back, covering the clit and rubbing it through the hood. Then I
flicked it quickly from side to side a few times. I kept repeat-
ing this in a rhythmic fashion. Pretty soon Betty was squirming
on my face in intense pleasure. Suddenly she leaned forward onto
her arms and started wiggling from side to side. Her whole body
tensed and she inhaled deeply. She moaned and purred as orgasmic
tremors shook her body. This continued for a long time.
Betty then straightened up again. She pulled away from
my face, staying squatted about 6″ over my face. I moved my head
around and found I was dizzy – drunk from the wine in my stomach
and ass. She moved her knees to the sides of my head, preventing
any motion. She said sweetly and submissively “I’ve been such a
good girl.” Her fingers pulled her labia apart. She giggled and
then said louder and sarcastically, “Until now!” Suddenly pale
yellow piss was streaming out of her. At first, it went all over
my face, but Betty’s fingers quickly gained control and aimed for
my mouth. She held my nose until I opened my mouth wide. She
took a deep breath and tensed her body. The stream became a
flood! She pissed so hard that it splattered out of my mouth and
all over my face. I didn’t close my eyes fast enough, and her
piss burned them. She leaned back and the piss hit my upper
face. It flowed off my face and I felt my hair getting soaked.
Even my ears felt the piss inside. Betty then released my nose
so I could take a deep breath. Then she tensed hard as another
flood of piss filled my mouth to overflowing. She clamped my
nose again and said, “Drink my piss or drown”. I had little
choice. After swallowing, she let go of my nose and I gasped for
breath. Betty tensed again and the last of her piss filled my
mouth. I swallowed quickly. I’d never seen anyone piss with
such force and volume. What a pisser!
Betty stood up over me and stretched. My penis was still
rock hard. I had to piss so bad that I wasn’t even thinking
about my having an orgasm. She turned around with her back to my
face and squatted over my penis. She took it in her hands and
ran the tip back and forth and side to side from her clit to her
vagina. Finally she placed the tip into her vagina and sat down
slowly. The warmth of her felt good, and I concentrated on that
feeling. When she pulled up, I could see her hand massaging her
clit. She continued this rhythm for awhile, as we both became
more excited. She moved the wine bottle in and out of my anus,
pressing it so it would massage my prostate. I couldn’t tell
which was a greater sensation, the pain of needing to piss or the
pleasure of the bottle. She ordered, “Don’t have an orgasm until
I say so.” I forced myself to concentrate on my bladder, to
prevent further arousal. Betty’s motions got more intense, and
suddenly she started another orgasm, moaning and convulsing. The
sensations on my penis were exquisite, but I couldn’t allow
myself to fully appreciate them. She finally stopped moving and
just sat there, my penis still hard and buried deep within her.
Part 4
After a couple of minutes she moved up and off of my
penis and shoved her body back on the bed until her ass was
directly over my face. I closed my eyes, expecting another
flood. Instead, I felt her tongue lick the head of my penis. I
moaned with pleasure, against my will. The wine bottle was again
in motion. Betty sat her ass down on my face, adjusting her
position so her anus was over my mouth. She told me to open it
up. I took my tongue and circled her anus, wetting it and the
surrounding area. Then I pushed my tongue against the opening.
It tasted salty and musky. The odor combined with her tongue was
making me orgasmic. I tensed my stomach muscles to increase the
pain in my bladder, warding off any orgasm. My tongue slid into
her anus. Betty sat down even harder on my face. I pulled my
tongue out and repeated this process. Betty had taken my penis
into her mouth and was doing her best to arouse me. It took all
I could to prevent my orgasm. Pretty soon her anus was relaxed
enough that my tongue went as far in as possible with no resist-
ance. Betty pulled the bottle out of my ass and stood it up
between my legs. Then she got up off my face, turned to face me,
and positioned herself over my penis and the bottle. She held on
to the bottle with one hand behind her back and my penis with the
other hand in front. She squirmed back and forth on the bottle,
gently forcing it into her anus. As she slid down on the bottle,
my penis slid into her vagina again. Betty sighed deeply and sat
down hard. She then started moving up and down the two shafts in
her orifices. This was the first time I was ever jealous of a
wine bottle! I would have liked to take advantage of this splen-
did experience, but I was afraid to add any motions for fear of
coming. She moved her hands, placing one on her clit and the
other on a nipple. Once again, she stimulated herself to a
powerful orgasm After a couple of minutes Betty got up, turned
around and moved her ass back over my face, and told me to fill
her anus with saliva. I felt her lick the head of my penis and
then spread more spit over it. She got into position over my
penis and rubbed the head around her anus. She then put the head
into the opening and pushed down with her body. the head slid in
past her sphincter. A few more partial in and outs helped loosen
her anus the rest of the way, and finally she just sat right
down, my penis fully enclosed in her rectum. She let out a low
moan of pleasure. As she moved up and down, I could see her hand
working her clit feverishly. The other hand took the bottle and
put it back in my anus. She was moving it rapidly, making sure
it rubbed my prostate. I had to clench my stomach to prevent
orgasm every time she pulled up off of me. The hot tightness of
her anus was orgasmic, but the pain in my bladder prevented an
end. After a while, Betty threw her head back and convulsed,
moaning very loudly and deliriously. How many orgasms did this
one make? I had lost count. Once again, she just sat there with
my penis deep inside her for a few minutes.
I was getting delirious by now. I was somewhat drunk, my
bladder was bursting, and I wanted to orgasm. Betty got up,
moved back again, and had her legs holding my shoulders down,
with her ass perched high over my face. I could see her face
lower down towards my penis. She removed the rubber band and
told me not to come. She started massaging my aching balls
gently, and they felt somewhat better. She held my penis up and
rubbed it around her nose. She inhaled the musky odor of her
anus and moaned. Her tongue came out and started licking the
head of my penis. It circled around the edge of the head, lin-
gering at the split on the bottom. Then her lips covered the
head and she sucked on it. She then moved her lips down the
shaft, using her tongue to keep the head stimulated. The hand
supporting my penis now went back to the wine bottle. Betty
moved the bottle in and out and side to side, making sure my
prostate got well massaged. After a few minutes I could take no
more. I started begging her to let me come. She removed her
mouth and asked me, “Am I your Mistress?”
I said yes, and pleaded again with her.
She said, “If I let you come, will you do anything I
desire?”
I answered “Yes! Anything you say,” and sang the next
line, “please release me.”
Her lips covered my penis again and she sucked extra hard
while moving the wine bottle right over my prostate. I knew I
was in trouble, since she hadn’t said I could come. I clenched
my stomach hard, but the pain was overshadowed by the pleasure.
Just when I thought I was doomed, She removed her mouth and
laughingly said, “You can come, I just figured out what I want.”
Part 4
She immediately put her mouth back to work. It took
about 15 seconds more of her expert oral skills until my body
tensed in orgasm. The first shot was almost overpowering. As
the second shot was released, I found out why she was squatting
over my face. Betty had been saving her piss again until I came!
It splattered over my face, neck, and chest. I raised my mouth
to catch it better. I kept pumping into her mouth and she pumped
into mine. My orgasm stopped before her piss, and my mouth was
full. Before I could do anything with the mouthful, she quickly
turned around and shook her head to say no.
Betty sat on my stomach, lowered her head to mine and
then moved her lips to mine. She sucked gently, so I extended my
tongue into her mouth and caught the full taste of my semen. She
pushed my tongue back out and her tongue came into my mouth and
swished the liquid around. The pressure on my stomach suddenly
registered, and since my penis was now deflated, nothing could
hold back my bladder. I started pissing and the stream must have
hit Betty, because she moaned. She took a hand and used it to
aim my penis. She wet her crack, arched her rear up and wet her
stomach and chest, and then squatted down and let the stream flow
over her back. I pushed harder on my bladder then, and piss
started flowing over her shoulders onto my chest. She got up
quickly and lay her head down face up on my stomach. She adjust-
ed the stream until it hit her in the face. She covered her
whole face. Then Betty opened her mouth and let it fill up until
it overflowed. She closed it again, and moved her head up to
mine. We kissed again, exchanging her piss, my piss, and my
come. She aimed the stream for our heads and our hair became
soaked. Finally I finished. It was the longest piss I’d ever
taken. Betty pulled the bottle out of my anus, loosened my ropes
and we embraced; kissing, caressing, and hugging constantly.
After a few minutes, the wet sheets were annoying, so we took a
nice hot bath, cleaning every square inch of each other. We put
clean sheets on the bed. I went and got some food and drink. We
ate and drank until we fell asleep in each others arms. Betty
was the first up the next morning. I awoke to a clicking noise
and found myself handcuffed. Betty quickly got her rope and tied
my ankles to the bed. She then tied my neck to the bed so I
couldn’t sit up and untie my ankles. Betty disappeared for a few
minutes and returned with my roll of Saran Wrap. She searched my
closet and took the belt from my bathrobe. She ripped off a long
sheet of Saran Wrap, making sure it didn’t bunch up, and placed
it flat on the bed. She took the belt and wound one end of the
plastic over the belt a few times. The she stood up, and put the
belt on behind her, the Saran Wrap hanging down her back. She
put a quick knot in the belt and bent down and pulled the Saran
Wrap through her crotch and up under the belt. She then squatted
down, pulled the Saran Wrap tight and knotted the belt securely.
Betty then used her hands to make sure the Saran Wrap was evenly
spread over her rear and through her crotch. She then found her
clit and gently ripped the Saran warp so there was a little hole
where it could stick out. When she was satisfied that everything
was ok, she climbed over me, squatted over my face, and lay down
on my chest and stomach. She maneuvered until her clit was over
my mouth. She then explained, “I’ve read than when elephants get
sexually excited, they piss and shit all over before and after
sex. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like. This is my
desire. I am your mistress. Your reward for obedience will be
an orgasm. Now get me sexually excited.” Betty then placed her
hands on my balls and penis, and the games began. I was really
glad I had bought extra strength Saran Wrap…