Tag: Pissing (Page 1 of 4)

My husband knew his place. He wasn’t the focus of our all-girl orgasm party – he was merely there to provide a service, and he realised that he would be swallowing piss on and off all night. The secrecy and intrigue of him not knowing who the women were or what they were doing was a delightful twist, and as well as drinking the women’s piss, he had just had his cock emptied of cum after a prolonged cowgirl fuck, his softening cock sliding quickly out of her slick cunt as she got off him, whilst yet another woman drained her bladder.

And then all of a sudden, he was left on his own. Someone went back after a while and gave him a little of his favourite fizzy beverage to rinse his mouth out, but he didn’t know how long he was left for, whilst us women were enjoying ourselves with various orgasm related activities, and even sharing his cum load directly from the cunt involved.

Whilst we weren’t specifically loading our bladders up, a decent amount of carbonated fluid did give us more fullish bladders to empty, so after a decent amount of time, the women started trickling back to their human toilet to empty their refilled bladders, this time mostly in pairs (as women always seem to do!), and this time he could taste the cunt juices on each woman before they started pissing. That was tantalising him.

Whilst he was alone, he had started to process what had happened, and he began working out whose cunts he had tasted and smelled. I knew he would. He had bragged before of how he would be able to recognise any of the cunts he had eaten during his sexual career, and I think he realised I was about to test him on that. The cunt juices helped him to become more certain of his deductions and more confused about the ones he didn’t know. At this point, he was certain of four cunts and had ideas about some others, but there was the one he had no idea about.

There was one part of this exercise that I hadn’t really thought through, and that was his bladder, which by now was full to bursting, and of course him being tied down meant he couldn’t grab at it or move to ease his discomfort. One of the earlier women from the second round said she had noticed his rock-hard bladder and had decided he needed emptying to create more room. In his aroused state, pissing would be difficult, but she just sat on his chest and pressed down hard on his bladder firmly and repeatedly until he could resist no more and she forced a spurt of piss out of his cock. A flow followed, the piss going all over the bed and his body, seeping in between his skin and the latex. I was so glad I put the protective covers on the bed, and the moistness being close to his skin made his predicament even more uncomfortable, and he thought he’d be in that damp discomfort for a while yet.

Occasional pissing by the women carried on for a while, his mouth still eagerly hoovering up the piss despite the amount he had already consumed, and how his poor neck must have ached.

One of our number had already laid claim to his second load of cum, so at some point a little later in the evening, she decided it was time to collect and so she called us all in to take part in his milking. She placed his limp cock up against his damp body and start rubbing the underside of it with her hand right from his balls right up to the tip. They were quite rough with his cock really, rubbing it with some downwards force, pushing it into his belly. That vigorous rubbing brought it back to life and it started to get hard, grow and lift off his belly.

When it was upright, the rubbing with a hand stopped and he felt a cunt slide over it for a couple of minutes of fucking, before the cunt was removed and replaced with another one, and another and another; a sort of cunt relay with two minute legs. He realised that they weren’t about to stop until his cock had explode uncontrollably for a second time, and he amused himself by playing cunt roulette with them, trying his best to hold back his cum until he no longer could. Mind over matter, trying to keep control of his cock whilst his mouth was being filled with piss again. Several times he felt his cock have that final growth and hardening spurt that immediately proceeds an orgasm, but on every occasion, having felt it themselves, they immediately withdrew their cunt, delaying his orgasm a while and giving another cunt a chance to ride. And then, one time, the cunt didn’t withdraw at his final growth, instead bedding down to a fast rhythm of squeezing at his hard cock. A few seconds later, having held off for as long as he could, his cock finally and repeatedly spewed his cum into the moist cunt enveloping it, and we again licked his cum out of the cunt involved, sharing it between all the women. He mused if it was the same cunt or a different one. He’ll find out soon enough.

With his cock drained twice and his mouth still tasting of piss, his ordeal was nearly over. Us women were mostly orgasmed out, and so as it was late, we decided to close the party and drift away. I only released him once everyone had gone.

What I need to do now is the part my husband has been waiting for. Who were the women? What was particularly mean was there was one cunt that he didn’t recognise; in fact, he was sure he’d never tasted it before and now of course, he knows he was right. But he still doesn’t know who it was. Of course, he also had no idea which cunts he came in either time.

And so, to the naming. He got a number of participants, me and Victoria obviously, Laura, Paula and Sara. He also correctly worked out two cunts from over a decade ago: Anne (his best friend’s little sister, whose virginity he took) and Debs (a former FWB from work, who he fucked for a good number of years). He also correctly worked out there was a new woman in the mix, and that was the woman who specifically wanted him to cum in her cunt, and whose cunt he came in both times that night. That woman was Kat, a friend of ours who is a totally filthy slut, but until recently, was in a lesbian monogamous relationship, so the most she got to do was flirt.

Kat first came to his attention at a friend’s birthday party, when she leant in through a window, and my husband and another man who were sitting at a table outside got a completely unobscured and unapologetic view up her tiny but floaty skirt of her totally smooth hairless cunt and the bottom of her ass, unhindered by panties. She stayed in position for quite a few minutes (holding a conversation inside as the two men looked), and when she did eventually move, she just smiled sweetly and moved on. She was wearing a headband with little black cat ears that day, and in fact, she gave them to me a few years later for incorporating into a sex costume I was making.

But she was absolutely doing the window display deliberately. A girl after my own heart. A simple love of display and some willing and friendly folks to display to. Certainly, neither of the men have forgotten the incident, and Kat is really smug about that.

My husband dreamed of going up behind her when she was bent through the window and just fucking her in front of everyone. This wasn’t quite the same, but after all these years, he did get to be fucked by her in front of 7 lusty hyped up women. Another cunt to add to the list and Kat has said she’ll be round for a proper hard fuck where he isn’t immobilised soon. Even more interesting, each woman also had her cunt over his erect cock for a two minute session (some doubling up), but Kat was the only one he came in, totally by design.

So now my husband knows. I expect he’ll be over the moon, especially with Kat, and getting Debs and Anne involved again. For Anne, it was her first ever lesbian experiences (and given the enthusiasm of her tongue and her keenness to be worked on by the other women, it won’t be her last). All amazing women, and without exception, every single one loved the human toilet situation. As did my husband, and as if having your mouth pissed in by multiple women isn’t degrading enough to then have your own bladder emptied all over you is even more degrading.

I know my husband wants to do the human toilet thing again: he’s still obsessed with the position. I dread to think how much piss he drank, but without exception, all the women absolutely loved the dynamics of the situation. His neck ached the following day, but one of his last remaining unfulfilled fantasies was ticked off the list.

I tugged at the underbed restraints holding my husband’s arms in place, checking they were tight and didn’t give him any chance to move. I pulled at the buckles on the spreader bar holding his feet about half a metre apart, and then at the rope work that pinned the spreader bar to the headboard: that too was tight. I wasn’t that experienced with rope work, so I was pleased with my efforts.

It didn’t look a comfortable position for him, being tied to the bed face up, with his head hanging over the bottom of the bed and his spreader bar restrained feet tied to the headboard. I think the head hanging over the edge gave him a good idea what was likely to happen to him; I was about to fulfil a long-held fantasy of his, with a position and act he saw described somewhere years before he met me.

He had no idea I had been planning this, and I decided that fulfilling his fantasy would be his cameo at our all-girls orgasm party to celebrate the centenary post on this blog. I knew this was a particularly kinky scenario he longed for and I knew it would make a very kinky blog post. I decided to add the rope work and the spreader bar, and added a fantasy of mine into the mix, as I bought him an all-over latex suit, covering his whole body, apart from his mouth and nostrils, and a strip from his cock round to the top of his ass crack. Everything else was covered in latex. Before he loaded himself into the suit, I had him put earplugs in, so he couldn’t see or hear anything, but he could smell and taste.

After his arms were locked in place, but before his legs, I inserted his inflatable butt plug, which I inflated until he moaned, and then with him immobilised, I inflated the butt plug more as I saw fit, a couple of pumps at a time, until it was clearly causing him a lot of discomfort. However, his cock was stirring without any input from anyone, despite the large ass invasion (which would often hamper an erection), so he was definitely getting excited.

I knew it would be mind-blowing for him and he had no idea what the rest of us would get up to. All he knew was that he was the only man at the otherwise all-girl party and that he was to be used by the guests, rather than being a guest himself. Once he had been tied down, he had no rights and what happened to him was totally in our control.

So, after checking the restraints, I gave the bulb on the inflatable butt plug a couple more pumps. He moaned again, but otherwise didn’t say anything. He knew his place.

I left him as the guests started to arrive. Seven women all aware of exactly what I had planned, and all primed and ready to go. They all knew he was an important bit part player in the evening, but they were all primed to use him first. Eight women, including me, all at various stages of discomfort because of our full bladders. They knew he was to be our toilet for the evening, and they knew how he was to be used. So did he; the head position told him everything he needed to know.

I was concerned some of the women might not be keen to do this, that they might get stage fright and be unable to piss, or that they would not want their first action in front of the other women to be pissing. I need not have worried. Most of them seemed to have pissed in front of other women before, often rather a lot. There were, it seems, too many late night outdoor squatting sessions in their collective histories. My mind at ease, I could sit back and enjoy what was about to unfold, a wonderful display of womanhood shared between people with a single common link.

And soon it was time. We all gathered in the bedroom as the first woman assumed the position, feet slightly apart, knees bent, ass sticking out with his head a few inches under her ass. She pulled his head up between her legs, planting his face unceremoniously against her cunt and she started pissing in his mouth with no delay, no warning, just head up and the flow began. Luckily, he knew what was coming, so he knew what he had to do. She had been doing the thigh squeezing as soon as she arrived, and during the half hour waiting for all the guests to arrive, she had progressed to the bending over cunt grabbing stage and was clearly the guest most in need of relief.

She knew the score and fought to keep her flow to a speed he could swallow, somebody else talking the new women through the mechanics, all with a background soundtrack of him gulping for all he was worth. The speed of her starting to piss once his mouth was in place surprised him, the fierceness of her early piss stream did not. Her moderating her flow meant that he was able to keep up swallowing her piss, and eventually, the flow subsided and after a few spurts as she squeezed out the last drops, he started licking her dry.

And when she was happy with how dry she was, she just lowered his head and let go of it and moved away. Clearly the act excited all the women present, and our first pisser was almost immediately replaced by another women, who had been made more desperate hearing the piss spurting from the first woman. Several of the other women were rubbing their cunts, either to try to stem the force of their own collected piss, or to wank a little at their excitement at the visual and audible feast they were part of.

The second crotch grabbing thigh squeezer took position and pulled his head in place, making sure her cunt was planted over his mouth. Her piss was not immediately forthcoming, most likely because she hasn’t done anything like this before. He flicked his tongue round her cunt, noticing how she was already sexually excited, and he kept flicking in tongue round until he tasted the first drop of her piss. Then he locked on, whilst the dribble turned into a flood and he was back to full speed gulping. She was at risk of flooding his mouth, but he was just about able to keep up, although he was relieved when the flood started abating again, and after her last squeeze, he licked her clean and dry.

She lifted her cunt off his face and moved away, giving him a chance to have some good gulps of air. But mere moments later, he realised another woman had taken up the position and was lifting his face up to their cunt. As he stuck his tongue out to find her cunt and locate her pisshole, he realised he was in for a long night. Some cameo.

He was bracing for another flood of warm tangy piss, as he realised what he was in for now; woman after woman draining her bladder into his mouth in his dream position. He didn’t know how many women were there (and that was particularly mean of me), but he had said he wanted to live out the fantasy, not believing I’d find enough women willing to take part. He should know me by now.

Whilst the third use as a toilet was going on, one of the other women noticed his cock, which by this point was fairly erect. A mouth was quickly put over his cock, slowly sucking on it whilst the pissing was still going on at the other end. Over the course of the next ten minutes, several women sucked and licked at his cock, whilst several further women carried on pissing into his mouth.

All the sucking and licking at his cock was getting him ready to explode, as at his mouth, yet another cunt with a full bladder replaced an already drained one.

Finally, the mouths left his cock and he felt the unmistakable feeling of a warm moist cunt slide down onto it, starting a slow rhythmic fuck in what he thought was reverse cowgirl. What he didn’t know was that one woman had particularly asked to ride his cock, as she wanted a load of cum inside her cunt, and because she hadn’t really had the chance before.

The cowgirl slowly increased the pace as yet more piss flowed into his mouth, both making his cock grow steadily larger and harder. Another change of cunt over his mouth and a now relentless and frenetic cunt fuck and as his cock grew larger with one final growth and it fired cum at high power deep inside the cunt.

I know it has wound him up not knowing whose cunt he filled with cum, but he will be pleased when he finds out, as it is someone new (but I know he’ll be happy with her, as he’s known her for a number of years). I also know that it wound him up that he had no idea how many women there were, or indeed, who those women were, and he still doesn’t know that last bit; he will find out at exactly the same time as you, in the final part of this blog post.