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This is a work of ADULT fiction. It is contains highly graphic
depictions of extreme sexual behaviour. It is not suitable for
children under the age of 18.
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Story Codes: F+ M+ bb ws inc ped best

Working Mum Piss Whore: 2
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by Emily
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I woke up confused: something was missing; something was strange,
and something smelt. It took me a moment to realise the missing
thing was my boyz coming to wake up their mummy in the morning. I
felt a stab to my tummy and regretted being away from them. The
strange thing was the unfamiliar lumps of the bloke lying next to
me, happily asleep after Day One of his partie de libertinage,
with a whole new day of depravity to wake up to. Oh, and the
smelly thing was me. I could smell the faint scent of urine in my
hair.

I stood under the shower for a couple of minutes, washing
yesterday off me (and having a sly pee too, enjoying the warm pee
running down the insides of my legs). Wrapping my long blonde
hair in a large white fluffy towel, I wandered into the kitchen
to hunt down some very much needed coffee.

A woman I hadn't seen before was clearing up. I said a nice
'hello' but she just pulled a strange face.

"Shit!" I thought to myself, you forget about being naked around
strangers in this job. Oh well, too late, she'd just have to deal
with it. I fumbled with the coffee maker as she scrubbed around
with embarrassed vigour.

I took my coffee and a doughnut the housekeeper had brought, and
went and sat in the living room, feeling quite alone in a house
full of people. I was feeling that the whole weekend stay was a
bad idea. If I'd had a car, I'd of seriously thought about
driving back home.

I stared out the window at heavy English skies - cloudy with the
threat of a shower. Bored, I pottered back to bed. I passed by
the housekeeper who was angrily muttering to herself, clearing
the bathroom I'd been pissed on by everyone last night. It made
me smile, and for a moment I thought how funny it would be if I
pissed on her. Then I remembered what comes naturally to me would
mega gross-out to her - probably. I wonder why piss is such a big
deal for most people? It seems harmless enough, just fun to play
with. Too much potty training I guess.

I snuggled down back into bed, warming myself against Patrick's
radiator toastie body.

I woke up again. It was later, quite a bit later, Patrick's lump
had gone (but I could hear him in the shower). Instead I was
looking into Jenica's bright-eyed sunny morning smile as she lay
on top of the covers next to me.

"Hey, come on sleepy head, we've got stuff to do!"

Not taking sleepy indifference for an answer, she tugged me up,
pulled the towel off my head, and started to energetically comb
my tangle hair, while telling me how lovely long and blonde it
was!

I wanted to be with my boyz. Or I wanted to roll Jenica into bed
with me and have a sexy snuggle. Or I wanted to chill in some
quiet space on my own. Anything really, except get in a van with
a bunch of randy leery blokes and perform again. So I put my foot
down ... and everyone completely ignored it.

Lindsey and Adam had voted to go to a Saturday antiques fair.
Chris and Gareth had decided to say at the house and go fly
fishing in the lake (no, I don't understand it either - some
people just don't seem to spot the difference between chilling
and boring). Marika, Agneta, Bill and Scott had the energy to
take the mountain bikes out. All very outdoorsy. My husband
Robert had disappeared off somewhere.

Which left me and Patrick and Jenica. Jenica wanted to go horse
riding. She'd already voluntarily helped the housekeeper muck-out
the stables this morning. Country-girls, what can you do with
them?

No one fancied my suggestion, going to the outlet centre up off
the Motorway to see what passed for shops out here in the sticks.


My granddad taught me to ride up in North Yorkshire when I was
little. But that was a distressingly long time ago. My sister
Emily was the show jumper, elegantly flying over fences. I was
the hanger-on-fairly-successfully, inelegantly bouncing around.

Jenica helped with all the tackle, and it was clear Patrick knew
which end of a horse you drive. and Jenica promised a gentle
stroll round the lake: no wild galloping, hardly even a canter.

It felt really good to be in the saddle again. Emily's always
trying to get me to go out with her. But i'm always so busy. We
climbed up away from the guest house, over the watershed that
divided our lake from the next one, and down into a charming
wooded valley. You could almost hear the elves and the pixies in
the shadows.

We dismounted after trailing for just over an hour. The muscles
in my groin were telling me something: ouch! I had to do some
stretching exercises to help loosen me up.

Sadly it was too cool and cloudy for a bit of skinny-dipping.
Though the lake looked very clean and inviting.

I had that, "oh here we go, back to work" attitude, assuming that
a bit of rustic group sex was about the break out amongst the
still leafless trees.

But instead we sat on the edge of the lake, drinking coffee from
a flask and eating doughnuts, and just chatted. It was nice,
relaxed, unpressured. and then it occurred to me, the reason for
my bad attitude this morning - my period was coming a couple of
days early.

Patrick gave a dirty gin. Jenica asked if my I had any pain.
Luckily, I don't usually suffer for my periods.

Jenica, in her earth-mother guise, divined that a thunderstorm
was brewing. So we rode on, round, and back.

The others were still all out, so Patrick asked if we'd like to
come with him back to bed. Sounded like a plan to me. So Jenica
and I trooped back to the bedroom.

Patrick humped Jenica, but I have to say, I didn't take much
notice. I rolled on to my side, making myself as comfy as
possible, and let the soft fucking of the other two rocking the
bed lull me to a light sleep.

I woke alone. Showered and dressed in a translucent patterned
dress, through which you could see my sheer white see-through
panties and my braless boobs. I thought it looked natural and
sexy; nice without trying too hard.

You could just hear that something was going on in the main room
before you got there. Of course, I expected some sort of
hanky-panky. But i didn't expect to see Jenica lying on the
floor, head on a pillow to lift it up slightly, with Marika
feeding a large dog's large inflamed blood-red cock into Jenica's
small mouth.

The housekeeper I'd bumped into in the morning was holding the
dog steady by his collar. She was wearing a huge frown, but
otherwise seemed to be collaborating in the bestial performance.
All the guys seemed to be in various stages of happy stunned
amazement. Either wanking themselves off, or fucking Lindsey
(Chris) and Agneta (Scott). Patrick waved me over and patted his
lap for me to sit on. I lent down and told him my period had
started, and he asked if I was alright, and when I nodded he
said, "Great - all the more moist!". So I sat on him, with my
back to him. He tugged the sting of my tanga from out of my arse
crack, I pulled out my tampon, and he felt his way into pushing
his cock up into my messy wet pussy.

He fucked me with only half a mind, as we both watched Jenica,
and occasionally Marika, sucking the dog off. I'm not sure what
sort of dog it was - aside from a large one - some mongrel. But
it was very well behaved. Often dogs can get very jumpy when
they're having sex, or you're having sex with them. So the
oblivious thought was - it had done this before.

With Patrick's cock up me, and Jenica being so exquisitely
disgusting, it was easy to lightly finger myself and bring myself
up to being very aroused - dickie tummy notwithstanding.

Watching the dog shoot his watery cum over Jenica's young fresh
face brought frank off, squeezing his spunk up my soaking pussy.
I continued to sit on him, and let his cock get smaller and
smaller inside me, until it slipped out.

I stood and turned round, and licked his cock and balls clean of
my blood and his spunk.

Lindsey's husband led the housekeeper and her dog out. Presumably
to pay her off for the extra service.

Chris announced he needed a piss, and Lindsey got up and took my
hand, and lead me back to the bathroom I'd spent last night. I
wasn't really up for it. The handcuff hurt after a while and my
mood was a lot more dommie than subbie, but this was work, and
sometimes you just have to do get on with it.

Lindsey said if I started to feel too unwell, to just let her
know, but I said I'd be fine. Once she'd set me up, she waited
while Chris did his business. He grabbed my hair and pulled my
head back, so that he could piss right on my face and I couldn't
turn away.

It was a rough piss; smelly and yellow and hard. I didn't drink
it. The bits that slid into my mouth tasted too sour. I just spat
it out in big fountains that ran down my neck and over my nice
dress. My boobs, with the wet material clinging to them, become
even more prominent as the material became transparent and my
nipples hardened in the hot pee.

When he'd finished, Lindsey sneaked the chance to piss on me too.
But she was much more soft and sweet, and slow. I drank her pee,
which was nearly clear, and licked her pussy as she pissed me up.


Chris wanked himself up real hard watching Lindsey, and when
she'd finished, he laid her over the toilet, so that the toilet
seat was under her tummy, mounted her from behind, and fucked
her. In her cunt first, but then up her cute arse. Lindsey took
it very well and Chris pumped away happily until he was nearly
ready, when he whipped his cock out of her arse, and pushed it
into my mouth. It grabbed hold of the back of my head and under
my chin, and roughly face-fucked me, in a few moment, he came
down my throat.

I choked and coughed up a slug of cum from my lungs, but Chris
seemed to like that.

After that, no one came to see me for what seemed like an hour.

Agneta popped her face round. She was very chatty. She'd taken
some coke. She sat on the toilet, having a piss, and talked at me
about the whole dog thing, the housekeeper, how nice my Robert
was, what a bitch Marika was and not to trust her.

Marika came in and Agneta did that unsophisticated silence thing.
Working girls are just the worst bitchy gossips.

Bill came in right after Marika, so she did a proper show for
him, and pissed over my breasts. Bill had difficulty pissing,
what with three women watching him, and only managed erratic
spurts that shot out at random angles. So he only pissed in my
face briefly, but also tinkled down the back of Marika's leg, and
over Agneta's ankles. I don't think us laughing helped him
either.

I was just mopping up the floor a bit with a wad of toilet paper
- it gets uncomfortable sitting in a puddle of piddle - when I
heard something out the corner of my ear. Even though I didn't
really hear it, my heart raced, because in some deep physical
level, I knew exactly what I hadn't quite just heard.

My little Owen's sunny four-year-old face beamed at the doorway.
He didn't notice that his mum was half naked, nor wet and
stinking with piss, nor sitting on the cold floor, one hand
raised and handcuffed to the towel rail. He just saw his mummy,
and ran head long into my free arm, to bundle his head tight
against my piss wet cold chest.

Stan toddled in behind, holding his father's hand. I was so
stunned, I couldn't speak. Robert shouted "Surprise!" and my boyz
repeated it after their father, "Surprise! Surprise! Mummy!",
jumping up and down with excitement.

Lindsey and Jenica poked their heads round the door. Lindsey came
and unhandcuffed me, while Jenica picked Stan up and held him to
her large bare breasts, and made a fuss of him.

Robert was obviously extremely pleased with himself. "I thought
after this you'd like to spend a couple of days out of the city
with me and boys ... I know how you don't like to be bothered at
work honey ..." he winked, "but I checked with the lads first".

He shooed Lindsey and Jenica out of the bathroom and closed the
door, unzipped himself, and started to relief himself over me.
And not just a small pee, but that "I've been driving up the
motorway sitting on a full bladder for the last hundred miles and
now i'm really going to pee good" sort of pee. It went on and on,
and quickly all my three boyz were standing in a growing pee lake
which was advancing to escape under the door. All I could do was
sit there, patiently being pissed on, as my eldest boy took out
his little willy and joined his father in pissing on me too. His
four year old willy arched a stream of pee taller and longer than
his little body. Stan was just happy ripping up little bits of
toilet paper, and dropping on to the wet floor, to watch them
sail away in the eddies of urine.

Robert and Owen finally finished and I could get up, drenched.

We trudged out to the room where Lindsey and Ii had our stuff. I
slipped out of my wet things and into a large towel, and took my
Robert to bed, while our boyz sat on the floor, watching telly.

I went down on all fours for Robert, who gentled gelled my arse
before softly fucking it. I described to Robert Jenica's earlier
dog sucking. That made him very excited. He'd never seen anything
like that, except on porn videos. We had to listen to Nick Jr on
the telly as we fucked, but my boyz had to listen to their mum
and then their dad cum while they tried to watch their favourite
cartoons. We were all used to it, it's a family thing.

Owen got undressed and joined us in bed. I rubbed willy until it
was bone hard. He loves that. I tell him it'll make him more
manly, and he likes that too. He likes being made to feel the
man. It's always relaxed him before falling asleep.

I fell asleep, sandwiched by my boyz. I knew I'd missed them all,
but seeing them made me realise I'd missed them even more than
I'd realised. I decided whole weekends away thing was a bad idea.
I'd stick to evening work in future.

I woke up early on Sunday. Really early. My boyz made sure of
that. I took them over to the main house, and hunted down some
brekkie for them. "Auntie" Jenica was already up. Apparently
she'd never been able to break the farm habit of getting up at
the crack of dawn. She played with the boyz and told me of the
rest of the night's gossip.

Lindsey had had to take my place as the piss slut, and for
Patrick, Gareth, Chris and Bill, they'd had a small scat scene,
with Patrick shitting on his wife's chest. Pity I missed that.
The guys then played with Marika, Agneta and Jenica -
blindfolding the girls, do had to guess who was fucking them, or
get ten lashes of the whip. Jenica stood up, pulled down her
knickers and showed me her arse. Ouch! It was a crisscross of
angry red slashes. Well I'm glad I missed that. I prefer the
whipping to the being whipped, given a choice.

Jenica took the boyz to feed the horses so I could shower and
dress in peace. Patrick slipped into the shower with me - he said
Robert said it was cool. I said I didn't need his permission.

We did that wet slippery soaked fuck thing. I held on to the
shower head with both hands, my legs wrapped round Patrick's
waist, and Patrick pumped me with a perky early morning vigour.
When he finished, he nimbly stepped out, called out, and started
to dry himself down while Robert stepped in. I resumed the
position and let my husband have his early morning constitutional
fuck. I weed myself as we fucked. It felt nice.

Jenica brought the boyz back, and Robert transferred his cock to
my sore bum.

We left just before lunch. Robert asked me how I found it all. He
always thinks it must be fun fun fun. But I told him I'd
struggled to get into it, my period had come (yes, he hadn't
noticed), and I missed the boyz so much. so I wasn't going to
work a whole weekend away again. Robert was surprised. But I'd
got to know Jenica more, and we'd really liked each other. And
Lindsey and Patrick more too - lovely people. You know, so being
a whore has it's big up sides, you certainly learn a lot that
way.
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