Paiges Fetish 01 Acceptance

One Year Ago

"Would you like to come in?" Paige asked, her pale skin blushing, her eyes downcast.

It was only their first date, but the evening had been quite pleasant.

So far

, she thought. Like most of her dates, they had met on a dating app.

Bruce smiled. "Well, I didn't walk you to your door just to be nice. Of course I want to come in."

He wasn't the nicest guy she had taken home, nor the most attractive - but she had learned not to be picky. She didn't really care what he looked like.

Paige was pretty enough, but certainly no cover girl. She had red hair and freckles and was a bit pudgy. She didn't wear much make-up, but her green eyes were pretty, and her breasts were ample.

She was only 22, but usually ended up with older men - the guys in college had never worked out.

She guided him into her living room. Bruce looked around before asking, "Hey, where's the TV? I wanted to check the score. Big game tonight."

"Oh, sorry, I don't actually own a television. I usually just watch on my laptop," she explained.

"Before we go any further, I need to confess something." She had had this conversation many times with different men, and it never went well.

"Oh?"

"I have a... fetish," she admitted.

"A fetish? I'm not really into feet stuff," he cut her off.

"No, no, not feet," she responded. "You know how some people have a cum kink?" she asked, almost whispering.

"Yeah, I guess."

"It's like that... but it's more than just a kink; it's a fetish for me. I can't get aroused without it."

"Hmm. I might know a few sites. Where's your laptop?" Bruce suggested.

She shook her head. "It has to be... real. I've tried pictures, but they don't have any effect."

"The sight of a man... squirting... turns me on like nothing else. Even the sound of it turns me on. The smell is... intoxicating. The feel of it is enough to make me wet. But the taste... oh god the taste..." She was flushed and breathing hard just thinking about it.

"Okay... so..." he stammered, trying to figure out what she was saying.

"But when a man does it on me? Or even better,

in

me? God, I love the feeling. Or into my mouth? I can orgasm just from that..."

"Wow. You are freaky!" Bruce laughed. "You want me to give you a facial, is that what you're saying?"

"Yes... And, no."

Paige sighed. Now comes the hard part. This is where most men just shake their heads and leave.

"I would love a... facial. But not with cum. My fetish is for... urine." There. It was out. No taking it back now.

"Urine? You want me to piss on you? Damn, bitch."

"It's okay if you don't want to. I understand. I'm sorry I brought it up."

"Tell you what. You suck my cock, and I'll piss on you. But you have to go first, I'll need to chug a few beers."

"Deal." Paige didn't mind giving blowjobs. It didn't really do much for her, but she liked getting guys off. Some of them offered to go down on her, but she usually declined. It felt okay - sometimes even good. But more often than not, it was just frustrating.

She went to the kitchen and returned with a couple of cold bottles of Corona and an opener. She handed them to Bruce. He opened one and took a long swig.

"Well, go ahead. It's not going to suck itself." He laughed at his own joke.

Paige knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants. He leaned back and watched, drinking his beer while she fished his cock out. He was soft and on the small side. She easily sucked him into her warm mouth.

She pulled off her top and removed her bra - she knew most men liked her tits - then went back to sucking. He got hard quickly; she was good with her tongue. Even hard, she had no trouble taking his five inches all the way in.

"Oh yeah, that's good." He finished his first beer and opened a second.

It didn't take long before she felt his cock spasm and spurt into her mouth. He didn't warn her, but she was ready and had no trouble swallowing his load. She was starting to get excited, realizing her turn was coming.

"Ready? Let's go to my bathroom - in case it gets a bit messy," she suggested.

Paige slipped off the rest of her clothing, revealing a thick red bush. She stepped into her shower and knelt. "I'm ready when you are," she smiled.

He stood before her, holding his cock. Paige waited patiently; she didn't want to pressure him.

"Uhh... I'm not sure about this." He turned around and released his stream into her toilet. The sound of the splashing made her moan softly, knowing what she was missing. She hoped he would turn back around, but she knew better. He finished quickly.

"Don't flush!" She pleaded.

"You're a sick fuck, aren't you?" He turned and left without saying another word.

Paige climbed out of the shower and knelt by the toilet. She leaned over the bowl, breathing in the pungent odor, while her hand began rubbing her clit. She noticed a few drops of pee on the seat and licked them up, rubbing hard, trying to cum.

It wasn't enough. She couldn't overcome his revulsion. She flushed the toilet and went to bed, frustrated and alone as usual.

Two Years Ago

-

How Paige discovered her fetish

Paige's friend X had convinced her to attend the frat party. Though she tended to be introverted and would much rather spend the evening alone in her dorm room reading, X insisted, and Paige finally agreed.

She had gone out with several guys at the university, but found the experiences quite unsatisfying.

Paige didn't usually drink much, but the frat house's AC wasn't keeping up with the demand. It was a warm evening, and the house was crowded with people carousing. There were kegs of cheap beer, but Paige didn't like the taste, so she had switched to the punch. She could tell it had alcohol, but she didn't realize how much. After two cups, she was already buzzed, and the guys kept filling her cup.

There was a line for the bathroom on the main level, so Paige headed upstairs. She found one and waited until the current occupant was finished. It wasn't the nicest bathroom she had been in, but for a frat house, it could have been worse. It smelled like pee, but Paige didn't mind. She'd never admitted it to anyone, but she rather liked the scent.

She had just started to pee when the door opened and one of the frat members came in. She must have forgotten to lock it.

"I'll be done in a minute," she told him, expecting he would leave.

"I can't wait," he explained. "You shouldn't be in here anyway, this one's not for guests."

Before she could object, he was standing in front of her, his jeans unzipped and his cock pulled out.

"Don't move," he warned, and started peeing in the gap between her legs.

Paige was stunned by his action, but felt helpless to do anything. She had finished peeing, but he had just started, and she couldn't move without getting drenched.

But there was something else, too. Maybe it was all the punch, but the sight, smell, and sound of his stream made her dizzy. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth dropped open as she watched.

He wobbled slightly - he was probably drunk too - and his flow brushed against her bare thigh. It felt like an electric charge surging through her. "Ohhhh..." She moaned uncontrollably.

"You like that?" He noticed and aimed his stream into her red bush. Waves of pleasure coursed through her. As the warm liquid sprayed against her clit, Paige climaxed, her squirt mixing with his piss. It was her first orgasm, and it left her dazed.

She gradually recovered as his flow slowed to a trickle. Without thinking, she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth, sucking out the last few drops of piss, savoring the taste. It never occurred to her how taboo it was, she just knew she needed to do it.

He quickly hardened. Holding her head with both hands, he thrust his long cock into her throat. Paige's hand was between her legs, rubbing his piss into her pussy. She climaxed again. He followed soon after, spurting his cum deep into her throat, holding her head pressed against him, gagging her as his balls drained. She didn't care. All she could think about was his piss.

The rest of the party was a blur. He must have told his frat brothers, because more guys kept coming into the bathroom, sometimes two at a time. There was even a line at the door.

At some point, she ended up in the shower, naked. Most of they guys just pissed on her - usually her tits, but sometimes her hair, her face, or her pussy. A few of the braver ones used her mouth. She welcomed it, drinking what she could, and in a constant state of arousal. She lost count of how many times she climaxed.

None tried to fuck her; but a few did jerk-off on her. She didn't care, as long as they pissed on her. She ended up passing out in the shower, soaking in a puddle of piss. Someone must have covered her during the night, using her clothes - they were still damp with piss. Even putting on the clothes aroused her, and she climaxed again getting dressed.

What was wrong with her?

she wondered.

That night explained why she didn't date in college. A few guys approached her, but she had no intention of repeating her actions, at least not sober. She had no idea what a fetish was. Even thinking about it felt wrong to her.

Present Day

-

Embracing her fetish

It had taken months and a good therapist, but Paige finally accepted that there was nothing wrong with her. It took even longer for her to consider embracing her fetish.

But recently, with the help of two very different men, she had been making real progress.

Eric was young - a year younger than Paige. He was skinny, with shaggy blond hair. Neither of them was experienced, but they were both adventurous. They had been casually going out for a few weeks, mostly as friends, when he discovered her fetish.

Out camping and hiking one weekend, Eric had stepped off the trail to pee. Paige couldn't resist the urge to spy on him, and he noticed her watching. He was very nice about it and wasn't shy or embarrassed. But he did tease her until she explained her fetish.

He shrugged. "Heck, I'd pee on you if you want me to. I don't think it's gross."

"Really? Oh... Well... Umm... I guess we could try..." She stammered. She was getting excited thinking about it - it had been years since she'd had an orgasm.

He calmed her. "Maybe this evening? I mean, I just went..."

She laughed. "Yeah, okay. I didn't mean right now."

Back at the campsite, they had changed into swimsuits and walked to the nearby lake. He was nervous, but he had been drinking as much water as he could for the last few hours and really needed to pee. Paige knelt in the sand and smiled up at him. He closed his eyes and tried to relax.

His stream splashed into her, and they both moaned at the same time - her in pleasure, him in relief. They both laughed, breaking the tension. Paige lowered the top of her suit, exposing her breasts. He directed his stream at her nipples, forcing her to moan again.

Her hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her clit through her suit. Eric lowered his aim until he was drenching her hand. She slid the fabric aside, exposing her thick red bush. He sprayed her pussy with is warm piss, pushing her over the edge.

When he finally finished, she smiled up at him. "That was wonderful!"

"Do you want to wash off in the lake?" He asked, helping her up.

She shook her head. "I want to fall asleep like this. Is that okay?" He nodded.

Since then, he had given her many more golden showers. Eric loved making her cum just by peeing on her.

Paige usually gave him a blowjob first, and then they moved to the bathroom, where he would drench her with a long, warm golden shower. She enjoyed it so much that she didn't want to risk turning him off by trying other things, like drinking his stream. Though after he left, she sometimes sucked on the washcloth she had used to dry herself, tasting his pee while she brought herself to another climax.

Things with Bill were completely different. He was an older man, twice her age.

She still had no idea how he had found out about her fetish, but somehow he knew. One day, he had approached her as she was leaving work and insisted on taking her out. She had agreed. He was polite, well-dressed, and quite attractive. He had dark hair with a thick, well-trimmed beard - both sprinkled with grey. His steel-blue eyes seemed to pierce through her.

Their first "date" had been intense. After a fancy dinner with two bottles of expensive wine, he had taken her home. Somehow, he ended up coming in - she doesn't remember inviting him. Before she realized what was happening, they were in her bed and she was sucking his cock. And then things got weird.

Her mouth filled with his hot piss. "Drink it. Try not to spill." He had paused to give her a chance to swallow, but as soon as she did, he filled her mouth again... and again. She felt a surge of intense pleasure as she climaxed. He didn't stop, even after his piss began to spill out of her mouth. Instead, he pulled back and sprayed her face. She had loved it.

He hadn't cum himself, but he didn't seem to find. After tucking his cock into his trousers, he stood looking at her waiting. She had no idea what he expected.

"I'm waiting for you to thank me," he told her.

"Th... thank you," was all she could manage.

He nodded. "I don't want to have to remind you next time." He had left without another word.

Bill met her again two days later. This time, he made her kneel in the parking lot. He emptied his bladder, drenching her hair and clothes with his warm piss. She opened her mouth, assuming he wanted her to drink his piss again, but he ignored her. She still climaxed. This time, she remembered to thank him. He patted her head and left her on her knees, dripping wet.

Over the next few weeks, he had met her almost every day. Each encounter was different. Once he had bent her over her couch and thrust his cock into her, fucking her until he came. But he didn't stop there. She felt his cock throbbing as he filled her cunt with piss until it sprayed out of her. She must have cum a dozen times; she almost passed out from the intense pleasure.

He smacked her ass, over and over until she remembered to thank him. Her normally pale bottom was bright red for days. For some reason she couldn't fathom, she didn't mind. Every time she sat down, the pain reminded her of the pleasure.

Once he had taken her into a grungy gas station bathroom, where he told her to masturbate while he pissed on her. She climaxed many times. When she forgot to thank him, he left her there. She called Eric to take her home, but she didn't know how to explain why she was drenched in piss.

A few days ago, Bill had texted her, telling her to meet him at a fancy restaurant near her office. When she had finished her first glass of wine, he refilled her glass under the table - with piss. She drank it as quickly as she could, and thanked him - the waiter didn't seem to notice.

All evening she alternated between a glass of wine and a glass of piss. He even made her fill up the last few glasses herself. She had never tasted her own piss before.

Back at her house, he bent her over her couch again. But this time, he told her to reach back and spread her cheeks. Before she could object, he forced his cock into her virgin asshole. It was painful at first, but when he started pissing, she climaxed.

He filled her with more than she thought possible. Then he pulled out, and inserted a buttplug.

"I want you to leave that in all night," he directed.

She nodded. "Thank you," she whispered.

Tonight was going to be special, he had told her. It was her first time at his house. She suspected he was wealthy, but she was still surprised to see just how luxurious it was. He met her at the door and told her to remove her clothes. She complied; she was used to following his orders.

He led her upstairs to an elegant bathroom - it seemed more spacious than her bedroom. He took her hand and guided her to the fancy bathtub.

She stopped, her mouth agape. "Is that..." she started to ask.

"Yes. Get in. I want you to cum while you're covered in my piss."

She stepped gingerly into the tub. It must have been headed; the piss was quite warm. Her legs trembled as she lowered herself in. Her entire body tingled with pleasure. She couldn't put the feeling into words. "Thank you," she told him, and she meant it.

Bill undressed and stood by the tub. "Play with yourself," he commanded.

She leaned back and eased down into the warm piss, with only her head above the liquid. She reached between her legs, and began to rub her clit. He pressed a button, activating the jacuzzi. Underwater valves opened, massaging her from all sides with sprays of piss. Just as her orgasm overwhelmed her, Bill began pissing onto the only part of her exposed: her face. She opened her mouth, drinking as fast as she could.