Angelique had eventually arrived home from her long drive along the coast. She had expected Pierre to be at home when she got back, and when she found the house empty she nearly threw her teddies out of the pram.
Angelique paced up and down the wet room, into the narrow corridor, and along the lounge to the balcony overlooking the cliffs. The clip-clop of her heels on the stone floors only made things worse. She dare not run the water for a drink.
Her knickers had been placed on the washbasin for at least ten minutes before she heard a car pull up outside. A key slowly turned in the lock and a pensive Pierre entered the house with his step-daughter, Cleo.
Cleo headed straight for her room when she heard her mum shout from the wet room.
“Pierre, in here, now!” commanded Angelique.
Pierre headed for the wet room knowing that he was in trouble. As he rounded the entrance, a stern looking Angelique faced him.
“Where the fuck have you been?” she said in an angry whisper like tone.
Pierre began to speak, “I...”
“I’m busting! Now get on your knees.”
Pierre could see that Angelique was uncomfortable. She was hopping from one foot to the other. Her hand reached out to grab his jacket as she pulled him into the wet room.
Pierre was about to protest. After all, he was wearing his best and most expensive suit. “Let me just change first...”
Angelique shook her head and pouted. “Not this time. On your knees. You have made me wait ten minutes too long.”
Pierre knelt before Angelique and raised his face upwards. He placed his hands behind his back and waited. His cock twitched in his trousers like it always did.
Angelique raised her skirt and positioned herself above his face. She was tall anyway, but the high heels helped a lot. She concentrated. She waited.
The little trickle that emerged dropped onto Pierre’s face, and slipped off his cheek onto the collar of his Yves Saint Laurent suit. His cock had grown significantly in his trousers. He couldn’t help a quick squeeze as he felt it grow.
The trickle slowly but surely turned into a flood of golden liquid that poured over his face.
“You’ve made me wait so long, now open it,” the voice demanded.
Pierre opened his mouth and let the fluid enter before pushing it back out and over his shirt and tie several times.
Angelique stood there for several minutes, the release of pressure and the need to pee paramount. She sighed and then moaned as her fluids flooded over her husband’s face. The sheer relief was causing her lips to quiver with excitement. She had been holding it in for a good twenty minutes now, and at last it was flowing freely. She grabbed the back of Pierre’s head and brought it closer so that his nose tickled the underside of her clit. Watching the free flowing liquid nearly caused her to orgasm, but like the lady she was, she kept her composure.
Pierre’s cock was hard as nails. He started rubbing it just as Angelique stepped away from him.
At that precise moment Cleo stumbled through the unlocked door. Her eyes opened wide at the scene before her. It wasn’t exactly a shock, she knew they did this, but this was the first time in her twenty one years that she had witnessed it.
“I need the loo?” she asked politely, staring at her step-father on his knees with a golden rivulet snaking its way to the drain in the centre of the room.
Pierre looked down to the floor and started to get up.
“Stay where you are, Pierre,” snapped Angelique, and in the same breath. “Cleo, piss over him. He’s made me wait so long, I want you to piss over him too.” It was more of an order than a request.
Cleo looked at her and then at Pierre. His state told her everything. This was as much of a surprise to him as it was to her. Glances were exchanged between everyone in the room.
“I’ll hold your knickers for you. Come over here Cleo,” insisted Angelique.
Cleo looked at her mother and reluctantly removed her knickers. She walked up to her as she stood behind Pierre and allowed her mother to pull her into place; Cleo handed her mother her knickers at the same time.
“Now, piss over him.”
Cleo raised her skirt and stood there for ages. “I...I can’t go,” she stammered.
Angelique smiled and left the room, clutching Cleo’s knickers firmly in her hand and leaving the pair of them together.
“Don’t come out until you’ve done it,” she told her daughter sternly.
Finally, a trickle appeared and then another, and another, until she finally started to let the golden fluids flow freely. She half squatted, and like her mother, closed her eyes and sighed as the full flow hit Pierre’s face and flowed down and over his body. She only looked down once to see the golden flow spurt from her and over his face, for the rest of the time she stared straight at the mirror in front of her. A smirk covered her face. She had wondered when or if she would get to do this to someone. In her wildest dreams she never thought it would be her step-dad.
Pierre started to rub his cock, his step-daughter's pussy inches from his face. He looked at her holding her skirt high in the air, in a ball in front of her, so as not to soil it. He knew that splashes of her pee would be trickling down her own legs and that the soles of her feet would be wet.
Angelique appeared in the doorway and watched the both of them. Cleo was in full flow as a groan left Pierre’s mouth. Soon afterwards there was another and another, the last one was much higher pitched.
Angelique smiled. She knew what had happened.
Pierre’s cock exploded. His semen rushed up along the length of his stiff cock and pooled in his underpants, soaking them thoroughly before flowing downwards, coating his length on its way.
Pierre sat motionless after he had come; the only sign of his exertion was a slight panting, causing a rise and fall of his slim chest. Cleo stepped away from him and cleverly hid the smirk on her face from both Pierre and her mum. As she strode from the wet room she thrust a pouted glance towards her mother and grabbed her knickers from her mother’s hand as she held them up for her.
“I hope you’re satisfied,” snapped Cleo before leaving to go to her room.
Angelique watched her pouting daughter walk away leaving wet footprints on the stone flooring. She turned to her husband, now standing in the wet room. She sidled up to him with a huge grin on her face.
Reaching into his trousers and underpants, she smiled at him. “Tell me you have never dreamed of that moment. Tell me, honestly?”
Pierre closed his eyes and opened them again, but said nothing. The smile, evident on his face.
Angelique grasped his cock and drew her hand along its length and back up to the top before pulling her hand out. She slipped a cum-covered finger into her mouth and sucked greedily on it.
“You must take that suit to the cleaners first thing in the morning,” she told Pierre, with the tone of a concerned wife.
“Now though, get out of those wet clothes. I need my pussy licked.”
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