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 We order coffee and there's time before it comes for me to nip to the
toilet.

   "may i?"

   "no"

   You've never said no to a toilet request before...i look puzzled at you
and the coffee arrives.

   you ask for a glass of water on the side and as soon as the waiter
leaves point to the coffee...smile...and say

   "drink up"

   and the same with the water when it comes.

   And now the penny drops....

   "not tonight Nick....  "

   But somewhere deep inside...I get the first twinge of excitement.

   I look straight into your eyes...

   "I'm tired...I'm full of food....and I know this is one of my
fantasies...  but really Nick...  not tonight...please"

   but somewhere deep inside I hope you'll insist.

   "You can go in a minute" you say and we go through to the bar....  as
you pay you ask for a pint of water.

   You raise it to your own mouth....wait for me to relax...the look of
dread to leave my face...  and then you hand it over.

   "drink"

   I drink it down in two long gulps and try to face you down....

   You merely smile and hold the door open and we step out into the night.

   Town is busy....  people are still moving from pub to pub and taxis are
cawling slowly starting to look for homebound custom.

   "pub...or taxi?"

   That's easy....  if we go in a pub you'll make me drink and my bladder
is now fit to burst....  if we go in a taxi the worst that will happen is
you'll make me stand outside before we go into the hotel...make me stand
out in the cold...in the hotel carpark and piss myself...  then walk passed
reception..wet.

   hmmm....  maybe the pub would be the easy option....

   I can't decide.

   you lean down and speak to a taxi driver on the rank....  and then move
on to the next before opening the door and gesturing me in.

   I carefully manoeuvre myself ito the backseat....  it now feels like any
sudden movement hurts my bladder.

   we drive.

   out of town.

   "the hotel?" i say...."its back that way"

   "I didn't say pub or hotel" you say

   I sit back and try not to notice the extreme discomfort everytime the
taxi goes over a bump.

   after a couple of miles the taxi driver pulls off the road....  onto a
track...

   "this" you tell me smiling "is the local dogging spot....  you are going
to get out here, you are going to count slowly to a hundred and then you
are going to walk the length of the car park to where the taxi is parked."

   you lean over me...  you open the door...you wait.

   i get out...and the taxi drives on...  you don't look back.

   I stand in the dark.....  this is my chance to quickly step off the
track and squat for a piss...  but if I do that I'm guessing a serious
beating will be involved.

   So instead....  i count.

   then feeling very self aware of heels on rough track...length of skirt
and lack of underwear...  i start the long walk of shame.

   every single step makes me aware of my full bladder.  it hurts....  it
almost feels i couldn't piss even if i tried.

   everysingle step makes me aware of how many cars i have to walk past...
i duck my head as ahead of me lights are switched onto full beam.

   I walk into the light.

   then there you are...  leaning against the taxi bonnet between the
headlights..smoking a cigar....I raise a hand to shield the glare and keep
walking.

   "stop"

   I stop...  ten...maybe fifteen feet from you.

   "spread you legs and piss"

   i feel my bottom lip quiver....

   "spread and piss...or i'm going to come and beat you until you relax
enough to piss"

   I stand and will my bladder to open....  try and relax....

   I can't it hurts.

   I look at you and try and make my eyes say 'please - big please...pretty
please...anything but this please'

   So busy thinking about pleading...that bodily function takes over and I
fel first hot trickle of piss down inner thigh...  a brief mental fightback
and it stalls...  but then full flood of relief and hot piss...splashing...
gushing....I couldn't stop it if I tried..so spread my legs slightly wider
and accept it.

   you walk towards me now...eye contact maintained

   "good girl"

   and as the piss slows to a stop you kiss me.

   then hand on back of neck...guide me to the taxi...  bend me over the
bonnet and nod to the driver.

   He's old...and fat...and quite disgusting...  but he's going to be paid
with cunt.

   his cock is already out and hard....  he rolls the condom you hand him
onto his thick cock, lifts my skirt and fucks me.

   he tells me I smell of piss...  but he's not had cunt in months and the
smell of piss doesn't put him off tight wet cunt...

   he hammers into me and I feel him spasm as he cums deep inside me.

   he leaves me bent over the car....  cunt dripping...  legs still
glistening wetly...

   you reach out to me...hold my hand and say '"stay" as above my head the
'for hire' light goes on.

   it's going to be a long night...  but its going to make you very very
happy.