Part 9: To Boldly Go...
Taboos are tackled...
I know a few of you are going to REALLY like this one, and I know a few of you are going to want to let me know that this isn’t your thing. It’s okay, kinks and fetishes are great that way. You find the ones you like, and when I explore one that isn’t your thing, don’t you worry, love; I’ll be back to the gang bangs, and hotwifing, or whatever it is that floats your boat soon enough. Enjoy. XOXO, Beatrice.
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We must’ve looked like the most traditional of couples, wholesome even, as my bestie Cheryl liked to describe us. My boyfriend Blair and I, sitting and sipping coffee next to the park, post workout, as men played Bocci Ball nearby. Such a couple of young thirty somethings could be discussing taking a trip to a bed and breakfast up state, redecorating our flat, or even making wedding plans. We weren’t.
“You want me to piss on you? Really?” I was asking my lovely boyfriend, before taking a sip of my coffee.
“Okay, I’m as surprised to hear me say that as you, but just saying it, and hearing you say it back, has me hard as can be.” I slid my hands up his thigh to witness this hardness for myself. “We saw Cheryl pissing on that guy’s cock at Ed’s art show and, it just turns me on so damn much. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Wow. And do you want to piss on me too?” I asked.
“No. I mean, unless you wanted it, but no, I haven’t fantasized about that at all. I’m imagining stroking myself, and you squatting over me, and pissing on me.”
“On your cock?” I asked. Blair hesitated, so I pressed on. “Not on your cock?”
“Eventually on my cock. But first on my chest, and on my stomach, and then, when I’m ready to cum, on my cock.” I could hear his voice go deeper, as it does when he’s incredibly turned on and I again ran my hand over the rock hard cock straining against his slacks.
“And when would you be ready for this little experiment?” I asked, leaving my hand on his erection.
“Right now would be nice.” he said, with a grin.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” He’d been joking, mostly, when he suggested we do this right away.
“Sure, why not. We have the afternoon free. And I love how turned on you are just talking about this. Let’s head home, I’ll finish off my water bottle on the way, I’ll ride your face until I’ve cum good and hard, and then, my dear boy, I will put you in the bathtub and I will piss on you.” I drank the last of my coffee, and I laughed as Blair looked around self consciously before he adjusted his cock so he could get up and we could start our trek home.
I was tempted to make us take the subway, to prolong the tease for my very turned on man, but I also didn’t want to wait too long since I was drinking water and planning on holding it in. Blair had a grin on his face the whole way home. I had my hand on his erection, with the fabric of his pants, and his boxers between us. I gave a hard squeeze, almost a pinch, to the head, and I saw him squint in ecstasy.
We held hands, with me walking a step ahead, almost leading him from the cab, through the lobby of our building and into the elevator. I pressed him against the wall as the lift doors closed, and pressed my tongue into his mouth, grabbing a handful of his hair. We hadn’t discussed it, but as I readied myself to fulfill his wish, I felt like it included me taking charge, being domineering, and the way his body, and his breathing, and his cock was responding to me, it definitely felt like I was on the right path.
I was tempted to put him on his knees, and press my pussy into his face there in the elevator, it wouldn’t be the first time we’d given the security cameras a show, but I waited until we were in our apartment. “Clothes off, and you on your back, here.” I demanded, pointing at a spot on the thick rug in front of the TV.
Blair did as he was told, and I disappeared into the bedroom to quickly shed my own clothes and put on a black satin slip that didn’t quite succeed in covering my ass. I was glad I’d recently gotten my toe nails painted. I let my hair down, and ran a comb through it before applying lipstick and eyeliner. It didn’t take me long to do this little transformation, but knowing that he was waiting with a hard cock full of anticipation for what I was about to do to him was incredibly hot. I made a last minute decision to step into a pair of black high heels with thick ankle straps.
I walked back to my lover to find his lovely, gym sculpted body naked on the rug, laying between the couch and the coffee table, his cock standing beautifully at attention. I took a pillow from the couch and put it under his head, and then I squatted over his chest, and spread my pussy open, assuming the position he’d requested, but only in a tease for now. I stood and let him look up at me.
“Goddamn!” he said, which was just the kind of response I was looking for. I was very turned on knowing how much I was turning him on. I stepped forward so that I had a high heeled foot on each side of his head, with him looking up the length of my legs, directly at my pussy. I raised the slip with my left hand to let the light on in.
With him starting up at me, and spread myself open again, and ran my middle finger over my pussy. I looked back to see him pushing his hips, and his gloriously hard cock upward. His need was incredible. I got on my knees, my pussy hovering over his face, and I continued to finger myself. He moaned. I looked back and saw that he was pumping his hips, his cock in the air, desperate to be touched and I grew warmer, and wetter. I continued fingering myself above my desperate man.
“Do you want my pussy?” I asked.
“Yes. Yes please.” he begged.
“On your face?” I asked, putting my left hand in his hair, and giving a light pull.
“Yes. Please, let me lick your pussy.”
“You want me to fuck your face.” I asked in my best in-control voice.
“Please, fuck my face. Please.” and he made licking motions with his tongue, licking the air where my pussy should be. I lowered myself onto his mouth. I put both hands in his hair now, and I pumped my own hips as I’d just seen his hips pumping, fucking his face. He was amazing with his tongue. He licked my swollen pussy, pushed his tongue into me, and then licked up to my clit. He knew when to slow, when to hold still and just push, and when to push harder, and move just that fraction of an inch that would tease up to the edge of too much without going over.
I was on the verge of cumming and I needed his cock. “You’re going to fuck me now. Don’t you dare cum!” I said, as I lifted my pussy from his face, one hand still gripping his hair. As gracefully as I could managed, I moved down the length of him. He was clenching his jaw with need, and as my pussy found the tip of his cock, he pushed into me. I lifted myself, only giving him the shallowest fuck. I fingered my clit, while allowing him to push just the head of his cock into me. I lifted off of him, and then reached down, and held his erect dick so that I could slide it between my lips, and push the length of it against my pussy. I slid forward and back against his cock. Both of us were moaning with pleasure and need until I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed him with my hand again, positioning him against the opening of my pussy, and sliding him all the way in.
He moaned loudly and I said “No! Don’t cum.” but I couldn’t stop riding his shaft, even at the risk of him shooting off early. I bore down, and ground my clit against him as I came long and hard. I altered, between “Oh fuck, fuck yes, fuck me.” and “No, don’t you cum. Don’t… cum… no….”
After a moment to catch my breath and recover from satisfying my own lustful demands, I turned back into a task master as I stood over him once again. “Get up.” Blair stood, and I grabbed his cock and lead him to the bathroom. I gave his cock a gentle stroke. He moaned approvingly. I squeezed, and he moaned louder. I squeezed harder, as hard as I’d ever squeezed him and he said, “Oh god, yes. Yes please.”
“Would you like me to slap your cock?” I asked, not knowing the answer.
“Yes. Yes, please. Please slap my cock.” he seemed almost drunk on desperate need. He pushed his hips forward offering me his fully erect dick. And I put my hand flat against it, then pulled back and I slapped his cock hard. “Oh! Oh! FUCK!” I was worried I’d hurt him but then he added “YES!”
“You like that? You like me slapping your dick?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like it. I like when you slap my cock.” SMACK! I slapped again. He was shaking with need now. He kept his cock pushed outward. I gave a few gentle pets on his shaft, and I cupped his balls and squeezed lightly.
“Are you ready for me to piss on you?” I asked.
“I’m ready.”
“Oh, you know that’s not going to be good enough. What are you ready for dear?”
“Oh, I’m ready for you to piss on me, please. Please piss on me.”
I stepped back, and he watched me with something akin to reverence as I lifted my slip over my head, and then one at a time, methodically, and with a strong dose of showmanship, undid the straps of my shoes and stepped out of them. His gaze at this moment made me feel like the sexiest thing in all of creation.
The large bathtub was one of our favorite features when we found this apartment. I was thankful for it now, as my man followed my command to get in it and lay on his back, his cock sticking straight up. This wasn’t my fetish, honestly it was one I’d given very little thought to, but it was turning me on immensely to see how hot it was making him and I now I couldn’t wait to piss on him.
I squatted over his chest and our eyes met. He looked so thankful, hungry, excited, and mystified all at once, and he looked like he loved this, and loved me for doing this. I’d never seen him this aroused. It felt almost religious. I touched his face gently with my right hand, as I steadied myself on the edge of the tub with my left.
It wasn’t easy to piss. A lifetime of training my bladder not to piss except in private worked against me. I managed a small trickle on his chest and he moaned in approval. Then a nice long, slight but steady stream. Seeing my piss hit his chest, and seeing him push his chest forward and moan, almost orgasming at the sensation was incredibly erotic. I stopped the stream. I wanted his cock in me again, but I was all about his wants right now. I looked and saw him pumping his hips slowly, slightly.
“You may stroke your cock.” I said, taking the small bottle of lotion that lives in our bathroom on the edge of the tub, behind the shower curtain and squeezing a few drops onto his red, erect penis now positively throbbing with want. I started to piss on his chest again, and I carefully moved the stream up onto his throat, and then down onto his stomach.
“Are you ready to cum?” I asked.
“Yes, yes, please. Please piss on my cock.” I moved down further and really opened up. I was pissing up and down his cock, from his balls to the head, and he was stroking furiously. He started to cum so hard it hit the wall of the tub above his head, then he came on his own face, and then his chest. I was very pleased that I was able to keep pissing the entire time he was cumming. We stayed there for a moment, frozen in the early afternoon sun, me squatting over my piss and cum covered boyfriend. Then, slowly, we stood, pulled the shower curtain closed, and after adjusting the warmth of the water coming out of the spigot, pulled the lever that sent the water up to the shower head. We washed each others bodies and turned back into our usual selves. I was no longer the bossy, demanding, pissing mistress, and he was no longer my desperate, begging, and oh so willing plaything and target.
I put on a robe. He wrapped a towel around his waist. We sat on the couch holding hands. Neither of us spoke for some time. Finally he broke the silence. “Thank you.”
“Yeah? You seemed to really like that.”
“I don’t know why, or where that comes from, and really I don’t care. That is the hardest I can ever remember getting off.”
“Good. I love making you cum that hard.”
“Was that… were you, you know, okay with that?” he asked, a little bit insecurely.
“Yes.” I said, with a smile. “You’re very welcome. I’m glad you asked for it.”
“Well, now you owe me?” he replied, the insecurity now gone.
“I owe YOU?” I asked with a laugh.
“Yes. You owe me. You have to tell me the thing you want me to do that is hard for you to ask for.”
“Oh. I do, do I?”
“Yes.” he answered matter of factly. I was definitely done being his dominating boss.
“Okay. I’ve got one.” I said, with a smile and a twinge excitement in my stomach.
“Do tell.”
“Well, I want you and Ed to fuck me.”
“We’ve already done that.” he interrupted.
“Sssshhhhhh. I’m talking. I want you and Ed to fuck me, and I want you both in me at the same time. I want you to fuck my ass while I’m riding Ed’s cock.”
“Oh!” his eyebrows were raised. We’d played with anal early in our relationship, and it had been… okay. Something to cross of the ‘to do’ list. It had not become a regular part of our routine and after doing it a few times we’d abandoned it. It had been years.
“And I want a butt plug, and for you to fuck me in the ass at least a couple times prior to having Ed over so that we know we’re ready and can do it… well. I want to be good at it.” I laughed at struggling to get the words out as I suggested we go into training for a gold medal in ass fucking.
“Oh my God! Yes! Er, I mean, Okay, for you, because I love you, I will agree to your filthy unnatural desires and fuck you in your ass.”
“You’re so giving.”
“Yes. I really am.” He said, and he kissed me and the closeness between us as we held our lips together was beautiful, sweet, and warm, and then we both sat, holding hands, with nowhere to go and nothing to do.
Delightful, baby.