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...