Fantasy about spanking a woman while she has to pee

[gg111 97]

I have a fantasy I would like to share.

I get home from work late at night. Not long after, my girlfriend comes home from a night out with the girls. She is a little tipsy and a lot frisky. We start making out on the couch like a couple of teenagers. She unhooks her bra to lets the girls come out and play. I unzip my jeans and out my straining rod.

She starts squirming around and mentions that she has to pee but she doesn’t wanna stop. I admit that I think that is hot, but she can go pee if she wants. She stops making out with me and asks if she can share something with me. I say of course. She admits to me she enjoys holding her pee and has wanted to tell me for a long time but that she was too embarrassed to say it. I can hardly believe it. I tell her about all the times in the past when she mentioned how badly she had to pee, how it was a major turn on for me, but I was too embarrassed to say something too. She admits how she got a little thrill from telling me when she had to pee, and I admit I got a little thrill from hearing it.

We both feel foolish for not speaking up earlier, and we promise to be more open and honest with each other about our wants and needs in the future. I mention that if we are going to be more experimental in the bedroom it might be a good idea to create a safe word. She agrees and we spend almost ten minutes coming up with a safe word that is unique and distinct but not too ridiculous to say out loud.

We seal the deal with a long hug, during which she whispers in my ear that she still really needs to pee. I ask her why she didn’t she go before she left the bar, and she says the line in the ladies room was too long, and besides, the sounds of the other girls in the bathroom taking long, loud pees made it too hard for her to hold her own pee. She punctuates this last sentence by letting her hand gently close around my cock. 

I tell her that she is being naughty by teasing me like that, and that she should’ve gone pee back at the bar. In a faux authoritative voice I declare that she can’t pee until I am finished with her. She protests, but the flash in her eyes, and the way she bites her lower lip, I can tell she loves it. 

She gets up, doing a little dance from foot to foot, pressing her thighs together, and pleads with me to let her go. I tell her no, she has to hold it. She shakes her head and tells me again how full her bladder is. I announce that if she continues to defy me then I will put her over my knee and spank her.

Her eyes widen and the fantasy seems to be put on pause, although she keeps doing the pee dance. For a split second I wonder if I have gone too far and if she is going to use the safe word, but then she nods her head emphatically and I understand that she is speechless because I just said exactly what she wanted to hear.

We get back into character and I guide her over my knee. I flip her loose skirt up and yank her panties down to her knees, revealing the roundest, plumpest, prettiest two cheeks in the U S of A. She arches her back and sticks her beautiful derrière into the air, almost taunting me with it. I can see between her thighs that she is ready to go; her lips are parted and so wet that they are almost dripping.

I’m not sure how hard I should spank her, so I do a test slap, barely light enough to make it jiggle. As my hand comes down she wiggles and pushes a cheek against my palm, and I get the message to take it up a notch. I give a more robust slap this time, and she moans in approval. She reminds me again that she has to pee real bad, but the way she wiggles her ass tells me she wants more of this first. I get into a rhythm now, and with each slap her body moves forward a little, until I realize that the hard nipple of one of her fantastic boobs is gently brushing against against the head of my cock. I’m trying not to explode all over her. Yet.

Almost as if she is reading my mind, between moans, she tells me her bladder is about to explode, but I keep spanking. She wasn’t kidding. With a gasp, a thick stream of pale piss gushes out of her twitching pussy and splatters loudly into the soft carpet. I keep spanking, which makes the hard stream shake and vibrate, and tiny flecks of hot piss seem to go in every direction. There is now a pool forming in the carpet, but her pee stream is relentless and furious as ever. I compliment her capacity and she responds with a giggle and a wink. Then she says my name, which during intimate moments is how she requests penetration.

I slide out from under her and she adjusts her position to prop herself on the couch. I drop my pants and kneel behind her. She is still pissing like a horse, by the way, and as I approach, and what a view, her warm stream massages my shaft. I can’t take it any longer. I push my rock hard cock into her tight, slippery pussy. We gasp in unison at the mutual relief from the insertion. Her pee stream is now washing my balls, and even that feels good. I grab her hips with both hands and give her a furious ride. We are making a huge mess now but neither of us care in the moment; it can all be cleaned up later. With each thrust the tension and the pressure becomes almost unbearable. Unable to control ourselves any longer, we explode on each other in a shattering climax that leaves us collapsed and out of breath. She turns back to kiss me while I am still inside of her, and we laugh when we realize her pee stream is finally dwindling. We stand up and take our remaining clothes off. A small spurts jump out of her onto the floor as we stride victorious to a well-earned shower.