Once, I watched a wonderful male piss. Once I was walking with Sanka (very pretty brown-haired with soft, all-time well-groomed hair almost to the shoulders and dark brown eyes, he has a super figure, especially a nice round pumped ass).

We wandered around the city for half a day, of course we drank beer. I don’t really like it, because I splashed only half a bottle, but Sanya drank quite a lot (if the memory does not change three cans plus finished the remaining contents of my bottle). After he finished drinking, I offered to go to me.

Sanka agreed, we took the nearest subway. We were hugging, bazaars, making fun ... I was surprised that he still does not want to piss (I always want to hunt pretty hard and almost immediately after beer). So we arrived safely at my station and went to wait for the bus (they, I must say, we don’t go very often, but we seemed lucky, there were a lot of people at the bus stop, there was clearly no bus for a long time, so he should have drive up). At the bus stop Sanka behaved slightly strange. He could not stand still; instead, he walked around me and tried not to show that something was wrong. I did not ask him, pretending that I did not notice anything. Then he hugged me and asked me to tell him something, for he was already tired of waiting for the nasty bus and he was tired of standing in one place. Good, by the way the argument ... I liked it.

I kissed him on the cheek and pressed against him, then I noticed. that he began to breathe more often and louder. I had no idea what to tell him to help distract him. Usually I tell something wildly funny, but now it would be risky - Sanya could catch up with laughter. So I started to flog the first thing that came to my mind about my stay at the dacha last weekend, about cucumbers, tomatoes, greenhouses, tractors, hayloft, cows and in general about the picturesqueness of the surroundings of my summer cottage. Sanya didn't care what I was saying. He pretended to listen with great interest, but did not understand anything.

Yes, he clearly could not distract. Noticing that he was not listening to me, I began to flog full nonsense, I do not remember what it was, fully concentrating on watching the Sanya. He stood in front of me and lightly bit his lower lip. In general, Sanka is very smooth and calm.

He is almost never angry or offended. And it is almost impossible to ruffle. But lip biting was a clear sign of anxiety.

I tried to imagine how he felt at that moment. And immediately excited by this thought. Wandering on an Internet, I have repeatedly found stories about pissing. It always made me very excited (I’m also a bisexual, but the guys I met with Sledge didn’t know about it).

I did pissing with a friend several times. And now I was overcome by wild curiosity, and what will happen if I make Sanka feel a little patient. I turned away from Sanka, to see if the bus was coming and I smiled slightly, maliciously. The bus was just coming up. Sanka was sincerely glad for his arrival. The bus immediately filled with cue. And we, as evil turned out to be in the middle. We were pressured front and back, so that it was impossible even to breathe freely. Poor Sanka, I wonder what he was like at that moment. Fortunately, after three stops most of the people had already left, and there were not more than a dozen people left on the bus. Sanka and I plopped into the rear seats. We had to go another fifteen minutes.

Sanka fidgeted on the seat and constantly rubbed his hands. I asked what happened to him, but he stubbornly kept the truth from me, answering that everything was fine. He fidgeted for another five minutes and asked uneasily how many minutes we still had to go. I replied that another ten minutes. The next five minutes he looked very tense and now and then he looked at his watch.

- What, are you afraid to miss your favorite series? I grinned.

- No, just, in my opinion, we have been going to your apartment for ages +

- Do not worry, soon we will arrive two more stops, and then we will arrange this + you will like it, I think.

I undid a few buttons on the sweater, so that the red lace bra slightly looked out and smiled slyly. My hint was clear. Sanka also smiled. It seems that it helped him a little to distract. Then, afraid to bring it to erection, I buttoned up my blouse again. I knew that the next stop was mine, but when I felt Sanya breathing faster, I decided to torture him a little. I laid my head on his shoulder and pretended to doze off. At the bus stop, he tried to wake me up, but I purred something unintelligible under my breath, so Sanka decided that we should go to the next one. I depicted a wonderful awakening, and with horror told him that we had passed my stop. Here Sanka got angry enough (in any case, he had never looked more indignant before). He said loudly ... Well, e * (and so on) !. Two pensioners, who were sitting in front of us, looked around in alarm and were confused. We got out at the next stop. It was not long for seven minutes to go from her to my house, but to Sanya this way did not seem short. He tried to go faster, but on the contrary, I walked slowly. Sanya was getting more and more angry, because he had long wanted to piss, but he still didn’t know where I was living, and he wouldn’t leave me alone, so he had to wait for me, such a mess. Then he sharply stated ...

- Damn, now piss.

He took a fancy to the rather nice basement of the nearest house and wanted to go down there, he took my hand and said that it was very close to mine. And it was true, he was standing next door. I (again, leisurely) took out the magnetic key from the entrance and we entered. The elevator, to my chagrin, came at once. Sanka already squeezed his hands between his legs and prayed that we would not get stuck, but + carried by. They came out on my floor, where the unfortunate attempted to cast into the garbage chute, but he was categorically denied, all of a sudden someone from the neighbors saw. I’ve been rummaging around in my purse for a long time, trying to find the keys from the apartment (actually, I felt them almost right there, but I wanted to delay the meeting of Sani with the long-awaited toilet a little, for now he excited me like no one ever did.

I even wanted to portray that I lost them somewhere along the way, but I decided that it would be too much. Now Sanya looked so helpless. He bent and straightened at my door and was unable to remove his hands from his penis. Poor man, he was so preoccupied with his problem that he didn’t even notice that he could relieve his sufferings if he at least relaxed the belt on his jeans. Then I finally pulled the keys out of the bag. Sanya was delighted. He, with incredible tension, flew into the door and howled ... Where is your toilet ?. I quietly pulled out of the closet a soft but durable belt-strap and took off my shoes. For Sledge to take off his shoes was worth a lot of work, because in order to unlace them, he had to take his hands off his penis for a while. Then I said that I take him to the toilet and asked. Does he mind. If I help him pee. He looked at me in surprise, but he wanted so much to the toilet that he agreed to everything. I blindfolded him, took her hand and led her into the room (not in the toilet itself, but in the living room where the repair was going on and was at the wallpaper stripping stage + linoleum was still intact). I brought him to the battery and quickly and skillfully tied his belt to her. Sanka screamed ...

- What the ***, what the *** are you doing? Let me go.

- Hush, Sanya. Do not strain, leave strength in order to suffer.

- What are you up to?

- Just you excite me in this state.

- What are you doing crazy, we’ll drown if I can't take it.

- You can take it, honey, you are strong with me.

I kissed him on the lips. Then she removed the bandage from his eyes and sat next to her on the floor, stained with whitewash, poured from the ceiling. I watched him. Poor Sanka wriggled on the battery (they didn’t drown them), like a stripper.Since Sanya was tied by the hands, he could not squeeze them between his legs, so he had to move all the time. A kind of dance was accompanied by deep sighs and performance. Sanya said. That his bladder is probably already full, as it hurts so much. But I knew. What is not the limit. I ran into the kitchen and returned with a glass of mineral water. Seeing this picture, Sanya almost lost consciousness and prayed ...

- you what? You want to kill me! No, I won't drink it for anything!

- Only half, well Sanya, well, for my sake, please.

- Leave me alone, that little + uv + damn + I’ll just flood your neighbors + I can't take it anymore.

He crossed his legs and held his breath. Then he opened them, cried out softly from the strong pain and did not hold a few drops. This was evidenced by a small wet spot on jeans. But Sani had enough strength to cope with herself and hold on. Then I drank half a glass myself. Slow and beautiful. Then again she unbuttoned her blouse and the rest of the water poured in a thin stream around her neck, from where she ran along her chest, stomach, legs and dripped onto the floor. This insanely excited Sanka. Despite the fact that it was unbearable to endure, I wanted more. Then I ran to the bathroom and brought a basin from there. At the sight of the marvelous object of the farm, Sanya's smile shone on his face. He has already decided that I will finally give him a piss. But it was not there. I myself already quite wanted to piss. I unbuttoned my blouse to the end, then took off my skirt. So I stood in front of him in chic underwear (I rarely wear pantyhose). Then I slowly took off her bra and threw it into Sanka. From the look of my gorgeous breasts of the third size, he was excited so much that a member was ready to break jeans. I took pity on the unfortunate Sanya and unbuttoned the belt on his jeans. Then I took off my panties and crouched over a basin. Poor Sanya is both excited and annoyed.

He squeaked (he could not strain his vocal cords much, otherwise he could wet his pants) that I was a sadist. I began to piss the most ordinary jet. What a torment for him it was. When I finished he was no longer able to endure (the stain on the jeans grew, and I could not understand whether he was pissing or ending). A small jet came out, he tried to stop, he managed it for a couple of seconds, but then he started up the trickle again. I decided to torment him more, unbuttoned his fly to him, pulled out a member of the checkered family panties, and then he began to piss with such pressure that the floor cracked, and the spray flew in all directions. He piss for a long time + oh, it is a pity that time has not spotted. A puddle formed decent. I offered to stop him, but Sanka could not do it anymore. Then, when Sanya finished, he exhaustedly flopped his ass on the fucked floor and sighed with relief ...

- What kaaaaa!

- You see, I told you what you liked. Maybe somehow repeat?

- No, I'm afraid it will be too much for me. Next time I'll tie you.

- Ladnenko, I think that I will do better. Although + is unlikely someone will surpass you in sexfills.

- Hmm, right?

- Yes.

After the exchange of such courtesies, I untied Sanya from the battery and took me to the shower. Having fun there for half an hour, we wiped out the swamp in the living room and for a long time tested my bed for spring properties and strength. Here is such a story.