Piss Heaven

By Lolly Pope

Paul works as head security at a special school and he had the luck to discover something very interesting going on in the school basement two years ago, along with the principal’s secret wet fetish. Which happens to be his fetish too! So instead of exposing her and the illegal headquarters of her club, he graciously accepts a full membership, starting with having some hot action in her office.
He has been single for far too long, mainly because he couldn’t find a person ready to indulge his watersports fantasies, but that was about to change when he decide to attend one of the principal’s big orgies.

Wet Games At School - Book 4

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lolly Pope
• Release date: Feb 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310817946

Lolly Pope

Lolly Pope has hidden her fantasies for way to long. It's time for them to be written. She writes erotica with a little twist.Too long she thought they were too weird to be exposed, but nothing good happens without taking a chance. The result of that taken chance are all this erotic tales that where swirling in her mind since she was very, very young.

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PISS HEAVEN

WET GAMES AT SCHOOL

BY

LOLLY POPE

1

The day had begun perfectly, with me getting out of bed and falling right on my face after stumbling upon my dog, Frodo. I muttered swears words and profanities, glaring at it all the way to the bathroom. The dog just looked back at me with that innocent face, wiggling his tale just because I had talked to it. Now, don’t get me wrong, I loved the pooch, but not at seven o’clock in the morning after a long night out partying. I had a head ache from Hell and my tongue felt like sandpaper.

Anyway, after the most needed shower and after shaving, I dressed for work, took the dog out for a very short walk, then got in my car and drove for work. I had woken up with a raging hard-on, but since I had set my alarm as late as I possibly could, I hadn’t gotten the chance to deal with it and now it was pulsing grudgingly in my underwear. I wasn’t married. And I didn’t have a girlfriend. The last one ditched me two years ago after I had cheated on her. I had known back then that it was a bad move, but once I got horny and hot, I couldn’t be stopped. That’s why I opted to stay single from that moment on. I only had Frodo for company and more often than not my hand and my Fleshlight.

I did miss the pussies, of course. But I had a way of dealing with that. I could find an available woman to fuck whenever I wanted to, I just didn’t always have the time.

My dick pulsed again in my pants. Calm down, you fucker! I’m gonna take care of you when we get to the office! Stop complaining, we’re not twelve years anymore!

But it didn’t stop complaining. Still, I couldn’t stroke myself while I bought myself a huge cup of Orange Juice and a cup of black coffee. Usually, I didn’t eat in the morning. I couldn’t. I was like those pregnant women who got nausea after every breakfast. But I did drink the juice, a healthy habit that my mother taught me when she realized I couldn’t keep anything else in my stomach in the morning.

By the time I got to my miserable office at the school where I worked as a security guy, I had drunk almost half of my juice and all my coffee. The computers were on and the screens were all showing images from the classes and the school premises. I had seen a lot of crazy things since I had started working here and I knew a lot of things too. Like those three wackos that thought nobody knew they fucked in the girls’ locker room after midnight. Oh, I knew. My co-worker Don and I had installed some new cameras around the building and we could see everything that was going on.

At least that morning, everything seemed to be fine. I plopped on my chair and booted up my own laptop, my mind already set on the movie that would help my nuts feel all better after a good wank. Before searching for my kind of porn on the internet, I remembered to lock the door.

Grinning, I typed the name that I knew by heart and sought my Fleshlight in one of the drawings of my desk. This was a new one that I had bought only a couple of months ago. Back home I had and old version, but still fully operational. I should have used my hand, but since I didn’t actually have something important to do all the damn day, I thought I could revel myself with a long session of masturbation. I was head of