My red haired wife urinates on my face. Sometimes after breakfast, sour grapefruit cleansing her mouth, she hefts up her skirts, heel on the rung of my chair, her thighs widen and i know what's required. So i shimmy on down, feel the cold skin of her cellulite thigh on cheek 'gainst my ear.
She always wears knickers, whatever the type. She likes the allure and the mystery of course, so do i. And we both prefer them well, dirty. Wouldn't you like your wife to smell like your wife? Well then. That is how the story goes, so far. I'm on my knees, smelling her piss stained underwear. For pleasure, the smell of her yesterday piss, in there. I coax it through the mesh of her nylon and breathe in the female pheromones as they breach my minds defence and i long for her to be mine.
"Oh....your time will come!" She says as her font begins to exercise it's right over me and she lowers her voice.
"I'll make you my princess whore."
""Fuck you here, on the floor." "Mmn...yea."
"Take my knickers off of me..."
Obliging i slide the hem under her large and cold bubble bumpy backside while she lifts (is a favorite 'chore' of mine!) Nuzzling into her ginger motten mound with its peculiar and always evolving aromas is well, no its not a chore its divine. There is no pretence this is even a chore for me.
"Lick it up when i'm finished."
"Yes miss."
"Good boy."
I'm pulled in tighter by the hair and my mouth opens wide, her ginger piss pussy flowing itself out into the wide, and me catching carefully? Clumsily. Mouth drawing in her golden glow and well, guzzling it inside frankly, to the bottom.
"Enough!" "Stop!!"
I cease loading her inside. Her face tense, her pale and freckled complexion taught with longing.
"I want to watch it cascade over your face!" She says quickly.
Her eyes are wide. Her lips curled.
Then she shoots at me again and this time i stem the tide against manly lips that seal and force her flowing womanhood out down my chin, and my neck, my chest. Seeping over floor a pool, wanders about the leg of a chair.
"Put your hands in it!" She spits.
"Palms down on the floor." She orders me about, while masterbating herself using both hands, my palms in the splatter.
"And lick it up for me." "Lick it, go on!" She urges, her voice deepening as her thrusting, rubbing and gyrating hands intensify in speed, and force.
""Suck it!" "Ssu..aargh!"
"Suck it all up, you bitch!!"
Her heels force me harder into the unforgiving floor.
"Suck it up for me!" "Aaaah...!"
She is cuming.
We have done this so often i know the routine, i even know the taste of the floor.
Gasping and panting, sweat laden she puffs out her cheeks, dumping her thigh down off the chair and brushing her gorgeous red hair from her face. Her breathing slows, her voice still direct but dampened.
"Now lie in my piss for me and finger yourself!"
I love this part.
I quickly take my middle finger into my horney little mouth to wet it up, then pushing my pelvis out i find my own female place. I let the moisture linger around the opening before going back to taste my dirty tang, and wet some more.
"Finger...that...pussy." "Finger it some more!" Her voice suddenly a quickfire of words that draws me into her wicked device.
But then suddenly switching to something slow and languorous
"And think about that COCK you dream of..." She says softly, smiling at me.
"I'm going to watch you getting...fucked one of these days Timmy boy!"
Her voice tinkling up, and down like a wild mountain stream as she plays with me.
And with that, i'm finger deep inside myself.
"Take it out and taste it, whore!" She suddenly commands, and i immediately withdraw. I feel so hot, and i suck the acrid tang stick.
"Mmm." I moan softly, then i'm wanting more.
Taking my hand around the back it goes in and up as i open, then thud it in and...uuff....go in knuckle deep.
"Go on....fuck yourself!"
She's wanking her clit as she eggs me on further.
"You're nothing.....but a....SLUT! She shouts.
"Fuck yourself!"
I do. Imagining a cock gliding rhythmically up into my arse.
"Go on RIDE that arse, explode in his pussy, get him...Pprr..egnant!" She calls to an imaginary stud up behind me.
The chair grates suddenly and she gets up, she gets up to claw and to scratch me. Then her palm is slapping, slapping at my arse.