The Maid Pt. 03

Golden Rain on a Summer's Afternoon

Friday Mid-July

Marieta had always been good at discerning what a man liked. Was he more dominant or more submissive? What kinky tastes might he have, or was he strictly vanilla? She had decided that Will was experienced and adventurous, a little submissive, and willing to experiment. He is like me, she thought, except I like to dominate, not submit.

She thought he had tried a lot of things, sexually, She thought that she would be able to do a lot with him, but she would take her time, as she always did. On this particular Friday, she decided it was time for them to enjoy golden showers together. When she arrived with several cans of beer, Will assumed she was going to a party after cleaning, but when he remarked on it, she told him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, the party is here. She could see that he had not guessed what she had in mind, but she was sure that even if he had not done golden showers before, he would indulge her and want to try. Guys like him, as she knew from experience, who were a little submissive, usually did like being pissed on. The fact was that Will had had a girlfriend in the past who liked him to watch her pissing, and he had enjoyed watching, but she had never asked if she could piss on him and he had not invited her to do it, but looking back, he wished he had.

She had been to clean for him twice since the first time they had anal sex together and on both occasions, anal love had featured strongly. Whenever she did something new with one of her men, she liked them to explore in detail together before introducing something else new.

After she had finished cleaning, Marieta came to the kitchen where she found Will reading a book and waiting for her. He asked her if she would like coffee, but she declined and said, 'we'll have beer.'

She had brought ten cans. They drank one each and chatted. He noticed that she was drinking hers quite quickly, so he sped up to keep pace with her.

'Are we having a drinking race?' he asked.

'No,' she said.

When she opened a second can for herself and another for him, he asked, 'do we need to get drunk to have sex now?

She stared at him for a moment before answering. 'You think I've become shy since we last met?'

'I doubt that.'

'I'm never shy.'

'I know.'

'How many could you drink before you were drunk?' she asked.

'Hmm, if I drank five, I'd be feeling it.'

'Then three will be enough.'

As they finished their second beers, Marieta stood and unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off. Then she took off her blouse. She was wearing a tiny black bra that did not cover much, and black thong, which also revealed quite a lot. Will admired her mature body and her tattoos. He looked hard at her. He want to take in and record every detail of her, her tattoos, her wrinkles, the areas where her flesh was a little saggy, despite her slim figure. Her blemishes, the marks of age and experience, excited and fascinated him. She enjoyed feeling his hard gaze. She knew that being beautiful and sexy had little to do with being young and perfect,

'Wow,' he finally said.

She smiled.

'I thought you went to the bathroom before coming to the bedroom to change your underwear.'

'Yes, I do, but today I am already wearing the right bedroom attire.'

As if she had read his thought, she smiled again and said, 'no, I haven't already had sex today.'

She paused and watched him carefully, waiting to discern whatever she might discern from his expression. He did not give anything away. She liked that about him. She could not read him as easily as she read most other men.

'Would you like it if I had?' she said, provocatively.

'I don't know,' he replied. He wondered. The idea of it did not put him off, but it did not immediately excite him either. He was sure he was not the only man she was having, but he had known not to ask. Marieta, he had come to know, was a woman who told you only what she wanted you to know, and she knew when to tell you.

'Some guys like it,' she said. And then she added, as it having thought about it for a moment, 'my husband does.'

'You're married?' he said.

'Yes,' she replied matter of factly. 'I thought you knew.'

'I wondered.'

'But you didn't ask. That's good. Things like what we do get spoiled if you know too much about each other too quickly.'

'Where is your husband?'

'In the Gulf. He is a Filipino Overseas Worker like me.'

Anticipating his question, 'she said, 'yes, he knows what I do. He encourages it, he likes it. He has another woman too. She is sort of a friend of mine.'

Will was about to ask, but she cut him off, 'I will tell you about him and our marriage another day.'

To change the subject, and drop a further hint; the beer had not led Will to guess what she wanted them to do, she said. 'I go to the bathroom before joining you in the bedroom to change my underwear and to piss. I like to piss before I have sex.' She looked at him archly and went on, 'it avoids any little accidents.' She smiled invitingly as she said it.

'Let's have that third beer,' she said.

As Will stood to fetch two more cans from the fridge, he felt her hand on his crotch. She took the zipper of his jeans between finger and thumb and pulled. She unbuttoned him after unzipping him and pulled down his jeans. His cock grew hard and popped out of his boxers. He waited, expecting to feel her lips encircle his cock at any moment, but instead she said, 'go and get the beers and bring me a glass. He returned with two glasses and poured hers and then his.

As they sat and drank the beer, more slowly now, she reached for his cock and started to stroke it. she told him to stand. He positioned himself in front of her and she took his cock into her mouth and began to suck him off. After a minute or so, she stopped. She took her glass of beer and dipped the head of his cock into it and sucked him again. After another minute she stopped and told him, 'eat me.'

He knelt on the kitchen floor in front of her and she opened her legs to receive him. She spread her pussy lips open invitingly and poured beer from her glass over them. Will leaned in and started to flick his tongue over her fanny lips, tasting the beer and inhaling her musky scent. She sighed a long sigh. He got to work and as he did so, she took a cigarette from her pack and lit it and took a drag. She smoked and took sips of her beer as he licked her.

'Take me all the way,' she told him.

After ten minutes of cunnilingus, she was nearly there. She began to gasp and she pushed herself towards him to meet his tongue. With a cry, she came; her orgasm shuddered through her.

'Oh, you're good,' she said.

Coming from her, he thought, that is high praise indeed. When he was licking her, he had wondered for a moment how many cocks had been there before his tongue. She had provoked that thought, by asking him if he liked the idea that she had already been fucked that day.

She had finished her third beer while he had been licking her out. She nodded towards his and told him to finish it.

'Let's go to the bedroom', she said. She did not stop to go to the bathroom first.

'No bathroom?' he asked.

'No. I don't need to piss yet. Do you?'

'A little,' he replied.

'Wait,' she said firmly. It sounded like an order. He liked it. He followed her to the bedroom. He must have realised now, she thought. He had; when she had said she did not need to piss yet, and told him not to, but he had decided not to let on. Don't make it too easy for her, make her work for it a little, he thought.

She sat on the bed and told him to stand in front of her and she sucked his cock again. She knew exactly how far to take him. He looked down and watched her intently and she looked up and held his gaze while she sucked his cock. When she was ready to be fucked, she told him, 'do me doggy, fuck me like a dog.'

He loved her dirty talk. It heightened his excitement to hear the stream of filthy words that poured from her mouth when they were having sex. And she knew that every man wants his woman to be an utter slut sometimes.

'Cunt first, she said.

He licked both holes lovingly before fucking them.

He held his cock in position and pushed himself into her. As he pushed in and out, she moved back and forth to meet his strokes. He looked down and saw her puckered sphincter. It looked swollen and ripe, and deliciously misshapen as a woman's sphincter becomes as she grows older, and he caressed it with his fingertip as he fucked his cock in and out of her hot wet cunt.

As she felt his finger touch her anus, she said, 'yes, get me ready, get my poo poo hole ready for your cock, baby.' Her words made it sound dirty and sensuous at the same time.

At that, he pushed and her sphincter gave, and her rectal canal swallowed his finger with the same ease as her pussy had his cock, and yet both were deliciously tight.

'Ok,' she said, 'now, fuck Mama up her arse.'

He always liked it when she said 'Mama.'

He pulled his cock out of her hot, juice-sodden fanny and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her anus and gently pushed. As always, his cock slid in with ease, her cunt juice the lubricant. He felt its beautiful tightness and the velvet hug of the soft flesh of her rectal canal around his cock.

'Yes, baby, Fuck Mama's chocolate tunnel.'

Her words thrilled him; he feared she had plans to go beyond pissing.

He fucked her anally until she had another orgasm and he shot his spunk up inside her rectum. His spent cock slipped out of her.

'Watch.' she said.

He watched as her sphincter puckered outwards and her arse opened and she squeezed out a cum fart with a slimy rasp. He saw her hand come between her legs and wipe up the sperm. As she turned to face him, her finger was in her mouth.

'Now,' she told him, 'it's time to go to the bathroom.'

He was excited. Would she tell him to watch her pee? Would she piss over him? Where would she do it? Over his chest, his cock? Would she piss over his face and into his mouth? Would she invite him to piss over her?

He felt intoxicated, but it was her and his thoughts and not the beer. He noticed that he needed to pee urgently.

'You know why we are in the bathroom, don't you?' she asked him.

'I think so.'

She smiled wickedly.

Sit on the toilet,' she told him.

He sat. He had come only a couple of minutes before, but his prick was fully erect again.

She looked at it and smiled with pleasure.

'Do you know what I'm going to do?

'Yes.'

'I'm going to give you a golden shower. Have you ever had a golden shower?'

'No'

'Do you want a golden shower? As she asked this question, she raised her leg and placed her foot on the toilet seat beside his thigh, and with her fingertips she spread her cunt lips. Before he could answer, she said, 'it doesn't matter whether you want it or not, you're fuckin' having it.'

She was in complete control of him now. He would submit to whatever she was going to do and she knew he would.

'Good boy. I can see you want it.'

He gazed at her open cunt, waiting, mesmerised.

A short spurt and then another and then a steady stream of golden piss shot from her pussy. Her aim was perfect. The jet of warm golden piss hit his cock, softly pummelling it. As he cried out with pleasure, he heard her give a loud yelp of approval. She continued to piss on his cock for a minute or so and then stopped, still in mid flow.

'Your turn,' she told him.

They changed places. He aimed his cock at her tits and started to piss. He watched his piss hitting her skin, Her hands came up to rub her tits as he pissed on them. The she leaned forward and took his cock between thumb and fingers and aimed it a her mouth. He watched, scarcely able to believe his eyes; she looked up at him as his piss shot into her mouth. She gulped down what she could and the rest spilled from her mouth and, cascading over her chin gushed onto her tits.

Before he had finished, she squeezed his cock expertly between finger and thumb to stem the flow.

'Let's not use it all at once.'

'I'm sure we both have plenty,' he replied.

She grinned.

'Now you drink mine.'

He sat on the tiles in front of her. He looked up at her and opened his mouth. He yearned to taste her golden juice.

'Drink my piss,' she ordered as her flow began again.

He felt the warm liquid in his mouth before he tasted it. It was tangy and a little sweet and its temperature was pleasing on his tongue. He had never felt such a sense of submission. He had discovered his highest erotic pleasure at last. The taste of a woman's golden piss as it flowed into his mouth. He felt as if he had known it all along and was finally meeting himself. He understood; he loved a woman's bodily fluids and secretions; all of them, cunt juice, spit, piss. He wanted to consume them all.

He was lost entirely in an erotic trance, as she watched her golden rain flow into her slave's mouth, for that is what he was in that moment; her property to do with as he desired. She was delighted with him.

'That is what I love doing most, she said, 'pissing on my lovers and watching them drink me.'

'Fantastic,' he said.

'Your first time?'

'Yes.'

'For a piss virgin, you were very good. Drinking my piss without complaint. Good boy.'

'I wanted to.'

'I know.'

She sat down on the toilet and opened her legs. She leaned back and leaned against the cistern and spread her pussy wide open. He thought she was going to piss a fountain. Her fingers were inside her pussy and she was holding herself as wide open as she could. Then she told him what to do.

'Stand in front of me. Now squat down a bit. Aim your cock at my pussy. Get a bit closer.'

When the head of his cock was about six inches from her gaping cunt, she told him, 'piss into my cunt and then fuck me.'

He did as she asked. He watched his piss shoot from the tip of his cock. His jet reached her pussy and went in. She cried out as the warm piss hit her pussy walls. 'fucking hell, yes, fill me up with your hot fucking piss.'

The moment his flow stopped, she barked, 'fuck me, fuck me now.'

His cock was all the way up her in a second. He fucked her wildly and they both came within a minute. Their orgasms came simultaneously and they were intense.

They rested. She sat still on the toilet and he sat on the edge of the bath.

'Get two more beers,' she said.

They were thirsty and drank them quickly.

He sat on the floor again and positioned herself in front of her. Her pussy was close enough for him to smell it, fetid and sweaty with use.

He opened his mouth and again felt her piss streaming into his tongue. Again, he savoured its tangy flavour and swallowed it down. Now, the heat of the first time was gone and he felt a warm glow about them and the experience felt sensuous and intimate. And he felt as if they were inside each other. When she finished, they changed places.

She sucked his cock at first and stopped to tell him to start pissing when he was ready. When his piss began to flow, she pulled back and his pissing cock slipped from her mouth. He directed his flow onto her tongue. She looked up at him and their eyes met and she drank down his piss and he felt sure that she was feeling the same as he had felt when he was drinking hers.

They were about to step into the shower to wash after their perverse exploits, but she stopped and was about to speak, then seemed to hesitate and then she asked him, 'would you like to watch me shitting?'

He had not expected it, but the moment she said it, it seemed natural and so he said, 'yes.'

She smiled and said. 'good, I haven't done this for a long time.'

She squatted on the toilet seat and leaned back again against the cistern. She opened her legs and pushed herself as far forward as she could, to make her arse visible to him. He sat down on the tiles to watch. his face was no more than eight inches from her anus.

He waited. It seemed an age passed. As he waited, he wondered how he would feel when it came. Disgust, lust, intimacy, perhaps nothing at all. He watched as her sphincter puckered outwards as she pushed. He saw it begin to open and the dark brown head of her turd emerged. It snaked out an inch and then another, rich chocolate brown in colour, firm and thick. It stretched her sphincter and pushed it further outwards. His cock twitched fiercely at the sight of it, as it slipped out. It stopped, She held it. She sighed with pleasure.

'Can you see it?' she asked.

'Yes,; he softly gasped.

'Do you like it?'

'It's beautiful,' he said without thinking first, and as he said it, he saw that it was, in that moment of supreme intimacy.

She relaxed and let it go. Her turd oozed slowly from her arse. It kept coming. When it was almost entirely out, hanging on, with its tip still in her sphincter, it was clearly eight inches long. It hung for a moment and he felt the urge to reach for it and take it in his hand, but it fell before he could. They both looked at it. Before the moment could end and its erotic magic be lost, she reached down and picked it up. He watched her in disbelief as she licked its tip and then placed it between her breasts. She pushed them together with her arms and let her turd rest there. She tilted her head forward and licked it again, her eyes gazing at him as she licked. Then, she began to smear it over her breasts. Without thinking what he was doing, he took his cock in his fist and began to wank. He watched and wanked until she stopped, her breasts smeared with her shit. He had never known such intimacy. He felt that he had been shown something forbidden and he had never felt so close to a woman before. She has shared her darkest secret with him. She invited him to step into the shower with her.

'Wash me,' she said.