Popular Post lesley 1,123 Posted December 19, 2021 Popular Post Share Posted December 19, 2021 As she approached the nightclub the bouncers pulled away to let her through for there was little question as to her identity, the powerful roar of the departing limousine merit enough to her obvious financial standing. The baseline thud escaping the entrance doors gave way to an assault of sound as she pushed on in, entering into the resulting throng. People parted, admiring glances following in her wake. Most lingered on her backside, her obvious lack of panties creating a wonderful evocative premise of open temptation for any brave enough to approach. Few would for she carried herself with a certain blatant arrogance that was as much a barrier as any physical restraint. It would be she who would to do the choosing, not the other way around! Arriving in the exclusive VIP area she was escorted by a burly none descript thug sporting a dinner jacket to a table where she could easily observe whilst being observed. As always she enjoyed the sense of power that came though her daddy’ extensive trust fund, the respective, the raw longing painted on the inflated glances sent her way as she relaxed back into the expensive leather upholstery. The music ground its way through the floor, the accompanying vibrations as much a part of the ongoing throbbing maelstrom of sound as any acoustic accompaniment. Slowly she parted her legs. The place was all shadows, deep and lingering. Blackness hid her uncovered crotch. She smiled, liking it that way. Not far distant sat two long legged escorts to a couple of known pimps, the types who command muscle and guns yet not too far attentive to envisage the wandering attention of their accompanying ladies. The music played; a rude shift of rhythm to a faster slower tempo, loud and low. She felt the pressure in her bladder, all the expensive champagne that she had enjoyed on the journey over slowly beginning to mount as she allowed it a momentary release. From between her legs shot a spraying stream of hot piss, a shower that was done almost before it had begun. She revelled in the sensation of suspended ecstasy, the accompanying euphoria of being watched almost as tantric as the leak of relief she had squirted from her parted pussy lips. The overhead lights shifted, a baleful glow of deep red playing through to a more vibrant orange, a lifting of illumination that in turn led to a revelation of spent misdeeds. On the metal floor in front of her seated perch lay a telltale trace of reflecting urine, nothing more than slipped drink to any who had not been paying attention to her naughty misdeed. Those seated opposite had noticed. They had seen it all. Shock was written on their faces, that and something else; arousal. She knew that she had succeeded, the initial bait taken. What remained was to reel in her catch and enjoy the subsequent rewards! The lights changed again plunging the exclusive seating area into almost full darkness, yet not so that her next toilet would not go unnoticed by those sat opposite. Bliss accompanied her action, a new squirt of piss from her lower lips, this time an ongoing shower of squirting pee. The sensation of flowing relief was orgasmic and it took all her control to mask her emotions as she continued to bait her prey. She was pissing hard, her pee hole opened at its fullest, and her hot, wet stream of delicious evocative temptation spraying over the floor with ongoing force. Droplets of spent urine bounced from the impact point of her pussy’s glorious relief, dancing in the changing strobes. It was a rapturous experience, her toilet in full force and in full exposure. Those watching were utterly intoxicated by the display, almost as if it were they who were in the act of relieving their bursting bladders. With hot piss still flowing at full force between her parted legs she envisaged her future companions mirroring her actions, long legs apart, pussies uncovered with their slits parted and twin streams of fast flowing urine aimed towards the floor between their expensive items of designer footwear. It was a glorious reversal of roles, wanting to be those who wanted to be her, to experience the radiant thrill of taking a piss in public and revelling in the resulting attention whilst all the while savouring every microsecond of the ongoing experience. Her piss was deliciously hot and wet. Small rivulets of spent urine splashed against her open thighs, a tiny stream under her buttocks where the failings of female anatomy dictated that not all piss could be sprayed in a straight line. She didn’t care about the mess or of the stain it would leave, ruining a horrendously expensive skirt whose value was certainly not betrayed by its length. Her intent was to get even wetter and not just between her creamy legs, a fact that was already a sure fine certainty. The two beauties opposite were going to get their own turn at allowing free play with their spraying pussy streams, seeing her bathe in their hot wetness as it flowed from their perfectly shaved pussies. She would lick them dry, the taste of their hot pee on her tongue and lips as she went to work delivering a form of ecstasy greater than any known aphrodisiac. Her fast flowing stream of jetting piss was beginning to abate, the splashing play of urine over the floor deceasing as her pussy crack sealed, her pee hole closing, its work done for the while. A slight strain allowed for one more last little play of pee, a quirk spurt of piss from her pussy. It lacked the power of her former spray, staining the leather between her legs that glistening invitingly in the play of dancing lights. The music returned in full blast, strangely absent from her senses whilst she had been in full flow, the squirt of her piss consuming her entire focus, that and of course those she had desired to entice, well beyond any measure of retreat. They were hers, both of them, heart and soul. One, the bob haired brunette, had slipped a hand between her legs and up inside her skirt, its destination most obvious. Her companion had likewise allowed her physical control to wander, leading to a betrayal that all too readily defined her expectations. Her excited nipples beckoned as the shafts of overhead lights played anew. To be continued. 4 12 Link to post
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