The Pee Therapy Nurse - Sex Stories

The Pee Therapy Nurse

I have known Myna for just over seven years now. I can’t tell you much about how we met, the times or locations of our twice or thrice yearly assignations, nor, for that matter, any details that might identify her in any way. Suffice it to say that Myna is not her real name and, despite the title I chose for this account, she is not actually a real nurse. Myna and I are not lovers in the general sense of the word but I can say that, over the years, I have come to treasure our times together and, in a real sense, to love her. It’s not, I hasten to add, the ‘head-over-heels’, flowers and candy, Valentine sort of love, but rather a deeper , more lasting sort of love based on mutual affection, admiration and friendship. Aside from being a wonderful woman in many, many ways, with a well-read intelligence, an amazing sense of humor, she has – and I say this with the greatest of respect – the raunchiest, most diabolically perverted, and wonderfully filthy mind it has ever been my privilege to encounter… Quite honestly, even though all our days and nights together over the years amounts to no more than a couple of months or so, all strung together, we have, in that time, probably experienced more uninhibited, raw perversion than most other people will in a life time. Our play pretty runs the gamut of BDSM pleasures – lots of bondage, toys and role-play – but, like many dedicated, self-respecting pervs, we each have a deep and abiding fondness for water-sports and all the hot, wet, ...

... and dirty fun that comes with mutual pee-play. She gives, I give – we have even, it must be said, even managed to give and receive together. I love the salty-sweet taste of her hot nectar when my mouth is pressed tightly against her cunt, and she will take whatever I give her, in so many ways, with equal enthusiasm. What I love best though, is the sheer force with which she can deliver a bladder-full of steaming pee. She ‘goes’, if you will pardon the vulgarity, like a racehorse when she is properly charged and the sensation, whether in my gaping mouth, or over my cock and balls is incredible. Last time we met – and I swear on my most sacred oath, this is true – she pulled back the head of my foreskin and pissed so hard against the sensitive glans that I came without otherwise touching myself, or being touched in any way. And… I must note... I don’t come too easily, or quickly, by any means. After that thrilling session, and on what was our last evening together, I treated her to a late dinner with raw oysters and fresh crab, both her special favorites. I was waxing eloquent after several glasses of wine and I made a heartfelt toast, expressing my sincere admiration and gratitude for the exquisitely wonderful ‘job’ she had done. We clinked glasses and drank, and then I added a rather plaintive note. ‘You know,’ I said. ‘It’s a shame that golden showers have to be so… so fleeting. You can seem to go on and on sometimes, my dear, but they always seem to end far too soon, don’t ...