The full story of me and Mr. Davis - Sex Stories

The full story of me and Mr. Davis

... a Literature major in college and loved books and writing. After graduation he tried his hand at editing and publishing for a while. But he did not have the social skills to work with authors.

How he became the owner of this old bookstore was simple. He was on a weekend road trip to try and clear his mind about his life and career. He stopped for lunch in this small town and saw the bookstore. He went inside to browse and found out that the store was going to close since the owner had passed away. He bought it from the heirs of the owner and kept the store open. It does not make much money, but he bought it cheap and his apartment above the store was part of the purchase. His overhead is low and he is surrounded by literature, which is his passion. He is a simple, uncomplicated man.

But I wondered how it was that I came across the adult website that featured alternative lifestyle information and sold BDSM gear, like what I ordered. One day I got back on the store computer and looked up that site again. There were several times where Mr. Davis had visited the site before he and I met, but nothing recently. I looked to see if he had set up an account, and he had. He had visited the site’s “Forum” section under the topic of “water sports”. I was not sure what that was, so I browsed. I was surprised, to say the least, that “water sports” involves piss. Mr. Davis has a piss fetish? Well now, that was interesting. Did he want to be pissed on or do the pissing? Or both? And ...

... all this time I assumed that I was the kinky one of the two of us.

I wanted to explore this fetish with him but did not want him to know how I came to know about his interests. I planned to bring it up as if it were my own fetish. This was not a fetish that I could understand since I am a clean freak and getting pissed on or pissing on someone else goes counter to my cleanliness persona. But if anything like that was a turn-on to Mr. Davis, I wanted to explore it with him.

I thought of a way to find out more about his interest in water sports. One night after we closed the store, I told Mr. Davis I wanted us to take a shower together. Simple enough since we do that quite often. But this time, I had new plans. We stepped into the shower and were kissing. Before I turned on the water, I snuggled with him and told him I had a favor to ask. I coyly whispered in his ear that I wanted him to piss on me. I waited for his reaction. He stiffened up like a bird dog who has found a covey of quail. He looked at me and blushed, then wanted to know more. He asked if this was a new interest, or something that I had just not mentioned before. I told him it was just something I wanted to experiment with. I told him I simply thought it would be another way for he and I to share any secret desires.

I kneeled in the shower and looked up at him. He paused, then grabbed his dick and aimed it at me. He unleashed a stream of piss which splashed on my head and shoulders. I held my hands cupped ...