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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