1. Hiding In The Woods


    Date: 10/5/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: naughtybessparker, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    sight that met my eyes; six strapping men in soiled football strips were advancing towards me, crashing through the undergrowth with determined strides. All of them were red in the face with anger, and all of them were looking at me! Crap! “I told you she’d be here! Fucking little pervert! Look at her pissing herself!” I recognise the man shouting immediately. He was one of my favourite footballer players, one with a particularly weak bladder. I certainly wasn’t a favourite of his though, he didn’t look at all happy. “What do you want?” I gasped shakily as I backed away, body trembling. One of the taller footballers, a brown haired man, came up behind me and grabbed my arms hauling me around to face the others. “Spying on us again, were you? Watching us take a piss!” roared one of the group. Ashen with fear, I looked from man to man. “Again?” I sobbed. “You knew I was here?” “Of course we fucking did! What? Did you think you were invisible?” I was in trouble, of that I was certain. I’d never considered the consequences of getting caught spying, it hadn’t occurred to me. I’d never thought about what the footballers would do if they spotted me. Now I was surrounded by half the team and they looked like they wanted to kill me. I try to squirm away but it was token gesture. I knew it was hopeless. When a third footballer pushed me to the ground, I didn’t struggle. There was no point. I let him sit astride me holding my arms above my head to pin me down. Resistance on my part ...
    would merely infuriate him and that wouldn’t be good. Brain functioning remarkably clearly despite the dangers, I quickly realised that honesty was my best option in this utterly bizarre situation. “I like watching you,” I confessed, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I get off on it.” The effect was immediate and seemed positive. The footballer holding me relaxed his grip a little and the look on his face mutated from one of hatred to utter disbelief. “Oh yeah, is that right!” another man interjected. “Ok, let’s see how you like this!” Walking towards me in a distinctly aggressive manner, he positioned himself over my head and pulled down his shorts. I watched helplessly as he took out his cock, aimed it at my face and pissed on me. His acrid pee hit my forehead, stinging my eyes and running into my mouth. I gagged and spat out the foul liquid but it kept on coming, washing over my skin and filling my mouth. “Oh yes!” I didn’t know where that groan came from at first, I certainly didn’t register that it was my voice. “Ooh…” There it was again…me… in raptures! My taste buds exploded as the salty urine filled my mouth. The taste was bitter, vile, yet also a flavour I’d been craving. Suddenly my brain burst into life, sending out electrical pulses which rippled through every fibre of my being. Blood surged through my veins and a raging fire burned within my loins. Fucking hell! What a turn-on. Watching the footballers pee had been enormously arousing but being pissed on … I fucking ...
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