Behind the Nightclub - Sex Stories

Behind the Nightclub

... good,” he sighed with a satisfied groan. He moved his cock around to cover more ground. “So fucking good. Are you watching?” Yes I was and my cunt was on fire! As piss splattered noisily over the ground in front of me I found myself aroused beyond belief. I gazed in awe at the yellow puddle forming on the ground and watched it slowly seep away into the cracks between the paving stones whilst Daniel threw his head back, laughing. He was the alpha male spraying his territory and the sight of him standing there brazenly pissing in front of me made me smoulder. His eyes remained on me, watching my reaction, the colour in my cheeks, my rapid breathing. He watched the orgasm building inside me and laughed when he saw me give in. I lost control again. Plunging my fingers beneath my skirt I found my agonisingly sensitive clit and rubbed it furiously. I jerked myself off whilst gorgeous Daniel, love of my life, pissed at my feet. I came quickly, convulsions shaking me with savage ferocity. I grasped the wall behind me as my knees gave out but failed to prevent myself from crashing down onto to the filthy ground, landing in the puddle of steaming piss. Aiming his cock at my shaking body, Daniel fired the last drops of his fading stream directly at my face as I gazed longingly towards him. I opened my mouth wide to catch the shower and was rewarded with delicious yellow droplets which landed on my tongue, melting into my mouth and filling it with bitterness. “Oh God!” I groaned. “You ...

... liked that, didn’t you,” he smirked, standing over me as he shook his cock, expelling the last drops of urine. “Oh God,” I gasped again as a few more drops entered my gaping mouth. I was unsure if the unusual flavour excited or revolted me. Either way I wanted more. On impulse, I grasped Daniel’s cock and shoved it into my mouth. “Fuck yes! Suck me,” he commanded as my lips closed tightly around him, devouring the urine clinging to his foreskin as I sucked his cock deep into my throat. “Aww God that feels good,” he uttered. I sucked and slurped, discovering a love for the bitter taste of piss-covered cock. I loved it even more when the cock began to swell, engorging with blood until it was primed for more action. I tasted pre-cum and craved a mouthful of jizz. “Ahh yes,” Daniel moaned, “yes, yes, keep sucking. Mmmm, just like that! Yes, you’re going to make me spurt. Keep going!” As if I’d stop! I wanted to taste Daniel’s cum and I was fucking well going to milk him ‘till I got it. I didn’t mind when Daniel grasped the back of my head, pulling me in and face fucking me hard; I merely took his cock as deeply as I could and kept sucking, the fear of gagging overpowered by the thrill of tasting Daniel’s cock. He was close. I was about to feel him tense and receive a mouthful of his sweet seed. “Ooh baby, yes! I’m coming…coming.…ugh…yes, YES!” Daniel gripped my head with brutal force as my throat was filled with a substantial load of delicious cum. I kept sucking, loving the taste, ...