Sweet Clairette (3rd in the Golden Series)

I had just come close to having a second woman drink my piss. So close that I could - well, almost taste it. She told me she was more than willing to suck cock and drink everything I gave her. For my part though, I wasn't really attracted to her, but found her willingness to drink my piss irresistible. In fact, I was practically on fire to see her do it along with whatever else might come to mind, but unfortunately my desire for her rested heavily on her commitment to act as my own personal urinal. Complicating things, she seemed to feel that it was also important that I should find her attractive. Personally, even if a girl went so far as to tell me that she found me physically hideous, but that for some reason couldn?t resist wanting to sleep with me, my reaction would be to revel in my magnetism?and to sleep with her. I guess we all have our own standards. It's just too bad this sticking point came up in conversation before we met to consummate things. Once it became clear that she and I wouldn't be getting together, I was back trolling the dating line for girls. Only now I had the additional goal of finding a girl to drink my piss. I don't recall exactly how long it took for the subject of pissing to be successfully worked into a conversation, but I remember that it took less time than I would have expected. Really I don't think it took any longer than two or three weeks before I found a girl who received the subject with interest. The first girl from the line that I spoke to about piss was Claire. Claire was twenty-six, 5' 5", 130 lbs. with medium length brown hair, green eyes and was doing her masters in political science. Claire had a really relaxed attitude about meeting people as well as what she was looking for. In terms of her features and her proclivities, Claire seemed a bit like a female version of me: I was thirty-two, 6', 190 lbs., with brown hair, green eyes and have some fairly pornographic ideas about sex. I really felt like I wanted to meet her, so I was a little hesitant about bringing up piss drinking. The conversations were just so open though that it eventually it came up. First I told Claire about Han, the ex-girlfriend who made a deal to drink my piss if I let her stay the night after she was caught cheating. Claire said that she could see what was in it for me, but she thought my ex had no dignity. I told her at the time I kind of felt that way too, but the thought just made it more exhilarating. Claire also told me that in her opinion I had let my ex off too easy and that she still would have kicked her out afterwards anyway. I really should have taken note of that attitude. Then I told Claire about the last woman I met from the line and how she was into sucking my cock and trying to drink my piss. Even though it no longer seemed likely happen, I still told Claire that we were trying to get together. I told Claire that I wasn't sure I was really attracted enough to the woman to go ahead with it though. In truth of course I was well past my initial reservations, but I wanted to appear at least moderately discriminating about where I was willing to put my dick. The temptation to show oneself in the best possible light can be just too difficult to resist. That wasn't what I should have worried about with her though, because Claire's response was, "What are you waiting for? A mouth is a mouth." A presumably common enough attitude in prison showers, but not even from the sluttiest girls that I've known have I heard such an emotionless deconstruction of oral pleasure. Better yet, she was intrigued by the idea of drinking piss. As her only conditions, Claire wanted to try drinking my piss in the shower and wanted to be able to stop if she didn't like it. She also wanted to meet at a bar near her place in case things didn't work out. Like I mentioned before, Claire seemed like female version of me. Putting the plan into action though was proving slow developing. First I was out of town for a week with work and next Claire was tied up for a few weeks on her thesis. In the meantime I was still calling the line and keeping myself entertained. Finally we were able to pick a good night to meet. It was a Friday night, so if things worked out I wouldn't have to worry about work the next day. We had each other's descriptions and to help spot each other we added some detail about what we would be wearing. Claire picked a pub near her place and a little more than a month after we first spoke I headed out to meet her. Claire lived near the Annex south of Bloor St, so it was a simple subway ride from my place over to her neighborhood. The Annex is right near the University of Toronto and it's a pretty active part of town with a great variety of bars and restaurants. Interesting stores too, especially if you count tastefully appointed Honest Ed?s ? look it up. I walked into the pub where we were to meet and since it wasn't crowded yet, I presumed Claire would be easy enough to spot. As I walked past the car I noticed a nice looking girl with brown hair a bit past her shoulders. She was sitting at a small table on her own and looked up from the book she was reading as I passed. For a moment I hoped that this was Claire, until I realized her clothes didn't match our arrangements. Too bad, I thought. I continued to the back of the pub and found it deserted. She was supposed to be at the pub ahead of me, so I was hoping that she was just late and wouldn't be a no-show. Returning back to the bar to order a beer I noticed that girl was still looking towards me. As I waited for the bartender she got up from her table, walked over to me and asked if I was meeting someone? Misleadingly dressed, but exceeding expectations, this was Clair. Claire's deceptive Kuşadası escort attire got us right into a conversation without any awkward feeling out period. Claire first explained that the clothes she planned to wear were in the wash, but then came clean and admitted that the wardrobe was insurance in case I had lied about my description. I smiled and told her that I was relieved to have met her minimum standards. Claire squeezed my arm and said, ?It's not like that, but I?m really happy how things turned out.? I told her I'd done the same thing myself, though I'd never completely altered what I agreed to wear. I had only changed an article here and there for deniability in case of a real meeting disaster. Claire had softer features than I had imagined. She seemed so decisive and assured on the phone that I unconsciously expected a bit more of a harder edge to her looks. Her hair was natural and not overly styled, in fact that could describe her looks in general. She looked like an outdoorsy girl next door. Claire wore very little make up and her clothes had a hint of the urban grunge edge common to the campus. Claire's clothes were loose fitting, but her voluptuous proportions were undisguised and she clearly could have looked good in anything. She had pale skin and soft looking pink lips, her nose was lightly freckled and she had green eyes that could best be described as feline. I usually find that green eyes need closer study be fully appreciated, but Claire's eyes had an immediate appeal. We really clicked with each other from the start. We sat and talked about so many things as the night went on, all the while the both of us getting fairly drunk. I couldn't help but think that under normal circumstance, with a date going this good, I would typically be starting to think about the possibility of a night together. A few shared touches and kisses would potentially confirm an unspoken plan to sleep with one another. How wild our time in bed together would be would have to be sorted out as we go. I shared my thoughts with Claire, then leaned in close and whispered to her, "Looking at you now I can't believe that I already know that I'll soon be pissing in your mouth." Claire smiled almost inwardly as if savoring the image and pulled my hand down and pressed it against her pussy. She told me she could hardly get anything done over the last few days thinking about tonight. "Do you want to get going?? I asked. "Hell yeah, let's go!" she said. While we finished our beers and waited to settle our bill we could hardly keep our hands off each other. We whispered shocking sweet nothings to one another that to a causal listener could possibly have been confused as nasty threats. Finally we headed out from the pub. It was mid-December and there'd recently been a fairly decent snowfall. Despite the snow it wasn't overly cold for the time of year, which was good since Claire's place was a few blocks south of Bloor. On the walk back to Claire?s we abandoned all efforts to keep our hands to ourselves. Whether playfully freezing each other with our cold hands or more serious and time consuming explorations, we were really getting to know one another. As a result, what normally would have been a fifteen minute walk was shaping up to take much, much longer. I don't want to generalize, but based on a very limited sampling group I find that if you put a few beers into a yummy post graduate student, that they take forever to walk home. Walking south on Euclid Ave, we passed a park on the west side that seemed a good spot to take a few moments to intensify our groping. We moved off the street on a darkened walkway that ran between two fenced off tennis courts. From there slow lust filled kisses progress to the point that I had Claire's jacket open her shirt bunched up over her lovely creamy tits. As soon as I had her breast in my hands I knew I loved them. I don't know if it's the result of my tastes or circumstances, but the majority of women that I've had extended relationships with have been either petite or athletic with rather tight bodies. While none of these girls had especially large breasts, regardless of their size, they all had nice form that worked great with their bodies. Aside from that though, when I have been with an attractive and amply endowed women it's almost like another world. Well maybe not another world, that might be too much, it's more like getting an unexpected customer upgrade. It?s like getting the window seat at a restaurant with a nice view. It doesn't change the quality of the meal, but it does enhance the experience. I was feasting on Claire's breasts and had her jeans undone too. Claire's pants were midway down her hips, just far enough so that could play with her wet pussy. With Claire moaning I offered her my wet fingers from her pussy. ?Does it taste good?? I whisper to her. ?Yes, it does,? was her hushed reply. I turned Claire around and pulled her jeans down farther to give my mouth full access to her asshole and pussy. Claire's pussy was frothing with juice, and just as she claimed, she tasted really good. Claire was a complete horny mess as I licked her pussy and ass, spreading her ass cheeks to get my tongue as deep up her asshole as possible. Claire had previously told me that she wasn't into anal and while girls usually know by the age of twenty-six where they stand on the subject, my tongue has a past record of convincing girls to try. In fact my tongue has earned anal requests for my cock. I did want to get to Claire's place though; I really wanted to piss and I wanted to see Claire drink it. I stood up behind Claire and grabbing her pussy from behind and pressing her against the fence bodrum escort bayan I told her that I was going to fill her with my cock. Once my cock was covered with her juice I pulled out and told her, "Take a taste yourself on my cock and then let?s go to your place." After she sucked my cock for a minute or two I pulled out and said, "OK, let's go." "Alright," she weakly agreed, but obviously she was ready to be fucked right there on the spot. Though she had agreed to go on, Claire was all over me as we continued to walk. It probably took about ten minutes just to cover the hundred plus feet to the other side of the tennis court. At the other end of the tennis court there was a little parking lot with a big snow pile at the back of it. There I told her that I just couldn't hold it any longer and that I really needed to piss. I asked if she was ready for a drink, but Claire declined and said that I had to fuck her first. "OK," I said, "I'm sure there'll be more for you later." I took out my cock and while making out with her I pissed in the snow bank. When I finished Claire demanded, "I want you to fuck me right now!" Claire was already sliding her jeans down and I grabbed a handful of snow and ground it into her pussy. While holding the wad of snow on Claire's snatch I pulled her ass back toward me and slide my cock through the snow into her hot pussy. I started fucking her slowly while standing and eventually pushed her down into the snow. I had Claire face down and ass up in the snow bank and no matter how hard we fucked, her ass was pushing back to welcome my thrusts. All the while my snow filled hands were grouping her pussy and pinching her thick nipples while we fucked. We were right beside where I pissed and even though my beer infused urine was only slightly yellow the snow was still notably discolored. I reached over and grabbed a small handful of piss saturated snow and said to her, "Now that I'm fucking you I want you to have the taste of my piss in your mouth." Responding, Claire opened her mouth and I fed her. I couldn't help but fuck her harder. "Do you like it?" I asked. "Yes! Yes I do," Claire breathlessly replied. "Do you want more?" I asked. "Yes, please," she said and I fed her a little more of my gelato. As I fucked her I positioned her a bit little closer to my piss and told to help herself. She responded by burying her face right in the middle of the piss perforated snow. I had to push Claire's face and muffled moans deeper into the snow as I drove my cock deep into her pussy and let loose what felt like a torrent of cum. As we lay there in the snow recovering, Claire turned her face back to me and we kissed. I could tell by the way her tongue deeply explored my mouth that she wanted to share the taste of my piss. We got up and gathered ourselves together for the remainder of the walk. I asked how she liked her first experience with piss and she said that she felt so dirty doing it and that she didn't want it going to my head, but that was one of the best fucks she ever had. Of course it did go straight to my head. It always does. Claire said the piss wasn't bad at all and that she couldn't wait for more. She thought having it with snow made it easier. I thought to myself that it was like watering down whiskey. Of course I'm a bit of a purist and now that I'd given Claire a taste I couldn't wait to fill her mouth with my single malt, straight up and neat. The way her mouth had engulfed my cock earlier really made me want to see it filled to the brim with my piss. After I'd fuck her long and hard with her tummy feeling warm and full with piss and the taste of my urine coating her mouth and scenting her breath. After we fucked we made better time. We arrived back at her apartment and we had the place to ourselves. Claire had a roommate, but she was already finished for the semester and had gone home for Christmas, so we?d be completely undisturbed. Claire had the ground floor apartment and her room was at the back in an extension built off the kitchen that jetted into the yard. The room was pretty big with lots of windows and had its own en suite too. It was real luxury living for a student. Claire opened a bottle of red wine, we stripped down out of our snow covered clothes and she snuggled up to me on the couch in her room. I told her she was not only the most interesting person that I met off of this line, but without doubt the best looking too. Despite what Claire said about a mouth being a mouth, it's not really true, especially if someone has a visual bent like me. I then charmed Claire by telling her how much more I would appreciate pissing in her mouth than anyone else I could think off. Admittedly not the sort of line that every girl would be receptive to, but when you?re looking into the lust fill eyes of a naked girl who's stoking your cock different rules seem to apply and certainly Claire seemed appreciative. I think that when people are horny as hell there are a lot of things that suddenly seem like good ideas that under normal circumstance could seem a little unsavory. Claire slung her left leg over my leg and I could feel the cum filled wetness of her pussy on the top of my thigh. She was still clutching my rigid cock and pressing it against her stomach. While Claire was grinding her pussy on my leg I was humping against her stomach with the head of my cock prodding and dampening her tits with pre-cum. With my finger I swiped an oozing drop of pre-cum from the eye of my cock and offered it to Claire to taste. I let Claire demonstrate some of her intentions on my finger, before removing my dampened digit and lowering it down to the entrance of asshole. I massaged Claire's Kuşadası escort bayan asshole open, slowly circling her rim until I could feel her welcome reception of my fingers. Leading by example I brought my finger from her asshole to my mouth for re-moistening and I returned my finger for deeper anal penetration. We continuing to grind against each other, but with greater urgency. Again I removed my finger from Claire ass and this time offered it to her to suck. Claire accepted and her mouth worked my fingers like she would a delicious cock. I could feel her tongue circling my fingers as she worked them in and out of her mouth. "Are you ready to suck my pissing cock?" I asked. "Yes, I am," she said. "Do you want to do it here or in the shower?" I asked. "You decide Mike," she said. "Here's perfect," I replied. "I want to see you work without a net and drink my piss right here on your couch without wasting a drop." With a bit of a shy smile Claire said, "OK, I want to see if I can do it too." Then patting the couch she asked, 'Where do you want me?" Claire had a futon couch and like most futons the mattress was sliding down the back of the couch. It was about time for the drooping mattress to be positioned back up on its frame, but for the moment it was positioned perfectly for what I had in mind. I had Claire sit up on the couch with her head tilted back just over the top edge of the mattress. I stood with a foot on each side of her, with my right knee braced against the back of the couch and my cock in front of her face. Claire took my cock in her mouth and started working on it. At first I enjoyed letting her go to town, helping by guiding the back of her head for greater penetration. Under normal circumstance this would have been the start of a great blow job and would have been expected and welcomed, but a piss blow job has different needs. I told Claire that my cock just needed to relax to piss and to let me hold my cock still in her mouth until I started to go. With her free hand rubbing and fingering her pussy, Claire lightly squeezed my balls with the other hand while my cock soaked in her mouth. I'm not exactly sure how long it took for me to start to piss, but it seemed quite a while. Despite all the beer we drank, I guess I wasn't quite queued up for another piss so soon after our earlier stop at the park. I didn't mind though, Claire had a great mouth for happily accommodating a cock. If it were remotely possible, I imagine that I could easily spend days with my cock in a mouth like Claire's. Despite the sense of anticipation there's nothing that I couldn't enjoy about resting with my cock in her mouth. I think for girls though it's tough not to try to produce results when there's a cock in their mouth. Every so often Claire would start working on my cock again and I would just have to remind her to relax. Even with the inside knowledge, so to speak, on the delivery of my piss the anticipation was weighing on me too. Looking back the anticipation of how my piss would be received when it flows for the first time into girl's mouth is always thrilling. Will it be too much for them to deal with or will they readily drink it down? Will they hate it and muddle through or will they love being so filthy? Since Claire was only the second girl to drink my piss I hadn't really yet broken down my understanding of everything that I was enjoying, but I did know that I was beyond turned on to have such an attractive girl as Claire so willing to drink my piss. I wish I knew how the wait for my piss affected Claire. Did it make her nervous? Did it make her impatient? Did it build excitement? I'd love to know. In the meantime to sooth us both I stroked and ran my fingers through her hair until the first trickle of piss ran into Claire?s waiting mouth. The initial flow into her mouth would have been little more than a dribble. The start of my piss would have been thick as it flushed out and mixed with the sperm that remained in my cock from our fuck in the park. With Claire's head tilted slightly back and the head of cock fully engulfed, I filling her mouth for the first time with a lush mix of sperm and piss. I could feel Claire's tongue roaming over the head of my cock and probing its eye, as if trying to staunch the flow of piss into her mouth. Claire's eyes were closed in a look of serene repose, seeming every bit like someone intent on enjoying every sensation and taste that until this moment was foreign and unknown. Claire really did look sexy as hell, naked on the couch with my cock in her mouth and when her eyes opened and met mine it was electric. Her eyes on their own conveyed a certain sexual mystique, but looking into them and knowing that without objection my cock was filling her mouth with piss was exalting. It took some time to get going, but once the piss started to flow it was a pretty long and incredibly satisfying urination. Not only for me, but honestly for Claire too as she barely spilled a drop. I tried to pace my piss so that Claire wouldn't be overwhelmed. It's not always the easiest thing to do, especially with a hard cock and she did have my cock rock hard. I let Claire manage my cock while I concentrated on my flow. She grasped my shaft in her hand, keeping me directed into her mouth. Claire controlled the depth of my cock in her mouth and mostly nursed from the end of my pissing dick. At the beginning Claire took the approach of a normal blow job, but her first and few spills happened when she failed to master my flowing cock discharging at the back of her throat. It wasn't so much the Claire would choke; she was pretty dam good with a cock in that respect. It was more the case that with a full cock in her mouth that she couldn't manage a perfect seal. Escaping piss would run from her mouth and dribble from her chin, running down to her beautiful breasts. There never seemed to be so much piss lost to reach the couch, but Claire's neck, shoulders and tits were dappled with droplets of piss that seemed to willfully adhere to her body.