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Golden Shower Party PT 2 [ff] [deep throat] [piss] [puke] [mast]

I’m gonna be honest, there was a very large part of me that suspected Suzie would back out of the very pee party she said she wanted. But, as the amazing friend that I am, I went on Amazon and ordered a little inflatable pool, got all of the ingredients to make a Yellow Bird cocktail, and even got TWO of those Brita water filter XL containers to keep the guests hydrated.
The environmentalist in me couldn’t do disposable cups. I would tell everyone to bring their reusable water bottles to fill up and keep chugging.
Suzie was a thirsty piss slut, after all. Or at least, I hoped she was.
Suzie came over and we sat on my sofa and constructed the ultimate invite. She was a little anxious, but her nipples were hard.
“Babe,” I said, brushing her hair out of her face. “You seem nervous.”
“I mean, I am ….” she said, licking her lips.
“I think I know how to help you relax,” I said.
“Oh?” She asked. “You know … what I really need is to get fucked hard. But if you’re offering oral, I won’t refuse!”
“Oh you need to get fucked?” I asked, standing up. “I’ll be right back.”
I walked into my bedroom and took off all of my clothes. Suzie could see my pants get tossed across my room. I knew that would entice her. I took my strap on out of my dresser and put it on. I got my thick 9″ dildo, attached it, tossed on a robe and walked back into the living room. I took my 10″ dildo too. Just in case.
“How hard do you want to get fucked?” I asked.
“Hard,” she said, confused.
I untied my robe and dropped it to the floor. She giggled and then moaned with delight.
I stepped closer to her, holding my giant dildo in my hand.
“Open your mouth,” I grunted.
Suzie opened her mouth.
“Let’s check those deep throating skills,” I said.
I eased the 9″ dildo into her mouth. Her eyes bulged, but I kept pushing. I got 3″ down. 4″. 5″. Saliva started to trickle out of her mouth and dangle off her chin.
“Good girl,” I whispered. “You’re more than halfway there.”
“Mmm,” she moaned, shaking her head. She didn’t think she could do it. I knew she could.
I kept pushing. I was six inches into her mouth when a buckets worth of thick saliva gushed out and covered her shirt.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “Ohmygod, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I whispered. “I like it messy. You know who else likes it messy? Boys. Boys love sloppy head.”
If you recall, Suzie was a very vanilla lover. She liked missionary. She liked snuggles. But I was determined to get to the bottom of at least ONE of her kinks. And after some gentle prodding, she confessed to having the mother of all piss kinks. But … she was too ashamed to share it with anyone, so she just peed by herself … usually on herself.
So of course, being the slut friend that I am, I encouraged a little piss party. 10 guests. An inflatable pool in the living room. Suzie would sit in the tub all evening and the ONLY rule of the party was: If you have to pee, you don’t go the bathroom. You go to Suzie.
My new goal was to break Suzie out of her shell. And it would start with MY favorite thing: a good old fashioned Face Fucking. I took the 10″ dildo and slapped her playfully across the face with it.
“You suck that one,” Suzie begged. “I want to see you take it down YOUR throat.”
“You want to learn from the master?” I said, laughing as I spun the giant purple dildo around.
I opened my mouth and easily took 7″ down my throat before gagging. I pulled the toy from my mouth. My eyes were watering.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Can you?” Suzie asked. “Can you take the whole thing?”
“I think so,” I said.
Standing over Suzie, I pushed the toy back down my throat. My eyes watered even more. Saliva flowed onto my tits. My stomach lurched. I got 7″ again before gagging up a thick puddle of saliva all over Suzie’s tits.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
“You covered me,” she moaned.
Suzie stood and took her pants off. She sat back down and began to masturbate while I throated myself. More thick saliva flowed onto her tits and cunt.
“Do it,” she grunted.
“I’m trying, bitch,” I said, giggling.
“Do you have a double sided dildo?” Suzie asked.
“I DO!” I shouted. “Here. Practice with this until I’m back.”
I handed her the saliva covered dildo I’d be sucking on while I went to my room. I knew exactly where the double sided dildo was, but the sounds from my living room of Suzie throating herself and gagging up saliva made my pussy wet.
“Found it!” I finally shouted.
I returned to the living room. Suzie and I got on our knees and we began to deep throat the same double sided dildo. The deeper we got, the more we gagged and spat all over each others faces.
I pushed Suzie onto her back and mounted her, sliding my strap on into her pussy. I fucked her slowly while I throated her with the dildo. She kept gagging and spitting up all over her fucking face.
“Deeper!” I yelled.
The harder I pushed the dildo down her throat, the more she gagged. Her face was entirely soaked in spit. Her hair was matted down. Sticky and wet.
“Good slut,” I moaned.
I yanked the dildo from her cunt and squatted over her face.
“Oh fuck,” Suzie begged. “Piss on me!”
Squatting over her, I aimed my cunt directly towards her open mouth. Piss gushed out of me. I could hear her mouth filling up with pee. When I looked down, she was about to overflow! I stopped pissing.
“Drink it, slut!” I shouted.
She gulped, swallowing my pee.
“Good girl,” I said.
“More!” She begged.
I filled her mouth two more times with piss. She drank every mouthful.
“Piss in your own mouth,” I begged.
Suzie, lifted her legs up and over her own face. My cunt was throbbing. There was no way she was gonna do it!
“I’ve done this twice,” she whispered.
Oh, I thought. I guess she will!
A stream shot out of her pussy, arched up and landed directly on her own face. She’d definitely done this before! Her mouth filled with her own pee until it was nearly full. She gulped and resumed her stream, soaking her face. Drenching her hair. Filling her mouth.
“Drink!” I commanded.
Suzie swallowed.
“Fuck,” I said. I was so turned on I couldn’t even put it into words.
I straddled her, fucking her cunt with my strap on while I eagerly licked the piss from her face. With a stomach full of her piss and my piss, I don’t think it’s hard to guess what happened next.
I went to the kitchen and got the biggest bowl I could find. One of those metal baking bowls you can get for 7.99 at Ikea.
I put it on the floor and made Suzie get onto her knees.
I shoved the strap on dildo down her throat. I guess she was so delirious and exhausted she didn’t even realize it, but the 9″ strap on slid right down her throat with ease. When I pushed harder, her whole body retched and all of that sweet delicious piss gushed out of her stomach and directly into the bowl.
“Good whore!” I shouted, giggling.
I pushed Suzie onto her hands and knees. Her face facing the bowl. I got behind her and slipped the dildo into her cunt, fucking her from behind. I pressed her face into the piss filled bowl and made her blow bubbles.
“Fuck!” I moaned.
I yanked the toy from her cunt, detached the strap on and started to fuck myself with the dildo while rubbing my clit.
Suzie took the 10″ dildo and started to do the same thing. We faced each other, masturbating. Suzie was soaked in saliva and piss. She stood up and picked up the bowl.
“Open your mouth,” she grunted.
I’D DONE IT! I’d broken her out of her shell and made her a piss slut!! Suzie dumped the contents of the bowl all over my face. My long hair was soaked. Suzie’s cunt was bald, but not mine. I had a thick bush, which was now matted down with her piss and saliva.
Now that we were both covered, Suzie resumed toying her cunt, rubbing her clit.
“I want to cum when you cum,” I begged.
“I’m close,” Suzie whispered.
We masturbated and came together, squirming all over the floor, slipping around in the mess we made. When we finished, we swapped dildos, sucking our juices off of them.
“Now,” Suzie said. “Let’s send out that invite.”

Golden Shower Party!! PT. 1 [ff] [oral] [facefucking] [piss]

My friend Suzie was the most vanilla girl on the planet. Missionary sex and then some snuggles and she was good Every. Single. Time.

“Don’t you want MORE?” I asked. “I mean. My boyfriend held me down yesterday and throat fucked me until my own face was just covered in spit!”

She grimaced.

“Okay, fine. Fine. Maybe that’s too much for you.”

“Hey,” she said, resenting that comment.

“Well,” I said. “I mean it’s … kinda true, babe. You’re VA-NILL-AHHH.”

She smirked. That bitch knew it was true.

“But like, what about kinks. Fetishes? You’ve gotta have SOMETHING? Everyone has a kink.”

“I donno,” she said, fidgeting nervously in her seat.

My eyes grew wider. All that fidgeting. Her eyes were darting back and forth. She had a fetish. She had a kink! And I was going to find out what it was.

“C’mon, if you can tell anyone, it’d be ME! Your sluttiest friend! I LIVE for kink shit! Spill it!”

“Okay but … you won’t judge me, right?”

Now I was the one resenting a comment. Read more »

Cute Boutique Becomes a Slut Den [mfm] [piss] [squirt] [facefuck] [anal] [creampie]

Abigail owned a little boutique on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. She sold candles, perfumes, soaps — all the usual stuff. Artwork from local artists were displayed (and for sale). Once a month, she’d host a Wine Night where she’d discount all products by 15% and get everyone drunk on cheap wine.

One evening, right before close, two men came into the shop. Abigail was the type of woman who would start a conversation with anyone. Because of the nature of her shop, she did get a lot of male customers, browsing for wives, girlfriends, mothers, … mistresses …

“Hey there!” She said.

Abigail was really peppy and high energy. She had brown hair. Bangs. Big circular eyeglasses. She was petit, but had a nice ass and pretty great tits. Her go to facial expression was to bite her bottom lip, no matter *who* was talking to her. The wind blowing in the right direction was enough to turn Abigail on.

“Hey, how are ya?” One of the men asked.

“Oh, I’m great!” She said, giggling. “What brings you in?”

“My buddy and I are in town for my sister’s birthday.” Read more »

Thanks for the Ice Cream [mf] [oral] [facial] [mast] [squirt]

I’d never done anything like what I did tonight. And let it be known: I am a slut. I will suck off a stranger in a movie theater if someone dares me. You know … if the guy consents, obvi. We’re all about consent here.
I get AROUND. A few months ago, I was on one of the dating apps and arranged for three guys to come fuck me in one day. One after another. A guy came at 10am. The next arrived around 3pm. And the last one popped over at 10pm. Oddly enough, they were all into the same three things: fucking my cunt. Fucking my ass. Fucking my throat. I was used and exhausted by the end of the day. My cunt was sore. My asshole was sore. My throat hurt.
But I LOVED it. A few days later, I was at a bar with a few friends and I whisked the bartender into the bathroom and let him throat fuck me until I puked up my beer into the toilet. He bent me over the toilet bowl and fucked my cunt until he was about to cum. I dropped to my knees just in time to gulp down every last drop of his sperm.
But this? This was a new one. Was it also a new low … or was it kind of exciting? IDK. Here’s what happened.
I was sitting on my couch. It was 10pm and I had a sudden craving for one of those magnum ice cream bars, so I slipped on some sandals and ran down the street to the corner store. When I got to the register, I realized I didn’t have my phone. I didn’t have my wallet. I had zero cash.
“Oh fuck,” I said.
“No cash?” The cashier said.
“No,” I said. “But I’m good for it. I swear. I live right up the street. I come here all the time.”
“I’ve never seen you,” he said.
“Ugh,” I pouted like a little bitch.
Could I have gone upstairs and grabbed a few bucks? Of COURSE. Did I want to do that? No. I didn’t.
“I’ll … ugh. I’ll show you my tits in exchange for the magnum,” I said.
“For real?” The cashier asked.
He was cute enough. Filipino. Heavily tattooed. Muscular. I hesitated. Did I want to go down this route?
“I mean, yeah, I guess,” I said.
He grabbed the ice cream bar and dangled it in my face.
“Tits for ice cream,” he said. “Bet. Let’s see ’em.”
I glanced around. I looked at the camera.
“You can stand there,” he said. “Blindspot.”
I walked off camera, glanced around one more time and lifted up my shirt, flashing a perfect stranger in exchange for ice cream.
“Damn, girl,” he said, studying my breasts.
I’ll admit, they’re perfect. C cups. Firm. Pierced nipples.
“You like them?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “I mean, you hot as fuck so I’m not surprised you got bangin titties.”
I blushed.
“I tell you what,” he said, handing me the ice cream. “You can have ice cream for free every night if you show me something different every time.”
“Yeah?” I asked. “Alright. Deal.”
Two nights later, the urge kicked in. I wanted ice cream. I headed down to the corner store.
“What’s up?” I said.
“Ice Cream Girl,” he said.
“Filipino Cashier,” I said.
He burst out laughing. I handed him the ice cream bar.
“What do you want to see tonight?” I asked.
“Mmm, damn. I mean. I wanna see that pussy, but I’m sorta inclined to say Dealer’s Choice. I got a feeling you’re pretty kinky. Maybe you’ll surprise me.”
“As it happens,” I said, spinning around. I pulled my leggings down, turned around and bent over.
“Yoooo!” He shouted when he saw my heart shaped buttplug firmly inserted in my asshole.
I turned around and he slid me the ice cream bar.
“See you around,” I said with a wink.
A few nights later, I was on a really lousy first date with this guy who worked in real estate and was WAY too impressed with himself. But … he was cute so I wanted to fuck him. Thing is, I don’t think he was feeling it. He was way too buttoned up and proper. I was a little edgier. Into the punk and metal scene. Pierced nipples and all of that.
I got the “nice to meet you” handshake when we left the bar. So, I walked home alone and dejected. And then, I saw my little corner store. My little Bodega Boyfriend.
“Well, hello there,” I said.
“Ice Cream Girl,” he said, perking up. He put his phone down. When a boy puts his phone down you KNOW you’ve got him. I grabbed my bar and handed it to him.
“So this is our third date,” I said. “I guess that means you get to see my pussy.”
“So second date means asshole?” He asked.
“Exactly,” I said.
I stepped into the blindspot and pulled my leggings down, showing him my pussy. My lips were shaved clean, but I had a full, thick bush. I chewed my bottom lip as he studied my lips.
“Damn,” he said. “I love your pussy. It’s immaculate.”
He did the chefs kiss thing. My nipples got hard. I really liked him. He never pressured me. He never guilted me into doing more. He took the deal as it was. He never asked for more.
“So,” I said. “What time do you get off?”
“Oh, I work the night shift. I’m off at 6am.”
“Ew gross,” I said. “Are you uh, all alone in here?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“So … if I walked behind the counter, would it bother you if I sucked your cock?”
“Naw,” he said laughing. He lifted the little gate and escorted me behind the counter.
I took to my knees and unzipped his pants, hiding as well as I could in case a customer came in. He had a thick, hard cock. It was perfect. I took him in my mouth and sucked and gagged on him. He grunted and groaned and gripped my head, holding me down.
“That’s it,” he whispered.
The front door bell rang as a customer walked in.
“What’s up?” The customer asked.
The cashier nodded.
I slurped and slobbered all over him, taking him deeper and deeper until my nose was pressed against his pelvis. Saliva flowed out of my mouth.
“That’s it,” he moaned.
The customer walked up to the register. The cashier rang him up.
“Have a good one,” the customer said.
The bell rang. Alone again, I slurped and gagged all over his cock, taking him deeper and deeper. He pumped his cock down my throat. I locked eyes with him.
“Cum on my face,” I begged. “I’ll walk home with your load all over me.”
“For real?” He asked.
“Do it,” I begged. “Do it. Soak me.”
He stepped back and took aim. I looked up at him eagerly. He stroked. He ejaculated, shooting two thick ropes of cum over my face.
“That’s it,” I moaned as he emptied himself. I stood up and walked out from behind the counter. I opened the door, his sperm dripping off my face, running down my forehead, dangling off my nose. I took the ice cream bar from the freezer and waved it at him as I walked out of the bodega.
When I got home, I took a little video selfie of myself eating the ice cream bar with his cum on my face. I’d show it to him next time I popped in for some ice cream. But as I ate the ice cream, recording the video, I got so horny, I propped the camera up against some books on my coffee table. I stood up and pulled my pants down, spreading my legs and masturbating. His cum still dripping from my chin, splattered through my hair.
I ate the ice cream while I rubbed my clit. I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, moaning even louder. My cunt gushed, squirting onto the floor. I moaned and moaned and made myself cum.
“Thanks for the ice cream,” I moaned as I scooped up his cum and licked it off my finger.

I LOANED OUT MY BOYFRIEND [mf] [mast] [squirt] [facefuck] [anal] [facial]

My boyfriend and I were on vacation in Portland, Oregon. We got a cute little cabin in the woods for two weeks and we’d head into town for date night or to load up on groceries.

Other than that, we spend most of the time fucking. We fucked in the hot tub. We fucked in the back yard. We fucked in the woods over a downed tree. We fucked in the kitchen, on the front porch, and on the hood of our rental car.

He fucked my cunt, my throat, and my ass. He ate my pussy until I was raw. And then he’d flip me over and use my asshole until it was gaping and flooded with cum.

I needed a break.

But Tom was a fuck machine and wanted to keep going. To distract him, I suggested we go into town to look at the cute shops and go on a date to a sushi restaurant we heard about.

At my suggestion (obvi) we went into a cute little gift shop that sold candles and soaps and essential oils. The woman who greeted us seemed immediately taken by Tom, who flirted with her right off the bat. I think because I was there and seemed unfazed, she leaned into it, flirting back. Read more »

Masturbating During a Movie … Would They Notice?! [mfm] [facefuck] [squirt] [anal] [facials]

I really don’t know what came over me. My boyfriend had a friend over to watch a movie. We were all sitting on the sofa. I was resting with my legs over the arm of the sofa, my head in my boyfriends lap. His friend was on the other end. We were all just sitting in the relative dark. Watching a movie.

And then, I was overcome with this urge to masturbate. Maybe I was bored. Maybe I didn’t think they’d notice because it was so dark? And at first they didn’t notice. I was really quiet. I slid a finger under my pajama pants and started to rub my clit ever so slightly.

I wouldn’t cum, I told myself. I’d just bring myself to the edge and then excuse myself. The rush of almost getting off would be enough. I’d run to our bedroom and finish the job there, so I could moan a little louder.

But the more I rubbed, the more I wanted to see if I could actually make myself cum in total silence without fidgeting and squirming. Read more »

WALKING ART: Fucked and Facialized in a Museum Bathroom [mf] [squirt] [facial]

I went to a museum the other day to look at a new exhibit and was happy to see a large turn out. I took my time looking at a few exhibits and then took a break to get an espresso. While I sat, I noticed a really cute guy walk in. He stood in line. He got a ticket. He checked his coat. He stood in middle of the lobby and looked all over.
Where to go, where to go, I imagined him saying to himself.
And then, we locked eyes. He smiled at me. I smiled at him. I held up my espresso.
“Coffee?” I mouthed to the total stranger.
He wrinkled his brow.
Is this chick asking me to get a coffee with her? I imagined him saying.
I bit my bottom lip, looking down at him from the second floor espresso bar. He smiled and headed to the stairs. He walked around the corner and approached me.
“Hi,” he said. But it sounded like more of a question.
“Hello,” I said with a smirk.
“I’m Steve,” he said, holding out his hand.
“Lucy,” I said, shaking his hand.
He ordered an iced latte. We talked for a while and then hit the galleries, talking about what exhibits we were most excited to see. As we browsed, we headed to the Renaissance gallery.
“God they’re all so hot,” I said, looking at the nudes of women. “They had hairy pussies, thick thighs, big tits, rock hard nipples. They weren’t ashamed of their bodies like we are today.”
“I’ve always been drawn to this look. Women who look like women.”
His response made my cunt wet.
I wanted to spend the entire day at the museum, but I could tell that wouldn’t happen now. I was eager to suck his cock. I was eager to get bent over and fucked. Hard.
“Yeah?” I asked. “You like the way she looks?”
I pointed to a Modigliani painting of a woman in bed. She had a full bush. Big hips.
“I love it,” he said.
I chewed my bottom lip. I looked around. There were crowds and crowds of people. I was desperate to show him my bush, like a child seeking approval from an older kid. I wanted him to like me. I wanted him to like my body.
He watched me as I lingered, maybe even a little awkwardly, my eyes darting around. I looked down. He followed my gaze. And when I felt the coast was clear, I pulled my leggings down just enough for my bush to peak out.
“Oh,” he said. “Hello.”
“Hi,” I said as we locked eyes. “The sad thing is, I really wanted to spend the whole day here. But … I’m dying to get outta here.”
“I have an idea,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to the elevator. “Come with me.”
He took me to the ground floor. He whisked me down a hallway. And then down another hallway.
“A bathroom,” I said, nearly drooling with excitement.
He swung the door open and lead me in. The bathroom was pristine. As if nobody had used it in days. He locked the door behind us and hoisted me onto the sink, yanking my leggings down to my ankles. He leaned down and put his mouth into my hairy pussy, licking my clit.
“Ohmygod,” I groaned.
He ran his tongue over my clit.
“Your body is incredible,” he moaned as he hoisted my shirt up and pulled my bra down, exposing my breasts. I unhooked my bra and threw it on the floor.
He shoved two fingers in my cunt and pumped. I was soaking wet. My juices ran over his fingers. He pulled them out and put them in my mouth. I sucked.
“You taste so good,” he grunted.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” I whispered.
He fingered me harder. He spat on my clit and licked, keeping pressure. I moaned and writhed on the bathroom sink. I braced myself. I was close. I was so close.
“Right there,” I groaned. “Keep your tongue right there.”
He kept licking. I was dripping all over the floor. A nice puddle of squirt was forming.
“I’m gonna cummmmm,” I yelled.
“Do it,” he shouted.
I arched back and squirmed. I slid off the sink, he held me and lowered me to the floor. To my squirt puddle. I writhed and squirmed on the floor like a fish out of water.
“Jesus Christ,” he moaned. “You’re so hot when you cum.”
“Give me your cock,” I commanded.
He unzipped and dropped his pants to his ankles. I crawled to my knees and wrapped my lips around his shaft, gagging and taking him deeper and deeper.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he moaned as he held my head firmly in place and pumped his cock down my throat.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I slurped and sucked, taking him deeper. My eyes started to water. I had mascara all over my cheeks.
“Deeper,” he grunted. He forced his cock down my throat.
“AAUUUUGH!” I gagged, pushing him off.
“Spit on it,” he grunted.
I leaned forward and drooled a mouthful of thick spit onto his cock.
He slid his cock back into my mouth and pumped.
“More,” he begged. “Deeper. Deeper.”
He yanked out and smacked his cock on my face, leaving a sticky wet mark.
“Let me fuck you,” he begged.
I crawled on my hands and knees to the toilet. He stepped behind me and entered my hairy cunt from behind while I gripped onto the toilet for dear life.
He pumped. Hard. He fucked my brains out over the toilet, slamming into me harder and harder. He hooked a finger into my mouth.
“HARDER!” I groaned as he fishhooked me.
He was pumping so hard. So fast. My cunt couldn’t take it. I was so turned on. So horny for him. My pussy was so creamy. His cock was slathered in it. He forced a finger down my throat, gagging me.
A wave of saliva gushed out. He caught it in his hand and smeared it across my face as he fucked me even harder.
“God you’re so deep!” I cried out. “Let me ride you!”
Within seconds, Steve was sitting on the toilet and I was straddling his thick cock. I bounced up and down on him. My pussy lips suctioned around his shaft. His cock was getting creamier and frothier from my cunt.
“Yes! YES!” I screamed.
“You’re gonna make me cum!” He howled.
“Paint my face,” I begged as I dropped off his cock. He stood over me and stroked himself.
“You’re gonna make me cum!!” He shouted louder.
“Do it! Fucking cover me! Paint my whore face!”
He stepped forward and ejaculated four heavy ropes of cum onto my face and into my hair and mouth.
“Your cum tastes so good,” I moaned as I licked his cum off the tip of his cock. He braced himself against the wall, trembling as a few more drops of sperm dripped onto my tongue. I swallowed.
“Wow,” I moaned. He helped me off my knees, I walked to the mirror. I could see him admire my thick thighs and big juicy ass. I was just a little bit curvy, but I could feel him eyeing me. His lust was palpable.
“Wow,” I said as I looked at my cum soaked face in the mirror. Suddenly, it dawned on me. We weren’t at home. I couldn’t jump into a shower. I couldn’t change clothes. I had a face full of cum.
“Should I go outside like this?” I asked. “Covered in your jizz?”
He laughed.
“You’ve painted me,” I said. “I’m walking art.”
Steve chuckled and stepped closer to me. He ran his fingers over my face, scooping up his semen. I held my mouth open and let him feed it to me. We got dressed. Washed up and headed back out to look at more art.