Morning glory

Stirring awake the eyes fluttered open enough to see Him lying there. The eyes closed as the mind quietly wondered if He was awake and contemplated going back to sleep... as the bladder made its pressing case for getting up...

When suddenly there was a flurry of covers and He pounced on a newly exposed nipple.

As one cried out no, no, fingers were slid into a cunt still wet from last night. The bladder became more insistent as His hand applied pressure...

A flurry of futile struggles erupted.

No, no, one cried once more...

Nothing happened.

Umm... you know that's the magic word... you're supposed to stop.

Your feeble struggles excite me He replied, with a mouth full of nipple.

He rolled one over as one small slave struggled ineffectually while crying rape!

Oh you know how to turn me on He cried, as he pulled one up onto reluctant knees.

Not bothering to pull out the Njoy He pulled apart moist lips and forced his way into a wet but resistant cunt. Grabbing one firmly by the hips He fucked one with quick, vicious strokes, his balls slapping against flesh as his cock made everything press up against the screaming bladder. With a final thrust He came and pushed one out of the way like a used rag...

Now the cunt thinks it won because it usually looses to the arse, when really it was the bladder... it was full enough to not let anything win over its insistent need to pee...

And later the arse felt victorious once more as it was taken in the shower...

But really, the only winner was Him.