Used for a Day

I‘ve often mentioned Rick, the guy I refer to as my “morning client.” I see him for about 15 or 30 minutes many mornings during the week when he’s in town. In exchange for a quick blow job or the use of my cunt or ass, I get paid a full hour’s fee. That’s tough to beat (though I really don’t care for getting up that early in the morning, cash is a huge incentive!).

During one of my appointments with him a couple of weeks ago, he mentioned a fantasy he has whereby I am to remain in his office available to him throughout an entire day.  As I’ve explained before, his office occupies a pretty good chunk of real estate on an upper floor of one of the buildings in the Financial District in downtown San Francisco.  Typically, I get in and out before anyone else on that floor even shows up, so my presence for an entire day would present a significant risk for him.  I guess that’s part of the allure of the fantasy, though.

He basically wanted to tie me up in a closet, where I would remain secluded for the entire day.  He would pop in to have me blow him as many times as he felt like being serviced during his work day.  When I was not doing him, I would remain in the closet, quietly, so as not to alert anyone who visited his office that I was there.  Sort of his sordid little secret for the day.  He would pay me my normal rate for the eight hours I would be his.

As we worked through the logistics of this deal, we came to the conclusion that using one of his closets was probably not a good idea.  With the all of the cum splattering that might occur, there’d likely be dried semen on some things, and that might be a bit hard to explain should someone discover it (cleaning crew, anyone?).  So we elected to use his bathroom.  He has a private bathroom, complete with a shower.  No one uses it but him, so it served the purpose of having me secluded and invisible to anyone who might enter the room.  It also had the benefit of allowing him to piss on me, since he’d long entertained another fantasy of engaging me for that purpose as well.  He has quite a range of fantasies involving me, in fact.  I do occasionally wonder how many of them will come to fruition. 

On the appointed day, I dressed appropriately, which is to say, in absolutely nothing but an overcoat, and reported to his office a bit later than I normally do.  I took the semi-private elevator up to his office, and was quickly shuffled to the bathroom, whereupon I removed my coat and waited for him to return with my bindings.  He came back carrying a pair of leather handcuffs with a breakaway link (designed to break apart if pulled on with sufficient force).  He locked my hands together, placed a towel onto the floor of the shower stall, and I climbed in.  I got on my knees, and told him I was ready.

Rick dropped his pants and moved to a position in front of stall, his erection immediately before me.  Clearly, he was ready to go (or cum, as it were).  I licked my lips to wet them and pushed them over the head of his cock, trying to mimic the feeling for him of his cock sliding into my cunt.  I began going down on him.  He wasn’t satisfied with the pace so he grabbed my hair and began fucking my face at the speed he deemed appropriate.  In less than two minutes he had reached the point of no return, and began ejaculating into my mouth and throat.

When he was done, I cleaned his cock with my lips and tongue, he pulled up his pants and said he’d see me shortly.  He turned out the light as he walked out the door.  I sat down and remained there for some period of time.  When you’re in the dark, by yourself, with nothing to gauge the passage of time by, you literally have no idea how many minutes go by before the next event occurs.

Eventually, he returned and without saying a word, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and began urinating on me.  He managed to cover pretty much my entire body from head to toe, getting even my hair wet.  When he was done, he ordered me to suck him off again, so I moved back up onto my knees and took his cock into my mouth.  If you’ve ever had a cock in your mouth that still had some urine in the urethra, you know that you get some of that in your mouth when you start sucking, and that’s exactly what happened with me.  Fortunately, I was prepared for that and it didn’t catch me off guard.

I got him hard again and began face fucking myself on his cock.  Again, he grabbed my (wet) hair and began thrusting at the speed he wanted.  This time the fucking went on for considerably longer than before, long enough such that my throat relaxed and he could penetrate all the way in.  He’d fuck for a few seconds and stop and withdraw to allow me to catch my breath, then resume using my throat.  Eventually he came for the second time that morning, pushing his cock deep into my throat with each ejaculatory wave.  It is times like these when I am glad I’ve learned how to let someone cum in my throat without choking up.

The piss was beginning to dry on me and it began to stink.  I made some comment about it, and Rick released me from the cuffs long enough to let me hop in the shower and wash myself off.  Fuck, the water was cold!  He left the room for a few minutes while I finished up.  I managed to snag my BlackBerry to do a quick check of my e-mail and to tweet that dried urine stank (in case there was any question about that).  When I was done drying off, I replaced the towel in the shower stall and waited for him to come back.  Five minutes later, he returned and put me back in my cuffs, dropped his pants and ordered me to fuck his cock with my mouth again.  I obliged him.

After what probably amounted to ten more minutes of face fucking, he finally decided I wasn’t going to be able to get him off.  He pulled his cock out of me and began jerking himself off, unleashing a torrent of cum onto my face and chest.  When he was done, he directed me to clean his cock and hand off, which I did.  I licked and sucked the cum off his fingers, then took his cock into my mouth again to suck out the remaining cum.  He tidied himself up and went on back out into his office, once again leaving me in the dark.

I spent the balance of the time running through my head how I’d write about what was happening during this appointment, along with trying to decode the various noises I’d hear.  There were moments where it’d be extremely quiet and I’d wonder if Rick had left the office.  Then the phone would ring and he’d pick right up.  I went through a litany of thoughts about different stuff I needed to take care of that night, things I needed to write about, my future in school and the work I do.  How would I feel if I had a PhD and was sitting in a bathtub allowing myself to be pissed on?  Is that a good use of my degree?  And a host of other odds and ends.

Some time later he came back in and relieved himself on me again, this time intentionally spraying most of it on my face and in my hair.  I asked him if he was enjoying himself.  He laughed and said he was.  He released me from my cuffs again and asked what kind of pizza I liked – he was going to order lunch for us.  I told him I’d eat just about anything that wasn’t weird (anchovies, pineapple, etc.).  He said he’d order pepperoni and Canadian bacon and bring me some when it got there.  I took another quick shower and waited for my food.

About 45 minutes later, our pizza arrived.  Rick brought me a couple of pieces and a diet soda and I sat in the shower stall and ate, alone.  I could hear a succession of people moving through his office, so I ate quietly. 

About a half hour later, he returned to collect my waste (the food waste!) and put me back in my cuffs.  I sat back down in the shower stall, in the dark, awaiting his next visit.  I believe at one point I actually dozed off because I was jolted by some type of banging noise in a nearby office.

Maybe an hour or so later, Rick returned and once again dropped his pants in front of me.  Without him saying a word, I knew what I was supposed to do.  I took his flaccid cock into my mouth and began getting him hard again.

“Where are the condoms?”

I indicated they were in the front pocket of my bag resting against the wall on the opposite side of the bathroom.  He went over and retrieved the plastic bag I kept the rubbers in and pulled a couple out.  I mentally dinged myself for not having anticipated their need and having them ready to begin with.

“Stand up and turn around, slut.”

I did as I was told as he rolled a condom onto his cock.  He moved up behind me and placed his cock at the entrance to my cunt and pushed in.  He grabbed my shoulders as he pounded away.  I was secretly concerned that someone would come into his office and hear the sound of bodies slapping together in his bathroom and wonder what the fuck was going on, but it was his ass on the line, not mine.  I figured if it was something to be concerned about, he’d be concerned about it.

Since I was standing in the shower stall with my hands tied behind my back I couldn’t maintain my balance with him fucking me, even with him grabbing me by the shoulders.  He got tired of trying to hold me up so he had move move over to the bathroom counter.

“Bend over the counter, bitch.”

Once again, I did as I was told.  He resumed pounding away at my cunt.  I actually laid myself down onto the counter (fuck, that marble top was cold!), which allowed him to do me a bit easier.  After a few minutes of fucking my cunt, he pulled out and pressed his cock against my asshole.

“Are you ready.”

“Stick it in.”

He pushed his cock into my asshole in one smooth, long motion and resumed fucking as if he hadn’t missed a beat.  he must’ve fucked my ass a good five minutes before I could tell he was getting tired.  I wasn’t sure if he’d quit or keep going until he collapsed.

“Come on, asshole.  Fuck me harder.”

He picked up steam and began pounding with a little more force.  The natural lube that we’d been using (my cunt juice, basically) was beginning to dry up and I was afraid this was going to start hurting soon.  It did.

“Pull out and pull the condom off and fuck my mouth again.”

He did as I requested, pulling the condom off and throwing it into the sink.  He once again began fucking my face.  I’m not wholly positive that the resemblance to an ass-to-mouth scenario going through his head ramped up his arousal, but it did the trick.  As he headed toward this orgasm, he once again withdrew from my mouth and began jerking himself off.  He came all over my face, though it was mostly dribble at this point.

My arms were starting to hurt from having my hands bound behind my back, largely from the subconscious attempts to pull them around to balance myself or grab a hold of his cock.  I didn’t get much time to reflect on that, however, because he ordered me back into the shower.  I complied as he cleaned himself up and left the room, returning me to darkness once again.  The combination of sweat and semen trailing down my body gave me cold chills.

As I sat there, I once again contemplated many of life’s more complex intricacies.  Why do people pay big bucks for this kind of shit?  Will I remember to call the eye doctor to make an appointment about my eyes?  I got to the point where I needed to pee.  I figured since I was in the shower I might as well go there since I had no idea how long it’d be before he came back.  I got up and scooted over to the drain, squatted over it and let go.  I was a bit concerned that the sound of the piss pouring into the drain might attract someone’s attention, but really didn’t care at that point.  I had to go.  I got done and went back and resumed my position.  It occurred to me that I might have given him a bit more entertainment if I’d waited until he came back and invited him to watch me pee.

I kept having to adjust my position because my legs and feet were going to sleep.  I wanted to reach over and turn the shower on to get some water to drink, but I was afraid I’d alert someone in his office.  So I elected to wait until he returned and I’d just ask him for some water.  I have no idea how much time went by before he came back in.  When he did, he needed to take a shit, so he led me to a nearby closet to hang out until he got done.  My eyes squenched in the brightness of his office as I moved to a closet some 20 feet away.  I looked down to notice the dried cum stains on my boobs.  I stood there in the closet for about 10 minutes or so.  He came back and I asked for some water.  He went out and returned with a bottle of Dasani (good taste in water!), unbound me and let me drink the water down. I returned to the stall, bound once again, and in the dark.

I waited another indeterminate length of time for Rick to return again.  The periods of time between sessions was increasing – not uncommon for multiple orgasms spread throughout such a short time span.  That last one was apparently quite powerful, too, so I wasn’t surprised that it was taking him some time.  From the muffled voices in his office I could tell he was having some kind of meeting.  I kind of chuckled under my breath thinking about what might happen if I walked out into his office, all encrusted with cum, naked as the day I was born, with my hands tied behind my back.  “Oh, hai.”

Soon thereafter he once again returned to piss on me.  He unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and unleashed a long, strong stream, painting my body with it as if he were a graffiti artist with Tourette Syndrome.  He aimed directly at my face for the longest time and I found myself strangely aroused at this.  Up to this point, I’d only been mechanically aroused, but being pissed on this time, with him concentrating the stream on my face intentionally made me, well, wet.  I couldn’t do anything about it, though, with my hands tied behind me.

When he had relieved himself, he let go of his cock, leaving it hanging there, beckoning me to take it in my mouth once again.  I allowed the urine to drain off of me, then got up on my knees and started sucking his cock once again.  The scent of the urine and the musky odor of his cock combined to arouse me even more, which led to me vigorously doing him with my face.  He grabbed my hair and began thrusting his cock into the recesses of my throat and it wasn’t long before he was ready to ejaculate once again.  As he came, he pushed my face into his public bone, forcing his cock into my throat.  I stopped trying to breathe and relaxed my throat to allow the semen to shoot right down into my esophagus.  I could feel the pulsations of his cock along my tongue, even as I undulated it to coax his cum out.

I had held my breath as long as I could, so I tried to pull back.  He sensed that I was doing that and pulled my head back by my hair.  I gasped for air.  He bent down and kissed me on the lips, put his cock back in his pants and left the room, turning out the light as he departed.  I squatted there on my knees for a few seconds wondering what the fuck?  He didn’t even allow me to wash off this time.

He returned a few moments later with the key to the handcuffs.  “Sorry I turned the light out.  Force of habit.”  He undid me and told me to wash off and get dressed; we were done. It was right at 3PM already.  So I turned the shower on and washed myself off, got out, dried my hair, and put my coat back on.  When I got out of the shower, I tweeted that my jaw was sore from all of the cock sucking I’d been doing. 

I stuck my head out of the bathroom door and asked if it was okay to come out.

“Sure. Come on.”

I waltzed over to him and he handed me an envelope with my fee in it.  I tucked it in my purse.  “You’ll find a bit more in there than we agreed on.  You definitely earned it.  I can’t even begin to thank you for what has been the most arousing day of my life.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“I’m curious. Does it not bother you when someone pisses on you?”

“Not at all.  Did it bother you to pee on me?”

“It did at first, but then it appeared you were enjoying it, so it became more arousing to me, honestly.”

“I’ve enjoyed watersports for quite a while, actually.  So don’t worry about it.  If it’s something you want to do, then that’s what we’ll do.  I don’t mind at all.”

“Okay.  Well, it won’t become something we do during your morning visits,” he laughed.  “You coming back by next Monday?”

“If that’s when you want me, of course.”

“Terrific.”

And with that I made my way to the elevator, headed down to my car and drove home.  When I got home, I opened the envelope.  He’d included an additional $500 plus a gift card worth $250 to Victoria’s Secret.  Wow.

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