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The Golden Shower Virgin
Date: 5/24/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: RayneDor, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories
needing it…’ Well… you can probably imagine my feelings at that moment. Anya actually ended up drinking two pots of tea all by herself and I am fairly sure that her slowness, and the exaggerated way she savored each sip was calculated to make crazy with anticipation. Even if that was imagination on my part, that was the effect and, by the time she finished the very last cup I was a jangle of nerves. Finally, she stood up. ‘You get undressed,’ she said. ‘And, don’t come into the bathroom until I call you…’ My God… the next five or ten minutes seemed like an eternity. I was hard even before I was fully undressed and I was just about hopping from foot to foot in an agony of frustrated longing until she eventually summoned me. I walked to the bathroom and, with my heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest, I pushed open the door. The shower was running at full blast, the water echoing with a steady roar against the empty tub, and the room was hot and close with clouds of steam. Anya had placed a towel on the floor against the foot of the toilet and she was standing facing me. She wore, about her hips, something she had used a number of times before, consisting of a narrow, studded leather strap around her waist with two even thinner straps extending downward and running beneath her on each side of her mound. Way underneath, I knew, was a ring connecting to a second set of straps that attached to the back of the belt an spread her pretty bottom cheeks apart. She usually only ... wore this for those special sessions when she was planning for my oral attention back there. She looked, I can only say, alluring in the extreme… I stepped towards her, stopping at the edge of the towel between us, and I was about to say something when she reached up and place her finger across my lips. I’m not even sure what it was that I wanted to say to her at that moment, but it was clear that I wasn’t to speak. ‘If we are going to do this,’ she said, ‘we are going to do it all… I’m going to pee for you. I’m going to piss over your cock and balls and then,’ she continued, ‘I am going to save some. What I save… you’ll take in your mouth. You are going to taste what I give you right from my cunt… Is that agreed? Say now if you have second thoughts,’ Oh God… Let me say here that I was fully aware that many men like to drink pee and I had seen it often enough on porn videos and the like. Still, I had yet to even be peed upon, much less in, and actually taking it in my mouth was a step well beyond anything I had fantasized about. In a different, less charged moment, the mere contemplation of the idea might have repelled me but, suddenly, in the steamy hot fug of the bathroom, about to realize a cherished dream. I discovered I wanted it desperately. The thought of tasting her hot nectar, the sheer intimacy of the act, blossomed as an ache of intense longing deep within the pit of my stomach… 'Yes,’ I croaked hoarsely. ‘I’ll… I’ll do it.’ Anya continued to look at me expectantly. ...