Hi reader, as promised, I will write a story for each of the excellent writing prompts you gave me. Here is the first. I hope you enjoy it.
This first prompt is free for everyone to read. Future prompt stories will be for paid subscribers only.
Case number #1 - John Elliot.
Story Prompt in bold.
I’d never had a strip search before, but I didn’t realize it was so intrusive - and, umm, stimulating.
Voices echoed in the barren interview room, so I wasn’t sure he spoke to me. Besides that, my mind had drifted into all kinds of sordid daydreams.
“You can stand up straight again, Claire.”
“Claire?”
“Claire, can you hear me?”
“Yes, officer.”
“It’s John… you’ve gone a bit strange, my dear. Are you okay?”
“Yes… I’m very… umm, okay.”
I frowned at the floor, terrified of how excited I felt, while John had probed my rectum for at least ten minutes, searching for contraband.
Any kind of sexual experience was very new to me because my hymen was split by a boy a month ago. I thought I loved him, but then after Dave fucked me, just as my friends said he would, he ran off, hunting down the next easy skank to fuck on a first date.
This was my second-ever sexual encounter, taking place in a windowless, brightly lit interview and search room at Heathrow Terminal Five. Two officers, John and Kathy, were present, fully dressed and armed with Heckler & Koch MP5, weapons I recognized from a computer game I played.
I was almost entirely naked from when Kathy had unbuckled my belt, unpopped a stud, and unzipped me, sliding off my pants, folding and placing them neatly on a table before lowering my plain white cotton panties around my ankles.
Thinking back to that moment, I felt sure she rubbed a finger in my gusset before surreptitiously sniffing to see if I was aroused. I remembered feeling turned on and wasn’t sure Kathy had detected my shame.
John spoke softly, kindly, dragging my attention back to him.
“I didn’t find any contraband inside your back passage. You are free to go, Claire, and I’m sorry you had to go through this indignity.”
When I straightened up and glanced at him, John looked apologetic, but what I wanted was his fuller attention. I had felt a manly presence in my life when he dominated me, fingering my asshole, pressing hard against the tight sphincter seal until it gave way while Kathy held me gently in a bent double position.
“I’m sorry, too, John.”
“Sorry, for what sweetheart?”
“You were so gentle inside my back passage. I err… I-”
“I couldn’t be rough, honey. That would be torture, and I don’t do that.”
“Thank you.”
“You can get dressed and leave, baby girl.”
“Thank you.”
His foray inside my back passage was the most erotic moment of my life, and when I stood, I thought for a moment that I glimpsed an erection in John’s pants. They were a ripstop black polyester cotton blend, functional cargo pants of a military style that all armed border police wore.
John’s Malinois dog had sniffed far too long at my suitcase while I stood in line at baggage check-in, so he summoned me into a search and interview room with his female partner, Kathy, to give me an internal examination.
They gave me a choice of who I wanted to give me an internal search. I asked for John, much to their surprise, but perhaps they failed to see my attraction to him because there was something about the man that stirred me.
Perhaps it was his good looks or the kind twinkle in his eyes that drew me in.
At twenty years old, I was young, inexperienced, and only recently deflowered, so when John, a hunk of a man twice my age, lubed up a latex-gloved index finger, I became a frisson of excitement, wondering if what my friends claimed about how wonderful it felt being fucked in the back passage was true.
I’d considered doing anal sex at some point, but having been fucked only once, and so disappointingly, I wanted a boyfriend who could fuck me nicely every night, including through my period.
As I raised my panties, wriggling my ass into them until they felt comfortable, Kathy left the room, winking at me as she closed the door.
John floated my boat in every sense because I had daddy issues and wanted to enjoy a relationship with an older man. I grinned without meaning to, remembering when the female officer had taken control of my posture, readying me for John’s finger invasion.
It was apparent to anyone who knew me that I was a compliant, obedient girl, and now, I remembered with shame and delight when Kathy had grinned at me, cupping the back of my neck, bending me over, and whispering.
I would have been just as gentle fingering your asshole. You’re such a good girl, Claire.
Sorry.
Don’t worry… just enjoy John fucking your asshole.
What about my pussy?
We know you aren’t carrying drugs, Claire. We just wanted to bend you over for a bit of fun.
That had surprised me, but now, she was gone, leaving me with a guy I wanted to fuck. I wriggled back out of my panties, desperate to suggest more could be enjoyed by us, even though my bladder was full, bloating my lower abdomen with a suggestive curve I thought John noticed.
“Was my finger sore inside you, Claire? Do you need cream to salve any pain?”
“Not in the least. I really enjoyed it and thought… well, I’m not sure what I thought, to be honest, but now, I’m bursting to pee.”
“How badly do you need to pee, Claire?”
“Fucking badly. I wish I hadn’t dropped my panties again.”
“Did you want me to fuck you?”
I nodded desperately and crossed my naked thighs, glad my pubic mound covered the trembling, swelling pussy lips that would undoubtedly reveal my sluttiness. I thought John had enjoyed sniffing the few wiry black whorls he caught with a stray finger when he slid a single, delightful digit into my pussy on his first attempt aiming for my anal whorl.
Now, from the way he stared so passionately at me, I knew the finger that dallianced inside my dribbling wet pussy wasn’t his poor aim. The guy was obviously a marksman and had meant to double-tap me, sliding inside both my fuck holes.
“Will this bottle suffice, Claire?”
“Fuck no.”
He held a tiny plastic bottle runners would use to carry small amounts of water on long trail runs. I was about to flood his interview room floor and looked around for a vessel large enough to contain my pee.
I was stunned when John stripped off his uniform, quickly flinging everything over the arm of a nearby chair. Naked, he looked stunning, muscle-bound, athletic, and every bit the special forces police officer I understood him to be.
He locked our interview room door, turned back to me, and looked like a man on a mission. I had no idea what John had in mind for my relief, but my mind flooded with raw panic as my urethra was swollen, sore, and in need of a release.
“I’ll lie down, Claire; you squat over my mouth and pee as you wish.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Never more so.”
“Pee in your mouth?”
“Yes, please.”
My head thumped, and my vision blurred, partly because my bladder was exploding, mainly because my fuck buddy prospect wanted to drain it.
“I’ll drown you, John.”
“I’ll swallow it all.”
“Jesus Christ… I hoped you might fuck me but never did I dream of this… fuck!”
I cringed and felt the tiniest squirt escape my pee hole, warming my thigh with a golden rivulet of shame that zig zagged down. I shuffled awkwardly to John, desperately clenching every muscle that might help me retain my urine. I felt excited, ashamed, and totally embarrassed by my vulnerability, but all John could do was lick his lips and shoot kind, loving glances my way.
“Are you sure about this, John?”
“What a way to start a relationship.”
When I squatted over John’s face, an overwhelming feeling of losing control surged, and I couldn’t hold back my golden flood. He hauled me down, but even before my pee hole was clamped tightly shut, an errant stream of urine dribbled, then flooded.
I stared down between my legs at the man who would be my toilet savior, amazed by how wide open John’s mouth was. It seemed that before his lips descended into my black pubic bush, he collected every drop of my pee, gulping and swallowing.
After my initial relief, I clenched my bladder tightly. John clawed my pubic hairs aside, opening my swollen labia so he could pucker his lips directly around my pee hole.
Then he sucked, and I felt calm and relaxed, shivering uncontrollably.
I let go again, this time releasing a more powerful jet of my pee, imagining it filling his mouth. My relief felt orgasmic, mainly because John’s fingers that had fucked my asshole now dragged my sticky pink nub from side to side, pleasuring me while I relieved myself.
I ground my clitoris hard against his digits, flooding my new lover’s mouth with more pee, enjoying how enthusiastically he swallowed and sucked my pee hole for more. I wanted his cock, but by fuck, I wasn’t moving off my throne until every drop of golden nectar was drained from my easing bladder.
My body trembled with excitement, shivering violently every time another jet of my pee evacuated the over-swollen bladder that sang in ecstasy as I was relieved. I spread my knees wider apart; now, the urgency of my toilet break was over, and I could relax, feeding John with sustenance to satisfy his apparent kink.
When my bladder was empty, I went to move, but John wouldn’t allow me to, forcing me to lean forward and place my hands on the floor behind his head. He cleaved my ass cheeks wide apart, spread my pubes perfectly, and plowed his tongue up and down my creamy slit.
I was hugely turned on, not only by an anal finger-banging but also by the fact I had just pissed more than a liter of my bladder juice into John’s mouth. He hummed a tune into my clitoris, the first to lick my fuck hole properly, and I ground my pussy hard into his face, crushing the soft lips that clenched tightly.
When I orgasmed, it wasn’t at all like when Dave had lovelessly fucked me. I shook, gripped John’s head tightly, rubbing my clitoris on his nose to gain climactic traction while feeding him the sticky cream hormones that leaked from my fuck hole.
I rejoiced, clamping one palm across my mouth while screaming with joy, trembling all over as my muscles tensed, cramped, and ligaments stretched as I rode wave after wave of ecstasy.
When I could take no more, I rose off my throne, grinning at my lover, who looked more satisfied from our toilet training session than me. I turned around and examined his cock, which was solid and looked beautiful with a gnarly, monstrous shape, length, and girth.
“May I fuck you, John?”
“I’d prefer if we fucked in bed. I can go for hours, Claire.”
Oh fuck… yes.
“My luggage will have boarded by now. I’m due to fly in an hour, although I wish that weren’t the case.”
“Kathy had you removed from the flight manifest, and has your luggage. She’ll bring it home for us if you’d like.”
“I would like that very much.”
We dressed quickly, and I felt so clean between my legs that it surprised me. John had not spilled a drop of my pee on the floor, and he’d cleaned my cum, largely the sweet, creamy ejaculate from my Skene’s glands.
He pressed a business card with his home address into the palm of my hand, and I enjoyed the sparkle of wanton desire in his eyes.
“Who is Kathy?”
“She’s my lesbian sister.”
“Oh my… what fun.”
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Oh my indeed! She is one lucky duck! You continue to blow my mind with how quickly you can write a quality story. I’m looking forward to the rest. 😊😊
KATE you blow me away no pun intended. I totally agree with Maria you are absolutely amazing. I'm trying to come up with an idea but for now I'm blank. I think I enjoy your writing to much to come up with anything. I think I'll just leave that for you