The Lesbian Wet Bar Rosies Story

This story contains piss/golden shower scenes. Do not read if this offends.

PART ONE:

Rosie stood naked in front of her full length mirror and admired her body. She thought she looked better at 45 years old than when she was in her twenties. At 6' 1" she was tall. Some lovers had said Amazonian. It was the single reason she always wore flats.

Rosie turned to the left and spied her slim tummy. She weighed in at 120 pounds but hardly ever worked out. She always thanked God for good genetics. She tapped her tummy to affirm then moved her hand down to her freshly waxed pussy mound to confirm her smoothness.

Rosie did a 180 degree spin and viewed the opposite profile as per her usual routine as she readied herself for a night at the lesbian bar. She sighed and tapped each tiny breast. She was always disappointed at this stage. She hated her very flat chest A cups. Oddly enough, she always got compliments but it was always because of the skin tone. She was pale in tone but her areolas and nipples were a VERY dark brown.

An alarm from another room sounded and Rosie pulled herself away from her routine. She ran to the kitchen, grabbed a cup from the counter, filled it with water from the fridge and downed the glass in one long swallow.

This also was part of her preparation. The bar she attended every Friday night was a "wet" bar. It simply meant it was a bar whose theme was not only lesbianism, but also an open policy on golden showers, or pissing.

Rosie knew at an early age she was a lesbian. As a matter of fact the realization happened exactly five seconds after she had given her one and only blow job to a guy. She tasted the cum and decided pussy had to taste better. Once she tried her first pussy, she was hooked.

The golden shower kink happened much later in life. Rosie was in her early thirties when a lover had asked her to pee on her. She acquiesced in the heat of the moment and found she really liked the power she had felt doing it. It had cemented her love of a pee kink as well as being more of a dominant.

This only played out for Rosie as a giver. She had let the said lover pee on herself but instantly knew it wasn't for her. She was a giver and a giver only. It was hard to find lovers after that. Well, lovers who had a pee kink anyways. That changed when the wet bar opened. It was filled with nothing but lesbians with the same fetish. And the openness of the sexual acts that played out just made it that much hotter!

Rosie set the glass back onto the counter then reached inside her fridge for a cold beer. She opened the top and in three quick swallows had the liquid gone. She already felt a piss coming on but she knew she had to keep drinking liquids to keep it flowing the whole night. She set the timer for another thirty minutes then headed back to her bedroom.

She bypassed the mirror this time and opened a dresser drawer. Rosie pulled out some sheer white leggings. Not quite yoga pants but similar. She struggled to get them on as they were made to be skin tight, but she eventually got there. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed that they were totally see through and exposed herself.

She then made her way to the closet and pulled out her tight white see through crop top and pulled it on. Another quick glance in the mirror confirmed just how see through it was. It really accentuated the darkness of her nipples. Once again, this was done purposely.

Into her jewelry box Rosie went to pull out a thin, gold collar that had two thin, gold chains hanging from it. At the end of the chains were alligator clips. She cinched the collar around her neck then, carefully but with the ease of experience, pulled each side of her top out so she could attach one clip to each nipple. A glance in the mirror satisfied Rosie that the chains and clamps could be seen through the top.

At this point Rosie always had a hitch in her breath because her favorite part of the routine was upon her. Her pussy started to tingle. Her nipples hardened and she could feel the clamps as they bit into her nipples. Rosie turned and eyed her sex toy chest.

Rosie pulled from within the chest a dark black harness that held a dark red strap on cock. The fake cock was a modest 6" in length but was 4" in girth. There were tiny black bulbs that protruded from around and down the entire shaft. Rosie thought, "Ribbed, for her pleasure," then giggled.

Rosie stepped into the harness, pulled it up and the cinched the straps tight. She turned to the mirror once more to see the final assembly. Menacing, she thought. Perfect. Truth be told, Rosie preferred bigger dildos but found the 6" cock stuck straight out and didn't sag or bounce when she walked. And that was more important to her when she was at the bar.

Satisfied, she picked up her cell and texted a simple "I'm ready" to a number. She stopped in the kitchen once more even before the alarm went off. One more full glass of water and another beer ensued. She was now slightly uncomfortable as her bladder started to acknowledge it's existence.

Rosie stepped out into the night and into the car that was in her driveway on standby. The driver was her 18 year old neighbor. As a matter of fact, the daughter of her best friend in the entire world neighbor. She was also a current fuck buddy of hers, unbeknownst to her best friend.

"Fuck, I love Friday nights," the girl announced then sped away to their destination.

PART TWO:

Rosie stepped out of the car and entered the front door without even a backward glance to her driver. She already knew the girl understood her role. Inside the foyer she greeted the bouncer with a nod.

"Evening Rosie," the cashier said. "Wouldn't be a Friday without you."

The cashier handed over the wristband of the day and made a notation on a computer. Rosie had already prepaid about six months worth of cover charges just so she wouldn't have to carry a card or cash while wearing her favorite outfit. The cashier also sent a message to the bar to indicate Rosie's credit card was now active.

"Ok Rosie," the cashier stated. "You're all set."

Rosie leaned against the counter. "Samantha? Are you ready for some of this yet?" she asked.

The cashier laughed. "Not yet I guess."

Rosie approached the entrance doors then but stopped long enough to look back and say, "You don't know what you're missing." She pulled the door open and left the foyer to enter the main portion of the bar.

The music was loud, but didn't overpower the atmosphere. Rosie took a moment to close her eyes and inhale deeply. The smell of urine invaded her nostrils. Although she never let a woman piss on her, her pussy always dampened at the scent.

Rosie made her way to the bar at the left of the room. She ordered a Coors Light. No question was asked on if she wanted it on tap. She was such a regular here the bartenders already knew her preference. A bottle was set in front of Rosie along with a glass of water.

Rosie gulped down half the beer in one gulp. She noticed a woman on the stool next to her who was in obvious need of relieving her bladder.

"What's the matter dear?" Rosie asked.

There was awe and maybe some fear in her eyes, probably from Rosie's outfit. "Need to go. Nobody to play with. Hate to waste it."

"I see," Rosie responded. "Well dear, I don't let anyone do that to me. But just wait."

Rosie spotted another regular she knew to be more of a submissive. She motioned and when the woman noticed Rosie, she sauntered over. Rosie spoke not a word but pointed at the ground. The woman obeyed and laid flat on her back on the floor.

"Proceed," Rosie said to the woman in need. Her eyes sparkled as she watched the woman jump down from the stool and squat. Rosie stroked her fake cock as the piss flowed. A guttural sound escaped the woman's mouth as her bladder emptied.

When the woman was done peeing, Rosie gently leaned down and made her sit on the other woman's face, bent over. Rosie positioned herself behind and rubbed her strap on against the woman's pussy. "Clean her," was all she said.

Rosie pushed inside and fucked the woman hard and fast. That coupled with her pussy being ate, the woman quickly screamed out when her orgasm hit. Rosie rose and sat again and finished her beer.

The two women composed themselves and left the area.

PART THREE:

Rosie stood from hr stool when she spotted her prey. Her first piss of the evening was always given to the same woman. A stunning redhead who may have been slim and petite, but boasted some of the biggest tits Rosie had ever seen on such a tiny frame.

Rosie didn't know her by name and the redhead didn't know Rosie's either she didn't think. The first encounter was just by chance. Rosie had needed to go and pushed the redhead to her knees rather forcefully. She then pissed on the redhead's face. The thrilling thing was just how the redhead took it.

For the second time this night, Rosie entered a "usual" routine. The pair met at the edge of the dance floor. The redhead said, "Evening Miss."

Rosie responded with, "Evening piss slut," then pointed to the floor.

The redhead dropped to her knees, tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Rosie settled herself over the redhead and squatted until she felt her pussy lips touch upon the redhead's nose. Rosie immediately let go and pissed.

Piss poured out of Rosie like a waterfall as was usual. The leggings that she so carefully picked out restricted nothing, although they immediately stuck tighter to her skin with the wetness. The redhead stayed still and accepted the shower. When Rosie's flow ended, the redhead simply stood and said, "Thanks Miss."

Rosie replied, "Welcome, piss slut."

With that the redhead spun and disappeared somewhere across the bar. Rosie was always amazed they never did more. And she was always super turned on and aggressive since nothing ever happened.

Rosie spotted an older woman, probably in her sixties easily but very attractive, who had witnessed the exchange. Rosie approached and pressed the strap on against the woman's leg. The woman hiked up her skirt and slid her panties down. Rosie mastered her own position and pushed the fake cock upwards and into the woman's pussy.

Rosie's rhythm was hard, fast and unmerciful. The mature woman lasted about ten strokes before she screamed out as an orgasm consumed her. Once done, Rosie pulled out the strap on and walked away.

PART FOUR:

Rosie returned to the bar and ordered another beer. She downed it in two swallows then gulped down her glass of water. She spied women gathered around the far corner of the room; the group corner. She stood and strode that way.

There was one small table where someone took down names on a clipboard. Shower givers were then matched with receivers. Ten each signed up and then every hour the event happened. A circle would be formed with receivers on their back in a circle. Givers then squatted and when the command was given, all ten watched each other piss on their receivers.

"How many left?" Rosie asked the woman at the table.

"One giver and two receivers," the woman answered.

"Ok. Sign me up as a giver," Rosie said.

When the time came, ten women were placed on their backs on the floor. The givers were then situated around the circle. Rosie had to do a double take as the face she peered down at looked exactly like the woman next to her.

"We're twins," the woman said.

The command was given and Rosie stared down at the woman's face as her piss exploded out of her. Once again the leggings held nothing back and a tsunami of piss poured out of Rosie. The woman had her eyes closed and mouth shut tight but there was a wide smile as she relished the golden shower was giving her.

Rosie returned to her stool once finished and plunged her hand down her pants. She masturbated as she watched several other golden showers given to women. She orgasmed hard. She left the bar area and headed outside where her ride awaited once again. They drove back to Rosie's house in silence.

PART FIVE:

People would wonder why Rosie took so many pains in getting ready for a night at the bar and only stay such a short time. But Rosie, once again, was a slave to routines. Tonight was no different.

Sammi, her best friend's daughter and fuck buddy, pulled the car into the drive and killed the engine. Rosie positioned herself on hands and knees in the cramped back seat and pulled her leggings down just far enough to expose her ass cheeks. Shortly she heard the back door open and close.

Sammi's hands spread Rosie's cheeks and her tongue drove hard into Rosie's asshole. Rosie instantly moaned loud. "Fuck yes! Eat that ass!"

Sammi's tongue worked it's magic but Rosie also pushed back at times to force more pressure against her rosebud. All around the tongue went then plunged inside her asshole again.

"Fuck that's hot. What do you think your mom would say if she knew you were eating my asshole every Friday?" Sammi knew better than to answer. It was a rhetorical question anyway. Rosie only asked as she stared at her friend's house and wondered what she was doing in there.

Rosie's orgasm hit quickly and her sphincter gripped Sammi's tongue. When it was over, just as routine dictated, Sammi exited the vehicle and laid on her back. Rosie soon squatted over Sammi and let her bladder go. Sammi drank as much piss as she could handle but some spilled out any.

Rosie stood when she was done and walked towards her house. "See you next Friday," she said.