Mark and I were invited to a fancy dinner gala. Way out of our comfort zones, but bored and horny, we agreed to go. We wanted to have some risky fun.
The night of the gala, Mark laid me down on our bed and inserted the remote control vibrator in my already dripping wet pussy. “I’m not turning it on yet, to save battery” he winked.
We get dressed, me in my floor length, low cut, low back sparkly maroon gown, and him in his suit. It fit him nice and snug in all the right areas. It would definitely show even if he got the tiniest bit hard. And I planned on doing just that.
We arrive to the banquet hall just in time. We find our seats and quickly order drinks. The place was absolutely packed full of wealthy snobs trying to rope people into their next business venture. Our friend who had invited us was the host of the gala, and was definitely not like the other rich assholes.
As Mark and I sip our drinks, we look around at the people. He puts a hand on my knee and looks at me lovingly and smiles.
A few minutes later, our friend comes on stage and begins to introduce the gala’s esteemed guests of the night (more rich people, shocker).
Just then, I feel a small buzz in my pussy. I look over at Mark and he winks. He started playing with me earlier than I thought he would. I’m in for a very long night!
I half listen to the presenter on stage- I’m too busy focusing on how good Mark is making my pussy feel right now. My head is filled with thoughts of what I am going to do to him when he gets home, and more so what he’s going to do me.
I’m snapped out of my fantasies when the waiter puts our food down. I eat slowly, hoping Mark is distracted enough with eating that he won’t continue to make the vibrator as unpredictable as he had the last few minutes.
We finish our food, and right as I take a sip of my drink, he turns the vibrator all the way on high. I nearly spit out my drink, it feels so good but catches me off guard.
He smirks, knowing how torturous this is for me.
It’s my turn to have some fun with him.
I slide my hand on his thigh, and slowly move it up to his cock. He’s already getting hard. It’s too easy sometimes.
I rub his cock through his pants with my palm, and he moans (louder than I think he expected to). Some people turn around and he blushes. I continue rubbing him until he is just barely bucking his hips up into my hand.
I stop and sip my drink. He groans, certainly he wasn’t thinking I was gonna let him get away that easily?
All of a sudden he turns the vibrator up on high, making me almost cum right there. I moan too loud and more people turn around to glare at us.
A couple of hours pass with Mark teasing me with the vibrator, and me teasing his cock through his pants. Our friend gives his final speech for the night and people start to leave slowly. Mark and I wait a few minutes for the traffic to die down, and we get up to leave. I notice he’s hard, so he takes his suit jacket off and drapes it over his arm to attempt to hide the bulge growing in his pants. It didn’t help as much as he wanted it to, and he realized that he had already leaked some precum that made a decent size wet spot on his pants.
As we were leaving, we got a few glares and snickers from people who saw his predicament. He was bright red.
Once we got to the car, Mark turned the vibrator on high again and began to kiss me. I teased his cock by lightly running my fingers over his hard cock.
“Shit, I’ve gotta pee so bad. Let’s get going home baby,” Mark says as he readjusts himself. “I’ve actually gotta go pretty badly, too,” I admit. Mark smirks at me.
The 30 minute ride home was torture. We both squirmed in our seats due to how badly we had to go, our bladders were continuously protesting. Every once and a while one of us would groan. I even leaked in my dress a little bit, and the vibrator being on high didn’t help anything either.
We finally get home, and once we’re inside, I pin Mark against the door. “Baby, please let me go. I’ve gotta go so fucking badly,” Mark says as he rocks foot to foot, grabbing his (still hard) cock.
“No sir, you’ve tortured me enough tonight. It’s my turn,” I wink and drag him upstairs. I tie his ankles and wrists to the bed, him protesting all the while. I take off my dress, and take off his clothes too. I sit on top of him, with him in his boxers, and me in…nothing.
He squirms underneath me. He hisses when I press on his bladder. “Please, baby. I had so much to drink tonight. I have to go!” Mark whines.
“You’ll go soon enough handsome,” I say with a wink.
I give him a quick blowjob to make his cock throb, then untie him. He forces me onto my back, and slowly, teasingly, pushes his hard cock into me. I moan, his cock feels so good, but I have to pee so fucking badly, too.
He leans down to kiss me, putting more pressure onto my bladder. I leak a little bit.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” Mark says with a groan. He puts my legs on his shoulders.
He begins thrusting into me, when all of a sudden, another leak escapes my filled pussy. I reach down to rub my clit, desperate to cum before I wet myself.
Mark whimpers, then rubs his bladder. “Fuck, I’m so full, I can’t hold it much longer”. He resumes thrusting into me, when all of a sudden, I cum. While I still am cumming and rubbing my clit, the dam breaks, and I listen as hot piss splashes onto Mark’s chest and cock.
“No, no no no no!” He whimpers. “I can’t hold it!”
All of a sudden, I feel Mark start pissing, while he’s inside of me. We both moan, enjoying it more than we thought we would.
He thrusts again, splashing both of our piss everywhere. I cum again listening to the sound of it splashing, loving how it feels so hot in my pussy.
Mark cums inside of me, then pulls out. He flops down next to me, panting.
We both enjoyed the experience so much that we held our pee the rest of the night, and repeated our dirty act twice in the morning.