Mark Thane, Gun-For-Hire, former mercenary, expedition leader – he was stood in front of Laura Roft, with his large dick in his hand, and was showering her with his deliciously hot golden stream. For some reason, he had tied her up and she could not move but there again, why would she when his cock spray felt so amazing as it impacted against her flesh?
His piss was so warm, flowing over her face. Her eyes were shut tight yet for some bizarre reason she could still see, desperate for him to finish on the one hand so she could suck on his huge manhood, another part of her wishing for his hot stream to last forever.
His piss shower over her face started to dwindle. He started laughing. It made no sense. She tried to move forwards, desperate to place her mouth around his cock, but it had vanished from sight. His laughing became more shrill, a screen of darkness settling over her vision…
Laura woke. It took several long moments to shake the crazy dream, several more to rationalise what her awoken senses were telling her. The ground was a way off, the thickly interwoven jungle a myriad mess of greens. She tried to move but her body was unresponsive. She thought back to her dream. Her face was wet, dripping, the taste on her lips most unpleasant. Fantasy and reality intertwined as she recalled her ‘wet’ dream. A sudden shrill cry from just above her saw Laura twisting her head about to catch sight of a large grey mottled monkey laughing at her, just like in her dream. He was still holding his little monkey dick and it was obvious that in the waking world, she had just been peed on by a denizen of the jungle.
Laura’s string of shouted foul curses had the desired effect, the monkey vanishing from sight. She ceased her ranting. Her body hurt and she surmised that she had been badly bruised by her fall through the trees, her deadly plummet to the ground below halted by thick vines linked between the trees.
She closed her eyes and struggled for calm. There was a small measure of give and with a bit of patience, she should be able to work her way free from the embrace that had saved her life. Without any hesitation she set to work to worm free, aiming to retain a clutching grip on the one vine so as not to complete her fall to earth, which even from this height, could still prove fatal. In her mind, she struggled to recall the sight of Thane’s cock as he had stood in front of her and sprayed his piss over the rocky ledge and into the jungle below. It was even possible that the tree she was in now had received a part of his hot relief.
She desperately yearned for a chance to play out that scenario. She had not even had a chance to draw up her shorts and panties before she had begun her deadly plunge. She prayed that her lower garments of attire were still wrapped around her ankles. As it was she remained naked from the waist downwards, her bare perfectly curved bum cheeks pointed at the jungle canopy, her shaved pussy slit exposed between her creamy thighs and more than free of hindrance should she choose to pee…
She still needed a wee, the one she had intended to have by the side of her pissing hero having never come to pass. There seemed no point holding back so she might as well just let go!
The feeling of relief was immense as her pee hole opened up and she started to urinate. She could feel the warmth of her piss shower as it flowed from her pussy slit before falling to the jungle below her precarious perch. From her restrained position, she could just make out the sight of her pee stream falling through the air, her own special shower to treat the jungle for saving her life.
She finished her leak with a few last squirts. Despite being entwined inside a mass of vines, there was still a certain thrill to be had with the freedom to simply start peeing whenever she liked.
After her first golden shower experience with Sandra McGee, Laura had become fascinated with her new found fetish. Sandra had always loved experimenting and with the aid of the Internet, they had become most adept at finding new ways to stir their excitement by peeing in naughty places.
One part of their relationship had been to sneak into each other’s dormitory room and take a piss in a location that would not be immediately forthcoming to the other. Laura, for her part, had taken to pulling back the rug that lay at the end of Sandra’s bed, before squatting over the exposed carpet below and showering it with a hot stream of piss issuing from her pussy lips.
Sandra, on the other hand, liked to squat with her legs under Laura’s raised bed set, and take long pees over the wooden floor, leaving behind a wonderfully large piss puddle for her lover to later discover.
Together, they had got up to all kinds of naughtiness. Peeing in the university corridors was just one such thrill, or finding an unlocked caretaker’s cupboard before taking it in turns to pee into the mop bucket. They had peed in the library, normally whilst sitting opposite one another across one of the long, stretching wood tables that had filled the cavernous interior. Having worn short skirts and nothing else they were free to part their legs and have a wee over the floor at any time they liked (when nobody else was too close at hand, of course). There had been a special thrill when the other had given the special (secret) one raised finger to indicate that she was indeed peeing, her lover sitting opposite, only able to imagine what her pussy crack would look like as it released her hot shower.