A Cum Sluts Tale - Part 5...Swallow or Drown I woke up one Saturday morning ... no work ... and of course wanting cock. I showered, lubed up, dressed and took myself off to a Cottage a short drive away. Would I be lucky? In I went. Just one guy, at least 3 times my age. It was not his age that put me off, there was something about him. Oh well, I'll give it a few minutes and see who turns up, I thought. Nobody else came in. The old guy was eyeing me up. He turned and waved his cock at me. A decent size, and hard. What the hell I thought, I am a Slut. So I walked over to him, took it in my right hand and caressed it. "Want to come back to my place", he said. "Just around the corner". Well what was a Slut to do? I nodded and followed him. He lived in a block of flats ... 6th floor. We went up in the lift. He opened his front door and I went in. I was beginning to regret my decision already, my first instincts were right. The place was very untidy, and far from clean. I sat down on the sofa as the guy stripped immediately and presented his cock to be sucked. As my mouth approached it I caught the smell of dirty cock. No way was I sucking it in that condition. I looked at him and told him so. He looked so crestfallen. Sod it i thought .. got up and led him to his bathroom. I ran some warm water into the sink, soaped his cock and balls, and washed them thoroughly. I left him there drying himself, returned to the Lounge, and stripped naked. By the time he returned I was ready to be a slut. His cock had deflated by now. I motioned him over to me, and took it in my mouth. I sucked him for a minute or two, then leant back and told him to suck my tits. I was surprised, he sucked and licked them very nicely, then started to suck my cock. I stopped him quite quickly, I did not want to cum. I suddenly realised I needed to pee. I told him and as I went to go to the bathroom he said something strange "Dont waste it". He motioned me to his bedroom. The bed was covered in a rubber sheet. He lay down and said .. "Piss in my mouth". I had no experience of watersports up to then. The thought of it was a bit of a turn off, but I was a Slut, so i knelt over his chest and peed. I was revolted and intrigued to see how he relished my pee. I emptied my bladder, and climbed off the bed ... his cock was now rock hard. I bent down and sucked it. I really just wanted to make him cum quickly so I could get out of there. Then he started to shout at me "Ive got to fuck you, got to". Well who was I to say no. I climbed over his cock, guided it to my hole, and sat on it gently. It slid up my arse and I rode him. I remember so clealry seeing pee sloshing around on the bed, and the look on his face as he shuddered and came inside me. Whoops, yet another nasty first experience. He pushed me down on my back, in the still warm pee, and licked the sperm from my bum. He leant over my head and kissed me .. my mouth opened and he pushed the spunk into my mouth. I swallowed it all of course. I got up, went to the bathroom and showered. I was unsure how I felt. The watersports had not done anything for me really, except I suppose I enjoyed the thought of learning something new and disgusting. The fuck was not memorable, except being licked out for the first time ever, and tasting my sperm from his mouth. I dressed and left. No I decided, I would not be seeing him again. Over the course of a few weeks my thoughts sometimes drifted back to the encounter. The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea of being so disgusting. Yes, you have guessed it, I went back. I rang his door bell. He opened the door and I could see he was delighted to see me. Same dirty flat, but now it suited my mood. Within a minute we were both naked, but this time he took himself off to the bathroom and I realised he was washing himself. I was pleased about that. Same as the last time initially ... kissing, tit work, sucking, all on the sofa. Quite sexy, but I kept thinking about the watersports and his rubber sheeted bed. He stood up and motioned me to the bedroom. I lay on the bed, on my back, with my head just hanging over the edge. He positioned himself, got his cock in my mouth, then started to suck mine. The bed was dry. I gave no thoughts to the watersports. I concentrated on sucking his cock as he thrust it in my mouth. We carried on like this for about 10 minutes when he suddenly came. His spunk tasted soapy I remember. I expected him to climb off me, but he didnt. He collapsed on top of me, cock still in my mouth. His whole weight was on me. I panicked. He has had a heart attack I thought? What the hell do I do? I just couldnt move. It probably only lasted a minute. Then it happened. He was pissing in my mouth. If I had ever had time to think about it I would have been sick. I had no time to think. Not a few dribbles of pee, a strong acrid flood filled my mouth. I could not escape. I realised in panic I had only two choices, swallow or drown. There and then I decided not to drown. I forced my throat open and swallowed as quickly as he could pee. How many times I swallowed I have no idea, but at last it was over. The bastard climbed off me and I ran to the toilet. I wanted to sick it up, but I couldnt. I felt terrible .. debased, disgusted, violated. Then I realised there were other thoughts in my wicked head. It had actually satisfied something within me ... part of me really wanted to be treated like that. I ran water into my cupped hand and drank some, then half staggered back into the lounge. The bastard was standing there, still naked, with a big hard on. At least he had enjoyed humiliating me. I could tell he did not know what to expect. Part of me wanted to punch his stupid face. I still felt a little sick, and disgusted, but my eyes were on his cock. I was his bitch now, he had marked his territory sure enough. I moved over to the sofa, knelt on it, arse sticking up. Within a second or two I felt the tip of his cock pushing its way into me. He started banging my arse hard. I still remember it all. My head resting on the back of the smelly sofa. Aware of his piss sloshing around in my stomach. The taste of his stale pee in my mouth. Feeling slightly sick, but at the same time loving the feeling of degredation as he fucked me. Then at last he let out a long moan and his cock shot a load of cum deep in my arse. He pulled out roughly. I was dazed, debased and disgusted, mainly with myself. I dressed and left. As I descended in the lift all I could think of was my arse was full of his sperm, and my stomach a cocktail of his piss and cum. A cum and piss slut now ... another string to my bow. In Part 6 I will tell you of a trip to a Sex Cinema, and an amazing encounter. 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