Forbidden Love, Watersports [M] [F] [anal] [fist]

FORBIDDEN LOVE, GOLDEN SHOWERS, AND FACE FUCKING

I want a woman I do not know. Well, we’re Facebook friends in that roundabout way. A mutual friend posted something that we both commented on. We got into a lengthy chat. I friended her. She accepted. From then on, we had this one little inside joke about always wanting a Big Mac cheat meal for dinner. One day she posted an article she’d written. I’m a journalist and I often need contributors, so I messaged her. We got to talking and she ended up contributing a few articles.

Her articles were great. She was beautiful. She was also married and had children. And I had a partner. I’d say girlfriend, but she always got upset with that word and since I wasn’t the marrying type, we compromised on “partner.”

One day, this “friend” posted something on Facebook about depression and anxiety. I could relate. We got to talking. She said her marriage was in big time trouble. They’d just grown apart. Things weren’t going the way she had wanted and so, in order to be clear headed, she decided to visit a therapist to decide if a divorce was best.

I told her of my problems. On her side—by the way, her name was Josie—she wasn’t having any sex. Her husband wouldn’t touch her. And I was having too much sex. I know, I know, that seems like a made up problem. But when the girlfriend—er, uh, partner, wants a baby and you do not, sex becomes a huge source of anxiety.

I know what you’re thinking: Just leave. You don’t want a wife and a kid, she does. Relationship: Over. Well, not that easy. You spend enough time with a person and they become a part of your life. You empathize with their struggles and their insecurities. You feel for them and love them and don’t want to imagine never seeing them again, despite this clear rift. So, you move at a snail’s pace.

Sex? Well, uh, not tonight. I’ve got a headache.

And then, the partner wakes up and goes to work and you wake up an hour later, pull up photos of Josie and jerk off and imagine a life free of drama with amazing sex and zero risk of a broken condom or an accidental pregnancy.

Sometimes, when you do have sex, you actually pretend to cum right before you actually do, and then you out and bust into the condom. You know it’s insane.

You want Josie. In one of your conversations, you found out that she uses an IUD. Not that it matters, though, because they don’t fuck anymore. And you can’t imagine why. She’s drop dead gorgeous. She’s funny and smart and sweet and kind and all you want is to bury yourself inside of her.

She’s a fabulous cook and occasionally, she sends you photos of her meals. I also happen to be a great cook, so I send her photos, too. That night, my girlfriend was out at a work event and wouldn’t be home until very late. I sent Josie a message that said, “If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”

I waited for a second, just to see what happened. Three dots appeared. She was typing. And then, before she could hit send, I sent her a photo of my dinner. The dots stopped. I imagined a sea of anxiety floating up inside of her. Was this really happening? Was he asking to see me nude? And then, the punch line. A photo of my dinner.

What was she doing on her end? Masturbating? Did this exchange turn her on?

I was falling for her. She was falling for me. We spoke almost every day. About life. Work. Relationship problems. And, of course, sex. I learned about her fetishes. She learned about mine.

She said she’d never had a watersports fetish before and didn’t know much about it. Did she want me to pee on her? Did I want her to pee on me? Bathe in it? Fuck in the puddle? I told her that in addition to the average relationship drama, our sex life was highly lacking some of the key things I wanted. The girlfriend explained that because I refused to marry, she didn’t respect me and the thought of my cock in her mouth repulsed her. However, sex was fine because, hey, if the condom broke and she got pregnant, she’d end up with what she wanted.

One night Josie asked where the girlfriend was. She was working late. My phone rang. It was Josie. She had never called me. I’d never heard her voice.

“Hello?”

And then, a stream of piss splashed into the toilet. She held the phone to her pussy until she was done and then, the line went dead.

I throbbed. I wish I had known that was going to happen. I’d have jerked off. In fact, I could jerk off. She had Snapchat! I send her a quick video pulling myself out of my boxer briefs. And then, a glimpse and the video was over.

“Tease,” she responded.

A second video of my cock in my hand.

“More, please.”

Finally, the money shot. Six thick streams lined the bathroom sink.

“Hungry,” she wrote back.

A video appeared. She had a thick bush, neatly maintained. She pulled her lips apart with her fingers and slid one inside of herself.

I wrote back. “More, please.”

A moment passed. And then another. And no more videos.

Five minutes passed and I think I hit refresh a million times. Finally, a video. She was bent over the bathroom sink with a pink dildo inside of her asshole.

I was hard again and another video was in her inbox. We sent each other videos back and forth until we both came and then, it was off to bed.

In the morning, she sent me a text message. She was out! Divorce papers would be sent to her husband that day. She understood the complexity of relationships and told me there was no pressure and no hurry on my end. But one day, she’d like to meet up.

I went into the bathroom and had a full blown panic attack. This was happening. But how could I possibly cheat on my partner? I wasn’t the cheating type. Even though I wanted to. Even though I thought about it all the time and I know that sending Josie videos of me jerking off was, in fact, cheating, it seemed, I don’t know … different to follow through in person.

Would I have to break up with my partner? Could I? Did I leave her and run off with another woman, only to leave my girlfriend home, alone, and heartbroken? The whole thing seemed cruel and terrible.

That night, my girlfriend came home and had some news for me. She’d met someone. And she was in love with him. And she was leaving me for him. And she needed me to move out as soon as possible. I felt the urge to vomit, but I also felt the urge to stop fighting and run—run as fast as I could before I caught feelings and tried to plead with her to not leave me. This was my ticket out!

I couldn’t even think clearly. Before her, I’d never had a girlfriend. I’d been alone and so, I had a lot of guilt and fears and felt trapped. And I wasn’t sure how to leave. Do I pack up now? Do I get a hotel room and then come back in the morning while she’s at work?

I decided to just grab a few things, hug her goodbye through crazy tears and I ran. I got a hotel room and called Josie.

“I’m out,” I said when she answered.

“Out?”

“Out! Where are you?”

She said she was in her house. Her soon to be ex-husband had moved into an apartment and he happened to have the kids for the next few days. She was going to get her hair done and whatever, but fuck all that.

I got an airplane ticket and practically kicked her front door down.

She grabbed me and said, “You are going to fuck the shit out of me. I want to pass out from the pain of you breaking my pussy.”

I threw her onto the sofa and crawled on top of her. We ripped each others clothes off. I pulled her thong off and buried myself in between her legs. She was soaking wet.

“Fist me,” she said suddenly and without hesitation. My eyes grew wide. I’d barely put my mouth onto her clit and she was asking to be fisted? I slipped a few fingers inside of her. Then a few more. Her pussy was tight. Wet. Bright pink.

“Harder,” she screamed. Soon, my entire fist was inside of her. She rubbed her clit and squirmed all over the place.

“One,” she said.

One what? One orgasm? Was she counting?

She pulled my cock out and within a few seconds, her nose was on my pelvis and she was choking and gagging and drooling puddles all over the floor. She grabbed my hand and guided it towards her ponytail. She nodded and made intense eye contact with her. I clutched her brown hair in my right hand and looked into her amazing hazel and gold colored eyes.

She wanted me to fuck her face. I pushed myself deeper into her mouth, although I’m not even sure that was possible. I slammed myself into her face. She seemed to love it even though she was coughing and gagging hysterically. I kept going. I waited for her to tap my thigh, but she didn’t. I felt like if I kept going, I’d shoot a thick load down her throat.

“Do you want me to cum?”

She nodded and never removed eye contact. I kept pumping into her tight mouth until my whole body tightened and just before I exploded, she pulled my cock from my mouth and said, “Drench me.”

I didn’t even have to grab my cock. I just started shooting streams of jizz all over Josie’s face and open mouth. She didn’t even close her eyes. Cum splashed and soaked her, dripping down her cheeks and onto her perfect breasts. She was splattered. Soaked.

She gasped for air and panted, never removing eye contact.

Then, she started to scrape the thick streams from her face and into her mouth. She ate every bit of it.

“Two.”

She was counting orgasms!

“Get on your back,” she said.

I got onto the floor and lay down. She stood up and walked over my face, squatted a little bit and emptied her entire bladder into my mouth onto my face. The feeling of her pissing on me got me hard again.

When she was empty, she squatted down and sat on my face. I didn’t even have to wait for instructions. I ate her out, moving my tongue from her asshole to her clit and back again until she finally shook with relief.

“Three.”

She collapsed onto the ground next to me and together, we sat in her piss puddle.

“I’ve … had a long flight,” I said. “And I had a big bottle of water on the plane.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? I’m your toilet, tonight.”

I stood over her and pissed. She soaked it al up, rolling around in it, drinking it, spitting some back at me. It was amazing. Porngraphic, even. Unreal. Too good to be true. I kept expecting to be woken up only to find myself in my mediocre life. But there would be no waking up, because this was the real deal.

“Won’t this ruin your floors?” I asked.

“What? This? It’s laminate. Only looks like wood.”

She continued to splash in the puddle we’d created.

“Get hard again,” she said as she took my cock into her mouth and licked and sucked on it.

And suddenly, I was hard again.

“Good,” she said as she flipped onto her hands and knees.

“Fuck my little whore pussy! Fuck it, stretch it and destroy it with your cock.”

Her wish was my command. I got onto my knees and pressed her face into the piss puddle on the floor.

“Lick it,” I commanded. And lick it, she did.

“I’m a little kitty,” she said as she lapped up the piss. And then, when she wasn’t expecting a thing, I shoved my cock as hard as I could into her pink gaping pussy. She howled and writhed and giggled.

“Finger my ass, please.”

I spat into her pink, perfect asshole and shoved my thumb inside of her ass.

“Yes!” She screamed. “Fucking yes!”

I slammed into her while moving my other hand closer and closer to her ass. Soon, she had two thumbs inside of her asshole, pulling it apart. I kept spitting. Keeping her lubricated. I pulled her anus apart with my thumbs and slowly pulled my cock from her pussy. She was so wet that her juices dripping from my cock into the piss puddle.

“Do it,” she said cautiously.

And so, I slowly pushed my cock into her asshole. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. I couldn’t tell if she wanted me to stop or keep going. But the absence of instruction meant one thing. I kept pumping and soon, I felt her fingers in between her thighs. She was masturbating.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum,” she said.

I pumped, my hands squeezing her skinny little hips as I slammed into her asshole over and over. She kept rubbing her clit.

“Soon,” I said.

“She rubbed harder. Faster.

“Fuck my dirty little ass,” she screamed. “Fuck it hard!”

As she made herself cum, her asshole tightened around me and I exploded into her.

I kept myself inside of her for half a minute while I shook and quivered and then I pulled myself out. Her asshole closed shut and I collapsed onto the floor into our piss and her pussy juice.

She collapsed too and leaned against the sofa. She gasped for air and looked at me. I looked at her. We laughed.

“I haven’t eaten all day,” she said. “How about that Big Mac?”

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