I took my hands off her bra and peeled her hands away from her face.
“A queen should never be ashamed” I said and gave a peck on her cheeks. “Let’s get you cleaned”
*******
We walked out unnoticed. There wasn’t anyone to notice in the first place and the movie hadn’t reached intermission yet, so the theatre lights were still off.
“My pants…she started. “They’re soaked…Gosh! You made me pee, you sicko! Do you have some weird fetish or something?”
“Sorry Sweetheart. I’d prefer you squirt instead when I tease you” I replied. We reached the restroom doors and she was about to go through the door marked with the women sign when I caught her arm and dragged her into the men’s restroom next to it.
“What the!” she exclaimed, as we pushed into one of the private western toilet compartments inside. I bolted the door.
“What the fuck, Arjun?!” she let out a restrained shout. Her nostrils flared with dignity, but she was also kinda scared we might get caught if she raised her voice too much. Luckily for her and me, the toilet was empty when we entered.
“I said let’s get you cleaned, remember? In case you’re wondering, it means I’m the one who’s gonna be doing the cleaning” I said. “And you just accused me of having pee fetish! I can’t let that slip by, can I?”
“Well, you are still acting like….” she began, but I cut her short. I pushed her against the wall and tried to stick my tongue down her throat.
“Why**do**always**insist**on**being**defiant?!” I asked, smushing my lips onto hers with every word. She relented and responded aggressively. She grabbed my hair and kissed back. Our tongues twirled into each other like two snakes fighting for dominance. Something snapped in her and she suddenly bit my lips. I hissed in pain and pulled back. Our eyes glared at each other, angry and passionate. We were breathing heavier. Not taking my eyes off hers, I hooked my hand onto her jean and pulled her close.
“Pretty feisty for someone who just peed in front of me” I grinned.
Her anger turned into embarrassment and her face flustered like a million roses.
*******
I pushed her onto the toilet seat and peeled away her jeans. “Awww, you made the pussy wet” I teased, kneeling down and taking a good look at her pink hello kitty undies. “You are such a baby”
“I…I wear it only at home…It got late, so I just…I didn’t think you’d push it this far at the theatre” she protested.
“I booked a flop movie on a Monday afternoon. Please don’t fein innocence darling” I said and lip-locked her. I slid away her undies and spread her legs. Her hands raced to shield her pussy, but I slapped it away. “Don’t get cocky” I said, a wide grin on my face.
I took the hand shower hooked next to the toilet seat and sprayed water in intervals at her pussy. She flinched every time the water hit her. Understandably, her face had retained a shade of crimson. You cannot NOT be embarrassed when your boyfriend is staring at your pussy and squirting water into it. I took a tissue and wiped her pussy clean. “Now for your” I began and caught under her thighs. She squealed. I almost forgot. Her thighs were still as sensitive as her pussy. Regardless, I lifted her legs up and her tushy slid on the toilet seat, revealing her butt hole. She buried her face. “Why do you find such pleasure in humiliating me?” she whined.
“Why is your face on her so cute when you feel humiliated?” I smirked and sprayed water onto her butthole. She breathed short bated breaths. I wiped it clean with a tissue as well. “Well, shall we move on to the main course?” I sneered.
Her brown eyes looked at me in anticipation. I lowered her legs and unbuttoned her shirt. Her extra large boobs were begging to be released from the grey Hello Kitty bra. The moment I pushed it up, her boobs sprang out like two Jack in the Box toys.
“Sexy…” I mumbled as goosebumps protruded all over her body. I grabbed her boobs and proceeded to play roughly like a toddler handling a chew toy. Ripples ran across her bosoms as I squeezed them. I tickled her nipples. She swayed, causing her pulpy boobs to jiggle. It was becoming far too erotic to resist and I finally plunged my lips onto her nipples. She sat helplessly as I circled around her nipple with my tongue. “Ha.. ha.. Ah!.. Ha” she breathed and moaned. Her other nipple met with the same fate. As I sucked on one, I pinched the other. As I chewed on one, I flicked the other. As I blew on one, I tickled the other. She begged me to stop as it was getting increasingly hard for her to control her moans and men had started coming inside in large numbers. But I figured out something else. I made it so that her voice can only heard by me using my convenient magical powers. Luckily for me, it worked and fortune favoured the brave. Brave was I to test it out by biting her nipples so hard that she screamed so loud like a hundred needles ran through her flesh. Seconds passed, but nobody cared or knocked. From her expression, I could see that she was quite surprised as to the inactivity, but she didn’t realise that it was my doing and I kept it that way. The fright of getting caught got her even more excited and by the time I was done, her nipples were erect and drooling from my saliva, while her toilet seat was flooded with pre-cum liquid, that which indicated that her pipe had started to leak and needed a plumber.
