Watersports Fiction

Tying women up and pissing on them, that's what I really like. They don't know I'm going to do it either - their shock and surprise is all part of the thrill.

Both men and women fancy me. I'm pretty but not so gorgeous that people are afraid to approach me - feminine in a tomboyish sort of way. Everyone thinks a little thing like me would welcome their attention.

I am obsessed with my body. I masturbate a lot. Every day I do something so I will be reminded constantly of my body. I never wear knickers or a bra - not that I much need a bra. One day I might put sellotape on my nipples so I am aware of them all day. Or I might tie a piece of cord around my waist with another pulled tight into my arse and between the lips of my sex so it rubs me all day. It makes me sore as hell but that's good - I'm aware of myself for days after that.

Love balls, little vibrators - I'll often have something in all day. I have a pair of jeans with the pockets cut out so I know all I have to do is put my hand in there to touch myself. Even a pair of stolen knickers: the unfamiliar feeling of wearing knickers and knowing whose they are - which pretty nurse's cunt they have been pressed against - will have me highly charged all day. I always return them after pissing in them. Washed of course.

Anything, anything so that my body is in my thoughts all day.

I've never had sex with any of the other staff, unless you count borrowing their intimate things. They all assume it's one of the patients.

I drink a lot at work. I like the feel of a full bladder. I will trap myself in meetings when I know that I'm going to be absolutely desperate to go. And when I do finally relieve myself I have wonderful fantasies about who I'm relieving myself all over.

I have many techniques for finding my subjects. I've tried contact magazines and web sites but that's no good. It's all too premeditated. I only enjoy it if there's real shock and surprise and she is a virgin.

So it has to be casual pick ups. Couples are best - I like him watching me do it to her. Pubs are OK, clubs better, but you get known. All men like the idea of a threesome and most women at least like to try sex with another woman.

My favourite at the moment is hitchhiking. Sounds risky? Maybe, but if someone wants to fuck me that's OK and getting hurt is unlikely.

Always a quiet country road where people don't drive fast. Forget cars piled with luggage - just passing though. Wait for one that's not in a hurry with a likely looking couple. Then hitch. I wear cut off denim shorts and a T-shirt and carry a tiny rucksack. The men always gawp. Sometimes the women tell them off. Sometimes the car stops. They ask where I'm going. I shrug and mention a nearby town.

When I get in I act worn out, hungry and broke. I'll say I slept rough the night before. I don't wash for a couple of days so I smell a bit, so they can smell my cunt. Sometimes they don't get it and drop me off as soon as they can. Often enough they feel sorry for me, they want to be the good Samaritan - and they want to fuck me. "Would you like to come back to our place for a bath and a bite to eat?" I act pathetically grateful.

They usher me straight to the bathroom. As I soak I imagine their intense discussion: shall we, shan't we?

I never come out of the bathroom voluntarily. Perhaps she will knock on the door and ask if I'd like a cup of tea. When she brings it in I'm lying back in the bath with my legs apart. I leave the denim shorts on the floor with the crotch showing. The dirty crotch. She offers to wash my things. I accept.

Later she comes back with some clothes for me. Jeans, knickers, T-shirt. Hardly ever a skirt. When she comes in I get out of the bath and dry myself, keeping her in conversation, showing my little body to her.

I put the jeans and T-shirt on. I hand the knickers back to her.

The next test is always what he says when I encounter him. A brusque "where can we drop you when your washing's done?" and you can forget it. But usually it's: "would you like a drink?" I drink lots. Beer, wine, water. Maybe we'll have something to eat.

Have you noticed that men sit in armchairs, women sit on sofas? I sit next to her if possible.

What happens after the preliminaries? Let me give you an example.

Very nice couple, quite young, nice place, not hard up. Things had happened more or less as described up to this point. Now we were in their living room and they were chatting me up but they were a little unsure of themselves. I pretended to feel drowsy - the wine. I started to let my head nod. I leaned over and rested my head on her lap. She didn't seem to mind. I could feel them exchanging glances, trying to work out what to do next.

She began to stroke my hair. I dozed for a while, genuinely. When I woke I raised my head and kissed her and fondled her breasts. It surprised her but she responded. We kissed and she caressed my tits through my T-shirt.

He watched wide-eyed. I guessed this might be their first threesome. She wasn't bold enough to take the lead so I put my hand up her skirt and felt her cunt through her knickers, not gently. She gasped - surprise I think - but then she relaxed back into the sofa excited as hell. I unzipped my jeans and pulled her hand down inside them. I was feeling her roughly and she seemed to be on the point of coming so I got up and went to sit on his lap.

I rubbed my bottom against his erection.

"Has she wanted a woman for a long time?" I asked him.

He nodded. He too was practically coming in his pants. She looked flushed and ready for anything.

"Would she like to see you fuck me?" I said to him. "Or how about we tie her up and fuck her?" I suggested. He would have agreed to anything. Putty in my hands, both of them.

So he said to his wife: "All right if she ties you up?" The idea obviously appealed to him and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Not that she was going to say no. Anything so long as she got her cunt seen to.

He went off to find something to tie her up with - I've had string, masking tape, neck ties, dressing gown cord - everything in the past. While he was out I pulled her knickers down and licked her cunt for her. She liked that.

On this occasion it was raffia - raffia! We stripped her off, laid her on her back on the sofa and tied her wrists to her ankles, legs wide apart, knees up to her shoulders so she was open and suckable and fuckable.

Then I told him to stand over on the other side of the room and wank himself while I did it to her. I took my clothes off, put one foot across her onto the sofa so I was standing over her, and I let go. People think a woman can't direct her piss - even some women. Not true. Fingers either side can give perfect control with practice.

What I like is the total shock and surprise on their faces as they get pissed on. On their tits, on their faces, on their precious sofas. Total, transfixed shock.

How do they react when the shock passes? I know what you're thinking. They're disgusted and chuck me out? Well, I can tell you that that doesn't happen very often. I'll tell you about people's typical reactions in a moment.

What happened this time? She just looked at me, unable to believe what I was doing. So I carried on, standing straddling her like that, smiling at her, pissing down onto her as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if everyone did it. She seemed frozen in shock as I rained on her face, neck and on her big, sloppy breasts,

When I'd emptied I bent down and sucked her wet nipples and put two fingers up her cunt and wanked her. She came in no time at all, all that shock surging through into pleasure. She started to smile as she realised how much she'd enjoyed it, enjoyed watching the piss coming out of me and wetting her, enjoyed being pissed on by another woman. When I'd done her I put on the jeans and T-shirt she'd given me, went into the hallway where my rucksack was and left. Eventually I caught a bus home, wetting myself on the bus for good measure.

Sometimes I stay, but that time walking out like that just made it all the more exciting.

On another occasion I was sitting on a gate waiting for a likely car when two cyclists drew up and asked me the way. I didn't have a clue and I don't think they really wanted to know - anyway I think they had actually been looking for somewhere to stop, if you know what I mean. We got chatting. She was very attractive and I was being as obvious as I could. "What was I doing?" they asked. Out for a walk - just thinking about doing a bit of sunbathing in the field when they came along - did they want to join me? Not waiting for an answer I pulled my T-shirt over my head. A pair of bare tits said all that needed to be said.

We hopped over the gate.

She said they'd been to the pub at lunchtime and she needed a pee first (a bit presumptuous, I thought) and she started to walk away. I said I did too, so followed her a few pointless yards away from him. She turned her back to me, pulled her shorts down and crouched. I took my shorts off, went up behind her and pissed all down her back. The thrill! She let out a little exclamation but turned around and still peeing herself put her hand to my cunt making my piss spray all over her.

"God, come here!" she said. And she practically wrestled me to the ground while we were both still peeing and she was all over me kissing, licking, sucking, fingering me as if she hadn't had it for years. He watched for a while then gave me a really good, energetic fucking. I actually came, which is unusual for me when I'm with someone. They wanted to see me again but I never do that.

I like sex with men. Occasionally you get a really good fuck like that. Being fucked by a woman is nice. But what I really enjoy is sex with myself, re-living a good piss on, fantasising about the next one.

So how do people usually react? There isn't a typical encounter, the circumstances vary so much. This one was quite unplanned:

I was shopping on a Friday evening. I was wearing a short cotton dress. Nothing underneath, of course. I must have been spotted by a couple though I hadn't noticed them. They were behind me in the checkout queue. When I realised they were aware of me I dropped a box of cornflakes and bent down to pick it up, accidentally brushing my bottom against him as I did so. Neither of us said anything.

I dawdled so that they caught up with me on the way out, struggling with my bags - not that I had bought that much.

Could I manage? Did I want a hand? Had I got a car? Would I like a lift?

Then, en route: had I got time for a quick drink on the way? Well I wasn't going to say no was I? They were in their thirties, confident, knew what they were after. Over drinks ("Where do you put all that beer?" - they would soon find out!) they began to drop a few hints and I made all the right responses.

On the way back to their place the conversation became more explicit. She sat in the back with me and stroked the inside of my thigh, never higher than the hem of my dress, mind you.

By the time we arrived we had discussed what we were going to do: play act a scene in which he had picked me up and brought me home, his wife is out but comes back just as we're about to get down to it - and we'd improvise from there.

As soon as we arrived he and I went to the living room. He unzipped his flies and got his cock out and told me to stroke it. He put his hand up my dress and wasn't surprised to find no knickers. Maybe he'd seen my cunt when I was leaning over to get the peas out of the freezer cabinet.

She burst in and flew into a very convincing rage. He shouted at her then jumped up and slapped her across the face (!) "You frigid cow, I'm going to fuck her so shut up!"

"Oh no you're not," she retorted. She was screaming and swearing at him. He grabbed her arms to control her and asked me to help. "I'm going to fuck someone who actually enjoys it and you're damn well going to watch," he said.

We manhandled her up the stairs. She was struggling as though it was all for real, which made it all the more fun. He pushed her to the bedroom floor and tied her to the bedstead so she was sitting, fully clothed, with her back to the bed. The idea was that he'd give me a good shagging while she 'suffered' by being forced to listen, if not watch. He and I stripped off. I lay on the bed and he shoved his cock up me and started to give me a good seeing-to while she struggled, ranted and raved. Whatever turns you on.

But halfway through our fuck he said to me: "For goodness sake, shut her up will you?"

Perhaps I was supposed to slap her now, to make her be quiet? Or 'seduce' her and 'introduce' her to lesbian love?

Rarely is the opportunity this tailor made for me. I faced her, put one foot up onto the bedstead beside her head, put my cunt in her face, my fingers spreading me open and I let her have it. I pissed on her face, then down, soaking her nice smart blouse, making her nipples show big and hard through the piss-soaked cotton - an easy first prize in the wet T-shirt competition. She gulped and called me all sorts of names - I don't think she was acting but it was hard to tell with her.

He just stood there and kept saying "Jesus, Jesus" as I pissed on her. And it must have been a real turn on for him because as I pissed on his wife he wanked himself furiously, watching wide-eyed as I gave his little wife the wet heat of my body.

When I'd finished I pressed my dripping cunt against her face and wiped it on her, then I stepped back and looked down at her drenched in my hot piss. Then loud groans from him as he splattered the two of us with his goodness. Then the rush came. Massive, massive excitement. I stood there, just letting a tidal wave of exquisite pleasure sweep over me, engulf me, carry me away.

As I came back down to earth I was aware of him crouching down beside her asking if she was all right. She was crying. "Get her out," she said. "Get her out!" I thought she really meant it. He untied her and she stomped off for a shower without even looking at me.

He was very kind and drove me home. I asked him if she had been acting at the end or not. Nobody had ever done that to her before - pissed on her - he said. But he said that what really turned her on was playing the victim, having things done to her that she didn't like - being abused, cheated, hurt - she'd be randy as hell for days now.

He asked if he could come in and fuck me, but I persuaded him his wife needed him more.

That encounter gave me a thrill, a real thrill - a virgin, and maybe an unwilling one at that. I've wanked a lot over that one. A pissed-on virgin who was disgusted by the whole thing. Perfect.

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