1. A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 13


    Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    in a huge puddle of pee. I wanted to die from embarrassment when I realized that it was my own, that my bladder had simply let go, either from the intensity of the orgasm or from passing out. Helen was in front of me, crouched down and looking intensely at me. “Are you alright, Bunnie?” There was a hint of worry in her voice, something I hadn’t thought possible earlier. I didn’t know if I was. I nodded. “Will you be a good girl if I take out the gag?” My head bobbed up and down again, and she nestled behind my head, finally pulling the soggy ball from my mouth. My jaw hurt, and I had to close my mouth slowly. As soon as I tried to move it faster, a sharp pain shot through the joints. Her hand cupped my cheek, and the look on her face was almost tender. “I enjoy breaking young, naive things,” she told me with a soft voice, “and I thought you were the most naive of all I’d had so far. But I can’t break you. I envy the woman who once gets to call herself your mistress.” My eyes widened a bit at that confession. “Now, before we call it a night, there is one thing I need.” She got to her feet, spreading them a bit, and I thought I knew what was to come. Especially when she told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Her fingers spread her pussy open and positioned her love tunnel right at the its tip. But then she paused and told me, “Whatever happens, don’t close your mouth.” At first, her order bewildered me. But then a switch was flipped inside my head. I had read about ...
    that, even seen a few movies online. It was the dirtiest thing I had heard, and I was about to let her do this to me! She started to rub her moist cunt against my tongue, yes, but just when I could taste her fresh moisture, something hot and salty dripped onto it. I couldn’t believe it at first, but a glance downwards told me it was true. She was peeing. Peeing onto my waiting tongue, while she flicked her clit with her finger and moaned above me. It was the most depraved thing ever. And I kept my mouth open, even when her moans grew quicker and the flow increased, until she shook and cried out in orgasmic bliss, her hot piss shooting into my mouth and running down my body. She finally smashed her pubes against my face in her throes, still spraying me with her urine. When she was done, my whole body, even my hair, was covered in her pee. “I want to go home,” I told her with a small voice. “Soon,” she replied, then she left the room, typing in the correct code only taking her a second and the door closing behind her with another loud click. I was finally alone. The things she had done to me were hard to stomach. But my own reactions were as well. My thoughts gyrated around the intense orgasm I had experienced while undergoing the painful whipping, and around the debasing act at the end. I could have closed my mouth, she wouldn’t have noticed in her excitement. But some part of me had wanted her to demean me, had reveled in the humiliation. I had an inkling what it all implied, ...
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