And Then Came Dessert - Sex Stories

And Then Came Dessert

... else turns you on.’ I immediately knew what was coming, and I rather would not have known. Acceding to her request would mean I had to go all the way. But I knew I could not refuse, that had been established during the farting session, and she knew it too. I opened my mouth. Her cunt was immediately upon me again. With her fingers she stuffed her cuntlips between my lips and then grabbed my head to hold it in place. ‘You know what’s coming, don’t you? I can see it in your face. Did Al tell you?’ I nodded without looking up. ‘And you still came. Must have really turned you on when he told you, didn’t it?’ I shook my head. ‘You don’t fool me. You men are all dirty pigs.’ I wanted to protest, but decided not to. She was right. Even if on the surface I was disgusted by the whole concept, I could not deny that somewhere deep inside I was fascinated and aroused by the idea of being used as a toilet. I didn’t know why, but it was an undeniable fact. My bursting cock, jumping up and down between my legs and harder than ever, proved it. ‘OK, rule number one: you look at me while I piss in your mouth. It’s a matter of respect, and I need to see you’re enjoying it.’ I looked up at her. ‘Rule number two: you don’t spill a drop. My piss is far too valuable to be wasted.’ I nodded. ‘Rule number three: you beg for my piss. I must know you desire it. I’ll not go through all the trouble of feeding you my piss if I’m not convinced you really crave it.’ It wasn’t easy to articulate with her ...

... cuntlips stuffed into my mouth, but I somehow managed. ‘Please, Marie, let me drink your piss.’ ‘How bad do you want it?’ ‘I’ll do anything if you piss into my mouth.’ ‘Anything?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘OK, I’ll hold you to that. You can start by grunting like the pig you are.’ I grunted like a pig, not very well. ‘You’ll have to do better than that.’ I gave it another shot. ‘Are you a pig?’ ‘Yes, I am.’ ‘A piss pig?’ ‘Yes, I’m a piss pig.’ ‘Are you my piss pig?’ ‘Yes, yours and yours alone.’ ‘Good. Hold on, here comes the prize you’ve earned.’ The bottom of her ass hardened against my chin and her legs trembled as she pushed to pee. It took her over half a minute to produce the first drops, which trickled through her cuntlips onto my tongue and left a salty bitter taste. She relaxed, then pushed again. This time a thin stream pushed through her cuntlips, making them flutter lightly between my lips and filling the bottom of my mouth with a warm pool of piss. The taste was strong, not unlike an overripe and badly matured wine, only saltier. I swallowed it with ease, wondering what the hell Al had been complaining about. Not that bad at all. A tap on the head reminded me to look up at Marie. Just when I did, a thick gush of piss started to stream from her cunt, which vibrated with its force. It shot right through to the back of my throat and I had to suppress a cough reflex as part of it went down my windpipe. My mouth filled up in a fraction of a second and I had to gulp hard and fast to keep ...