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 This entry is somewhat true, but none of the names or places are genuine.
It is intended for adult pleasure only, and if you are not an adult, then
don't read it.  My stories usually contain graphic descriptions of oral
sex, slaving, rimming, group sex, bi-sex and toilet, both pee and poo.  If
that offends you, then read something else.

   This is my seventh posting, the rest are here:
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others, I'd love to hear from you - feel free to email me debsmouth at
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   John - my new boyfriend.

   If you've read any of my other stories, you'll know I'm an orally
addicted slut, but clearly, not all guys know it instantly, and new
boyfriends often take a few days to get into the swing of things.  This is
a story about John, one of my latest guys, and how we got into a great
routine.

   I met John, like I meet a lot of guys, as a friend of a friend.  This is
a useful way for me to meet guys, as it often cuts out all the bullshit,
and also usually means they've had my fetishes and desires explained to
them before our first date.  They often don't believe all the tales they
hear, but at least they know I'm not looking for fucking or for commitment.
My friends know the sort of guys I like (which is to say, all guys) but
they seem to pick out very suitable ones.

   Saturday night was my first date with John.  We met at a cafe west of
the city, next to the cinema where he'd booked tickets.  I dressed
provocatively but not completely slutty - I didn't want other people to
think he was with a hooker.  So I wore a short leather skirt, high heels, a
tight blouse and a respectable amount of makeup.  As I walked into the cafe
to meet him, I saw that he looked pretty handsome - a tall black guy, in
khaki trousers, a nice tight shirt and a short leather jacket, and
certainly as good as my friend had described.

   I said hello, and we smalltalked for a while.  He seemed a little too
nervous for a such a good looking guy, but I expected he was thinking about
all the wild stories he'd heard, and not sure which ones to believe.  He
was something in IT apparently, lives alone in a flat nearby, drives a nice
car, and has been divorced for over a year.

   "So, looking for your next wife, or just some fun then" I ask, a little
cheekily.

   He explains he's not looking for anything really, just likes being with
a woman.  Right answer for me!

   We chat a little longer, finish our coffee, and make our way to the
cinema next door - some romantic comedy he's chosen.  I ask if we can sit
at the back, which makes him smile, and we take up the middle of a long row
of seats, not too many people nearby.

   As the film starts, he starts to put his arm around me and pull me
closer, softly.

   He whispers, "This is nice", and smiles.  I like him, and I whisper
back, "it is yes".  However, I'm not with a guy to be nice, so as he
reaches for the popcorn and soda on the seat to his side, I drop to the
floor.  He turns back to me and I'm on my knees, shuffling between his
legs, looking up at him....  As he looks down I look up and whisper,
"Please?  May I".

   Suddenly, I can see he's starting to think the stories are true, but
doesn't want to assume too much, so he just nods, hoping we're thinking the
same thing.  As he looks around to see if anyone is looking, I lick my lips
and start pulling his loose, khaki pants down, and he lifts his buttocks
off the seat slightly for me, to make it easier.  With one movement I pull
his trousers and boxers to his ankles in the semi-darkness, and I almost
faint as this beautiful, thick, veiny cock flops to the side.  It must be 8
inches long, whilst flaccid, and almost as thick as my wrist!  The big red
head is wide and bulbous, with a delicious looking long piss slit.  As he
looks ahead pretending to watch the film, I almost drool, looking down on
this wonderful treat, kissing and licking his hairy thighs, pulling him
lower, so he can move forward towards my face.  I start kissing closer to
the big cock, but it starts to twitch and I want to feel it grow in my
throat, so I dive forwards, hands on his legs, and push my face fast into
his crotch, sucking my cheeks in, getting the thick head into my mouth and
gulping as I feel his girth push into my throat.

   My eyes water and I cough a little as I feel this large cock choke me,
but I know what I want, so I carry on, getting my nose into his trimmed
pubes, his cock all the way down my throat as it starts to harden, getting
even wider and longer in my throat.  Rather than pull out, I start
rhythmically moving, ever so slightly, about an inch up and down from the
base, back and forth, so he can feel my lips moving on his cock, but he can
still feel deepthroated, as it should be.  He's hard now, cockhead deep in
my gullet, as I repeatedly gasp for air, my eyes streaming.

   I suck for a few more minutes like this, then move all the way down,
throating him completely, and stay still for a few more minutes, suckling
and lapping, then quickly pull off his cock, wet strings of saliva and
precum stringing from my mouth to his cock.  The long wet globs fall onto
the seat and his crotch as I go lower, kissing and licking the stickiness
off his shaft, feeling it on my face as I kiss and lick his wet balls.  As
I crouch down and start sucking on his scrotum, I see the huge, hard cock
in its full glory above my face.  Fuck, I think, it must be 10 inches long;
I shiver, quietly cumming, just at the thought of how much gagging I can do
with this guy.

   I lick his cock clean of spit and precum, lapping all over his shaft,
and lick his lovely, dangling balls.  As I suck his scrotum, he kindly
moves forward off the seat, to give me easier access to get under his
balls. He kicks off his pants and trousers from around his ankles as I
scoot down completely, now laying on my back on the cinema floor in front
of him as he eases off the edge of the seat, just the back of his buttocks
resting on the edge.

   To the people on the end of the row it just looks like some big guy
sitting oddly.  As I look up through the darkness under his warm, wet
crotch I can see his balls dangling, cock sticking out, and his hairy
buttocks overhead.  His feet are either side of my head, and I want him to
enjoy the film, so while he watches, I scrunch up his pants under my head,
and using them as a cushion, I wedge my face in between his buttocks.  I
hear a slight gasp as I open my mouth and lick around the rim of his hairy,
musty asshole, my tongue probing the edge, then entering, pushing the
puckered hole open as I start to lick inside his ass, eagerly tasting him,
almost pulling him onto my face, feeling his cock throb above me.

   I'm in heaven now, as I alternate between gagging and choking on his
massive cock, sucking his balls, and licking that lovely, hairy asshole. 
For about an hour and a half I enjoy John's crotch, lapping him clean every
few minutes of all the spit and precum.  As I feel him getting close to
cumming, I drop down to suck his balls and asshole for a few minutes, then
go back to his cock.

   Just as the film is starting to finish, I get back into a kneeling
position in front of him and putting my hands behind my back, fall face
first into his cock.  Slight pain and discomfort as I choke, but that soon
goes way, and I'm nose first in his crotch, feeling him looking down at me
as I deepthroat him.  I start pulling up and down with my whole head, and
as I get faster, I feel his hands grab my head and start using it properly,
moving my head back and forth, up and down 8 or 9 inches at a time,
wonderfully wanking himself with my mouth.  I feel the distinctive throb,
and he pulls off almost completely, as the first spurt of thick, warm spunk
shoots over my tongue and into my mouth.  As I feel my cheeks fill up with
a second huge spurt of spunk, he pulls my head down all the way, pushing
his cock into my throat, his sperm around the sides of his cock, as it
continues to feed me sperm, now directly into my stomach.  As he spurts for
a 5th or 6th time, he starts to let go of my head, and I stay there,
gulping and humming, making sure he's completely drained.  I pull off a
little, still keeping his cock head in my mouth, so I can swish the
mouthful of spunk around, tasting it's deliciousness before I swallow.

   As the film draws to a close, I lick him clean, tongue in his slit,
lapping under the cockhead and enjoying every inch, lapping up any last
traces of cum, precum or saliva, and I gently pull his pants on, making a
show of licking the gusset as he looks down at me.

   By the time the house lights come on, we're seated normally, him
smiling, and me looking longingly at him.

   "Fuck, I've never had anyone throat me and suck me like that before, and
for that long!!" he says as we get up.

   "Well John, that was fabulous for me - you can keep that thing in my
throat all fucking night!" I smile at him.

   We leave the cinema, not saying a word, then he asks if I want to go
back to his for coffee.  Looking down at his crotch, I see a faint bulge
still there, and "God yes!" I answer.

   In the car on the way to his he asks "Did you really mean what you said
that thing about all night?", and looks over hopefully.

   I lean over, rubbing his crotch and lick my lips...  "Well, if we were
going to keep it there all night John, we'd have to get creative so that
thing couldn't escape....  ", I look at him mischievously, "like maybe,
duck tape?"

   I see his jaw drop, as he looks excitedly at me....  "w...what?"

   "Yeah", I elaborate, "You could shove your cock, and maybe those big
balls too, in my mouth when you're soft, and then tape me up, so I have to
crawl in front of you all night.  If you wanted?"

   I think at that point he almost came....  "Of course", I said, enjoying
this, "you'd have to sleep on my face too, if that's ok?"

   We suddenly drove faster, and got to his place in a few minutes.

   As we get into his flat, he turns to me and pulling off his trousers and
pants in the hallway, says "If you want this in your mouth when it's soft,
its now or never I think!", and sits on the sofa in the open plan lounge. I
walk over quickly, stepping out of my skirt and pulling off my top, boobs
bouncing and trimmed pussy on display as I drop, and move onto his cock,
getting it down.  With the help of his fingers and mine, we manage to wedge
his balls into my mouth too, and I'm desperately trying to breathe through
my nose, as he stands and walks backwards to the kitchen, me crawling on my
knees, face stuffed into his crotch, naked, as I edge forwards keeping his
cock and balls stuffed in my warm mouth.

   I feel him start to harden, as I start to choke, and suddenly I feel
tape pulling my hair as he wraps thick bands of duck tape around my head
and his buttocks, again and again and again.  He tapes my head to his
crotch, and my neck, so I am completely impaled.  We shuffle awkwardly to
the fridge and then back into the lounge as I crawl blindly backwards, and
he sits slowly.  All I can see is his crotch, as I hear a beer can open,
and the TV come on.

   John had now realised the stories were true, and wasn't bothering with
the romance anymore.  "The one problem with this, you freaky bitch, is that
you can't move up and down my cock, so I'll need some stimulus in order to
feed you your spunk" I hear him say.  As he's talking I hear some guys
talking on the TV...  "So, while you're down there, I think I'll watch 500
best cumshots, and see how you rate".

   As the film progressed, I could move my tongue slightly on the base of
his shaft, which he seemed to like, and it seemed to be enough to stimulate
him.  I, however, had real difficulty breathing, and spent most of my time
coughing and choking, and swallowing saliva.  John seemed to like this, and
before long I felt his cock pulse, and a warmth in my throat as he fed me
more of his spunk.  To his credit, he didn't untangle me, and turned off
the TV, and slowly edged backwards into his bedroom.  He slowly kicked off
his socks and climbed onto the bed with me.  He lay on his side, with me
halfway down the bed, still tied to his crotch, his softening cock (and
balls!) resting in my mouth as he put a pillow under my head for support.
He nodded off quickly, and I masturbated happily, sleeping halfway down his
bed.  I eventually drifted off too, and was awoken sometime in the night
when he rolled over onto his front - I quickly adapted and lay on my back,
as he pushed the full weight of his crotch into my face.  As I gagged,
looking up at his belly, I felt him harden - I couldn't believe my luck -
he was having a wet dream in my spasming throat!  He started humping my
face, which of course because it was tied so tightly to his crotch, meant
my head starting bouncing on the mattress too, but the duck tape held as he
fell forward completely, and pumped yet more spunk into my tummy.

   We both fell asleep like that, and morning came too soon.

   When I woke, he had untangled me in my sleep and was already getting up.

   "Oh, you've untied me?" I said, disappointed.  "Yeah", he laughed as he
walked towards the bathroom, "I need to take a dump".

   I still needed that cock, so I ran in after him, barging in as sat down
on the toilet seat.  I immediately knelt and shoved his cock back in my
mouth.  As I crouched in front of his toilet, he looked down, "Er, I need
to use the toilet Debs....  you know, number 1 and 2?".  In answer, I
pulled back so just his cockhead was in my mouth, and looked up at him.  "I
need you in my mouth" was all I said.

   "Fucking hell, you are one dirty bitch.  You actually want me to use
your mouth as a toilet too?" he said as he looked down, leaning back on the
porcelain.

   I stayed put, and suddenly the previous night's beer and soda took it's
toll, as a torrent of hot piss shot out of John's beautiful cock, into my
waiting mouth.  I closed my mouth over the tip, tasting it, enjoying it,
letting my mouth fill before swallowing, looking up into his eyes as he
used me as his own personal urinal.  As he pissed what felt like pints of
warm urine into me, I head him grunt, and heard a splash as he took his
first dump of the day.  I continued to drink his piss, eagerly sucking it
out of his bladder, as he took 2 more shits and then his piss died down to
a trickle.  I swallowed the last drops, licking his slit clean as he stood
and reached for the toilet roll.

   "Oh no, please, allow me" I said and took his hand away.

   "Oh you slut", he smiled, "you gonna wipe my ass too?" He turned and
bent forward as he said this, but faced with this lovely ass, even dirty
with his morning shit on it, I could not bring myself to use the paper.  As
he leaned, expecting to feel the paper over his anus, I moved my mouth onto
his dirty ass, licking and sucking, swallowing the dirt off him, orally
serving him completely.

   "Fuck!  You are the dirtiest fucking whore I have ever met", he said as
he looked back between his legs, watching my boobs bounce as I lapped his
asshole clean, my tongue his warm, wet toilet paper.  As he leaned forward
I actually sucked off bits of his morning shit, swallowing and lapping him
clean.

   When he was completely clean, he turned, and I looked up at him.  "If
you let me come back tonight, you won't need to use the toilet at all" I
smiled.

   "No way!", he looked down at me, "You'd eat my shit, all of it?  Fuck, I
don't believe you"

   To show him, as he spoke, I put my hand in his unflushed toilet and
scooped out a turd, wet and dripping.  I watched his cock harden as I
lifted it up, put my head back, and dropped the log into my mouth, chewing
and swallowing as he stood there dumbfounded.

   I showered, washed my mouth out and agreed, eagerly, to meet him the
following night!

   But the second date is another story!