June 30, 2019
We woke up early – well early for me. Usually my evening meds have me sleeping late, but I did not bring them just because I did not want to waste the morning, and instead I did not sleep at all. Despite my lack of sleep, I was bright-eyed.
He got dressed to go down and have a smoke and asked if I was hungry. I am never hungry first thing in the morning. He went down for his smoke and came back up to eat an protein bar so his sugar wouldn’t drop. I teased him he better eat to keep up his energy. He grinned and said his legs still felt weak. We discussed my schedule, determining that I would leave when he went to work later that afternoon. I just said I did not want to drive through rush hour traffic. Though we weren’t far from the freeway, I know how hard it is to make sure you’re in the right lane at the right time.
While he was downstairs, I had gotten my suitcase of toys out and when he got back, we went thorough a few of the items inside. I showed him the catheters, and more things.
“So,” he said. “Are you ready to be shaved?”
This was something we had talked about, and had done on one other occasion. As I got on the bed, (the few wet spots had dried overnight. We put another pad down under me and I lay on my back) he went into the bathroom for his clippers, the razor, and a cup of water. We decided to use soap because we had both forgotten about shaving cream.
I spread open as wide as I could so he could get the nooks and crannies. The clippers tickled, especially when he ran them over the outer labia lips. My knees shook a bit. Once he was satisfied that things were where he wanted them, he soaped me up well. “I am a little nervous about this,” he said. The last time he shaved me, he had only used clippers. This was the first time he would use a razor on me. He didn’t want to nick me, and everything went smoothly. At the end, he took a picture and showed me the results. He had shaved my labia and asshole bald, but had left my mound hairy. It was a contrast and a good effect.
The he started toying with my newly-shorn lips, rubbing and inserting fingers deep. He played with my clit and added fingers as he felt the urge. He pressed on my belly, and I felt pee flowing from me as I shuddered a climax. “I bet you have a much better view,” I panted afterwards. “Uh-huh!” he hummed.
We got up to get a drink. It is important ti stay hydrated when doing watersports. Once he finished, I leaned in. “I don’t know about you, but I have to go to the bathroom,” I said lowly. “Where do you want to do this?” I was actually surprised I had to go after that orgasm.
At first we went to the restroom, him on the toilet and me straddling him. “This isn’t going to work,” he said. “I can’t see anything.”
So we went back to the bed. He kneeled between my legs, watching as I spread my lips with my fingers. After a second, I was pissing a full stream up high. “There’s your fountain,” I said. (My hair had always prevented a good high stream.) He stood and stuck his cock in the stream, then ran it up and down my pussy in the flow as well as the puddle beneath me. He pushed the tip into me, thrusting a few times, then replaced it with his fingers. Two, three, then another. I could feel his thoughts. He turned for the jar of coconut oil. I got up off the bed and went over to the toy bag. I produced the leather sling I had bought for just such a moment. I got back on the other bed and strapped it around my neck and thighs. I was effectively spread open without having to hold my own legs.
He lubed up his hand and my pussy. Again, we had discussed fisting many times and we were both anxious to try it. He inserted his hand carefully, thumb tucked in. I loved the stretching. I was writhing under him as he twisted and pushed, but in the end he just could not get his whole had in. I took a pillow, pulled the case off, and slipped it under my hips, hoping to help. He did get in a little further and thrust and twisted me into a screaming, gushing orgasm. We concluded that his hand was just too big. Working with his hands as he does, plus his long fingers, coupled with my recent hysterectomy which shortened my vagina a bit, he was just not going to be able to get his whole fist in. There was slight disappointment, but the orgasm he had produced overshadowed any failure. Perhaps it can be achieved another time.
I sat up and reached up to stroke his cock, then started sucking it. After a few minutes of sucking and licking it, I slapped his ass. “No, I want to lick your ass. Get on your belly, boy.”
He obliged eagerly. Suddenly his fine ass was before me. Fuck, but I adore his ass. I ran hands up and down over them a few times, massaging, feeling the tug of his skin. I parted his cheeks, and ran my finger around and around his puckered hole. Then I stuck my face down, licking it, running my tongue over and around it, sucking it and sticking my tongue inside. I pulled it open a bit with my fingers and rolled my tongue over and into it. It was my turn to stick a finger in him. I wet my finger with my tongue and slowly inserted it. He didn’t jerk or move, so I figured there wasn’t any pain. I drove my finger in and out a few times, then curled it up inside him. I could feel a different patch of flesh inside. “Is that your prostate?” I wondered aloud. He chuckled. I added a second finger, but could feel him tense a little so I removed it after a brief moment. After some more licking, sucking, and fingering, I asked “You want to try a plug?”
“Sure! As long as it lubed.”
I went to my bag and shuffled through the contents, looking for the right one. I have several different sizes and shapes of plugs, including a collection of glass ones he had bought for me recently. I haven’t even tried all of them yet. I found the one I was looking for, a simple glass rod.
I lubed it up, and told him. “This may be cold.” Then I pushed it slowly but firmly into his ass.
“It’s a very thin one,” I told him. “I’m sure your prostate tickler is bigger than this.”
I moved it gently in and out and worked up the pace, pairing it with sucking and licking around it. I ran a finger form my other hand up and down his perineum, as well as sucked and licked his balls. When I finally paused, I removed the plug with that little blip I love so much.
“Get up,” he said after I came again, and he rolled off. He adjusted me on all fours, and licked my ass a few times. He played, inserting 2 or three fingers inside me. “I want to try the big black one,” he said. “Stay still.”
I remained on my hands and knees. I could hear him rummaging through my toys. “It’s in a black velvet bag. You can’t miss it.”
I was almost scared, but also eager. This plus was huge. You can actually see it in the “Doing the Dishes” photo below. It measures 8” tall and 2” across at the tip. It gradually gets a little wider towards the base. He used copious amounts of coconut oil on it and on me.
I could feel it on my hole, pushing it in. I think I screamed. He stopped and asked if I was okay. I was, and was not, but willing to keep going a bit. I thought maybe the worst was over as he broke through the sphincter. But as another layer of the plug slid in, I thought my skin would tear. “I can’t do this,” I panted. He stopped immediately. He kept it in for a second, seeing if I would relax, but I knew I had reached my limit. Maybe with more practice and preparation I could take it in the future.
We decided it was lunchtime. He went out for subs and we ate, talking casually about inane subjects. I could still taste his ass on my lips. Afterward, he pulled out his little toy bag. I examined his urethral sounds. He had a few different ones than I, more like plugs. One had a flared end that he could wear long-term as it would not slip out. I watched intently as he plugged his cock. It had a ball tip, which I said cooed be very interesting to us, as I rubbed my thumb over it.
He pushed me back and rubbed the ball over my pussy and clit. “Can you feel that?” He said as he thrust in and out. I could! And it was incredible. It must be how a Prince Albert piercing feels on a guy. I loved him rubbing it on my clit. I am so glad I am multi-orgasmic.
That one really makes me want to pee,” he said, referring to the plug with the flared end. Although it is hollow, he removed it and stood in front of me. Because of our height difference, when I lay on my back on the high hotel bed, my pussy is right at hip height for him. He stood there, stroking, and then a frustrated look came over him, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, his eyes screwed up towards the ceiling. “Don’t tell me now I’m pee shy.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “It’s bound to come out eventually.” He turned to his toy bag and handed me a long, wavy, hollow sound. I had never cathed him before and was nervous; I did not want to injure him. I took the lube and made sure it was prepared, then took his cock in my hand and threaded the end of the sound into it. I loved watching the hole open around it. I pushed it in slowly, carefully. I could feel him moan deep in his throat. It went in deeper and deeper. I didn’t realize how far it was to his bladder; mine was pretty close to the surface, but of course it had to go all the way through the penis. Then I felt resistance and knew I was at the sphincter of the bladder. I stopped, making sure he was okay, then tried to push through. My fingers were too slippery to get purchase on the hose to push so he took it and got into his bladder. I slid the hose in and out, never pulling too far so it fell out, but feeling his muscles tense and release with each stroke. I stroked him, as I pulled it all the way out, watching each little bead blip. Once it was out, I sucked him deep in my mouth. For really the first time, I could feel his enjoyment of the blowjob. One other time, a while ago, when I blew him I knew he liked it, but not to the extent he did this one. I sucked and stroked and licked and made sure I paid attention to his balls and perineum. I could feel him fighting an orgasm.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs hanging off, my body angled toward him. He was laying face up. After a long time of me ministering him, he reached for my nipples, hanging down near him. I moaned, and stretched out my legs towards his head. His fingers parted my lips again as he finger fucked me while I blew him.
He then pushed me on my back and used a short plug in my urethra. The look of concentration on his face was funny. The tip of the sound seemed a little sharp, but once it was in I was fine. Great, in fact. He changed out for the one with the flared tip which made me piss all over him and his cock. He was grinning so big as he played with his cock in the wetness. Then I felt more and I realized he had finally peed on me. I could feel the stream hitting my clit, making me gasp. It is an amazing feeling, warm and the pressure of the liquid kind of like a faucet open directly on the clit.
He used his cock to spread the piss , as well as my own overflowing juices to my ass. He flipped me over, then got on his knees behind me. With one arm braced around me he pushed hard into my pussy and then my ass. I was crying out in rhythm to his thrusts. He drove me up the bed. I was glad he was hold me to him. His head was next to mine and I pushed my head up against it. He thrust roughly, and one last, lingering heave had him coming in my ass. I also climaxed with him. We stay, panting for a moment, before he clambered off of me. I collapsed onto the bed. “Wow!” Again, I was lightheaded as I tried to get up.
“Talk about going with the flow,” he smirked.
* * *
Unfortunately, his phone beckoned shortly thereafter. After being on vacation the week before, and covering for a co-worker this week, he had work piling up. I told him I did not want to interfere with his work. He was regretful, but we decided that it might be best that I leave early, so he could get some work done and so I could avoid traffic.
I started gathering up everything. He went in he bathroom and “did the dishes” – cleaned up all the toys. It’s nice that residual poo and scum does not bother him. We are both used to it. He came out and say me collecting my things. “Are you going to shower?”
“I guess I should. I am a little sticky.” I could feel juices, cum, and pee oozing from me.
I jumped in the shower and then packed up everything else. He was getting dressed ready to go into work. He had stripped the bed of its makeshift protection and it had remained clean and dry. We commented on it, and he remarked how we had it worked out for next time. Although I was disheartened by his apparent hastiness – I almost felt like he was trying to get rid of me – that remark made me feel much better. There will be a next time.
Morgan Destera 