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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I normally love to Dom but I have this very sub based fantasy. One I’d love to role play.
I am a peeping tom voyeur spying on a beautiful woman, her t shirt is red, she wears no bra and has on tight form fitting jeans. I’m in her bathroom, been there for hours waiting, she opens her bathroom door turns on the light, but she can’t see me. As she comes into the bathroom she unbuttons her bottoms and gracefully slides down her underwear and jeans over the perfect shape of her curves. She slowly, arching her back, takes her seat on her throne and there’s the slightest moment of silence before the perfect sound of tinkling as she begins to pee, she lets out a relieving sigh as she plays uninterested on her phone.
I’m perfectly silent, I am stood behind her shower curtain without moving an inch and listen to her make that gorgeous tinkling sound. I can’t stand just listening, it’s killing me, I have to see, so I risk peering out of the curtain to see her. My heart is pounding, I glance out. It’s fine, she doesn’t see me but what I see is everything i hoped it would be. She has her cotton underwear sitting around her knees with her gusset facing the ceiling, I can see she’s been wet and horny all day by the creamy wet patch formed where pussy once was. She still sits checking her phone weeing ever so gracefully and out of the corner of her eye she sees my shadow, she turns her head and looks me dead in my eyes and my heart feels like it’s going to stop. Fuck. I’m going to be on a register, the police are going to arrest me and I’m going to prison. She pulls back the curtain and my fear is visible all over my face, what is also visible is my cock which has become very erect watching her relieve herself. Rather than scream or use her phone to get me locked up without sunlight, she ponders for a moment and then mutters “perv” to herself.
There’s a stalemate. I want to leave the shower, get out of there and I don’t want to go to jail. She is impossible to read, I know she’s disgusted with me but she sees me look at the door, sees I want to run and she responds by saying “if you run for that door I’ll call the police”. I’m terrified but as she noticed my look to the door, I notice her look once again at my still throbbing cock. She knows I’ve been here to watch her use the toilet and as that realisation appears on her face the sound of her delicate tinkles of piss stop.
“Well... you better lick me clean” she says and in no time at all I am on my knees licking every drop of piss from every corner of her pussy. It’s a bitter taste, it’s sharp on the tongue but it’s her taste and it’s beautiful. I am licking everything, between her folds, around her perfectly hairless pussy, around and on her clitoris and deep inside her hole. As I continue to lick I hear her moan with pleasure and the taste that was once bitter is now wetter and creamier. She’s turned on and I can tell. I lick everything she has and the more I can feel her move her hips while on the toilet seat and moan with pleasure, the faster I lick. She’s getting wetter and wetter, I can hear the drips from her pussy land in the toilet water. She takes her left hand and places her hand under her T-shirt and on her left breast, she uses her other have to make a firm grip on my hair. She is gyrating her hips more and more, the drips from her pussy are dripping bigger and more frequent drops of her juices into the toilet bowl, she’s moaning louder than before, the grip on my hair tightens, she lets out a hard grunt with ever exhale, it’s, about, to, happen... BANG! A powerful jet of squirt gushes from her pussy into my face. It’s in my eyes, up my nose, in my mouth and the pressure is so intense that i could drown in what she has just baptised me in. I am blessed, I have sampled every perfect taste of her pussy and I clean everything she made a mess of as if to thank her for what she has given me. She’s pleased but her face is indifferent and as I sit back, she stands up. She pulls up her underwear, then her jeans, buttons them back up. She turns flushes the toilet and without a word she leaves the bathroom, while i sit there in awe she turns off the light and closes the door behind her. It’s as if I was never there but we both know happened. I am safe to leave without getting in any trouble and the invite is implied I should come back and spy again.
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