She sang sweetly, “Have any of you guys ever seen a girl pee before? I mean right up close. Right from the little hole?” She looked right at Zeke. “Do you even know how to find that little hole?” He shook his head slowly – mesmerized so easily.
She pulled the front of her thong away from her body and a couple of the guys leaned forward to gape.
Next, sitting on a barstool, she took off her socks one by one, tossing them into their unbelieving faces.
The final barrier, the thong, which she hung on Burton’s glasses, came off in a grand finale with flourish and style. Nothing was hidden anymore.
Now totally nude and going off script she directed Steve, “Hand me that glass please.” She held it right below her urethra. “Who’s ready for me to fill this glass?”
Given their drunken, out of control, enthusiastic approval, she let go slowly with a controlled pale yellow stream that gradually filled the glass about three quarters.
Lifting the warm glass high before the wide eyed men she queried, “What should we do with this?” The room stayed unnaturally quiet.
She glanced at the bar, “Should I pour it down the drain?”
There were no answers, but I could feel the disappointment. They didn’t know what they wanted, but they wanted more.
She walked over to the nearest guy, “Should I pour it on Steve here?” He recoiled in a horror that none of the other grinning fools felt.
Winking at Dom, Rosita pulled the glass back to herself, “Maybe I should sample it?”
The guys were arrested, wondering if she really would do it as they eyed the slightly frothy potion in the beer glass suspiciously.
“Or…maybe we should have a contest!” There was genuine interest now. “You’ve heard of spin the bottle? She grabbed a bottle, placing it on the floor.
Turning to Steve again she asked, “If the bottle lands on Zeke should he have to take a sip?” Steve didn’t reply and she added more enticement, “And if he does you can touch my boob for as long as he sips.” Steve agreed wholeheartedly. Then she affirmed for the group, “So we all agree to the rules? No matter who the bottle lands on?
The group watched the spinning bottle intently as it landed on…Steve. He tried to get out of it as she handed him the glass. “Come on Steve, it’s Pete’s turn to touch – and he can’t touch if you don’t sip.” She pouted, “We all heard you agree to the rules.”
She was toying with him. Mocking him. She never did that with me. But really, these guys deserved some humiliation.
Steve wrinkled his nose and took a tiny tiny sip while Pete tried to really grope her tits. She brushed him off almost immediately, “Aww, sorry Pete. Steve wasn’t being a very good friend.” Meanwhile Steve was rinsing and swishing with beer.
She spun the bottle again. Each man was sure he would be the one grabbing a tit and not the one tasting her offering. The guys were too drunk to notice, but I could see that she was causing it to land on the guy she wanted to torment next.
The bottle pointed to Zeke and the other guys sighed in relief, “OK, Zeke are you gonna be a good friend to Burton?” She patted his cheek as she goaded him.
He nodded, but really struggled with getting the glass up to his mouth. Finally Burton grabbed the glass and pushed it up to Zeke’s lips as he pawed at Zeeta’s bare chest.
He got to cop a good five second feel as Zeke spluttered and resisted. The level in the glass was slightly, yet visibly lower when they’d all felt her up.
Zee pranced sexily, “Let’s try something new.” She grabbed an empty mug. Whoever wins this contest gets all the money. If you wanna play, put a hundred dollars in the mug.”
Rosita teased the guys, “what’s the matter? Don’t have the money cause your job sucks, or are you afraid you’ll lose? It’s a one in six chance. Tell you what, I’ll ante up too. But considering what I’m wearing it’ll have to be an IOU.
I started things off by dropping a hundred in. Next each of the guys dropped money in too. Steve was last, saying, “The odds are too good.” and “Seven hundred dollars is a lot of money.”
“What do we do now? Spin the bottle again?” Zeke asked.
“Don’t be silly.” She said. “The winner is the one who drinks the rest of the glass.” Suddenly enlightened, they gasped.
Steve announced that he was out. But everyone else stayed in.
Zee dipped her finger in the glass. We know you’re all able to drink it for the huge cash pot – if you KNEW you would be the sure winner. How about just to stay in the contest?”
She held her pee soaked finger up to Burton’s lips. “Suck my finger and you stay in the contest. Refuse and you’re out.” She waved it under his nose, “You get nothing at all right now.”
He refused and was out. That left me, Zeeta, Dom, Zeke, and Pete.
She held her dripping finger out to Pete, “Are you a man or a wimp Pete?” He sucked her finger, grimacing.
Naturally she and I had no trouble sucking her finger. For the rest of them there was no surefire boob touching reward – only a chance for cash. But they passed.
For the next phase she said, “If you want to stay in the game you take a healthy chug and pass the glass. We go around until there’s only one person left or someone empties it.”
I took the glass and swallowed a generous amount. It was pale and relatively tasteless compared to so many other times I’d tasted her nectar. Everyone still playing took a tentative first sip defying the rules.
“Pete,” she said, “before you pass the glass you can turn it bottoms up right now. Or pass it on and one of us will. It could be an instant win! Or a waste of all you’ve done so far.”
He scrutinized the amber liquid intently then gave me the glass. I downed the whole thing, pocketing the whole wad of cash as well.
Before they knew what was happening she yelled out excitedly, “Are you guys ready for some more fun?” She paraded over to the empty pool and stood in the center. They seemed relieved that the games were over.
“OK guys, here are the rules. You all want to pee on me and you all chipped in for the privilege. Firstly, you all have to do it at the same time.” Zee knelt. “Some of you said you need a blowjob.”
She eyed each man’s crotch, “Here’s the rule for the fluffing. You’re all gonna strip nude. Then you stand in front of my dear husband-to-be as he kneels next to me in the pool. After you pee on me then you’re gonna present your dripping cock to be cleaned off and I’ll feed it to him. My hands on your poor neglected organ, his mouth.”
I was shocked she would be so blunt and bring it up without anymore leading up to it. But when all the dumbfounded guys looked to each other for approval, and then were so instantly onboard, I knew she’d played it right.
I placed a full mug in each guy’s hand as they circled around her. Then I took my place kneeling next to my astounding fiance. She kissed my cheek, “You’re my kind of man.”
Next Rosita looked up at all the expectant faces, “You cheaters paid dearly for this and we’re NOT gonna tell your wives.” They relaxed visibly. “We’re also gonna give you every dime’s worth.”
Zeke lifted his mug, “Cheers!” And he let out a shy little dribble that gained courage as the others joined him.