More Relief

I held Mrs. Bech's head in my hands as she knelt before me in the kitchen, my cock still sitting limply in her mouth. Looking down into her pretty eyes, I began to piss.

Mrs. Bech barely reacted at all -- I think I saw her nostrils flare briefly, but she almost immediately began swallowing. Seeing this, I released her head, leaned back in my chair, and relaxed. I started letting my piss flow freely while I watched Mrs. Bech's face. She showed no sign of distress, but instead readily swallowed my piss as it flowed.

I emptied my full bladder into her mouth and down her throat. When the flow stopped, I felt her tongue move around the head of my cock, cleaning up the last droplets of piss. Then she pulled her mouth off of my dick, stood up, and started buttoning her blouse.

"Well James, what a surprise!" she said. She was smiling. "It's certainly been a long time since I did that!"

"Oh, I hope that was okay, Mrs. Bech," I replied.

"Of course James, totally," she said. "There just aren't so many men who are into that, so it's been a while. But there's nothing wrong with it, of course."

A few hours later I had to go again. I found Heather in the living room and asked her straight out, "Mrs. Bech, I have to piss again, and I was hoping to use your mouth."

She didn't say anything, but led me to the bathroom, where she got on her knees and opened her mouth wide. I stood over her, unzipped my fly, and pulled out my cock. I put my head near her lips and began to piss. When her mouth had filled with the frothy yellow liquid, I paused long enough for her to swallow. Then she opened her mouth again. We repeated this four or five times until I was done.

"Thanks!" I said, and I zipped up my pants and walked out.