The Uninvited Guest - Part 2

[nopjans 1,178]

contains female pee vandalism, male/female oral sex
Continued from Part 1

After pissing in the stairwell, Katrina and I went our separate ways. I saw her in the hotel lobby after the end of the last session, and she waved at me to come over. "Eric! How are you doing? Got any plans for the evening?"

"Oh, uh, well, nothing much. I guess I was going to grab some dinner and then maybe catch up on some emails and stuff before going to bed. So, uh, not really anything, no."

She stuck her tongue out at me and laughed. "Wow! Living it up I see. Listen, some vendors are taking me out to dinner. I think you should come along too. Your company would be in the market for an AI-assisted market analysis and segmentation tool, right?" She winked.

"Oh, well, I don't know. If we were, I'm not sure I'd be the one making the decision on that. And anyway-"

She squeezed my arm and spoke quietly. "I don't want to go by myself. Come with me. We'll have some fun after, I promise."

"Oh, OK. Great. Sure, count me in. The vendors will be cool with me coming?"

"Oh yeah. They're wooing a bunch of prospective customers. Just play along and enjoy a good meal on someone else's expense account."

"Sold!"

"OK. I'm going to go change, but meet back here in 45 minutes."

I started walking to my room to get changed as well, but we both started walking in the same direction and got on the same elevator together. "I'm on the 19th floor. You?"

"17, please." I pushed the buttons for our respective floors, but before the doors could close, an older man entered the elevator too. He pressed the button for the 5th floor, and we rode up in silence.

After the interloper departed on the 5th floor, Katrina waited a moment for the elevator to begin its ascent. Without looking at or speaking to me, she pulled her skirt up over her hips and pulled the crotch of her panties aside. She spread her legs wide and her prominently protruding labia slowly parted. I felt my mouth go dry and suddenly heard and saw a pale beam of piss falling straight down onto the carpeted floor.

"What?!?" I couldn't find any other words as I watched this woman who looked like she'd walked off Mount Olympus flagrantly treat this elevator like a urinal. She just shrugged and continued pissing. Right as we reached her floor, the torrent ended. Katrina wiped her pussy with her hand, collecting the piss that had stubbornly not succumbed to gravity's pull.

She extended her index finger and pressed it to my lips. "Shh!" I could taste the sharp, savory tang of piss mixed with a sweet, earthy flavor. The rest of her hand, she wiped on my shirt, leaving an unmistakable damp patch. I had been marked and claimed. "45 minutes, yeah?" It was more a command than a question.

"Uh huh," I croaked as she walked into the hall. The elevator doors closed, leaving me alone with the piss-soaked carpet and a raging boner. What the fuck was going on? What had I gotten myself mixed up in?

I went back to my room in a daze. The whole time I was getting ready, I kept thinking I should bail. While I was showering, I decidedI should send Katrina a text, tell her I was feeling sick and would have to pass on dinner. While shaving, I decided that I would just stay in the room for the rest of the conference, order room service, and head to the airport without talking to another soul. As I put on my nice dinner clothes, I thought I should call my wife and tell her I love her. Riding the elevator down to the lobby, I looked down at the dark patch on the rug and knew that I couldn't do any of those things. I imagined what it must be like to fuck a woman so wild, so free. Maybe nothing would happen, but the only way to be sure was to be wherever she was going to be.

Katrina was was talking with a group of plain people. In this crowd, she stood out, dressed in a red silk blouse and black pencil skirt. The blouse was tailored such that her magnificent breasts threatened to spill out, but somehow stayed contained. The skirt hugged the curves of her bulbous butt and toned, athletic legs. She saw me and waved me over. "Eric! This is Jerry and Leo from Peregrine Technologies. Gentlemen, this is Eric."

After I exchanged pleasentries with Jerry and Leo, we took an Uber to a very nice steakhouse. They made shop talk, and under different circumstances, I'd probably hit it off well with them. They seemed nice enough and were enthusiastic about their company and product. But truly, I wasn't paying much attention to them. My focus was solely on Katrina. What would she do next? I felt like anything could happen with her at any time. It was exhilarating and exhausting.

Dinner and drinks was delightful. The food was delicious, the drinks were strong, and the service was top-notch. Jerry, Leo, and Katrina made engaging conversation. But as the meal was wrapping up, Katrina reached under the table and squeezed my cock in my trousers. The other people in the restaurant were oblivious.

"Gentlemen, thank you so much for a wonderful evening. I have to admit, I am dying for a smoke. Would you be offended if I stepped out for a few minutes to take care of that."

"Not at all," said Jerry.

Katrina stood up, walked a few steps and turned back. "Eric, would you care to join me?"

I am not a smoker, but she didn't have to ask me twice. We walked together outside where the air was slightly cool and crisp. Once we got past the front door of the restaurant, Katrina fished around in her purse and pulled out pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She lit one up and then kept walking toward the parking lot. I thought it was considerate of her not to smoke near the restaurant's entrance, but I should have known she had something else in mind.

"I've really got to piss too," she remarked.

"Oh, well I'm sure the restaurant has a nice bathroom. Everything else in there is pretty fancy." She rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"Yeah. Or I could have some fun. Let's see... there!" She excitedly ran over to an wxpensive-looking Audi sedan and opened the passenger door. "Ooh, it's perfect," she cooed.

"What? I'm confused. Is this your car? How'd you unlock the door?"

"No silly, it isn't mine. OK, here's the secret. When the doors on this model lock, the side mirrors fold in automatically. I saw this one sitting here with the mirrors out and I knew it would be it unlocked. Simple, really."

Moving with a grace and charm utterly at odds with what she was about to do next, she climbed in and assumed a squatting position on the car's passenger seat. The fine leather strained beneath the sharp points of her stiletto heels. Her gorgeous, swollen pussy emerged as she pulled her skirt up, revealing she wore no panties beneath it. A jet of hot piss lept from the glistening mound between her thighs, landing rudely on the car's dashboard. It had just been an exploratory stream, apparently, as it shortly ceased. "Oh, that feels good." She opened the glovebox and repositioned herself slightly, then opened the floodgates once again. The sound of piss pattering all over the contents of the glovebox and Katrina's laughter filled me ears.

My stomach churned and my heart raced. Even though I'd seen a little of this before, I couldn't understand what was happening. How does anyone, let alone a woman of otherworldly beauty and intelligence, feel empowered to treat the inside of a stranger's luxury automobile as her toilet? The edges of the owner's manual and various documents stored inside the compartment yellowed and distorted as they absorbed Katrina's hot piss. After 20 or 30 secondds, the ferocity of the stream began to dwindle before stopping. "Fuck! Yes!" she growled triumphantly, and each exclamation was followed by a short spurt of piss onto the vehicles carpeted floor. In another act of total disrespect, she stubbed her cigarette out on the driver's seat and flicked the butt into the back seat.

Reaching out, she brushed the raging hard on tenting my pants. "Oh, does that turn you on? Me too!" She pulled down the zipper and freed my cock from its cloth prison. She then placed it in her mouth and attacked it with the fury of a ravenous beast receiving a meal after days of starvation. Her mouth did things I had never felt and cannot describe. Suffice to say it was the beat blowjob I ever received, and I did not last long. I moaned with intense pleasure as I shot a massive load of hot cum into her mouth. It felt like it would never end, but finally, I was spent.

She spit my cum on the car's steering wheel before getting out, putting her clothes back in place, and shutting the door. Looking at her, she looked flawless. You'd never know what had just occurred. "OK, we better get back inside before Jerry and Leo start wondering what's up."

My head was spinning, but I managed to form a cohesive thought. "What the fuck? I can't believe you did that... don't you feel bad? You fucking trashed that car!"

She laughed. "Yeah, it was fun, wasn't it. I don't feel bad at all. It's not my car, not my mess, not my problem. If they can afford that car, they can afford to get it detailed. It'll be fine."

"Yeah, but-"

"And hey. It wasn't me that 'did that'. It's your DNA all over that car. I hope you don't have a criminal record!"

Edited October 11, 2023 by nopjans
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[Darkguy 345]

Even better than part 1 in my opinion. Looking forward to more.

[nopjans 1,178]

3 hours ago, Darkguy said:

Even better than part 1 in my opinion. Looking forward to more.

Thank you. I agree this part is better than part 1, and I hope the next parts turn out as good.

[miniskirtpisser 411]

Katrina is a sexy & dangerous lady. Can’t wait to see what the protagonist is going to face next. 

[Lutab 1,052]

Very hot story!! Look forward to more! Great job writing it. 🙂