Omoerotica
Copyright© 2026 by stmiller
Chapter 2: No Holds Barred
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: No Holds Barred - Naturally, when Connor and Zephyra find each other on a fetish site, they meet for a pee holding contest.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports Small Breasts
The day after we met in real life, Zephyra and I decided not to have another holding contest. Our best two out of three would have to wait until our bladders rested up. A little light holding the following day can be pleasurable, but too much is often enough.
Instead, we both messaged each other throughout the day, making each other laugh and marking the time until we got off work. My time was up and I raced home to pack a weekend bag, which took longer than I thought because I couldn’t find the sexy little thong I had picked up a couple of years back. It took looking through a bunch of storage bins, leaving a wake of scattered clothing, sex toys, and odds-and-ends before realizing it lay wadded up in the back of my underwear drawer. I probably spent more time looking for it than I would spend wearing it, if things went well.
My old fleshlight lay on the floor, and I picked it up and unscrewed the cap, looking at the unchanging pink cyberskin vulva that had always welcomed me. “It’s okay to be jealous, old girl, but hopefully, I won’t be needing you.” My finger traced a line along the ridge of the vaginal lip, and I replaced the cap, placing it back in the plastic tub, along with the smaller, handheld pocket pussy and the vibrating sleeve and my multi-function butt-plug and cock-rings.
My cock was already hard at the thought of getting together with Zephyra again tonight, and I considered using the fleshlight for a moment. I hadn’t been this eager for someone for several years, but I didn’t want to seem too eager. That was a level of vulnerability it seemed too soon to display yet.
She wanted me to show up at 5:30 so she’d have a little time to freshen up, and asked if I could bring pizza with anything on it except anchovies. I wasn’t even sure anchovies were an option at my local pizza place. Taking a risk, I ordered my favorite: ham, bacon, and pineapple with garlic butter. After resolving to myself that I would not jump on her like a kid, I rang the doorbell; pizza and overnight bag in hand.
She answered the door wearing a sundress, her blond hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, bright green eyes smiling at me from behind her glasses. She gestured me in and leaned up to give me a kiss as I walked past her. I caught a distinct scent of vanilla and something spicy, and then her lips were on me in an all-too-brief kiss, after which she closed the door and I set the pizza down on the floor along with my bag. She gave a startled laugh when I pushed her back up against the wall next to the door and pressed my mouth to hers, my one hand cupped at the side of her head and the other reaching down to come up under the hem of the sundress.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples betrayed her arousal, which was confirmed by her hungry kiss. My hand discovered she also wasn’t wearing any underwear. If she were, it would have been soaked, as was my finger as soon as I penetrated her slit. I could feel her smiling as we kissed, and she laughed a little. “Glad to see me?” she paused mid-kiss to ask me that.
“Maybe a little,” I answered, trying to play it cool as I pressed her against the wall, my hip against hers, with my finger in her vagina. I went back to kissing her and felt her hand pressing against my cock. She tugged at my belt and got it unclasped, followed by my button and zipper, and then my pants were falling around my knees. She pushed my boxers down enough to free my eager prick and then she lifted her sundress up.
“Fuck me,” she whispered into my mouth as I was probing her with my tongue, and she widened her stance and bent her knees to give me room to get in there more easily. “Fuck me now.”
I felt her pulling me closer, and I rubbed my finger gently at her clit. “Don’t you want me to get you off first?”
“I want you to fuck me like you can’t wait to fuck me.”
With my hand already in place, I moved between her thighs and bent my knees, guiding myself to her wetness. She lifted one leg, and I could feel her calf wrapping around me. “As you wish,” I whispered as I smoothly slid my prick into her with the customary gasp. “I couldn’t wait to do that.”
That position offered exciting spontaneity, but lacked a lot of room for movement. Still, I lifted her a little with each powerful thrust, and she tried to stand on her tiptoes. I placed my forearm under her thigh, pressed against my waist, and her leg trembled to support herself as my cock thrust savagely into her, keeping her off balance.
When she realized I was trying to lift her up, she threw her arms around my neck and allowed me to lift her other thigh, where she tried to bring it up to my waist so she could lock her ankles behind my ass. I managed not to slip out of her in the ensuing shifting of body parts, and soon I was bouncing her on me, supporting her weight. I had a good grip on her and my hands were clasped behind her back with her thighs resting on my elbows, allowing me a depth of penetration that was bringing me to orgasm.
She was holding on to me for dear life, and I could feel her breathing hard as I let out a moan. “Cum in me,” she encouraged, and I sped up and grunted as I thrust extra deeply and felt the first spasm shooting my spunk hard against her cervix. I thrust several more times as my cock pumped more semen into her, and I moaned and grunted with each ecstatic ejaculation.
“As you wish,” I responded as my climax neared its end. “Goddamn, you feel so good,” I said, “I can’t wait to do that again.”
She purred against me, “And here I was afraid of seeming too eager,” she confessed.
I laughed. “Yeah, me too.”
We, or rather I, stood there for a moment with her in my arms clinging to me until I tried to adjust her placement and my shrinking pecker popped out. I felt a cramp forming in my left calf and my lower back. “I’d love to hold you like this all night, since you’re so light, but I need to set you down.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” she admonished, and she started disentangling her legs from my waist as I set her down before massaging my calf. I also realized my ass cheeks were going to be sore.
My cum was dripping out of her as she stretched her legs. “You’re leaking,” I observed.
“I don’t even have to pee,” she countered, and then looked down at the cum dripping on the floor. “Oh.”
I pulled my pants back up but didn’t bother clasping the belt. “Let’s get the pizza in the kitchen, and I’ll clean up after you.”
“After me? It’s your cum.” She pointed her finger at me and tried to look stern.
“You wanted it,” I started, “But maybe next time I’ll give it to you in your mouth.”
She let out a nervous laugh. “I’m not sure that will be necessary.” I picked up the pizza, and she grabbed my bag. “Thank you for your convincing performance.”
“Convincing?” I asked. “What was I convincing you of?”
“That you couldn’t wait to fuck me.”
“Um, Zephyr, it wasn’t an act. I resolved not to jump you as soon as I walked in the door.” We placed my bag and the pizza on the counter. “I was just going to kiss you and finger you a bit.”
“Hmm,” she mused, “I liked that a lot.” She opened the pizza box, and her eyes lit up. “Pineapple? I love pineapple.” She grabbed a piece.
“Another check in the column for why we’re compatible.”
“Piss and pineapple.” She took a bite of the now room-temperature pizza. “But seriously,” she started as she swallowed her first bite, “it’s nice to feel desired.”
I moved in and gave her a slow, deep kiss. “You have no idea.”
“I think I have some idea; I couldn’t wait for you to push me against the wall and fuck me. I actually fantasized about that today.”
“You’ll have to tell me about your other fantasies.”
“Somehow I suspect you’ll figure them out.”
I looked down and saw a couple of cum-drops under her. I removed my t-shirt in one motion and lifted her sundress enough to place it in her crotch, attempting to blot up some of my remaining cum before kneeling to wipe up the drops on the floor.
“That’s oddly sexy,” she remarked, spreading her legs slightly, “while you’re down there...” She took a bite of her pizza. I thought she was going to spit it out or choke when my tongue went straight for her clit. “Jesus! Warn a girl first!” she exclaimed, using her free hand to grab my hair.
I had never gone down on a woman while my cum was in her, and I was curious, so after she let out a long moan, I started moving to her slit, running my tongue along it and probing within the folds. I slipped a finger in there, pulling some of her wetness and remaining remnants of cum out where I could taste it. There wasn’t much to taste, but I started stroking her G-spot, which had the desired effect as she pulled my hair to get my mouth back to her clit.
In less than a minute her mouth was open in a silent cry and her thighs were shaking as she stiffened, and then relaxed again, a dreamy smile filling her face.
“Wow,” she said, shaking her head as if to clear it. “Wow.” After a moment, she started tugging at me to stand up. “Have some pizza; you’ve earned it.”
“I am rather hungry,” I admitted, “now that I have satisfied my other appetites.”
“As if. I suspect you have plenty of appetite left.”
“I should pace myself.”
“I’ll allow it.”
“That’s very gracious of you.” I laughed as I took another bite of my pizza. We were both grinning like fools, standing at the kitchen counter, eating our pizza.
“Oh, my manners,” she said with an exasperated tone, “would you like a drink? Beer, water?”
“I think I’ll have a beer.”
“It’s in the fridge,” she said with her customary impish smile. “Get me one, will ya?”
I fixed her with a stare as she took the last bite of her pizza, leaving just the end crust, which she set down on the counter. She stopped, grinned, and lifted her sundress again, pulling it off over her head and dropping it on the floor with a dramatic flourish. “Is it hot in here? Or just me?” she said while fanning herself with one hand. Then she reached for another slice of pizza and picked it up, saying, “You’ve made me very thirsty. Can I please have a beer?”
“It is definitely you, girl.” I set my pizza down and dropped my trousers again, trying to get them off over my feet. My boxers followed, and I walked naked to the refrigerator to take stock of the beer selection. A twelve-pack of Dos Equis Amber. I opened the box and pulled out two bottles, twisting off the caps exaggeratedly before handing her one. “Salut!” I exclaimed as I clinked her bottle with mine.
“Salut,” she repeated. We both took a swig, and I picked my pizza up and resumed eating. We stood in silence, naked at the kitchen counter, and I finished my first piece of pizza and went for a second, remembering the garlic butter. I pulled the paper and foil cover off the little cup, and dipped the tip of my pizza in, trying not to drip on the floor. Then I remembered the trail of cum-drops she left from the front hallway to the kitchen. It would have to wait.
She dipped a finger in the garlic butter and tasted it, then reached her slice over to dunk a bit in. “If one of us has garlic, we might as well both have it,” she explained before stealing another quick kiss.
“You’re not wrong,” I added as she resumed eating. I finished my second piece and considered a third, but with the beer and being uncertain how the evening would go, I held off. I could always have another piece later. She had started on a third piece but was slowing down herself. I decided now was a good time to clean up the cum spots in the hall and leading to the kitchen.
“I appreciate that, but I’ll just mop it down; you don’t have to do that.” She set her half-eaten slice down and leaned against the counter, hand on her hip. “It’s sexy watching you do housework, but it’s also sexy to watch you standing around looking awkward.”
I stopped to look at her and realized that if I had been wearing pants, I’d put my hands in my pockets. “I do not look awkward,” I retorted, hands fidgeting. “See? This is me not looking awkward.”
“Very convincing,” she said with a laugh. She took another pull of her beer. “I have some movies from the library. Have you seen any of the John Wick movies?”
“I’ve seen the first three,” I answered, and finished my beer.
“We have John Wick and Ballerina. I’ve seen them all but Ballerina.”
“That’s with, what’s her name, Deana D’arnas?”
Zephyra let out a snort. “Ana de Armas, but close enough, I suppose.”
“Oh, yeah, well...” I realized I probably looked awkward again. “Want another beer?”
“Sure. Let’s watch Ballerina. I’ll go get it ready.” She disappeared into a room off the kitchen, which I subsequently discovered was a family room with a sectional and recliner and a large-screen TV with cabinets for curios and knick-knacks. I found some coasters and set the two beers down on an end table while she got the movie running.
She spread a thin blanket on the sofa and motioned for me to join her as the Lionsgate logo filled the screen and the music swelled. I handed her a fresh bottle of beer, and we clinked them sitting next to each other on the sofa with our feet up on the ottoman.
We were both absorbed in the movie, and after an hour she asked if I could get her another beer. I was ready also, so she paused the movie right after the scene with the gun merchant, and I got up to grab a couple. “If you have to pee, let me know. You know you can’t waste it,” she called.
I sang a little of ‘Saving All My Love for You’, but with pee instead of love, and I could hear her going “No, no, no” from the TV room.
“Third beer’s the charm,” I said as I walked back into the room, twisting the caps off and handing her one. I sat back down, and she pulled me in for a kiss. Gentle at first and then hungrier, our tongues sparred for a minute, and then I broke away and started kissing down her cheek to her neck. I could feel my cock stirring to life again and maneuvered myself so I could lie on her.
“Hold that thought,” she whispered. “Let’s finish the movie first.”
“Right. Of course,” I agreed. Reluctantly.
We lay next to each other, with my cock glistening a drop of pre-cum at the tip as it jerked for a moment and then subsided. I reached my hand down and slid my fingers between her legs, which she parted slightly to accommodate me. I gently brushed my fingers against her lips, with no actual goal, just idly keeping my fingers busy as the movie progressed to more action. She was wet, and I slid my middle finger along her slit, and felt amongst the folds for her now familiar clit.
She placed her hand over mine and wriggled a bit, snuggling in closer as Eve, the heroine in the movie, found herself in another life-or-death struggle. When the immediate crisis was over, I found my hand had frozen, along with my breath, and I started lazily massaging her clit and the surrounding area. I found that would continue until the action picked up and then I’d notice that I stopped rubbing her at some point and would then start up again. It wasn’t until the movie was almost over, and Eve was face to face with her final adversary, that I heard Zephyra moan, and her hand tightened on mine as she urged me to circle her clit faster. In a moment, she had gasped, and I felt her stiffen again, and then it was over, and she gently laughed as Eve moved into the resolution of the movie.
“Good timing, Connor.” She squeezed my hand again when the credits started rolling. “I think I had a happier ending than she did.”
“I would hope so.” I hadn’t noticed while watching the movie, but I had to pee. The pressure was building and the leaking would start any time now.
“Do you have to pee too?” she asked as if on cue. “After last night, I don’t want to hold for very long, but...” she trailed off and got her legs under her to stand up. “Let’s away to the bedroom,” she said with a dramatic flourish, sweeping her arm open and indicating the doorway. I got up and squirmed as I suppressed my first leak.
“I’m definitely ready when you are.”
“Music to my ears.” She stopped the disc and turned off the TV. “Around the corner and the second door on the left. Try not to drip on the carpet too much,” she said with a grin. I stood waiting for her, and she walked up to me and then slapped my ass hard. “Get moving, will ya?”
I grabbed her by the arm and spun her halfway around, striking one of her thick ass cheeks with my open palm, along with the resounding slapping sound. She scooted forward.
“Daddy,” she purred, “Whatever will you do with your naughty girl?”
“Whatever I want.”
“You’ve got that right.” She took my hand and walked me around the corner and down the hall, past the bathroom and into her bedroom. The king-sized bed was stripped of everything but the sheets. She continued to pull me, and she put her knee on the bed and then crawled across it, with me climbing on behind her. She flopped onto her back and spread out her arms and legs. “I’m your fully poseable action figure, Daddy.” Her green eyes sparkled behind her glasses as she reached out to grasp my cock. Her thumb stroked the head. “Are you leaking or just glad to see me?”
“A bit of both.” I moved between her legs and placed my hands under her ass, pulling her closer. “Now, what fun positions can I pose you in?”
She giggled. “I forgot. Check the corner.” She indicated the corner of the bed, so I crawled over and investigated, and there was a strap with a thick fabric strip on the end with Velcro.
“Oh, you weren’t kidding about the restraints.”
“I bet you can’t put them on me.”
“What?”
“I bet you can’t put them on me. I’m sure I’m too much for you.”
“Are you sure we shouldn’t use the bathroom first?”
She sneered at me and grabbed the restraint, attempting to place it on my wrist. “I have a waterproof cover on the bed and a quilted liner under the sheet. We can both wet the bed without worry.”
I pulled my wrist free and went to the other side of the bed, pulling up the next restraint. I grabbed her arm and pulled it straight, despite token resistance from her. The fabric wrapped around her wrist, and I secured the first Velcro restraint.