Game Over. Game On - Sex Stories

Game Over. Game On

... base of my cock fought with itself to release the waste within. Slowly I withdrew my wilting cock, and as the pressures from the walls of Katja’s cunt eased, so did the need to hold back. As my cock slipped from her, trailing with it a mix of our fluids, so my bladder was able to release the pressure built within and a stream of piss flowed from my flaccid cock to spray over Kat’s gaping hole. I took my cock and began to direct the flow back up the length of her pussy toward her still presented arse, covering her puckered hole in a stream of hot piss. Kat groaned loudly, grateful for the return of fluids as I rubbed my still streaming cock over her arse, as the last of my fluids trickled away from my exhausted body. We stood motionless for a few moments, exhausted by proceedings, before Kat stood up, her back still to me, and reached above her to grasp my head and neck tenderly. In doing so, it drew her pert tits upwards, and I reached around and delicately cupped them in my hands. I nuzzled my head down to kiss the side of her neck and she giggled to my touch. I kissed her again and giggled myself, too fucked to do anything else. “So Ms. Armstrong,” I said into the small of her neck, “how long are you in town for?” “Oh I don’t know really,” she replied, “as long as it takes, I guess.” She turned and looked up at me, and we smiled at the prospect of reacquainting ourselves. A few moments later, we stepped into the showers and began the task of cleaning ourselves down again. “Did you bring a towel?” I asked.