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Getting Dirty

By: freejack



Author's Note: The following story contains some acts of domination and waterplay. If such does not appeal to your tastes, please feel free to move on to stories that do.

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"So you want to get dirty, huh?"

The question was as unexpected as everything else that was going on, and I couldn't really wrap my still mostly-asleep brain around it. I wanted to rub my sticky, sleep-encrusted eyes, but the bonds around my wrist were preventing me. Bonds? Where had they came from? Now that I thought about it, I kind of remembered her moving my arms, but I had shrugged it off, too deep into dreamland to realize what was happening.

Instead, I blinked my eyes multiple times -- somewhat clearing them -- and looked up at her blearily. "Wha?" I mumbled, trying hard to gather my thoughts.

She wasn't even supposed to be home. Unless I had somehow managed to sleep an entire day away, it was either still Thursday night or Friday morning, and she wasn't supposed to be back until late on Friday. What the hell was going on? And why was I tied up?

The last thing I remembered was going out to the bar Thursday night. I met up with some friends, had a couple beers, played some pool. I hadn't had too many though; I recalled driving home fine. Definitely not enough to make me sleep through a whole day... 

"I said, 'you feel like getting dirty?'" she purred, interrupting my convoluted thoughts and making them dissipate like mist as my eyes finally focused on her. Suddenly, it didn't matter where I was at or what day it was. Or why I was tied up. All of my attention was concentrated squarely on the goddess that was climbing on top of me. Everything else became inconsequential.

Holy shit! Was this really my girlfriend? 

She looked hot. I mean really fucking hot! My eyes were open wide now, sleep completely forgotten. She always looked good. That was part of what I loved about her -- the fact that she looked as good first thing in the morning as she did the rest of the day. She didn't need makeup or anything else to make her attractive. She was naturally beautiful -- in a wholesome , wonderful way.

But this -- this was different. For one, she was wearing makeup. Lots of it. Lipstick. Eyeshadow. Mascara. I don't even know what else, but it completely transformed her. She was still beautiful, but now she was also... hot. Slutty hot. In a good -- no, make that very good - way.

Her hair was different too. It was all mussed up and wild, like she'd stuck her head out of a car window at ninety miles an hour. Quite a contrast to her normally straight and well-managed style. Yet, somehow, it seemed to fit perfectly with her over-painted face, to give off the illusion of a super-sexy, uninhibited sex goddess. The kind of woman that could devour you... body and soul.

The transformation didn't end there. As my eyes trailed down the rest of her body, I could see that she had dressed the part as well. She was wearing a two-piece schoolgirl outfit that I had purchased for her on a lark. The top was an ultra-thin, midriff-baring shirt that was knotted together between her breasts. It was pristine white, and I could clearly make out the shadow of her nipples through the fabric, her dark little buds jutting out proudly in arousal. The bottom was, of course, a red and green plaid skirt that barely covered her thighs. As she straddled me and sat on my stomach, I could see up it to the skimpy white panties that laid beneath. Quite an enticing view. Below that, encasing her long, slender legs, were thigh-high white stockings, and to finish it all off, she had on a pair of shiny, black stilettos.

All in all, it was a rather remarkable sight. No -- an outright amazing sight! If I could move my hands, I would pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. 

It wasn't that my girl didn't dress up on occasion - she did - but this was entirely out of character for her. Normal dress up included teddies or lacy lingerie, and the occasional pigtails. Tonight, she had raised the bar. It was obvious she had set out to look as slutty as possible, and she had done so incredibly, stunningly well. I was just curious where it had come from all of the sudden -- and in the middle of the night? Plus, what was this talk of getting dirty?

"Like what you see?" she asked, trailing her fingernails lightly, teasingly across my chest, causing a small shiver to course throughout my body.

All I could do was nod dumbly, still in too much shock to do anything more. My brain was on visual- stimulus overload, and I couldn't figure out what I wanted to look at more. I kept glancing from bright shiny red lips, to pointy fabric-straining nipples, to the half-seen dark shadow lying provocatively beneath those gossamer panties. Finally, I looked to her eyes.

She was staring me down like I imagined the wolf stared down the lamb. Like prey. Apparently, it wasn't just the physical aspect of her that had been changed for the night, it appeared to be the mental as well. Her eyes glittered, and her lip curled just a tiny bit, and I felt like I was seeing a whole different her. She looked predatory almost. I found myself wondering for the first time if I should worry about being tied up and at her mercy.

I don't know if she saw the momentary twinge of panic in my eyes or not, but she giggled - Giggled? That wasn't normal -- and leaned down towards my face. Her hair washed over me, its silky strands erotic and tickling at the same time, and then her lips were next to mine.

I thought she was going to kiss me, but she didn't, instead just brushing her lips softly across my own, then running them lightly up my cheek to my ear. Her breath was a soft caress against my skin. "You ready to get dirty," she whispered.

Her ass had slid back as she leaned forward, and I felt my hardening cock slide smoothly up into the groove between her cheeks. She must have liked it there, 'cause I felt her clench, trapping me in its tight confines.

The tip of her tongue darted in my ear, sending another shiver throughout me, and she slid her hand up to tweak my nipple. I groaned in response. She knew exactly how to work my buttons. Her teeth tugged at my earlobe, her deep throaty breaths were exhaled directly into my ear, stirring and setting to tingle the delicate hairs there. Occasionally, her tongue would delve in wetly. In no time, she had me moaning and straining against my bonds, her ass cheeks still rhythmically squeezing my now rock-hard cock.

Her hand released my nipple and slid its way upward, across my neck and jaw. She rubbed two fingers sensually around my lips, kneading them this way and that, before plunging them deep into my mouth. They were sticky and tangy, and I'd tasted her enough times before, to know that they had not-too-long-ago been in her pussy.

I sucked at them ravishingly, like a dying man thirsting for water. The taste was sweet yet bitter, and my tongue swirled and snaked about them seeking hungrily for every last bit of her essence.

"You like that?" she murmured in my ear, "You like the taste of my pussy? My dirty, wet pussy?"

All I could do was groan. The sound coming from deep in my throat, a primal noise. I loved when she talked dirty. It drove me absolutely wild. But she didn't do it that often, and when she did, not like this. I had never heard her refer to her pussy as 'dirty' before.

"You want some more?" she continued, her lips right directly against my ear. Her hair was still a veil across my face, blocking out everything else, but in my head I could picture her beautiful pink pussy. Could see it being lowered onto my face, moist and glistening. I sucked harder at her fingers, wanting nothing more than to taste her properly. "You want more of my nasty pussy?"

So now it was dirty and nasty. Who was this woman? I'm not sure what had gotten in to her, but I liked it. A lot. "Yes," I answered, or tried to answer, speaking around her probing fingers.

She must have understood though, for she pulled her fingers from my mouth and sat up. Once again, I was rewarded with a glimpse up that skirt. It looked like her panties were moistened through. I felt my mouth begin to water.

She started to slither up my body, bringing that succulent treat closer and closer. Just as that skirt reached my chin, and I prepared myself to be enveloped beneath it, she stopped. I groaned in displeasure. Already, I could smell the intoxicating, enticing smell of her pussy wafting out from underneath it. It was strong and pleasant, and I could tell that she must have been worked up for quite a while to exude such a potent scent.

She stared down at me from high above, obviously enjoying the power that she held over me. Her knees were in my armpits, and the hem of her skirt was draped across my jaw. The odor of her pussy hovered close, an almost palpable fog, yet tantalizingly, teasingly just out of reach. I was close, so very close, yet also so far away. My arms were pulled out wide and above me, bound tightly to the bedposts, and I had no way of moving. I was completely under her control.

She smiled at me wickedly. A smile I didn't know she had. "So you want my pussy, huh?"

I nodded again, trying to convey with my eyes just how much I did want it. How ready I was to lick and suck her pussy. How eager I was to make her cum.

"Tell me then," she cooed, "Tell me how much you want my pussy."

"Oh, I want it bad," I told her, "I want your pussy more than anything right now. I want it all over my face."

She reached down and lifted up her skirt. Her smell washed over me in a wave. Oh god, was it ever good. I could see now that I had been right -- her panties were soaked through. The thin material was opaque with her juices, showing me quite clearly her dark patch of fur below.

"And what are you going to do to it?" she whispered, watching my reaction to the sight of her panties. She was clearly delighting in drawing this out.

"I'm gonna sniff it," I told her, my voice barely above a croak. "Then I'm gonna lick it, and suck it, and bury my tongue deep inside it." I remembered her earlier words and added, "I'm gonna eat your dirty, nasty pussy until you cum all over my face."

"Mmmmm," she moaned, her eyes holding mine, "That sounds nice..." That dark predatory look was back. "But if you want to lick this pussy, you're gonna have to earn it."

Earn it? What did that mean? I thought licking her pussy was earning it.

Apparently, I was about to find out. She was moving, climbing up from her sitting spot, rotating her body. Her skirt dropped back down, and I found myself quite disappointed to no longer be staring at those delectable, damp panties.

I didn't have long to be disappointed though. She was just spinning around, doing a one-eighty so that she was facing the other way. She slid her legs underneath my arms and then scooted back until her ass was hovering directly above me. Not only could I see her wet, sodden panties again, I could now see that (as I'd guessed) they were a thong, and they disappeared intriguingly into that dark valley between the globes of her perfect, round ass. And I had thought it couldn't get any better.

I wondered what she was up to. Were we going to sixty-nine? The only thing better than getting to eat her juicy, wet pussy, was getting your dick sucked while you were doing it. Unfortunately, I quickly found out that this was not going to be the case. 

"If you want a shot at my pussy," she said, staring back at me from between her spread legs, "first you're gonna have to clean my ass."

Oh my. I hadn't seen that one coming. And not just kiss her ass, but clean it. Wow. Was I sure that I wasn't dreaming? Well, either way, at least I now knew what she meant by 'getting dirty'.

She reached back and pulled her panties to the side, not bothering to take them off, just shifting them far enough out of the way to give me access to her most private of parts. It was dim beneath that skirt, but still I could make out the shadowy outline of her glistening pussy, and above that, the dark pucker of her tight anus. My task to clean.

She started to lower herself down towards my face. Her smell led the way, descending about me like a heavy cloud. I breathed it in, inhaling deeply, sucking it deep in to my nostrils. Ahh, so good. So mind-numbingly wonderful. I couldn't get enough. The strong, pungent aroma of her aroused pussy, with just a hint of the piquant tang of urine. Underlying it, but seeming to grow stronger as she sank lower, was the dark, forbidden fragrance of her ass. It was damp and musky smelling, but no less desirable. 

"Oh, by the way," she called, continuing to ease herself down, "I didn't shower today."

My heart must have skipped a beat. This couldn't really be my girlfriend, could it? She was normally so concerned with cleanliness, always wanting to shower before sex, often not letting me go down on her because she felt unclean. Now here she was, demanding that I lick her ass, and then telling me that she hadn't washed it in two days. This was crazy.

But as she dropped down and that skirt settled around my head, blocking me from the outside world, I knew that she wasn't lying. Her scent, confined in this small space, quickly grew thick and undeniable. Almost overpowering. It seeped deep into my nose and mouth, and I felt as if I were bathing in it. I couldn't have been happier.

And then there was contact. Her ass slipped onto my face. First, the slippery, wet lips of her pussy alighted on my jaw, and then she eased the rest of her body back until my face was completely enveloped in the crack of her ass. She hovered there for a moment, swaying back and forth lightly, teasing, her weight still on her knees.

I couldn't wait any longer. I arched my neck, forcing my face up deeper into her swampy valley. My tongue darted out, searching, and swiped across the very bottom of her slit. A significant amount of her juices had gathered there, and I was rewarded with a tangy coating to my tongue.

"No!" she said, jerking her body up out of my reach. She twisted my nipple savagely and clamped her legs together tightly about my torso, locking me in place. Her grip was firm despite the smoothness of her stockings. "You don't get any pussy 'til I say so."

Obediently, I let my head fall back against the pillow. She was taking this more seriously than I had anticipated. It appeared as if I was going to be following along with whatever agenda it was she had planned, and was going to have to be content with that. At least I'd gotten a nice little taste first.

She released my nipple and proceeded to lower herself once again onto my face. This time she went all the way down, easing back on her haunches, burying me beneath her weight. She wiggled her ass back and forth, searching out the most comfortable position as she settled in, my face now officially her seat. A queen on her throne.

If I thought I was bathing in her smell before, now there was no doubt. I was swallowed up in the tight confines of her unwashed crack, my nose pressed directly against the dark crinkle of her asshole. Her odor was all around me, a thick shroud. It was an almost physical presence, one that pervaded my nostrils and titillated my brain, striking deep to the very core of my being.

I breathed it in, luxuriating in it. She was riper than I had ever smelled her, and I sniffed joyously at her tight, dirty hole, trying hard to pull in her scent and trap it inside of me so that I would have it with me always. My cock throbbed painfully with every new breath I took. I couldn't remember having ever been so turned on in my life.

And this was just the beginning, it could only get better from here. Any moment she was going to demand that I lick her, and god knows what else from there on out. My mouth was watering in anticipation. I couldn't think of anything I wanted to do more. 

She wiggled around some, smearing her sweat and juices all across my face, causing the tip of my nose to probe her sphincter a couple of times. I didn't care if she sat on me all night, or forced my nose right up inside of her, I was hers to do what she wanted with. I would be happy to stay right there beneath that glorious ass and sniff her sweet scent for as long as she'd let me.

But she had other matters to see to as well. She eased up off me -- but just a little -- and I sucked in air hungrily. Though delightful, it hadn't been easy to breathe engulfed in her ass like that.

"You like that baby," she purred down to me, "you like my ass in your face?"

"Yes," I gasped, "Oh god yes. I love it."

"Yeah," she said, "What about the smell? You like the smell of my ass? My dirty ass?" She dropped back down, burying me again, mashing my nose up tight against her asshole.

"Yes," I moaned from underneath her. I sniffed as loudly and deeply as I could, trying to show her just how much I loved it.

"Smells good?" she asked, "Good enough to eat?"

I grunted my approval. I still couldn't believe that this was my girlfriend, that these words were coming out of her mouth. It was such a break of character. 

Now don't get me wrong, I was completely loving it, it just seemed weird. We had had some talks of spicing things up, and I had mentioned that I thought maybe we could get a little bit dirtier, but that had been a little while back and not too much had really come of it. Now here she was appearing out of nowhere, tying me up and sitting on my face, talking dirty...

It suddenly clicked. After coming home from the bar, I had gotten on the computer and jerked off to some internet porn. Not expecting her back for another full day, I hadn't cleared my history or any of my searches, one of which had been a site with facesitting. Now that I thought of it, one scene had seemed quite similar, eerily so, to what I was now experiencing. I bet she had come home early to surprise me, noticed the computer on this late, and checked to see what I had been doing. She'd probably seen what I'd been looking at, and decided to show me the real thing. Uh oh. What other sites had I been on?

My thoughts were interrupted as she moved. She didn't go far, just shifted forward a little. In fact, her cheeks were still touching my face, but her full weight was no longer bearing down on me. I could breathe once again. 

She lifted her skirt, allowing in some light. Her beautiful ass hovered before me, and I could now see into her crack and make out the tight little pucker that awaited me. It was pink and just begging for attention. I couldn't wait to get my tongue on it.

Nor did I have to. Her voice floated down to me, "Well, get to cleaning." 

I leapt to it. Craning my head forward, I let my tongue loll out and then licked up the length of her crack, lapping up her day's accumulated sweat. It was salty and acrid, and better than any candy ever. Its foreign taste stinging my taste buds and jolting my brain, and I hadn't even gotten to the best part yet.

I slurped and slobbered at her crack, and the inside of her asscheeks, not wanting to miss a drop of this wonderful flavor. Doing my best to see to it that she was clean. Only occasionally did I run my tongue over the tight crinkle of her asshole, and then softly, teasingly. 

She would moan encouragingly each time, but then I would let my tongue slide away and lap at the firm flesh of her buttocks. If she wanted to play games, to tease, then that was fine by me. I'd draw this out for as long as I could, and tease her right back. I was enjoying myself immensely.

But ultimately, she was the one in power. Finally, after about my fifth swipe across her anus, and me ignoring her audible cues, she reached back and grabbed my head. She held me in place and ground herself forcefully back against me. "Lick it," she growled, "Lick my asshole. That's what you want, isn't it?"

It certainly was, but to hear her say it made it all the better. I don't think I had ever even heard her say 'asshole' before other than to call someone one, and even the word 'ass' was rarely used when talking about her own, especially during sex. For her to say it now, and furthermore, command me to lick her there was like sweet music to my ears.


Getting Dirty In A Bath House



Well first things first...

I have to tell you that the events in this story are true and so thankfully happened to me.

I live in the small town of Los Angeles, California. You know the kind of town, with one stop light and nothing to do on weekend nights, except cruise the strip and hang out in front of the mini mart.

Wait a minute, sorry wrong story.

Good ole Los Angeles. The dirty cesspool of human existence. And I love every minute of it. A person can find any deviant thing to do at any hour in the city of angels.

One night I found something new to do...

To begin with, I'm not gay. I would honestly say I am straight. Well as straight as a guy can be, who just happens to enjoy getting fucked in his ass every now and then. Yeah, and I like to suck on a big cock too. But like I said, I'm not gay, I just keep my late night options open.

On some nights I surf the interent, talking to guys and on a few occasions I have even met a few of these guys. but more often than not, I end up jerking myself to sleep.

One night I didn't go to sleep. I was slightly more than buzzed from cocktails earlier in the night and now I was hungry. So I decided to go get something to eat.

And I should tell you... DON"T DRINK AND DRIVE. But I was drunk and hungry and later in this story you'll see my decision making skills aren't the safest. 

As I drove towards my favorite late night drive thru I saw a guy going into a store front door. This wouldn't be unusual except that it was 4am and the streets were empty. I looked at the sign and saw it was the North Hollywood Spa. Now I had driven past this sign a thousand times and I knew what the place was, I'd just never thought about going in.

But tonight was different.

I turned my car around and found a spot to park on the street. I had enough booze flowing through my blood to make me curious enough to check this place out. I had a few a jitters, so I smoked a joint in quick fashion and then hurried towards the door and made my way inside.

A tired looking guy greeted me at the counter. I told him I had never been there before. He told me I could get a locker or a room. After hearing the pricing and what I had in my wallet, I could only afford a locker. I forked over the money, he gave me a towel, I took a mask from the ancient gallery, and I walked on down the hall. (Sorry just had to throw the Doors reference in there)

I found a locker, and got undressed. I asumed this was what you do, since I had seen a few other guys walking around in towels. I did the same. I decided to explore. 

Between my booze buzz and being high I was feeling no pain. I was floating on a cloud, wandering around this gay playground.

I found the work out room, the pool, the hottub, and then I found the steam room. I walked inside, it was dark and empty. I sat down and let the heat penetrate my body. 

I was relaxing in my own world when I heard the door open. I kept my eyes closed. Silence filled the room and because I kept my eyes closed I didn't know where this stranger was. But I did know I was getting turned on. I felt my cock start to stiffen. 

I figured what the hell, why not?

I pulled back my towel and let my cock be exposed to the room. I was waiting for him. I wanted him to take my cock and place it in his mouth. I wanted him to suck my hard cock and make me cum.

Well after a couple minutes of nothing, I opened my eyes to find no one was even in the room. DAMN! Now I was really fucking horny. I wrapped my towel up and headed out of the steam.

I began wandering again. Now I found myself in a hallway, with doors on both sides. I figured these to be the rooms for rent. I walked past them, noticing some were open. I walked past a dark room with the door cracked. A voice called to me.

"Hey, come here".

I turned and slid into the room.

The room was completely dark. A guy was lying on the small bed. I sat down next to him. 

He didn't waste any time.

This dark figure began to rub my leg and then pulled my towel off.

"Lie down," he said. "I wanna suck your cock".

I did as I was told. He was on me in an instant, sucking my cock with fever. I was so high from the booze, drugs, and excitement that I just closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. As it turned out, he wanted to do everything.

After several minutes of a fantastic blow job, he instructed me to turn over. Again I did as I was told. I turned over so he had me positioned doggie style. He handed me a small bottle and told me to inhale it.

I did.

WOW! Whatever the scientific name for that shit is, that fucks you up. I was really fucked up now. 

As I continued sniffing the poppers, he began to lick my asshole. His tongue was penetrating my hole and it felt amazing. And then his tongue was gone.

Replacing it was his cock.

Without warning, this guy moves up my crack and starts pushing his huge stick in my tight hole.

I ask him if he has a rubber on and he tells me not to worry about it. I inhale the poppers again and I don't worry about it.

He slams his cock in my ass. I feel pain for a brief second, then all I feel is cock.

This guy begins fucking me with such force, that I feel he may knock me through the wall. I am moaning in ecstacy. We are now in sync and have become a fuck machine. I can feel him sweating on me and notice that I am beginning to sweat some too.

All I can do is concentrate on pushing his cock as deep in me as possible.

Then I heard another voice.

"Hey, can I join in?"

I didn't even bother to turn around. Instead I inhaled another deep sniff of the poppers and got ready for some more fuckin.

I felt the cock being pulled out of me. And as soon as it was out, another one slid in. this new guy's cock was smaller than the first, but I knew it would do the job. I was enjoying this new guy when the first guy shoved his cock in my face.

"Suck my dick pig." After sniffing the bottle another time, I did as I was told.

I started sucking his dick slowly at first, trying to concentrate on the fucking. But when he starte pumping my face, it was all I could do to not gag.

These two anomynous cocks were violating me in a way I had never felt.

After several minutes of this pounding, the guy fucking my ass announced he was going to cum.

I tried to tell him not to cum inisde me, but the owner of the cock wouldn't let me move my head, so I just continued sucking and a moment later, felt a gush of seed shooting inside me. I could feel his cock quiver with every shoot.

I pushed against his cock trying to drain his balls. As I pulled away, I felt the cock in my mouth begin to cum. I had never had a guy cum in my mouth before, so I did what I thought I was supposed to do...

I swallowed every drop.

Then I inhaled the popper again.

I wandered out of the room, back towards my locker. I felt incredibly dirty, but I liked it. And that was why I needed to get out of there. I knew if I stuck around I was going to end up getting fucked by every guy who wanted to in that place. So I got dressed quickly and hurried out to my car. I drove home, hopped in bed and jerked off, shooting my load all over my body. 

I've been back to North Hollywood Spa a few times since then and have always had a good time, so if you're ever in LA...



Getting Dirty in the Shower



Charlie turned on the water in her shower and tested it with her hand. She dropped her robe around her ankles and stepped into the shower. As soon as she put her foot down, the doorbell rang. "Shit." She turned off the water, threw on her robe, and ran down the steps to the door. She peered through the peephole and sure enough, there he was. Travis was standing there, looking somewhat rejected, holding a small bouquet of wildflowers. She smiled and the opened the door and invited him to come in. Travis explained that he had gotten off of work early, so he though he'd drop by. Charlie blushed and closed her robe a little bit more. She hadn't expected him so soon, she said. 

He said he hoped he wasn't interrupting anything, she said no, just about to get into the shower. He told her go on take a shower. I'll wait here. Really? she asked. That'd be great. I just want to wash up a little before we go out. Wait here- you can turn on the TV if you want. She gave him a little kiss on the cheek and dashed up the stairs. She turned on the water to he right temperature. Before she dropped her robe, she made sure that the door to the bathroom was closed. She stepped into the shower and began to lather up a little. She smiled. 

She liked Travis and was excited to be his girlfriend. She hoped he wasn't bored waiting for her. She stood in the shower and let he water rinse the soap bubbles off of her. She had a nice build- short, but nice. She began to shave her legs. One gentle stroke up her leg and then a rinse of the razor. Another gentle stroke up her leg and then a rinse of the razor. She finished one leg and began to shave the other. She though what Travis might be doing. She assumed he was watching TV. She began to lather up once more- Charlie liked to be super clean- and just as she was bending down to lather up her now smooth leg, she heard the bathroom door open. 

The shower curtain was dark, and she couldn't see but she knew that Travis was there. She stuck her head out of the shower. Travis what are you doing here? Travis did not speak, just bent over and untied his shoes and slipped them off. He unbuttoned his shirt and off it went. What are you doing, Travis? He said nothing. Stop it Trav. I mean it. No response. he unbelted his belt and slid it through the loops. Travis, no. He stepped out of his pants. His penis was erect- he wore no undergarments. Charlie had never seen a penis before. She was a virgin. 

She screamed as Travis pushed aside the shower curtain, exposing her naked body. he stepped into the shower and grabbed her. He kissed her forcefully and she could feel his shaft grazing her leg. She was scared out of her mind. You look like a dirty girl. She had never heard this side of Travis before. She looked into his eyes and it didn't seem to be Travis at all. You are such a dirty girl, he said again, and squeezed her ass. He grabbed a bar of soap and started to wash her, first her shoulders, then down to her breasts. Charlie backed up and found herself against the wall of the shower, cornered by this person whom she didn't seem to know. 

Travis lathered up each breast, swirling the soap around the nipple. Despite herself, Charlie could feel her arousal beginning to grow. He stood back as the water washed to soap off her breasts and down her stomach, down her legs. He started again at the bottom of one leg and worked his way up with the bar of soap. He then stood up and his soapy hands ran up her sides and settled on her shoulders. He kissed her, and this time she kissed him back. The gentle way he was taking care of her indicated that she had nothing to fear. 

Still, the thought of what might happen scared her. At 23, she still wasn't ready to lose her virginity. He pushed her back under the spray of the water gently, letting to soap run off in trails down her form. She pulled her hair back from her face and it lay in a wet pile on her back. Travis grabbed the razor from the little nook in the shower where she had set it. It soaped up his hands and rubbed the soap into Charlie's brown, curly pubic hair. He knelt down and began to shave her pussy. Charlie stood very still. Her pussy had never been shaved before, by her or anyone else. 

She was afraid he might nick her with the razor. But Travis was gentle and in about five minutes, here pussy was bare, and the thick pubic hair was clogged in the shower drain. He put the razor back and picked up a bottle of shampoo. You are such a dirty girl. Say it. Say it. Charlie again saw the frightening side of her lover. I said, say it. I'm a dirty girl, Charlie said quietly. Say it like you mean it, bitch. Bitch? Charlie was shocked by Travis's use of the word. She said nothing. Travis smacked her ass hard with the shampoo bottle. 

Charlie screamed I am a dirty girl! That's better smiled Travis. He put shampoo into his hands and proceeded to rub it into her hair. She closed her eyes. he massaged her scalp skillfully, then let the shampoo run out again in trails down her back. He pushed her hair back from her face and kissed her. Charlie was feeling confused by the emotions going through her. Part of her wanted to stay a virgin, but part of her wanted to fuck Travis's brains out. She kissed him back and held him tightly. He backed her up against the wall of the shower. 

When they parted from the kiss, Charlie looked up at Travis and whispered in a seductive tone "I'm such a dirty girl, Travis." Travis knew it was time. He kissed her deeply and pushed his hips up against hers. She moaned part in pleasure, part in pain. A tiny bit of blood ran down her leg and was washed into he drain by the running water. Travis slowly pulled his shaft out of her tight pussy. He grasped her hips and brought them closer to his, again filling her with his manhood. The pain was gone now, and Charlie was enjoying every slow second of her first ever fuck. 

He dug his fingers into the warm flesh of her ass and pushed himself deeper into her. She moaned. Travis began pounding in and out of her fast, like a train, and she pushed her hips in sync with his. He kissed her while he fucked her, and his fingers found her pink nipples and twisted them. She pulled away from the kiss and shrieked with delight. Travis fucked her faster, pumping his shaft in and out - he picked it up and began to dry off. He dried himself and then patted down Charlie, drying her, taking special care to dry her bare pussy. 

She was still visibly shaking. He carried her into her bedroom and laid her on the bed. I'm going to get your dress for you, he said, after I get dressed. Travis started to walk back into the bathroom, but Charlie sat up on the bed and grabbed his hand. She kissed him gently. On second thought, said Travis, let's stay in tonight. He kissed her and crawled on top of her. This time, thought Charlie, this time I won't be afraid.



Getting Dirty Like a Star



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The Adult Entertainment Expo was a sexaholics dream. There were enough free giveaways to satisfy a guy's appetite for a t least a few months. Most companies gave away promotional DVD's or photos, and there were always plenty of hot actresses around. Gabe felt like a kid that was turned loose in a candy store. Bags full of goodies weighted down his hands, and He had run out of space on his digital camera. His boss had sent him and a co-worker to the convention to represent the web-hosting company he worked for, but Gabe had quickly left his partner to man the booth. He had quickly immersed himself in the convention and hadn't stopped since.

Gabe was in the elevator of the hotel, making his way back to his room when the door opened and n stepped one of his favorite actresses. Her name was Angelica, and he would have asked for her autograph, but the look on her face told him that she was not in the mood. She was pulling a large piece of luggage, while trying to juggle a covered serving plate and a can of cock in her free hand. She let go of the luggage in order to press the button for her floor, and accidentally dumped the plate and soda onto the floor.

"Damn it!" She growled as the plate hit the floor.

Gabe stepped forward quickly. "What floor do you need?" he asked with his finger poised near the buttons.

"Twenty-six. Thank you." She said with a voice full of frustration.

"Not a problem." Gabe said as he quickly pushed the button. He quickly sat his bags against the wall and began helping her clean up her spilled food. 

"Thank you again. I am having the worst day ever." She told him as she helped scoop what had been a Hamburger and French fries back onto the plate.

"It will get better. This is a pretty nice hotel, and I'm sure a soak in the Jacuzzi will have you feeling better. Besides, nothing better than Las Vegas to cheer you up." Gabe offered in response. He knew that it sounded kind of trite, but he didn't know what else to say. He had seen her in plenty of movies, but it wasn't like he actually knew her. The pseudo-familiarity of it all made the situation awkward.

"Well, I won't count on the hotel. They gave me the wrong room, and then told me I had to move after I had just ordered lunch. I would usually stand my ground, but I really don't feel up to arguing about it. Now I don't have lunch and I'll have to wait forever for another." She explained.

Gabe whistled low. "Okay, your right. You have had a bad day." The door opened for his floor, but Gabe ignored it.

"You missed your floor." She told him with a slight smile. Angelica had been an actress for a while, and was accustomed to how men looked at her. It was obvious from his badge and bags that Gabe was attending the convention, and thus probably knew who she was. It was also obvious that he was trying very hard not to stare at her and act smooth.

"Oh yeah. Well, I can hand you this after you get your bag off of the elevator." He offered.

"Oh thanks again." She said. 

The door opened again and Angelica exited. She smiled and thanked Gabe again after he hand her the plate and left for her room.

Gabe was happy enough seeing one of his favorite actresses up close. He hadn't even considered asking her for an autograph. Given her situation, he felt it would have been imposing way too much. He dropped his items off in his hotel room and grabbed another memory card for his camera. Gabe was about to leave the room when he decided to help her out again. He went to the phone and dialed down to the front desk.

"I'm calling for Ms. Angelica on the 26th floor. She was given a room, and then moved to the 26th floor because of an error. She had just received lunch when she was asked to move, and was not given time to eat. No one offered to carry her luggage to the new room and not only is her food cold, but she accidentally dropped it. This is ridiculous!" He said. Gabe knew that he had laid it on thick, but hotel managers usually try to keep people happy, especially during a large convention.

"No problem sir. I will check the room service list and have another meal sent to Ms. Angelica within ten minutes." The manager said apologetically.

Gabe hung up the phone with a smile. It wasn't much, but he hoped it helped her anyway. He headed back down to the convention and resumed his prowling of the grounds. It took barely two hours before he was overloaded with items again. He decided to check in on the booth instead of returning to the room. He found that his coworker, Paul was having no trouble in handling things. Paul was barely out of high school and was dumbstruck by all of the attractive women dressed in such skimpy clothes.

"If you want to walk around for a bit, I'll cover the booth. I've made quite a few contacts that might lead to some business." Gabe told Paul. In fact, he had not spoken to anyone about business, but he still had another two days to do so. A little play wouldn't hurt the bottom line.

Gabe didn't have to ask Paul twice, and was soon by himself. Sitting at the booth gave him some time to rest his feet and he actually made a few legitimate contacts. There were plenty of hot starlets passing by and just as many cute gals who were looking to get into the industry. Gabe was finishing giving his speech to an interested man when he same her approaching his booth. He finished the conversation just as she moved next to his table.

"I guess I have you to thank for lunch? My business manager and I are one in the same, and I never called down for a replacement meal." She said with a smile. Gabe was almost speechless. She had freshened her red lipstick and her black hair was thick and lustrous. She was simply stunning.

"I didn't mean to be intrusive, but you looked like you were having a terrible day, and they really should not have moved you once they gave you a room." Gabe explained.

"It's really nice. I'm just feeling all that great today, or otherwise I would have given them hell." She explained, and then twisted her face slightly.

"Anything wrong?" Gabe asked 

She shook her head and then sat down in one of the chairs at his booth. "I've got an upset stomach. I was hoping that lunch would make me feel better." She said. 

She leaned forward to get a good view of his convention badge. "Well Gabe, I'm not sure if you've seen any of my movies, but my name is Angelica." She said. From the quick flush that came to his face, she instantly knew that he recognized her.

"Yes, I have seen your movies...I mean, I know who you are." Gabe said, tripping over his tongue.

Angelica laughed at his embarrassment and it finished breaking the ice. She asked him about the company he represented and he explained the services that were offered. He gave her a much longer explanation than he had given anyone else, and the conversation went on for over an hour. Gabe found that she was easy to talk with. Given her profession, he felt at ease discussing porn with her and the topic eventually came to the difference between what was popular and acceptable in the USA, compared to other countries.

"I just think that the European companies put out some great product that we don't see in the states because of censorship." Gabe explained.

"There are some pretty wild scenes in American films. What kind of stuff do you mean?" She asked with genuine interest.

"There are S&M and bondage here in the states, but most of it is very staged and not real. The people are acting and not participating. In European films, the whippings are real, and people are really involved with what they are doing. It does not seem like they turn on and off like a light switch." He explained.

Angelica nodded her head as he spoke, and queried him again once he was done. "I can see that, but some people don't want to see real. What do you do about that?" She asked.

"Some people will be satisfied with the regular in-and-out movie, and don't get me wrong, those are great. But, a person who wants to see a femdom movie for example wants to see real action. If the Domina pisses in the slaves mouth, it should be real." He explained.

Angelica smiled and nodded her head. "So, if the Dominant was to take a dump in the submissive's mouth, then it should be shown?" She asked.

Gabe was too into discussing the topic to be cautious. "Yes. In reality, that's what would happen. This is not a fantasy like some space movie, but something that plenty of people do in real life. They can legally show these things in Europe, but not here in the USA. Only a few companies have pushed the envelope so far, but it becomes their selling point instead of a natural part of a story. A Master will never piss into his slaves open vagina unless the title of the film is 'Pissers' or something like that." He said as if giving a speech before congress.

"Hopefully that will change, but kinky connoisseurs will have to keep ordering films from Europe." Angelica said. "I personally have done a few films for a French company, but a few scenes were cute for the American release." 

Gabe didn't know that she had done any foreign films. He wondered what kind of content had been cut.

"I was planning on hitting my room early. I know exactly what I need to feel better. But, I'm also wondering if you only like to watch those kinky films or do you like playing as well." She said so bluntly that Gabe wasn't sure he had heard her correctly.

"Excuse me?" he said.

"I don't want to spend the rest of the week feeling like shit, and you could help me out, but only if you really like the kinky stuff you've seen in those films." She explained.

Gabe had experimented a bit, but never to any real extreme. This kind of offer didn't come around every day and his inexperience wasn't about to hold him back. He wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he was going to give it a try.

"Sure, any thing you want. I just hope I can take a few photos to remember you by." He said jokingly.

She smiled at him reached out to pat his hand with hers. "I was thinking on getting a bit of video, but you can take some pictures as well." She said. She bit her bottom lip for a second and he could feel her hand tense.

"How much longer do you have on the floor?" She asked. 

Gabe should have been on the floor for another two hours, but he made record time in finding Paul. He made up a quick lie about a client that wanted to discuss some finer details, and left Paul back at the booth.

Angelica seemed to be in quite a rush to get to her room, but her friendly demeanor remained. Gabe was beginning to wonder what was ailing her, and how it had anything to do with their conversation. He could see that her face had become flush and small beads of perspiration dotted her brow, even though the hotel was quite cool.

When they arrived at her room, she asked Gabe to fetch a bucket of ice while she unpacked a few things. When he returned, she had already set up a video camera in the corner of the room. She was unbuttoning her blouse when he came back into the room and he watched like a little kid. She wasn't a lightweight but her weight was in all the right places. She smiled as she caught him watching and asked him to fix her a glass of water. By the time Gabe had filled the glass, she was fully nude and sitting on the bed. Her tan was flawless and he couldn't help but comment.

"You look fantastic." He said. He knew he sounded like a total fan, but he didn't care. He had hoped to see some of the women up close, but this was beyond anything he could have ever wished for.

"Thank you, but I wonder if you will think I'm so fantastic once we're done." She said.

"Why do you say so?" Gabe asked. He was catching on that she wanted to engage in some pretty heavy stuff. It was a once in a lifetime shot, and he wasn't going to chicken out.

"Reality is often different than fantasy, and watching someone else do something is not the same as doing it yourself." She explained.

"I'm not totally green. Besides, you only go around once, so why not try what you can." He said, somewhat pleased with his response.

Angelica smiled at him again, but it was more like a cat smiling at a mouse. "As long as you understand, that we once I get going I probably won't be able to stop until I'm done." She told him.

"Well, I'm ready when you are." Gabe replied, and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"I like that. I'm not sure if you really are ready, but you'll be experienced by the time I'm done with you." She said between sips of water as she watched him remove all of his clothes. She instructed him to place them in the closet so as not to get the room cluttered for their filming. 

"So what do you have in mind?" Gabe asked. He was standing naked in the middle of the room, and his cock was already at attention.

"I'm in dire need right now, so lets take care of that first." Angelica said. She instructed Gabe to climb onto the coffee table that sat in front of the television, and only a few feet from the video camera. He lay on his back with his head resting on the table and his feet planted on the floor while she turned the camera on. He watched her ass jiggle provocatively as she walked away and then her breasts bounce as she turned back toward him.

It felt as if she were moving in slow motion. Gabe was both tortured and excited by the suspense. He could only really guess as to what she had in mind, as she had only given him hints. European movies had a lot of different content that American films did not, and sorting out what was going to happen was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

Angelica finally reached him. She climbed upon the table and straddled his face. She sat back on her knees, and Gabe found her pussy hovering directly above his mouth. He wriggled his tongue between her lips and pushed as deep as he could. Her cunt cream was thick and gooey, and the taste quickly filled his mouth. 

"That feels nice, but I need to get down to business." Angelica told him. She shifted her hips and brought the rosebud of her ass to Gabe's mouth.

Gabe had admired Angelica's tan, and it truly was flawless. Her asshole was a light shade of red that seemed to glow from under her tan skin. Gabe extended his tongue and began to paint circles around her hole. He slowly moved inward and increased the pressure until he the tip of his tongue was lodged in the center of her tight muscle. Angelica bore down as he pushed forward, and he pushed his tongue deeper into her. His tongue was barely in an inch when he encountered firm mass.

The mass spread slightly around the tip of his tongue, and the taste was slightly bitter, not very different than strong espresso. Gabe withdrew his tongue and pushed it back in again, displacing more of the mass and gaining depth. 

"Oh yes. That's what I need. Keep that up and I'll be ready in no time." Angelica said in a breathy tone. Gabe could tell that she was concentrating hard. Her ass cheeks clenched rhythmically and she continued to push against his tongue. The excitement of the situation had helped Gabe deal with what he was doing. He had quickly become accustomed to the bitter taste, which was lucky since his mouth was filling up with a mixture of saliva and her ass.

Gabe felt her hands grip his thighs. She began to squeeze as she bore down, and Gabe could feel the mass inside of her move. He withdrew his tongue and grabbed her ass with his hands. He held her cheeks apart and watched in amazement as her hole began to expand. His saliva dripped from her hole and the tip of her shit began to appear. It was dark brown like chocolate, and her hole widened as more of it emerged. Her asshole expanded and the bulk of her shit finally broke free. It slowly oozed forward like a thick sausage, and was soon hanging above Gabe's mouth.

Gabe did not realize that the camera had been connected to the television, and Angelica was able to see his face.

"Oh my god. Kiss it." She said to Gabe. She encouraged him by grabbing his cock. She began pumping his shaft slowly and rubbing the head with her thumb. 

Gabe responded by doing what she wanted. He kissed the tip of her turd, which was fast closing in on his mouth. He continued to do so, which excited Angelica. She bore down again and more of her shit pushed out. It was now pressing against Gabe's lips, and he opened his mouth to accept it.

Angelica saw his mouth opening and continued to push. This was just what she had needed. She could feel the pressure in her stomach easing and that she didn't need to push hard anymore. Her bowels seemed to be emptying without her trying. Angelica watched the television screen and her grip on Gabe's cock tightened as she watched her thick tube of shit fill his mouth. He was a real trooper. His mouth was soon overflowing, but he didn't spit, and let the rest coil up over his mouth.

Gabe shifted his face slightly to open a breathings space between the coils of her shit, and wondered how much she had inside of her. Her ass was still spewing fudge and it didn't seem like she was ever going to stop. It was no wonder that her stomach had been hurting. He was almost blinded by her shit when she finally stopped. 

"Wow, I really was full of shit." Angelica said after she had turned around and straddled Gabe's waist. 

Gabe felt the pressure of her hands as she began to play with her shit. She sculpted the thick sludge around his face, and he was soon wearing a thick mask of her sticky shit. His mouth was still full, and her could say anything to her. The shit in his mouth was mixing with his saliva and he was forced to swallow the thinned sludge. 

"I'm going to give you a real treat." Angelica told him. He felt her reach behind for his cock. She grabbed it and maneuvered it until the head was pressing into her shit-slicked ass. The hole had closed up, but only resisted slightly before swallowing the head of his cock. Gabe groaned through a mouthful of shit as his cock was swallowed into her sticky hole. Angelica was a true professional. She didn't take anytime getting used to her ass being full of cock. She immediately began to slide back and forth, swallowing his cock with each stroke.

Angelica sighed and leaned back, dropping her full weight onto him and grinding down on his cock. Her plush ass rested on his hips as she leaned forward and scooped two handfuls of her ass-grease from his face. She began slowly rubbing the handfuls of fudge around her breasts and down her stomach. Her body was a chocolate mess by the time she finished. Gabe pushed the wet mass from his mouth and scooped it up with his hands. He followed her lead and began massage her breasts with the sticky, warm wet shit. The smell was not even a concern, but it was warm and earthy. 

"Everything you imagined?" Angelica asked him as she basked in his shit-lubricated massage.

The entire act was all too much for Gabe. His cock felt like it was going to burst. Angelica's ass was amazingly tight, and the heat was pushing him over the edge. He felt himself hitting the point of no return. He slid his hands down to her ass and gripped her cheeks with his greasy fingers. He wanted to hold on, but he was quickly loosing the battle. His stomach was soon contracting and he couldn't control his hips. 

"Oh shit." Gabe groaned as he felt the first surge of cum blast up his cock. He held Angelica's ass like he was dying and blasted the largest load he ever had deep into her rectum. He could feel his seed mix with the remnants of shit in her ass and ooze out around his shaft.

Gabe was still bucking when Angelica shifted her legs forward. She planted her feet on the table alongside Gabe and angled her pussy toward him. Gabe's cock never wilted as he watch in amazement. Angelica balanced on one hand and furiously stroked her cunt. She banged her hand against her clit over and over again, and Gabe could feel her muscles contract through the thin barrier that separated her cunt from her ass.




Getting Dirty Like a Star



Angelica's face was a mask of concentration as she worked to get off. Her pussy was the same faint red that her asshole and it began to swell and bulge the closer she came to climaxing. Gabe watched as a clear stream of juice trickled from between her lips, and then felt her entire body tense. Angelica exploded in an orgasm that shook her whole body. She eventually lost her balance and was forced to return her free hand to the table for support.

Gabe took the opportunity to help her out again. He leaned forward and pressed his hand to her cunt and continued to masturbate her. He continued until her spasms had subsided, and then fell back down on his back. He was about to say something when he felt Angelica push. He was looking forward when a thick stream of pee erupted from her cunt. The stream spattered until her lips opened and then it splashed heavily against his face.

Little chunks of her chocolate peeled from his face, and he opened his mouth to accept her salty fountain. He let his mouth fill as her bladder emptied, and while doing so, got an idea of his own. He watched through pissed splashed eyes as he concentrated. 

"Oh yes you dirty fucker! Fill my ass!" Angelica yelped as Gabe began pissing into her ass. Gabe could feel his pissing splashing up inside her ass and dribble down his shaft. They both kept pissing until empty, yet full again. Angelica tucked her back and lay forward, resting her sticky body against Gabe. They laughed and talked while they both caught their breath. Gabe's cock eventually softened and slipped free of her ass, along with a flood of piss, shit and cum.

There was amazingly little spillage on the floor, and later, Gabe easily cleaned it up. Gabe said goodnight after a late dinner in the hotel restaurant. Angelica promised to give him a copy of the tape and even thought they might be able to publish it overseas. She gave him a deep kiss goodnight with the promise of talking the next day.

Gabe had no trouble sleeping that night. He awoke next morning with the thought that the rest of the convention would be unable to live up to the previous night. He opened the door to grab the morning paper, and found an envelop with it. He read the letter and smiled.

Gabe,

I had a great time last night. I hope you are up for some more fun. A couple of my friends would like to get together today. Only one is a guy, and he's a producer for a French company. The others...well, you'll just have to wait and see.

Angelica

There was no way he could pass up an invitation like that. It seemed like Paul would be stuck at the booth again. 



Getting Dirty on Earth Day



The green eyed, red haired woman sat up a full minute before her alarm went off with a mixture of frustration, dread, anger and the slightest hint of excitement. Every year she spent Earth Day volunteering her time to clean up one place or another or sometimes to raise money for a good cause. When Lila had been a young girl she'd been filled with a warmth that she got from knowing she was doing the right thing. Helping the planet and cleaning it up just a little. Now that she was thirty it wasn't about doing the right thing because it made her happy, it was about doing her duty. Lila got a little knot of anger in her stomach when she went back to the same beaches, forests and highways she'd visited before and found them just as trashed sometimes worse than before. It was hard to deal with the truth but the truth was people just did not give a fuck and it made her want to just find the people and punch them in the nose. There was a bright spot though.

The guys who did come out to these things could basically be broken down into four groups. The boys who were dragged along by a parent or volunteered to keep out of some sort of trouble, the old men who were true believers, the pussy hounds who knew there would be lots of "hippy free love" chicks at these things and true believers. The reality was either of the last two groups looked pretty good at the end of a long day of sweat and dirt and Lila wasn't such a pure hearted noble that she held it against a man that he was only doing something because it might possibly get him laid.

After all that was a big part of what she planned for her own reward at the end of the day.

Lila remained in bed for until her alarm announced that it was time to get up, more because she didn't want to come back across the room just to shut it off later. The barely five foot waif like beauty stripped out of her pajamas on the way to a quick hot shower and then wriggled herself into a pair of khaki shorts that barely covered the lacey transparent blue panties she had on beneath them. She finished the outfit with a turquoise top. Her ex used to tell her that when she dressed like that and pulled her hair back into a pony tail she looked like some famous video game character; though not nearly as busty he'd tease.

That was one of the reasons they were only friends now. The other one being he made a much better friend with benefits than a boyfriend. Lila pushed those thoughts from her mind as she laced herself into her ankle high tan boots and headed down to the shuttle bus waiting to pick her up.

A half hour later she stepped off the bus at Shadow Falls National Park. It was a place of particular interest to Lila, her father used to take her up there all the time. They'd fish and hike and camp. He was the one who taught her to always leave it better than you found it. Just looking out the window on the drive up brought back lots of warm memories.

Those were almost spoiled by the sight of her precious camp grounds. Most of it was just stupid stuff, even when she'd been a teen this was a favorite spot for the kids to drive up if the wanted to go unmolested. So the piles of beer cans and liquor bottles didn't surprise her and as disgusting as they were the used condoms scattered around were to be expected. There was more than just that though. There were dirty diapers, radios and someone had even made the trip up to dump a couch off.

"Well you guys know the drill by now. Don't wander too far there are still bears and cougars in the area. They usually don't bother people but still make sure that someone can see you. Lunch will be served promptly at noon."

Lila was only half listening to the guide. She claimed her bag and a stick with a nail on it and immediately started cleaning up one of the campsites. It was one that she and her father had used dozens of times, in fact it was up here that she'd had her first drink (that either parent knew about) and her father had uttered the immortal words. "Don't tell Mom." It made it a little hard not to smile when she stuffed a couple of cans into her trash bag.

By the time lunch rolled around Lila was soaked with sweat. Her reddish hair was hanging in wet clumps around her head and her shirt was clinging to her breasts. It wasn't the heat that was getting to her though; the main thing making her so hot was the constant feeling of eyes scouring her bare skin. Lila could almost feel the men staring at her and then quickly looking away when she tried to catch their gazes. It wasn't unwelcome, she chose the outfit precisely because it would get their attention and it wasn't a mistake that she kept bending at the waist when they were behind her or squatting down when one of them was in front of her. She enjoyed the way their eyes widened just before they turned away.

"Hey, I'm Mike." A man said sitting down beside Lila with a disarming smile. 

"Lila." She replied extending her hand to him. He was certainly a handsome sort, late twenties or early thirties. He seemed to enjoy spending time in the gym judging by the way his shirt was straining to hold his chest in. Like her he was sweating and mottled gray shirt was just a few drops shy of transparency. "This your first time?"

"First time since I moved yeah." Mike replied.

"Oh, where from?" Lila asked turning towards him while she ate.

"Back east, it's a tiny little . . . it was a tiny little town." Mike shrank slightly. "Most of it burned late last year. We weren't allowed to cut the grass around our homes because of some stupid mouse or rat or something."

"Yeah we had something like that a few years back here too. For what it's worth I'm sorry." Lila winced a little inwardly. She always felt a little annoyed when she heard about people losing their homes because of some rodent or their livelihoods because of some fish. 

"Yeah." Mike turned away slightly. "Anyway what brings you up here?" 

Lila reached up pushing a few wet strands of her hair out of her face. "What can I say, I'm a true believer and I like to give back some of my time. I'm not going to bore you with a long story about this stuff."

Mike grinned. "Well thanks, there's nothing less sexy than someone spouting off a bunch of facts and figures that people can't even wrap their minds around." His tone changed into a mock professorial tone, "The number of water bottles thrown away each year could circle the Earth three times and there is a gyre, an island of trash twice the size of Texas floating in the ocean."

Lila giggled, then she laughed, and finally she snorted before stopping. "Well yeah, that's just pointless stuff. Though it is kinda scary that even after telling people that they still toss their shit around. I mean I'm not asking everybody to come up here and help clean up the forest or plant trees or clean up after oil spills. That shit's hard work. I don't think it makes me a bitch to think that if everybody just took their own trash down I wouldn't have to come up here and do it for them."

"Preachin' to the choir." Mike replied finishing his lunch and tossing it into his bag. "Well I gotta get back to work, there's still a lot to get wrapped up here before we head in and I hate leaving knowing I could have done more." Mike pushed himself upright and started walking away. "Oh, and I was wrong. You're kinda cute even when you're preaching about this environmental stuff."

"You think I'm cute?" Lila asked batting her eyes slightly.

"Kinda." Mike replied walking back to the edge of the work area.

The next several hours were filled with Lila and Mike very carefully not working together or even looking at each other directly all that much. It wasn't possible to tell which one of them was actually leading but without speaking the two of them somehow came to the conclusion that if he could see her shorts tight around and her ass and she could see his pecs stretching his shirt and they were both still picking up the increasingly sparse bits of trash as they got further and further from the established camp sites and trails. 

Lila came to a stop when she came to the edge of Cherry Lake. She was in the middle of leaning over to pull a plastic bag from the waves when Mike moved behind her. "We're a little off the beaten path aren't we?"

"Not that far." Lila purred backing into him. It wasn't a surprise when she found a stiffness pressed up against her. Lila snapped upright her wet hair slapping over his shoulder. When she turned her head it forced his with it. "See the trail is just over that way." 

Mike nodded dumbly. He couldn't see the trail itself but there was a sign posted and some benches a off in the distance. "So why are we out here?" He asked in a knowing tone.

"I just wanted to get back to nature." Lila replied slipping a hand between them to give his manhood a firm squeeze. "That's not an issue for you is it? No girlfriend or wife?"

"If I said yes would you let me go?" Mike asked. His hands moved to her shapely hips. From there it let his hands slip upward until he was cupping her breasts.

Lila purred lustily tightening her grip on Mike a little more. "Probably not, but I'd feel really bad about it." She mock pouted.

"Well you don't have anything to feel bad about." He slipped his hands beneath her shirt returning eagerly to her breasts. Except being so irresistible that you lured me out her all by myself. How do I know your not some crazy killer?"

"You'll just have to trust me I guess." Lila said unfastening his jeans and guiding them to the ground. Once they were out of the way one hand sent his boxers down to join them while the other wrapped its slender digits around his cock. "You do trust me don't you?"

Mike peeled Lila's sweat soaked shirt off and tossed it to the grass turning her around in the process. "Maybe." He started unfastening her shorts as she pulled his shirt up over his head. Some how the two of them managed to stay upright as they stripped down to nothing.

Lila kissed his chest, and then nipped his bare flesh before kissing and licking all the way up to his shoulder. "What if I am a crazy killer?" She kissed the underside of his jaw trailing until she reached his lips.

"I'll just have to hope that you'll give me a last request." Mike growled gripping Lila's ass.

Lila wrapped her armed gently around his neck and leaped into his arms crossing her ankles behind around his middle. "Well I don't normally do last requests but I'm feeling generous. What's yours?"

"I'd like to die happy." Mike replied returning her kiss. 

Lila sank into his kiss closing her eyes for a moment. She didn't break the kiss until she had to come up for a gasp of air. "I think I can indulge that, at least if your idea of dying happy involves getting down to earth." Lila threw her legs forward and her head back driving Mike off balance and down onto his back into the mud with her straddling his waist. Mike twisted his hips and rolled over pinning the smaller woman beneath him in the soft mud. "Ooo, you're a strong one."

"Wrestling in high school." Mike replied casually. He slid her arms over her head pinning them with one hand. "Maybe I should just take what I want from the crazy lady?"

"Maybe you should." Lila replied spreading her legs open for him. "It's the way in nature for the big strong males to take what they want." She wriggled playfully against his grasp.

"Is that how we're going to play this?" Mike asked. "Fine." 

Mike used his free hand to hook one of Lila's legs and lift it up out of the way before spearing his cock into her. Lila immediately arched her back into her lover a long moan escaping her at the same time. Holding her tight Mike started driving into the petite redhead. Beneath him she slipped and slid in the mud digging a little trench beneath her. "Harder." She gasped wrapping her legs back around him and digging her heels into his butt driving him deeper into her. Mike didn't disappoint her starting to rut against his mate like a beast. The trench in the mud grew deeper and deeper with each thrust and her cries higher and higher. 

Each time Mike plunged into Lila her wrists sank a little farther into the mud until they were slick with the stuff and slipped from his grasp. Without meaning to Lila's nails dug into Mike's shoulders leaving tiny red semicircles. He hardly noticed at the time, it wouldn't be until hours later in the shower that he'd feel the sting and remember how he'd spent his day. At the moment the only thing Mike felt was her urgency driving him to fuck her as fast and hard as he could manage. Lila had stopped saying words sometime ago. The sounds flowing out of her were just babble now but he didn't need to understand her words to know the universal tone for more.

Lila finally fell silent as waves of euphoria crashed against her. Every inch of her felt alive. Goosebumps raced up and down her arms and legs. The pit of her stomach clenched and she couldn't stop herself from kissing him again only this time she was trying to devour him with her kiss. She thrust her tongue into his mouth in a crude imitation of his cock between her thighs. Lila convulsed against him. Her grip, all of them, tightened to almost painfully tight until finally her body went slack.

"Don't quit on me now!" Mike grumbled. He easily flipped her over onto her belly grinding her smallish tits into the mud when he started fucking her again. Lila couldn't quite get her arms or legs to work. Between the steady thrusts of his hips and the afterglow of her pleasure robbing her limbs of strength she could only lay beneath him while he finished taking his pleasure from her. Together they plowed through almost a foot of mud before Mike buried himself in her and came.

"You're a beast." Lila whispered trying in vain to wriggle from beneath him. "Okay you can get off me now."

"Sorry." Mike said and rolled over onto his back. Out of the corner of his eye he saw just a hint of motion.

OoOoO

"Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four . . . okay we're missing two people." The team leader said.

"Oh, it's just that little red head and Mike. They're ah . . . getting back to nature. They'll be along in a few minutes I'm sure." One of the men shouted. A combination of groans and giggles and a few very confused children asking questions was the reply. The team leader just rolled his eyes.



Getting Dirty With My New Cleaner



My apartment is always a mess and I never have the time or inclination to clean it so it seemed logical that when I got a promotion at work and a subsequent boost in salary that I should hire a cleaner.

I went through a service who sent over a couple of different cleaners for me to interview and it is fair to say that one was the outright winner although I have to admit my brain wasn't the part of my anatomy that called the shots on the decision!

To put it crudely Samantha, or Sam as she preferred, was the stand out, or should that be stand up, winner with my dick as soon as she walked in the room for our chat.

Aged 22 and around five feet nine inches tall, she had dark blonde hair tied in a ponytail, green eyes and a fantastic figure.

Her boobs were around 32c and looked firm and proud under the tight white T-shirt she was wearing. She also had on khaki colored shorts that, despite being far from typical job interview attire, did allow a great view of her silky smooth and nicely tanned legs.

Rounding off her outfit was a pair of light green sneakers and she was carrying a small rucksack from which she produced her resume.

The interview did not take long as my twitching dick had already decided Sam was the woman I was looking for.

After a few questions I offered her the job and she accepted. "Sorry to be cheeky but could you start immediately as it's a mess in here and I've got company coming over tonight for a business meeting?" I asked.

"Sure thing. I've nothing else planned. Do you have a vacuum and cleaning supplies?" Sam said with a smile.

"Whatever there is you'll find in that closet," I replied pointing to the large walk-in cupboard in the corner of the living room.

"Ok," she said getting up from her seat.

As she stood and walked away from me towards the closet I got my first proper look at her shapely butt that was squeezed into her tight shorts.

It looked very firm and perfectly round. My dick began hardening as I watched her saunter across the room casually tossing her rucksack on the couch as she passed it.

Doing my best to rearrange the growing bulge in my pants, I stood up and headed for the spare bedroom which I had converted into my office.

"I've some work to do to prepare for my meeting so if you need anything I'll be in here," I said.

"Ok. Thanks," replied Sam who was looking through the closet for cleaning materials.

I left the door slightly ajar so I could keep an eye on my attractive new cleaner and then sat at my desk to look over some papers.

A few minutes passed by and I have to concede my attention to my work had been far from good.

Instead my gaze had been drawn regularly to the living room where Sam had been dusting and was now vacuuming.

It was a hot day and she was working up a sweat that was turning her thin T-shirt increasingly transparent. By now I could see the outline of her perky breasts under the material and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her nipples were poking out against the shirt and her boobs jiggled gently with every movement.

My dick was fully erect and straining to be let loose from my pants at this stage and I was just contemplating giving it its way when the sound of the vacuum stopped.

Sam knocked on the door to my office and I squirmed in my chair trying to return my dick to a less excited state.

"What room would you like me to do next?" Sam asked politely.

"The bathroom please," I mumbled.

"Ok. No problem," came the cheery reply.

With Sam now out of view I tried to get back to work and my dick gradually softened making it easier to concentrate.

However, only a few minutes had passed when my mind returned to Sam and I began to wonder if her shirt was by now totally see-through.

Unable to shake these thoughts and with my dick starting its re-assent, I decided to find out. Casually I made my way to the bathroom and walked in. Sam was bent over the tub scrubbing away with a cloth.

Her butt looked even better at that angle and it was all I could do not to reach over and grab it. I admired the view for a few more seconds then coughed loudly to alert Sam to my presence.

"Sorry to interrupt but I'm getting myself a drink and wondered if you'd like anything?" I asked as she straightened up.

Turning to face me Sam said, "A water would be great thanks."

And there was the answer to my earlier question! Yes indeed her shirt was now drenched in sweat and clinging to her skin rendering it practically transparent.

Trying not to stare I nodded and said, "Water coming right up."

Sam smiled and got back to scrubbing while I made my way to the kitchen yet again rearranging my pants to accommodate my excited dick that was sticking up like a tent pole.

I took a cold bottle of beer from the fridge and held it to my groin in a futile attempt to settle my manhood down.

Putting the beer back, I grabbed two bottles of water and returned to the bathroom.

"Here you go," I said handing Sam one of the bottles.

"Thanks," she replied. "It's certainly a hot one today."

Sam undid her bottle and put it to her lips taking a long drink. I stood motionless watching as she gulped down the liquid.

She continued to drink and as the bottled empty she pushed back her shoulders and head to take in the last few drops.

This of course forced her boobs to push tighter against her already skin-tight shirt and it looked as though her nipples were going to cut right through the material.

With a final gulp, Sam finished her drink and handed the empty bottle back to me before turning away and resuming cleaning.

A wet patch was beginning to form in my underwear as pre-cum leaked from the tip of my rock hard dick.

Reluctantly I left the bathroom but instead of returning to my office, I darted into my bedroom. There was no point attempting to work with Sam around and I lay on the bed day-dreaming about what I would like to do to my beautiful new cleaner if given the chance.

I lowered my pants and underwear to relieve the pressure of my hard dick and I was just considering relieving it further when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Before I could speak or cover up in walked Sam.

"I've finished the bathroom. Which room would you like doing..." she cut her question short as she finally saw me laying on the bed half-naked with my dick standing to attention like a well-drilled soldier on parade.

"Sorry," I started to mumble reaching to pull up my underwear.

"No I'm sorry for barging in here. It's your apartment," she replied.

I was still fumbling with my clothing when I noticed Sam was smiling and staring at my dick with a hungry look.

"Is that on my account?" she questioned with a grin.

"Err well yes. Yes it is. Sorry. I know I've been inappropriate," I said as I at last managed to pull up my underwear and pants.

"It's no problem. I'm flattered," Sam responded. "Can I see it again? Close up."

"You what?" I said taken aback by her remark.

"I want to see your cock," she said. "I've already seen it so don't go all shy on me. Anyway you wouldn't want this incident to become public knowledge now would you?"

"Was she blackmailing me?" I thought.

"Come on get it out," she said.

I didn't like the idea of her threatening me but I also quite relished the prospect of her seeing my dick so I brushed off any negativity and lowered my clothing once more.

My dick was still hard and twitched with excitement as Sam came closer and stared at it. Without a word being exchanged she grabbed my shaft and squeezed tightly.

Her hand was soft and felt good. Cupping my balls with her other hand, she began stroking my dick bringing it fully back to attention.

"Now you're going to do exactly as I say then this whole incident can stay just between us ok?" she said squeezing a bit tighter around my throbbing shaft.

"Ok," I agreed accepting that Sam had completely turned the boss/employee dynamic between us on its axis.

"Good," she said with a grin as she stroked my dick a little faster before bringing her head down and licking some pre-cum off its tip.

To my disappointment she suddenly relinquished her grip. Standing up she slipped off her shorts.

She was not wearing underwear and with her shorts discarded I got my first look at her pussy which was clean shaven except for a thin strip of hair that proved she was indeed a natural blonde!

Hopping back onto the bed she sat on my chest and looked down at me. She pulled her shirt off over her head and flung it to the floor.

As I stared up I could see her boobs with their perfectly formed nipples sticking out tantalizingly. I reached up to grab them but Sam swatted my hand away.

"Now, now I'm in control here remember?" she said. "You're going to lick me out and when I'm ready you're gonna fuck my ass got it?"

I just had time to nod in agreement when Sam slid down my chest and put her moist pussy over my mouth. I began licking, gradually working my tongue inside her hole which was rapidly growing wetter.

She tasted sweet and I was obviously hitting the right spots as she started grinding her hips and moaning with pleasure.

I couldn't say how long I ate her out for but I certainly enjoyed the time and even more so when Sam reached back and started stroking my dick once again.

Just as she seemed on the point of climaxing she stopped grinding and moved her pussy from my mouth. Hauling herself up off the bed she walked over to a chair and bent over.

Looking back at me over her shoulder she said, "Fuck my ass right now and do it hard!"

I didn't need telling twice and almost leapt up off the bed and quickly made my way to her. I rubbed my hands on the soft cheeks of her bubble butt and enjoyed the feel of her silky smooth skin on my fingertips.

Then I positioned my dick at the entrance to her anus and gently probed the opening. Sam was hurriedly rubbing her clitoris with intense vigour.

"Come on. Put it in. What are you waiting for? I want your cock in my ass right now" she yelled.

Realising my softly softly approach was not to Sam's liking; I used my hands to spread her butt cheeks and pushed my dick into her anus.

It felt tight and warm as the first few inches of my shaft entered her passage.

Sam let out a loud groan as I pushed my dick further into her hole and started to thrust. I pumped her slowly at first but then she pushed back onto my dick letting me know to quicken the pace.

My balls smacked against her cheeks as I thrusted in and out of her gapping anus. Sam was panting heavily and rubbing her clit with even more fervour. I could tell she was close to cumming and this time she wasn't going to stop.

I pumped her butt faster and faster until she let out a scream as she orgasmed. I too was getting near to release and with a couple more thrusts I could feel the cum rushing up my shaft.

"Don't you dare pull out!" Sam snapped as she gained her breath back. "I want to feel your cum in my ass."

With that I thrust as hard as I could pushing deep into her anus as the first squirt of cum shot from my dick.

She gave out a yelp as she felt the hot liquid enter her body followed by three more spurts as I deposited my juices into her anus.

"Fuck yes that's it!" Sam shouted.

As we came down from our orgasms, I pulled my softening dick out of her hole and sat back on the bed. Cum began trickling out of her butt and down the inside of her legs. Sam dipped her finger into the liquid and put it to her mouth.

"Your stuff tastes pretty good boss man," she said with a wry smirk. "Good job I just cleaned the shower. You don't mind if I dirty it again do you?"

"Go ahead," I replied.

Sam headed off to the bathroom while I grabbed a towel and cleaned myself off before putting my underwear and pants back on. Then I went to the kitchen and took out that beer from the fridge.

I was just finishing off the last few drops when Sam appeared. Dressed again but with her hair still wet from the shower she smiled and said, "Well I enjoyed my first day. I presume you'll let the service know you're happy with my work?"

"Of course," I responded.

"Oh and like I said I won't mention your exposing yourself to me. It'll be our secret. Although I might need you to do a few more things for me to keep it that way ok?" she said.

"Sure. What's a little blackmail between friends?" I joked.

"Oh no we're not friends. You're still the boss," she said with a sly smile as she made for the door. "Well you're the boss most of the time. See you next week boss man."



Getting Dirty



I immediately began to swirl my tongue around her forbidden passage. Her musky flavor exploded onto my taste buds. It was darker, and dirtier - but no less delectable. A sweet, bitter tang that appealed greatly to my acute sense of taste. I twirled my tongue feverishly about her opening, cleansing her immaculately, then started to slowly probe deeper. 

She responded with enthusiastic groans as my tongue pierced her snug entrance and delved further inside of her. The walls of her rectum were smooth and tight, and seemed to draw me ever deeper into their confines, like a vortex pulling me in. I wriggled and twirled my tongue as best I could, striving to touch every nook, every cranny, of this uncharted area.

Her moaning was nice, definitely spurring me on, but it was her filthy talk that really roused me to new heights. I abruptly pulled my head back, retracting my tongue from her ass. "You like that?" I asked, my voice partly muffled by her surrounding rear. "You like my tongue in your ass?"

She still had her hand on my head, and she yanked me roughly back into her fragrant valley. "I didn't say to stop," she hissed, "Keep licking."

I did as told, forcing my tongue into a point and drilling it back up inside her. My saliva had collected in her little crater, and now made tiny squishing noises as I drove in and out of her. These were joined by similar noises coming from up front, and I knew that she was actively frigging her clit now, as well.

"Oh, fuck," I heard her moan, "Fuck yes. Mmnnnmm. So good... so good. Ahhh. Yes... yes... lick it. Lick it. Yes... do it... lick it... lick my ass. Oh god, lick my asshole."

Now this was more like it. Apparently, she had gotten my hint after all. I redoubled my efforts, probing deeper and deeper, hoping to keep her talking.

It worked. "Yes... yes... fuck... yes. That's it... deeper... deeper... lick it... tongue it." She was breathing heavily, little mewls - not quite grunts, not quite groans -- escaping between each breath. Her ass was banging back against me in time with these mewls, and I got the feeling she was going to cum soon. I could dimly make out the squelching of her fingers as she worked her clit.

"Yes... yes... ohhh god... eat it... eat it. Fuck! Oh god! That's it... that's it baby... eat my ass... eat my dirty asshole!"

I pushed deeper and deeper, fucking her with my tongue, wanting nothing more than to make her cum. I was no longer aware of the smell, or the taste, or anything else. The only thing I was thinking of, my only concern, was giving her pleasure. I just wanted to make her cum.

"Oh fuck... that's it baby... that's it." More squelching, her pace increasing. "Yes... lick me... oh god... I'm going to cum... gonna cum... gonna... gonna... Yes!"

And then she was cumming. 

There was no doubt about it. Her body went rigid, her muscles tense. Her ass clenched tight around my face, her asshole began spasming around my probing tongue. I could fell wetness dripping down onto my chin. All the while she gasped out loudly in pleasure, well beyond words.

We stayed that way for a long moment, her body occasionally shivering through another spasm of ecstasy, her wetness dribbling down to soak into my beard. Then she collapsed forward, limp, her body flopping down raggedly on top of mine. Light and air flooded back in, and I sucked it in heartily. 

The fresh air brought with it new sensations. I could feel her sweat and secretions on my hot and lathered face. They cooled rapidly in the breeze from the ceiling fan, sending chilling tickles across my skin. Also, I was cognizant of her smell once again, thick and palpable. It covered my face; clogged my nostrils. The one-and-only glorious combination of pussy and ass. Of sweat, and sex, and desire. Of something deep and dark and animal-like. 

I laid still, relishing in it all. Content (although what choice did I really have) to lie beneath my nasty, little sex goddess. I wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but I was sure that I liked it. This is what I'd been dreaming about for all those years, and now here it was, become reality. I didn't want it ever to end.

Fortunately, it appeared that my girlfriend wasn't done with me yet. She rolled over and climbed back to her knees, then straddled my chest once again. I stared up at her in awe and wonder.

Her face was flushed, her body covered in a light sheen of perspiration. Her nipples still jutted proudly, trying to pierce the thin fabric holding them back, and her heavy breathing caused her tits to heave up and down, exaggerating this even more. Before me, her pussy peaked out from behind her still-askew panties. Her lips gleamed wetly, swollen and red from their recent fingering. She looked like a filthy, wanton, lust-crazed slut.

She licked her crimson-stained lips suggestively, only adding to the image. "Did you like that baby?" she breathed throatily. I nodded, not trusting myself to words. "Good, 'cuz I'm just getting started."

Just getting started? Oh my. 

What could she have planned next? She had already went so far above and beyond the usual routine that I couldn't even begin to speculate. I thought about the internet porn I'd jerked off to earlier (which she may or may not have discovered), but couldn't come up with anything further there. She'd already covered that. Whatever she had plotted out next apparently was of her own devising. And it seemed I was about to find out.

"Open your mouth," she demanded, pushing her two cum-stained fingers between my lips and pulling my jaw open wide. I did as told, savoring the tangy taste of the girl-cream that coated those prying digits, but to my disappointment, she didn't leave them there long. Once she had my mouth open to her satisfaction, she retracted them to her pussy and lifted up on the hood of her clit.

It suddenly occurred to me what she was about to do. A long-ago, drunken (very drunken) request on my part, which had led to a failed attempt due to nervousness, was now about to be fulfilled. But even as I realized that she intended to piss on me, and finally bring that request to fruition, the first droplets were already starting to spill forth from between her parted lips.

The first little bit dripped down onto my neck, but quickly her flow strengthened and turned into a steady stream, and I moaned loudly as she directed this stream up across my chin and into my open and waiting mouth. It was warm and salty, and quickly filled my mouth to overflowing, spilling out onto my cheeks and down my neck. Even though I had fantasized about this many times, I had never really thought it would happen, and was a little uncertain if I wanted to go through with it or not. It was one thing to get off on thoughts of drinking her piss, it was another thing to actually do it.

Though now it seemed as if I had little choice. Hesitantly, I swallowed... and was incredibly relieved to find that I liked it! It wasn't the greatest tasting thing in the world, but it wasn't bad, and the pure depravity of it -- of this whole situation -- made it more appetizing than the finest of wines. I opened my mouth for more.

"Yeah, that's it," she hissed, staring down at me from above. "Drink! Drink my piss... my dirty, hot piss. Drink it you slut!"

Groaning in subservient delight, I did as she commanded, swallowing another mouthful of her delicious nectar. If being forced to lick her unwashed ass was like the best birthday present ever, then this was like Christmas and Easter all rolled into one. I had died and went to heaven, and was completely at the mercy of this deliciously naughty angel that wore my girlfriend's face and body. 

An angel that was moaning and mewling in desire as she aimed her dwindling flow of piss across my lips and mouth, covering the entire lower half of my face. I basked in her golden flow, knowing I'd happily bathe in it, and listened to her growing excitement. From the sounds of it, she appeared to be enjoying herself as much as I was. Which was saying a lot!

Finally, her flow slowed to a trickle, and not surprisingly, she leaned forward, bringing her wet dripping pussy down onto my face. "Lick," she ordered, rubbing her damp fur across my nose and positioning her piss-soaked opening directly before my mouth. 

I did, lapping at the last of the golden droplets that glistened on her smooth skin and was rewarded a moment later with another mouthful of nectar as one last burst pulsed forth from inside her. Apparently, she'd been saving some for me. I gulped it down, groaning deep in my throat at the welcome surprise, and then returned to furiously licking her sopping slit.

"Ah, fuck yeah," she grunted, as my tongue penetrated her folds, "You like that baby... you like the taste of my piss? Is that what you wanted? Is that what you've been dreaming about?" She started rocking back and forth, rubbing her wet gash up and down my face as I sucked and slurped up whatever remnants I could find, my questing tongue cleaning her from clit to asshole. "Huh? That what you wanted, my pee in your mouth? You like drinking my hot... dirty... pee?"

All I could do was grunt in response. I did like it. A lot. In fact, I liked it more even than I had expected to. Loved it.

And evidently, she loved doing it. She was now panting audibly as she continued to ratchet her pussy up and down my face, smearing herself all over me, spreading her wetness from my nose to my chin. I tried to maintain my licking but she no longer seemed to care, roughly mashing and grinding her sodden snatch upon me, ignoring my questing tongue. She was grunting loudly as she thrust herself against me, using my whole face like her personal toy, finding friction wherever she could. All I could do was lay back and enjoy the ride, as she humped me mercilessly, using my nose and mouth and jaw to bring herself to orgasm.

It didn't take long. She was surely still worked up from earlier, and apparently she had enjoyed pissing on me quite a bit as well. Before I knew it, she had smashed her pussy tight up against me and was shrieking out loud as fluid pulsed forth from her spasming hole.

I sucked and slurped at her flowing cunt and there was so much liquid that I nearly gagged before managing to swallow it down and open my mouth for more. My first thought was that she still had some urine saved up and had let it go when she came, but then I noticed that it had a different flavor and consistency, and that's when I realized that it was cum. Or whatever it was called. She had squirted! Squirted right into my mouth! 

I was amazed. Stunned. Awed. That had never happened before -- at least to my knowledge. Usually, she would cum, and then a little trickle of girl-cream might drip from her pussy, but this time she had really cum! Filled my mouth right up. I was ecstatic! I felt like I could cum right then too! 

Of course I knew about squirting, had seen it in porn many times, and had always wondered what it would be like to make a girl do it. But after all this time, I had pretty much given up on it, figuring that it was only porn stars - and some kind of inside information - that could make it happen. Now I had done it. Or rather, my girl had done it with my help. Either way, it was fucking awesome!

I swirled my tongue about her pussy, gathering up as much of this tasty treat as I could find, but she soon pushed me away and rolled off me, muttering something about 'too sensitive'. I didn't care, I could still taste her. Could still feel her creamy fluids coating the inside of my cheeks and tongue. I sucked at it, relishing in its unique flavor. Savoring every last drop. 

My cock was so hard that it felt like it was going to burst! The poor thing had been bouncing and straining ever since my girlfriend had first climbed on me, and I didn't know how much more I could take. It felt ready to explode -- all it needed was just a little help. Really, I was so worked up that it seemed like I could cum from one good tug, but unfortunately I was still completely at my girl's mercy. 

I quickly wondered if there could be more still to come, and if so, what it would entail? She had commented that she was only getting started, but I couldn't imagine what else she could possibly have planned. She had already made me lick her ass, drink her pee, and swallow her cum -- all while riding my face to two intense orgasms. What else could she still want to do to me, and just how much dirtier could we get?

I wasn't actually sure I wanted to know the answer to that last part, but it turned out I didn't have to worry -- at least not for now. 

She was laying next to me, breathing deeply, a huge smile on her face, and now she turned and looked up at me. Her eyes had a dazed and glassy look to them, but as they met mine, she smiled even wider. "Oh baby, that was amazing," she said, her voice shaking, "That was just... incredible. Wow."

Then she noticed my throbbing cock, and a sudden look of comprehension dawned in her eyes. Her expression changed—but this time the evil, little glint wasn't there, instead it was a look of concern. She reached over and touched my quivering cock, causing it to jerk uncontrollably. Her hand wrapped around its rock-hard girth. "Oh, my poor baby," she cooed, "you haven't got to cum yet, have you?" I shook my head, but she already knew the answer. "And look how hard you are. You want me to take care of that for you?"

"Yes," I whispered, hoping that she was being sincere and that this wasn't the beginning of another round of this domination thing she had going on tonight. I loved it -- every second of it -- but I was ready to cum. I needed to cum! My cock hurt, I had been so hard so long. If I wasn't allowed to cum soon, I was going to go crazy.

She gripped me hard and began to work her hand slowly up and down. I groaned my delight, then watched as she leaned forward and swiped her tongue across the tip of my cock and the large bead of pre-cum that had formed there. It stretched from my cock to her mouth, glistening wetly in the dim light, and she added her own moan of approval as she tasted it on her tongue.

But she was hardly done. Still holding me tightly, she angled my cock towards her and proceeded to rub it all around her face, coating her cheeks and lips and nose with my growing wetness. All the while she was doing this, she was staring up at me with her most-potent fuck-me eyes, occasionally lapping at the underside of my shaft, giving me the full show.

Normally, I appreciated her technique and desire to extend my pleasure, but tonight she'd already given me more than I ever could have imagined, and I was in desperate need to release my pent up desire. "Suck it," I begged between gasps, "Make me cum."

She looked at me and grinned, swirling her tongue expertly around the head of my cock. "Please baby," I moaned, realizing how desperate I sounded, but not caring. "Please, suck it. I want to cum for you. Please, make me cum. Pleeeaase."

She gripped me harder, and I saw her eyes flash with delight. Suddenly, I felt a shiver of fear go through me. Had I went too far? Her eyes had that same intensity as they had earlier when she'd been about to sit on my face, and I feared that my begging had sent her back into dominating mode. Please god, no. I didn't know if I could take any more.

Luckily, it never came to that. Instead, she leaned over and took me deep into her mouth, her soft, slutty lips adhering firmly to my straining, steel-like shaft, her hand sliding down to gently cup my balls. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue and throat doing their magic, her long fingers coaxing me on, and I don't know that I lasted a minute. 

With a sadly girl-like cry, I began to cum. Began to cum like I'd never cum before. My body started to buck and shake, and it felt like I was cumming a solid, never-ending rope of cum into her mouth. A rope that seemed to just keep on going and going. Idly, I wondered how she could ever take it all. It felt like gallons. Then I remembered the amount of cum she had spewed into my mouth, and it seemed fitting. 

All the while, the waves of pleasure continued to crash over me with almost unbearable delight, my whole body at the height of ecstasy, and... still completely at her will. Normally, my hands were buried in her hair at this point and I could push her away when the feelings finally became too much, when I reached that fine line between pleasure and pain. This time though, my hands were still locked securely to the bed, and it was her who got to decide when I'd had enough.

And she wasn't done. Her tongue flicked repeatedly at the super-sensitive tip of my cock, pushing right down into my throbbing piss-slit, as her hand continued to milk me of every last drop of cum I possessed, and all I could do was cry out in combined rapture/agony with each lick. She kept at it for longer than I thought possible, and my heart was thumping like a jackhammer and I was gasping loudly with every breath by the time she finally released me from her grasp.

My spent cock slapped down wetly onto my lower stomach, and my equally spent body crumpled limply against the bed beneath me, the last little shivers of pleasure slowly trickling their way out of my body. My arms still hung from their restraints but the rest of my body had collapsed into an exhausted heap, unable to move at all. It felt difficult even to breathe. All I could do was weakly gasp for air, like a fish out of water. I felt like a rung out dishtowel, and I wondered distantly if she had managed somehow to literally suck the life right out of me. My very essence. Extracted out through my cock and devoured and swallowed by her greedy little mouth.

Even were that true, I decided that I didn't care. I could die happily now. It would be a small price to pay for the pleasures of the past twenty or so minutes. A fitting way to go...

My convoluted, and equally ridiculous, thoughts were interrupted as I felt her lips press firmly against my own in a deep passionate kiss. I could taste my cum on her tongue, but then realized what she could probably taste on mine, and decided not to worry about it. If she had wanted to dump my whole load back into my mouth, it shouldn't (and wouldn't) have mattered. I was hers to do with as she pleased.

She finally broke our kiss, and I could feel her working at my bonds as she moved her lips close to my ear. "So... was that what you had in mind when you said you wanted to get a little dirtier in the bedroom?" she whispered as my first arm fell free. "Was that up to your standards?" My second arm dropped as well, and she sat back up on the bed next to me.

"Yes. Better than I could have ever imagined," I replied, looking up at her in awe. "In fact, that was the dirtiest, most amazing thing ever."

"Really?" she mused, staring down at me. I noticed that dark, dangerous glint form in her eyes once again. "Cuz, I still had a couple tricks up my sleeve." She smiled at me wolfishly, and once again I felt like prey. "Perhaps we'll talk about it tomorrow and see what you think then."

A tremor coursed throughout my body. Oh boy...