Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“But I can’t…” I tell him. “I can’t take any more.”
Josh laughs. “Oh, baby, you can. Hardcorers take plenty. It’s time to get practising.”
He knows full well they are the words I need to spur me on.
I crawl over to the table on a mission as Heath grabs more wine. I stay on the floor with my ass in the air while they laugh and drink, saying thank you every time Heath graces me with a glug of wine straight from the bottle.
I’m nervous when it’s time for them to fill me up with round two. I’m so full that it’s already hurting – gravity working its magic to let their piss run deep inside. Josh goes first this time. He leans forward to watch me grimace as he fills me.
“Don’t clench, Ella, just take it. Loosen up, let it all the way in.”
“I can’t…”
“Trust me, baby, you can. And remember, I know how it feels. Oh fuck, how I know how it feels.”
I wonder how many times Josh has been in my position. A human toilet with his ass in the air.
I want to be a good slut for him as well as for Heath. I want my inner slut to reign proud, and show myself in my full glory – a hardcorer to the extreme. Born to top the leaderboard.
So I do loosen up. I do what Josh tells me, and embrace the filthy sensation for the bliss that it is. I take the guys’ piss as deep as it’ll go, and I thank them for using me. I thank them for the sensation of feeling so fucking full. So fucking used. So fucking filthy.
And then, when they give me permission, I crawl with my full sloshing ass clenched tight, all the way to the bathroom. I squat in the shower over the plughole with a smile on my face, like they tell me to – with both men watching as the bottle gets emptied.
Holy fuck, how it streams out of me.
They crouch down low so they can see, and the glee in Heath’s dirty eyes is unparalleled.
Piss play is definitely his thing.
“Do it,” he says. “Let it all out. Push as hard as you can.”
I blank my mind to everything but the sensation as I let loose. Four loads of piss from the depths of my fucking ass, still warm and nurtured from the past few hours.
I’ve never felt anything so revoltingly hot in my life.
Freedom through exposure. Freedom without restraint. Freedom that gives me a smile on my face at the sheer thought of what the guys must be witnessing as my inner bottle flows free.
“Filthy little curva,” Heath says, and crawls forward to kiss me.
I’m lost to the sensations of being a filthy curva. I’m heady and desperate, too wound up for it to end.
“I want more,” I tell him. “Please tell me you have more for me. Please.”
“Oh, we have more, curva. Just like you do.”
He gets up and switches on the hot shower, and I stand to join both men. A tangle of limbs and lips as the remnants of their piss washes down the drain. Such a waste…
At least there’s plenty more to come.
Mouthful after mouthful of wine from every angle, and this time we all savour it – like we did with the beautiful varieties at the vineyard.
I think my favourite tonight is Josh’s actually, but it’s a close call…
Luckily, we have an abundance of wine to give us so much more wine. More and more spilling free as the night goes on, all of us glugging back water along with the alcohol.
So much for Heath’s no spillage on the kitchen floor rule earlier.
It’s my turn to be the voyeur as the guys get caught up together for one particularly explosive spray. They laugh as they stand and hose each other, both of them straining for the highest reach. I’m laughing along with them until it gets serious, and Josh grabs Heath’s piss-wet hair to throw him to the ground. Poor Heath lands hard on the sopping wet floor tiles.
“I’m not wasting any more. Open your filthy fucking mouth and be a curva yourself, baby. Drink my piss and thank me for it,” Josh says.
Oh, fuck, his tone is so fucking strong.
I rub my sopping pussy as Heath scrambles to his knees.
“It’s my proposal, remember?”
Josh smirks a filthy smirk. “Yeah, but we all know this is how you like it. Dish it out all you like, Heath, but you’ll always be a dirty slut yourself, begging for just as much.”
Josh has him nailed. A moan from Heath, and he opens his mouth wide, catching Josh’s spray like it’s the fountain of life. My boyfriend fucks his face as he’s pissing – a sloshing stream spurting from Heath’s lips with every thrust.
I put one of my feet up on the dining table, legs spread as I play and watch. It’s so hot, it gives me butterflies upon butterflies.