Cassie’s eyes absorbed the visual contrast of her pale white skin and his dark brown skin as her mouth absorbed his beautiful thick cock. Her lips stretched wide around the head, her tongue pressed firm against the bulbous underside, and the first sweet dribble of pre-cum hit her taste buds before she had taken the entire crown inside. Her tongue twirled and swirled around his pisshole while her hand pumped up and down, milking his mahogany manhood until he grabbed her fiery red hair and shot multiple thick spurts of cum into her hot cocksucker.
“Mmmpf!” she moaned amid her mouthful of dark meat, drinking it all down. Popping her head off his ebony boner and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she hissed “See? I’ll suck anyone’s cock who wants it. But you have to piss on me, too.”
Cassie was completely naked, lying in a long metal urinal trough in a filthy men’s room on the third level of Boston Garden. One man was peeing on her feet. A second man was peeing on her knees. A third was peeing on her ginger-tufted crotch. A fourth was peeing on her smooth stomach. And finally, a fifth was peeing on her trim tits. She had plugged the drain with a pink wad of Bubble Yum, and the trough was steadily filling with a reeking yellow pool of mingled piss. As each man finished, another stepped up to take his place. None of the men had really wanted to be missing overtime of Game 6 when the Celtics had the chance to clinch the title, but after two hours of drinking Miller Lite, they absolutely could not wait any longer.
Cassie looked up at her black beau with her emerald greens and porcelain whites, fluttering her eyelashes. “Do it,” she urged him in a throaty whisper before closing her eyes and opening her mouth.
Pointing his flaccid fuckstick at her forehead, he unleashed a torrent of steaming yellow piss onto Cassie’s face. She waggled her tongue urgently until he lowered his aim and peed directly into her mouth. Allowing it to spatter on her tongue, she savored the sweet sound of her cheeks filling until it began running out of the corners of her lips, whereupon she swallowed it all with one gigantic gulp and capped it off with a great ripping—
“Buuurrrppp!”
At that second, a tremendous roar swept through the building. Cassie smiled to herself, pretending that it was all for her, unaware that Havlicek had scored to tie the game and force a second overtime.
“They’re goin’ wild for ya, sweet haht!” her next gentleman caller hooted as he waved his dick in her face.
Cassie kept his cock out of her mouth just long enough to tell the next fellow in line, “If you don’t want to wait, feel free to jack off on my tits.” His eyes aglow, he squeezed into place like a suckling pig at the teat. “And don’t forget to pee on me, too,” she reminded him. He nodded shakily, then beat his dick frenetically as Cassie returned to sucking the other guy’s cock.
Each of them lasted about a minute before Cassie felt an explosion of cum in her mouth and saw fat lines of cum flying through the air and draping across her chest.
Cassie rubbed the slippery sperm in circles on her pink nipples and areolae, then licked her fingertips with a saucy smile as each man uncorked a pint of processed beer out of his dick and onto her face and tits. “Mmm, so hot!” Cassie cooed when they had finished.
“Can I jerk it onto your pussy?” another guy asked, almost hyperventilating.
“Sure, be my guest,” Cassie nodded.
He pivoted into position and pointed his purple prick at her pink pudenda, pounding his penis before blasting her burnished bronze bush with a basterful of boiling baby batter. “I— I came on your pussy, baby!” he gasped in a daze.
“You sure did!” Cassie enthused. “Now you’d better piss it away before you get me pregnant!” She figured that if he or anyone in earshot had a pregnancy fetish, she didn’t mind pretending. Cassie knew enough biology to be confident that the toxic brew in the tub would kill any sperm before it could figure out where to go: it was the wrong temperature, wrong pH, wrong everything.
“Oh, shit!” he squawked, then after several seconds started spraying her semen-soaked snatch with his sharp-smelling stream.
“That’s right,” she sneered. “Rinse all that fucking cum off my cunt before you put a baby in me.”
“I’ll help!” another man volunteered, aiming his firehose at her flaming triangle and spraying it down.
“Yes!” Cassie moaned. “Get my pussy all pissy!”
The crowd roared repeatedly as the second overtime played out, the lead seesawing as the Bucks and Celtics exchanged baskets at a breakneck pace. All the while, a procession of men shuffled up to pay homage at her altar, peeing on her everywhere from her toes to her collarbone.
“Let’s put my thermometer under your tongue,” a new swain wisecracked as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his rapidly expanding cock. Cassie smirked before devouring his dick, greedily gobbling his growing girth while gripping his gangly gonads. After a couple of minutes, he groaned and glazed her greedy gullet with what felt like a gallon of goopy gunk.
Cassie licked her lips dramatically. “Doctor, I have a tickle in my throat,” she purred, then opened wide.
“Say ‘Aaah’, dahlin’,” he laughed as he began peeing in her cavernous mouth, filling it with his salty piss. Cassie slitted her eyes and fixed him with a wicked look as his piss trickled out of her mouth and down her jaw and neck. As she swallowed a mouthful of his piping hot piss, he finished with a trickle onto her barely b-cup boobs. Her lower body was now completely submerged in stinking, frothy, rancid piss.
At that moment, there was a lull in the action, with nobody immediately stepping up to add his contribution to the horrific vat of split pee soup. Cassie narrowed her eyes and growled “Diver down!” before taking in a lungful of air and dunking her head back underwater, completely submerging herself in the vile cauldron of piss that churned around her, giving her hair and face a thorough golden rinse. She held her breath for a moment, then broke the surface again, blinking her eyes rapidly, delirious with desire.
“Piss on me, motherfuckers!” she shrieked, a baleful banshee gone berserk. “Cum on me! Do it!”
The Garden faithful roared one last time, then fell silent as Kareem’s skyhook tickled the twine and won the game for the Bucks, 102-101. No championship for the Celtics tonight, just a trip to Milwaukee for Game 7 instead.
A security guard barged in, shouting “We got a report of a lady—” then stopped short. Someone had reported that men were peeing on a naked lady, but they had not reported that she was reveling in it and demanding more.
“Piss on my fucking tits!” Cassie bellowed from the urinal, slopping piss over the sides as she thrashed around. “Cum on my fucking face!”
The security guard quickly recovered his wits and took charge. “All right, everybody out! This restroom is closed!” Two ushers had followed him inside and were shooing people out.
“Miss?” the security guard asked firmly. “Miss? Where are your clothes?”
“Damned if I know,” Cassie groused. “Spoilsport.”
“I think I see her clothes on the floor, but they’re soaking wet,” an usher offered.
Cassie rolled her eyes and huffed, “Somebody go get Ed, the guard by the home locker room. Have him bring some towels.”
The security guard nodded towards the door, and one of the ushers dashed off.
“Miss?”
“Call me Miss Piss, please.”
“I won’t be doing that. Is there something plugging the drain?”
“I’ll get it,” Cassie sighed with the air of a martyr, then sat up, exposing her glistening titties to the room, and began fishing around under the water with her hand. She worked the wad of bubble gum out of the drain hole and popped it in her mouth, chawing it savagely as she sat back and relaxed again, the tubful of noxious piss slowly draining away.
The security guard maintained a passive expression, which belied the thoughts racing through his head. The usher made no attempt to mask his amazement, gaping at Cassie as she winked at him and began blowing an enormous pink bubble, which popped and covered her from nose to chin. She reached up and stretched the gum out of her mouth, then popped it back in and chewed it insouciantly, the smacking sounds echoing off the walls.
“She’s as warped as the parquet floor,” the guard muttered under his breath.
A moment later, the door opened and Ed slipped into the room with some towels tucked under his arm. “Hey, Cal,” he acknowledged the other security guard. “Cassie, my Irish princess,” he chuckled.
“The princess and the pee,” Cassie murmured lazily.
“Let’s get you dried off,” Ed suggested gently.
“All right,” Cassie sighed, sitting up again in the now empty trough. Ed wrapped a towel around her wet hair and then held out another towel for Cassie to wrap around her chest. He then placed his hands on her waist and helped ease her out of the urinal until she had both feet on the floor.
Cal was brusque. “Miss, you’ll be banned from Boston Gahden for life.”
Cassie glanced at Ed for confirmation.
Ed nodded. “Yeah, sorry, Cassie. There’s no way they’ll let this slide. This is your last visit to the Gahden.” He turned to Cal and the ushers. “I’ll take care of it from heah.”
Cal wasn’t entirely convinced. “No funny business, Ed. I’ll check on this tomorrow.”
Ed waved Cal’s insinuation away. “Nah, no funny business. She’s out and she knows it. I’ll take her down to the office and we’ll snap a Polaroid for the ban book.”
Cal and the ushers left the room, then Cassie turned to Ed. “Thanks for the help, Ed. I’m not sure what I would have done without you. I left my clothes next to the sink, you know. I didn’t think they were going to end up on the floor.”
Ed shook his head in wonder. “We’ll wait a few minutes for the crowds to thin out, then we’ll go down and take your mugshot,” he chuckled. “And we’ll find you some dry clothes so you don't have to wear these towels home.”
“Banned in Boston, who would have guessed?” Cassie sighed. “Well, I had a good run.”
“Cassie, you had an amazing run! You’re a Gahden legend,” Ed laughed. “If it were up to me, they’d raise your name and numbah to the raftahs.”
“Thanks, Ed,” Cassie giggled. “I guess I’d better start following the Red Sox instead.”
“Say,” Ed said, scratching his chin, “I know a fella, Len, who works security at Fenway Pahk near the bullpens. I’ll tell him to keep an eye out for you.”
“You do that,” Cassie smiled.
They stood for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts, before Ed broke the silence. “Okay, I think we can head down now and take your mugshot.”
“Sure, Ed,” Cassie laughed. “And maybe then we can take a Polaroid of me sucking your cock. A mugshot and a cumshot!”
