Wet & Messy Sex

Then he whispered in my ear, 'Are you ready to pee your panties for me?'

I nodded. The pressure was beginning to grow and though I wasn't a bursting point just then I knew I'd manage a decent amount. Anish sat back in his chair and made me stand right in front of him so he could watch. I lifted the front of my dress up so he had a good view of my bulging g string and made myself relax to let my piss begin to flow. The wetness spread across them and ran in warm, musky torrents down my stockinged legs too pool around my feet.

He gasped with excitement at the sight and grabbed at his cock as he watched my piss flow. I knew what he'd want next. When the piss stopped coming I slowly pulled my g string down and handed it, sopping wet, to him. He grabbed it hungily and began sucking at the fabric then rubbing it across his chest.

Now it was his turn. He told me to get on my knees and I obeyed, looking right at his cock as he stood up once more and planted himself right in front of my face. There was a pause as he forced himself to relax then suddenly a strong jet of warm piss hit me full in the face. It tasted divine. He's obvioullsy washed away the saltier stuff hours ago so his piss tasted sweet and musky. I gasped in pleasure as he aimed it all over me, over my hair, body, face and cock. I managed to get my mouth right over it before he finished and was able to gulp down a couple of mouthfuls as it twitched and gushed in my mouth.

Between us we'd managed to make quite a big puddle on the tarpaulin so he told me to lie down in it and get fully soaked. I lay down and writhed in the wetness, rolling over and making sure I was entirely covered. The well turned out lady of juust ten minutes ago was now a bedraggled, soaking mess, make up smeared, and hair hanging lank and wet. That's how Anish likes his ladies you see. The messier the better.

And now things were going to get really messy. I'd entertained him before and had brought the toys that I needed for the next part of the game.