Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2005 20:57:48 +0100
From: Richard Long <richard.long.uk@gmail.com>
Subject: My Night Out Drinking

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This is one of my older stories. I hope that you will like it.


My Night Out Drinking
By Richard Long (Richard.Long.UK@gmail.com)


I stepped through the doors and slowly looked around ... looking for my
friends who I was supposed to be meeting. The air in the bar, if that is
what you could call the place, was thick with stale cheap smoke. I took
another step inside and was hit with the loud music, and louder people --
yes, just my kind of place.

I headed straight for the bar, and ordered my usual, Jack and Coke. Turning
around and surveying the crowd I smile, yes this is going be a good night
for hunting. My body remains still as my eyes move from face to face,
catching them all staring at me --who wouldn't stare at me -- I'm
gorgeous and I'm dressed to kill. With long brown hair, deep blue eyes, and
boobs and a body that any porn star would pay thousands for, I'm any guys
dream babe.

I straighten up, lock eyes on my first kill for the evening when a hand
lands on my shoulder and anchors me to my bar-stool. The hand is powerful,
more powerful than any grip I've felt before. I turn to face the hand and
see what can only be described as a Goddess standing next to me. She looks
down at me from above and motions for me to stand up.

I am powerless to disobey -- her eyes are dark, almost black and are full
of power. Her hand never leaves my shoulder and I am slowly lead through
the crowd to the toilets. I try to turn around but the Hand hold me in
place, I am her prisoner, her prey.

I hear my name being called, it is the voice of my friends, my friends
which I was supposed to be meeting, but I don't dare turn to look, I just
keep on walking where the Hand leads me. I walk knowing that I belong to
her.


I am led into the women's toilets and I am quickly relieved to see that is
it empty, just me and the Hand. The Hand lets go of my shoulder and I turn
to face her. I look up at her face and it is beautiful, powerful. She peers
down at me as a child would look at a new pet and with an eerie grin on her
face, and with shake of her head motions me into the first cubicle.

I slowly walk in, unsure of where this is leading and once again turn to
face her -- looking up at her expectantly, waiting for my next order. She
tells me to sit, which I do. No, she says, lift the lid, lift your skirt so
it is around your waist and sit. It takes me a few seconds to register the
command, but once I have pieced it all together, I turn and lift the toilet
seat, which luckily seems quite clean, hike up my short denim skirt, and
facing her once again sit down on the toilet.

A large grin spreads across her face -- I follow her eyes, and realize
that she is looking at my panties. I follow her gaze and gasp out loud when
I see what she is seeing. My thin white lacy g-string is soaked through. My
pussy is flowing freely, making my panties see-through and my thighs
glisten with juice. I quickly close my legs, and blushing face the wall.

Seconds of silence follow. I am too embarrassed to face her -- to face the
Woman who has made my body cry for her touch, made my body flow. Eventually
I calm myself down, the blushing subsides and again I look at her. She has
not moved a muscle; he eyes are still gazing at my wet panties.

Without looking up she orders me to open my legs. I start to protest but
her hand shoots up, stopping me before I have even truly started. Again she
orders me to open my legs, he voice sterner this time, more commanding. I
do what I believe any girl would do in that situation, I obey.

Now Pee!

WHAT?!

The words escape my mouth before I can stop them, and now they are out. I
look up, her eyes are on mine. I told you to pee -- obey me now, or I walk
out of here right now and you will never see me again ... ever. My eyelids
lower and I look down at my lap. I slowly close my eyes, contract the
muscles over my bladder and start to pee.

It starts slowly at first, my pee slowly dripping through the fine white
material, but within a few seconds it is flowing freely, through my
panties, over my thighs, down my legs. It is the most humiliating
experience of my life, and the most fulfilling.

When my bladder finally empties, and the flowing stops, I open up my eyes,
and with pride look up to meet her stare. She is smiling now and this makes
me smile too. You are a good girl she says, now stand up and take off your
panties for me. I stand, and bending over, slowly slide down my panties,
not quite white any longer, and soaking wet.

I straighten up, my dripping panties in my hand. I look at them like a
naughty schoolgirl being caught by the teacher while passing a letter to
her friend. Let me smell them she says, Hold them to my nose. I raise my
hand to meet her nose, she takes a deep smell, then pulls away. Now you
smell them she says. I bring my hand to my face, and holding my pee-stained
panties to my nose, I inhale deeply. I am surprised that the smell is good
-- really good.

Sit I hear her say, and realize that I have been standing there with my
eyes closed sniffing my panties. My eyes open, I step back and sit back
down on the toilet. The seat feels cold against my thighs. I sit and wait,
wondering what will happen next.

She walks into the cubicle, and straddles me while I sit on the toilet, she
leans down and kisses me. It is like no kiss I have ever experienced
before, such power, such passion. The kiss ends and my eyes open she stands
up and puts out her hand, requesting my panties. I pass them to her and she
crumples then into a ball.

She steps up to me again and slowly runs her hand over my face, I shiver
and my pussy begins to leak again. Her fingers run through my hair, and
then PAIN.

She grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back. My eyes open wide and I
shriek. But before any sound can escape my mouth, the gap is blocked and my
hair is released. I hands fly to my mouth to try and unblock it, but my
hands are caught in her tight grasp. She looks into my wide frightened eyes
and talks to me, gently, soothingly. Breath my lil slut she says, slowly
and deeply through your nose, breath and all will be fine.

I nod my head, and slow down my breathing, taking long deep breaths through
my nose. My heart slows down and I look up at her again. She releases my
hands and tells me to put them behind my back, I listen, I do not have an
option any more. I sit there, naked from the waist down with my pee-soaked
panties in my mouth, the pee slowly dripping down the back of my throat.

She stands in front of me and slowly raises her skirt, I look in horror as
she bares her pussy, it is in line with my face, clean shaved and
pantyless. I look up at her, she looks down at me. You have been a good
girl she says, and for that I will reward you.

And then it hits me. Warm liquid squirts into my face, I gasp and turn my
face, but it down not help, her pee is all over me. In my hair, my mouth,
my eyes. It runs down my neck, over my breasts and over my wet pussy.

I close my eyes, and concentrate on breathing slowly through my nose. It is
all I can do to keep from crying. The pee stops, but I dare not open my
eyes. I concentrate on my breathing, and after a few minutes I feel in
control of my lungs again. I open my eyes, look up and she is gone. The
cubicle door is closed and I am all alone.

I take a deep breath and nearly suck my panties down my throat. I taste her
pee, my pee, my juices.... I gag and pull them out. Where is she ... how
can she leave me here, alone like this. I look at myself. God, how can I go
out like this, I am covered in pee, I am wet and I smell.

I slowly open the cubicle door and peer out ... No, she is not here, she
has left. Tears fill my eyes, and pulling down my skirt I run out of the
bathroom through the bar and into the night. I stop in the car lot. Where
is she, where is my Goddess? How can she have left me? Did I do something
wrong?

I slowly walk to my car, sucking her urine out of my hair as I walk,
savoring every last moment I can spend with her. I get to my car, open the
door and drive home. Never to see my Goddess again.