In This Together - Chapter 2 (Hazel) (Patreon)

I couldn’t help but be more turned on as Bo pulled out of me, and I felt his surprisingly sudden seed drip out of me. Fuck, it was so hot. Bo has always been a bit of a stud in the bedroom. He usually lasts long, and I sometimes cum through the penetration. It’s, unfortunately, very rare that he pays any attention to my clit, and I only ever got him to eat me out once. I don’t mind. I usually find my pleasure afterwards in quiet showers like the one I was about to have before he barged in with a dick set for a quick trigger.

“I’m gonna dry off,” Bo panted, clearly a little stunned by how quick he was just then.

“Okay,” I replied. “Close the door on your way out, please?”

“Sure,” Bo replied, grabbed his towel, and left the bathroom. As soon as the door was shut, I immediately grabbed the shower head and directed the water toward my pulsating pussy. I was dripping wet, and my heart was pounding with arousal. I closed my eyes, slid my fingers to my clit, and imagined him cumming quickly again as I played with myself. Never in my life had I felt more desirable, sexier, or more powerful than at that moment. I imagined straddling him in bed later, grinding on him a little and feeling his cock pulse within his pants as he came. With that thought locked in, it didn’t take long to reach climax. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure as my legs trembled and nearly gave.

After a moment to let my pleasure settle, I finished my shower and stepped out. As I towelled off, my eyes were drawn to my wet pants and panties on the floor. The sudden sexual eruption distracted me enough from the fact that I’ve been slowly going incontinent for the past year. Bo didn’t know, and I didn’t want him to, but today’s accident was too apparent. Besides, I knew what he would tell me, and I knew he was right. I needed to see my doctor and sort it out before it got worse. It was getting to the point where I couldn’t sneeze, cough, jump or strain my core in any capacity without leaking into my clothing.

Even still, I doubt I would tell him how long I was dealing with it. I only mentioned the one incident the other day and not the dozens of incidents that have been happening weekly, if not daily, now. Bo deserved better than a short girl with bladder problems, and if I didn’t sort this out quickly, he’d probably just leave me for some strong-bladdered bimbo. He is so handsome; a little gruff with some facial and body hair. He is built strong but not like a fitness freak. He’s the perfect man for me. Plus, he’s got an excellent job and a good family, and he’s really funny and patient with me as I navigate my little ‘Phazels.’

I wrapped myself in the towel and picked up my piss-soaked clothes from the floor. I walked them straight over to the washing machine and tossed them in. When I opened the machine, I was greeted with the other pairs of ruined underwear from the last week. Bo didn’t have laundry as his chore, so I wasn’t worried about him seeing it, but it served as a potent reminder of my issues.

Bo was sitting on the bed looking at his phone when I stepped in and dropped my towel.

“What was that about?” I chuckled.

“I don’t know! That’s never happened before, has it?” He asked.

“I can’t remember. Never that quick, though,” I replied.

“Weird…”

I threw on some shabby clothes and jumped onto him on the bed.

“Hey, don’t worry about it!” I said, kissing his lips and feeling his beard tickle my cheeks. “I liked it; it made me feel sexy!”

“Well, it made me feel useless!” Bo replied, laughing through his struggles.

“No, don’t say that! It actually made me hornier,” I replied and planted a long kiss on him.

“Oh yeah?” he replied through the kisses.

“Yeah…” I replied, then started grinding my sensitive pussy against his crotch and kissing all over his face and neck. I felt his cock grow underneath me, his breath get heavy, and his heart beat faster. He grabbed my ass and guided my hips as I increased my tempo. The grinding continued faster and faster until…

He didn’t cum. He tried to unbuckle his pants, but I was suddenly taken out of it. Why didn’t he cum quickly again? I stopped grinding, and he took notice.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “I thought you were horny?”

“I just…I think we should make my doctor's appointment,” I said to create an excuse for stopping.

“It’s the weekend, baby,” Bo replies. “They’re not going to be open until tomorrow.

“Right,” I groaned and rolled off Bo. I glanced down casually at his cock and noticed a small wet spot where his cock had dribbled with eagerness. I smiled, knowing he’d be frustrated, and figured if I let him wait, he’d cum quicker later.

“Well, I’m going to finish this bread and then get dinner on the go. Want fettuccine tonight?” I asked Bo.

“Sure baby,” He replied. I rolled over, kissed him, and skipped playfully out of bed.

In the kitchen, I couldn’t stop thinking about how fun it was to frustrate him. To control him. To make him cum quickly. I wasn’t quite sure why the first time he prematurely came was after I had wet myself like a gross idiot, but I wasn’t complaining.

As I was cooking dinner, I think I heard him masturbating in the bedroom, which filled me with unfamiliar thoughts. On the one hand, I would’ve let him off the hook later anyways, at bedtime, so it was strange he wanted to do it ahead of time. That fact also annoyed me, as I wanted to frustrate him for some reason. Well, I knew the reason. I wanted him to be frustrated and edged so he could replicate the shower speed.

On the other hand, I loved how horny he was for me. I pushed him to the point where he needed to frantically relieve himself in the other room or risk cumming unexpectedly. It was very hot, thinking about how boyish he was.

Suddenly, I stopped cooking and thought, am I secretly a domme? I’d always considered myself submissive with some gentle switching, but I had never considered controlling Bo like this. Granted, he seemed too big and strong to be under my control, but if I could make him cum in an instant…would I become the dominant in the relationship? The thought excited me, and I reached for my crotch to find my pussy was so wet with arousal that it dripped through my pants.

“Awe baby, did you have another accident?” Bo suddenly appeared behind me to ask. I turned around, wide-eyed, and smiled.

“...oops?”