CW pissplay

I make my love lay down naked and exposed in the indulgent extra-large bathtub, his head safely cocooned on the cushions we vacuum sealed in plastic to be water safe earlier that day. He is not quite comfortable, I’m sure, but not fully uncomfortable either. He looks up at me, eyes trusting. I kneel on the floor beside the tub and lean in to kiss him. His lips are plump and soft. I eye the space in the tub and locate a place for my feet. I strip naked and carefully maneuver myself, crouching over my love’s face so that the sight of my ass and pussy are large in his vision. I lean forward to kiss his soft and lovely dick. I breathe in the scent of him, I breathe in my love of him. “Mmmm you smell so good,” I murmur. One last breath in, and a quick kiss. I right myself, bouncing with my knees a little, to settle into my crouched position, hovering above my love’s face.

“I want you to take a deep breath,” I say. He does it. “Can you smell me from there?”

“Yes, love,” he says, sounding the way I like him to sound—weak as a kitten with desire, and reverent.

I lower myself closer—just far enough away that he’ll have to reach a little. “Lick that pussy.”

The first lick is a gentle caress from the clit down the slit. He moans as he tastes me. “You taste so good,” he groans.

He keeps licking, but it is difficult. I have made it so that he has to work to get at it. Every swipe of the tongue is an effort, as he raises his shoulders off the ground each time to reach my clit. I like it this way. It teases me, the way I like, and it teases him, the way I like.

“Get it, sweetie,” I say to both encourage him and madden him, “Get that clit.”

I can hear in the little sounds he makes that he is becoming frustrated and impatient.

“Get it,” I say, with more reproach this time. He redoubles his efforts, like the good boy he is. “Good, mmm that feels so good, sweetie.”

I can’t see his face, but I can see his dick. It took mere moments for him to become hard and straining. His moans of pleasure at tasting me and pleasuring me turn into pleading whimpers.

“Do you have something to ask me, sweetie?” I ask.

“Yes please, please, I need you closer so I can lick you properly, my love.” His tone is a delicious mix of worshipful and petulant.

“Mmm, you asked nicely, and you’ve been so good,” I say. He thanks me as I carefully lower my pussy onto his face, resting the weight of my torso on his belly, my face next to his hard cock, my knees on either side of him. I breathe deep again and nuzzle his cock against my cheek, my eye, my open mouth, feeling its hardness, how it twitches when I touch it, how it strains toward the warmth of my mouth.

“Mmmmm,” I rub my pussy, now wet and puffy from his ministrations, all over his face, feeling a spike of pleasure when my pussy meets the ridge of his nose, the prickle of his beard, the softness of his lips and eyelids. I rub my juices all over him and then settle back into position. He eagerly licks my clit the way he knows I like. I kiss the tip of his dick, one of the powerful centers of his cock-scent, then I lick a stripe from base to tip. I suckle on the tip, pushing the foreskin back with the tip of my tongue and then swirling my tongue around the head, where I can taste the musk of him, a combination of cock, sweat, and piss that I so dearly love, a taste that makes me wet, a taste that makes me want his cock inside of me, and I moan.

“Just relax, babes,” he says, “Just put my cock in your mouth and come for me.” He licks and licks and licks my clit just right, as I shake and moan and come!

I suck on his cock in earnest as I come down from my first orgasm of the afternoon. He moans and moans into the slick flesh and hair of my pussy, but he licks most diligently, rendering me unable to do anything but moan and shake as I come again, and once more again (what I call a “double”).

As I come down, I say, “So love, do you remember why we’re in the bathtub today?” I stroke his cock lightly with my hands, resting my face in the nook where thigh meets crotch, where I could smell his scent.

“Yes,” he says. I feel his cock twitch in my hand.

“I’m ready to do it now, sweetie. You still want to drink my piss, my love?”

I feel rather than see his vigorous nodding. “Yes, yes, please, please, I want to taste what’s inside of you.”

“Ok, love. Get yourself ready. I drank a ton of water today, so you’ll have to swallow fast if you don’t want to get piss all over you.” He puts his open mouth over my pussy, whimpering softly in anticipation.

“Ready now, sweetie?”

“Mmhmm,” he assents, muffled by my cunt.

My warm piss sprays into his mouth, filling it faster than he can swallow it. I feel it spilling out of his mouth, some trickling down my thigh, but most of it running down into his beard and all over his chest hairs.

I carefully come back into my crouch, and then stand and turn around. I look down at him, smiling softly. “Oh sweetie. You got all dirty.”