Ice Cold Beer? I Don’t Think So!
Refined English ladies don’t usually drink beer. I love a gin and tonic or glass of Pimms in the summer, wine at any time, and a good liqueur after a meal. But beer – even if it’s ice cold beer, no! Frankly, it’s a drink fit for boorish peasants, colonial louts, and rugby players. It tastes foul and only really has one use – and that’s a kinky one!
It all started – like so many of my adventures – in the US. My company sent me to a conference in New York and I took an extra week to travel around and see the sights. I soon hooked up with a hot American guy who worked on the NYSE. He took me out to dinner and then to a show on Broadway. He appeared to be the perfect gentleman.
After the show, we called in at a little bar for a nightcap. Almost straight away, he started pressing his knee against mine under the bar. I responded like the lady I am by reaching down and grabbing his cock. Very surprised, he almost spilled both our drinks. I smiled demurely and expertly massaged his erection, teasing him further by picking up his bottle of beer and seductively licking the rim.
We got back to his place – a stylish converted loft with polished wooden floors. I snuggled up next to him and reached for his zipper. At this point, most men usually press down hard on the back of your head and hope that you take the hint…But this man had other ideas. “Would you like a beer?” I was nonplussed and politely declined, reaching for his dick again. Then he explained everything.
Ice Cold Golden Shower
He was into water sports and wanted me to piss on him. In fact, he was so into it, that being pissed on by a woman was the only way he could cum. Last night’s dream suddenly flashed before me where I was caught peeing outdoors… However, his fantasy was to watch me drink bottle after bottle of ice cold beer and then pee all over him. If I’d do that for him, he’d do absolutely anything I wanted. In bed or out of bed. He’d be my slave forever and…whatever. I’ll try anything once…
I drank three bottles of ice cold beer, teasing and flirting and rubbing the cold glass against my nipples. Then I switched to water, and then coffee. He insisted I hold it in even though I was desperate for a pee. Finally, the ache in my bladder became agonising. I reckoned I had about 10 seconds until I wet myself. I ordered him to lie on the polished wood floor and open his mouth. Squatting imperiously over him, I pulled my pussy open.
Pissing Pussy
The first splattering drops seemed to take forever, and then suddenly I was in full flow. The relief was exquisite and I directed the full jet of piss straight against his chest. He’d begged for this and I was going to make him take every last drop. I thrust my hips forwards and aimed the hot flow straight at his mouth. It splattered all over his face. I took vicious pleasure in making sure that his nostrils, eyes and hair were well and truly soaked.
As the flow began to ease, I squatted lower and aimed into his mouth. He had no choice but to take it. Completely aroused now, I ordered him to drink and swallow the last drops. I then sat back and eased his rock-hard cock into my throbbing pussy. Lost in my own pleasure I rode the piss-splattered wretch to orgasm.
Normally I like to cuddle with a man straight after I cum, but this time I passed. I rolled off him and went for a shower, leaving him to mop the pine floor…
There’s nothing I like more than ‘power pissing’ in my fantasies. Taking control and letting you have it! Call your favourite naughty English girl
EMILY
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