Becoming a Pee Slut

Some things are not everyone's cup of tea. Pee is definitely one of those and until I reached certain age of maturity I considered it something gross that I could never relate to sex in any way. But that Summer changed everything. I was 28 and I met her. Catherine, a 42-year old professor of French history and literature, living in a nice, rich villa inherited from her aunt. Aged, but still in a perfect shape, with a bit curvy body, but in essence fit. Wide hips and proportional, medium-sized breasts, made that perfection complete. She got just divorced and she enjoyed her single life again. Myself, just being laid off from my first job after that reorg, I was so desperate and ready to do anything to pay my bills, so when I saw her ad in the local store I called her back immediately. She needed a guy for some errands in the garden, but in reality she wanted something completely different. She needed a fuck toy. And being a young stud, I was a perfect match for that too.

On the very first day when I started working for her she already gave me a clear sign what she wanted. She insisted to call her just Catherine or Cathy from the first moment. She invited me to come to her in the late afternoon, so when I called it a day and wanted to pack up and go, I heard her calling me to the library. As I entered, she was standing there, already naked except a pair of black stockings and high heeled shoes. She told me to sit on the sofa, but before I could say anything, I felt her hand pushing me down and her thighs crawling up my body until her pussy and her ass was just above my face. She ripped my t-shirt off me. I had no other option than to start licking, sliding my tongue from her ass crack to her clit... rubbing her ripe, wet pussy lips, feeling their full creamy and salty taste as my tongue worked on her slowly. She moaned and the next thing I felt were her nylon-clad thighs squeezing my head and her hand in my hair pulling me strongly to her pussy, which grinded wildly on my face. As I took her clit, she moaned louder, I could hear her saying: "Gonna cum... gonna cum..."... and finally, when my tongue started to play with her clit she went over the edge and her body shaked in an intense orgasm.

But she wanted more. She took my shorts and underwear off, then crawled over my body, while she kissed my mouth and she sat on my already hard-rock cock. She rode my cock like a wild horse, I could feel the strength of her thighs as she bounced up and down on me, her nails digging in my chest, her throat making animal-like moans as the rhythm of her ride was getting faster and faster. I could hardly hold it and she whispered: "Go on, sweetie, cum... fill me... I'm on pill". It didn't take me too long and I felt my cum already there. We both came at the same time!

"Mind to join me in the bathroom?", she asked as she took her nylons and heels off. I jumped from the sofa immediately and followed her to the shower. Nice, warm water started to cover our bodies as we hugged and kissed each other. Our tongues danced around each other as my hands explored her ripe body. Suddenly, a hot, different stream of water hit my thigh. Looking down, I saw a golden juice leaving her pussy, hitting my leg. "Ooops, sorry", whe whispered in my ear, almost blushing from embarrasment, but I said: "Ohhh, it's nothing". Yes, I knew what it was. And surprisingly, I didn't feel her act gross. On the contrary, I noticed my cock started to get hard again. She must have noticed it too.

"Time to go, big boy. Tomorrow I'm off, but Wednesday I expect you here again. Same time! OK?", she said as I was getting ready to take off.

"Yes, sure Catherine", I said and smiled... as I went to kiss her, she just pushed me away. "Wait", she said as she headed to the library and took a nice, pocket-size book. Story of the Eye by Georges Bataille. "Read this, it's a good translation, although the original is great. Too bad you don't read French...". Yes sure, I told her... a bit surprised to get a... hmmm... book.

I could hardly sleep, I was just thinking of her... yet, I wanted to at some point in time. So I took that fuckin' book and started to read. Just to get my attention off her. But then, I realized I could not stop reading. Erotic novel! My jaw was widely open. Two women and a guy peeing on each other, enjoying in it... my fantasies about Catherine doing that to me just became stronger and stronger. I could not wait for Wednesday afternoon to come and for me to get her hot piss all over my horny body.

The moment came. Wednedsday afternoon. I finished the work, thinking of what would come next, when she invited me... this time straight into the bedroom and then, after an hour of wild sex, we went to the shower again. Looking at me, she smiled and asked: "Did you read the book?". I blushed.

- Y... y... yesss

- Good boy! Did you like it?

- Ohhh... well, I... it was amazing, especially that... bathroom scene...

- Mmmmmm... very nice... does it turn you on, baby?

- Ohhhh... yes, of course!

- I can do that to you, baby... if you want

- W... what do you mean?

- Lay down in the shower...

As I laid down, I saw her over me, straddling my body. She squatted a bit and a warm, thick stream of her piss started to flush over my body. I was in heaven and in no time my cock was hard again, near cumming... when she stopped and I heard her voice: "Wanna get a taste of it, baby?". Normally, thousands of thoughts would flow through my mind. I would probably ask myself what it would taste like, would it be awful or just great, is it safe, are there any healthy risks... But at that moment I was in ecstacy. And I felf ther putting one foot on either side of my head as she squatted. Her pussy lips were inches away from my mouth and I didn't need her to tell me what to do. My mouth opened instinctively and she started another stream of piss. She moaned and I could feel her piss stream hitting my throat and I started to drink. The taste was not that bad, actually. Salty, sweet, sour... all in one clear yellow fluid. But even if the taste was much worse it wouldn't matter to me at that moment. My body was shaking in a huge orgasm, my cock spurted thick white cum all over my stomach. But I could also hear her moans as she filled my mouth with her precious nectar. She apparently enjoyed the act. So did I. I couldn't drink it all, in fact much of it I spilled, but I swallowed quite a few mouthfuls. Finally, she straddled my body again and kissed me deeply. Wow! She wanted to taste herself from my mouth! Then, I heard her soft voice again:

- Mmmmm... that was great! But you'll need some practice, young man!

- Ohhh... yes, sorry

- Don't worry, sweetheart, Mommy's gonna teach you how to do it properly. What do you say about spending a weekend with me? You don't have any plans, do you?

- Oh no, Momm... erg... Catherine.

She started to laugh out loudly. We kissed. She told me to come over Saturday morning and bring some spare clothes, just in case... And get ready for a nice, hot sleepover. Mmmm, I could not wait it enough patiently to come!

And the D-day came. Saturday morning. As usual, I expected to see her in her casual outfit - t-shirt, shorts, running shoes, letting me in, inviting me to the bedroom. But not this time. I kept ringing the doorbell for at least 5 minutes and there was no answer. Taking the door knob I found out the door was unlocked, so I let myself in. I called her name. No reply. Hmmm, now this bitch started to play games with me, I thought. I'm not a teen boy anymore, this... is not right... I just turned around when I saw a message on the table. I came closer and read: "BASEMENT". And an arrow pointing out to the way I should follow. So I followed it. The stairs to the basement were completely opposite from the glamour of her house. Dark, dirty, humid...

I came down. The room was dark, with candles all around... except a central part, which was lit. A simple chair in the middle, a leather pillow under it and a rubber gym mat in front of it. A crate full of water bottles on the side of the chair. One bottle was missing. Silence was broken by the sound of her footsteps on the floor. Turning my head around I saw her, wearing nice, black panties, a matching bra and an amazingly hot pair of leather knee-high boots with 4" heels. She held a bottle of water in her hand. She finished it and threw it away. My cock started to grow immediately as I stared at her. As I went to kiss her she pushed me back and said:

"Strip! Now! Quick! And lay down on he floor there... on that yoga mat, on your back!", she told me pointing out to the chair with the pillow under it. I took off my t-shirt, sneakers, socks, shorts, underwear... and got down to the floor, with my head right in front of that chair, when I felt her boot kicking my side and her voice again saying:

"Not there, silly... your head needs to get under that chair, on that pillow, see? Go there and lay down to your back" - she repeated and kicked my ass again, this time harder.

I crawled on the floor, until my head was under the chair. As I turned around and my face was looking at the ceiling I saw the chair having a hole in it. I looked to the left and saw the crate with water. All at a sudden, her hands took my right hand and attached to a plastic tie-wrap attached to a metal-covered hole of the mat. She did the same thing with my left hand.

"Now, that will prevent you from jerking off, so you stay highly focused and learn", she explained to me as she walked away a bit. "And that water is for me, not for you". I noticed her taking her bra off, letting it drop on my stomach. And then, she pulled her panties off too. "Open your mouth", she said and put her panties in it. I could feel her scent in my mouth, my cock was already hard.

"So, boy... welcome to your toilet training. Today and tomorrow your mouth is going to be my toilet. Whenever I need to pee I will pee straight in your mouth... and you will try to drink every drop of it. I will start slowly, letting you swallow everything. We will go step by step. No worries if you spil some in the beginning, but I expect you to get better with time. You will need to drink it all, because I will need to go often... oh yes, almost forgot the most important thing. But first, we will start... slow... open your mouth".

As I opened, I saw her face above the hole of the chair. She had something between her lips and as her lips parted a bit, a ball of clear, white spit left her mouth and dropped right in my mouth. "Swallow", she said and I swallowed her spit. It was so yummy, so I opened immediately for more. A sound of hard spit ejected the second ball of spit, I swallowed it... She laughed and tossed her head to her back. A roaring sound of her throat made me realize that she was gathering the spit and slime right from the deepest parts of her lungs and throat. "Open up... wide!", she said and I complied. As her lips parted again, I noticed a yellow-colored fluid leaving her mouth, filling my mouth fully. The taste was awful making me almost throwing up, but the toe of her boot under my chin made me shut my mouth and swallow it like a good boy. "This is to prepare you to my bodily fluids, little slut. A good toilet takes it all". She repeated the spit gathering ritual again and I closed my eyes, opened my mouth. Oh well, the second time it didn't taste so badly. She took a second bottle of water and started to drink. "Ohhhh, almost forgot something", she said and got to the closet, grabbing a toy. As she returned I noticed she was carrying a funnel. Transparent funnel made of hard plastic, that she planted in my mouth while the wide end she attached to the chair.

"There you go", she said, "time for me to start using your mouth for the real thing. My precious, intimate golden nectar. And that funnel will make sure you drink everything. You better do, because I don't want the toilet to get jammed, understood boy? If that happens, I will take that bullwhip from the wall and smack your belly and chest until you bleed... and then piss over the wounds. That will teach you a lesson".

She took another mouthful of water and removed the bottle. I saw her legs walking to the chair, turning around. She sat ont he chair, spread her pussy lips with her fingers and a huge, hot stream of her piss started to flow in the funnel. I started to drink. She stopped each time the funnel was filled to the half, letting me swallow every drop. Surprisingly, this time the taste of her pee was more like a very mild salted water, so I could take it". She emptied her bladder in my mouth, then stood up and walked away, taking the bottle of water with her, while I was struggling to get the rest of her piss from the funnel. My cock was so huge, but I could not touch it since my hands were tied. I was desperate to cum.

An hour passed. She came back. This time, aside of her sititng and spreading her pussy lips I felt her boot on my chest. The spike heel of her beautiful leather boot touched my nipple. She dug the heel deep while I screamed... and a gush of piss started to flow in my mouth. This time I swallowed it all, but I was not sure if I could take another wave of piss. As she removed her heel from the chest and walked away.

Time passed quickly. I realized she would let me there, on that floor, being her toilet for the whole night too. And that is exactly what she did. I don't know how many times she came to me and repeated the same thing. Again and again. On the last round, after she finished gushing me with the golden waterfall I felt the sole of her boot touching my cock. She pressed it against my groin and started jerking it off back and forth with that boot. The sight of her leather boot, her strong leg and the high heel made me go over the edge and I came so hard, covering myself and her boot with my thick, white cum. She wiped her boot on my cheek and I felt the smell of my cum and the smell of leather mixed together.

Then, a huge break. Silence. I was probably even sleeping for some time, since I felt her naked foot on my chest at one moment. I realized that morning came, because she was naked. She sat on the chair and told me to get ready. Her morning piss was something completely different, though. The smell and taste was very strong, almost distusting. But hey - I took it, even though it wasn't so simple to cope with it. She left me in that smell and taste for an hour for sure.

An hour or two later it she came back. This time I noticed her wearing running shoes. She came in from jogging apparently. Already without shorts and panties, I noticed her approaching the chair. I already had my mouth open when she took the chair, along with the funnel off. I clean air in front of me finally make me breathe. I felt her sneaker on either side of my head.

"Time for your final test", she said... and this time she squatted very close to my mouth. I could feel the smell of her body sweat on her legs as I opened my mouth. Without any warning, she started to piss and I started to swallow like a vacuum cleaner. I could take it all. I could drink it all. She smiled.

"Good work, sweetie. Now, lick it clean", she said. The touch of her pussy lips on my mouth made the whole thing different. My cock was already blue, desperate to cum. I ate her pussy until she had an explosive orgasm. And then, while I tried to catch my breath again, something soft took my cock. Before she even managed to get it in her mouth fully I had an explosive orgasm too, spurting my cum in her mouth and all over her face. She enjoyed this as much as I did. A second after that I felt the urge to pee and I started to piss in an uncontrollable manner. She was drinking and swallowing it.

She wiped her mouth and stood up, getting to the closet again. After a while I saw her coming back, carrying a big knife. Wow... what the ffffff... I thought. But before I could even say anything, I felt the knife cutting the tie-wraps off, freeing my hands from the shackles. She laid on top of me and kissed me passionately. I felt the mix of my own piss and her piss mixing in our mouths as our tongues mingled around each other.

Few months later I had to move on. Our paths haven't crossed each other ever again. I had several women after her, regrettably not all of them being into pee play. Most of them found it gross, some said it was just not their cup of tea... but those who wanted to try it with me were amazed by my skill to take the full bladder when they needed to relief themselves.

I became a living women's room.