My Dream

My Dream

I had been sent on an errand with very specific instructions. She wanted me to go to the grocery store and buy the Sunday paper, bring it out the car, and then return to the store to make another purchase. I was to buy a jar of Vasoline and the largest cucumber that I could find. She then wanted me get her an order of curly fries from Checker's and a large chocolate frostie from Wendy's, which fortunately for me was located close by. I returned home quickly so the fries wouldn't be cold. It started to rain. I ran from the car to the house clutching all the purchases trying to keep them from getting wet, but it was pouring down and was getting soaked. I was worrying that all of her stuff was ruined when I heard a shout from above me. "What are you doing still asleep?" I wondered why it was raining in the house and opened my bleary eyes to see Michelle straddled over me, naked and pissing. "Wake up", she said, as she continued peeing right in my face. I opened my mouth to ask her what was going on and it went right in. I gagged at the bitter taste after swallowing a little. Michelle continued urinating on me till my entire body was drenched.

I looked up at her. She was magnificent in her domination. Long brown hair hanging down to her small, pert breasts. They were small, but perfectly proportioned. The aureola were about the size of half dollars, while the nipples stood more than a half inch. Her waist was small and her hips flared out to accommodate her soft, luscious ass.

"That's what you get for oversleeping when you have chores to do. I want you to clean my pussy." As I got to my knees and steadied myself against her legs, she said,"Don't touch! Did I give you permission to touch me? Just use your mouth. I don't want your pissy hands on me." She spread her legs and hovered over me as I carefully licked the beads of urine from her pubic hair. I licked up and down her beautiful slit until every trace of piss had been removed.

She stood and told me that after I had cleaned the mess there was a list of chores on the dining room table. "I want these done before I get back. I don't want you to take a shower until I tell you to." Michelle got dressed and as she was leaving said, "You're lucky to serve me." I kept my head down and continued mopping the floor. "You smell like a toilet," said my Goddess. She went shopping.

I had finished all of my chores by the time she had returned and was resting on my cot. She entered the room and I immediately bowed before her. She asked if I had enjoyed performing my chores covered in her urine. I replied that I had grown accustomed to the smell after awhile and that if that was what she wanted, then that is way it would have to be. Michelle smiled at me and told me to stand. I stood and kept my eyes to the floor. "You realize that no Man would ever let himself be treated the way I treated you today, don't you? You just let me piss all over you and in your mouth. Why do you suppose you didn't try to stop me?" "Don't bother answering. There's the reason why." She pointed at my little hard on, standing out at it's full length of 5 skinny inches. "It turns you on to be humiliated and bossed around by your wife." "Yes dear, I replied. "It turns me on that you control every aspect of my life. I will do anything that you require of me. I hang at your every word. I have been aroused all day. Every time I smell myself and know that it is your essence, I want to touch myself." She laughed at my devotional and said, "Perhaps later. Go get cleaned up."

Later that evening I told her of my dream. She loved the whole idea and definitely saw some shopping in my future. Michelle spread her legs and played with her pubic hair. "It's getting a little shaggy don't you think?" I made no reply as it was more of a rhetorical question. I thought it was beautiful. Her mound was dark brunette and just a little overgrown. The lips of her pussy were a reddish pink, while her clit was visibly excited. The horny little nub stood out, waiting to be attended to. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head to her cunt. Michelle jammed my face into her crotch and humped at it like a cowboy at a rodeo. Her clit rubbed at my nose as her wet pussy hole slid on my mouth. I stuck my tongue as far up her love chute as I could. She was sopping wet as she rode me. Michelle had a hold on my head and rocked back and forth, gasping in short breaths. She squealed in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. I looked up at her as my nose was still jammed against her pleasure nob. Her breasts swayed seductively, the nipples hard as granite. She leaned away, arching her back and grabbed both nipples and twisted them ferociously as she came again. Michelle grunted and her cheeks flushed bright pink, eyes squinted shut. She was lost in a world of pleasure. Suddenly she opened her eyes and renewed her grinding motions. "You piece of crap. Fucking lowlife toilet. Fuck! You pathetic little nothing. Dickless wonder." She kept screaming insults at me as she came. "Do you like knowing that I have to fuck other men, because you aren't able to satisfy me? How does it feel knowing that you'll never fuck me again? That the only pleasure you're going to get is from your own hand." "You are nothing without me!" "Nothing!", she screamed each time as she jammed her pussy harder into my face. Finally the waves of ecstasy ebbed and she released my head and fell back onto the bed. She fell asleep as I massaged her. I then rested my face against her soft ass and fell asleep as well.

I don't think this is what MLK had in mind. Me, I just say why ?

Why what?

Great story, well written and very descriptive.....