Holding It: A Watersports and Primal BDSM – #Erotica

A long distance couple finally explores their kinkiest desires!

“Thank you very much, ma’am” he drawled as the very attentive Vietnamese woman refilled our water glasses for the sixth time (yes, I was counting) as we consumed our hot delicious pho slowly and casually. There is no graceful way for me to eat pho, really, but he is a pro and even uses chopsticks to lift the slippery rice noodles to his mouth. Not that I was watching his mouth and thinking about it against mine, no, not at all………. Okay I was. I was obsessed with him. His mouth. His hands. His eyes. His chest hair. His facial hair. His very slight drawl. His very soul. Fuck, I had it bad for him.

We’d waited a whole year to meet in person and close the 800 mile distance for a few days and all I wanted to do was be His entirely for that time. I was shaking when he stepped off the airport shuttle at our hotel and given me the most wonderful giant hug where I was so flustered and overwhelmed by his warmth and finally smelling his skin that I didn’t even go in for a kiss, but I wanted it to be special so it was best to save that for later. Besides, he was hungry from the plane ride so we got something to eat.

He finished paying the bill, tipping generously, and I squirmed in my seat, giving it all the kegel power I could muster, trying not to think about how full my bladder was from the five large glasses of ice water, pho broth, and the requisite Vietnamese iced coffee. He looked me straight in the eye and drained the fresh water glass all at once.

“Drink it.” he said, looking at me with those commanding eyes.

“Yes, Sir.” I replied, in that tone that really meant “Fuck you!” in a brat way and downed the water.

By the time we parked back at the hotel, it was getting painful. But I knew I wasn’t allowed to bail out of this one. Not after teasing each other with this for a year. Not after him busting down the doors to a kink that I had in a big way, apparently, but due to shame or uninterested/grossed-out partners, I rarely got to explore. It was a highly contextual kink for me, and not something I did casually with randos. To me, it’s about submission and being owned and I needed him to own me….. His instructions had been simple that day. “Wear panties that can be destroyed.” and I had. I wanted him to pretty much destroy everything about me, then put it back together.

He opened the room with the key card and shut and locked the door behind us, being sure to put the Do Not Disturb sign on the doorknob.

“Come here, girl.” he fairly growled, gathering me into his arms pulling me in for a kiss and holding me tight against him. An epic, hot, dominant kiss that I will never fucking forget as long as I love. He had me pinned to the wall, squeezing my tits and my ass and being by turns forceful and gentle with his tongue and lips, feeling me surrender to him. I ground my pelvis into him, feeling him getting hard under his jeans and I ached for him inside of me, feeling my clit stand at attention immediately.

“Not yet, babygirl.” he said, flipping me forward in a fluid motion and giving my ass a slap as I faced the wall.

I heard him taking off his boots and placing them to the side. I wanted to get to know those a whole lot better too but apparently that was not going to be right now.

He unzipped my dress, a slutty little crushed velvet 90s throwback slipdress with coffins and roses on it, and it pooled on the floor as he slid it off me and led me into the bathroom. I stood naked in front of him with nothing but a pair of pink cheeky panties that had seen better days.

“Get in the shower.” he said and I unquestionably obeyed him. The kiss and being almost naked in front of him had sent me on the express lane to subspace and my heart was pounding and my cunt was throbbing. He stood back and then looked straight through me as he made a show of removing his yellow Wu-Tang Clan shirt and revealing the soft, delicious salt and pepper furry chest and belly I’d lusted over for a year now,. He was not wearing underwear. Fuuuuck. I gaped at the treasure trail as he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his fly, but he didn’t remove his pants yet…. He stopped, looked at me again and said it, FINALLY.

“Piss for me.”

I couldn’t. I’d done it so much when I made him videos and stuff, but I couldn’t now, despite my bladder being full to bursting. He knew how to fix this though.

His hand clamped tightly across my throat and pinned me to the wall of the shower. He stared into my eyes and said it again as he expertly choked me with a practiced hand, totally in control of pressure and position for safety, but knowing exactly how to press my submissive buttons.

“Piss. For. Me.” his eyes commanded me as well as his voice.

It was almost involuntary as I let the torrent hot of hot piss loose and felt it pour in rivulets down my legs and soak the panties through. It felt so fucking good to let it go it was almost like an orgasm.

“Fuck yeah. Such a good girl for me……” he said, removing his hand from my neck and grabbing my pussy forcefully so he he could feel the heat and wetness. He smeared his wet hand across my face and gave me that hungry predator leonine smile, choking me again because he knew it would push out another strong stream. He hooked one of the holes in the panties with his finger and tore them until they were just a band of fabric. Momentarily the soaked panties were off my body and he stuffed them into my mouth, slapping my face lightly.

“Such a dirty fucking whore with your dirty pissy panties in your mouth.” he said, smiling and pinching a nipple hard enough to make me yelp and delivering a hard open-handed smack to my tits. “You’re about to get dirtier. Knees. Now.”

I knelt in the tub and melted from the look he gave me as he looked down at me, taking his belt through the loops, removing it from his jeans and setting it aside for easy access on the bathroom counter. He dropped the jeans entirely, standing naked in front of me with his dick in his hand.

“Now, what do you say, babygirl?”

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please, Sir…..”

“Please, Sir, WHAT…..” He loved to get me to say filthy things out loud once he learned I had an embarrassment kink.

“Please piss on me, Sir. Please mark me.”

“Good girl. Get ready. ”

By “get ready” he meant to hold my tits up and present them to be marked, and to open my mouth, the latter he helped with by yanking the sodden panties out of my mouth and tossing them aside. A hot stream hit me right in the face and I was in submissive ecstasy. It had basically no smell or color due to the all the hydration but it was warm and visceral I just loved the way it felt streaming down my body. Our particular kink wasn’t really about drinking piss, but I liked to open my mouth and let it stream over my tongue and flow down my chest, to just be engulfed by him.

“Fuck yes, you look so good taking my piss like the nasty girl you are. Without even asking because he knew he owned me in that moment, he balled a hand in my hair and fucked my mouth till he was hard as a rock, skull fucking me and using me roughly the way I needed it.

“Now…….I’m going to take what’s mine and make you watch me use you. Bend over the sink.”

I obeyed happily, being dripping wet and aching for him and I watched both of our faces in the mirror as he slid his bare cock into me for the first time and moaned deeply with the release of pent up energy. He fucked me savagely, grabbing and slapping and clawing at my flesh and every time he hurt me just a little more, I clenched on his cock so he did it harder. I loved seeing his face as he claimed me. He reached over to where he’d left his belt on the counter and I nearly squirted with excitement. He wrapped the belt around my neck and held it tightly, again, having complete control of it, yet knowing exactly how far to push. I felt reality start to soften at the edges and everything just felt surreal as he laid pipe in me and made me his. He stopped just short of letting me black out and let the belt go slack a little- after all, this was just the first time of many to come.

“Please, Sir, may I cum?”

“Yes babygirl, cum all over my fucking cock, he said, tightening the belt the tightest it would go. That did it. I let loose a river of squirt, to the point I could hear it hitting the tile floor and I’m sure it ran down his balls too. This made him thrust as deep as he could go with what I like to call breeding strokes and I felt him cum inside me and fill me to the brim. My eager cunt held his load there and I bucked back on him to get every last drop until my legs couldn’t stand anymore and we held each other for a long moment before stepping into the shower together to rinse off before climbing into bed together and snuggling. We held each other and looked into each other’s eyes for awhile and we started to drift off so he wrapped me up in his protective arms, letting me nuzzle his furry chest.

“You know Sir, you still have one hole left to claim.. just saying…..” I murmured, half-asleep.

“Well, I’ve got to have something for breakfast, don’t I? Go to sleep now, babygirl….. I love you.” He kissed my forehead.

“I love you too, Sir.”