Piss All Over Me

The suite smelled like expensive soap and the last of the champagne they had not finished. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the city, but the curtains were drawn, and the only light came from the lamps by the king bed and the open door of the marble bathroom. Estelle sat on the edge of the mattress in a silk robe the color of wet sand, twenty-eight, barefoot, her dark hair still damp from the shower she had taken alone an hour ago. Delphine stood at the minibar in nothing but black panties and a hotel robe left open, thirty-one, pouring water she did not drink. They had spent the whole weekend flirting in public and touching under tables, and now the men were on their way up.

Pablo knocked once and came in without waiting, twenty-nine, jacket already off, the collar of his shirt open. Bruno followed, thirty-four, broader through the shoulders, rolling his sleeves as if he already knew the night would get messy. They had all said yes downstairs. No one in the elevator had been shy about it. Estelle looked at the three of them and felt her cunt tighten before anyone touched her.

"Say it again," Delphine said, voice low. "Out loud. So they hear the whole thing."

Estelle did not look away from Pablo's mouth or Bruno's hands. "I want you to piss all over me. All of you. On my face. In my mouth. Down my tits. I want to kneel in it and get fucked while I'm soaked. That's what I came here for."

Bruno exhaled through his nose, a short sound that was almost a laugh and almost a groan. Pablo's pants had already gone tight across the front. He adjusted himself without pretending it was anything else.

"Watersports," Delphine said, calm as if she were ordering room service. "We've all done it. Estelle wants to be the one on the floor. I want to watch her drink it and then sit on her face while you two mark her. If anyone's backing out, say it now."

"Not backing out," Pablo said. His voice had gone rough. "I've been hard since she said it at dinner."

Bruno nodded once. "Same. You want it filthy, we can do filthy. You say stop, we stop. Otherwise we use you."

"I won't say stop," Estelle said. Heat crawled up her throat. She could already picture the marble, the drain, the weight of hot streams hitting her skin. "I want to be your piss slut tonight. All three of you. Don't be gentle about the words either."

Delphine crossed the room and stood behind her, one hand sliding into the open robe to cup a breast. Her thumb found the nipple and rolled it until Estelle's breath hitched. "Listen to her," she murmured against Estelle's ear, loud enough for the men. "Our pretty little whore wants to be drenched. Look at them. They're already straining for it."

Pablo undid his belt. Bruno kicked his shoes off and started on his shirt. The air in the suite changed, thicker, the kind of quiet that comes right before someone gets used. Estelle's thighs pressed together and did nothing to ease the ache. She wanted the first hot splash on her tongue more than she wanted another drink, more than she wanted the bed. She wanted to be ruined in the shower and still begging for more.

Delphine's palm stayed on Estelle's breast, squeezing, thumb circling the stiff nipple while her other hand pushed the robe off Estelle's shoulders. The silk pooled at her waist. Estelle's tits were bare in the lamplight, flushed, the skin already tight. Delphine leaned in and spoke against her neck, filthy and slow.

"You're going to kneel with your mouth open like a drain. You're going to thank them when they piss on your tongue. And when they're empty, you're going to spread that cunt and take both of them while I grind on your face. Say you want it."

"I want it," Estelle said. Her voice cracked on the last word. She slid off the bed onto the carpet, robe falling the rest of the way, and crawled the short distance until she was between the two men. She looked up, naked, nipples hard, thighs wet. "Please. Use me. I'm your piss slut. I want it all over me. Don't hold back. I want to taste it. I want it in my hair. I want you to fuck me after I'm covered."

Pablo had his pants open. His cock was thick, already dark at the head, and he wrapped a fist around it and stroked once, slow, watching her mouth. Bruno shoved his boxers down and stood with his heavier cock in his hand, stroking from base to tip, a shine of precome at the slit. Neither of them looked away from her kneeling there.

"Fuck," Pablo muttered. "Look at her. Begging for it on her knees."

Delphine had one hand between her own legs now, panties pushed aside, two fingers working her clit in tight circles while she watched. Her breathing had gone uneven. "She's dripping just from asking. I can smell her from here. Get those cocks ready. She's not getting a drop until we're in the shower and she's where she belongs."

Estelle reached up and rested her palms on their thighs, not stroking yet, just feeling the heat of them, the way their hips shifted into their own fists. "Please piss on me. Please fuck my mouth with it. I'll swallow what I can and wear the rest. I'll be so good for you. I'll be your filthy little toilet if that's what you want."

Bruno's stroke got tighter. "Bathroom. Now. Before I come just from hearing that."

They moved together, no more talking about whether, only about how. Delphine stripped her panties off on the way and left them on the carpet. The marble bathroom was huge, the walk-in shower a glass box with a rain head and a wide bench and a floor that sloped to a center drain. Estelle stepped in naked and dropped to her knees on the cool stone, facing them, mouth already open, hands on her thighs so her tits were pushed forward. She was shaking, not from cold. Her cunt was slick enough that she could feel it when she shifted her knees apart.

Pablo and Bruno stepped in after her, cocks in hand, standing over her so she had to tip her head back to see their faces. Delphine came in last and shut the glass door. The four of them filled the stall. No water running yet. Just breath and the sound of fists on skin.

"Open wider," Pablo said.

Estelle did. She stuck her tongue out. "Piss all over me. Please. Right now."

Pablo let go of his cock, aimed, and the first stream hit her forehead, hot, startling, then slid down over her closed eye and onto her cheek. He adjusted and the next pulse struck her open mouth. Salty, sharp, thick with the heat of his body. Estelle moaned around it and did not close her lips. She swallowed what landed on her tongue and let the rest spill down her chin onto her tits. Bruno started a second later, a heavier stream that crossed Pablo's and soaked her chest, running in sheets over her nipples, dripping from the undersides of her breasts onto her stomach and the marble between her knees.

"That's it," Delphine said, voice wrecked. "Look at our piss whore. Drinking it. Wearing it. Don't you dare wipe your face."

Estelle didn't. She tilted her head so Bruno's stream caught her other cheek and then her mouth again. She gulped, coughed once, laughed, and opened wider. Piss ran into her hair, matted strands to her neck, traced her collarbones, pooled briefly in the hollow of her throat before spilling. The smell was sharp and human and exactly what she had asked for. Her cunt clenched on nothing. She reached down and rubbed her clit with two wet fingers, smearing piss and her own slick together, and whimpered.

"More," she said, mouth full, the word slurred. "Don't stop. Cover me."

They did. Pablo pissed across her tits in slow sweeps, watching the streams break on her nipples and run down her ribs. Bruno aimed lower, soaking her stomach, her navel, the neat dark hair above her cunt, then back up to her face when she begged for it again. Estelle caught another mouthful and swallowed on purpose, throat working, eyes wet, not from tears so much as from the heat and the sheer filthy relief of getting exactly what she had named out loud in the suite.

Delphine couldn't stay on the sidelines. She stepped over Estelle's thighs and lowered herself until her cunt hovered an inch from Estelle's piss-wet mouth. "Lick me while they soak you. I want to come on your tongue while you're drowning in it."

Estelle surged up and dragged her tongue through Delphine's folds. Delphine was soaked already, sweet and salty, and Estelle licked her like she was starving, nose pressed to her clit, mouth open so the men's piss still hit her cheeks and chin and ran into the kiss she was giving Delphine's cunt. Delphine ground down, one hand in Estelle's wet hair, the other braced on the marble wall. Pablo and Bruno kept going, streams crossing over Estelle's face and Delphine's thighs, hot spatters landing on Delphine's ass and dripping back onto Estelle's tongue.

"Filthy," Bruno said, voice tight. "Fucking filthy piss-drinking whore. Look at you lapping her while we hose you down."

"She loves it," Pablo said. He was almost empty, the stream thinning, and he shook the last of it onto Estelle's tits. "Swallow. Good girl. No—good little toilet. That's what you are tonight."

Estelle moaned into Delphine's cunt and sucked her clit, two fingers sliding up to push inside her while her tongue worked. Delphine came with a sharp cry, hips jerking, riding Estelle's mouth through it, piss and slick smeared across both of them. When she lifted off, Estelle's face was a mess—Delphine's come, the men's piss, her own spit—and she was smiling, dazed, mouth open for whatever came next.

Bruno was still going, a last hard pulse across her lips. Estelle caught it and swallowed, then licked her lips and looked up at both cocks, which had never gone soft. If anything they were harder, flushed, veins standing out.

"Fuck me," she said. "My cunt's soaked. My ass too if you want it. I'm your piss slut. Use both holes. Tell me what I am while you do it."

Pablo hauled her up by the arms and turned her to face the wall. She braced her hands on the tile, ass out, feet spread on the wet marble. He slid into her cunt in one long push. She was so wet the sound was obscene, a slick give, and she cried out as he bottomed out. Piss still dripped from her tits onto the floor. He fucked her standing, hard, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to slap her clit.

"Tight little piss-soaked cunt," he said against her shoulder. "You begged for this. You drank us and now you're getting fucked like the whore you are."

"Yes—fuck—I'm your whore," Estelle gasped. "Harder. I can take it."

Bruno moved in beside them. Delphine dropped to her knees at Estelle's side and sucked one piss-wet nipple into her mouth, then reached between Estelle's legs to feel where Pablo was splitting her open. "Give me her ass," Bruno said. "I want her full."

Pablo pulled out, cock shining, and Bruno took his place for a moment, pushing into her cunt twice, deep, grunting at the heat, then withdrew and pressed the head of his cock against her ass. Estelle pushed back. She had asked for this. She wanted the stretch. Bruno worked in slow, spit and the mess already on her easing the way, until he was seated and she was shaking, forehead against the tile, mouth open.

"Both," she managed. "I want both. Please."

They shifted. Pablo slid back into her cunt while Bruno stayed in her ass, the two of them standing, crowding her between their bodies, cocks rubbing through the thin wall inside her. The first full thrust from both of them at once punched the air out of her lungs. She came almost immediately, a raw clenching orgasm that made her knees buckle. They held her up and kept fucking her through it, filthy and steady, marble echoing with the wet slap of bodies.

"Listen to that," Delphine said. She had climbed onto the bench so she could grind her cunt against Estelle's shoulder and then, when Estelle turned her head, against her mouth again. "Our filthy piss-drinking whore getting both holes stuffed. You came just from being used. Do it again. Come on their cocks while I use your tongue."

Estelle licked her, messy and eager, and the men found a rhythm—Pablo driving into her cunt, Bruno pulling almost out of her ass and sinking back in. Degrading talk spilled out of all of them, wanted, hot, no one flinching.

"Piss slut," Pablo grunted. "Walk around tomorrow smelling like us."

"She'll beg for it again before breakfast," Bruno said. "Won't you. Say it."

"I'll beg," Estelle sobbed into Delphine's cunt. "I'll beg you to piss all over me again. I'm your toilet. I'm your fuckhole. Don't stop—I'm coming—"

She did, harder the second time, cunt and ass clamping down so tight Bruno swore and lost his pace. Delphine came again on her mouth, grinding, fingers in her hair. Pablo lasted a few more strokes and buried himself in her cunt, coming in thick pulses she felt deep, cursing against her neck. Bruno followed, hips jammed to her ass, spilling inside her while he called her a filthy piss-drinking whore one more time, voice breaking on the last word.

They stayed like that, shaking, until the aftershocks eased. Then Pablo reached back and turned the rain head on, warm water pouring over all four of them. The piss and come and sweat ran toward the drain in pale ribbons. Estelle stood under the spray with her eyes closed, smiling, letting Delphine soap her tits and Bruno rinse her hair while Pablo washed the mess from her thighs with careful hands that still lingered.

"Thank you," Estelle said, voice hoarse and happy and still dirty around the edges. "That was exactly what I asked for. You pissed all over me and fucked me like I was made for it. I loved every second."

"Good," Delphine said, kissing her wet shoulder. "Because we're not done with you."

They dried off enough to walk, towels knotted loose, and collapsed onto the oversized bed in a tangle of damp skin and half-open terry cloth. Pablo stroked Estelle's thigh. Bruno's hand rested heavy on her stomach. Delphine kissed her slow, tasting soap and the ghost of everything else, while Estelle's fingers traced idle lines over Delphine's hip. No one was in a hurry to sleep.

"Morning," Bruno said, already half-hard again against her leg. "Shower's still there. You still want to be the one on the floor?"

Estelle laughed, low and wrecked. "I want you to wake me up by pissing on my tits and then fucking my throat until I swallow. Then Delphine can sit on my face again while Pablo fills my cunt. I want to start the day soaked and used and dripping."

"Deal," Pablo said, and his hand slid between her legs, finding her still swollen, still slick, and she spread for him without being asked.

They kissed and stroked and talked through the details until the towels were on the floor and Estelle was on her back with Delphine's fingers in her cunt and both men's cocks in her hands, working them slow, already planning the second round before the first had fully dried on her skin. She looked up at the three of them, mouth curved, voice filthy and sure.

"Next time don't rinse me so fast," she said, squeezing both cocks, guiding Pablo's head to her lips. "Leave me covered and fuck my piss-soaked holes until I can't walk, and make me drink every drop you piss down my throat like the greedy little whore I am."