He Sipped part 3

He struggled to zip up his pants over his raging hard on. Using her

jacket as a shield he made his way in a panic to the men's room only to

find a line of fifteen in front of him.

Feeling like some kind of a pervert, standing in line for a urinal with

a cock so hard it could split iron, he thought that he would scream from

the injustice. His eyes sought her out, and he walked meekly towards

her. She smiled in sympathy, and assured him that she would get them

home quickly and did he think he would be able to make it? He nodded,

wordlessly, afraid to open his mouth because he knew how close to

begging he was.

The darkness of the car hid his distress as he drew his legs up towards

his stomach, clenching muscles he had never known existed until this

evening. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, as sharp talons of

internal pain coursed through his stomach. As the pulled into their

driveway he wanted to sprint inside, but he knew better. He opened her

door and escorted her inside. With both hands grabbing at his aching

cock he awaited her permission.

Finally after what seemed like a millennium she spoke,

"You may relieve yourself now, but before you do would you mind

pleasuring me?"

She pulled the caressing soft wool up over her thighs revealing his

favorite garter belt, higher still until he could see she was pantiless.

Instantly he fell to his knee's with a groan and made his way over to

her freshly shaven pussy lips. She was wet without him even touching

her. The sight and scent of her hot spot drove him past all reasoning.

Forgetting who was top and who was bottom he grabbed her ass cheeks and

ground his face into her entire crotch. He drove his tongue into her,

lapping up ever bit of sweetness she could produce, back and forth he

moved his whole face, barely hearing her wails of pleasure.

As he felt her rise up on her tippy toes, beginning the first spasms of

her orgasm, fire spread in his crotch. He realized in a panic that he

had lost control of his bladder. Like a distraught two year old he

grabbed at himself through his pants trying to stop something he no

longer had control of. Once he had begun there was no going back and he

felt tears of shame mix with her hot cum juice on his face. He had peed

himself and there was no denying it. It seemed as if the very gates of

heaven had opened, as his urine soaked his pants from the crotch all the

way down and pooling on the kitchen floor.

Leesa moved away from him and the mess he had created. Looking down at

him in his kneeling position, she smiled tenderly at his distraught

countenance.

"Clean up your mess, strip, put in the large butt plug, and come

downstairs to the basement to be punished."

His head jerked up in amazement. She was going to punish him any way,

even though he had disappointed her. Hot desire filled him as he

hurried to complete his tasks so he could receive what he so desperately

craved at her hands.