Toilet Slave

Kaylie texted Ashley “SBMH” which meant “smoke break, my house” and that they would meet on Kaylie’s dad’s patio, smoking cigarettes and hang out. Their two houses backed up to each other in the neighborhood separated by a small greenspace and they’d been living there since birth. They were inseparable since the age of five and now both being 16, very well versed in the ways of adult pleasure.

Ashley smoked her first cigarette at age 13 and Kaylie quickly picked up her friend’s habit as well. They were nearly identical both physically and psychologically. Many people seeing them together often mistook them for sisters and sometimes twins. Both had better than average physical builds, blonde, similar aptitudes in schools, the same tastes in music, boys, girls, clothes and about everything else. Continue reading Toilet Slave

Extreme stories about a reluctant housewife becoming a whore

It was 6:15 am and the alarm woke Jan from her sleep, she was so tired. Another sleepless night and another night of frustration, Jan had not had sex with her husband for nearly two weeks, and she desperately needed his stiff penis or hand inside of her. All night she was hoping that he would take her as he so often had in the past. It was not uncommon that many a sexual drought has been broken by the realisation that she wasn’t having sex in a dream, but that her husband Jeff was making a duck’s beak with his hand was pushing all five fingers inside of because when it came to sex, she was always conflicted.

So, this morning she woke to the realisation if she didn’t have sex soon she would go crazy. After several weeks of no sex she realised she need to cum badly, and if he wouldn’t do it for her, she would reluctantly do it herself. She swung her legs out of bed, and slowly forced herself to get moving. She placed her dressing gown on, grabbed her clothes and, made her way to the bathroom.

Continue reading Extreme stories about a reluctant housewife becoming a whore

Drinking the Receptionist’s Pee

When we finally arrived at the resort, it was getting late already. The hotel I had booked stood a little apart from the rest and didn’t have its own beach connected to it, but it looked really nice and was affordable. Plus, not being in an area with lots of drunken tourists was a definite advantage in my book.

The lady at the reception looked a little tired when we walked in, pulling our suitcases behind us, sweating from the heat and the walk. My friend and sub Martina was looking around excited while I checked us in. I gave the receptionist our names and she looked them up. “Okay, that’s… a suite, correct?” she looked at me over the rim of her glasses.

I smiled my sweetest smile and nodded. “Unless you’ve got a dungeon with racks and whips for us, then by all means we’d take that,” I said cheekily.

Martina slapped my butt and looked embarrassed at the clerk. She was very beautiful in that moment, her long dark hair framing her tanned, delicate face, a blush giving her a rosy complexion. Her skin was still shiny from sweat, which made her green dress cling to her body tightly, showing her enormous breasts nicely. The receptionist cleared her throat and turned her attention to the computer again. “Room 221A,” she said finally, handing us our key cards. “Would you like me to show you?”

I smiled again. “Well, that depends on what you’d like to show us.”

Without a word, she motioned us to follow her and led us towards the elevator. From behind, I got a nice view of her figure. She was dressed stylish, in a nice pants suit that was cut just tight enough to show her curves, and just loose enough not to be too sexy. I figured her to be about Martina’s age, around 40, and she had bottle blonde hair which she wore in short curls. Her walk still had some sway in it that showed she liked to be sexy.

When we reached the elevator, she had already called it for us, and we all went inside. Martina took my hand as we went up, kissing me softly on the lips while the woman tried her best to ignore us and stared intensely at the buttons on the wall. I moaned a little from my girlfriend’s touch and leaned back against the wall, grabbing her butt. “Mmmmh, not yet,” I whispered, but loud enough that the woman could still hear us. “You’ll get your taste of pussy soon enough.”

When we arrived at the second floor, she led us down a corridor, all the way down towards the end. 221A was the last room at the right. With a keycard that was hanging from her neck, she unlocked the door for us and swung it open, letting us walk inside. “Is there anything I can do…” she started, clearing her throat again. “…Anything else you need from me?”

We looked around the room. It was spacious, clean, light and smelled nice, with a large, comfortable looking bed on the window side and a nice, large bathroom. “Well,” I said, turning towards her. “That depends on if you want to join us or not.”

She looked at me hesitantly, not sure what to say. “I… I really don’t know… what do you mean?” she stuttered.

I let myself fall on the bed, exhausted from the trip, pulling up a leg. From where she was standing, she might have been able to look up my skirt and see my pubes and sweltering pussy. I lifted my arms under the back of my head and looked at her. “Well, we’ve come here to have as much fun as two girls can possibly have. As soon as you close that door, we’ll be exchanging body fluids left and right. So if you want to join us in that, this is your chance.”

Martina stood by the side, looking at me, then her, holding her breath. She was excited, and embarrassed at the same time, and didn’t quite know what to say. The woman looked at me for a moment, then slowly closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath. I smiled. “I’m Kathrin,” I said, introducing myself again, even though she already knew our names.

She nodded. “Giulia,” she said, still standing with her back against the door.

I motioned Martina to come closer. “Lick me clean, my little girlfriend,” I told her.

Martina smiled, getting into a role that was comfortable and familiar to her. She went to the floor on all fours, slowly crawling up to me. When she had reached the bed, she carefully pushed my skirt up all the way and began to lick up along my thighs. If she minded the woman watching us, she didn’t show it. I moaned, squirming a little when she had reached my pussy, lapping up the sweat and wetness from the trip as her nose rubbed against my damp pubes. “MMmh, you smell soo good today, mistress,” she moaned as she inhaled deeply.

I nodded, running my left hand through her hair, pulling it back. “I hope so,” I said. “Because there’s a lot of me for you to lick. ” She nodded, then pulled herself up, one hand resting on my pelvis as she slowly rubbed my clit while her head wandered up my body, kissing and licking my skin wherever it was exposed. She ran her tongue from my cleavage to my throat, then across my shoulder out to my arm, paying special attention to my armpits, my hair wet and clinging from sweat. Feeling her lick me there turned me on to no end.

I looked up again and saw Giulia still standing by the door, but now with a hand down the front of her pants while the other was playing with her breast under her jacket. I smiled. “Come closer,” I said. “You’ll get a better look from here.”

Hesitantly, she stepped forward, slowly walking to the side of the bed while Martina began kissing me, her fingers probing my pulsing pussy. I turned my head sideways towards her. “Make yourself comfortable,” I said. She smiled nervously, but sat down on a chair besides the bed. As I pulled my dress under my breasts, letting them fall out full and heavy, playing with my nipples as Martina went back to sucking my clit, she opened her pants and her hand went back inside.

Martina knew exactly how to play with me, and with three fingers up my twat she rubbed my insides just as I liked it. I bit my teeth, breathing heavily, watching Giulia play with herself. “Mmmh, you like how my slut eats me out?” I asked her through clenched teeth. “You’re jerking your cunt off watching her eat my soppy pussy, huh?” I pinched my nipples, groaning, as Martina bit my clit.

Giulia nodded, moaning softly. I groaned again, pulling at Martina’s hair. “You want her to eat you out too?” I asked the receptionist. She nodded again, too shy to speak.

Martina looked up at me, her lips and chin shiny from my pussy liquid. I nodded my head towards Giulia. “Go ahead,” I said. Martina nodded and crawled, again on all fours, towards the chair. Her breasts hung saggy down and swung as she moved. When she arrived between Giulia’s legs, she helped her pull her pants down, which the woman reluctantly let her do. Martina purred as she caught her first glimpse of Giulia’s underwear. I was right about her, she liked being sexy after all. She wore a sheer, see-through black thong and dark stockings with a black smooth garter belt. Through the fabric, a small patch of dark pubic hair was visible, but she had shaved most of it along the sides.

My slave pulled the thong aside with her teeth and began licking the receptionist’s labia just as intensely as my own. Her tongue flicked quickly across Giulia’s little clit, which seemed to arouse her like nothing else. She squirmed and held Martina’s head in place, moaning louder and louder. I stepped behind Martina, pulling up her skirt to reveal, once more, her big round butt and the sweet moist area between her legs. Just for good measure, I gave her buttocks a heavy smack, watching them jiggle. She moaned.

“You want it in your ass, slave?” I asked her harshly.

She paused her licking for a moment and moaned: “Yes, goddess. I’m just an ass whore, my worthless cunt is not worthy of your touch.” I smiled, remembering how much she liked anything that had to do with her arse and tits. I pulled out some lube from my suitcase and let it run between her asscrack, rubbing it all over her anus. She munched and moaned further on Giulia’s pussy as I slipped my fingers, pressed tightly, into her big latina ass. “Oh YES!” she moaned, almost screaming. “YES, like that!!” I drilled my right hand harder into her asshole, feeling it stretch and widen, painfully, the closer it came to my knuckles.

“And what do we say to our guest?” I asked her, teasingly, as I forced my hand inside her, moving it in and out as her asshole stretched.

She gulped, looking up at Giulia, then gathered her courage and said sternly. “Please miss, piss on me.”

The receptionist looked stunned, not knowing what to say or do. “I… I don’t know if…”

I slapped Martina’s ass again. “She likes it,” I said to the woman. “Don’t worry, just treat her like a whore and let her have it.”

Giulia’s face grew bright red as she looked down, where Martina had opened her mouth wide right at the base of her pussy, waiting patiently. “Please, give me your piss, milady,” Martina said again, meekly. I heard Giulia moan softly, and something began to trickle, then Martina started slurping quickly and greedily. I bit my teeth and forced the rest of my hand up her asshole, feeling her sphincter tighten around my wrist as it entered. Martina moaned loud and long, but kept her lips firmly around Giulia’s pussy, swallowing her pee down.

After a few moments the receptionist grew bolder, and the trickle became a small stream, gushing into Martina’s slave mouth while my hand was digging down her intestine, fucking her ass hard and deep as she deserved it. She came, hard and violently, inadvertently biting Giulia’s clit, whose piss in turn squirted down on her throat and tits as she came herself. I left my hand lodged inside Martina for a minute, waiting for her to calm while Giulia caressed her face and kissed her gently. When I finally pulled out, she had gotten up and pulled her pants up again, getting back to being prim and proper for her job at the reception desk.

Martina crawled happily onto the bed and closed her eyes while I stood up, my hand greasy from lube. The receptionist smiled at me, then took my slimy fingers and began licking them. “If there is anything I can do for you, just give me a call,” she said as she left, handing me her card. “Day and night.”

Pissing sex stories – In the pool

This particular Saturday afternoon was hot but not overwhelmingly so. We had done the usual summer Saturday routine of mowing and trimming the lawn in the early morning, cleaning the house and doing laundry in the early afternoon. About mid afternoon, we decided to kick back, relax, have a few beers and lounge around the pool. I put half a dozen beers in a cooler with ice, put one more each in a couple of cool can holders while my live in girlfriend used the bathroom, changed into her bikini and picked up the beers on the way outside. I then used the bathroom, changed into my swimsuit and went outside.

She was already laying on the air mattress in the pool. Boy did she look good laying there, tan, small beads of water on her skin, etc.. I jumped on the other air mattress and settled in. In between talking and diving in the pool to get cool every once and a while, at this point we had each gone through a couple beers and about an hour had passed.

It was about then we heard our next door neighbor splash into their pool. Over time we had become friends with our neighbors Joan and Tom. Curious as to who was in the pool, Kathy, my girlfriend, called out “hi neighbor”, then stepped out of the pool, peered over the fence and began a conversation.

As it turned out, Joan was the one who dove in. Tom appeared to not be around. Joan hopped out and now stood on the other side of the fence continuing her conversation with Kathy. The fence was low enough so that, with their respective heights, they could see each other from just below the neck up. Joan looked my way and said hi. Never missing a chance to see Joan’s long blond hair, slender body, and huge tits up close, I stepped out of the pool, grabbed three fresh beers and walked over to join the conversation.

This was my and Kathy’s third beer since getting into the pool now over an hour ago, and I offered one to Joan. She took it, popped the top and did one of those lick the entire length of the can things and laughed. Joan loved to taunt guys. God I bet she was fun. Anyway, so that got it started. The beer was kicking in and the lick was provocative enough to get my mind going, right down the gutter. As I said, about now the beer was starting to kick in, in more ways than one. I was aware that I was beginning to have to pee, real bad. The combination of beer, no food and all the water we drank throughout the day to keep ourselves hydrated during our Saturday chores was catching up to me now.

I was standing behind Kathy at this point and we were both close enough to the fence that Joan could probably see down to just above our waists but not much lower. I’m thinking at this point, the right thing to do is excuse myself, go inside and use the restroom. On the other hand, we were having one of those “interesting” conversations and my mind was beginning to wander. It is probably a guy thing, but I started to think of ways to remain there in the conversation, and pee yet not let on that I was doing so. How totally erotic, standing right there in front of our very sexy neighbor and peeing right in front of her without her knowing. I was starting to get a hard on just thinking about it.

The problem is that with the heat, Kathy and I were both nearly dry. Our bathing suits were not dripping anymore, and the pool water around our feet was nearly gone. It would have been easy to pop out and pee while I was still dripping wet but now, this would not go unnoticed. So how do I do this and not have it drip so fast onto the sidewalk that Joan would notice the sound. I was pretty sure Kathy would be cool about however I did this, heck it may even get her excited as well but I am sure that is just the beer talking at this point. Several more minutes go by, the conversation continues. My mind is racing, I really have to pee now, but I’m committed to do this. The question is how.

I look down and see the blue floral bikini bottom covering Kathy’s nice tight butt. It rides low in back exposing the start of the division between her two rather firm, exquisitely shapely butt cheeks. What if I could casually pull my dick out, pull her bathing suit down a little in back, put my dick down her suit between her cheeks and pee. I was tall enough to make it feasible. The pee would run down Kathy’s crack, past her butt hole, past her pussy, then down her legs and no splashing or dripping anywhere. I remember thinking I might actually get away with this nasty little fantasy. If I did it slowly, discretely, I figured Joan would not suspect a thing.

So now I shift my weight, move in closer behind Kathy and hook my finger in the nice little gap between her suit and butt cheeks. Kathy feeling my finger in her crack, casually reaches her hand behind her, open palmed and runs it between my hand and her skin moving the swim suit bottom down slightly as she does so. Oh my God, for real, what is Kathy doing I think to myself. Joan can see Kathy’s hand has moved behind her back and can probably see according to the position of my arm that my hand is on her but butt. I hope she suspects nothing yet and continue talking as if nothing is going on. Kathy slides her hand back up her cheeks then outside of my hand guiding my fingers down her crack, lower and lower, exposing more and more of her very cute ass in the process. It is hard to concentrate now. I don’t know what Kathy is up to, but I do know I have to pee so bad I can’t see straight any more. Would I spoil the moment if I peed down her bathing suit interrupting what she seems to want to do, or would it be OK, decisions, decisions.

Clearly Kathy is into this “let’s do something erotic right there in front of Joan without Joan really catching on” thing. By now, her hand has guided my fingers to her poop shoot and is pressing me to go there with one of my fingers. I respond with a slight pressure to knock at the door with my finger but then slowly move my hand signaling my way out of her bathing suit. She starts to go back down with her own hand as if to do herself what she wanted me to do but slowly comes back up and crosses her arms in front of her. Meanwhile, I shift my weight, move slightly closer to the back of Kathy and decide that I am going to try this kinky little fantasy that I have been having.

I’ve totally lost track of the conversation by now, but Kathy is still going strong. Joan unexpectedly leans forward enough to see below our waists but it is more a matter of just moving around, shifting her weight, not that she is looking for something or expecting something. Joan resumes her stance and so now I slowly reach my hand down, pulling the front of my bathing suit down in the process. I reach further and pull my now semi hard dick out and point it toward the back of Kathy, brushing up against her back with the head of it in the process. I take my hand and once again hook the fabric of Kathy’s suit and pull it down slightly. I glance down to see that the fabric has stayed and her gorgeous butt crack is in full view.

Kathy now shifts her weight and lets her arms fall to her sides for a moment. She then reaches around in back finding my dick in the process. She directs the head down to where she can feel it rest at the top of the swimsuit fabric and stops for a moment. Mind you, she is dong this all the while continuing to talk with Joan. Kathy is amazing I think to myself.

So now I need to just relieve the pressure and I nervously let out a small amount of pee down her butt crack, then I stop, looking for some sort of sign whether this is OK or not. I know she can feel it and am honestly worried she will move away or pull her hands back around to her front. Then, all of a sudden, with a subtle but convincingly firm stroking motion, I have my answer. Holy shit, this is going to be OK. I am sure Joan can tell I am distracted by something but doesn’t waiver in her conversation with Kathy as I begin to try and let my pee out slowly enough to go where it is supposed to go. The problem is that I have to go so bad that within a few seconds, pee is gushing from me, and flowing outside of Kathy’s swimsuit and onto the pavement, making that unmistakable sound of water hitting a hard surface. I instinctively summon all my power to stop the flow and quiet the splashing. If I am lucky, Joan did not notice, If I am not, I am so busted.

No visible reaction from Joan so I shift my weight again, this time guiding both Kathy and my hands so that her suit is lowered a bit more and my dick is further between her sweet butt cheeks. I start to pee again, this time it is a stronger stream and it is all I can do to hold it back from full pee mode. To my relief it is working and all of my pee is going where it is supposed to go. Kathy is still holding her now pee drenched hand on my dick as I continue to let more of the clear warm liquid make its way down her butt crack, her legs, and finally to the ground.

After what seemed like forever, I am finally done. Kathy’s hand however remains firmly attached to my dick, and now she shifts her position a little bit. I glance down and notice the puddle of water at our feet making its way to the planter at the side of the cool deck. Now I notice the size of the puddle is not diminishing but is growing. Obviously Kathy is peeing too. Oh how I wish my dick would go far enough down her butt crack for her to pee directly on it, maybe another time. This however is so fucking cool I can hardly stand it.

Until now I had wondered why Joan had glanced behind us a couple times in the last few minutes. Now it was clear, where there had been no “water” in her view, now there was. No one had recently stepped out of the pool so where did it come from? Oh where oh where. I surmised she knew but said nothing. Heck, for all I know she was doing the same on her side, we just couldn’t see from where we stood. I asked if everyone was up for another beer and got all thumbs up/ I broke away from Kathy and walked over to get the last three beers out of the cooler and returned to the conversation. It was all I could do to keep a straight face as I handed the beer to Joan, hoping the bulge in my swimsuit was not as visible as I felt it was.