rain down
on me from the hole in the wall.
I could hear Frank laughing on the other
side, his flow finally trailing off and becoming a dribble that just ran down
the wall beneath his cock. I lay on the floor in the little closet, my body
soaked in urine and still trying not to gag from the taste. My eyes were
stinging from some of the piss dribbling down from my hair. I could feel tears
starting to form as I lay there humiliated, the only solace was that they
helped to wash the urine away and lessen the sting.
The door slowly opened and Frank stood
above me. He had taken off his pants completely and stood in the doorway with
his half hard dick still dripping.
"We're not done," he said,
menacingly.
"What the fuck Frank," I said
from the floor. One look up at him, though, and I bit my tongue. He may be
still laughing to himself but his face was still a mask of anger.
"Get yourself into the shower and
wash off. You need to finish what you started here," he pointed down at
his dick, "and I don't want any piss on me. Then you need to clean this
room up."
I scrambled to my feet, anxious to clean
the piss of me and stripped off my sodden clothes as I ran to the shower. I
turned on the water and waiting impatiently for it to heat up. Frank stood at
the doorway watching me, his eyes roaming over my body. I saw his dick
finally rise to full mast.
I stepped into the hot water and let it
pour over me, keeping my mouth closed as the clean water ran through my already
wet hair and pulled the piss down along my face towards the drain. I filled my
hands with shampoo from the little dispenser and scrubbed at my hair and then
did a quick rub down over the rest of my body. The scalding water hurt but was
cleansing, it couldn't be hot enough for this job.
When I was finally as clean as I thought I
could get, I turned off the water and stood dripping. I had not brought a
towel and my clothes were filthy so I had nothing to dry myself with. Frank
still stood at the doorway watching me, his fat hand lazily rubbing his cock
and keeping himself erect.
I gave myself a little shake to not only
get the excess water off but to also cast off the last feelings of disgust.
Just looking at his dick made me want to vomit now. I wasn't sure I could go
back to sucking him off. Luckily he solved that problem for me.
"You haven't brushed your
teeth," he said. "I don't want your piss mouth on my dick."
"I don't have a toothbrush up
here," I said, shrugging my shoulders. I hoped that meant we were done.
Frank looked at me and tilted his head as
he thought, his meaty hand still rubbing his small, hard cock. He then smiled
again, the same sneering smile that I had seen before being pissed on.
Frank walked forward into the shower
area. "Get on your knees," he commanded. I didn't know if he had
reconsidered the blow job so I mentally steeled myself to just do what I needed
to do as I dropped down.
He held out his hand so I lifted up my own
and he took it and placed it over his cock. He then spun around, keeping my
hand firmly on his cock while his huge fat ass now loomed in front of me.
Thick black hair covered most of it, and an unpleasant odor came from between
his massive cheeks.
He started to move my hand back and forth
on his dick until I began to continue stroking it on my own. He kept his one
hand on mine, though, and then reached around with his other until he found the
back of my head. Yanking me forward he rammed my face into his disgusting ass
checks, pressing me hard with a firm grip so that I couldn't pull back. I
tried to breath out of my mouth so I wouldn't smell the rank stench coming from
his asshole.
"Your mouth is already filthy,"
he said. "And I know you sucked that one guy off while he took a crap.
So you shouldn't mind licking my ass while you do this."
His grip on my head was firm and I knew