The Pregnant Teen Maid Pt. 01

Paul kept stroking his cock in the wet panties as he drank until he didn't think he could physically drink anymore and sure enough, before too long, he could feel that he needed to pee.

"It's time," he said to Michelle, barely controlling the grin that threatened to split his face in two. Michelle had changed into a pink t-shirt and another pair of panties, this time a white cotton thong.

"Do you want me clothed or naked?" Michelle asked him.

"You know, I really think I'd enjoy it if you were naked," he said, his cock hardening at the thought of seeing his stream of piss cascading over her naked breasts.

"And where would you like to do it?"

"How about in the shower? That way you won't have to clean it up after," Paul said, feeling guilty that if he made a mess of her she'd feel obliged as the cleaner to fix everything.

"Sounds like a fine idea," Michelle smiled at him.

She stood up from the couch with Paul's assistance and then he followed her to the bathroom. She moved into the shower alcove and then turned to face him. She peeled off the t-shirt, revealing a white push up bra which was also quickly removed. Paul admired her swollen breasts, noting that her nipples were stiff and hard as she slid the thong down her legs and stood naked in front of him. Paul pulled his own panties off and held his semi-erect cock before him as he stripped of his remaining clothes.

Michelle knelt down in the shower and sat back on her heels, spreading her legs to reveal her pussy as well.

"Pee on me Paul, shower me with your hot piss," she said, grinning at him. She noted that his cock seemed to be getting harder as she told him to. Paul looked down at the hot young thing before him and found that his piss suddenly didn't want to come. He was getting too excited. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate on the need to relieve himself, trying to block the image of Michelle from his mind. Eventually he felt the familiar tingle and then the flow of piss from the end of his dick. It was a trickle, but it was the pre-cursor he needed to a full release.

He opened his eyes as his full stream began to flow from his dick and he watched as his warm piss splashed onto Michelle's chest between her tits.

"Ooo, its nice and warm," she smiled at him, head tilted up out of the way of the stream, her hands moving to cup her tits, offering them to him.

Paul aimed his cock, moving it back and forth, watching as his piss hit her left nipple, then her right, up and over her tits, down toward her belly. When Michelle felt the stream cascading over she belly, she leant back, giving access to her pussy and Paul aimed directly for it, seeing his stream flow between her legs. Feeling it on her pussy, Michelle moved to sit on her bum, spreading her legs, her fingers moving to spread herself, tilting herself up, Paul's piss hitting her right on her pussy and between her lips. She felt dirty. She felt naughty, but most of all, she felt incredibly turned on.

His stream came to a stop and the flow of wee over her body ceased. Michelle moved back to her knees, eyeing off Paul's cock, mind working overtime, body demanding more. She reached out and stroked him, noting how he went hard almost instantly. A final drop of piss fell from the little slit in the end of his cock and then closing her eyes quickly, she engulfed him in her mouth, sucking long and hard at his erection, Paul crying out in surprise and pleasure. She sucked him for a few more moments and then stood up, dragging her breasts up over his cock and belly, wet with his piss, pulling herself up his body. She kissed him, spearing her tongue between his lips, grinding her body against his, feeling a need that she'd not felt since getting pregnant, a desperate desire to have a cock thrust in her pussy.

"I want you to fuck me," she said to him, their eyes locking together. Paul's eyes widened in surprise.

"You sure?" he queried.

"Yes I'm sure I need you to fuck me so bad."

She was pushing him from the shower and Paul allowed her to take charge. She took him to the carpeted hall just outside the bathroom and dropped to her knees again, sucking him before laying down on the floor and urging him to join her.

Paul looked down at her body, still glistening with the remnants of his urine and then moved between her legs, his cock knowing exactly where to go. As he guided himself between her legs he found her extremely wet and ready. Michelle wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her, groaning as she felt him spear inside.

"Oh fuck yes Paul," she cried.

Paul didn't speak, he simply fucked. His cock slid in and out of her wet pussy, her lips gripping his shaft as he pulled and pushed. She demanded it harder, faster and he obliged, slamming his cock into her pussy over and over again. He wanted it to last but quickly found that her urgency and desire was caused him to explode beforehe really wanted to, cum filling her pussy as she cried out with happy approval of his explosion. Paul held himself in her as he wondered what happened next. Michelle lay panting beneath him, her hips moving in small motions. Her eyes met his and a smile spread across his face.

"We should try that in a bed some time," she said laughing as she pushed his chest gently away with her hand. He took it as a sign that she wanted to move. He slipped his cock from her pussy and she put a hand between her legs before moving back to the shower quickly.

"Coming in?" she asked him as she turned the water on, removing her hand and allowing his seed to spill down her leg.

"Since you've asked ..." he said, joining her.

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"So do we need some ground rules?" Paul asked her over dinner a couple of days later.

"What do you mean?" Michelle asked.

"Well, I think that we should at least discuss some limits just in case I want to do something and you don't?"

"Such as?"

"Well, where and when we can pee for example, because as kinky as I am, I'd prefer if no one pissed on the couch, or the carpet," he said to her.

"Oh, I get it," she laughed. "And that sure would make the cleaning thing easier. Ok, so I think only in the wet areas and the dining room where there's floorboards."

"Cool," Paul replied. "What about the when? Like, do I need to ask permission before I piss on you?" Michelle eyed off her live in boss, wondering about what the result would be if she said no.

"How about, no, but if I see you about to and say no or if you start to and I say no, you have to stop?"

"Sounds fair, I mean that's only right anyway, that if anyone says no at any time, it stops."

Michelle smiled.

"And what about you, can I piss on you whenever I like?" Michelle asked. Paul smiled.

"Same conditions," he replied.

"Awesome," Michelle grinned. "I look forward to more wet fun!"

"You don't know how much I like hearing you say that"," Paul grinned at her.

"Oh I have a fair idea," she replied, picking up the very large glass of water that she had on the table with her dinner and drinking deeply from it.

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Over the next couple of weeks, Paul and Michelle experimented and each Wednesday Michelle would pose for pictures, adopting each of the poses that she had in the first week. Then the two of them would line them up on the computer and compare how her body was changing. Her belly was just beginning to show and Paul was surprised how much the subtle curve of her early pregnancy was turning him on. He found himself getting even more excited about the prospect of pissing on her late in her pregnancy, of watching his pee flow over a big smooth round belly.

Paul drank a lot of water before he came home the next day and was happy to find Michelle on her hands and knees in the kitchen, wearing the low backed bustier and matching thong that they'd bought at Victoria's Secret. He desperately needed to pee, but said nothing as Michelle quickly greeted him then went back to cleaning. She knew how much it turned him on to find her cleaning in her underwear like this and so often contrived to clean the kitchen floor when he was due home.

Paul grinned as she kept wiping the floor down and then fished out his cock. He choked the end of his dick and then allowed the pee to flow up to the point where he'd blocked it. Then, letting go, his piss flew from his cock, spraying out in a long wet arc to splash over her back. Michelle gasped as she felt the piss hit her between her shoulder blades. As he continued to piss, Paul stepped closer, cock waving back and forth, piss flowing over her as she curled herself toward the floor, shoulders and bum becoming the high points, piss flowing down over her waist. Paul pissed over her bum as well, the piss soaking her thong, flowing between her legs so that she felt it on her anus and pussy. He moved around her, soaking her until finally he stopped.

"You're such a dirty boss, aren't you?" Michelle said from the floor, smiling. "I can't imagine what my friends would say if I told them that when you came home from work you pissed on me when I was cleaning the floor. You're just lucky I like it so much!!'

"I have to be the luckiest boss in the world," Paul grinned.

He saw a twinkle in Michelle's eye as she turned to face away from him, one hand going back to her thong, pulling it aside. As he watched, she started to piss, her own flow arching away behind her. Paul quickly knelt behind her so that her stream hit his pants, soaking him. He rubbed his cock as she finished pissing, feeling it harden in his wet pants.

"Damn that was sexy," Paul told her as she turned to smile at him.

"Well consider it a little welcome home treat seeing as you decided to give me one," Michelle laughed.

"Do you know what I'd like to see you do?" Paul asked.

"Tell me," was the response.

"I'd like you to do some wetting for me. I'd love to see you piss yourself in a pair of jeans or even stockings under a short skirt."

"Well then, I'll have to see if I have some clothes that meet your requirements. I'd kind of stopped wearing pants," Michelle laughed.

"Well if we need to buy you some, just let me know," Paul replied.

"Any excuse for new clothes is a good one," Michelle grinned in reply.