Gwen the Watersports Whore
Essentially what was going to happen was that Gwen would strip naked and kneel down next to the urinal trough then a succession of men would come in and unload their full bladders over her. After that the blocked drain in the trough should be nice and full and she would make a big show of drinking greedily from it. We had advertised on my company website for our fans to contact us to get the opportunity to piss on a pissmop and had had a very strong response. We sent out the time and place they should be there and here we were waiting for our first fan. It was 2.30 and they were each spaced five minutes apart and had their invites to show to Mike outside to get entry. If they were early then they would wait inside the building so as not to attract undue attention.
With just the camera man and me there, Gwen tugged the dress up and over her head, handing it to me. I took it and took a minute to admire her body. Her chest was even more magnificent now that she was with child, her large, natural breasts that bit more fleshy and suckable. She was wearing neither bra nor panties today so after kicking off her white training shoes she was stark naked as she knelt on the discoloured cream tiles in front of the urinal trough. She looked up from the hard floor and met my eyes and I couldn’t help bending and kissing her on the lips as the camera rolled behind us. Then we heard the sounds of shoes clicking on the hard floor behind us.
We turned to view the newcomer and saw immediately that this was likely the first time he had come across a naked woman in his life. He was your stereotypical nerd, anorak, thick glasses, pretty much what I had been when leaving school. He had claimed to be 25 online but looking at him 21 was more likely. As I pointed the way to Gwen and she looked up smiling I told him “You know what to do son.”
And that he did know, though he nervously fumbled with his zipper before whipping out his cock. It was stiffening by the minute, a problem I found when dealing with amateurs and he stood only a couple of feet away from Gwen and began straining. Far all his straining nothing was coming out and as we encouraged him to relax and take it easy I heard more steps behind us, god, a backlog already! Then just as Gwen opened her mouth to no doubt further cajole our first fan on his cock suddenly jumped into life, sending a powerful spray of yellow piss all over her unready face and a fair dose into her mouth. She coughed and spluttered at her salty mouthful and dipped her head involuntarily and he splashed the last of his piss payload into her previously perfect hair. I turned to find contestant number two watching the sight in awe and already releasing his dick from his pants.
The first guy finished up quickly and shook the last drops out on Gwen’s already saturated face then seemed to get real embarrassed and couldn’t get out of there quickly enough. This second guy seemed much more relaxed and confident, he was tall and dark skinned and looked to be mid-forties and almost as soon as he had his dick in hand he was spraying my lovely Gwen with his nectar. He was a natural at it, gushing his urine evenly over her features, hardly wasting a drop, the liquid spilling from her face into the ceramic trough below her. She gave him a piss-addled smile as her thanked her timidly and left.
In all that afternoon we had twenty three ‘visitors’ of all shapes, sizes, ages and colour. They were all men and without exception I believe they all got their rocks off pissing over Gwen, I know I did watching it unfold before me. There were several no-shows, to be expected I guess, but with the light receding outside I instructed Gwen to get to work on the trough before we had to go.
Gwen had a dreamy, happy look across her face as she stooped forward (her heavy breasts rubbing along the piss coated tiles) and as the camera took in this video golden moment she dipped her head toward the trough. It had filled up nicely with the pungent yellow liquid and our blocking of the drain had worked a treat, hardly letting a single drop escape. This time Gwen wasn’t to drink it down but she would be doing plenty more. Her saturated hair hung around her face as her chin hit the surface of the piss stream and she opened wide to take a large mouthful of it. She closed her mouth holding it in there and resumed her kneeling position while the camera focused on her smiling face. She parted her lips slightly and what a breathtaking sight to watch the captured piss course steadily from her lips and trace a path down the contours of her curvy, hot body.
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