A Strange Encounter - Sex Stories

A Strange Encounter

... man but he moved with me, barring my way. “Stand still bitch!” he ordered gruffly, grabbing my arm. I remember letting out a rather pathetic yelp as he pointed his now semi-erect cock at my feet. I knew what was coming and braced myself as a jet of hot, pungent pee hit me full force. “Stop it!” I cried, twisting away. “Oh shit that’s disgusting!” The man smirked at me and paid no heed. He carried on pissing, grunting with satisfaction as he moved his flow back and forth over my open-toed shoes. Strange, I stood there and took it without moving a muscle. I didn’t even try to get away. I could have wriggled out of his grasp, screamed, any number of things but I didn’t. In truth I felt weirdly aroused. Having my feet urinated on by an obnoxious pissed-up lout was actually turning me on! To my utter amazement I felt that pleasant twinge between my legs that signified my brain was sending fresh blood pumping into my cunt. Excitement made my heart flutter. I tried to shake myself back to my senses but to no avail. I simply stood there, frozen to the spot, letting a complete stranger piss on me…and I enjoyed it. As I watched the amber droplets fountaining from the tip of the man’s cock I caught myself imagining that fat member pointing skyward sending a golden fountain cascading out over my tits. My nipples hardened at the mere thought and I felt them rubbing against the fabric of my tee-shirt. I promptly fantasised that the material was soaked through with foul-smelling piss ...

... making it cling to my ample breasts, turning me on even more. Closing my eyes I pictured the stream hitting my face. I opened my mouth wanting to taste it and a deep sigh drifted out from between my lips. “You little whore, you want to be pissed on,” my assailant sneered. “You’re a fucking arse-hole Tim, leave her alone!” shouted a different voice cutting through the moment. My eyelids fluttered open and twisting around I spotted a second man racing towards us. “Get off her, NOW!” he bellowed angrily. “I’m only having a bit of fun Jules, keep your hair on!” the peeing man, Tim, laughed. “I don’t think she’s finding it funny you fucking twat!” Tim laughed again and shook his cock at me spattering the last of his piss over my tee-shirt. A tiny drop landed on my lips. My tongue snaked out to lick it off. It tasted bitter, salty. “So sorry about him, too much beer,” Jules threw at me by way of an apology, “but you shouldn’t be here,” he warned. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I’d go now if I were you.” He was right. Many eyes were watching me and I suddenly felt dreadfully vulnerable. A lone woman amidst multiple pissed-up men was not a good idea, anything could happen, but when my bladder pained me again I scurried onwards. I had to find relief, there was no choice. Pain ripped through me again and I suddenly reached the point where I was so desperate I thought about spreading my legs and pissing there and then, sod who could see. That, however, proved to be unnecessary. At ...