DOM SIR part 3

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Author: Belle Dimond

“Yes SIR,” I said, and turned over and did as instructed.

He pulled the crotch of my panties aside and began fingering me really good. I was so horny that I was on the verge of cumming. Then he stopped.

I moaned in frustration as he moved his fingers around my hole, not entering, not fingering, just frustrating. Then he began his oral assault.

“No, please SIR, that is too intense when I have to pee!”

He wouldn’t stop though, and I felt my bladder jostling as he attacked me orally, his tongue flicking maddeningly over my clit. He put 2 and then 3 fingers in my hole, pressing against my bladder with a constant pressure.

I didn’t think I could cum when I had to pee so bad, but he would not stop. I was going insane with the sensation and felt my first orgasm build to an incredible height before I came, bucking and screaming.

“Oh stop, SIR, pleeeeease stop! It’s too sensitive,” I begged. But he would not stop. “Pleeeeease….” and soon I was on my way to another orgasm. He has started pushing then pulling back and pushing again against my bladder in a slow, steady rhythm, while he continued to eat me mercilessly.

“Oh god oh god oh GOD!!” I screamed, as I came again. “Pleeease stop, now, PLEASE SIR!” I begged, nearly screeching, but he would not stop. I did not think I could come again, and it did take a little while, but it built and overtook the need to pee on more time. I screamed in pure frustrated confusion as I came – feeling the release of the orgasm but the intense need to pee. It was overwhelming.

Finally he stopped. He moved back away from me and said, “What do you think?”

All I could say was, “Oh my god.” I was pressing my legs together, trying to keep the pee from creeping out and he said, “Oh no, none of that.”

He held my legs apart and I writhed a little, trying to keep my dignity, when finally it just came pouring out of me in buckets. All over my brand new underwear and the bed; the relief and the shame washing over me simultaneously as he watched me soil myself.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him and he said, “very good.”

I knew the game was over and asked if I could go wash up. He said, “Sure, but I want those.”

“Oh yeah,” I said, as I remembered that was part of the deal.

I gave him my soiled undies to keep and cleaned up and we went our separate ways.

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