Paiges Fetish 02 Golden Glory

Encouraging Eric

For weeks, Paige and Eric had done nothing more than blowjobs and simple golden showers. It was almost always the same: she would blow him, and then he would pee on her breasts. She enjoyed it certainly, his warm pee spraying on her nipples still made her cum within seconds.

Paige didn't want to push him into anything he might find offensive, but her experiences with Bill left her wanting more with Eric. She had thought he might try other things, but he was shy and inexperienced, and seemed content to follow her lead.

Bill and Eric both enjoyed oral but in very different ways. Bill fucked her throat like her pussy, rough and hard and deep, and seemed to enjoy making her gag. He liked it best when she was on her back with her head over the edge of the bed. His hands held her neck, choking her, or feeling her throat bulge as his balls pressed against her face.

It typically didn't involve piss - it was about his pleasure, not hers. Sometimes he would have her suck his balls, or rim his butthole. Often, he would fuck her ass first, making her taste herself - usually back and forth from her asshole to her mouth many times before finally shooting his cum down her throat.

Eric was the opposite. He liked to lean back and close his eyes while Paige sucked and licked him. Over their time together, she had learned what he wanted. He loved when she flicked her tongue against the underside of the head of his dick while her hands stroked his shaft. When he was close, she would take his seven inches all the way in, and lick his balls until she felt his cock throbbing, spurting into her throat.

Today was going to be different, she decided. Instead of deepthroating him, Paige pulled back, jerking him until he shot his load on her face.

"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to..."

"Don't be," Paige told him. I wanted you to. Now I want you to wash it off," she added, smirking.

"Oh, of course." Eric reached for a tissue.

"No. Not that way. I want you to wash it off with your pee."

Eric hesitated. "You want me to pee... on your face? Are you sure?"

Paige nodded and led him into the bathroom. He had peed on her many times, but never on her face. Seeing his reluctance, she made it easy for him. Taking his cock in one hand, she directed his stream onto her face. Her other hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit. She tried to watch him, ignoring the sting of his piss in her eyes.

After drenching her face, she leaned forward and took his still-pissing cock into her mouth, drinking his flow as she climaxed. She kept sucking even after he finished. It didn't take long before he was hard again.

"Mmm... I think you're ready for more," she teased. He nodded.

She smiled. "Soon. There's a six-pack in the fridge I want you to drink first. Then you're going to fuck me. And you're going to piss while you do it."

"I don't think I can. Not while I'm hard," Eric told her.

"Then it's time you learned. You can if you need to - and you will need to. I want you to drink a glass of water after every beer. Then you're going to fill my pussy with piss."

Paige was right. An hour later, he had finished the six-pack. She had placed some towels down to protect the rug and then used every trick she knew to get him hard. He had thrust into her only a few times before she felt his hot piss filling her. She came immediately.

Not long after, she felt his cock throbbing as he reached his orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, pressing her into the soaked towels.

Eric didn't often spend the night with her, but this time he did. When he woke the next morning, Paige was under the covers with his semi-hard cock in her mouth. His hand caressed her hair.

She paused her sucking. "Good morning. Do you need to pee?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Good." She straddled his head and lowered her pussy onto his mouth before taking his cock back into her mouth, sucking until her lips were pressed against his pubes.

He relaxed his muscles, releasing a stream into her. She was ready, easily swallowing his warm piss. She loved the strong taste, bitter and pungent. He had barely begun licking her pussy, but she came hard, drenching his face. She kept sucking until his cum filled her mouth.

She turned around and snuggled next to him, caressing his soft cock. "Do you have plans today?"

"Nothing important," he answered.

"Good. I want to be your urinal today. If you need to pee, I want you to do it in my mouth. Okay?"

He nodded, hugging her against him.

Glory Holes

Bill texted her the next day. Paige smiled, wondering what he had planned. It was always something different. He seemed to love experimenting with her fetish, pushing her in new directions. She didn't always like it, but she had learned so much from him.

He had picked her up in the morning and driven to a truck stop. He gave her explicit instructions. She was to enter the men's bathroom and go into the center stall. She would hang her phone from the door and turn on the camera. She was to remain there until he texted her.

Paige did as he directed. She knocked on the bathroom door, but no one answered. She went in. It wasn't clean, but it wasn't as filthy as she had feared. She went into the middle stall and locked the door, turned on her phone's camera, and hung it so it would have a good view of the small stall.

What did Bill want her to do

she wondered. She lowered the toilet seat and sat down, looking at her phone, pursing her lips as she resisted the urge to call him.

She glanced around the narrow stall, reading the ubiquitous graffiti. Then she saw them: a hole drilled through the wall on both sides. Big enough for a tennis ball, perhaps. No, she realized: big enough for a cock.

A few minutes later, her assumption was confirmed. Someone entered the stall next to her. She heard a zipper, and then a soft black cock emerged from the hole like a turtle's head. Even soft, it was quite thick.

She glanced at the camera, then back at the cock.

Did he expect her to suck it?

Before she could decide, the man began to piss. The stream surprised her for a second, splashing into her. Without thinking, she leaned over and took it into her mouth.

The hot, strong taste had its usual effect on her: she climaxed. She managed to swallow most of it.

"Thank you," she said, as Bill had trained her. The man grunted, but didn't withdraw his cock. She leaned down and took him in her mouth again, prepared for more. But this time she felt his cock getting hard and thrusting.

Dutifully, she began to bob back and forth along his shaft. It had grown too long for her to deepthroat, so she used her hand to stroke him. A few minutes later, his cum spurted into her mouth.

As his cock softened, he pulled it back. She heard a zipper, and then his stall door opening. "I'll be back after breakfast. Use your ass next time," a deep voice told her.

"Okay," she agreed, not sure what else to do.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and someone came in. Paige quickly undressed and hung her clothes from the stall latch. She didn't mind getting piss on them, but she wasn't sure how long she would have to stay here.

This man entered the stall on her other side. His cock was already hard when he pushed it through the hole. It wasn't as long as the first one. She took it in her mouth and sucked. He began thrusting immediately. He came quickly. She was glad he didn't pull out after he finished. She caressed his cock, hoping to encourage him.

"Don't worry, I will," he said, guessing her thoughts. "The sign's clear enough."

"Sign?" She asked.

"Yeah. It says

anything goes as long as you piss

," he explained.

Bill must have posted some kind of sign, she realized. That was so like him.

"Ready?" the man asked.

She opened her mouth. He didn't make her wait; his warm piss came out fast and strong. Unlike the previous guy, he didn't pause to let her swallow. She did her best, but it was too much, too fast. She sucked him in as deep as she could so the piss would flow straight down her throat. She came again before he finished.

Ten minutes later, two guys came in together. Paige wasn't surprised when a cock was stuffed through each hole. She stroked both, quickly getting them hard. She took one in her mouth and then bent over and reached between her legs, guiding tthe other one into her pussy.

As they thrust, she was pushed back and forth, one cock slamming into her cunt, and the into her throat. It only seemed like two minutes before they were both spurting, filling her with warm gooey cum.

The one in her cunt didn't stop. She quickly realized he was pissing. The warm fluid was leaking out of her, running down her legs. She captured what she could and rubbed it on her clit, climaxing.

Moments later, the cock in her mouth began to piss. She drank a few mouthfuls and then guided the stream onto her hanging tits. It make her cum again.

Word must have gotten out; more men kept coming into the bathroom. Whenever one cock pulled out, a different one quickly replaced it. She lost count of how many she sucked or fucked.

Some guys wanted her mouth, some her pussy. Most didn't care, they just wanted to cum and piss. She didn't know how much pee she had already consumed, but she felt full. She needed to pee, but didn't get a chance to sit down. Instead, she just let her flow stream onto the floor.

One guy must have had to go bad; he started pissing before she could get his small soft dick into her pussy. Paige loved it. She let his piss drench her for a while, but when he showed no sign of slowing, she turned around and took him into her mouth.

He kept going longer than she thought possible. She lost track of how many mouthfuls she had swallowed, but her belly was swollen. When he finally finished, he was replaced by a long, thick black cock: the first man was back for more. She took the huge head into her mouth, doing her best to take a few inches, but he was so thick.

"That's enough spit. Turn around." Then Paige remembered what he had said: he wanted her ass.

My god

she thought.

It would never fit. It looked as thick as a soda can.

But she knew Bill was watching, and she didn't want to find out what he would do if she refused. She turned around and guided the beast to her asshole.

If it had been Bill, he would have just grabbed her hips and forced his way in.

At least this guy can't do that

she thought. And then she realized what that meant: she would have to force herself onto him. She braced her hands against the other wall and pushed. She could feel the pressure, but her asshole was too tight.

The hole in front of her didn't stay empty for long. Another cock pushed through. Reflexively, she opened her mouth. The Black man suddenly thrust forward hard. Her asshole stretched open painfully. She would have screamed but the cock in her mouth was forced into her throat.

She had to breathe, and there was only one option: she had to move back. She pushed hard against the wall, forcing the huge cock deep into her sore ass. The guy in her mouth came first, and then started pissing. It made her cum, but she couldn't swallow another drop. She let it spill out of her mouth and puddle on the already wet floor.

Thankfully, no one else came in. She did her best to remain in place while the cock in her ass thrust in and out. A few minutes later, he pulled out. "Turn around. I want to cum in your mouth." She obeyed, getting on her knees and opening her mouth wide, taking him in.

"Not yet. Clean it first... with your tongue."

Paige licked the glistening shaft that had just been buried deep in her ass, doing her best to clean it thoroughly.

"That's enough. Now, jerk me into your mouth."

She took the huge head into her mouth and wrapped her hands around the shaft. Her fingers didn't even reach fully around it. But she did her best, sucking and jerking, and finally, she was rewarded with a thick spurt of cum.

When he pulled out, she thanked him again. He pushed a folded piece of paper through the hole. "Call me if you want to get fucked like that again."

*ping*

She glanced at her phone: a message from Bill.

Come back to the car. Don't bother dressing.

Paige gathered her clothes and her phone and headed back to the car. A few truckers noticed her, but she ignored them. Bill had covered her seat with a towel. "You did well." His praise made her tingle.

Back at his house, Bill let her shower and pee, and then poured her a glass of wine. It had been an exhausting morning, but she was starting to feel better. "How about we relax and watch a movie?" he suggested.

She nodded. He had her sit in his lap and lean back into him. He eased his cock into her but didn't fuck her, he just stayed in her, massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples. She loved it.

He pressed play on his remote. He was playing the video from her phone, She watched as the long black cock began to pee on her. It was strangely erotic, but not like the real thing at all. Then she felt a warmth spreading inside her, and realized Bill was pissing. His hand found her clit. The combination of his piss, his caresses, and the video made her climax over and over.

Every time someone on the screen pissed, Bill did too, making her cum as she watched herself cumming on the screen. It was a long, wonderful evening.