Jim was feeling rather lucky to be alive after the crash. I suppose he shouldn’t complain too much about being left in a full body cast, virtually unable to move. After all, he escaped paralysis by inches. But things were quite boring, laying there day after day, with not even a single visitor. That was, until his ex heard about his condition.
You see, Jim was kind of a little behind on his alimony payments, and the bitch was none too pleased. Now she saw her chance to exact a little revenge, a little payback for that slap across the face that started the whole break-up.
To prepare, the bitch hit the gym for a solid 2 hour work-out. She had kept herself in fine shape for her age, so a big sweat like this was routine. But she kept her water intake to a minimum. Then early to bed for a long sleep. The next morning, to her delight, she found little pressure to visit the bathroom first thing. She was going to keep this thing going as long as possible. Having only a few sips of juice and some toast for breakfast allowed her to make it past noon before her blabber started to send out signals. She knew it was time, changed her clothes, grabbed her things and headed for the hospital. Along the way, she quenched her growing thirst with a large bottle of cold water. ‘Ah, relief’, she thought, ‘but it will be worth it!’
When she got there, she was again delighted to find Jim recovering in a private room. ‘That cheap fucking bastard’ she thought. ‘He can lay out for this kind of insurance but not for me eh? Well, we’ll see how this goes down!’
She walked in confidently, dressed in her black mini, complete with heels and stockings and low cut blouse, and quickly closed the door behind her. Jim could turn his eyes towards the door and they popped out of his head when he saw her coming across the room. He could barely mutter a few words with all the bandages and the broken jaw. Without a word she pulled around the privacy curtain and wheeled the food table over the bed and Jim’s chest. She jumped up and sat on the table with her purse beside her. She put her legs on either side of his head and let her legs fall slightly apart. Jim could only lay there, bewildered, staring up the mini at a neatly trimmed pussy beautifully framed by the black lace tops of her stockings. He raised his eyes further to meet her staring gaze from above.
Man, she was hot! Old Jim here was starting to think he was somehow going to get lucky. Some kind of sympathy fuck or something, although he had no idea how he would manage such a feat anyway. She spoke and popped him out of his little dream. ‘So how you been Jim?’ she said quietly. ‘OK’ he replied, sounding like someone getting his teeth filled. ‘Didn’t expect to see me did you? she said. She carried on a little more small talk and then decided to make her move. Her bladder was straining at the limit now. She thought for a second that it had been nearly 24 hours since the last time she went pee.
She pulled out a clear plastic tube from her purse. The end had a mouth piece and an elastic band. She toyed with it a little. Jim took note but didn’t understand. Thoughts of getting lucky disappeared from his brain. She parted her legs further and Jim looked in for the parting pink flesh. That’s when she leaned forward and pushed the mouthpiece into Jim’s mouth and secured it with the band. Jim was caught off guard but was helpless to resist and quickly realized he could not spit the thing out. The end of the tube ran in over Jim’s tongue and towards his throat, not far enough to gag, but far enough that he couldn’t block it with his tongue. The mouthpiece, combined with Jim’s broken jaw meant he couldn’t get a good seal with his lips either.
Now the moment was here and she was anxious to relish it. ‘You never should have stopped paying the money Jim’ she said, ‘and you never should have hit me, you bastard!’ She reached over and pulled out a small funnel from her purse. ‘My lawyer will be in touch about the money’ she said. She attached the funnel to the other end of the plastic tube. ‘This is for hitting me!’
Feeling in total command of the situation she stood up on the bed, feet still on either side of Jim. Looking down, she saw fear in his eyes. She pulled her skirt high up on her waist, exposing her privates. She pulled the tube straight and placed the funnel beneath her pussy. She was squeezing hard now to keep from bursting, she needed to go so bad. Just one more second, one more jab she thought. Looking down, she asked ‘do you know what happens when you get dehydrated Jim?’ His eyes were wide and staring, frozen in time. She answered in a tormenting evil tone ‘it makes your piss concentrated and vile!’
With that said, she turned her attention to her task and piddled a little trickle into the funnel. The color was dark yellow and it was every bit as vile as promised. Jim’s eyes followed the yellow venom down the tube. In an instant it hit his throat. She watched with pleasure as he wrenched, gagged and eventually swallowed his first sampling. She was pleased to note that only a small portion of the liquid gold which entered his mouth actually spilled, the rest finding it’s way to the intended destination… down the bastard’s throat!
‘There, that wasn’t so bad now was it? You know, if you don’t struggle so much, you won’t hurt yourself. And if you struggle that much for the rest of it, you will be in real pain’ She pushed hard and unleashed a torrent of steamy hot yellow piss into the funnel. Jim’s mouth overflowed and piss squirted out his lips and down over his face. After choking down another 3 mouthfuls he saw the level of piss dropping to the bottom of the tube, only to see the bitch top it back up again. The pressure from the full funnel was immense and piss was forcing its way up Jim’s nose as well as down his gut. This whole process of fill and drain was repeated five more times, in between which Jim was reminded what a cocksucker he was.
Finally, the last gush turned to a dribble and she was empty. Holding the funnel high, she climbed down and leaned in close to Jim’s head so she could hear him up close swallow the last few drops and see the look in his eyes. She felt vindicated, satisfied, and strangely turned on. As soon as it was gone she whipped off the tube and put the stuff back in her purse. ‘Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, you wrenching piss bag bastard!’ she quipped, and abruptly left the scene. Later, the attending nurse asked Jim why he smelled so badly and how his pillow got so wet. Jim refused to answer. He skipped supper that night also. Stomach was a little queasy.
- the end -
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