The Letter - Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Letter - Part 2

... let’s see … If I was right about what he’d got planned he’d do it soon. “I’m going to let my piss go inside you Jess,” he murmured into my ear. “You’ll like that, won’t you?” “Oh God, yes!” I knew it; I knew that’s what he was planning. Like it? Love it more like! My cunt contracted as soon as he said it, my muscles clamping down hard on his cock. “Oh Jess,” he moaned as my cunt squeezed his semi-erect penis. “I’m going to do it Jess. Are you ready? Ugh …” Rob let out a prolonged groan as he released a jet of strong, hot urine inside my cunt. An unimaginably satisfying pressure built quickly and when his stream hit my cervix shockwaves of bliss careered through every nerve in my body. Knees buckling, I came hard. Rob’s strong arms grabbed me, supporting my weight as my innards erupted into intense spasms. His piss kept flowing, urine spewing out of me in a pungent yellow fountain. It splashed over my legs and feet before splattering into the metal tub in a drumming torrent. I threw back my head and screamed. I loved pee play, always had, always would, and now that Rob had embraced my fetish sex for me was magnificent! Enough about my fetish...what about Rob’s? The letter was a single sheet of white paper, hand written and very brief. I shook the envelope but nothing fell out. No memory stick, no accompanying photos. Smoothing out the paper, I began to read. “My Dearest Jess, I promised you a reply to your letter, and here it is. If you want to know what my fetish is you’ll ...

... have to go up to our bedroom and take a look in my sock drawer. There’s a blue plastic bag in there which contains some items I’m rather fond of. I’ll leave you to work out how you’d like to use them - if you’re not too freaked out, that is. Remember Jess, if you don’t like what you find, throw the letter away and I’ll never mention it again. Life with you is perfect; I won’t let anything to get in the way of that, especially not a silly fantasy. That said I’m hoping you’re as adventurous as I think you are. Let your imagination fly! Loving you always, Rob x” Okay, that wasn’t so bad. So, he had something hidden in his sock drawer did he? What? A dildo? A butt plug? Maybe it was a stash of piss-porn? Ooh, that would be good. The possibilities were endless. Curiosity burning, I charged up the stairs and Rob’s sock draw was soon up-ended on the bed. The mysterious blue plastic bag was rather small and the contents were squishy - not a dildo then, shame . I liked the idea of using a fat rubber toy to fuck Rob’s ass. I tipped the bag upside-down, my eyes widening as the contents were revealed. Nylons. Not what I’d been expecting. There were four thin black stockings, one pair of sturdy black tights and one of my own lacy thongs. I’d been looking for that thong; it was one of my favourites. It had gone missing from the laundry about two weeks ago and …ugh, yes... my distinctive scent still clung to the crotch. “Rob, you dirty bastard!” A smile flickering across my face, I picked up ...