My Flatmate Still Pissed

I dipped the sopping mop back into the bucket as my memories wandered back a few months. In my mind's eye I pictured just what had happened here in this very bathroom with my flatmate Margot and her friend Tonia. It had been the sexiest fucking experience of my life as Tonia's zest for adventures brought the three of us into the bathroom to watch me pee. The girls were tipsy and one thing led to another until the duo ended up in the bathtub while I emptied my bladder over their faces, their hair and their bodies.

A bolt of pleasure shuddered through me as I recalled how each of the girls handled my cock like a hosepipe to spray tepid piss all over their gorgeous naked skin. As if that wasn't enough, Margot afterwards took my cock into her mouth and brought me hard until I came down her throat, and then I had the absolute pleasure of watching them share my cum. Fuck that was a magical night. We all showered afterwards and just went back into the living room and continued to watch a movie like nothing had ever happened.

Unfortunately, nothing had happened since. Tonia departed at the end of the night and we kissed our goodbyes with a nonchalant, "We should do it again," but nothing ever eventuated. Margot and I just went back to our regular household routine and she never again brought up our kinky evening. I tried to raise the prospect of going back for more, but she just batted me away each time, expressing disinterest. We continued to host our Sunday night 'family meal nights' where we dressed nicely and invited people over for dinner, but they were just vanilla affairs with bland people and nothing at all like the brash forwardness of Tonia.

Since then, when it came to dividing the household chores between Margot and myself, I had keenly volunteered for bathroom duties. Secretly I hoped that somehow it might lead to another golden shower episode with Margot during our weekly cleaning rituals. Although it had never occurred, the room became my happy place with the memories of that short episode enough to keep my mind occupied and my cock hard thinking of my newfound pissing penchant.

It had been almost six months since that liaison and our lives had continued in the standard student regimen -- classes, study, sleep and a party every now and then. Margot continued with her dating routine, cycling between a few guys and occasionally bringing one of them back to our apartment. I think she was definitely signaling that she had no romantic inclinations for me. Whenever I saw Margot together with one of her boyfriends, I wondered if they also engaged in pee games, but I was never brave enough to ask.

One Sunday morning, I asked Margot if she had invited anyone over for our 'family meal night' that evening and confessed that I hadn't yet planned the menu.

"Oh, I'm so glad you reminded me," said Margot. "Tonia has invited us over for dinner tonight. Did I forget to tell you?"

My heart skipped a beat. Tonia was Margot's friend from the Literature department at college, and she was the third in the pee games that night. I had not seen her since that time -- not at our place or around the campus. This was the best news I'd heard in forever, and I instantly thought it might lead to an opportunity to repeat the best night of my life.

"Fantastic!" I replied. I definitely wanted to show I was keen. "Is there a special occasion?"

"No, I don't think so. She just said that I was looking really stressed with our upcoming final exams and that I needed some relief," explained Margot. "She said it might be time for some reciprocation, whatever that means."

Of course, I knew what the word 'reciprocation' meant. I had high hopes for what it implied in practice -- but did it mean a return of the dinner favour, or something more?

I couldn't help thinking about it all day and when the evening finally rolled around I dressed in my Sunday best out of force of habit, if nothing else. I wore a button-up shirt and trousers, both being unusual for me, while Margot donned the same dark floral dress that she wore at our last dinner with Tonia with a knitted shawl across her shoulders to ward off the cold. I loved the way that the fabric flowed down her body and I tried to subtly spy the part of the dress where my urine had splashed on her to see if any marks remained, but my glances were clumsy and obvious and I didn't want to put her off.

Before I knew it, it was almost time to leave, and I suddenly realised that we had no gift or contributions for Tonia's dinner. I suggested to Margot that we might call into the bottle-shop on the way to buy something nice.

"No need," announced Margot. "I've got it all under control." She opened the fridge, pulled out two bottles of champagne and held them aloft. "What do you think?"

I thought the gift of champagne was absolutely perfect. My mind was already racing, thinking of the connotations of two girls, a couple of bottles of champers and me. My mind darted to images of naked bodies, champagne spilling across skin and me standing above in a domineering pose when Margot interrupted.

"The Uber's here!" she shouted from the front door.

Margot and I had to double check the address when we arrived. The house was so grandiose and elegant that it really didn't look like a student abode. A white picket fence guarded a manicured lawn with roses planted around the perimeter and a stone pathway led to an imposing entrance. Spires on each side of the house spied onto the lawn. The garden and porch lights were all beaming, offering a warm sign that our host awaited us.

Just as we ascended the short stairway to the porch, Tonia opened the front door with a welcoming smile. She work a long black elegant shimmering night gown, with white heels and sparkling jewellery. She opened the door fully and stood to one side to accommodate us in the entrance.

"Wow!" I exclaimed in awe. "This place is amazing. How many people live here?"

"Just me," replied Tonia. She took Margot's shawl to hang on a coat stand in the entry and we all proceeded to the spacious living room.

"We brought you these." Margot handed across the two bottles.

"How sweet!" replied Tonia accepting the offering, and she disappeared to the kitchen momentarily. "Grab a seat and I'll be there in a second." Margot sat on one sofa while I assumed a position on another. I heard the oven open and close, the rattle of a tray, a few clinks and then the familiar pop of a champagne cork.

Tonia glided into the room with a bottle in one hand and three upside down flutes in the other. In one dexterous move, she flipped all three glasses over in the same hand, holding the slender flutes upright with the stems between her fingers. She poured three deep glasses and handed them around.

"Cheers!" she saluted, and we all clinked glasses and took a sip.

"To happy times," said Margot.

"Happy times," we repeated in concert.

Tonia descended into an armchair, delicately draping her forearms on the supports and she crossed her legs. Immediately, I discerned that Tonia had changed. Since last we met, she now exuded a more sophisticated style. It was not just her looks and her attire. It was her whole attitude and the way that she held herself. Now she seemed more confident and in control. Tonia still radiated friendliness and an aura of fun, but now she seemed to just own the room.

Before the chit chat had even begun, Tonia broke the ice by broaching the most important topic that was weighing on my mind.

"So, shall we do it again?" she asked.

My eyes must have bugged out of my head. This was like a dream coming true. Margot looked to me for some sort of reaction, but I didn't know what to say. The moment hung in the air, all dependent on Margot's response. She was obviously mulling it over, but I'm sure my face was desperately pleading the yes case.

For a split second I had a crisis of confidence. What if Tonia was not actually asking what I thought she was asking. I was pretty sure it was an invitation to engage in the pee play like last time, but what if I'd missed some memo and it was about something completely different.

"Sure," Margot answered curtly. Phew. It was what I thought it was.

"Great," smiled Tonia. "Well drink up. Let's just relax and let the night unfold."

We socialized in the living room and rapidly finished the first bottle before a chime rang out reminding Tonia that the meal was ready. We shifted into a vast dining room and the three of us sat around the end of a long ten-seater dining suite to consume Tonia's delicacies.

She served up a sequence of delicious tapas bites to complement our conversation and all the while we continued to consume the champagne before moving on to additional bottles that Tonia brought from the kitchen. We shared university experiences and discussed current affairs and as the dinner wore on I could feel my inhibitions slide away with the alcohol.

"I'm feeling myself filling up," I announced. "Should I go to the bathroom?" I had been keeping up my hydration, but I wanted to make sure I had something to offer when the time was right for games that night.

"Magnus," sighed Margot in a disappointed kind of way.

"Whatever pleases you Magnus," comforted Tonia. "There's plenty of time left in the evening, and plenty more where this came from." Her long fingernails tapped on a bottle.

I decided to excuse myself momentarily and visited the loo. It was a standalone toilet, and the shower and bath were obviously in separate facilities somewhere else in the house. I was pleased to observe that my pee came easily -- it was pale and flowed with vigour and I made doubly sure to leave no mess.

When I returned to the table, the girls were talking about Tonia's masters research topic in literature.

"It was on Donna Tartt, wasn't it?" I interrupted. It was about the only aspect that I remembered from our conversation last time.

"No, Tonia's changed topics," Margot informed me. I didn't even realise that was possible once you'd started a research project.

"Yes Donna Tartt was a good subject, but her only real work of substance was the Goldfinch novel and people have analysed that to death. I've gone in for something deeper and more significant with a far greater impact on the American psyche," Tonia informed us.

"What's that?" I asked innocently, preparing myself to zone out with some speech promoting feminist literature.

"Sadism," Tonia bluntly replied with a straight face.

"What?" exclaimed Margot, almost coughing up her dolmade.

"Yeah, I'm exploring the dual role of disgust and eroticism in literature, starting with Juliette by the Marquis de Sade, and how it's found its way into American culture, you know, as the basis of modern sadism."

"Oh, I get it. Sadism. Comes from his name Sade. I didn't know that," I admitted.

"Well of course," Tonia replied matter of fact.

"Oh, I didn't know that either," said Margot, siding with me.

"Look at you two," Tonia laughed. "You are just so cute and innocent!"

I felt that Tonia had been our peer at our last encounter at dinner six months ago, but in ways of the world she seemed to have moved ahead of Margot and me in leaps and bounds.

There were all sorts of cues like her dress and her language. The fact that she was now studying sadism. But most of all it was just her poise, and just how she held herself. Tonia had transformed from a bubbly Daisy Duke to a sophisticated glamour. I had the feeling that there was still a lot more under the surface.

"So if you've changed your topic, did you have to change your supervisor too?" I asked out of interest.

"Yes. I'm with Professor Ricatti now. He's very knowledgeable in this area," replied Tonia with a hint of pride.

"You mean Professor Leather Jacket?" laughed Margot in a demeaning way.

"What do you mean?" asked Tonia.

"He always wears that brown leather jacket. Like everywhere. In lectures, in his office, in the cafe. Every day," said Margot.

"You mean like that one in the doorway tonight?" I asked, recalling the coat stand where Tonia hung Margot's shawl.

Margot's face pivoted straight to Tonia and a silent and serious atmosphere descended.

"Are you serious Tonia? Ricatti!?" demanded Margot.

"Sure." Tonia's face betrayed her secret.

"Are you living together? Is this Ricatti's house?"

"No, we're not living together, but yes, this is his place. We have an arrangement."

"Is he here tonight?" demanded Margot.

"No, no. Don't be silly. He's not here," said Tonia awkwardly laughing off the suggestion. "It's just the three of us."

I didn't know this Ricatti guy, and I wasn't sure what was the problem. Everyone was an adult. I'm sure relationships with students were frowned upon, but it wouldn't be the first time in academia.

Tonia shared the last of the Chablis between our three glasses, and spoke with an upbeat tone to switch the conversation. "Hey, are we going to do this thing tonight or what?" She smiled, stood up and lifted her glass. "Bring your drinks along. Let's get this show on the road."

Tonia spun on her heels and coasted out of the dining room. She led Margot and me upstairs to a long hallway, she opened the first door on the left, and swiveled back to extend a welcoming hand. I could see dim red light spilling out of the room as we approached and Tonia took both of our hands in her own and dragged us gently through the door.

At our first interlude, the three of us had explored the world of pee play for the first time as amateurs. Now, as Tonia ushered us into the chamber, she exuded an aura of experience. In the six months since we first met, it was obvious that her horizons had broadened, and now she was confidently leading us into her world.

Margot and I gazed around a bedroom with a difference. Soft reddish ceiling lights illuminated the space. In the centre of the room was an enormous circular bed, of regular height but around seven feet diameter. It was configured with a white base sheet and a collection of pink pillows and cushions stacked in the centre. Although there were no 'corners' to the circle, four low bedposts were arranged around the perimeter, each adorned with strong metal loops on the top. One entire wall was floor-to-ceiling mirror panels and there was one small dresser in the far corner of the room. And that was it. No wardrobes, no clothes and none of the other paraphernalia of a regular bedroom.

Tonia gulped the last of her wine and placed the glass on the dresser. She started fidgeting behind her neck to unfasten the clasp of her dress in an obvious sign that the game was on.

"OK, let's go girl," Tonia invited Margot.

Margot drained the last of her wine and I followed suit. Margot handed me her glass and immediately began to disrobe, while I hurried to dispose of the glasses so that I too could participate. I was so excited that I could feel the pee in my bladder starting to bubble to the surface in readiness for tonight's session.

When I turned back from the dresser, the girls' outer layers were discarded and they were standing close, admiring the other, each wearing white lingerie of remarkably similar styles. I had dressed in my most respectable underwear, but it was nothing in comparison to the girls' sexy outfits. I began to unbutton my shirt when Tonia spied my movements.

"Not you Magnus," she said sternly. "You stay dressed. For now anyway."

With absolute comfort in each other's presence and a complete lack of self consciousness, the girls faced each other and simply removed all traces of underwear. As they drew their panties down to their ankles it was obvious that they both sported bare mounds, and even in the dim light I could discern that they were freshly shaven. Along with the similarity of lingerie it made me wonder if the pair had coordinated tonight's events ahead of time.

Tonia strutted into Margot's space, curled her hand around the back of Margot's head and pulled her face into her own, their lips merging in an extended kiss. I could make out Tonia's fingers gripping into Margot's hair, clutching a handful of locks as she pulled her companion in close against her naked body.

Fuck, it was so hot to watch, and it triggered memories of last time when I sprayed the two naked girls with my piss as they held their faces together. I wondered how long I'd have to wait to be invited to do it all again.

Tonia broke from the kiss and pulled Margot's head away, retaining a grip on the hair behind her neck with a hint of domination before reluctantly releasing her.

"Magnus, you lie down here," she instructed, pointing to the huge round bed.

Tonia bulldozed all of the pillows off the mattress and I sat on the edge of the bed. I wiggled my ass back a little as Tonia gently pressed against my chest, until I was lying fully onto my back and I threw my hands overhead in surrender. Tonia crawled onto the bed on all fours while Margot watched from the sidelines.

"Into the middle," Tonia declared and I followed instructions, shuffling into place.

"Arms up! Legs out!" demanded Tonia and she started manhandling my limbs to position me in a spreadeagled posture. I had no objections whatsoever. While she was shuffling around on the bed and guiding me this way and that, her heavy tits hung low and her round thick nipples hovered near my face, just out of range of my mouth.

Tonia then proceeded to place my wrists and ankles onto the four posts and tightened some leather straps to keep me secured. Margot just stood naked at the beside, nibbled on her thumb and watched while Tonia did the hard work.

I concluded that Tonia could have dismounted from the bed to fasten all the tie-downs, but instead she crawled over the top of me, bringing her nakedness tantalisingly close to me all the while. As she turned this way and that to attend to my wrists and then my ankles, I was awarded a magnificent view of her body from all angles, crawling around on all fours to show off her drooping tits, and then her ass and pussy.

I started feeling somewhat vulnerable but in my slightly drunk state I didn't quite register exactly what was happening. My mind was still hung up thinking about the upcoming opportunity to pee with the girls holding my dick.

When Tonia was finished with all the bindings, she straddled one of my legs at thigh level and then lowered her ass onto my knee, again offering me a wonderful sight. She smiled and unzipped my trousers, digging her sharp fingers into my pants and worked my cock and balls out of the fly. At our previous interlude, my cock remained soft until all my pee was done, but tonight all the girls' stimulus had hardened me up.

Strangely, Tonia fastened my fly button again, leaving my erect cock protruding from the zipper. She roughly tucked my shirt back into my waistband, but it wasn't a very thorough job. Tonia dismounted and stood beside Margot, curling her hand around her friend's waist as Margot's arm rested on Tonia's shoulder. I tested my bindings and found that the straps afforded my arms and legs a little movement, but the straps were definitely stronger than me.

Tonia laughed as I strained against the leather. "Don't worry Magnus, we're not going to hurt you." It was not a cruel taunt, but she was definitely expressing who was boss.

Hurt me? What did she mean? All of a sudden I felt defenseless and uneasy. It was strange to be the one feeling exposed when I was still wearing the clothes and the two girls were stark naked.

"Margot come over here," summoned Tonia.

Margot stepped up onto the soft mattress, using Tonia's hand to steady her balance. She simply followed Tonia's instruction without question or hesitation, and I felt certain that in the past Margot would have resisted, or at least asked what was going on.

"When do I get to pee?" I asked, feeling a big confused about how I was going to squeeze out a piss on the girls while I was flat on my back and restrained.