Piss Drunk

tags: MMM+/f, no sex, humil, piss

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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“You are such a wuss, Meg�” Juliette said in front of me, sounding annoyed.

“No, I am not!” I answered back weakly. “I just down want piss splattering on me�”

We had spent the night dancing and drinking beer until we were ready to burst, only to find out that the line to the only lady's bathroom was as long as the bar. Desperate to pee, I let Juliette take me outside and into the alley that was behind the bar, where she said we could do it more quickly.

She managed to do it just fine, but I was having some problems.

Around us, the dumpsters were overflowing with discarded bottles and broken trash bags. A few were just laying on the floor, were some dog had ripped them open, throwing rotting food all over the place.

The stench was overpowering, both sweet and acrid at the same time, and the floor was full of puddles from the last rain. At the end of the alley I could hear the early morning traffic, and from time to time someone talking as they walked past.

Squatting between two dumpsters with my panties around my ankles, I held on to the wall behind me as I tried to keep my balance. Falling meant landing on a puddle of Juliette’s piss and going back home with a wet dress, which sounded less than appealing to me.

“God� get on with it!” she moaned in front of me.

I felt my face turning red as she checked her watch one more time, which only made me more nervous.

“What if someone comes by?” I asked weakly, trying desperately to pee.

“No one will, okay? Everybody is inside� having fun...” she said, her voice full of scorn. “Fuck it, I will wait for you inside!”

She turned around without another word, leaving me alone as I heard her high heels clicking on the pavement.

“Wow! You are such a great friend, Juliette�” I screamed weakly as she walked away.

A moment later, I felt a flash of pain from my overfilled bladder, but I stood still, closing my eyes and breathing slowly as I tried to relax as much as possible. Finally, when the pressure inside me was becoming an agony, I heard the first few drops splattering below me and I breathed in relief.

It was painfully slow at first, but it a start and I was able to relax a little.

Suddenly I started laughing at the absurdity of the situation, thinking about how ridiculous I must have looked, though thankfully there was no one to see me like that. Not a second later I heard footsteps coming towards me and I tensed nervously before I realized that it was probably just Juliette checking on me.

“Hey, I am sorry�” I managed to say before I found out it was not her.

A man was stumbling towards me, his head hanging down as he tried to open up his pants though he seemed to be having some problems with it.

I froze in horror, my mouth open in mid word, as he stopped in front of me. He was obviously drunk, and I could hear him muttering to himself as he finally managed to pull down his zipper.

Unable to move, I watched him in silence as he took out his cock. He looked towards me, squinting his eyes, but he didn't seem to realize I was there. A moment later I heard him grunting as he grabbed his cock. He aimed it towards me as he leaned against the wall with his free hand, and then he closed his eyes.

From up close I could smell his breath on my face. It stank of cheap alcohol and cigarettes, and I moved back instinctively, trying to get away.

“No, please� stop�” I managed to say before he started peeing into my face.

The hot stream of piss struck me right between my eyes, splattering all over my body and making me fall.

I went down, my naked ass landing on a puddle of Juliette’s cold piss as he moved his cock around. The hot liquid burned my eyes, but I couldn't even close them. I just looked at him, stunned at what was happening.

I felt my body crawling with repulsion as the smell finally reached me, making me shudder in disgust. I thought that he would surely realize I was there, but he never did. He was so drunk that his hand was shaking, moving the stream all over my head, until my hair was dripping wet.

With my mouth still open, urine quickly pooled inside it as it slid down my face, but a moment later the stream moved down, passing directly over it. I felt his urine sloshing over my tongue as it filled it up, and then it kept moving down towards my chest. Before I could realize my mistake, I swallowed it down, gagging on the disgusting fluid until I could feel it settling inside my stomach.

“Ahhhhhhh� yeahhh�” I heard him moaning in pleasure as he kept emptying his bladder on me.

I felt humiliated, but though I knew I had to do something to stop him, I just couldn't. Then, despite everything, I felt a warm sensation spreading through my body, which made me fill even worse.

As he kept going, I could feel his piss soaking up my dress and my bra, making the fabric stick to my body. To me it seemed to go on forever, until finally he moaned one more time and the stream tapered out.

“Shit� now I am thirsty...” he said laughing as he flicked his cock in front of my face.

Taking a step back, he pulled it inside his pants, and without another word he left. I saw him stumbling his way towards the street, leaving me alone on the floor.

As I felt his piss sliding down my body, I managed to look down at my ruined dress. Trembling in excitement, I breathed deeply through my nose, filling myself with the smell of piss and rotting trash. The whole thing should have been demeaning and insulting, but far from it, I felt myself getting aroused.

Moving one trembling hand over to my wet pussy, I slid my index finger inside me as my thumb moved in lazy circles over my clit. Moaning in pleasure, I licked the piss from my lips and I pushed a second finger inside me.

Lost in my own world, I almost missed the sound of more footsteps around the dumpster.

Trembling in anticipation, I opened up my legs and I leaned against the wall. A moment later another man appeared in front of me, as drunk as the last.

He stopped between my open legs, swaying unsteadily on his feet as he pulled his cock out of his pants. Smiling, I opened up my mouth and I tilted my head back as I waited for him. Tingling in anticipation I slid a third finger inside my dripping wet pussy.

A moment later I felt the first few drops landing on my face as he started peeing, and I heard myself moaning in pleasure.

 

 

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