De Praestigiis Angelorum 2

[spywareonya 37,961]

First chapter can be found here

 

 

Claire was walking down the city with her friends, the city lights bliding them due to the alchool amount in their blood. Jake had just finished explaining to ever-distracted Ginger why a joke should make people laugh. Lucinda got an enormous pair of boobs, but was ever silent, like she hated men for noticing them. Just a week ago, Claire would have empathized with her perception of rudiness from men, not because she thought first person they were heartless, but because she could agree they had one single thing in mind. But now, she was feeling lonely, dreaming, detached from them. Her marvellous light blue dress had been the envy of all the party since they met two hours before. It wasn’t simply as priced as the total sum up of all the clothes of the group, it was of marvellous manifacturing.

 

It hailed from an atelier whose CEO Scarlet used to bowjob while his always-complaining wife was away (usually spending a fortune in compulsive shopping). At a certain point, she perceived their game had gone too far: Scarlet was a predator, but was not heartless; the happiness he enjoyed with her was making him reluctant to look for something worthy of being saved in his own marriage. She explained it to him, and incredibly, he agreed. He hated that stupid, always screaming goose, but he also loved her, and was a man enough to put love first, and give anger the silver.

Anyway, this venue had provided Nancy with another powerful friend, who always sent her new model as gifts. This one, Scarlet thought, was perfect for Claire, so she gave it to her. On her behalf, the blonde lady didn’t know anything of that story, but it wasn’t important. The gift in itself was a marvellous item, and fits her perfectly. The low-level, shyness-driven feminist problems of Lucinda were of no interest to her. She was still fantasizing about Scarlet cruel piss that ruined her scratchbook. She didn’t do that on purpose, Scarlet was no way that classless, but had nonetheless treated her room like a public toilet. And yet, she couldn’t hate her, because for some unexplained reason, she was terribly aroused by it. She wasn’t a submissive person, nor did she ever like pathetically blatant dom/sub roleplay; usually, she wasn’t hierarchical at all, taking people from their light side, with her inner gentleness. Nonetheless, she was respected to a high degree among every company because of the smartness of her answers on life-solving questions. Indeed, though she took no pleasure from it, it was her who subdued people, not the reversal. But Scarlet mesmerized her. It wasn’t nothing like a plain, ugly uncaringness. That piss of her was a message. A teaching. She was still breathless from what she said while she left, “Because I love you”. What it feels like to be loved by Death? She still recall that incredible italian poetry, from anarchist Cesare Pavese

“Per tutti la morte ha uno sguardo. Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. E sarà come smettere un vizio…”

[For each of us, Death has a face. When Death comes, it will have your eyes. It will be like quitting some bad habit…]

Scarlet opened Claire’s eyes to death and transformation, and thus opened them up to Life, because life can be lived to the fullest extent only when you befriend the dark and stop fearing it.

“Angels are good guys but being a good guy doesn’t mean being unable of kinky actions”. These words thundered in the cave of her head, like she was an ascetical madman sitting in the limitless, cold darkness of a cave which had the shape of her own cranium, and when Jake suddenly dragged her out of her own labyrinth of the mind, asking her “Hey, are you still with us?!” with his silly, cheerful voice-tone, she couldn’t answer nothing beside “Need a piss”.

He remained thunderstruck by how bold and lewd was the expression the cute, harmless Claire just utilized. And the other two stopped just as suddenly, looking at her: “You need… what?!” shrieked Ginger, so drunk that she couldn’t avoid that ear-piercing tone of her voice, to which Claire, shanks-shaking and terrorized like before the executioner, saying goodbye to the old, innocent herself, replied: “You heared me”. She wasn’t aggressive, and nobody mistook her, yet they were hypnotized by her sudden change, and were even more shocked when she finished: “I drunk twice yours, I’m bursting, and I need a terrible fucking piss!”.

Looking around, Claire spotted a car just nearby them, one of the hundreds parked along the road on whose sidewalk they were on at the present, but this one got the windows down. It wasn’t strange, that was an almost crime-free zone, and nobody was exceedingly cautious. Without a word, neither from her nor from her friends, Claire walked toward the car, and turning her back on the car door, used her arms to rise herself  so that she could sit on the car with her body on the outside, and her ass and pussy pushed all-backward in the car itself, hoovering above the driver’s seat. “Oh my God you are definitely NOT doing that, are you?!” shouted Ginger, while both Jake and Lucinda were speechless, and Claire strangely felt like she could perceive their thoughts. Ginger wasn’t hackerable, with all her strutting and freathing, but Jake was horny as hell, paralized, craving for her to do something that naughty but at the same time unable to admit his desires, not even to himself. Lucinda was different, and this intrigued Claire, who took those perceptions like real and didn’t thought, not even for a second, that they could have been simple hallucinations. Her big-breasted shy friend was eager to see if Claire would have really done what she was threatening to do, with that kind of attitude like “Maybe if she did, I could try myself”. And in that very, precise moment, Claire understood Scarlet a lot more. By pissing in that car, she wouldn’t have only executed the old, weak herself, or offered relief to her aching bladder: she would have pleasured Jake, shocked Ginger, and more than anything else saved Lucinda from her exceeding respect for rules and morally-defined goodness. That shyness, that fear of being bold, was destroying her life. She was hot as fuck but nobody dated her. And all of a sudden, Claire felt she loved Lucinda, but not the way Scarlet loved her. It was like the love of a cosmic mother, who tells her daughter “Don’t hold it in, darling, it twill hurt you. Mommy’s here, I stand watch, you piss here, yes darling Mommy knows  it’s somebody’s purse, don’t worry about it, Mommy’s YOUR mom, and care mainly for YOU, so save compassion for when your bladder isn’t aching, and relieve yourself without a heart, yes darling, like that, let it flow, soak whatever is inside of this purse, soak it darling, let it go, let it go… ”. She could save Lucinda from herself, she should just have had to show her the way.

And before any of the three friends could do anything, she reached for her white panties, swearing to herself that would have been the last time she wore any, and let it flow.

The sensation was undescribable, while her jet sprayed out of her body, hissing so strong it echoed along the road, and she actually sow, in the dim light of the street lamps, Lucinda blushing heavily, while Ginger was still walking around yelling something, and Jake was petrified but with a clearly visible bulge on the front of his trousers. Claire’s piss rushed out onto the seat, soaking it completely, and she pushed and pushed and OH HELL it was good, it was soo FUCKING GOOD, how did she lived ‘till that day, ignoring this side of life?! She was so overwhelmed by the FREEDOM she was discovering that she started clipping hard her nipples, and a strange sensation started to slyther through her, while her piss stream also hit the interior of the car door, soaking in the fabric that covered the metal. The pleasure was growing as her internal pressure decreased, so she pushed with all her strenght to mantain it, and while Ginger broke up in a demented laugh for a loud fart that escaped her stretching little arse, Claire screamed, and she cummed, and it was like molten lava sourging through her body, like she had to throw up liquid flames, and fell (or she hopped? …couldn’t remember…) down of the car, falling to the ground, disoriented. Like a spell had been lifted, they all rushed to help her, and she could have sworn Jake tried to touch her bare, hairy pussy, while pretending to help her to reposition her panties. They helped her to stand, and she thanked them, and she watched the starry sky above, and maybe, MAAAAYBE, the Gods Scarlet talked her about were real, and They wanted THAT kind of life, that kind of world… and it felt like she had already lived all of that, thousands of millennia before the oceans ever moved…

 

 

 

Edited April 19, 2018 by spywareonya

[steve25805 126,023]

If I saw a girl pissing in my car like that, I'd enjoy the show.

I love the audacity of your characters when the piss, the slightly dark air of power and dominance, and the sense that they are pissing wherever the fuck they like without giving a fuck - and enjoying it.

Perhaps in a future story they could meet some guy called Steve and go back to his place, where one of them decides to just piss right there on the living room carpet? Lol, naughty suggestion from me.

[spywareonya 37,961]

2 hours ago, steve25805 said:

If I saw a girl pissing in my car like, I'd enjoy the show.

I love the audacity of your characters when the piss, the slightly dark air of power and dominance, and the sense that they are pissing wherever the fuck they like without giving a fuck - and enjoying it.

 

It's a spiritual thing, a rite of passage to the adult age, a hole in the sky. I was almost possessed while writing that part

2 hours ago, steve25805 said:

Perhaps in a future story they could meet some guy called Steve and go back to his place, where one of them decides to just piss right there on the living room carpet? Lol, naughty suggestion from me.

things will get darker in the future, they will need a hand

[spywareonya 37,961]

10 hours ago, steve25805 said:

Perhaps in a future story they could meet some guy called Steve and go back to his place, where one of them decides to just piss right there on the living room carpet? Lol, naughty suggestion from me.

obviously if you prefer a lighter setting for the shower you suggested, just let me know, unless I'll put Steve where I'm planning, just let you know it would be more visceral and less funny-only

or would you prefer to be the bad guy, this time?

[wetwulf 3,324]

A creative idea and hot story. Looking forward to more. 

[spywareonya 37,961]

20 minutes ago, wetwulf said:

A creative idea and hot story. Looking forward to more. 

Wetwulf appreciating my story is an honour

I'm writing quite eagerly, I just have to actually decide how to develop it, because I feels like making things darker so to show Scarlet's more vulnerable side, but I also want to create light-hearted piss situations to employ Claire to the fullest.

any suggestion from you will be gladly accepted, the great Steve already gave me some...

[steve25805 126,023]

4 hours ago, spywareonya said:

obviously if you prefer a lighter setting for the shower you suggested, just let me know, unless I'll put Steve where I'm planning, just let you know it would be more visceral and less funny-only

or would you prefer to be the bad guy, this time?

I think you should go with whatever feels right to you. I love the nonchalant pissing wherever the fuck they want and doing it on my carpet idea. Just bear in mind that though I would probably react with astonishment, and disbelief in an "I can't believe my luck" kind of way, maybe even a little tad of embarrassment in the very beginning, I would NOT react with anger or anything but feigned disapproval. I think it might work best of it's a your character meets my character kind of thing.

But to be honest, it's your story. Write it in any way that works best for you.

[spywareonya 37,961]

@steve25805

sounds like a light scenario, I thought about something darker, but I prefer this way...

 

Edited April 21, 2018 by spywareonya

[spywareonya 37,961]

new chapter coming soon😘

[steve25805 126,023]

7 hours ago, spywareonya said:

@steve25805

sounds like a light scenario, I thought about something darker, but I prefer this way...

 

Hey, write it whichever way works best for you. I'll love it.

 

[spywareonya 37,961]

1 hour ago, steve25805 said:

Hey, write it whichever way works best for you. I'll love it.

 

I'll come up with something😋

[nopjans 1,178]

This hit me particularly hard. It has long been a fantasy of mine to see a woman pissing through the open window of a stranger's car. You've captured the moment so well. I wonder, would Lucinda and Jake take the opportunity to add to Claire's mess in the car?

[spywareonya 37,961]

5 hours ago, nopjans said:

This hit me particularly hard. It has long been a fantasy of mine to see a woman pissing through the open window of a stranger's car. You've captured the moment so well. I wonder, would Lucinda and Jake take the opportunity to add to Claire's mess in the car?

oh no Nop, they are not that bold in any way, do you think I should edit the story to state it more clearly? Claire openly adfirm that Lucinda has the sexuality of a complete loser!

The three of them was just a sorrounding to put Claire's show on display!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't even know were they to appear anytime again, I still have to decide how to develop the story, last night I had a life-changing spiritual shock that dissatisfied me with the exceeding darkness of my life, I want to respect it and keep the story visceral and a bit scaring, but also adding more light-hearted situations...

[Brutus 2,206]

I second nopjans. The car interior pissing is a white hot scenario that almost never becomes reality. I assume this was partly inspired from your own car pissing video here? 

[spywareonya 37,961]

4 hours ago, Brutus said:

I second nopjans. The car interior pissing is a white hot scenario that almost never becomes reality. I assume this was partly inspired from your own car pissing video here? 

it's something that I Always wanted to do

since it doesn't fall in the category "un-fixable damages" I have not too many moral restraints in performing it, and I would do it exactly the way it is described here...

it's just that nobody ever leave his car with a window down