BF Watches Piss Play with Elder

I pressed my ass hard into the older gentleman's lap. I spend a lot of time at this Irish pub because my boyfriend is a bouncer there. We have an open relationship you might say. He gets off on watching me flirt with other men. We're a fairly kinky couple, we enjoyed and trusted each other, exploring new kinks and each other. Jon, my boyfriend, was the one who pointed this older man out. He looked about 70, tall, still fit, but his skin was wrinkled like the Sahara and he always wore a veterans hat. He came to the bar every day, sat at a table no larger than two feet across with one chair at it. It was between where the bartenders exit their stations and where the stairwell for the second floor began.

Jon told me that he noticed this old man would watch me, as I walk up the stairs, because from that vantage point you could always see up my skirt. I noticed that he often will sit there, and drink his drinks before the DJ comes in, and would have his fill, go to the bathroom, and leave. Like clockwork, he came every weekend.

This particular weekend, I wore an extra saucy outfit, a short black skirt, with no panties. My platform black boots, a garter holding my well loved fishnet stocking into place, and a red corset that matched my red lipstick. My milky skin adorned in pheromone parfume, and my green eyes covered in sharp lines of black and purple. My red hair I let loose, my beach eves cascading down to my ass in layers.

I wait for the perfect moment and walk up the stairs, slowly, standing at the perfect height for Sir to see my goods, changing positions as I stood there, pretending to be distracted by my phone. I turned and looked at the man, he had seen. The evidence on display in his army green trousers. I acted like I didn't notice and pranced upstairs. I ordered the man a drink, told the bartender to say thanks for his service. I watch as his drink is delivered, and he looks around before going back to his beer. I wait until he is nearly finished, the DJ is setting up and I can see him beginning to squirm.

I dance down the stairs as he stands up, and I walk in front of him and pretend to stumble into the wall. My ass grinding against him. Surprisingly, he doesn't push me away, he stands there, leaning against the wall, and moans. I glance up, looking at him through long eyelashes. He slowly makes eye contact and mouthes, "oh shit."

I can feel it before I register what's happening. I can feel his dick warming in the small of my back. I realize it's not the kind of warmth you feel from someone's flesh against you. It's the kind of warmth you feel at the spa when they put the warm towels across your skin. The feeling of damp, hot fabric. I face forward and stretch against him. Feeling a spurt of liquid pooling between his dick and the curve of my ass that is pressing hard against him. I place my hand on his thigh, and squeeze. Hoping to let him know it's ok. He moans again, and I press harder, leaning further into him.

I can feel his piss running a steady stream between my ass cheeks. It's running down the side of my leg and pooling in my boot. I sway my hips to the other side hoping to stear the flow into my other boot. I liked the way it felt collecting in my boot. It was warm and my toes could splash. I look up at him, mouthing the words, "please, more."

His chest releases and he exhails, releasing a stream of piss that is now splattering between us. I push into him, rubbing my ass into his crotch, soaking up as much as I could with my backside. I bend forward and touch my toes and release my stream alongside the old man, our piss flowing from my boots to the floor. I can feel it spraying against the old man's pants and getting everywhere.

At that point Jon walks by, pretending not to notice that his girlfriend is grinding on an old man while a piss runs out of my boots and onto the floor. I could see the surprise in his eyes though because piss play wasn't something he knew I was interested in. Yet. Now he has an idea. I can see it turning him on, as he stands within my vision pretending to chat it up with the DJ. He's standing in his booth watching us with a full frontal view. It turns me on knowing he has front row tickets to the show.

I begin rubbing my ass along the old man's length, feeling him stiff and hard against the wet of our fabrics. I turn and whisper if he would like to go down to the dock behind the bar, and he nodded. I left an extra tip on the table. I took the old man's hand and said, "I'm Maddie by the way!"

"Leon, ma'am." He replied. I walked him out, holding his hand. As we passed the DJ booth I winked at Jon. He knew to start taking IDs out back soon was a good idea.

I led Leon to a shady corner with a bench near the dock, the only direct view was where Jon would be standing. Although the idea of someone catching me was a turn on. Leon sat down and I started to unbutton his fly. His dick came loose but it wasn't anything to write home about. Jon would like that. He likes knowing he is larger than anyone else whom I fuck. His dick smells like beer piss and salt. I put my lips on it, it is tangy. It turns me on. I ask if he has any piss left?

A small stream bursts straight up, cascading back into his pants. I drop to my knees, pointing his dick into my mouth. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to spray it on my chest, feel it pool in my bra. I wanted to ride home smelling like disaster and accidents. His stream ended, and I thrust his dick deep into my mouth, taking him in deep as he gasped. "Oh Lord," he moaned in a deep voice.

He grabbed my hair like a knot around his hand, but he didn't pull. He just held me like a bitch on a leash. It turned me on. It felt degrading and possessive without much effort.

I asked if I could sit on his lap. I didn't need to move my skirt, it was shirt enough that when I say down his dick slipped right into my wet pussy. He moaned loudly. His ferral sounds turning me on. I start to roll my hips against his lap, soon his hand is wrapping around me and teasing my clit. I begin to pee, a stream splashing against Leon's hand. I hump him faster, trying to grind his dick further into me, he's hitting the g spot so nice and I cum for him. Moaning and pressing hard against his cock, my ecstasy filling the silence of the night.

Shortly he grunts and I can feel him coming inside me. I ride every last drop out of his old man cock, his droopy balls swinging in the night air. I get off of him,61saying thank you, and walk back into the bar, my boots sloshing piss as I walk. Cum drips down my legs, smearing in my fishnets. Instead of walking back in, I walk around the side of the cement stairwell leading to the bar. There's a bush that hides a four foot gap between the wall and steps, and people usually just toss their garbage over the edge.

Jon watches me. I tell him to piss on me from over the edge. He gladly complies and pulls out his cock, spraying the corner of his pants, as if he was holding it for a long time, and was ready. I feel it splash on me from high up. I bathe in the warmth. I can't wait for Jon to take me home tonight.