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Danielle
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Danielle
There was no way I was going to dirty up my
sheets with that vile, demented fucker. I'd
seen guys like him before, and I avoid them like
the fucking plague. Many women throw themselves
at guys as handsome, well-built, and as wealthy
as Troy, ending up letting him spray cum all over
their faces, fuck them up the ass, make them totally
subservient, while he goes out and screws every hot
pussy in town. No way in hell was I going to
subject myself to that.
He was persistent, though. I knew it wasn't me he
was after, but one more good-looking piece of ass
for his trophy case. So I resisted his obvious
charms, telling him to take a hike.
That only made him more persistent, though. What
you can't have is quite often what you think you
want the most. I know. Troy simply would not take
no for an answer, so I decided to turn the tables on
him. I called him and asked him to come over.
Troy arrived with a hard-on and a smile. I danced
away from his grasp, not even letting the man kiss
me. It was hard to resist. I mean, the
twenty-seven-year-old, blonde-haired, blue-eyed
Adonis with the V-shaped torso, bedroom eyes, and
sexy smile was exactly the type of specimen who
haunts my nightly cream dreams, but I wasn't going
to give in - no fucking way.
Troys self-assured demeanor evaporated and the man
looked utterly confused. I knew that he was
wondering why I had called him over to my place if I
wasn't going to spread my legs for him. I gave him
his answer.
I told him I wasn't going to fuck him. I told him
I'd met guys like him all my life, and I knew he was
just vile and demented enough to get off on
something really kinky. I told him I have a secret
fetish, and those baby blues simply sparkled.
I asked Troy to undress. I salivated as I gazed
at his wonderful body, especially his stiff ramrod.
I felt my resistance weakening, so I grabbed him by
the cock and led him into my bathroom. I tugged the
shower curtain back and told that lust-crazed stud
to lie in my tub.
Troy must have done this before. His smile spread
from ear to ear. He obediently lay in my lap,
lustily saying, "Give me a shower. Piss all over
me."
I didn't undress. I merely reached under my dress
and squirmed out of my panties. Holding my dress up
to my hips, I stepped into the tub, straddling that
naked hunk. I squatted over his face, and Troy
gushed on and on about what a pretty pussy I have
and how much he'd love to taste it.
I shut him up by spraying that handsome, tanned
face with a torrent of golden piss. I'd saved up
for hours, finally unleashing it in the manner I
love best - all over that handsome face.
Troy moaned like a maniac as my stinging spray
of hot piss soaked his face, steaming into his hair,
into his ears, down his cheeks, down his chin, and
even dampening his shoulders. It steamed around his
body toward the drain, dampening that stud from head
to toe.
When the final dribbles of my golden elixer
plopped onto Troy's chin, he rubbed his hands all
over his face and through his hair, moaning even
deeper. And then, shocking the hell out of me and
making me squeal and jump, his cock blasted off,
spraying my ass with thick gobs of cum. That man
came simply from being pissed on!
I was astounded. No man had ever gotten so turned
on by having me piss on him. And that had an
immediate arousing effect on me. I smothered that
stud with my pussy, grinding myself off shamelessly
against his face as he licked and lapped me
hungrily.
I came quickly, shrieking, jerking, coming so hard
that my whole body shook. Troy's hands began
getting too bold, so in mid-orgasm, I rose off him
and stepped out of the tub.
I ordered Troy to dress and leave me, which he
did, but he's been bugging the hell out of me for
a repeat shower. And the more I think about it,
the more my resistance is weakening. I love pissing
on an arrogant stud like Troy.
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