Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THURSDAY
I hope you enjoyed your wine tasting session today. So many glorious flavours to choose from – fragrant and distinguished.
Time to turn that on its head.
Tonight will be a tasting of an entirely different variety – other than the shade of the liquids we’ll be using.
Watersports!
We’ll be glugging the piss as readily as we glug the wine. I want to see the enjoyment on your faces as you taste the nectar straight from the source. No grapes required for the brewing.
Served warm, not cold.
There is a ‘bottle’ I’d like to fill, though – and you can help me with that, Josh.
Get prepared for things to get very wet, very slippery, and very very fucking dirty.
Lots of drinking beforehand, as always. We want to make sure the ‘wine’ keeps on flowing.
Proposal duration – until the final piss before bedtime.
Reward – a night out for you in an exclusive club in Cannes. Take your chance to explore the buzz of such a vibrant location.
J osh is still putting today’s wine stock up in the chiller when I read the proposal aloud. Heath couldn’t wait to hand the envelope over to me, dashing through to the bedroom to grab it when we were barely back in through the door.
The proposal makes perfect sense, knowing Heath. Piss play is one of his staples back in London.
I recall the way he watched Josh and I sipping the wine samples at the vineyard, and admiring the tastes, him knowing the whole time that he’d be filling our mouths with an entirely different substance this evening.
I shoot him a dirty look as I grab a glass from the cupboard and fill it to the brim with some icy cold mineral water. I down it in one, and wipe my lips clean.
“Damn, I am seriously parched from today. Such warm weather.”
Josh gives me a smirk over his shoulder, rising to his feet when he’s finished putting the wine away.
“Yeah, I’m with you on that, Ells. I’m absolutely parched myself.”
He downs a glass of water in one right after me, and Heath laughs, getting a glass of his own.
“Glad to hear it. That’s a yes to the proposal then, is it?”
Josh smacks his lips.
“That’s hardly a truth or dare style question, Heath. You know we’re with you every step of the way when it comes to this kind of proposal.”
“Yes, I know that, but I wasn’t joking about bottle filling. I have some ideas to play out.” He pauses, looking my boyfriend right in the eyes. “You know what I’m talking about, Josh.”
There are unspoken words between them. A smile that conveys they are both on the same page yet again.
But I’m not. I have no idea what the fuck they are referring to.
I rest an elbow on the counter. “I’m intrigued. What or whose bottle will you be filling? I don’t get it.”
Heath taps his nose. “You’ll have to wait to find out.”
Josh laughs as he pours another glass of water. “Christ, Heath, your proposals are so vague compared to our other clients. They spell it out to the letter before we agree to them, listing pretty much every fucking detail. You’re the only one who uses the one liners and innuendos with me. And as for Ells, she’ll have no idea what you’re on about.”
He’s not wrong.
“How do you feel about that, Ella?” Heath asks me. “Does it bother you? Would you rather I spell it out word for word? I’m sure other clients do that for you.”
I wink at him. “Yeah, they do, but you don’t need to bother. What can I say? You’re a one off.”
Heath is smiling as he tugs his cap off and lets his hair fall free.
“I’m a special client, am I?”
“Very.”
He takes a glug of water from his glass, then tips his head to the side. Now his glasses are off, the full beauty of his stunning, bright blue eyes gives me a slam of butterflies.
“Tell me. Would you go along to another client proposal unless they spelled out exactly what bottle they were thinking of? Exactly what the hell they were going to make you do for them?”
I answer honestly.
“Depends on the price. And the client. Their reputation.” I pause, then smile. “And how I was feeling when the proposal came through.”
“What if the price was nothing more than a club visit out in Cannes? Quite a pathetic payout compared to the big spenders, I’m sure.”
I give him a wave of my hand. “The payout means absolutely nothing when it comes to you, Heath. I’d do it for free.”
Josh pauses with his glass halfway to his mouth, and I feel his stare burning. My own cheeks burn up, and my heart thumps, because I’ve overstepped the line here. That kind of sentiment should never be spoken aloud. Clients should never be offered services for free. Not ever. That’s breaking the code of conduct. And sure, we are staying in Heath Mason’s villa for a token fee, not a huge one, but he is still a client and he is still ‘rewarding’ us on top for our services. We are still his curvas.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” I say, hating how awkward the words feel in my mouth. “Sorry, that’s totally unprofessional.”
Heath shrugs. “There are plenty of things that shouldn’t have been said on this trip. I’m not counting. And I’m not going to hold you to it. I’m happy to keep paying for your services. The Agency will have nothing to complain about.”
Urgh, I really have goofed up here. Something feels weird. Like splashing around in unfamiliar waters – a tangle of work and emotions that I don’t know how the fuck to navigate.
No, the Agency won’t have anything to complain about officially when it comes to Heath being a client, I know that. But this isn’t about the Agency… it’s about him. The niggling feeling that I don’t want Heath to be paying for what should rightfully be his for free. Josh and I both want to be here, I’m just telling the truth. We’d happily be doing these ‘proposals’ for no fee at all, and if things were different maybe we’d even be dishing out proposals of our own right back at him.
Now that’s something I’d like to see.
Josh’s ‘proposals’ to Heath, giving the commands on exactly what Heath would be expected to perform for the evening, and watching Heath stew excitedly as he awaited his servitude. His desire for a five-star rating.
I imagine putting pen to paper for myself. I’d have so many fantasies of my own regarding my boyfriend and my onscreen idol. So many dreams to tap into…
“I mean it,” Heath says, his words cutting through my thoughts and dragging me out of dream world. “The Agency will have no gripe whatsoever, Ella. There is no need to be concerned.”
“I’m not concerned.” I smile as I reach over and take his hand across the counter, giving his fingers a squeeze. I could elaborate so much more on how I feel about things, but it would only stir up a muddy pit of emotions that both Josh and I would get caught up in, and that’s not fair. On either of us.
Or on Heath.
Josh coughs as he steps over and refills his water glass. I know from his grin that he’s going to derail this avenue completely. He’s good with diversions.
“Come on, Ells, be a good curva now and get your bladder filled. Heathy baby is going to get the night of his dreams. We’re here to make sure of it.”
I note how he uses the word curva. The accentuation spot on. I also notice the way Heath’s smile disappears for just a moment. A flash of… something. Rejection? Disappointment? Hurt?
His smile returns in a flash, replaced by a brighter one. Just not so genuine.
“Yes, you are here to make sure of it,” he says. “Want your reward tomorrow? You’re going to have to earn it. It’s quite a club I’ve got in mind for you.”
Fine. Avenue sealed as it should be, so let the games begin.
We barely bother with dinner this evening, since we’re all so keen to get to the action. We have some cheese, biscuits, and another load of grapes, for a laugh. I munch a load down happily, and indulge in a lovely, chilled bottle of my favourite sparkling wine from the day, but there is a parallel at play here. We are necking the water back like there’s no tomorrow.
The sun is only just setting when I cross my legs against the need to go and pee, it’s getting that overpowering. The guys must be feeling the same since they’ve been knocking it back just as much as I have – but they are much more used to this game. Josh has been an entertainer a lot longer than I have. I’m still a relative newbie.
My boyfriend clocks the way my legs are positioned on the lounger. The sparkle of the fading sun on the swimming pool doesn’t help me any. Water…
“You need to piss, don’t you?” he asks me, his tone dark and sultry. He pops another grape into his mouth, munching slowly as I squirm. “What do you want your beautiful curva to do, Heathy baby? She’s running out of composure.” His eyes meet mine. “Admit it, Ells. Tell Heath how much you’re aching to take a piss right now. Does it ache? It aches, doesn’t it?”
His words only make the strain worse.
“You must need to go, too,” I say, but Josh shakes his head. “Not just yet. Practice makes perfect.”
Yeah, just as I thought. These two are pros. I’m still a filthy little novice.
Josh laughs a dirty laugh.
“Lift your skirt up and spread your legs for Heath. Tell him how much you need to piss, and ask him kindly for your next instruction.”
Josh is such a natural when it comes to taking the lead. He’s smirking at Heath, beckoning him closer, so that our client can get an up close look at my predicament. They sit on a lounger together, staring at me as I hitch my cami dress up. I’ve got a pair of lace panties on underneath. Spreading my legs is so hard that I have to clench my muscles like a vice to avoid soaking the panties right through. I’m like a fucking dam set to burst.
“I’ve got an idea for our sweet curva,” Heath says to Josh. “A lovely little party trick to get us started.”
“Please get it started quick,” I groan. “Or I might bust before I get to perform.”
“Nah,” Josh says, and takes my glass of wine from the table, still half full. “You underestimate yourself. Knock that back before you do a thing. Show how willing you are.”
I don’t want a single sip of drink, I want to pee so bad, but I do as I’m told anyway – already heady on a decent few glasses of the decadent wine Heath treated me to.
“Strip,” Heath says as he takes my empty glass from me. “I want you naked before you spill a drop from that sweet cunt of yours.”
I race to do as instructed. I tug my cami dress up and over my head and toss it aside, and unclip my bra to launch that, too. Thank fuck today’s basic disguise outfit makes it easy. My panties are harder to remove, my bladder ready to blow as I wriggle out of them and cast them to the side of the lounger.
“What now?” I ask, crossing my legs again.
I’m not sure what to expect when Heath steps up to the top of the lounger and clicks the backrest up so it’s practically upright. Josh seems to be on the same page, though. He gives an ah in approval and gets up to join our client, taking my ankles as Heath takes my wrists.
Then they manoeuvre me.
They turn me upside down, so my shoulders are where my butt was sitting, my legs hooked over the top of the lounger. And I get it. From this position, I’m going to piss all over myself when I go.
My big tits loll against my chin, and they are going to be nothing short of a chasm, directing the river… right onto my face.
And into my open mouth.
“You can sample yourself first, curva,” Heath says. “Show me how good that wine tastes now it’s flowing out the other end of you. But piss slowly. Gently. Savour every sip.”
I’m not sure I’m going to be able to piss gently, since I need to go so fucking bad. I whimper when Heath spreads my pussy lips, and gives an mmm as he strokes my piss hole.
“Gently, curva,” he says again, and I try.
I take a deep breath before I let myself go, and the first burst of piss shoots free, splashing down onto my stomach.
“Steady,” Heath says. “Like a babbling brook, if you will. Think of your piss hole as a little fountain, flowing to your eager mouth.”
Oh fuck, the filth of his words makes my clit spark. I adore being exposed and treated like such a dirty little slut. One more burst of piss and I do my all to keep the flow steady. It splashes down on my belly, and I use my tits to catch the flow, holding them together so the piss dribbles down a chute of cleavage to the destination.
I catch my own stream of piss with my open mouth as the guys watch me, smiling down from above as Heath keeps my cunt spread.
“Such a gorgeous fucking view,” Heath says, and I gargle my first mouthful. It doesn’t taste anything like wine, but that’s fine by me. I swallow it down and smile a dirty smile up at them regardless.
“Touch me,” I say before I open my mouth for the next stream, and Heath thumbs my clit before sliding two fingers into my pussy. He curves them forward, which only makes my pissing feel more intense. Incredible bastard.
Josh is surprisingly quiet for Josh. He looks between me and Heath with a smile on his face, a voyeur as Heath keeps control of me.
With Heath’s fingers in my pussy the river flows wilder. Piss splashes off my tits and over my face, and I’m soaked in seconds, my piss stinging my eyes as it splashes.
“Go help her,” Heath tells Josh, and my boyfriend appears to the side of me, kneeling down on the tiles to grip my face.
“Keep your mouth open,” he says, and I nod as I do as I’m told.
He lifts my head forward, and supports the back, and it helps. More of the stream lands in my mouth, my tongue lolling and greedy as I splutter.
“Fuck her harder,” Josh tells Heath. “Make her feel it.”
Heath buries two more fingers in my pussy. It makes me ache… deep… and sets the flow loose. Truly loose…
I’m floating free as I fully express myself, spilling a cascade of piss like the fountain Heath wanted. It spurts from above to run like a waterfall down over my tits. A torrent of rapids splashing over rocks to end up in the hungry well of my open mouth.
“Good girl,” Josh says, and laps at my wet cheek. “Fuck, yes, that tastes so good. You’re lucky you get one whole round for yourself.”
I never thought I’d feel lucky to get to drink one whole load of my own piss while it spills all over me, but I do feel lucky. It’s not the taste, it’s the attention. The pride in the filth I feel performing for Heath… and for my filthy boyfriend.
It’s a relief for the true curva side of me to come back to the fore. I’m nothing but a hardcore entertainer again, and Heath is nothing but a client. I do his bidding for my reward, and I’ll take whatever I’m given to serve him.
I piss until there’s nothing left, Heath’s four fingers still buried in my cunt to the knuckles.
“You’re such a dirty mess,” he tells me as I dribble and run dry. “That’s why you’re so high up my list, sweet curva. You’re so good at what you do.”
“Please, sir, come and make me dirtier,” I say, and open my mouth for some more. It’s his piss I want next. I want him like a fresh river, right into my open mouth. But he shakes his head.
“No, no. I have other plans for that, dirty girl. You’ll have to wait.”
“Damn,” I say, and let the guys help spin me back around, so I’m lying back on my piss-soaked lounger, my hair a sopping mess as I relax back into position.
And then I drink more water.
More water and more wine.
The sun goes down, until we’re in twilight, and my hair is still damp when we head back inside.
Both of the guys’ bladders must be set to burst, seriously. I predict we’ll be heading straight for the main bathroom, but Heath clicks his fingers and points down at the kitchen floor.
“Down there, curva. It’s time for me to use the toilet.” I drop to my knees, expecting him to use my mouth, but he shakes his head. “On all fours, please. Ass in the air.”
He drops down on his knees behind me, and oh my fucking God. It’s clear what bottle he was talking of filling up earlier when he spreads my ass cheeks as wide as they can go. I clench and wink my asshole at him.
“Don’t tease. It’s so fucking hard to piss with a hard-on,” he says, and nudges the head of his dick inside my ass. “But I think I’ll manage it just fine.”
Yes, he will. He’s solid and straining.
I adore the sensation of a warm enema, but when it’s an enema of piss from Heath Mason’s barbelled cock, it’s a whole new league. I grunt and groan, begging for more, more, more as his hot piss fills my ass.
“Don’t spill any,” Heath says. “Don’t you dare spill any on the kitchen floor, curva. Or I’ll make you lick it clean.”
I’m tempted to spill some, just so I get the punishment.
“Your turn, Josh,” Heath says when he’s done, and Josh takes his place. A fresh hard cock working its way into my sloshing ass. I’m not sure how much more I can handle inside me, but I’ll take it with everything I’ve got.
“So much to give you,” Josh says as he fills me up with round two. “Good job the bottle can go nice and deep, Ella. So fucking deep and dirty.”
This should be so fucking gross, yet it’s anything but. It gives me tingles upon tingles.
I’m going to have both guys’ piss in my ass, filled to the brim, and it feels so good I can’t resist using my fingers to play with myself.
I’m a human toilet. My ass is a toilet. It’s so fucking sick, it’s beautiful.
“What a good girl, you took it all,” Josh says as he pulls out.
“What next?” I ask Heath, twisting my head to the side to stare up at him.
“What’s next is that you crawl over to the table like a dirty curva, and you keep your pretty ass in the air for when we need to use the bottle again.”
“But I can’t…” I tell him. “I can’t take any more.”
Josh laughs. “Oh, baby, you can. Hardcorers take plenty. It’s time to get practising.”
He knows full well they are the words I need to spur me on.
I crawl over to the table on a mission as Heath grabs more wine. I stay on the floor with my ass in the air while they laugh and drink, saying thank you every time Heath graces me with a glug of wine straight from the bottle.
I’m nervous when it’s time for them to fill me up with round two. I’m so full that it’s already hurting – gravity working its magic to let their piss run deep inside. Josh goes first this time. He leans forward to watch me grimace as he fills me.
“Don’t clench, Ella, just take it. Loosen up, let it all the way in.”
“I can’t…”
“Trust me, baby, you can. And remember, I know how it feels. Oh fuck, how I know how it feels.”
I wonder how many times Josh has been in my position. A human toilet with his ass in the air.
I want to be a good slut for him as well as for Heath. I want my inner slut to reign proud, and show myself in my full glory – a hardcorer to the extreme. Born to top the leaderboard.
So I do loosen up. I do what Josh tells me, and embrace the filthy sensation for the bliss that it is. I take the guys’ piss as deep as it’ll go, and I thank them for using me. I thank them for the sensation of feeling so fucking full. So fucking used. So fucking filthy.
And then, when they give me permission, I crawl with my full sloshing ass clenched tight, all the way to the bathroom. I squat in the shower over the plughole with a smile on my face, like they tell me to – with both men watching as the bottle gets emptied.
Holy fuck, how it streams out of me.
They crouch down low so they can see, and the glee in Heath’s dirty eyes is unparalleled.
Piss play is definitely his thing.
“Do it,” he says. “Let it all out. Push as hard as you can.”
I blank my mind to everything but the sensation as I let loose. Four loads of piss from the depths of my fucking ass, still warm and nurtured from the past few hours.
I’ve never felt anything so revoltingly hot in my life.
Freedom through exposure. Freedom without restraint. Freedom that gives me a smile on my face at the sheer thought of what the guys must be witnessing as my inner bottle flows free.
“Filthy little curva,” Heath says, and crawls forward to kiss me.
I’m lost to the sensations of being a filthy curva. I’m heady and desperate, too wound up for it to end.
“I want more,” I tell him. “Please tell me you have more for me. Please.”
“Oh, we have more, curva. Just like you do.”
He gets up and switches on the hot shower, and I stand to join both men. A tangle of limbs and lips as the remnants of their piss washes down the drain. Such a waste…
At least there’s plenty more to come.
Mouthful after mouthful of wine from every angle, and this time we all savour it – like we did with the beautiful varieties at the vineyard.
I think my favourite tonight is Josh’s actually, but it’s a close call…
Luckily, we have an abundance of wine to give us so much more wine. More and more spilling free as the night goes on, all of us glugging back water along with the alcohol.
So much for Heath’s no spillage on the kitchen floor rule earlier.
It’s my turn to be the voyeur as the guys get caught up together for one particularly explosive spray. They laugh as they stand and hose each other, both of them straining for the highest reach. I’m laughing along with them until it gets serious, and Josh grabs Heath’s piss-wet hair to throw him to the ground. Poor Heath lands hard on the sopping wet floor tiles.
“I’m not wasting any more. Open your filthy fucking mouth and be a curva yourself, baby. Drink my piss and thank me for it,” Josh says.
Oh, fuck, his tone is so fucking strong.
I rub my sopping pussy as Heath scrambles to his knees.
“It’s my proposal, remember?”
Josh smirks a filthy smirk. “Yeah, but we all know this is how you like it. Dish it out all you like, Heath, but you’ll always be a dirty slut yourself, begging for just as much.”
Josh has him nailed. A moan from Heath, and he opens his mouth wide, catching Josh’s spray like it’s the fountain of life. My boyfriend fucks his face as he’s pissing – a sloshing stream spurting from Heath’s lips with every thrust.
I put one of my feet up on the dining table, legs spread as I play and watch. It’s so hot, it gives me butterflies upon butterflies.
I’m almost at the brink when Josh runs out of piss and orders Heath up to his feet.
“My turn,” Josh says. “Give it to me.”
Josh works his mouth up and down Heath’s straining cock as Heath curses, finding it hard to piss. He takes hold of Josh’s head, and braces himself, trying to go… and it works. I flinch at the first burst, so fierce it makes Josh retch.
But not for long.
Josh is a pro, after all.
I watch the guys playing. Pissing and kissing and tumbling onto the floor together in the aftermath.
I feel like a kinky ghost on the sidelines, watching with a smile on my face and my fingers on my clit until Heath clicks his fingers and summons me over.
The floor is like a fucking lake when I get down on my knees and crawl over to them.
“I want to come in the fucking toilet bowl,” Heath tells me, and the sparkle in his filthy eyes is full of sin. “Another round of fill the bottle, only this time, it’ll be with cream and not wine. ”
Both guys take it in turns with my empty asshole – so sensitive after so much use earlier.
“Please…” I groan. “Be brave boys and fuck me both at once. You managed my cunt. Now manage my ass.”
I know they are looking at each other contemplating it.
“Please!” I say again. “Go in sync, stretch me to bursting. I don’t care. It’s ok.”
They answer without words – Josh taking up position on the floor and hoisting me onto him. I loll back and relax, with my head against his shoulder and my back to his clammy chest. There’s a smile on my face as I feel them align themselves – their piss covered dicks thick and fucking hard.
Hard and ready to blow.
Shit, how it fucking hurts when they push in as one. It sears like a bitch, straining so hard I must be tearing. Josh restrains me, hooking his arms under mine as I wriggle.
“Stay fucking still,” he hisses into my ear, and I nod for him.
I stay still like a good curva and take the savage intrusion… just like I wanted it.
I’m a greedy bitch tonight, and I want the first of everything. I want to be the receiver of the cream before the guys get to play. Oh, how I’m desperate to see their hunger.
It’ll be a much thicker river when I push this juicy treat out for them.
I come just thinking about it, sandwiched between the men of my dreams, while my asshole takes their dessert. We’ll all be licking our lips for a taste of it.
Thank fuck there’ll be enough to share.
We’ll definitely be having seconds.