One of my semi-regulars has tossed around the subject of water sports on more than one occasion, though he’s never directly asked me if it was something I was interested in or if I did as a part of my professional services repertoire. Pee play is something I’ve only recently become interested in, within the past two years or so. Like most people, I’d long watched porn featuring people peeing on one another and wondered what the hell anyone got out of that. But, then, like many other people, I tried it, found it to be very erotic under the right circumstances, and added it to my sexual repertoire. I also pride myself on paying attention to my clients and keeping mental notes on little hints they drop concerning sexual fantasies they might entertain, albeit subconsciously in many cases. So, combine the two and, well, things like this come up.
One of the neat things about regulars is that you develop a comfort level with them over a period of time. You get to know them and allow yourself to expand the range of services you’re prepared to provide to them. I have yet to encounter a client who’s directly asked me to engage in water sports, but I’ve always wanted to do this with someone – someone other than Nikki at any rate. So Tyler was positioned to be the beneficiary of my willingness to indulge that comfort level a bit.
Tyler is my “dinner date” client – he almost always schedules four hour appointments when he is in town, taking me out to dinner at some of the city’s finest restaurants. We have a nice leisurely meal and then head back to his room for a couple of hours of some intensely aggressive sex; the best of both worlds for me, and I get paid for it. So in my mental planning for the night’s outing, I vowed to see if I could move him in the direction of making some pee play a possibility.
As we drove to the restaurant, I explained to him that I only wanted him to drink water tonight, nothing else. He almost always orders wine for us, so he seemed kind of confused when I made the request. I promised him that I would make it worth his while later that evening. He knew that I had a mischievous streak in me so he took me at my word and spent the evening imbibing the $4 bottled water this place served.
As we finished our meal, he excused himself to go to the bathroom. I asked him to sit back down and hold it. Once again, the look of confusion permeated his facial features. “Just hold it. You can pee when we get back to the room.” He studied my response for a few seconds before his eyes lit up and the little electrical synapses firing throughout his brain seemed to pick up intensity. The drive back to the hotel was hurried, to say the least.
When we got back to the room, I took my time removing my clothes, knowing that he was about to explode. His cock was rock hard anyway – I could see it through his pants. So I knew he wasn’t going to just be able to open the faucet and let it go. He stood at rapt attention watching me, believing he knew what was about to take place, but unsure about how it would unfold. When I was naked, I grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom.
I took a couple of towels and laid them flat on the floor of the shower. The shower in this room was just a stall, albeit a huge one, with heavy clear glass doors to close it off. I love clear doors on showers because you can see what the person bathing is doing – there’s no modesty. If someone is sharing the room with you, they can watch you wash your body from head to toe if they’re nearby. But I digress.
Once I had the towels arranged just like I wanted them, I climbed into the bathtub, sat down, leaned against the wall (Fuck, that marble is COLD!) and spread my legs.
“Piss on me.”
Tyler had been watching me and was anxiously anticipating the end game. He hurriedly undressed, took his cock in his hand and pointed it in my direction. He tried in vain to pee, but his rock hard erection just wouldn’t allow him to let go. So I engaged him in some random conversation for a few minutes until I noticed his cock no longer standing in the upright and locked position. “Try it now.” He once again took his cock in his hand and pointed it at me. I could see the strain in his face and his hips as he tried to push out a stream. After a few seemingly painful seconds, he finally achieved some success.
The burst of warm piss hit me on the chest, in broken but strong spurts. As he directed his cock’s stream over my body, I reached up and rubbed the warm liquid into my boobs. I leaned down and licked it off of my tits as he continued to paint me with his urine. He aimed his now steady piss stream at my cunt, and managed to hit me directly on the clit. That sent a little shock up my spine, and my hand instinctively reached down to begin masturbating myself. I have a bad habit of reaching down to my crotch whenever something stimulates me down there. I need to work on that, I suppose.
He continued to bathe me in urine, consciously avoiding my face, though not at my request. As I sensed his stream reducing, I got up onto my knees and crawled toward him. As I moved my mouth toward his cock, he attempted to stop the stream. “Don’t stop,” I told him.
As I took his cock into my mouth, the stream of piss began to fill it up, overflowing onto my chest. His cock started getting harder again as well, slowly reducing the flow. I closed my lips around him as the stream began to trickle off. I had to work to swallow the slightly acrid liquid, but managed to do so without spilling a drop. I then began mouth fucking his dick. The mental stimulation he’d endured since the end of dinner put him in a place where his orgasm trigger was spring loaded, so it didn’t take long for him to reach the point where he was ready to explode. I could feel it building up inside him. His breathing started to increase and he got these little trembles in his legs that I recognize as one of the signs that he’s almost there. I had a firm grip on his ass with my hands, and I could even feel his glutes tensing up getting ready to help force that cum out with everything they could muster.
Finally, the dam burst and he exploded in my mouth. It’s hard to describe what an explosive jet of semen hitting the back of your mouth feels like. I guess you could take a water pistol and fill it with maple syrup and squirt it into the back of your mouth to see how it feels. I can assure you the taste won’t be very similar, though. 
As I finished cleaning him up, I reached over and turned the water on to allow it to warm up. “Wanna help wash your dirty piss off of me?”
“Of course I do.”
He leaned in and kissed me deeply, reaching up to grab my tits. We kissed for a few seconds as the water began to warm up. I reached down and played with his cock and he began licking his piss off my chest. Once the water got warm enough we stepped in and closed the huge glass door behind us as we moved under the shower head. I soaped up my hands and began washing his cock; it began to harden again as I massaged the soap into it. I got down on my knees and sandwiched his cock between my tits, washing the length of his rod as he thrust it up and down, titty fucking me. When I was finished, I stood up and soaped the rest of him up. “Move over here and spread your butt cheeks.”
I soaped up my tits as he did as he had been told. Once again, I moved up behind him. I pressed one of my boobs into the crack of his ass and began moving it up and down to clean it for him. I took my nipple and concentrated its attention on his little rosebud, lightly fucking his asshole with it. I then soaped up a finger and started massaging his asshole. With each pass, I’d hesitate for a moment and begin trying to push in. His anus involuntarily tightened up as it sensed the intruder, but the slippery soap on my finger finally allowed it to slide right in. He wasn’t fighting it, so I finger-fucked his asshole for well over a minute, slowly pushing it in, then slowly pulling it out and repeating the process over and over again. I was able to get the entire length of my middle finger into his ass, and I could feel the little prostate gland in there.
“You like that in your ass, don’t you?” He moaned at the feeling and started reaching for his cock. “Don’t touch that. It’s mine.” He resumed leaning against the wall. “We’ll play with this again on our next date.”
After a minute or so of concentrated attention, I pulled my finger out and allowed the water to cascade down the crack of his ass, cleaning the soap from it. I moved my down to his ass and began rimming him, using my tongue to ensure his orifice was indeed clean. “Yep, it’s clean.” I slapped him on the ass as I stood back up.
When he turned around I noticed his cock was once again standing straight up, so I rinsed it off and then went back down on him, taking his cock into my mouth. I teased its head with my tongue, taking it deeper and deeper into my throat over the course of a couple of minutes. He had to brace himself by grabbing the soap dish. I had to keep my eyes closed because of the water cascading down from the shower and crashing down on my face whenever I looked up. After about five minutes of attention he once again ejaculated into my throat. And, once again, I washed him off. When I was done I turned so that I was under the water.
“Wash the crack of my ass with your cock.”
“What?”
Apparently he’d never done this before, so I provided some assistance by soaping up his now partially erect rod, turning around and positioning it between my butt cheeks. “Just slide it up and down.” He grabbed my hips and began thrusting his soapy, slippery cock up and down the length of my crack. He paused and teased my asshole with the head of it.
“I want to fuck you in the ass.”
“Hang on.” I stepped out of the shower and went out into the room, dripping wet, to find my bag. I got out a condom and my bottle of Eros and returned to the shower. His cock was still only partially erect, so I bent down and began blowing him again. When it had hardened again, I tore open the package, took out the condom and rolled it onto his cock. I squeezed out a bit of the silicone-based lube into the palm of my hand and covered his wrapped penis with it. I squirted out another little dab onto my middle finger, then reached around and buried my finger in my ass to get it lubed up as well.
I turned around and grabbed the towel rack on the wall above me for stability. “Fuck me.” I reminded myself to make a concentrated effort to not pull the rack off the wall this time – I’d done that once before during sex in the shower with Nikki in an apartment we owned. I didn’t want to pull this one out of the marble wall and have to have my client explain what had happened.
He slowly eased his cock into my ass and began thrusting. Thank god for silicone lube – that stuff works wonders in a watery environment. He grabbed my tits and began pounding me as if he’d thirsted for this for years. I reached down and began masturbating myself and within thirty seconds or so brought myself to an incredible orgasm. I know through the continuous exercising of my Kegels that my asshole will contract tightly in synch with my orgasms, so I knew this was just that much more stimulating to him as well. I was also trying to squeeze it in rhythm with his thrusts, though that is hard to do when you’re concentrating on your own impending orgasm. He finally exploded inside me with deep, forceful thrusts as his fingers dug painfully into my tits. He withdrew and I removed the condom and threw it out into the trash bin outside the door.
We finished washing up, dried our hair and spent a little while just bullshitting around. He thanked me for indulging his fantasies, all of them. I explained that that was what I do – it’s what I was paid to do.
As I was getting ready to leave and we got to the door, he kissed me deeply once again. As my body sidled up next to his, I could feel that his cock was fairly hard once again. I reached down and took it in my hand through his pants and played with it until it became fully erect for what seemed like the millionth time that evening. I sank down to my knees and looked up into his eyes as I undid the zipper and pulled his shaft and balls out of the opening.
“Oh, god.”
Once again, I took his cock into my mouth and began mouth fucking it. He leaned back against the wall for support as I grabbed his legs and performed one of my hands-free blowjobs. It took a bit longer this time, something on the order of about 10 minutes, but he seemed to enjoy every minute of it. I maintained eye contact with him, staring into his eyes as he grabbed me by the hair and began thrusting into my face. I finally pulled off of him and leaned back against the opposite wall. “Come over here and fuck my face.” Once again, he did as he was told.
I braced my head against the wall in the narrow doorway as he slowly started fucking my mouth just as he would if it were my cunt. He gradually picked up speed as he sensed that I was relaxing and was going to be able to take his full length. Fortunately, he’s only about six and a half inches long and I can easily take him into my throat. He began fucking my face like he’d done with my ass in the shower. He was using the full force of his hips, thrusting back and forth as he used the door frame of the bathroom for leverage, pushing my head against the wall. Within the space of about two minutes he was ramping up to have his fourth orgasm of the past hour or so. He has some experience throat fucking me so he knows he can thrust full bore into my mouth without reservation. With all of this going on, I could still take the time to notice the musky scent of his crotch as the fucking became more intense.
For one last time tonight, he reached the point of no return and thrust deeply and forcefully into the back caverns of my throat as his cum filled my mouth. I have to close the back of my throat when a guy’s ejaculating during deep thrusts like that, otherwise I tend to choke. That, of course, is not good. So the cum accumulates in my mouth. Once he’s calmed down, I just open up and swallow it all down.
When he was about done cumming, I reversed the polarity of the effort and began pulling and sucking the last drops from him. When I was finished, I got up, cleaned off my lips and fingers with my tongue, kissed him and walked out the door, leaving him there with his cock hanging out of his pants. I could smell the scent of his crotch on my lips as I rode the elevator down, and wondered if the handful of people who got on and off as we went down could smell it as well. Anyone who’s been in a room where people have been fucking can usually pick up on that scent if they know what they’re smelling.
About the time I got to my car, he texted me, “Thanks for one of the most incredible nights ever. See you again in two weeks.”
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That was a great read…. very erotic. You’re a fantastic whore.
I can understand why people could find that a turn on – for a number of reasons. But, I’ve yet to really desire that experience.
WOW! That was the hottest thing ever! I would love to be Tyler, but I would also allow you to return the favor.
God, I wish everyone was as sexually liberated as you!
It would be very hot to read about the pee play between you and Nikki.
Keep writing, you are awesome.
Wow. I’ve never been one for pee play, but you make it sound so intriguing. Now I’m just completely curious.
As always, I love this story.
“I turned around and grabbed the towel rack on the wall above me for stability.”
Sometimes I wonder if the best sex I’ve ever had came while reading your blog…..and I mean reading about it rather than sex that results from being inspired by it….
As someone who’s had a bit of experience with this, both giving and receiving, let me offer a couple of pointers.
First, run some hot water in the shower beforehand to warm up those tiles. Second, you should have returned the favor and shown him what it’s like on the receiving end. And finally, if you really want to take it to the max, you have to imbibe. I know, it sounds disgusting, but urine is almost completely sterile and hey, you sometimes swallow other things that come out of there, right? While a steady diet of it would be bad, if you’re healthy otherwise, swallowing a little will do you no harm. You’re likely to gag a bit the first few times, more from a mental response than a physical one, but once you develop a taste for it you’ll want to make it a regular practice.
Sure, you wouldn’t want to do it with just anybody, but if you’re comfortable enough with someone to drink their piss, or make him drink yours, you’ll both get off on it. For me, especially when I’m on the receiving end, it often creates a sense of intimacy way beyond sex. Lying on my back and having her squat down over my face and let a small trickle run into my open mouth is just an indescribable feeling. Not to mention how hot it looks! Kegel exercises will help with learning to control the flow. The person I do this with has very good aim, so we seldom make a mess.
Note, the person doing the pissing should avoid caffeine for several hours prior. The pee of a heavy coffee drinker can be pretty awful, so good call on making him drink water.
Next time you’re with someone who’s into being dommed, try making him hold a mouthful and then swallow it. He may be weirded out at first, but I promise he’ll eventually be asking for more.
“Next time you’re with someone who’s into being dommed, try making him hold a mouthful and then swallow it. He may be weirded out at first, but I promise he’ll eventually be asking for more.”
I really don’t think you should be guaranteeing that your experience is universal. It worked for you. But somebody else, despite having curiousity and desire to engage in water sports, may never “develop the taste” and that’s perfectly fine too. Some people want to take thing to the max, others don’t and never will or try and discover it’s not for them.
Ally,
You’re a fantastic whore.
Thank you, slut.
Brian,
It would be very hot to read about the pee play between you and Nikki.
As I general rule, I try to shy away from writing about my relationship with her. I might write about the first time we went there, though.
Ron,
Sometimes I wonder if the best sex I’ve ever had came while reading your blog
LMAO! I’m going to have to use that quote somewhere!
Scott,
First, run some hot water in the shower beforehand to warm up those tiles.
Hindsight is 20/20, yes. I would certainly do that if I had it to do over. I just wasn’t thinking about that at the time.
Second, you should have returned the favor and shown him what it’s like on the receiving end.
Keep in mind that I am there to serve my client, and I have to take my cues from him. I am not there to make it a co-equal session, or to turn it around so that I become a dominant without him suggesting or stating that’s what he wants.
And finally, if you really want to take it to the max, you have to imbibe.
I did state in the story that I took his cock in my mouth while he was still pissing. I probably swallowed a couple of ounces of his urine. I drank a cup of my own when I started down this road with Nikki, and she’s pissed in my mouth before. I know it is sterile and have no problem swallowing it if the situation presents itself.
Thais has already swatted you about assuming that your experience would translate into everyone else, so I won’t go there again. Thanks for that, Thais.
Thais has already swatted you
Mmmm… I never object to being swatted!
Very well written. It’s clear that you really enjoy what you do, and thus it becomes an art. I truly dislike the word whore unless used in a sexual manner as stimulation as you wrote in one of your previous entries. With relation to your golden shower experience, something that is also extremely stimulating is ejaculating while having a full bladder. Almost immediately after ejaculating you would have to releive yourself, you could try that next time with your client. It’s a uniquely erotic experience upon itself. I would be curious to experience pissing while inside a women, though I’m not sure effect urine would have if directed inside a vagina.
What I found interesting Alexa is the kissing! I didn’t think kissing was “allowed” under such circumstances, even with ‘regulars’. huh. of course, the bit about his pee filling up your mouth was interesting, too – did it taste icky? You hear of sailors out at sea drinking their own urine, and it’s supposed to be a disinfectant, but STILL…
I’ve never pissed on, or been pissed on by, another person. i’ve piised OFF many persons, tho. :) Seems to me degradation is a part of it. When it comes to Scat this would seem more obvious. Did it feel degrading? Was it meant to, this water play?
I also wonder, since you instructed him to drink only water, what “variations” one could play with; drinking apple huice, milkshakes, carrot juice…
Wonderful writing, as always Alexa. You should put a book together (as I am doing; I can help with that if interested – ‘help’ means direction, agents, publishers, etc).
Keep up the awesome work! :)
Will! Dude! Where did you get the idea that kissing wasn’t allowed? Some providers won’t kiss, but anyone who touts themselves as providing a true GFE kisses their clients.
And no, his urine didn’t taste “icky.” It was a bit acidic in taste, but nothing like it would’ve been had he been drinking alcohol all night.
As for the degradation aspect of it, that’s part of the play, isn’t it? And that’s what it was – play, on both our parts. I’ve been with this client long enough to know that he doesn’t see me as someone to “degrade.” One of the fun parts about these kinds of relationships is being able to explore those aspects of sexuality in a safe, consensual framework.
As for the book, I have no idea what the future holds. You never know.
Wow. Someone directed me over here because of the pee play idea, something which I just wrote about, and I have to say this was fantastic! I can’t get into the tasting of it, but actually playing a bit with it is fabulous I think.
I’ll definitely be reading more!
Welcome to my blog, Rae.
Like you, I used to have a strong fear of the taste of it, and it can be pretty strong. Of course, based on your blog post about the subject, you’re taking baby steps, so maybe one day….
It’s all good.
My question is… before you did the scene with th client, what had made you become interested in/intrigued by water sports? No psychological hesitation before taking it in your mouth?
Raven, that’s a good (and legitimate) question. I think I’ll answer that in a new post in the not too distant future. That’s a good subject to discuss.