1. The Golden Shower Virgin


    Date: 5/24/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: RayneDor, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    before her. She motioned for me to lower myself and I kneeled on the floor, just inches away from the toilet. My cock was already beginning to harden. ‘Are you ready?” Anya asked. She sat with her hands resting on her knees, her thighs apart, and there was a moment of silence as her stomach tensed and she strained to let go. It took a few seconds but then the first tentative drops tinkled musically into the bowl, splattering against the porcelain. Her bush, as I have said, was very full and I couldn’t see much until her stream suddenly burst from her in a thick, golden jet. As I watched, she scooted back on the seat a little and spread her legs wider. I was entranced by the sight but I managed to tear my eyes away for a second and I saw that she was staring at me intently. Her eyes were glistening and I could see that she was getting turned on. ‘God, this does excite you, doesn’t it?” she said. My cock was straining now, my erection pointing right towards the dark patch between her legs. She leaned back even further and used the fingers of both hands to spread the lips of her pussy so that I could see the pinkness within. Her stream was finger thick, emerging, I could see, from just beneath the upper margin of her inner labia. Above it, her clit poked through in obvious tumescence. ‘You want to be peed on too, don’t you?’ she asked suddenly. There was a note of wonder in her voice as if she had suddenly had a revelation. ‘Maybe all over your cock?’ I knew she was staring at ...
    me speculatively but I couldn’t meet her eyes. Still entranced by the hypnotic column of gushing urine and the bubbling, thrumming sound as it met the toilet water, I could only nod dumbly, wishing the moment could last forever. All too soon, of course, the stream dwindled away to a final few drops. Anya stood up immediately and by the time I climbed to my feet she was already beginning to pull her panties back on. I was desperately aroused now. I wanted to eat her, to fuck her, to bury my tongue deep in her ass, but she was having none of it. She swatted my cock, making it bounce. ‘I don’t have time to deal with that, right now,’ she told me. ‘I have work to do still.’ She turned to leave then, but stopped by the bathroom door. This time, when she spoke, her voice was a little softer. ‘Maybe later we can see what we can do for you,’ she said. @@@-@@@ The rest of the afternoon and early evening seemed to pass in agonizing slowness. We ordered Chinese for supper and afterwards watched a documentary that Anya had been wanting to see. Usually, when Anya is horny and plans to do something about it later, she gives me little signals, some intentional, some unconscious. On this particular night, however, she gave me nothing and I was beginning to think I was going to be disappointed. It was only later that she finally asked me to brew her up a pot of Chamomile tea. ‘A good big pot, she said.’ She then gave me a meaningful look that made my pulse race, and added: ‘I think I’ll be ...
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