Caroline did peel away breezily once we got back to campus, citing previous obligations. I was forced to make my way, alone, back to my dorm room, hoping I could stand downwind of anyone I passed and that I wouldn’t see anyone I knew. My clothes were still quite damp.
Maybe it was because everyone else was at dinner, but the sidewalks were mercifully empty. I made it to my room without incident and went immediately to take a shower.
I still wasn’t used to the shared bathrooms. The majority of the dorms were co-ed, though a few residence halls were set aside for same-sex residents. With the dorms being co-ed, naturally the common bathrooms on each floor were also co-ed. As I had discovered earlier, it was very strange to be sitting on the toilet, with some dude on the lacrosse team taking a dump in the stall on your right, while a girl in the stall on your left chats to her friend standing outside.
And the showers — though they were placed in individual stalls, there was little to protect anyone inside. There was only a curtain, which could be pulled for privacy, and a latching door which could easily be unlocked by an arm over the top, as I soon discovered.
I had been standing under the shower spray for several minutes, just letting it wash away the filth of the afternoon, when I opened my eyes and saw a face peering in at me. I yelped and jumped backward into the shower knob, jabbing the metal into my back.
“The professor wasn’t in her office,” Caroline said. “So I’m back. You really are your own worst enemy, aren’t you?”
I was bent over, groaning, rubbing my spine where a bruise was sure to form.
“Budge over, nerd,” she said. I straightened suddenly when I realized her bare leg was preceding her through the shower curtain and into the tiled stall; the rest of her followed. She was completely naked.
“Give me some room,” she said, nudging me out of the way of the shower spray so she could take it herself. “You act like you’ve never seen a naked woman before.”
“I haven’t,” I said, staring, without thinking.
“Like what you see, slave?” she smirked at me over one shoulder, then looked down. “I see that you do.”
I reddened. But despite feeling uncomfortable, and under scrutiny, my cock only got stiffer.
“And I know that you like the way I talk to you,” she purred. “I love how readily you submit to me…”
I had to close my eyes briefly to cut down on the amount of stimulation entering my system: hearing her voice, seeing her naked body, her face, her powerful expression, feeling so electrified already…
And then I felt her take a step closer to me. Caroline pressed her body against my body. Her perky little tits were crushed against my chest; my cock was flush against her stomach and leaking a little with arousal; I could feel the wisps of her pubic hair against my bare leg. My eyes popped open. She was looking at me with a strange expression, which quickly cleared.
“You’re not entirely clean,” she told me. “As my slave, you need an appropriate bath.”
“A-“
Caroline began to answer my question through action before I could even get it out. She stood on her tiptoes, reached her hand down to her pussy, and spread her lips apart. We were still standing chest-to-chest. My cock was erect; as she settled back down onto flat feet, she trapped it between her own thighs.
My member was now nestled below her spread pussy. For one glorious moment, she rubbed the whole of her wet cunt against my cock. Then I felt the warmth of her pee bathing it, running down the length of my dick, clinging to the underside, falling to the tile floor below. It was a sudden, spreading warmth.
Meanwhile, she rocked back and forth a little on her heels, and, since she was still squeezing me between her thighs, I felt the friction against my own cock.
I shot my load against the tiled wall even before she had finished pissing; in the wet and the warmth and the intensity of having this naked girl pressed against me, it took no time at all for me to come.
“Damn,” she said, not with disappointment but with impressed interest. “What a good slave.”
Her piss flushed away the droplets of ejaculate beading at the tip of my cock, and then trickled away. “I do love a dirty boy who enjoys being cleaned.”
I had nothing to say; I was still breathing heavily.
“My work for today is done,” she said airily, stepping away, rinsing herself one last time in the shower spray, and exiting through the curtain into the changing area. Stunned, I followed her actions, a little more slowly, rinsing myself properly clean. When I left the stall, I realized that she had stolen my towel.
I had to hold Escort Bayan my bundle of wet clothes in front of my crotch as I crab-walked down the hallway, hoping no one would spot me; naturally, two sophomore girls caught sight of me just as I was unlocking the door to my room. They skipped down the stairwell shrieking with laughter.
I was a little annoyed about the towel thing, enough so that I seriously considered re-locking the inner door between my room and Caroline’s. But I didn’t. It was still unlocked when I went to bed that night.
But, when I opened my eyes the next morning, Caroline wasn’t there. She hadn’t come in to wake me up. I checked the time. It surprised me a little, how disappointed I felt. Why hadn’t she come? Maybe she wasn’t awake yet?
I nervously puttered around my room for a while, listening for sounds of activity next door. I didn’t want to change out of my pajamas, because what if she ruined my clothes? I didn’t want to go to the dining hall for breakfast, because what if she stopped by while I was out? She wouldn’t…punish me if I wasn’t here and ready for her, would she? What would it be like, if she did…punish me?
I finished unpacking a box, and I arranged my new textbooks on my bookshelf, and I put a few posters on the walls. I unpacked the fancy coffee maker my parents had gifted me, rinsed out the inside, and started to brew myself a cup.
I was just sitting at my desk, staring at the bubbles forming on the top of the travel mug as it filled, when the door opened.
“Good morning, my little toilet,” she called. “Ooh, that smells good. Are you making coffee?”
She looked at the cup, now almost full.
“You can have it,” I said hurriedly. “I’ll make another.”
“Mmm. Good slave,” she smiled. “Eager to please. I love that. And speaking of which…”
She looked at me seriously and pointed straight down at the ground in front of her. I slid off the chair, coming to my knees in front of her feet.
“I have to go so bad,” she said, pulling her panties down and off. She laid them, all pink and cream and lace, over my shoulder, like I was a towel rack. “I mean it. I had so much to drink before bed last night, and today I overslept, and now… oh god, now I just feel like I’m going to burst. Hurry, toilet.”
I didn’t know how to hurry more than I was. I was already positioned in front of her, ready and waiting. But she was dancing a little bit, clasping her knees together, wriggling as if she was afraid that she’d leak all over the floor if she stood upright.
“Hurry,” she moaned, and then she grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me forward between her legs, as if trying to clamp me onto her cunt, to catch the flow in time: as it was, I barely made it in position before she couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Oh, fuck, I’m pissing,” she gasped, and already the flow was starting, welling up, right in front of my eyes. I hurriedly placed my mouth over her, but not before she spurted a little bit, over me and my chest and the floor.
“Fuuuuck,” she sighed, releasing utterly into my mouth. “Mmmm, fuck, that feels good. My little piss slave has gotten so good at pleasing his mistress…”
I felt my cheeks get red, and not just because her legs were warm on either side of my face. My loose pajama pants were feeling a little tighter. I gulped and swallowed, feeling her warm fluids trickle over my chin.
“Oh, that’s amazing,” she moaned as her stream dwindled away. “Now, lick me clean, slave.”
Obligingly, I thrust out my tongue, cleaned her well, and then kept it out flat for her to hump. She rubbed herself against my tongue, my lips, my nose, released one last little rivulet, and then stepped back. Her face looked content.
Then she caught sight of the desk clock. “Oh, shit, is that the time?”
I nodded.
“Have you eaten yet, slave?” she asked, almost tenderly, touching me on the chin.
“No, mistress.”
“It’s past breakfast,” she muttered. “The dining halls are already closed.”
She looked at me again, kneeling patiently in front of her.
“Alright, get dressed, slave,” she said. “We’re going out.”
xxx
Caroline took the travel mug of coffee with her as we walked out to the parking lot. She had watched me as I got undressed and selected an outfit for the day, and then she had made me undress again and put on a different outfit that she selected for me. I had to admit, her choices made me look a little sharper, and more put-together.
So then I learned that Caroline had a car and, judging from the plates, came from Minnesota. She unlocked it from a distance with her key fob and settled comfortably into the driver’s Bayan Escort seat, while I nearly tripped over my pant leg getting into the passenger side. She snorted.
“What do you like to eat, slave?” she asked. “Not a vegetarian, are you?”
“No,” I said, then: “Anything you want to feed me is fine.”
“Mmmm. I think that’s already been proven,” she smirked. “Anyway, I have an idea. One of my favorite brunch places makes a great breakfast sandwich that we can take to go.”
“Fine with me,” I said.
I watched Caroline drink the coffee, and couldn’t resist thinking about where all that fluid was going, and where it would eventually end up. I couldn’t stop thinking about it moving through her system, and how she would vacate it. I thought about what it would look like if Caroline casually shifted aside her skirts and pissed in the car, all over the rubber mats, right here, while driving. What if she made me crouch between her legs and sip from her while she drove…?
“What’s up, slave?” she asked at one point.
“Huh?”
“You’re practically squirming in the seats. What’s up, imagining me naked?”
“Um.”
“Hah!” she hooted. “I was right, wasn’t I?”
“Pretty nearly…”
Stopped at the traffic light, she turned and gave me a long stare. “You were thinking about what you want me to do to you, weren’t you? How much you want to drink from me? Huh?”
Now I really did squirm.
“Answer me,” she commanded.
“Yes, mistress,” I whispered. “I was thinking about drinking from you.”
She settled back with a self-satisfied smile. “Thought so. Anyway, we’re here. Wait in the car, I’ll be right out.”
So I sat and waited like a child whose mom is in the supermarket, and she locked the doors and breezed off into the cafe, returning a few minutes later with two breakfast sandwiches, two coffees, and a full bottle of water.
“Here,” she said, passing me a sandwich and a coffee. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just got two of the same. Wait a few minutes before you start, I don’t like people eating in my car. I know a great outdoor spot where we can take this.”
Despite how spontaneous and wild Caroline was, I felt I could trust her. She used me, and then she bought me breakfast. She pissed all over me in the woods, but she didn’t leave me behind. I mean, perhaps my standards were a little muddled, but…she seemed to treat me with a level of care I wouldn’t have expected from someone who called me ‘toilet slave.’
She drove us to this forested area, parking in a little spot tucked away from the main road. “Come on,” she said, and led me to this wide, bubbling river.
No one else was around, which was cool. There were a couple of spaced-out benches staggered along various points at either side of the river. And the water itself coursed over lots of big, human-sized boulders. Many of them rose out of the water, creating perfect stepping stones above the river’s flow. Higher up the river was a small, subdued waterfall.
“Nice, huh?” Caroline said, sitting down on a bench and unwrapping her sandwich. “I come here sometimes.”
“You’re not a freshman, then,” I said tentatively.
“Oh god, no. Junior.”
Well, at least she wasn’t a Senior.
“What are you doing on campus during freshman orientation?”
“I’m a research assistant. I spent the whole summer here.”
“Researching what?”
We talked and chatted a little bit more, and it was interesting to learn about her summer spent handling medieval texts with special gloves and theorizing authorship for anonymous writings, but I think part of me was holding my breath until the inevitable: when Caroline balled up her trash, turned to me, and said, “come on, toilet slave.”
“What?”
She held out her hand, so I took it, and led me to the water’s edge.
“Not afraid of water, are you?”
“No,” I said. I was more afraid of Caroline — but also, struck by this intense desire to be close to her, and follow her everywhere.
“Let’s go,” she said, and we walked out carefully, hand-in-hand, to a wide flat rock in the middle of the river. It was big enough for both of us to stretch out on comfortably. The warm stone felt good against my back. For several minutes, Caroline just held my hand while we sunned together. It was so relaxing that my eyes started to close involuntarily, until Caroline shifted, and I felt her leaning over me. I looked up into her face.
“Sleeping on the job, slave?” she drawled.
“Is this a job?” I moved to sit upright, but she suddenly pinned me down and sat on my chest.
“It is, now,” she said.
“Aren’t jobs supposed to pay you?” I said wryly. Escort I didn’t even know why I was sassing her, only that I felt comfortable enough to do so now.
“I do pay you,” she hissed next to my ear. “In liquid gold.”
And with that, she sat on my face.
I found myself blinded by her skirt over my eyes, but the feeling of her warm, wet pussy pressed against my lips was becoming a very familiar one.
“Open wide,” she crooned.
I did so. She settled a little more against me, creating a seal between my open mouth and her dripping genitals. Then she really let loose.
I felt her flood my mouth. All the water and the coffee she had consumed already that morning was released now. Even her legs were vibrating a little, whether from the tension of holding her bladder, or the gratification of release, I wasn’t sure. She sighed above me, and her legs relaxed, and she sat a little more heavily on my face, still pissing the whole while.
“What a good little toilet,” she murmured happily. “Ooooh, I love pissing into you.”
I shivered. Fuck, I was hard.
A little bit of liquid dribbled down my cheek and around to the back of my neck. All the rest of it, I guzzled and swallowed while Caroline moaned and signed above me.
Too soon, it seemed, she had finished. She dismounted reluctantly. “Come on, piss toilet. Time to get you back to campus.”
I wished we could stay out here indefinitely. I wanted to tell her that. But instead I trailed her back to her car, watching her hips sway back and forth, knowing what I would find if I happened to lift that skirt up, and wanting so much more.
And yet, I was content to let her set the pace.
In the car, Caroline surprised me by reaching over to buckle me into the passenger seat. On the way, her hand brushed against my erection. I thought it was accidental, until she touched it again more deliberately, and firmly.
“Very nice,” she said, gave it a little squeeze, and then dropped it. “Let’s head out.”
It wasn’t until we were cruising down the main street, still 10 minutes from the college, when Caroline casually said, “Take off your pants.”
“Really?”
She cast me a look that implied what she thought of my question. I hastened to unfasten the top button, and she turned back to the road, satisfied.
“Boxers, too, of course.”
“Yes, mistress,” I said, lifting my ass out of the seat and squirming my pants down to my thighs. My cock was already rising straight up out of my lap.
“How flexible are you, boy?” she asked me.
“Erm.”
“Can you reach your own cock with your mouth?”
I bent myself forward. I wasn’t the most flexible person, but I could touch my toes. I would never be able to take myself fully in my mouth, but I could touch my lips to the very tip of my cock.
“I want to watch you come into your own mouth,” Caroline said. “Touch yourself for me.”
This time, I didn’t hesitate. I gripped myself at the root and kept one finger against that spot that always got me, and pumped myself for and because of the confident, aggressive, sexy woman sitting in the driver’s seat next to me.
“Mmm,” she purred. “Good slave. Yes. I love to see how hard you are. It’s because I gave you all that piss, isn’t it? I could tell how much you enjoyed drinking it.”
“Yes, mistress,” I gasped as I stroked myself. “I want more.”
“You’ll get more,” she said. “If you keep up this good behavior, you’ll get a whole lot more, you lucky little toilet.”
“I-“
“Yes?”
“I- oh, god, I’m gonna come.”
“Yesss,” she hissed. “Take it in your mouth.”
So I leaned forward, and, as creamy stuff spurted up and out of my cock, I opened my mouth and caught the globs on my tongue. It was bitter. I swallowed it quickly.
“Don’t forget to clean yourself,” she warned me, so I swirled my tongue around the head of my cock, as much as I could reach.
“Good slave…”
Caroline reached out a hand and touched my knee, then trailed up to stroke my still-naked thigh, though she carefully avoided contact with my now-shrinking member. I wanted her to touch it again.
I was hoping she might want to make use of me one more time when we got back to campus, but Caroline just dropped me off in front of the dorm and told me she was going out again. So I plodded back to my room, wishing she would burst in again like she did when I was in the shower. Unfortunately, she didn’t, and I masturbated alone, reliving in my mind the events of the last few days.
And also…adding a few new things. What if Caroline touched me again, more deliberately? What if she took my cock in her mouth, not to drink me, but just to lick me…what if she ran her own thumb over that spot and stimulated me and caught my jizz in her own mouth?
I didn’t see her again that evening. I went to bed dreaming about the next time she might burst into my room and demand me down on the floor…