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.

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   John - my second date.



   Having orally served John all night the previous night, sucked, rimmed
and drank his cum and piss, even eaten a little of his shit, he pretty much
knew he could do anything he wanted with my mouth, and I'd be happy. 
Knowing this, I left the venue and shape of our second date up to him.

   17:00 at work I got a text from him "7pm at La Scala, come thirsty and
dress slutty" - no hello, or how are you, he had clearly got my measure as
his slut.
I raced home, showered, and wore something suitably sexy but not totally
whorish, as La Scala was a nice place.  Short black skirt, stockings, black
stilettos, tight white blouse, and of course, no underwear.  I was
standing, eagerly, outside the restaurant at 5 minutes to 7 when John
pulled up in a cab, dressed in chinos and a nice leather jacket.  He walked
into the restaurant, without speaking, nodding his head for me to follow.
We were shown to our table, a quiet booth-type affair, with a round table

and long white tablecloth.  John was obviously a regular here.

   As we ordered drinks, John fished in his pocket and pulled out a knotted
condom, almost a quarter full.  He looked at me, "after our time together
last night, I wanked off twice today".  He tossed the rubber onto my side
plate, "eat it".  I dutifully (and if truth be known, happily) started
untieing the rubber, cold spunk pulling it down onto my plate as I picked
at the knot.  I undid it, and eagerly poured out the spunk into my wine
glass, squeezing the last of the globs of cum out with my fingers.  I was
absorbed, staring at the cloudy mixture, and I didn't even notice the
waiter staring at it, as he finished taking our drinks order.  The waiter
smiled at John, clearly impressed that he had such a public cumslut at his
disposal.  "Any drinks for madam?" he inquired, looking at John.

   John suddenly had an idea, and handed the waiter the wine glass, smiling
"See if there's anyone in the kitchen would like to add to this for her?".
The waiter looked over at me, and I nodded, licking my lips, as he carried
the spunky glass off to the kitchens.  John smiled at me, "while we wait
for your cum starter, get under the table".  As he read the menu, I dropped
awkwardly to my knees, head banging on the underside of the table, hidden
below the tablecloth.  John had kindly already pulled his pants halfway
down, and his large, wet cock was already proudly erect, waiting for my
service.  I grabbed his thighs with my hands and dropped my face into his
lap, his enormous cock impaling my throat as I forced my head all the way
down, painful at first, but just eye watering once I'd got him past my gag
reflex.  I barely noticed his hands shoving my head down as my nose smashed
into his crotch.  I felt his right leg lift slightly to get more purchase
on my mouth, and he started pulling my head up and down, quite violently,
his hand tightly pulling my hair like some toy, my face just used for his
cock's amusement.

   As I gagged and sucked, licking and vacuuming his beautiful cock, I
heard the waiter bring John's drink over, telling him mine would take a
while longer, as there were a lot of kitchen staff helping to make it.  I
carried on sucking and getting my face fucked, until I soon felt John
tense, as he pushed my face hard into his pubic hair.  My eyes widened and
watered as I moaned, quietly muffled by his crotch, and he bucked, spunking
4 or 5 shots of cum deep into my throat.  I swallowed, feeling the warmth
deep in my gullet, and he held me there, not releasing me for several
minutes as the last shudders of orgasm went through him.  He let go of my
head and I pulled off his wet cock, licking it clean, and sucking the slit,
making sure I got any last globs of spunk from him.  Once he was completely
clean, I pulled his pants up and got back onto my seat, several pairs of
eyes around the restaurant watching me.

   "Thank you" I said, smiling at John, and he graciously acknowledged my
thanks.

   We chit chatted for a while, John telling me he had several "plans" for
me tonight, and soon John's starter arrived and he ate happily while I
watched.  Just as he finished, the waiter arrived with my starter, covered
in a napkin as a "surprise", and explained that all the waiters, kitchen
staff, and a few guys from the deli next door had helped, and John
suggested, without even checking with me, that if they gave him their
numbers, he would send me round to thank them personally.  I liked this guy
a lot!

   The glass, which was not a small wine glass, was almost full - there was
cum all round the edge where guys had wiped their cocks clean, and thick,
gelatinous spunk about 2 inches deep.  I studied it closely, watching the
thicker globs bob on the surface, and seeing if I could see John's cold cum
at the bottom.  Watched by John and the waiter (and several discrete
husbands at the other tables), I lifted the glass to my lips and took a big
gulp of thick spunk, tasting the seed of all the different men, feeling
each lovely load coat my tongue and teeth as i drank it and swished it
around my mouth.  It was absolutely delicious, and before I knew it, I had
poured the last into my mouth and was licking the sides of the glass clean,
eagerly, not even noticing all the smiles around the room.

   After the main course, John told me he needed a piss, but I was his
urinal, so I should follow him.  As he got up and walked into the men's
room, I dutifully followed behind.

   In the bathroom, I dropped to my knees next to the urinal, oblivious to
the other guy already taking a piss in there, expecting John to use my
mouth.  John however, had other ideas and looked down at me between the
urinals.  "Block that one with your hand" he pointed to the urinal the old
guy was already using, and while the guy continued to piss, looking
confused, I put my hand over the drain hole on the porcelain, feeling his
warm piss fill the urinal over my hand.  The guy finished, shook, looked
down at me, then at John, muttered something about me being a crazy fucking
whore, and left the bathroom.  As I watched him leave, John started pissing
in the same urinal, adding to the pool, but stopped me moving my head onto
his cock to drink!  I felt deprived as I saw John's delicious urine go to
waste, but as he finished and shook, he grabbed my head and pushed my face
into the pool of mixed piss in the urinal, holding my mouth and nose under
the piss!  I had no choice - if I didn't drink the piss, for all I knew
John would drown me in that urinal right there!  I gulped fast, drinking
John's and the stranger's warm, strong piss as fast as possible, sucking it
down, adoring the mixed taste of piss.  I must have drank a couple of warm
pints, and as I got to start breathing again, I licked the urinal clean and
put my tongue into the drain hole, making sure the urinal was spotless.

   John looked down at me, "fuck, you're one nasty slut.  Is there anything
you won't do with that whore mouth?".  The question, I'm sure was
rhetorical, but I shook my head anyway.  John left the bathroom, and I
washed my face and followed.  When I left the bathroom rather than sitting
at the table he was paying the waiter, our food not even touched.  I stood
next to him as he finished settling up, and he looked at me, "We're not
wasting time here, I want to see you suck every fucking cock in London...".

   We left the restaurant, my face freshly washed and dried, the taste of
piss and spunk still in my lips.  We stepped into a taxi, and while John
told the driver where to take us, he pushed my head down into his lap,
unzipping as he spoke.  The taxi driver stared as I started licking John's
cock, and immediately protested, "here, none of that in my cab, get out"
and he started to slow down.

   I looked up from John's crotch, "please mister, drive us - I'll suck
your cock too?".  He looked reluctant, as John smiled at me, so I tried
harder...  "If you drive us tonight I'll come back every night for a month
and suck you off.  As many times as you want?".  He started to look
interested...  "And if you want I'll kneel in the front where no-one can
see me and you can sit on my mouth when you drive.  I can lick your arse
all night once a month?".  He looked at John, who nodded, and that was all
he needed.  We drove to some Soho bar somewhere, with me nuzzling and
sucking John's cock, and when we arrived, I jumped into the front of the
cab, as the driver got out his cock.  As I gulped down the guys fat cock,
already moist with precum, John got out the cab and wrote my number down
for him.  I heard him discussing the times and locations, as the driver got
harder and harder, and pulled my head in all the way.  The driver stopped
for a moment, pulled me tight in, shot out spunk, then pulled his cock out
and wiped it on my face as I licked and lapped up his sperm, slurping it
down, making him all clean.  He didn't even say thank you, just waited for
me to get out the cab and drove off, probably assuming he'd never see me
again, but I intended to be back serving him every night as I had promised.

   As I licked my fingers and lips, lapping up the taxi driver's cum, I
looked round....  We were round the back of the infamous Soho sex shops and
cinemas, I knew the place well, but where we were was just bins and grime,
with the odd sleeping drunk huddled up.

   John took my arm and walked me to a back doorway, one with a hairy,
bearded homeless guy sleeping under a dirty blanket.  John looked at me,
"lie down next to him, halfway down his body, undo his trousers and get
your face in his crotch.  I want to see you lick his cock, his balls and
his arsehole squeaky clean, and then I want to see his spunk in your mouth
while you thank him".

   I said nothing, but dropped eagerly and obediently onto the wet floor,
pulling the damp blanket back and finding the guy's belt and coat, undoing
buttons and belt as he slowly stirred.  The guy barely woke, tired as he
was, as I lay down next to him, my head at his crotch as I pulled down his
matted, filthy trousers.  His smelly, dirty, hairy cock plopped out, long
foreskin ready to be licked.  As the guy started to notice me, I started to
kiss his cock, licking it, lapping it up and down, using my mouth as a
flannel to lick the smelly dick clean.  The guy started to get harder,
looking down and smiling now as I looked up, and shuffled down under his
scrotum, licking and running my tongue over his dirty ball sac, sucking his
bollocks into my warm mouth.  As I licked lower, I felt him leaning and
pulling his pants down over his feet, and lifting his leg, allowing me
access to his behind.  As John watched, I stuck my face inbetween the
tramp's sweaty buttocks and licked his crack, sucking his filth, lapping up
and down, and then kissing his anus, spitting over it and licking it
repeatedly, tongue washing him.  As I serviced him, I heard John speaking
to him.

   "Her tongue's like warm toilet paper isn't it?  Want to cum in her mouth
and watch her eat it?"

   I knew my cue, so I moved back to his now hard, red cock and dived down,
my face into his dirty pubes, devouring the whole length of his penis.  I
rammed my head back and forth, drooling, licking and sucking hard as I
mouthfucked him, and within a few minutes he grunted and shot spurt after
spurt of incredibly thick spunk into my mouth, filling it, squirting cream
over my tongue and teeth.  He shot what felt like 5 guys sperm; clearly he
hadn't cum in months.  I pulled back so my mouth was on the tip of his
cock, and sucked the last thick, warm globules of cum out of him, licking
the head, keeping my mouth full of his spunk, as John had ordered.  As he
sat back, spent, I rose to my knees, mouth slightly open, showing him the
lovely cloudy load and gargled "thank you" to him, before closing my eyes
and drinking the delicious load.

   "Fuck, you're one dirty bitch" was all he said, as I rose and walked
away with John.

   We walked around the front of the shops, John saying that he wanted to
see me drink pints of spunk now, and I found myself in the middle of a
bunch of sex shops and sex cinemas, definitely no women around, but lots of
men, mostly old, mostly grubby, but lots of them darting in and out of
shops, buying DVD's, looking for porn...

   John picked the seediest and walked us in, the guys on the front desk
smiling and nodding at John.  As we walked into a dark corridor, John
pulled my blouse down so my boobs bounced out, and ushered me into the
first door.  We walked into a smallish cinema, perhaps 100 seats, with
maybe 30 or 40 guys all seated, discretely jerking off to the 1980's porn
flick on the screen.  The floor was sticky, and there were used condoms and
tissues absolutely everywhere, hardly a square inch of carpet was not
covered.

   "Before you spend the night sucking every fucking cock here, I want you
on your hands and knees, collecting every condom, every tissue, every
fucking pool of spunk.  I want you to eat cum all fucking night".

   I dropped down, as guys started shuffling, and craning their necks to
watch me.  I crawled up the middle aisle, picking up condom after condom,
some still warm, but most cold and congealed, some sticking to the floor,
some in piles of 10 or more where guys had dumped them at the end of the
rows of seats.  If I found any relatively fresh cum, meaning any still in
liquid form, I tried to scoop it into my other hand as best I could, but
realistically, I was shuffling on the floor, one arm filling with piles of
condoms and tissues, the other hand getting wetter and messier.  By the
time I got to the back of the cinema, I probably had 200 or more used
rubbers in a huge, messy pile on my arm.  There was a small crowd now as
several guys came to watch me crawling, bare breasted.  John waited at the
back, smiling, and just said "Eat, cunt", extremely loudly.  With dozens of
eyes watching, I started to suck the cold spunk off my left hand, the globs
I had collected off the floor, gagging slightly on carpet fibers, litter
and old pubic hairs in amongst the thick, spunky mulch.

   I reckon there was the equivalent of 20 or so loads there, now wet and
cold all over my lips and nose, as I started squeezing sperm out of the
condoms.  I started one at a time, piling them next to me and up ending
each one over my upturned mouth, but it was clear that would take ages as
there was so many of them.  So while John, and the growing crowd watched, I
started to grab 9 or 10 full rubbers at a time, get them the right way up,
and force out the thick, cold spunk into my open mouth.  It was like 10
guys shooting spunk into my mouth all at once, thick cum pushing into my
wide open hole.  The taste was amazing - cold, yes, but still musty and
spunky, much thicker and chewier than fresh cum, but enough to make me
shiver and cum myself as I ate the spermy feast.  I continued filling my
mouth, 10 loads at a time, doing my best not to miss my mouth, and as I
swallowed, guys starting coming up and wanking for me, adding their fresh
cum to my meal.  I was scooping up spilled cum into my mouth, draining used
condoms, and gargling as old, dirty, fat guys dumped spunk into my mouth
while John watched.

   As I started to finish the condoms, and lick out the tissues, guys were
still coming up and jacking off for me, now two or three at a time.  I
stayed like that for about 2 hours, eventually just getting one or two guys
at a time, and then just single guys as the cinema got emptier and emptier.
By midnight, with the restaurant, the used condoms and the cinema perverts,
John reckoned I'd eaten at least 400 loads of spunk, and I was really
slushing, my stomach distended with cum.  My face, neck, boobs and skirt
were all covered in jism, and I reeked of spunk.

   Before we left, John grabbed my hair and led me to the toilets, me
crawling subserviently, wet face eager to be used by him.  I crawled into
the dirty men's toilets, feeling the piss on my hands and knees, and John
opened a cubicle, which I assumed I would serve him in.

   To my surprise, he pushed me down to the floor and ordered "on your
back. I want to see you really fucking used".  I lay on my back, spunk
covered face up, piss and cum in my hair and soaking into my skirt.  While
guys followed us in, presumably to see what this slut would do next, John
opened his trousers, squatted over my face, and without a word of warning,
shat an enormous, thick turd into my mouth.  I lay there, totally used, his
obedient toilet as he carried on shitting, covering my mouth completely.  I
was about to swallow, as I had promised him on our first date, when he
stood, looked down, and smiled.  "stay still, you're not finished".

   I lay there, mouth overflowing with John's warm waste, breathing noisily
through my spunky nostrils, as I heard him talking to the guys who had
watched all this, jeering and taunting.  With the shit piled on my mouth,
all I could see was to my left and right, and straight above, and suddenly
I saw a huge, fat guy, trousers already at his knees, stagger off the
toilet behind, stand with his boots either side of my head, and hold his
hairy, buttocks open over my face.  Before I knew it, he was taking a dump,
on top of John's fresh shit, piling more turds into and onto my mouth.

   I blew fast through my nose to keep an airway open, and I heard the guy
fart and watched him wriggle, finishing his toilet needs on my mouth.  As
he stepped away, I saw John smiling down at me.  "Eat that shit".  I
started chewing, swallowing fast, gulping the 2 loads of waste, and as I
did, another old guy stood over and took a dump on my mouth, then another,
then another.  As fast as I could swallow, John was getting guys to use my
mouth as a toilet!  My tummy was completely full of cum and shit as the 9th
and last guy shat in my mouth and stepped back to watch.

   John let me lick myself clean, then had 4 of the guys piss in my mouth
and on my face to clean me before we left the cinema.  It was now 3am, and
I had cum 9 or 10 times in one night.

   I fell asleep on the floor of the cab back, feeling full, dirty and
content.