He swallows all her pee, like the best cup of tea

The morning started like any other. Wake up, breakfast, coffee, get dressed, car than work. Pretty usual, uneventful, and monotonous. With deadlines due for certain financial documents, she had decided to start extra early today, ‘early bird catches the worm!’ She said brightly to herself. Trying to get herself in the mood but really, all she wanted was to soak in a bathtub of coffee, vodka in one hand and her best friend in the other.

‘Shit, gotta get batteries today,’ she reminded herself as she begun her drive to work. Her car was a sleek VW silver sedan, matching her usual silver or high tone grey suit pants and jacket down to her either beige high heels or tanned slipon boots with fat heels. Most of the men at work had fantasized about her in some way. It was a no brainer given her high intellect and relatively sumptuous body. Everyone had a dream about her, even Michael, who was currently acting out his at work.

She arrived at 0530. With not even a peep from the local rooster yet she knew that being at work now was confirmed insanity.

‘I just got to get it done,’ she told herself. Having scanned into the office, she decided to visit the toilet before getting another coffee and attacking her computer with her eyes. Sliding the door open to the women’s toilets she could hear a man’s groan.

‘What the fuck is that?’ She thought to herself.

‘Is that a guy in there?’ The thought seeped into her mind given what she heard next.

‘Use me, my mouth is your toilet,’ she heard the male voice say. Now her curiosity started to play games, ‘is he alone?’ She wondered as she slowly opened the second toilet door, peaking through into the room. She could see some clothes in front of one of the cubicles but enough for only one person.

‘Fuck, I can’t see,’ she thought, annoyed that she would have to walk in closer to see what was happening. She slid past the door and let it gently close. Step by step, she approached the open cubicle.

‘I love pee,’ she heard the man say as got close enough to look into the cubicle.

‘Michael!?’ She let slip as she lost her composure. He jumped right out of his skin from his seated position in front of the toilet bowl on the floor. Toilet brush went flying past her straight from his penis as he endeavored to cover himself up beside the toilet in sheer horror.

‘Janet! I..I…I.. Can explain..’ He stuttered.

She started to put together what she had just seen her colleague doing. He was in his late thirties and fit enough that he had a substantial muscle definition to his body, especially his meaty penis, which she saw alongside his toned bum.

‘Well, go on then,’ she said, trying to hide her uncomfortableness and looking to take charge.

‘I got carried away with my fetish, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be in here,’ he said as his eyes met the floor, his face ashamed at being caught masturbating in the women’s toilets.

‘Well, get out here will you, I need to actually use it,’ she said commandingly. He kept his eyes down and his hands covering his penis, which she could still see. She walked so that she positioned herself in front of the toilet, pausing as she looked down into the bowl, as she suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

‘Well, you were complaining about the same boring start to the day,’ she thought to herself, ‘why not have a little fun?’ She continued to discuss with herself, staring at the bowl. ‘I can’t believe I’m going to do this,’ she thought, growing a little rosey in the cheeks.

‘Grab your clothes and come in here, make sure to close the door,’ she said with her back still towards him. She didn’t need to see his face, she could feel the heat coming off his body from her position already, he was positively throbbing at this opportunity to engage with her pee and be her toilet.

She turned around with her back to the toilet as she motioned for him to move down onto his knees. He tried to curtail his excitement at being in the toilet cubicle and on his knees before her. She slowly slid her pants and undies down before sitting on the seat in front of him. He stared directly at her knees as the bulge in his pants grew larger. He wasn’t allowed to pull his penis out till she allowed him to do so but it was clear he was dying to by the way his hand moved over his hard bulge.

“Just remember, because you will be drinking my pee regularly it doesn’t mean we will be doing anything else. You can masturbate, cum, swallow my pee and lick me clean, but that’s it.” She reminded him sternly. He nodded in agreement as his eyes moved from her face back to her legs which she had begun to open. She wiggled her bum to the edge of the seat with a curious idea in her head.

‘You can flop your penis out if you like,’ she said with a little smile. Clearly glad with her words, he unzipped his penis and flopped it out. Like a spring uncoiling, his penis seemed relieved to be out in the open and able to fully go hard. She couldn’t help but admire his thick penis, with its foreskin and beautiful penis color along with how he held it in his strong arms. He was gentle but yet, firm in his grasp which only made more look like his penis was also thirsty for her pee.

‘Position your penis beneath me,’ she commanded softly, keeping her voice down so no one could hear that she wasn’t alone in the toilet.

‘I’m going to pee a little on your penis, do whatever you like,’ she finished saying. His eyes opened wide joined by a huge smile. As drips of pee began he stroked his penis, eyes fixated on her smooth vagina. Softly falling, they hit his cock where he immediately began massaging and rubbing it into his penis. Along its length, the balls, pulling his foreskin back to ensure every part of his penis was shinning wet. Spilling onto the floor, she stopped as she watched him continue to rub her own pee into every part of his penis. This action alone had sparked a different kind of interest, a small kinky ual exploration where her imagination could be set free. Pee had historically been seen as dirty ect and yet, here was a strong man half naked on the toilet floor between her feet, rubbing her own pee into his penis.

‘Enjoying my pee so far,’ she asked with a little sarcasm.

‘Yes! I’m loving it!’ He replied looking at her directly in the eyes, his wet penis throbbing in his hand.

‘So, if I was to tell you to not wash your penis for a whole week with me peeing on it every day, so my pee soaks into your penis and you’re left wearing it every day. What is your response?’ He looked at her with a smile. His smooth, hairless penis seemed to have gotten stiffer as though it alone approved of her proposed act.

‘Yes, I would do that happily,’ he replied.

This had been a nervous question for her, but she became a little excited now at his response, which she hid. If men can mark their territory in the animal kingdom and human males seemingly doing the same, then she would try marking hers since he loved pee.

‘Your penis belongs to me,’ she said accidentally from mid thought. Her eyes gaped wide at what slipped out, but his response was fluid. ‘Yes, it does,’ he said gazing at her dripping vagina, clearly thirsty for her.

With relief and a little more excitement from his reply, she ushered his head in close between her opened legs.

‘As you swallow, if you spill any, you will have to clean it up,’ she said firmly. He simply nodded in agreement, keen to taste and suck on her. She was satisfied with his response and his eagerness. Still amazed that a man was about to drink from her vagina. ‘Thank goodness I had a shower this morning and wore my favorite undies,’ she thought as she guided his head right into her groin. She hands held her legs gently as his tongue slide up and down, investigating her vagina and getting familiar. ‘Fuck that feels good,’ she thought as she held his head firm against herself. Looking down between her legs, his head and lips lay ready as she allowed the flow to begin. His tongue clearly happy as it danced softly at her entrance as he swallowed his first mouthful. She heard him groan with pleasure, a loud groan as he swallowed another mouthful. ‘Wow, he really is enjoying my pee!’ She observed. His right hand dropped to his super hard penis and began to stroke it. His lips providing a relatively good seal, he sucked and swallowed more. Little bits of pee dripped down his face which he collected with his right hand here and there to wipe onto his penis. His tongue never stopped massaging her, almost like it was praising her for her kind, ual nurture. This did pass through her mind as she looked down at his head between her legs, the fact that she was nurturing his uality, mind, and heart from between her legs using her pee on the toilet floor. She was three quarters through her pee now as his tongue praised every inch of her vagina, swallowing and groaning with pleasure.

‘Fuck, if his tongue hits my clit any more frequently, I will have to jam his face into it and rub till I am satisfied!’ She breathed out heavily, releasing the thought as her pee slowly came to an end. His tongue lapping up the remaining bits as she looked over at his penis. It was hard and throbbing, his cum hanging from his penis with heaps more splattered across her pants and undies. ‘Damn, that’s going to be visible when it dries,’ she thought apprehensively. ‘But then, who’s to know it’s a man’s dried up cum on my clothes, it could be from say, glue.’ She affirmed to herself and decided it wasn’t an issue. ‘Ha! I’ll be wearing visible cum in the workplace!’ She then thought, with a strange feeling of arousal growing.

‘Did you enjoy yourself?’ She asked rhetorically.

‘Yes I did! You taste soo good,’ he finished with as he licked her clean thoroughly before his tongue slide effortlessly across her bum hole.

‘Oh wow, what are you doing?’ She quickly asked pulling his head back.

‘Sorry, I should have asked. Just got a little excited over how good you taste,’ he responded, looking over his cum splatter. Trying to process what he said, she replied, ‘but that’s my asshole, you know… dirty and shit comes from that.’ She stated. She knew he knew this and stated the obvious, but she was trying to comprehend why a man would want his tongue of all things licking and tasting her own bum hole.

‘I know all that.’ He began with. ‘I love dirty and bum holes but most of all, when I taste a woman, I want to accept and enjoy all of her, including her dirty side as it’s all part of her being her.’ He finished saying, looking up at her face and then back to her opened legs.

‘So, you would stick your tongue up my bum?’ She asked inquisitively.

‘Yes, I would,’ he replied, looking down at his penis in foreseeable shame.

‘What about swallowing my poo then?’

‘Um, yes, I would…’ he replied, nervous to the bone at her possible reactions and judgements.

She was a little struck for words. Her last boyfriend had used her, especially when she allowed his penis up her bum as often as he wanted, but nothing was reciprocated for her own ual desire, passion, longing, or love. And yet, here was a man on a toilet floor, feasting on her own pee, enjoying the taste of her and her bum hole from a ual drive that wanted her but also to please her in any way she wanted, and he wasn’t even in love with her. Even the apology for licking her bum hole unannounced was followed with visible facial apology and shame. Friends with benefits and yet, he was treating her better than her previous boyfriend. A puzzle to be sure and yet, his cum splattered over her pants and undies spoke silent volumes.

‘You may continue licking my vagina,’ she said. His head moved in, face visibly relieved she had not withdrawn herself from him. He began to lick at her smooth skin, devouring the folds and her clit as she spoke, ‘You may continue with my bum hole as well,’ she quietly whispered down into her ear.’ She let a little smile out that he obviously couldn’t see but his body stopped, absorbing what she had just said.

His mind racing, he had lived with apprehension about his ual fetish’s and sometimes even shaming himself. But here was a woman who in one swift motion, accepted his weird fetish as a normal ual expression. His heart beat faster and faster as his penis stiffened once again, his body relieved and excited let his tongue drop down and effortlessly across her bum hole. She gripped the toilet seat at the new sensation of a wet tongue across her bum hole sent stimulating vibes across her body and more importantly, her mind. Then gracefully, his slippery tongue slid up her bum like it belonged up there. She took a sharp breath and bit her lower lip as her fingers danced across her clit.

‘Perfection in the toilet, that’s a new one,’ she mused to herself as she let the sensations take over.

This He swallows all her pee, like the best cup of tea

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