They act as if it was a perfectly ordinary night of TV watching. I'm wearing a slutty pair of red platform high heels, open toed and backless and nothing else. Well that is if you don't consider the dozen or so cum loads that cover my body. I am sitting on a leather couch next to my two gay bosses who are also completely naked, their hot bodies wedged next to mine.
I've just finished ejaculating an immense amount of jizz and I've agreed to stay on and be hired as their gal Friday with all that that entails.
What I wear or not, what I am to do, like suck guys cocks all day when I'm not taking care of chores around this place. Did I mention letting them piss all over me? The pay is great and the hours are long. What a deal.
I'm told it's time to go to bed and so we all wander over to the sinks. I'm in a haze still from all that sexual attention. I find my tooth brush and such and we all wash and brush to get ready for bed.
"Oh, Friday..." Saul says just as I was making up one of the futon couches into my bed.
"Yes, boss?"
"Good girl. I need to empty my bladder."
Oh.
"You do remember what I just told you about your job description, don't you?"
Vaguely. It was hard to concentrate with what they were doing to my cock and balls. Oh, yes...piss. Now I remember. I did agree to all of it.
"Of course boss. I remember, Just follow me." I walk over toward the large glass shower area and get onto the cool tile floors. I kick my heels off just as Saul stands over me holding his cock aimed at my face.
"David," Saul calls out as he begins to urinate on me, "Do you need to pee?"
Saul's hot stream of golden piss flows over my face and then he brings it down to my chest.
"Yes, I think I do." David says as he approaches me as well.
Soon both of them are holding their pricks in my direction and letting loose their warm stream of fragrant golden fluids to bathe my naked body. Saul finishes first and shakes the last drops onto my face and then walks off to bed.
Eventually David finishes as well with a happy sigh as he departs to sleep as well.
I'm sticky with their urine and just lying on the shower floor sort of in a haze.
"Jesse," David calls out from his and Saul's king size bed, "be a dear, and turn off the lights soon."
"Yes boss." I get up and slip my still wet feet into my heels as I grab a towel to wrap myself in to dry the piss off my skin. I had left a light on near my own futon, good thing, as I turn off the overhead lights. I make my way toward that haven of light to my own bed. I am exhausted and need sleep. I just lay the towel onto the futon and collapse onto it and pull the top sheet over me. Once my head hits the pillow, even the smell of the urine doesn't bother me as I dive into sleep.
***
I am roused from my sleep by someone nudging me and calling my name.
"Wake up Friday."
I look up and it's Saul. "We need to take a piss."
Huh? What does that have to do with me? I start to shake sleep out of my head as I mechanically get up. Does he want me to hold his penis while he takes a piss?
"Hurry up, Friday I can't hold it much longer. Hop to it and head to the shower."
I hear and obey, but not fully comprehending, just going on auto-pilot. I do realize that I could take a leak as well. I wander over towards the toilets but Saul grabs my arm and guides me to the shower.
"Now get down."
I do so and by this time David is standing next to Saul, holding onto his engorged prick. "Finally," David mutters.
Saul pushes me down to the tile floor of the shower. I look up at them in puzzlement.
Then it hits me. Literally as they both sigh and streams of hot golden piss bursts out of their cock heads at me. I'm being urinated on!
"Just lay down," Saul asks. "You make and easier target."
I hear and obey and as I lay there being pissed on my hand goes to my own penis and I feel the need to pee as well. I hold it my prick and then soon a third stream of golden liquid is washing over my chest and face as I empty my bladder as well.
The pungent stench of morning urine is strong and yet not offensive as it fills my senses. The warm sticky fluid that is washing over me is very familiar and I kind of like the naughty sensation it conjures in me. I'm beginning to enjoy this. I'm sort of disappointed when one by one we finish and shake the last drops of urine out of our cocks. They two head back to bed and I just lie there in the pool of warm urine.
When I wake up out of my daze, I guess I cat napped on the tile floor, I spot the time. It is almost time for them to be getting up. I go put on my red platform shoes and try to quietly in my heels get to the kitchen and get the coffee going for them. I can feel the dried piss sticking to my skin. I guess this will be what it's like every morning.
Once the coffee gets going I head over to the makeup table and begin to get dressed, blush, eye liner, mascara, lipstick, etc. get my girly face done up. I look myself over in the mirror and I think I did a good job, almost as good as David.
I blow myself a kiss as I hear them begin to stir and wake up.
I set the coffee out for them as they go to the showers to wash up. When they get out of the showers, I ask "What shall I wear for you today?"
David says for now, nothing, just the heels. In a little bit will head over to my Ex's place to pick up the remainder of my stuff to completely move in, "What time will she and everybody else in the building leave for work?"
