Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
I mean, really fucking share.
The thought is overwhelming.
So is the growing pressure in my bladder.
Josh must spot the glint in my eye. He smiles at me.
“Needing the toilet yet?”
He presses on my stomach, and yes. Two pints of water has sealed the deal on that, along with the wine.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Good. It’s going to get a lot worse than this by the time you actually get to go.” Josh looks so excited. “I can’t wait to see you joining in on the golden fun, baby.”
“Neither can I,” Heath says, and both of them kiss me again in unison. Three mouths joined as one as I give both dicks a squeeze.
Every minute becomes a perfect torment – the need to take a piss growing stronger and stronger. It must be the same for them. Their cocks are hard, but there is no doubt their bladders are straining..
“I can’t hold back much longer,” Heath says with a groan.
“Really?” Josh says. “Let’s test that out.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Heath says.
I’m not sure what Josh is suggesting until he gets up on his knees and pats the mattress. “Come on. Let’s give Ells a bit more of a show.”
Heath gives me playful side eye. “Fine.” He gets on all fours and presents his ass to Josh and I really do almost piss myself when I realise I’m going to witness an ass pounding.
I can’t believe this. I’m such a lucky girl.
My hand goes straight to my clit when Josh spreads Heath’s cheeks, spits on his hole, then pushes in with one long, hard shove.
Heath curses, but he’s bucking back against every single slam.
Fucking hell, I’m out of my mind with need as my boyfriend pushes our client to the limit. Every thrust has him groaning.
“I really need to fucking piss,” Heath says. “You’re playing dirty.”
“Don’t want to wet the bed, do you?” Josh says, and slaps Heath’s butt cheek.
“I’m not going to have a choice if you keep on going.”
“That’s the whole fucking point.”
“Seriously,” Heath says, “keep going and it’ll be wasted on the sheets.”
“Good point,” Josh says, slowly drawing his cock back until just the head is trapped inside.
What a fucking sight. I strum my clit some more.
“But one last slammer won’t hurt,” Josh says and slams into Heath like a piledriver before pulling out fast.
Heath yelps and groans. “Bastard,” he says, “payback’s a bitch. Get your sorry ass to the bathroom.”
Shit, just the mention of the bathroom makes the nerves bubble up and the need to pee almost too much to hold back.
The bathroom is huge and marble, as you’d expect. White marble with flashes of grey, stark against a jet-black stone floor. The shower is huge and powerful, easily big enough to fit all three of us inside, but I hold back as the two loverboys step on in first, gasping as Josh takes a fistful of Heath’s hair and forces him straight down onto his knees.
“Watch this, baby,” he says to me, as I stare on with wide eyes. Then Josh turns his attention to Heath, brushing a thumb across his cheek. “Open wide.”
Josh’s cock is solid, so it must be a battle. His piss comes out in spurts. Three jets straight into Heath’s hungry mouth, but Heath doesn’t swallow. He smiles and lets it overflow, spilling my boyfriend’s piss down his chin – dribbling in rivulets down his ripped chest.
The next jet is longer, and Heath moans, taking hold of Josh’s cock and letting it gush all over his face. Their excitement makes it all the more filthy. Heath is working his own hard dick as he gulps down Josh’s piss, and I can’t help myself. Without invitation I step into the shower, loving how streams of yellow soak through my toes.
“Want to share some, already?” Josh asks me, and I nod.
“You know I do.”
“Get on your knees, then. Ask Heath if you can have some.”
I drop down beside Heath, my face close to his as I run my fingers up his piss soaked chest. It’s still warm.
“Please,” I say to our beautiful client. “Can I share my boyfriend’s piss with you?”
Heath swallows a mouthful before he smiles. “Be my guest, sweet curva.”
My nipples prickle at his words. I so want to be his sweet slut. I take hold of my tits and open my mouth for him.
He angles Josh’s cock towards me, and I remember how much I was craving this in Daddy’s bathroom. I’m ready for it.
“Don’t swallow,” Josh says. “Sharing is caring.”
The jet is fierce when it lands on my tongue, and I retch on instinct, but there is nothing to retch about. I grin at how easy it is – because it’s not some filthy infested grot scene I’d imagined. It’s a warm, yellow gush that tastes just fine. Naughty, not nasty. Not nasty at all.