(Author's note: Inspired by my friend, B. A. - you know who you are)
I'd had a few drinks. I admit that.
Let me make it clear that I was not drunk. The alcohol had merely lowered my inhibitions – not that I, a kinky, sexually active woman, have that many inhibitions to begin with.
New carpeting had been installed in my apartment that day, and its fumes were pretty strong. Breathing them was bad enough that I didn't think that I would be able to sleep there. So I called him. I explained my problem. He was gracious enough to invite me over, telling me that I could spend the night at his place.
I had always felt an attraction for him, but even though I sensed that he was also interested in me, to that point nothing had ever happened between us.
His place was pretty amazing. After he gave me the tour, we spent the afternoon chatting, getting to know one another better. He cooked us a lovely dinner, which we enjoyed with our drinks. After I made myself useful, clearing the table and helping with the dishes, I felt I needed to take a shower.
Excusing myself, I padded barefoot into his rather palatial bathroom. The overhead lights quickly warmed the tile floor and my body as I stripped off my clothes. The shower enclosure had many jets of water that I easily adjusted to the perfect temperature. Stepping inside, I found a fragrant soap and lathered my body in a leisurely manner. I was rinsing off the suds, letting the water sluice down my body, when the door to the shower enclosure opened.
I was not shocked as, naked, he joined me there in the shower. In fact, I was glad that he was taking the initiative. However, I was surprised at the size of his cock – both its length and its girth. It was almost fully erect already. He reached over and turned off the shower jets. Even though I was still wet, the warmth generated by the bathroom lights kept me from getting chilled. Without saying a word, he pressed down gently on my shoulders. I got the message. Lowering myself onto my knees, I took the head of his cock into my mouth and started sucking it.
I did not want to choke on that magnificent rod of flesh, so I sucked only on its head, and let my tongue play with the part contained in my mouth. Meanwhile, my hands were busy pumping the shaft and rubbing and caressing his balls. I looked up along his body, watching his reactions. As his arousal intensified, so did mine. I love being on my knees, giving a blow job.
When his cock began to give telltale warning jerks, he suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled my head back far enough that his cock left my mouth, its tip pointing squarely at my face. If there's one thing I find more exciting than giving a kneeling blow job, it's getting a cum facial. My hands kept working his shaft and balls, indicating my willingness for him to blast hot semen all over my face.
Emitting a wordless sound of excitement, he erupted, coating my face with a prodigious load. As I felt it splat, stick, and then start oozing down my face, my own body erupted in a fantastic orgasm! This happens to me more times than not, when I am in this position. I usually have to finger myself to climax, but this time I did not even have to touch myself.
Coming down from my peak, I expected that he would help us out of the shower at this point. Surprisingly, he reinserted his cock into my mouth and made me continue to suck on it. After a few minutes, he again pulled out, but this time he pissed all over me! I had never had that done to me before. To my astonishment, the warm stream of his urine cascading down my body felt amazingly erotic.
When his flow ceased, he finally broke the silence. "Fair is fair," he stated. "Now it's your turn."
I looked at him quizzically for a moment, and then I realized that he meant he wanted me to pee on him as well. For a little while, I was unable to do so. Perhaps my nervousness of trying to perform this unfamiliar act was preventing me from relaxing enough. He placed himself on his back on the shower floor, and had me sit on his chest, straddling him. Without speaking, he looked reassuringly into my eyes, as his hands gently stroked my tummy, soothing me.
Finally, my urge to urinate surfaced. I rose up and squatted over his face, holding my pussy lips wide apart. For the first time in my life, I peed on a man. From the pleasure that I derived in doing this, I knew it would probably not be the last time.
Rinsing off, we emerged from the shower enclosure and dried each other carefully. Both of us still naked, he led me to his bed. We fucked for what must've been a couple of hours, losing ourselves in the sensations, experimenting with various positions. In this newness, we were learning how to pleasure one another. I especially liked it when his body would pin mine to the bed, or he would hold my hands above my head when I was face up, or hold them behind my back when I was face down. Or when he grasped my hair, dictating the position of my head and body as his cock moved within me. His natural dominance was becoming very apparent. But gradually, his huge cock took its toll on my cunt. I hated to admit it, but I was getting too sore to continue.
"Please, we have to stop. I'm sorry, but my pussy is starting to hurt too much," I apologized.
Instead of getting upset or angry, he merely smiled at me and said, "Thank you for telling me. That's not a problem."