movement felt good, I liked it. It felt so wrong yet so intensely pleasurable... the first spasms of an orgasm rippling through me. God I wanted Jake's fat cock in my ass, I wanted him to fuck me. I fought to stay in control as the naughty thoughts filling my mind sped up my rapidly building climax...not yet.  

My sphincter opened and Jake's substantial cock slid inside me in one smooth stroke. I tried to stay calm and breathe deeply as the burning pain stung me. It was pleasure and discomfort all rolled into one but the overall sensation was magnificent. I felt so full, and the friction was incredible. Jake grunted, grabbed my ass and thrust again, harder.

"Fuck you're tight," he moaned, "so fucking tight."

I managed to turn my head to look at Gary and saw him watching me. His eyes were wide but a smile covered his face. 

"Oh God I'm going to come," groaned Oz throwing his head back and shuddering.

Lola suddenly raised her head and cried out, "switch round, everyone change. Time for new partners."

"No way, I am not fucking stopping for anything!" grunted Jake. "I am fucking this ass until I come!" He held me tighter and thrust again, his cock filling my anus, stroking me with such blissful force. 

Gary withdrew from Lola's dripping cunt. He stood back for a moment breathing hard and watching Jake pummel my ass. The look in his eyes was pure longing. "Oh fuck I want that," he groaned stroking his rigid cock.

"A piece of ass?" Lola wriggled out of her skirt and heels and stood naked before him, her ass in his direction. "You have a choice Gary," she smirked devilishly, "you can fuck my ass or Oz's. Which do you want Gary? He'll let you have him if that's your choice." 

Gary threw Oz a look of terror, "I...I don't..."

"Tam won't mind, she wants to see you with another man remember. It'll turn her on so much to watch you fuck a man up the ass," Lola goaded. 

I wasn't so sure about that. "Gary," I uttered but my voice was a mere squeak. Jake's thrusts were driving me to the brink, I was close to coming and powerless to do anything but give in to the pleasure he was giving me. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the slender, tanned figure of Oz move from his seat and take Gary's freckled face in his hands. He leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth. It was such a tender kiss, so gentle and my gorgeous boyfriend kissed him back. Their tongues met as their mouths opened and the two of them became intertwined, kissing with increasing passion, their hands exploring each other's bodies. 

Jake continued to drive his cock into me, pounding me vigorously whilst at the same time Gary broke free of Oz's embrace, turned him around and pinning him against the bar next to me. I held my breath as I watched him spit saliva on to Oz's ass and rub the glistening secretions into his hole. Breathing fast he lined-up his throbbing penis against Oz's anal opening, braced himself and pushed.

I gasped for air, confusion fogging my brain as I watched Gary penetrate Oz, thrusting his whole length inside him and fucking him as roughly as Jake was fucking me. Oz looked up, his eyes met mine and I couldn't say which one of us was more surprised. 

I couldn't dwell on that moment, there was no time. Soft hands found my breasts as Lola joined in. She massaged me, pulling on my nipples and teasing me with her delicate fingers whilst her mouth caressed Jake, and Oz, and Gary, kissing their sweating bodies as all three of them indulged in the most satisfying sex of their lives. 

When Lola's fingers slid between my legs and began to rub my clit it all became too much for me...my vision blurred, my head spun, my orgasm hit hard. My legs shook and my body quivered with force of my climax. Wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure surged through me almost bringing me to my knees. As I achieved climax so did Jake. He let out a deep guttural groan and dug his fingernails into my flesh as he ejaculated inside my ass. I felt the warmth of his eruption inside me and the pressure of Jake's rigid body as it slammed against mine. He released a second load, crying out with satisfaction as he came. 

My sweating body shook all over and in my delirium I managed to catch sight of Gary in time to see him tense up and ejaculate inside Oz's. His eyes found mine as his cum spurted from him and his look was one of panic as much as pleasure. He grunted again, depositing more of his load before withdrawing hastily and stepping away from Oz. Gary shook the same way I did and the guilt of what he'd done showed on his face. 

I couldn't have that. I couldn't let him feel guilty for wanting to experience pleasure. He'd nothing to be ashamed of. Oz was groaning, his own rock-hard erection paining him. His hands were stroking his cock frantically, desperate to achieve climax and release.

"Finish him off Gary," I found myself saying.

Gary shook his head. "I can't."

"Do it Gary," I uttered as Jake withdrew from me and took me into his arms. "It's ok."

Gary looked uncertain, frightened. "I've never..."

"I know but if you want to...do it."

Gary's sweat drenched face looked so childlike, so unsure but his green eyes twinkled as I nodded my approval. He reached out to take Oz's hand and I watched him draw the shell-shocked Australian towards him, kneel at his feet and take his throbbing cockhead into his mouth, sucking him to climax. He slurped and sucked, relishing the feel of Oz's hot cock in his mouth and the silky texture and saltiness of the cum he was milking from it. He swallowed back every drop Oz gave him, gobbling it down greedily.  

"Fucking hell," muttered Jake in awe. "I never thought he'd do that!" 

"Me neither," I confessed quietly. 

Jake's mouth found mine, kissing me, nibbling my lips. "I love you Tam," he uttered in a low voice only I could hear. 

I kissed him back but I couldn't tell him that I loved him. My heart had been stolen by the gorgeous red-head who was currently on his knees sucking at Oz's cock and eating him cum. No-one had ever turned me on so much, no-one had ever been so openly adventurous and uninhibited around me. I loved him for that. I loved that he felt comfortable enough to do that in front of me. Lola had known Gary was curious and I think I'd known too. Gary been aroused by Jake in the cove, I'd seen it. Well, that was fine. He wasn't the only one who was curious and desperate to experiment with something new, I was too.

I kissed Jake on the nose and slipped from his grasp. "Lola's missed out on all the fun," I declared reaching backwards to take hold of Lola's hand. 

Jake raised an eyebrow and reached for the tequila bottle. He took a swig straight from it and collapsed into a chair, a look of excited anticipation on his face. He was expecting a show and I was perfectly happy to give it to him.

Lola stood before me, her blond hair flowing loosely down her back, her face moist with sweat. The sexiest of smiles adorned her impish face. God I wanted her! I reached my arms around her soft curvy body, running my fingertips down her spine and over her curvaceous hips. She felt so soft, warm and so damned inviting. 

Jake, Gary and Oz collapsed into chairs and passed the tequila bottle between them whilst the three of them watched Lola and me. Good, an audience. Well, if Gary could have sex with another man, I could have some fun with Lola. There was nothing to stop me and she drove me wild! Perhaps the loathing and jealousy I'd felt for her for so many months had been tinged with lust and just a little jealousy that her affections had never been aimed at me? Well, I had Lola's attention now and I loved it!

"Ok slut, show me how you do women," I challenged her putting myself at her mercy.

Lola ran her eyes over my naked body, tracing my soft contours, admiring my round breasts and smoothly shaven pussy. "Follow my lead," she breathed. 

Our lips met as they had earlier in the bar and I felt the same sparks igniting. Lola tasted sweet, like strawberries which surprised me after what I'd seen her eat that night! I pushed my tongue into her mouth, loving it when her tongue jostled with mine. We battled each other, each of us giggling as our tongues became tangled.

Passion quickly pushed me beyond kissing...it was no longer enough. My fingers slid down Lola's slick body, down between her legs. I found her wet slit and pushed my fingers inside. She was hot and slippery. She felt like velvet, the sort that begs to be stroked. I began rubbing my fingers in circles over the stud piercing her swollen clitoris, gasping hard as I felt her do the same to me. We stood together, our breasts mashing against each other, the sweat from her brow tricking down over my body and mine over hers. We kissed passionately, rubbing each other's clits and finger fucking each other.

Waves of ecstasy built within me. I fought to keep them back but they grew too powerful. I gazed at Lola, gorgeous sexy little Lola. Her breathing was fast and a red flush covered her skin as her blood pounded around her veins. Her body began to shudder, jolting as I rubbed her clit harder and kissed her deeper. She was approaching her limit... and so was I.

I'd never brought a woman to climax before that day nor had a woman done it to me. The sensation was as disturbingly alien as it was powerfully erotic and the intensity of that sensory moment was enhanced by the watching eyes and heavy breathing of our audience. My eyes met Gary's as my body was thrown into the uncontrolled spasms of my climax and remained locked onto him as the waves gradually passed leaving behind the warmth of complete satisfaction. 

It wasn't Lola's arms I fell into when I was spent nor did she make any attempt to hold on to me. Lola made straight for Jake, enveloping him in her arms whilst I threw myself upon Gary. The two of us became wrapped up in a tight embrace. I kissed Gary and held him close, our intimacy evoking far greater emotions than any of the sex I'd participated in. 

Oz staggered to his feet and pulled on his clothing. "I need a walk to clear my head," he muttered. He touched Gary gently on the arm as he passed by and stopped to kiss Jake on the top of his head. Then he left, leaving the four of us entwined around each other. 

None of us did anything for what seemed like an eternity. Jake was wrapped up with Lola and me with Gary. I kissed him, I stroked him, held him. I still feared that he would leave me and needed to hold on to him for as long as I could. Jake felt the same way about Lola, I knew he did. He'd miss her, despite his protestations to the contrary. 

Eventually Gary broke free. He still looked uncertain and when he spoke his voice wavered. "Did I shock you Tam? Did I go too far?"

I kissed his neck tenderly, "no, I love you and I already knew you were curious." 

Gary looked bewildered. "I didn't. Shit Tam, it just sort of happened. I still love you, believe me that's not changed."

"Even after I fucked Lola?" I smiled. 

Especially after that," he grinned, his broad smile lighting up his face.

I drew a deep breath and hugged him tight. A dull ache in my lower abdomen pained me. "I need to pee," I sighed, "too much tequila."

Gary's eyes lit up. "Do it on my face, please. Say you will."

"No! We'll make too much mess."

"I don't care, I'll mop it up. Just piss on me, come on Tam, you know I love it."

I glanced across at Jake and Lola to find the pair of them watching me with interest.

"I need to piss too," Lola giggled, "give me a second." She leapt to her feet and ran off to the bar giggling as she went. Her long hair swished down her back and her rounded buttocks jiggled as she ran. She fetched the basket of used bar towels from behind the bar then disappeared again returning with and a mop and bucket. 




Love at First Piss Ch. 04



"Shall we?" she twittered excitedly.

Jake rolled his eyes but put up no objection so grinning widely I helped Lola spread the towels out on the floor. I felt so naughty, so wicked. I was about to piss on Gary in the middle of Jake's bar...with Lola! Oh my God!

"Go wild!" Lola winked.

I burst out laughing. "You are such a bad influence, you filthy slut!"

"I know," Lola grinned. "I can't help myself. I do stuff like this all the time."

"Well I don't!" I burst out. "I don't do things like this at all!"

"You do now." She kissed my lips again, softly. "Someone's got to keep Jake happy when I'm gone," she breathed.

"That won't be me!" I protested, keeping my voice low.

Lola raised one eyebrow and kissed my nose, "yes it will."

"I love Gary not Jake," I hissed under my breath.

"Love? What the fuck's any of this got to do with love?" she laughed. "Come on Tam, let's shower your sexy bi-sexual butt-fucking boyfriend shall we?"

"Fuck yes, I'm busting!" I giggled as my bladder pained me. "Gary, do you want this?"

"Oh, do I ever!" he boomed out enthusiastically. 

He hastily positioned himself on the floor on top of the heap of towels his face upturned, mouth open. Lola and I stood over him, positioning ourselves. Lola's arms slid around my body and her lips found mine. We kissed each other as we readied our muscles and pushed... Lola spurted first, a hot gush of golden fluid jetting out from her pee hole hitting Gary full in the face. His body quivered and he groaned out his pleasure as her piss filled his mouth and spewed out over his face. He gulped back as much as he could, lapping at Lola's pussy as her fluids rained down over him. 

"Fucking hell!" gasped Jake from his vantage point. "Christ, I'm getting another boner."

My piss stream hit harder that Lola's. A cry of relief escaped from me as my own fluids shot from me soaking my ecstatic boyfriend and covering his naked body head to toe in hot steaming piss. Gary shuddered as his mouth filled-up time and time again and the towels beneath him became saturated with pungent piss. 

Lola's eyes met mine as she pushed out the final remnants of her pee and I watched her pupils dilate as Gary's soft tongue reached between her legs to lick her clean. She sighed contentedly before kindly stepping aside to allow him to clean me. I felt the warmth of his tongue probing me, caressing me, licking up every drop of piss which clung to my skin. God I loved him, I'd never loved anyone like that before.

Jake stood up and stretched. He pulled Lola towards him and held her tightly muttering something which made her smile. "Time to wrap this up Tam," he said looking at me. "I want some time alone with Lola. I need a good old fashioned fuck, just me and her."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that," cooed Lola batting her amazingly long eyelashes at him.

"Go home Tam. Put Gary in the shower, he stinks!"

"Oi!" retorted Gary jovially, "you don't smell too pleasant either! Sweaty bastard! Must be your age!"

"Fuck off!" warned Jake playfully. 

I surveyed the damage in the bar. The wooden floorboards were soaked with piss where the towels had failed to soak up the torrent Lola and I had released and the place stank. Clothes were strewn everywhere and the table we'd occupied was covered with empty glasses, bottles and spilt alcohol from our partying.

"Leave it," said Jake. "Lola and I will clean up once we're done. It's not the first time we've made a mess like this is it Lolls?" he grinned.

Lola giggled.

"Besides, I'm going to add to it before I clean it up." 

"Ooh is that a promise?" tittered Lola most coquettishly.

Jake grabbed her and kissed her neck leaving a visible mark. Lola pushed him off but she was purring. Gary shook himself dry and began dressing. He ruffled his hair and wiped his face on bar towel that had managed to escape the piss flood. 

"So Gary," said Jake sitting down again and stroking his cock absent-mindedly, "do you want the job here or are you off home tomorrow?"

Gary's eyes wandered over Jake's body eying-up his tanned skin, muscular frame and the huge erection he was stroking in his firm grip. He smiled at the older man. "No and no, "he replied. "No I don't want your job and no I'm not going home."

"Oh?" said Jake looking surprised.

"It's nothing personal Jake. I appreciate your offer but I don't want to work for you. I don't want to work for anyone. I've been offered a bar management job across town. It's only a hotel pool bar but it comes with a small apartment and I can run it how I like. I won't answer to anyone and I like the idea of that."

Jake pursed his lips. "I know that job, it's for two people. That bar was run by a couple."

"So it was," grinned Gary his eyes glinting. He reached out and took my hand.

I gazed up into Gary's eyes as I caught his meaning. Oh crap! 

Jake's eyes narrowed. "She'll have to work her notice, a month."

Gary shrugged. "Fine. What do you say Tam? Do you want to work with me?"

I stared at him, unable to answer. 

Lola kissed Jake's neck as his face turned red. "Let it go," I heard her whisper, "she won't leave you I promise and I'm always right."

Jake nodded. He walked across to me, standing so close his body touched mine and his erect penis pressed against my abdomen making me yearn for more sex with him. "I meant what I said to you Tam. I'm patient, I'll wait. One day I'm going to get you into that shower of mine, alone, and once I do you'll never want anyone else."

I gave him a wickedly sexy smile, ran my hands down his toned body and along his huge engorged cock, "in your dreams Jake. See you tomorrow, early yeah?"

A wide smile blossomed on Jake's handsome face. "Very early. Get some sleep."

"Might!" I grinned. I kissed Jake's forehead, gathered up my clothes and turned my attentions to Lola. 

"Dirty slut," I teased blowing a kiss at her.

"Filthy whore!" she replied with a wink. "I still have two days left...same time tomorrow?"

I glanced at Jake. 

"Oh, you want him involved?" she pouted. "Not sure he'll be much use after I've finished with him tonight!"

"Don't break him Lola he's not as tough as he makes out."

"I'll try but sometimes I get so carried away," she mewed kittenishly.

I wagged a finger at her before taking Gary's hand in mine and closing my fingers around his. Together we left the bar and ventured outside into the warm night air.

"So how about it?" asked Gary, gazing deep into my eyes. "Will you live with me, run the bar with me?"

I took a deep breath. "Live with you, yes. I'm not sure about working with you. Jake's only just given me the extra hours."

"Fair enough, it's your call." He exhaled deeply. "Wow Tam, that was different!"

"In a good way?"

"Oh yeah!" he nodded enthusiastically, "very good."

I bit my lip. "So, do I have to share you with Oz now?"

"Fuck I don't know! Tam, this is all new to me and I think Oz was a bit shocked too. I'm not sure he'll talk to me again let alone screw me."

I didn't reply to that. There was no point. I knew that my relationship with Gary had changed, it would never be one-to-one again - not that it ever had been, not really. Gary would want sex with Oz, or another man and I wanted more of Jake. Lola, however, had been wrong; what Gary and I had was far more than mere animalistic lust. I loved Gary, I loved him with all my heart and I was confident we could make our relationship work even with the addition of other partners. The whole set-up was all as new to me, as it was to Gary, but I was excited by our unconventional relationship and determined to make it work. Time would tell if that was possible. 

"Need a piss," muttered Gary. 

He stopped in the middle of the street, undid his trousers and proceeded to urinate on the pavement in front of him sighing contentedly as he sprayed the tarmac. 

I smiled. I did love him, I loved him to bits. Fuck it! I was young, healthy and living life to the full. I'd enjoy it whilst it lasted and see how things it played out with Gary and Jake. There was no point second guessing an outcome and hell, if my life turned sour I could always go to Australia and track down Lola...hmm, maybe I'd do that anyway!