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Every Last Drop

She has been waiting for this day, the day she gets to taste his piss
She got up from her hands and knees. Her bathroom was pristine; scrubbed and cleaned to perfection like the rest of her flat. Putting the cleaning things away in the hall cupboard she wandered through to her living room. This was her favourite room - the large comfortable sofa and armchair with matching cushions, neatly stacked bookshelves and the beautiful cream carpet all complimented her need for orderliness and cleanliness.

With a shiver she ran her hands over her taut stomach and up to her breasts. She turned and checked her appearance in the full length mirror on the back of the door.

Her shoulder length chestnut hair was neatly pinned up revealing her elegant neck. Her body was curved but toned, large breasts in proportion to rounded hips and a small waist; smooth, honey brown skin and long shapely legs. The only item of clothing covering the perfection was an expensive pair of black hold-up stockings slipped into high heeled shoes.

Her fingers slid over her shaven mound as she checked the clock. With a reluctant sigh she moved her fingers to the safety of her hips. He'd be here soon and she'd promised not to touch.

She trembled as she looked through to the bathroom. Today was the day that she would get to take it in her mouth; just thinking of it made her cunt throb. She wanted to slide her fingers inside herself and feel the throbbing but she'd promised...

Footsteps on the stone steps outside her door and the doorbell rang. As she put her hand on the door handle she really hoped that her neighbour wouldn't be standing in the hallway again. With a deep breath she opened the door and felt her heart start to thunder with anticipation as she saw him standing there.

He looked her up and down, his eye critical at first and then appreciative as he noticed that everything was in order. Then he stepped through, closing the door behind him. His dark eyes looked into hers and he slid his fingers into her cunt.

'You're very wet,' he said with his mouth close to her ear, 'You haven't been touching, have you?'

'No,' she said, feeling her nipples harden as he plunged deeper, 'I've been thinking about you.'

'Good,' he almost kissed her on the lips but pulled back as she moved to respond. She took his other hand and led him towards the bathroom.

'Oh no,' he said, twisting his hand out of hers and winding it through her neat chestnut locks, 'We're doing this in the living room.'

'But my carpet...' she wailed.

He yanked her head back by the hair and dragged her into the living room.

'Are you saying that you are anything less than a perfect piss-whore?' he said as he pushed her to her knees in the middle of the room. She shook her head, fighting back the tears. 'Good, because until now you've never given me reason to doubt your capabilities. Let's start with something easy. Get you glass from the table.'

She crawled to the coffee table and picked up a wine glass.

'Now put it on the floor and squat over it. No, don't kneel, squat, like you're going to take a piss. That's it. Now tell me what you want.'

'I want your piss. I want it in my mouth, I want to taste it as you squirt it down my throat.'

'That's my good little piss-whore. But you haven't earned it yet. For now you can taste it but I'm not going to piss in your mouth. I'm going to piss down your back and you are going to catch every drop in that wine glass. If even one drop misses the glass then you will only get to taste what you can lick from the carpet. Do you understand me?'

She nodded, her heart sinking at the impossible task.

'I didn't hear you.'

'Yes,' she said.

He undid his trousers and positioned himself behind her. He held his cock so that the piss splashed onto the top of her back and ran down the channel of her spine. The warm liquid poured down between her arse cheeks, caressed her aching cunt and ran into the glass. It also poured in ruvulets around her waist and over her arse cheeks, splashing onto her beautiful carpet. She gasped and managed not to squirm in ecstasy, waiting for every last drop to drip into the glass.

He moved round to the front of her and picked up the glass. She looked up into his face, her cheeks red with shame. He took a sip from the glass.

'It's good, you know. You would have enjoyed it from the glass.' Her heart sank. 'You've made a terrible mess of your carpet. You know how I hate mess. Lick it clean!'

She got on her hands and knees and dipped her face to the carpet. Her body trembled as she felt his eyes on her. She licked the wet carpet, managing to get a small taste of his essence in amongst the fluff that coated her tongue.

'Raise your arse higher,' he said.

As she lifted her hips pressing her face harder into the sodden carpet he ran his hands over her wet buttocks and slipped two fingers slick with piss into her arse. She froze, breathing hard as he pressed into her. He removed his fingers.

'Why have you stopped? I told you to lick the carpet.'

Her tongue continued its quest to find every lost drop. When she came to his feet he reached down and grabbed each of her nipples and pulled her up to her knees. He handed her a tissue.

'Clean your tongue,' he said. She wiped the tissue over it, gathering as much carpet fluff as she could. He walked over to the table and took the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket. With deliberate care he popped the cork and filled the other glass. He put the bottle back, took an ice cube from the bucket and picked up the glass. He walked back to her.

'Suck this,' he said, handing her the ice cube. She put it into her mouth. Immediately cool ice water began to pour down her dry throat. He put the champagne glass to her lips. 'Take a sip.' The sharp liquid fizzed over the melting ice reviving her. He took the glass away, drained it and put it down. 'Now that your mouth is clean I want you to use it to clean my cock.'

His cock jutted out before her mouth, showing her how much she had pleased him. She put a hand at the base cupping his balls and he slapped it away.

'Just your mouth. I didn't ask you to lay your filthy hands on me.'

She shrank back in shame and then leaned forward, opening her mouth and using her tongue to guide his cock into the wet cold. Her lips closed over the hot, taut skin and she eased his cock down her throat, taking him deep, using her tongue to slide the almost-melted ice cube along its length. He took a sharp breath through his teeth and then wound his fingers into her hair. With a hard thrust he went deeper making her gag and reach out to steady herself.

'Hands behind your back,' he said, she obeyed. He thrust again, watching her forced to steady herself with her knees, her body tensing all over as she fought to stay upright. Two more thrusts and he watched her struggle and felt her gagging, her throat tightening around his cock.

'Now you can use your hands.'

She reached forward and gripped the back of his thighs as he fucked her mouth. The ice was gone now and her mouth was getting hotter, she could feel him respond to the changing sensation. Drool ran from her mouth as she choked on his cock and her eyes watered but her hands moved up to his buttocks holding him deep within her. Her fingers slid to his arsehole and she pushed one from each hand into him. He gasped, arching is back, forcing himself even farther down her throat.

'You dirty fucking whore,' he said. Then he grabbed her hands and pulled them away. At the same time he pushed her back watching her sprawl on the carpet.

'Get up!' he said. She got to her feet. Her hair was a mess, there was drool all down her chin and over her breasts. 'Bend over the armchair,' he said, 'and spread your legs. I want to see everything.'

She did as she was told. She displayed her tight arsehole and her shaved, dripping wet cunt. He stood and looked for a while, noting the goosebumps on her delicate skin and her trembling legs. Then he stepped forward and slapped each arse cheek leaving angry red hand prints. She cried out but she didn't move. He reached round to her mouth and her chest, wetting his hand with her saliva. Then he rubbed it over her quivering arsehole, sliding his fingers up into her. He took her cunt juices and used them to lube her up even more. She felt his cock pressing against her and she gripped the fine fabric of her armchair as he smeared cunt juice all over his straining cock.

Without warning he rammed his cock into her arsehole and she screamed.

'Be quiet!' he said as he pressed forward with his mouth to her ear, 'You're my whore and you'll take whatever I give you.'

'I'm your filthy whore, only yours,' she moaned as he thrust into her.

'That's right,' he said.

She gripped hard as his cock pounded her arse. Tears of pain and pleasure ran down her cheeks as she pressed back against him, the ecstasy building deep in her cunt.

'Filthy... dirty... disgusting... whore,' he said as he put his hands on her shoulders and drove deeper. Even as the pain spread through her body she felt her cunt tighten then throb uncontrollably, pleasure fanning out and enveloping the pain. As he shouted out shooting spunk up her arse, she grappled hard trying not to let her buckling legs betray her. For a few heartbeats she felt his chest pressed against her back, holding her close and then he stepped back, withdrawing everything from her. She stayed where she was, unable to move. Then he spoke.

'Ok, little whore, come and get your reward.'

She slid to the floor and crawled to where he stood. She knelt in front of him.

'Open your mouth.'

She opened her mouth and, at last, she felt his piss come pouring straight from his cock and down her throat. It flowed hot and strong and she gulped it down. Her body filled with the pulsing pleasure that she knew would come when he finally gave her this, when he finally pissed in her mouth.

'Well done, Slut. You swallowed it all, every last drop.'

© Kat Steel 2011 @ Dungeons and Passions

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