Wet Sex

As I open the door, the apartment glows with the fading light of sunset.  In the dim golden light I hear you before I see you.  I can hear your breath and the sounds you make when your fingers are between your legs.  “Come here,” you tell me as I pull the door closed.  “Come over here.”

You are on the couch.  You are wearing a tight red latex corset trimmed with black.  It pushes your breasts up and makes them so pretty.  Garters connect the corset to pale black latex stockings.  You legs are open and your hands are between them – two fingers moving in and out of you and one is petting your clit.

Your head is thrown back on the back of the couch, your eyes are half closed and your mouth – with bright red lips – is parted for your sharp breath to enter and escape.  As I come closer you tell me to stop.  “Does seeing me like this make your dick hard baby?,” you ask in a cloying voice, “does it make you want to slip in inside me and fuck me?”

I reach down and stroke myself through my pants – anticipating the feeling of being in you.  I take a step forward and begin to pull down my zipper.  Your foot is on my stomach, pushing me away.  “Not so fast,” you smile and you stand up.  I can tell by your tone that you have something in mind.  That you’re going to be in charge.  I love when you are like this.  I surrender.

You walk around me, still rubbing your clit.  Behind me now, you put your hand on my shoulder – “down” – you say gently and push me toward the floor.  On the coffee table I see several empty water bottles.  “Thirsty?,” I ask.  I am on my knees and you open your legs and walk closer, until your wet pussy hovers in front of my face.  You spread it open for me to see.

“Why don’t you slip your fingers in there to feel how wet I am baby,” you suggest.  My fingers tremble as I slip them between your lips and get them way into you.  Your hand is on my head – forcing me down between your legs.  You’re dropping yourself down on my hand – driving my fingers deeper into you.

You moan as you twist yourself down onto me.  As you pull up it makes a wet sucking sound.  “Oh god,” you sigh, “you want to taste me, don’t you?”  “Yes,” I say as you press yourself against my face – rubbing your pussy on my mouth and chin.  I touch your clit with my tongue and stroke it for you.  I can feel you push against me harder – your ass and muscles clenching.

I can feel you rocking back and forth against me, moving faster and faster, your breath getting shorter and shorter, your cunt grinding down on my hand and against my face until a shake starts in you and you cum.  You jerk against me a few more times – letting out a long, low breath.  I start to move.  “Wait, wait,” you say, still pressing against me, “there’s something I want to do.”

You step and lean back, looking down at me.  Our eyes are locked.  Suddenly there is a hissing and my face is sprayed.  I look down and you have your pussy spread wide and are pissing onto my face.  The taste and temperature of your piss in my mouth and on my face have me so hard that I just want to fuck you.

“Put your hand in me again,” you beg, “touch my clit with your tongue while I pee.”  I am doing as you say.  My face is a mess with your piss.  You twist on me harder, almost howling as you cum now, piss streaming into my mouth and down my chin, my mouth going wild on your clit and lips, you on my fingers, pushing them deep and me getting drenched as you continue to go.

You’re almost sobbing.  I stand.  You press my hand against your pussy.  I lead you into the bathroom, struggling to strip off my get clothes as we go.  I can feel your pussy throbbing on my fingers.  Your eyes are tightly closed as I bring you into the shower with me.

We let the water wash over us, our hands still locked on your clit baby, rubbing you and keeping you throbbing.  My dick is pulsing it’s so hard for you.  The water has your makeup running down your cheeks, making it look almost like you’ve been crying.  My balls are aching for relief.

Our mouths touch and we kiss, softly at first but then harder and harder.  Your tongue fills my mouth, our arms are around each other now and your pressing yourself against me.  Oh my god this is good.

I bring my hands to your shoulders and press you down.  The water beads up on your corset, your face is looking up at mine and your hand reaches for my cock.  I want your mouth, but first I want to piss on you as well.  The feeling turned me on so much I want you to have it too.  I twist your hair around my hand and pull your face back.

With my other hand I take my cock from you.  “Open your mouth,” I say.  You look up at me, knowing what is coming.  I start to piss – onto your face, my stream finding your mouth, my piss bubbling out of it and running down your breasts and body.  You close your eyes and let me spray you all over.  I begin to stroke my cock.

My piss is spent and my cock is hard.  “Open again,” I tell you, pushing my dick into your mouth and pulling your head close by your hair.  I stroke in and out of you – you’re gagging, piss and saliva drooling out around my cock while I fuck your pretty face.  “Oh fuck,” I moan, my knees almost buckling, “oh fuck,” i say again as I feel my orgasm boiling in my balls.

I press as far into you as I can and let my cum burst out.  You pull your face away to breathe and to swallow, I shoot my cum onto your face and wipe it around with my head, letting the length of my dick slide over you cheeks and nose while the last of my cum oozes onto your wet skin.

You stand, your face covered in my piss and cum.  I reach for your face to wipe it off.  You push my hand away and bring your face to mine, swallowing the last of my cum as our mouths come together as we kiss there in the shower, the warm water washing our mess away.  You rest your cheek on my chest.  “Oh god baby,” you whisper.  I hold you close and stroke your hair.