Extending the MILF List Ch. 25

"That's enough." I growled, shaking my hard cock at her. I tucked it away. Pet stood up straight and I could see that some of the piss had stained her shirt. I grunted. Someone's...and I felt sicker still...utterly unhinged but strangely coherent and fully aware. Where I thought I'd drown in recriminations and damnation, internal and external for such a heinous act, instead I felt a calm, reflecting Pet's sudden composed contentment. You could mark it up to three orgasms, dismissing the general lack of permission, but in that moment I felt that I understood her in a way she needed me to understand, struggled to explain, and dared not hope I'd achieve, all compacted in that flickering need in her eyes before obedience took away the look. Somehow, between us, her on her knees like that...yes, drinking my piss! Something shifted and she seemed much less antsy and more 'at home' than ever...and she'd taken up residence rather easily to be sure but this, this was different and yet I knew I did not understand it at all.

"Go up and shower, you smell like piss now. Dirty beast." The words just tumbled out of me and I was appalled at them but in the end, her reaction mollified me.

She glowed, not glowered, she glowed, not a smile or a grin or a smirk, just this sort of lifting of the chin and a glitter in her eyes that said something had been just right for her. Her words, then, validated it.

"I told you, Sonny, you have something that others haven't had. It's real. I can attest to it...that, my god, how did you know? I mean...." A look of horror masked her face then and I had the lurching gut-wrenching thought that she just realized what she'd done, what I'd made her do! "Oh my god, Master, I orgasmed without permission! Twice! Three times!"

Talk about being embarrassed! The relief I felt at her words flooded me and swamped me to the point I couldn't speak. The shame and guilt not merely at having this person drink piss but that my cock didn't find it sufficient cause to retreat from his normal ambitions colluded with it all as well. I felt relief that she focused on failing to ask permission and honestly I had no response, so I did what was normal, which worked well enough but I knew it was not a long term solution.

"Well, Pet, your mouth was full." I chuckled. "Run along and get cleaned up, my pet can't smell like piss. Cunt, but not piss." She glowed and swelled up like she was proud and left the men's bathroom. I did wash my hands.

I had a germinating idea in my head but all I was only aware of the desire to go see what Bruce did and how it worked out, if it had any effect, or was related to the lessened cacophony and chaos in the lobby. So coiffed, washed and dried, I ventured out into the volleyball lobby to see Bruce. I did mop up pet's mess, noting that I should have made her, but stopped that thought before it got out of hand. I'd reached the end of my tolerance and it felt good to clean up after her, repulsive as it was. Leaving the men's room a thought occurred to me that was truly new: being repulsed is not the worst thing in the world. Who knew?

Bruce was at his usual place and appeared quite self-satisfied. When I asked about the relative calm, he told me indeed my suggestion had been beneficial. He thanked me actually. I asked about the Goshawks...he said the dyke coach couldn't accept that there were no more rooms, no space, and she had to go elsewhere. She was freaking out and Edward was getting practice at public relations. The rooms were double booked and the Goshawks had to go somewhere else.

I pointed to a cluster of three Goshawk women, clearly not players, that is not volleyball players, huddled together in the midst of the girls lounging and pouting still in the middle of the lobby.

"Who are they? The MILFs?" I asked, they were rounder, fluffier, plusher but Goshawk dressed the same as the girls.

"Sponsors. Rich bitches who are part of the college faculty...wives I think, not professors. They all offered us plenty of money, entitled, demanding. Cunts."

"Cunts should be fed." I muttered and sauntered over to the three women as had been my germinating plan.