A Pisser of a Coffee Break

This is an entry into the-750-word-project-2025 wherein writers have only 750 words to tell their stories (titles and author intro not included). It's a fun and interesting writers' challenge and thanks to jezzaz for creating it and to Duleigh for organizing this year's event. For questions on the event, please visit The 2025 750 Word Story Challenge Support Thread.

Fair Warning: Besides being intentionally short, this is also a fetish story involving bodily fluids, so you are forewarned against reading it if those things don't fall within your reading comfort zones.

A Pisser of a Coffee Break

Acting out an erotica scene in 750 words.

My job is a mix of interesting and mundane and this Monday morning the mundane is struggling to keep my focus. Instead, I keep returning to an idea for a new erotica story I daydreamed centered around a new perversion my wife and I tried this past weekend. I'm supposed to be organizing a customer's existing crappy database into one of our company's custom jobs, but I keep thinking about what a kinky married couple, just Hubby and Wifey so far, might be getting up to.

I'd like to stop and send myself an e-mail with the idea so I can work on it later, but that usually leads to me working on the story for an hour instead of doing my job, and this project is near deadline. So, I stay strong and carry-on reconciling workflows; when I take a coffee break, I'll e-mail myself a reminder of the idea.

Finally I hit a natural breaking point, and good thing too, because the sexy thoughts bubbling in the back of my mind have my balls simmering in my pants. I think I'll spend part of my break in a toilet stall, rubbing one out.

But, hmm, why sit on a hard toilet when I have such a comfy office chair and the office to myself? One officemate is at training and the other is out sick.

I peek out the office door into cubicle country and see the nearest desk is unoccupied. I quietly close and lock the door and turn off the lights; standard practice when the office is empty.

Suddenly I realize that I could actually use a trip to the restroom for its intended purpose. Hmm, what would kinky Hubby do if he had to pee at an inconvenient moment, like while watching a ballgame? He'd call on Wifey, of course. Often when I imagine an unusual scene I'll act it out to see if it actually works and this one needs testing.

I drop trou and sit my naked ass on the edge of my chair. Picking up my empty coffee cup from the desk, I drop the head of my cock heavily over the lip of the cup, just as Hubby drops his over Wifey's lower lip, her mouth just as round and wide.

I relax and enjoy the inimitable feeling of release, going slow to avoid splashing. Midway, Hubby and I halt our flows, giving Wifey a chance to swallow her mouthful while I check the level in the cup. I let flow again and the level's still safely below the rim when I finish. Wifey is eager to swallow her second mouthful, so now I act out her part, lifting the mug to my lips and savoring the warmth and flavor like mulled wine.

Meanwhile, my hand begins stroking my quickly hardening manhood, gently so as not to spill any of my naughty beverage. When the cup is empty, I stroke harder and faster.

I think of all the wonderful, nasty things my new golden couple will do in their story after their discovery of water sports and their depravity has me closing in on climax in just minutes. I focus now on how will Wifey follow up drinking a bladderful of her man's piss? Well, that's easy.

She remains on her knees, hands roughly mauling full tits, face staring up with pleading eyes. "Please, please, please," she whimpers. When my hand goes into overdrive, she growls, "Fuck, yes, give it to me, fill my slut mouth with hot cum." Then she opens wide, even wider than when she was after my piss.

I bring the empty cup into place just in time. Leaning forward, I put my cockhead within the rim and stroke myself to glorious release, blasting instead of gently flowing this time. The last drops of spunk ooze down the inside of the cup.

After cleaning my softening prick with a tissue, I button up, then place my coffee cup under our Keurig's spout and put in a French Roast pod; I'm sure it will go well with my fresh cream.

I enjoy my degenerate brew as I type out an e-mail to myself, outlining a short story about a day in the life of a hot, kinky couple who enjoy liquid love.

Then I send a WhatsApp message to my wife so she can prepare to help me act out the next scene to be sure it will also work.

Coming home 1 hour early. Hold your water.