Chapter 3
Lisa Rogers couldn't understand why her boss was grinning so broadly. She would chuckle from time to time, and seemed to be unusually interested in her watch.
"Maybe she's got a lunch fuck," thought Lisa. "Good, that ought to leave me free for the afternoon."
She pushed her way into Terri's office carrying a huge pile of briefs. She deposited them on the desk.
"Thank you, Lisa," murmured Terri. "Oh, I'll be going to lunch around one today. I'll probably be gone for the balance of the afternoon."
Lisa grinned broadly to herself. She had been working for Terri for about nine months. The phrase 'balance of the afternoon' meant that she would be gone for the rest of the day.
She stepped back into the outer office and sat down by her typewriter. About a half hour later Terri stepped in.
"I'm leaving now," she said. "Hold all calls for me, won't you?"
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Thompson," said Lisa.
Terri walked quickly out of the office. She turned, and bumped into Mark Roberts.
"Hi!" he grinned. "I was just coming to get you."
"Incredible," she murmured. "I was just coming to get you!"
They stepped into an elevator and shot down to the lobby.
"So where to?" she asked.
"A little Italian place, maybe," he said. "That be okay?"
"Fine with me," she murmured.
They sat down at a small table near the back of the restaurant. Mark ordered a bottle of wine with the meal.
"You always drink on workdays?" she asked.
"Oh. Is this a workday?"
"That depends on what you'd call work," she said with a wink.
She gazed -at him slyly" as she sipped at her wine.
"Got any new cases?" , He spread his face into a shit-eating grin.
"I was going to talk to you about that," he said. "As a matter of fact, I do. There's this rent strike, and-"
"I saw your name this morning," Terri chuckled. "I'll give you a good fight, you can bet on that."
"Well, at least you're not mad about it," he said.
"Why? I've been a junior partner myself. You should have seen the cases I was stuck with!"
They ate a slow dinner. Mark leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach.
"Well. After all that, I really don't feel like going back to work."
"Neither do I," said Terri. "And that wine!"
"I wish there was something to do this afternoon," he said innocently.
"Oh, I'm sure you can think of something," she murmured. "Do you live nearby?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't," he said. "I have a home in Westchester."
"Wow! So do I. I'll bet we're neighbors."
"No, I don't recall seeing you around the block," he said.
"I do wish there was somewhere to go," she murmured.
Mark fished in his pocket and grinned as he pulled out a fat ring of keys.
"A friend of mine is out of the city," he said. "He left me the key to his place. It's only a few blocks away from here."
"Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't want you to bring anyone up," she purred.
"I don't know," he said. "He's a pretty friendly guy."
"Well, in that case, let's go."
They left the restaurant quickly and drove to the apartment. Mark pushed open the door, and ushered her inside.
"Oh! This is nice," she said, looking around at the modern decor.
"Want another drink?" he asked. "Have a seat, and I'll make a couple."
Terri sat herself down on the couch and leaned back. Her lusts were boiling up. She stretched out her long legs.
"Part one," she thought.
Terri picked up the phone and trembled as she dialed.
"Hello?" rumbled a familiar voice. "Hi, Ben," she purred.
"Lisa! How are you? I haven't heard from you in a week!"
"Say. Terri is in a conference for the whole afternoon. I'm free. Want to take me to lunch?"
"Oh, baby, get me out of this crazyhouse!" laughed Ben. "Stay where you are. I'll pick you up." .
He hung up and quickly left the office. He told the receptionist that he wouldn't be available for the balance of the afternoon.
Lisa was waiting for him' outside the building when he arrived. She grinned at him.
"Hey, you're looking good today."
"I can't imagine why," he laughed. "Not with all this bullshit."
"Well, I'm sure I can take your mind off it," she purred. - He took her to lunch in a small restaurant. They had a couple of drinks after their meal, and went up to her apartment.
Ben seated himself heavily on her couch. . "Would you like another drink?" she asked.
"No, how about some coffee?"
"Fine!" She dashed into the kitchen and quickly prepared a pot of coffee. She poured him a cup and walked back into the living room. She placed the cup before him and darted back into the kitchen.
"Aren't you going to have some?" he asked.
"No coffee. I want some beer," she replied.
"Why in hell would you want a beer?"
"Why do you think?"
"I can't possibly imagine."
"It makes me pee a lot, silly. You ought to know that."
He grinned lustily at her.
"Why should you want to pee?"
"That's why!" she thrust her hand into his crotch and gripped the hard bulge growing out of the fabric of his slacks.
He curled his arm around her waist and pressed his lips tightly against her mouth. She parted her teeth, and he slid the wet, hot meaty flesh of his tongue in between her lips. She gasped passionately and sucked hard on his invading tongue.
He slowly fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She pushed his tongue out of her mouth and slid away from him.
"Let's go into the bathroom," she purred.
She slinked off the couch and walked slowly out of the room. He followed her, his lusts boiling over.
He closed the bathroom door tightly shut behind him. She had her blouse off, and was reaching for the back strap of her bra.
"Here, I'll help you with that," he said.
He quickly undid the clasps and pulled the bra off her torso. She spun around, pressing the edges of her palms to the underside of her small gobs of breasts.
"Like my titties?" she cooed.
He grasped her bare waist and darted his head down to her torso. He opened his mouth wide, and folded his lips over a hard-nippled breast. She purred, and thrust her torso at him.
He slowly curled the tip of his tongue around her small, pink nipple. She fumbled .. with the zipper of his fly, and managed it open.
He jerked his face away from her breast and stepped back. She knelt down, and pulled open the top of his pants.
She slowly drew the garment down his thighs. She kissed the hard bulge growing out of the crotch of his briefs, then slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of the garment.
His prick shot out as she drew the briefs down. She grasped his bare hips, and slid her opened mouth over the hardened shaft of his cock. He bent down, and pressed his fingers roughly against her bare shoulders.
She slowly curled the meaty flesh of her tongue around the hardened shaft of his cock. She slid her hands around to the crack of his ass, and pushed her way through the lining of stiff hairs covering the crack.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" he grunted, as she pushed a finger against the pink, tender flesh of her asshole.
His prick began to jerk violently inside her mouth and shoot out its come. She drew her head back, and let the white, sticky fluid splash over her face.
He stepped back and stepped right "out of his crumpled-up slacks. She drew down her skirt, and quickly pulled it off her sensuous legs.
He stepped over to the bathtub and turned the faucets on hard. He stepped behind her, and pressed the palms of his hands to the smooth, white plane of her stomach.
She spread her thighs apart as he pushed his fingers through her blond pussy pelt.
"Let's get into the tub," she said hoarsely.
He slid into the tub and leaned himself against the wet, slippery back wall. She carefully leaned her back against the faucets, then draped one foot over the edge of the tub.
"Oh, I have to pee," she purred.
"Go right ahead," he said.
She leaned back, and let a cloud of yellow urine flow into the bathwater. He eagerly splashed it over himself. The flow stopped, leaving a light-yellow color to the bathwater.
She pulled her leg back into the tub and sat up straight. He slid towards her, his prick rock-hard.
"Easy now," he grunted.
She lifted her feet and wrapped her legs around his torso. He shoved the head of his cock into her pussy slit. She shoved forward with her hips, taking the shaft into her pussy hole.
He started to work his hips around in a small circle. She pressed the insides of her thighs tightly against him, cooing softly with pleasure.
He draped his legs around the small of her back. His prick popped out of her cunt, the swollen head rising above the surface of the yellow bathwater.
"I'd better sit up on you," she grunted.
He grasped her bare sides tightly. She gripped the edges of the tub and slowly pulled herself up.
She lowered the swollen, wet lips of her cunt over the hardened shaft of his prick and slowly slid herself down to his crotch. She groaned as the firm cheeks of her ass pressed against the tops of his thighs.
The head of his prick pushed against the back wall of her cunt. He slid her up and down the shaft.
She threw her arms around his wet, naked back and rammed her hardened nipples firmly against the smooth, muscled plane of his torso.
He pressed his hps to her mouth, and shoved his tongue in between her parted teeth.
He slid a hand into her crotch and groped for her clit.
"No! I don't need it," she grunted hoarsely.
He jerked his hand away and again grasped her wet side. She pushed her tongue back into his mouth. He closed his lips tightly over the wet, meaty flesh and began to suck hard.
She began to tremble violently. The walls of her cunt contracted and sucked at his invading penis. She jerked her tongue back out of his mouth and dug her teeth gently into his wet, bare shoulder.
His prick started to pulsate, and shot out its load. He lifted her slowly off his crotch, and rested her gently back on the bottom of the tub.
She stood up, gasping.
"Wow, that was great," she purred. "I have to pee again."
She spread her legs apart. He slid down so that only; his head and neck remained above the surface of the bathwater. She lowered her twat, balancing herself by clamping one hand against the wet, tiled bathroom wall.
She leaned back and let a thick stream of dark-yellow urine splash over his face. He sighed as the warm, salty fluid covered his closed eyes, splashed over his nose, and dripped down his lips.
"More, baby," he groaned. A few drops of the urine entered his mouth.
She squeezed the last few drops of piss out of herself then sat back down in the bathwater.
"Why don't you get us a couple of beers?" she asked. "I'm kind of thirsty again."
"Yeah," he said weakly. He slowly picked himself up out of the tub and stepped out of the bathroom.
He returned a few minutes later carrying two bottles of beer. He ripped off the tops, and handed a bottle to her.
She took a deep swig, then giggled.
"Watch this," she said. She lowered the mouth of the bottle beneath the surface of the urine filled water.
"Wait," he said. "I have to piss, myself."
"Great!" she purred. She slid down in the tub as he rose to his feet. She planted her submerged feet on either side of his ankles and closed her eyes.
Thompson took a good hit off his bottle, then put it down and seized the softened shaft of his cock. He aimed the tip at her face, then shot out a long stream of urine.
She sighed with pleasure as the yellow liquid splashed over her face. He shook the last few drops out of the shaft, and sat back down in the tub.
The bathwater was now a deep yellow from their combined urinations. She raised her bottle to her mouth, and drank.
She pulled the mouth of bottle away from her lips. The brown glass made a loud smacking noise as it passed from between the lush red flesh. She shoved the mouth of the bottle into her cunthole, then handed it to him.
"Here, it's good," she giggled.
"All right." He raised the bottle to his lips and took a deep swig. A rich, salty taste was mixed with the sting of the carbonation of the beer. He pulled the bottle away from his mouth and handed it back to her.
"Why don't you eat my pussy a little," she purred.
She stood up. He slid under her legs, then raised himself up and grasped the tops of her thighs.
She lowered her twat to his face. He pressed his lips against her cunt meat and sucked in the wet, hot, wrinkled folds of flesh.
She groaned and gripped the edges of the tub tightly. He was intoxicated by the urine-salty taste of her pussy. He thrust his tongue into her cunt hole, and pressed the tip against her pulsating vaginal walls.
He slowly slid his hands around to her ass.
He pressed his fingers firmly against the smooth, rounded mounds of flesh, grinding his lips around on her cunt meat.
He jerked his mouth to the top of her cunt, just below her pelt of wiry blond pussy hairs. He found her clit with his tongue, then grazed his lips tightly over the hardened little love bud.
He slid one hand around to her crotch, thrusting his wet fingers between her outspread thighs. He pushed two fingers into her cunt hole and shoved a third into her anus.
Her body began to tremble violently and spew out pussy juice. The walls of her cunt contracted and sucked at his lips and chin. With a shriek of passion, she tore her twat away from his face.
"God! That was good!" she grunted, sitting back down in the water.
Thompson carefully rubbed all traces of her come off his lips with the tip of his tongue. He leaned back, gasping.
He reached over the side of the tub and picked up his beer. He took a deep swig, and belched as he pulled the bottle away from his lips.
"Oh, you slob!" she laughed. He answered her by splashing some of the urine stained water into her face.
"My stomach's been a little out of whack lately," he said. He patted his abdomen as he spoke.
"Oh, you poor thing," she purred. "Maybe I can make you feel better."
She picked herself up, the yellow water streaming down her naked flesh. Two tiny, yellowish soap bubbles hung from her hardened pink nipples. White flecks of come dripped off her pussy hairs as she stepped out of the tub. _ "How about an enema?"
"Oh, please!" he gasped, rising quickly up.
She got out the rubber bag and tube.
"I have something special for it," she purred. "Peppermint soap."
"That sounds good," he said.
She handed him the plastic bottle.
"Hmm. Doctor Bonner's? What's all this stuff on the label." .
He squinted as he tried to read the cryptic messages inscribed in small panels on the bottle's label.
"Oh, that's the doctor's philosophy," she smiled. "He started to produce the soap earlier in this century as a sort of medicine. His sons retained the original label. I've tried to read it, but it doesn't make much sense. It looks like just about every doctrine in the world is mixed up there."
"It sure smells nice," he said, sniffling at the top of the bottle.
She hooked the enema bag to the top of the shower curtain, then filled a large jar with warm water. She squirted in some of the soap, and a fresh, spicy smell filled the bathroom.
"I think you're really going to enjoy this," she purred.
He stretched himself out on the bathroom floor and turned on his left side. She dropped down to a low crouch behind him, and playfully shoved a finger into his anus.
He grinned, and closed the walls of his ass crack tightly around her probing hand. She jerked her hand back.
"Come on, put it in," he grunted. He turned his head up, and saw that the sleek, shiny surface of the enema bag was starting to swell from the water.
She slid some vaseline over the plastic tip of the tube, then slowly screwed it into his asshole. She secured the tube inside him, then stepped over to the bag. "Here it comes," she said.
She opened the small clamp keeping the tube pinched shut and let the water flow down to his asshole.
"Oh, God, this is good," he gasped. The peppermint soap made his asshole tingle strongly. The cool mixture of soap and water crept up his rectum, inching its wet way towards his prostate.
It hit, and his prick shot up fully erect, "Oh, nice," she murmured. She curled her fingers gently around the hardened shaft.
"Hey," he grunted hoarsely. "Do you think we can fuck in this position?"
"I don't see why not," she purred.
She slid next to him, and turned on her side.
"Careful, now," she said. "Don't dislodge the tube."
She looked up, and saw that the bag was still filled with water. He threw his arm over her naked form, and she rammed her hardened nipples against the smooth plane of his torso.
She seized the base of the shaft of his cock, careful not to tug at the taut male skin. She shoved the head into her pussyhole. Thompson thrust forward with a grunt, burying the shaft of his cock deep into the horny wet warmth of her twat.
His prick began to jerk almost immediately. A large burst of semen shot into her vaginal flesh, and she started to groan heavily.
She slowly pulled herself off the softening shaft of his cock and pulled herself to her feet.
She stepped back over to the enema bag, and gave it a hard squeeze. A flood of water tore through the tube, making its sleek rubber skin swell wide.
"Oh, my God!" roared Thompson, as his prick shot up erect again.
She knelt down and swiftly darted the tube out of his anus. He got up quickly. She darted out of the room as he perched himself over the toilet, then dashed back in when she heard him flush.
"Oh, that was great," he gasped. He was still trembling from the force of his orgasm.
She stepped back into the tub. She picked up her beer bottle, and thrust it into her crotch.
"I have to pee again," she said casually.
He rubbed the tip of his tongue over his lips as he watched a thin stream of urine flow into the half-filled bottle. He quickly picked up his bottle, and placed the tip of his penis just inside the bottle's mouth. He grunted as he trickled a stream of thick urine into the beer.
She handed him her bottle as he sat down in the tub. He placed the mouth to his lips, and swigged down the mixture of piss and brew.
"Wow, is that good!" he roared, pulling the bottle away from his face. She drank down the bottle he handed her, and laughed.
"It sure does improve the flavor," she murmured. She took another deep swig, then planted the bottle firmly on the floor.
The bathwater was now a very deep and rich yellow and smelled faintly of fresh pee. He sank down in the tub, wrapping his submerged legs tightly around her buttocks.
"Watch,"
"she said, pointing below the water to her crotch.
He leaned his head forward and watched as a large cloud of urine erupted from her cunt hole.
"Hey, let me have some of that," he laughed.
She squeezed her cunt lips closed and stood up.
"Come on," she said, "This hurts."
He quickly slid between her legs and gasped as a flood of urine covered his face. The piss was thinner, and not quite as rich as it was before.
He stood up as she sank back down in the tub. With a laugh, he picked up his beer bottle and poured its contents over his head and shoulders.
She did the same with her bottle, letting the beer trail off her breasts and into the bath water.
He then seized the softened shaft of his cock.
"Heads up," he chortled.
She leaned her head back, closing her eyes tightly. She smiled and writhed about as a thick stream of urine splashed out over her face.
He sat back down. She darted a hand under the water and grabbed his prick again. "Is your little man too tired?" she purred.
"Not from the way it feels," he gasped.
She tweaked the softened shaft between her thumb and forefinger, slowly working the sensitive underside of the head. The penis crawled back up to a slow, lazy erection.
She giggled as the swollen head popped up above the surface of the water. He slid forward, lowering himself into the yellow bathwater. The shaft of his cock slowly rose up above the surface.
She immediately grasped the sides of the tub and raised herself up. The water flowed yellowly off her naked flesh. She bent forward, opening her mouth wide. He gasped loudly as she closed her hps tightly over the taut male flesh.
He thrust his hips up, sliding the shaft deep into her mouth. She pressed the flat of her tongue along the long vein running the length of the hardened male flesh.
She sucked and toyed with the taut flesh. The penis began to jerk in her mouth, and she quickly pulled her face away from his crotch.