Chapter 115: [115] Wrong Time~Dear!

“Ahh~I think I’m about to…”

The moment the words left Daniel’s mouth, a thick spurt of pale-yellow urine shot from the slit of his cock and arced into the open toilet. Thankfully the ceramic lid was up, or it would have splattered everywhere and sprayed across Marcella’s flushed cheeks.

In truth, Daniel’s urge to pee had never disappeared. He had simply lied to her. The long, gentle, devoted ball-sucking had been more than enough to bring the need flooding back.

The instant the first hot spurt left him,

Marcella released his wrinkled, spit-soaked balls with a wet, filthy pop. She dragged her nose slowly up the underside of his thick shaft, inhaling the heavy musky scent like a drug, then clamped her soft, plump lips firmly around the base of his cock to hold it steady for her Master from the side.

From the corner of her eye she watched him pee. The white-yellow stream pulsed out in strong, rhythmic jets, forming a perfect golden parabola before splashing into the toilet water with dirty chap… chap… chap sounds.

Her belly contracted hard.

Marcella had always been an extremely hygienic woman. Yet here she was, kneeling on the washroom floor in a maid uniform, holding another man’s thick cock with only her mouth while he emptied his bladder. A few wayward droplets missed the bowl and splattered warm and wet against her cheek, her lips, even the lens of her silver glasses.

The sharp, unmistakable scent of fresh urine hit her nose like a slap. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, trying, truly trying, to feel disgust.

But the only thing that rose inside her was a filthy, overwhelming, cunt-clenching urge.

She wanted to plunge her mouth all the way down to the root and drink every drop of his hot pee like a dirty roadside whore.

She wanted to feel it splash across her teeth, her gums, the back of her throat, flooding and “purifying” her stomach.

She wanted to press her entire face against the pissing head and let the thick yellow shower spray directly over her nose, her eyes, her open mouth so she could swallow it in greedy, gulping mouthfuls.

She could feel the warm rush of urine traveling through the length of his cock, the tiny twitches in the thick veins against her lips. When she looked up, her pupils were glassy, heart-shaped with pure filth. Daniel’s face had melted into pure masculine relaxation as he emptied himself. That calm, warm expression made something snap inside her.

On pure impulse she raised one hand, completely forgetting the “no hands” rule and squeezed his spit-shiny balls tightly.

Daniel’s hips bucked hard. The stream of pee cut off mid-flow with an uncomfortable jolt. He looked down sharply — only to see his little maid’s lips still clamped obscenely around the base of his cock, her eyes curved in naughty, satisfied crescents as she watched him enjoy her “tender care.”

Having a piss cut off halfway is deeply, physically irritating. Marcella clearly didn’t know that, or she never would have dared.

The irritation in Daniel’s chest rapidly turned into anger… and the anger turned into violent, dominant heat that made his cock throb back to full hardness even while still dripping urine.

He grabbed a thick fistful of her light-brown hair and yanked her upward hard, forcing her mouth and hand off his cock and balls. The moment she was on her feet he shoved her skirt all the way up and bunched it around her waist with his left hand, fully exposing her thick thighs and the soaked white panties clinging to her puffy lips. With his right hand he pushed her to stand directly over the toilet seat, legs spread wide, her crotch hovering above the open bowl. Then he stepped in close, wrapped his left arm tightly around her soft waist, and yanked her plump body flush against him.

The fat, piss-wet head of his cock pressed against the damp, darkened outline of her pussy lips through the thin panties. He rubbed it back and forth, smearing urine and her own juices together, coaxing the urge to pee back. The moment the stream returned he aimed the head squarely at the soaked fabric and released with a low groan.

Hot, strong jets of urine sprayed directly onto the thin material covering her pussy.

Marcella’s mouth fell open in a perfect, silent, broken O. The scalding-hot piss soaked instantly through the fabric, splashing against her swollen, sensitive pussy lips and running down her inner thighs in thin, warm, fragrant streams. The excess curved away and continued to splash into the toilet with filthy chap-chap-chap sounds that echoed off the water.

Her entire body trembled violently. This was the absolute filthiest thing she had ever been part of. Her neck tilted upward toward the cold fluorescent light as if it were the only clean thing left in the world. Fresh juice mixed with the urine inside her panties until the fabric was transparent and glued to every filthy fold of her cunt.

When Daniel finally finished peeing he rubbed the wet, warm, slightly softened head of his cock slowly up and down her piss-soaked pussy lips through the clinging fabric, making her flinch and whimper like a bitch in heat. Then he planted one shoe on the ceramic rim of the toilet for leverage and thrust forward hard.

The thick cockhead punched against the soaked panties and forced a full, fat inch of hard flesh into her pussy, stretching the wet, urine-soaked fabric taut and transparent around the intrusion.

“ANGHHH—!!”

A raw, shameful, cock-hungry moan tore out of Marcella’s throat at the disgusting, fabric-muffled penetration.

“HAHHHHHHHH—!!!!!!”

She was still lost in the filthy sensation of her Master’s cockhead buried inside her panty-covered, piss-drenched cunt when a sudden high-pitched yelp rang out behind Daniel.

Both of them snapped their heads around.

Standing just outside the open cubicle door, eyes and mouth wide with pure, horrified shock, both hands clamped tightly over her lips to hold back a full scream… was Lara.

Their soft, young partner in yesterday’s debauchery.

Marcella’s body shivered with dark, electric excitement at the sight. The thought of being caught in this exact filthy position, skirt around her waist, piss-soaked transparent panties, cockhead still buried inside her married cunt, made her walls throb and clamp hard around the intruding tip, squeezing a thick drop of mixed fluids out around it.

“Yo… you… You… cheaterrrrrr!!!!” Lara finally managed to stutter, her voice rising into a hysterical pitch with every syllable. Then she spun on her heel and tried to flee the bathroom, her own thighs already pressing together from the shock and the unwanted heat blooming between them.

Daniel’s eyes turned ice-cold in an instant.

He ripped his cock free of Marcella’s soaked crotch with a wet schlick, turned, and lunged with surprising speed even with his pants tangled around his knees. His large palm slammed against the door just as Lara tried to slip through, shutting it hard and pinning her soft young body between the cold wood and his broad, naked chest. Her back pressed tightly against his front; the still-wet, half-hard, urine-slicked length of his cock nestled firmly into the warm cleft of her ass through her clothes, the fat head prodding against her soft cheeks.

Marcella, suddenly without support, dropped onto the toilet seat with a heavy, meaty thap. Her fat ass cheeks rippled and bounced hard from the impact, sending a visible jiggle up her back. Her neck arched, not from pain, but from leftover, piss-soaked pleasure — and she pressed her lips into a thin line. The sound of Lara’s muffled, panicked scream snapped her back to reality.

“Leave me!! Mmpphh—!!”

With trembling legs Marcella stood, hastily yanked her skirt down though the wet panties still clung obscenely, and stepped out of the cubicle.

The sight that greeted her made a slow, filthy, cock-hungry grin spread across her spit- and precum-stained lips.

Lara’s soft, young body was completely trapped against the door. Daniel had one large hand clamped tightly over her mouth from behind, muffling her panicked moans and screams into wet, vibrated noises. His thick, still-dripping cock was nestled deeply between her plump ass cheeks, the wet heat of it unmistakable even through fabric. Lara’s eyes were wide and glassy above his hand; her thighs squeezed together hard.

Marcella licked her lips slowly tasting the residual precum. She rubbed her piss-soaked thighs together, feeling the warm, fragrant wetness smear across her soft skin and drip down toward her heels. Then she walked forward with hips swaying, eyes glinting with something even dirtier and more predatory than before. Her cunt throbbed with the sudden, powerful need to tease the little fresh, tight cunt currently pressed so helplessly against Daniel’s hot, dominant body.