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Patty 2/4
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Patty's Story by LewdLucy
Part 2 of 4
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Tonight trip was to Tucci's Restaurant.
Patty had worn her beige wool sweater and
matching skirt. The skirt was a loose
pleated affair that was comfortable and
rested just at the knee. She wore red
panties and (at Norms direction), no bra.
She hoped that she would be made exited
enough to make her nipples poke against the
rough harsh material of her sweater. Her
tits were so small that was the only way the
lack of a bra would embarrass her. When
exited, her nipples were almost longer than
her tits. The would turn hard and brown.
Little pricks her girlfriends had called
them in showers at high school.
"Hand me your glass" he ordered.
Patty passed Norm the wine glass, mildly
curious of what he could have on his mind.
Norm looked at her and nonchalantly put the
glass under the table.
When he brought it back above the table,
Patty couldn't believe her eyes. The glass
was three quarters full of yellow liquid.
Norm held the glass up to her, it seemed
like minutes before Patty reached up and
took the glass from him, surprised by the
uncomfortable heat of the glass. She place
the glass on the table to the left of her
plate, surprised, that even from it place on
the table, the urine smell was strong enough
to clearly touch her nostrils. While the
glass sat in place, Patty still kept her
hand around the body of the glass, almost
hypnotized by the feeling, as though no
glass stood between the urine and her hand.
Finally Patty released her hold moving the
tip of her index finger past a drop that was
beaded near the rim of the glass. Looking
at Norm, she locked eyes as she raised the
finger to her lips. Norms eyes grew to a
wide stare, giving Patty the self conscious
embarrassed feeling she was seeking as the
faint bitter aftertaste of Norm's urine
spread along her tongue and the roof of her
mouth.
Patty was breathing hard, her nostrils
flaring slightly and her tits were capped by
her little prick-like nipples. As the taste
in her mouth faded, Patty's breathing
returned to normal. Her small tits were
throbbing now and her hard nipples pushed at
the front of her sweater.
"Look at me Patty". "I want you to take one
of those rolls and eat it. I want you to
keep taking bites until you little mouth is
full of the roll, then you can have a small
drink of that nice warm piss to soften the
dough and give it a little flavor for you to
chew on and swallow. Remember, just take
enough to soften the roll, I wouldn't want
you to loose out on a nice taste treat by
making to soft to chew on. How does that
sound to you?"
"It sounds like a very nasty roll" whisper
Patty, scared and exited, she was sinking
fast into that hole of self defilement that
only Norm seemed to know existed for her.
She couldn't believe the consuming pleasure
she found in these excursions to masochistic
degradation. "Are you going to make me take
a small drink first?"
"A small drink of what, Patty"
"Are you going to make me drink some piss
first?" As Patty whispered the degrading
question she let her hand pass her left tit,
rubbing the harsh material against her
nipple. She stopped and squeezed it between
her finger in thumb for a fleeting second.
Exited but not wanting to get caught.
"What a little slut." "I don't think many
women beg to be made to drink piss Patty."
"Take a drink Patty. Take a drink because
you're the nastiest little creature that was
ever going to drink pisssssssssssss."
Patty hesitated only a moment before she
raised the glass and allowed just the
slightest amount of the piss to flow from
the glass into her mouth, careful to keep it
from going to the back of her throat, she
leveled her head and allowed her mouth to
open enough for Norm to see the small puddle
of piss in her mouth, then closing her
mouth, she swallowed, keeping her tongue
against the roof of her mouth sucking all
the flavor she could get from this nasty
refreshment. She was coming to crave the
wicked feeling that came with performing
such filthy acts.
Norm watched, his erection pulsing as Patty
put down the glass and picked up the largest
roll from the basket. She would take a bite
and just hold it in her mouth as directed,
when enough time passed for her to appear to
have eaten it to anyone that might be
watching, she would take another bite until
her mouth was indeed packed with moist bread
dough. Patty chewed it enough to loosen it
enough to absorb the smelly urine she would
soon be bringing to her lips. Finally, she
picked up the warm glass and held it to her
lips. When she had let a good amount of
piss mix with the dough, she looked at Norm.
She had be looking at him all the time, but
had been lost in herself, lost in every
second of the perverse show she was putting
on. Her checks were bulging slightly as she
started chewing in earnest on the urine
reeked bread dough. The combination and
loss of temperature brought out the bile
bitterness of Norms urine. Patty almost
retched but held it back. She took a little
more piss from the glass making the dough
looser. When she had finally consumed her
acrid meal, she looked at Norm with a weak
smile. She felt dirty, pathetically dirty
and nasty, as though she had soiled herself.
She scolded herself, "Here you are at thirty
two, eating pissy rolls and posing with
piss in your mouth."
Outwardly, Patty smiled then opened her
mouth slightly so Norm could see she had
indeed finished her meal. She took her last
drink of the now cold briny liquid. She
swallowed it and sucked a breath of air
through her mouth catching what remained of
her nasty act on the flat of her tongue and
swallowed again, caught up she sucked her
tongue against the roof of her mouth
collecting any remnants like sucking on a
lifesaver, even licking it from her gumline
and the back of her teeth. Norm certainly
got more than he bargained for she thought.
He wanted nasty. I'm the nastiest.
Unconsciously, Patty licked her briny lips.
"Would you like dessert?" the waiter asked.
Patty turned to the waiter and declined with
a "No, thank you." Her slight smile faded
as she saw took in his revulsion to her
pissy breath. He recovered well, and only
Patty knew that his senses were offended,
but her insight to his reaction brought a
powerful feeling of self-revulsion. This in
turn caused Patty's cunt to literally ooze
with slimy lubrication. She looked over at
Norm. Her crimson cheeks giving away the
fact that something happened. Thinking the
maybe Patty had flirted with the young
waiter decided that the game should go
further.
"Well now, wasn't that a lovely meal" he
teased, "Certainly something unusual is in
order to top it off."
Patty waited, wondering what Norm would
think of. What would he do next with his
little toy.
"Patty," whispering now and leaning over the
table, "I think you should go visit the
ladies room before we leave for the movies."
So Norm would now intrude on the privacy of
her body habits. Patty shivered slightly at
this presumption. She chided herself into
self satisfying mortification, "So now
you're going to let someone tell you when to
pee". "The waiter could smell his piss on
your breath", her mind was scanning her
consciousness for other embarrassments.
"Your panties are absolutely gooey" she
continued to herself.
"Yes Patty, go to the ladies room and peel
your panties down and piss on the floor."
"In fact, take your panties all the way off
and roll them up and carry them out in your
hand." Norms gestured her away like a
servant.
Patty surveyed the room on the way to the
bathroom. There as an outer room with a
cheap make-up dresser and chair, and an
inner room with two toilet stalls and a sink
area. Patty checked both stalls and finding
the empty quickly lifted her skirt and
surprised at the accuracy of Norms
description, literally peeled her gooey
underpants down from her crotch. Patty had
very nice legs though thin and lacking any
tan. She let the wet garment drop down her
legs and lifted one foot out of them and
raised the other foot bringing her panties
to her reach. She couldn't resist turning
the slippery fabric inside out, bringing the
crotch to her view, then raising it to her
nose. She was delighted by her pungent
nasty odor. The slime was thick enough for
her to run her tongue through and gather on
the tip. It was as though she had blown her
nose in them. Patty pressed her tongue to
the roof of her mouth and sucked up her own
flavors as she watched the door and pissed
in the middle of the room. The looseness of
her pleated skirt made it necessary to use
both hands to hold it up and keep it from
being splashed as she pissed. She put the
panties in her mouth and sucked out the
slimy remains of her lube as she did so.
Patty pictured what she must look like in
the eye of a stranger walking in. Secretly,
she wished someone would walk in. Someone
elegant and dignified, someone who would
emphasize the nastiness of her act. She
could imagine the delicious feelings of
mortification that would come with
discovery.
She wished there was a mirror in front of
her so she could see herself like this as
the stream of piss came out of her slit.
Piss. She had thought of it as just a
function until now. Now it was forbidden
and sexual. As she pissed, it would become
and act of supplication. Pissing would
never be the same.
She relieved herself just enough to render
obedience to Norms wicked command and leave
a noticeable puddle. Patty could feel her
face heating up as each second brought more
of a prospect of some stranger coming
through the door finding her letting her
bladder go on the floor. As she stopped her
flow in mid stream, her thighs were streaked
with her warm urine. Letting her skirt fall
into place she squeezed her thighs together
savoring the wicked nastiness of the sticky
fluid cough between her legs.
She pulled the drenched panty material from
her mouth. Closing her hand tightly to
conceal the rolled up delicate material,
Patty left the ladies room and walked back
to the table. Norm, rising, brought out his
wallet, removed some bills and sat down
again.
Patty sat down waiting for Norm to finish
his affairs with the bill the waiter had
left. She was aware of the air on her cunt
and was surprised how different the feeling
was to be without underpants. She was
surprised that she could smell her urine so
strongly, wondering if others could or if it
was more due to her knowing she was streaked
with it.
With out looking up, as though he had not
the slightest interest, Norm asked her if
she had sucked on her panties. Patty was
astounded. She was flustered and took
almost a minute to compose herself. "Am I
that predictable?" she thought to herself.
She waited until he looked at her, holding
her eyes on his she whispered "Yes Norm, I
brought the smelly crotch of my panties to
my mouth and licked my cream from them."
"There was a lot of it." "I sucked them
thoroughly". "I sucked them while I pissed
on the floor for you". "I was very nasty to
do that." "They tasted very nasty, and I
can still taste them now." "I'm very nasty
aren't I?"
"Yes Patty, your very nasty" "Imagine a
woman your age doing these things, tisk
tisk"
"Now Patty, since you liked our young waiter
so much, why don't we leave him something
extra."
This was a subject for Norm to commiserate
with her about, he generally handled all
such matters when the were out together.
Then Norm made clear his intention. "Why
don't you put you nasty little panties on
your plate and put the menu on top of them."
"Yes, I'm sure he'll never forget your
little tip."
Patty stood and literally dripped onto the
floor as she secreted her soiled panties
onto the plate under the menu. Moving
quickly she moved next to Norm, anxious now
to get out before the waiter came to clear
the table.
Norm moved quickly with her to her relief,
but stopped just before the door pretending
to read a notice on the wall. Patty watched
in delightful horror as the young man went
about the business of picking up the check
and money, then lifting the menu, saw
Patty's secret. He looked around the room
passed her to the other end of the room then
back locking his eyes on Patty's as he
closed his hand on the panties and gathered
them into his palm like a spider. Patty
could tell exactly when he sensed their
wetness. She did not look away. Standing
straight, she spread her feet another six
inches aware that her knew she was allowing
her unpantied cunt to breath under her
skirt. Delightedly embarrassed that the
waiter knew she was opening her naked cunt
with her opened leg stance. She would never
forget his look of realization about what
this strange woman was about. If he ever
saw her again, Patty knew he would
recognized her without doubt. She hoped
when they left he would visit the spot where
she now stood and look down at the mess her
drippy cunt was leaving on the floor.
She was brought back from her lustful trance
by Norm pulling her hand, she turned and
left, walking behind Norm, her cheeks
stinging with very satisfying self
debasement.
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