JOURNAL-001: "WAITING FOR MARCELLA" - Sex Stories

JOURNAL-001: "WAITING FOR MARCELLA"

... the door, so I had to be as cautious as the situation would allow. There were three other cars in the vast parking lot besides my own, but not a soul in sight. Once I felt that the coast was relatively clear, I returned to Belinda and rapidly tore off my tee-shirt and swim suit. She continued to rub her hands in the piss all over the floor and then transfer it onto her now shimmering body. I stood in front of her completely naked and as hard as I had ever been. I looked her in the eye one final time just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. "Come on baby." she moaned again. I pushed my cock as far down as possible and soon felt the sweet relief of warm piss finally blasting out of me. The stream splashed on the floor at her knees and she let out a playful gasp. She was smiling and moaning the way she often did during sex. I couldn't believe she was letting me do this, and moreover, it seemed to be turning her on. I was even more surprised to find that it was turning me on too. I began to drag the stream upward to her thighs and it splashed off of her tan legs in a chaotic chorus. "Fuck yeah baby." she groaned. I continued to arc the stream higher onto her flat muscular tummy. She reached up to her beautiful tits and mashed them together, arching her back to put them on display. I took the hint and raised my stream until golden piss was cascading down her perky breasts, over her hands, down her tummy and all the way down to her tight little pussy before dripping down to the cement ...

... floor. She continued to giggle and moan despite the fact that my piss was now splashing off of her tits and onto her face! "Ooh, that feels so good on my fuckin' titties baby." she purred. She then opened her eyes wide and smiled up at me, positively giddy. I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly had the wildest urge. There I was, pissing all over her beautiful tits in a public men's room, and I still felt the need to ask permission for what seemed to naturally come next. I suppose there are some lines that you just don't cross without permission. I hesitated for a moment, staring into her smiling eyes as she playfully laughed. Finally, I came right out with it. Like a timid child, I asked "Can I piss on your face?" "Okay." was all she said. Belinda smiled again and closed her eyes and mouth before tilting her head back. I carefully aimed my stream slowly up her chest, then up her neck. She quivered slightly with anticipation as the stream crossed her chin. Suddenly, I was joyfully spraying a thick stream of warm urine all over her face and hair. She shook her head like a wet dog as I continued to douse her. My eyes followed the river of warm piss cascading down the front of her body and I realized that she had started fingering herself again. I couldn't even begin to imagine how kinky Belinda really was deep down. She was actually loving it! She abruptly threw her mouth wide open and I knew it could only mean one thing. I took her cue and did exactly what she wanted. ...