Title: Miami

Author: Satyr of Eris

Date of Publication: April 10, 2007

Contains/Codes: MF, cons/rom, anal, oral, ws, scat(mild),
pain(cons), switch

Summary: First person; Marcus (me) and Neeta travel to Miami on
business and enjoy a playful encounter in the hotel after arrival



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“Checking in, sir?” the hotel desk clerk asked as I stepped up to
the granite counter. I nodded, handing her my American Express
and looked back toward the bank of elevators. Neeta was standing
there waiting for me, room keys in one hand,  her other hand
perched on the handle of her carry on bag, her foot nervously
tapping. The clerk continued processing my arrival, swiping a key
through the magnetic device that would enable it to open the door
to my room.



“I’ll need two keys, if you don’t mind. I have a tendency to
forget mine and it helps to have a backup,” I said smiling.



“Certainly, sir,” the clerk replied.



I was in Miami on business for a week, meeting with a potential
partner firm which might require some software systems
integration efforts. Neeta was one of the systems analysts on my
team and had traveled with me to provide the necessary technical
support for our conversation. It didn’t hurt that Neeta also was
my lover, a fact which she and I both intended to keep from our
respective spouses.



Neeta and I had first gotten together a little over a year ago
when I was traveling extensively to Los Angeles, where our
company is headquartered. Her husband had been abroad at the
time, working in India and we quickly became great friends and
then lovers as we came to realize that in addition to our
friendship, we shared a really freaky sexual identity. It was a
safe relationship, in that neither of us wanted to leave our
spouse and while we truly loved each other, we were both
comfortable in the quality and the amount of time we spent with
each other. (Note to the reader: remind me to tell you the story
of how we initially hooked up. It’s a great one!)



I glanced at Neeta again as she shifted from one foot to the
next. We’d been on a non-stop flight from Los Angeles to Miami
and Neeta had drunk quite a bit of water but not once had she
excused herself to use the lavatory on the plane. I could tell
that she needed to relieve herself and waiting for me to check in
was getting a bit painful. It might help at this point to give
you a description of Neeta.



Neeta’s Indian, from a small town near Mangalore on the eastern
side of the country. At five feet, three inches, Neeta certainly
isn’t tall, but her thin frame gives the impression that she’s a
bit taller than she actually is. Her perfectly smooth skin is
latte colored and her hair is jet black, worn straight and
dropping down midway on her back. She has a beautiful face, in a
way like an Indian Salma Hayek, but a touch more angular at the
chin, with deep, chocolate eyes that can speak volumes without a
word. While she’s thin, as I mentioned earlier, she has a great
figure, with a tight ass and pert, rounded breasts. I’ve never
asked, but I’d guess she’s a C-cup, maybe a little smaller, but
not by much.



In addition to her looks, Neeta’s also smart – damned smart.
Professionally, she can do just about anything which is what
first caught my attention when she came to work for me. But it
was later, over dinners and drinks that I came to realize that
Neeta was also a woman with a very conscious focus on her
sexuality and treated her sexual life with the same intensity and
intelligence as her job.



The clerk finally finished up and taking my keys, I made my way
toward the elevators. As it was late Sunday afternoon, the hotel
lobby was quiet and Neeta and I were the only two waiting at the
elevators.



“What took that guy so long?” Neeta asked, her soft Indian lift
wrapped in a British accent doing little to cover the hint of
frustration at the delay.



“No idea. They really should have had our rooms ready,” I said,
handing Neeta one of my keys. When we traveled, we stayed
together, although we booked two separate rooms for appearances
sake.



“Well, I really have to pee,” she said, stepping onto the
elevator as the doors opened in front of us.



“You could have used the restroom in the lobby,” I said, smiling
innocently at her as I pressed the button for the 18th floor. The
elevator began its ascent.



“You know better than that,” she said, smiling at me. “Do we have
any plans for the evening or are we just staying in?” she asked.



“I think we’ll just stay in. I’ve wanted to get my hands on you
all day and I don’t think that when we get started, either of us
are going to want to get dressed and go out later, do you?” I
asked.



Neeta smiled an innocent smile. It was one of the things I loved
about her the most. She could be engaged in the most depraved act
but her purity, lack of any guilt and total abandon shone
through, allowing her to never come across as trampy or slutty.



“No, I don’t think so,” she answered with a smile.



We made our way off the elevator and down the hall to my room. I
rolled my bag over to the corner and she did the same.



“Don’t you want to unpack before you pee?” I asked jokingly,
pulling my shirt over my head.



“No, I really need to go. Are you ok with that?” she asked.




“Of course. Go ahead and get undressed,” I answered, stripping my
shorts off and then my underwear.



She smiled at me sweetly, her gaze wandering to my hardening
penis. Stepping out of her shoes, she pulled the lightweight
sweater she was wearing over her head and dropped it on the bed.
She unhooked her bra and it was my turn to gaze at her freed
breasts. Her nipples had hardened, further contrasting their deep
cinnamon color against her lighter skin. Neeta noted my gaze with
a slight grin, but moved on to unbutton her jeans, quickly
pushing her jeans down. Her purple bikini underwear came half off
as she pulled her jeans off and tossed them onto the bed.
Slipping a thumb under their thin elastic band she slipped them
off as well as stood up, now completely naked. I glanced at her
crotch; her pubic hair was closely trimmed on her mons and fully
shaved below. Her lower belly protruded slightly and her hands
rubbed over her bladder.



“Do you have to go as well?” she asked, tossing her panties next
to her jeans.



“I do, but you’re first,” I said. “Floor or bed?” I asked.



“The bed, I think. The carpet looks a bit rough, don’t you
think?” I nodded and crawled onto the king bed, rolling over onto
my back. My cock was rock hard now and slapped my lower belly as
I settled into place leaving a dot of pre-cum near my navel. I
wiped it onto my finger and licked it off as Neeta joined me on
the bed. Slipping one leg on each side of my head and facing my
legs, she lowered herself onto my face, working with me to settle
her shaved puss just above my mouth. I kissed her mound gently
and she settled further onto my face. I slipped my tongue into
her, licking gently to separate her sex. Her asshole was perched
just above my nose and I inhaled deeply.



Neeta’s asshole smelled just like it always did after a long day
in jeans traveling around the country. It was slightly musty and
musky with a bit of a sweaty funk that sent another pulse through
my cock. I rotated my head upward a bit and let my nose burrow
into her asshole, sniffing even deeper.



“Marcus, stop squirming around, ok? Ready?” she asked.



I tapped her leg gently, our predetermined signal that I was
indeed ready. She adjusted herself slightly, her clitoral hood
rubbing past my lips. My tongue again delved into her cunt, this
time seeking out her urethral opening. I pressed the hardened tip
of my tongue into her piss hole and then withdrew, waiting. I
felt her push down and a burst of piss followed, directly into my
open and waiting mouth. It was hot and strong, having spent the
bulk of the day inside of her as we traveled across the country
and as I swallowed I could taste the brackish salty aftertaste in
the back of my mouth. I was in pure heaven.

I tapped her leg again, the signal that we were correctly
aligned. When we’d first gotten together none of these signals
was necessary; we were so hot for each other that nothing was
planned and a mess was fine with us. But as time went on, we
realized two things; a soaking mattress was no fun to sleep on
and that neither of us wanted to miss out on a drop of piss.



With my second tap, Neeta settled further and just released her
bladder. Her strong, acrid piss flowed freely into my mouth and I
opened my throat, swallowing quickly. There’d be time to savor
another full bladder in a while, but right now I wanted her to
simply relieve herself. Mouthful after mouthful disappeared down
my throat and I felt my own bladder begin to ache. I’d already
needed to pee when we started and I was guessing that I’d drunk
almost a liter of her warm urine before she started to taper off.



From above me, I heard her speak and looking up, I saw that she
was playing with her hair as she finished trickling her salty pee
into my mouth.



“…much better. Whew. For a moment I thought I was going to piss
my jeans,” she commented. Another squirt and she was done. I
licked her gently from her clit across her labia toward her
asshole, my tongue taking the place of toilet paper as I
carefully cleaned her. When I was done, she rolled to the side
and let me up.



“That would have been really bad. We wouldn’t have wanted you
wasting perfectly good pee that way,” I said.



“Agreed. How did I taste?” she asked matter-of-factly.



“Really good. But a bit on the strong side. You’ll need to get
some more fluids in you, for hydration as well as more obvious
reasons,” I said with a grin. Her taste was still in my mouth.



“Oh, you like it strong,” she said laughing. “So, I believe that
you said you needed to piss as well, didn’t you?” she said off
handedly.



“You know I do. I needed to go when we got up here and now I’ve
got at least a liter of your pee in my stomach,” I said.



“Poor baby… let me see what I can do to help you out.” She
grasped my cock and sucked the head for a moment. I felt her
tongue dip into my piss hole as she gathered all of the pre-cum
that she could from me. “Are you going to be able to pee with
this hard on? You’re as hard as a rock,” she commented squeezing
my balls roughly.



“I think so. Squeeze the base and see if you can get the blood
flow reduced for a moment. Once I start, I’ll be fine.”



She circled my cock with her small hand, her lithe fingers barely
closing around my stiff prick under my balls.



“Squeeze hard, ok?” I said.



She did, gripping my shaft firmly and squeezing hard. For a
moment nothing happened and then, as the blood flow was cut off,
my cock started to deflate a bit. Neeta placed her other hand on
my lower stomach and pressed. My bladder ached as she did this.



“I think I’m good now,” I said. Neeta lowered her head toward my
cock, keeping her death grip on me; she knew that once I was in
her mouth I’d want to grow hard again. She flicked her tongue
over my piss slit again licking the clear liquid there and then
slipping just the head of my cock into her mouth.



“Ready?” I asked, looking down at her beautiful face nestled in
my lap with just the head of my cock in her lips. She tapped my
leg once and then again. She was ready.



I relaxed, gently pushing outward. For a second, nothing happened
and then I felt my urine race up the shaft as my bladder let
down. Neeta ballooned her cheeks slightly in preparation as my
piss jetted into her eager mouth. She swallowed quickly and then
settled into the rhythm, nursing the warm, golden stream from my
cock. As she drank, she looked up and made eye contact with me, a
smile dancing in her eyes. I smiled back and ran a hand through
her hair. My pee stream continued unabated. Neeta met my gaze
again with a look that said “Are you ever going to finish?”



I laughed. “Hey, it’s what happens when you go second,” I said.



She nodded slightly, her eyes alight with sexual energy. I began
to finish, finally trickling down to a dribble, which she took
from me as if she was sucking through a straw. Her oral
ministrations started to restore my previously undone hard on.



“None of that, yet,” I said reluctantly.



Lifting her head from my penis, she smacked her lips.



“That was tasty, hon. I hope you’ll be full again soon. I do
believe that I’ll want some more in a bit,” she said, moving up
to kiss me. I smelled my piss on her breath and kissed her,
tasting the salty flavor of my urine as well as the heady aroma
of my cock on her lips. Our tongues played together for a minute,
exploring each other’s mouths tasting and looking for each
other’s flavors.



Neeta rolled back on the bed and lay back against the pillows,
tucking her hands beneath her head. I leaned over and licked her
nipple, flicking it with my tongue and watching it respond by
tightening. Being this close to her armpit, I could smell her
body odor; I wasn’t sure if it was her ethnicity or just her lack
of use of deodorant but I inhaled her pheromone-rich scent as if
it were perfume, which it was to me. I moved closer and ran my
nose along her armpit, feeling the slight stubble and a thin
sheen of sweat with the tip of my nose and my lips.



“Do I smell?” she asked as I licked her armpit, tasting her salty
sweat and feeling the dark stubble against my tongue. Her
forehead wrinkled in concern.



“You smell delicious,” I said. When we had first gotten together,
her body odor was a real concern to her, especially at the end of
the day. Initially, she would run home and shower before we went
out until I realized that was what she was doing. I explained
that I liked – no loved her scent, but while she was comfortable
with me drinking gallons of her pee, she still had some cultural
issues about body odor. However the effect it had on me was
beginning to make her realize that maybe it was a good thing.



She pulled my head into her armpit, hugging me tightly for a
moment and then released me.



“I’m going to unpack, ok?” she asked, rolling off the bed.



“I imagine I need to do that as well,” I said joining her. We
threw our luggage on the bed and began the rather mundane task of
hanging clothes and moving things from suitcases to drawers.



I’ll take a moment to bring you up to speed on certain aspects of
our sexual practices. See, when Neeta and I first met and became
friends, we commiserated about our sexual needs and our lack of
an outlet for them. But rather than just moving from there to a
quick affair of fucking and sucking, we really spent time
together exploring our deeper needs in conversation. For whatever
reason, Neeta and I established a policy of complete honesty and
transparency about our wants, needs and fantasies. As a result,
we were shocked on two fronts. First, we were both incredibly
twisted, with a rash of fetishes and perversions that defied
explanation and secondly, we shared most if not all of them. It
was chilling just how sexually compatible we both were. I can
remember the first time we acknowledged what our conversations
were doing to us. We’d been at a bar talking at length about our
likes and wants and needs. We’d left and I’d gone back to my
apartment and spent the next hour reliving our conversation,
masturbating in a variety of ways to a spectacular orgasm with
Neeta on my mind. I was still lying on the bed with my cum
congealing on my belly when my cell phone rang. It was Neeta and
with almost preternatural instinct, she asked me if I’d just
jerked off. It caught me off guard, but I admitted to the deed.
She then explained that she’d just done the same thing, thinking
of me and our conversations as she’d wanked to orgasm. Our
physical affair began the next day, but in my mind it all started
there.



One of the things we’d agreed to was the pee drinking. It seemed
like a game at first. Once we broached the subject of water
sports, Neeta told me that she’d always fantasized about never
allowing a drop of pee to go into the toilet, instead making sure
it was always drunk. Obviously work and other aspects of life
kept this fantasy from being a reality, but when she and I were
together, we did our best to hold to this agreement.



Another aspect was wiping after peeing. Neeta thought it was
unfair that men didn’t need to do this and shortly after we got
together, she informed me that she wasn’t going to ever wipe
herself after a piss again. Since then her panties and her pubes
always have a faint and sometimes strong urine odor, which turns
me on immensely. The exception was that I was encouraged to
“wipe” her with my tongue, a job which I enjoyed very much.



 Now, standing naked next to her as we put away our clothes, I
realized that there wasn’t a person on the planet that I was
closer to. We’d shared stories about our childhoods, what we
wanted from life and our whole beings, sexually and physically.
She really was my best friend as well as my lover.



I cracked open a liter bottle of water and took a large sip,
passing the bottle to her. She drank deeply as well, capping the
bottle and handing it back.



“Marcus, I know we agreed to do the piss thing this week,” which
was her way of referring to our agreement I mentioned earlier.
“And you know I love the thought of it. But I think we’re going
to have to have a little more than a wee right now. I’m really
feeling really horny, aren’t you?” she asked candidly.



“Always,” I answered, grinning at her. “What were you thinking?”



“Actually, the whole soup to nuts affair. Weren’t you?” she
answered. I’d gotten used to her way of putting things and knew
that she meant she wanted a long, protracted nasty sex session,
highlighting our favorite perversions.



My cock answered for me, starting to rise quickly to attention
again. Neeta grasped it and leaned forward, kissing me. Her soft
lips met mine and her tongue slipped inside my mouth, probing and
entwining with mine. I ran my hands along her body, allowing my
palms to brush roughly against her nipples and then slid then
down to her ass, parting her cheeks, exposing her anus. I slid my
finger down the crack of her ass, feeling the tacky film of sweat
between her firm round cheeks. She broke from the kiss and leaned
her forehead against my shoulder as I ran my middle finger across
the entrance to her rectum. I rubbed her there for a moment and
then brought my finger up to my nose, inhaling the fragrant scent
of her ass. Neeta lifted her head and smelled herself on my
finger and then licked my finger, sucking her taste into her
mouth.



I turned her around and moved with her to the bed. I had her
kneel on the bed, spreading her legs apart broadly. She turned
her head to look at me and smiled sweetly.



“Are you going to eat my asshole?” she asked, in that
pass-the-salt manner of hers.



“I am. Although I think I might spank you first,” I said, sizing
her up. She giggled excitedly.



“I’m ok with either one as long as you ultimately do both,” she
said.



“In that case, let’s start with some spankings,” I said.



“Good choice. I’m going to change positions a bit,” she said,
moving her legs together and crouching forward. “It makes the
spanking sting nicer.”



I went over to the dresser and retrieved my belt, coiling it up
and placing it on the bed for later use. This got another smile
from Neeta. I placed my hand on her lower back gently, lovingly
stroking her. I leaned forward and kissed her left ass cheek and
then straightened up. Drawing back, I delivered a first swat to
the exact spot I had kissed. Her café au lait skin reddened a bit
and she swiveled her hips, savoring the sensation. I added
another slap to her right cheek and then moved closer, firmly and
lovingly spanking the lower globes of her ass, moving back and
forth across the entire landscape of her beautiful ass, varying
the intensity and location of blows. She lifted her butt to meet
my hand, reaching for the sweet painful sensation each time.
After a few moments, I stopped and leaned forward to kiss her
buttocks again.



“Oh my god, Marcus. I love it when you do that. It stings so
nicely. Will you use the belt now?” she asked, turning over to
sit on her reddened hindquarters. I kissed her and she gave my
cock a few strokes.



“Of course. But I don’t want to get too out of hand with the
belt. You have a tendency to be a real pain slut and I’ve got
other plans for tonight, don’t you?” I asked.



“Yeah,” she said absently. “You’re right. But still, I want the
belt at least a little bit.”



I had her turn over again. I picked up the belt and extended
about eighteen inches of it, leaving the rest coiled in my hand.
She looked back at me smiling and wiggling her hips.



I started her belt whipping with a stroke that landed on the
lower part of her ass, allowing the belt to snake around and snap
the inside of her thigh. She moaned as the pain spread through
her and then opened her eyes to smile at me once more. I offered
her a second stroke like the same and then moved in tighter,
allowing the tip of my belt to land on the soft skin around her
asshole. Neeta yelped and her eyes flew wide open.



“Can you do that again? It was perfect,” she said and I obliged
several more times, striking the tender flesh around her crinkled
anus. Changing tactics, I stepped onto the bed and stood astride
her hips looking down. I swung the belt downward in an arc,
allowing the tip to strike her fleshy pussy lips. Neeta jumped
and a small shriek escaped her lips. In response, she spread her
legs wider and adjusted her sex, all in an attempt to offer the
widest target for my blows. I swung down again and this time, I
believe that the belt made contact with her open, inner labia as
I heard a wet slapping sound. She grunted and lifted her hips
again and I obliged her unspoken request, offering her two more
strokes of the belt in rapid succession. She collapsed downward,
grasping her sex, her fingers slipping in and out of her sopping
cunt.



“Neeta, don’t you dare cum!” I demanded. She was certainly
capable of multiple orgasms and cumming wouldn’t deter either of
us while we were playing, but we both had very different goals
for this evening.



I felt her take a deep breath beneath me and pull herself back
upright.



“That was close,” she moaned. I hopped off the bed and she rolled
over and spread her legs. Her inner thighs showed markings where
the belt had kissed her tender flesh and her pussy lips were
reddened; wetness seeped from her shaven slit freely.



I began to kneel to lick her, but she stopped me.



“Turn about is fair play, right?  My turn,” she smiled sweetly,
but her smoldering eyes belied her intent.



She had me lay on the bed on my back and began rubbing my
scrotum, gently at first and then increasingly rougher,
manipulating my balls in their sack. She gripped each ball and
squeezed tightly and then released them only to grab them both
and twist them hard. Blissful pain radiated through my nut sack
and I held my cock out of the way to provide her clear access to
my most tender area.



She leaned up to me and kissed me deeply, returning to her
duties. Now she began spanking my scrotum, alternating slapping
strokes with light punches. Finally, she leaned forward to kiss
me, slipping her right leg inside of mine. She held my face
gently and kissed me, holding me close to her. Anticipating her
next move, I spread my legs apart. Drawing back her knee, she
firmly drove it into my testicles, holding me steady as she drew
back for another blow. The pain/pleasure washed over me and I
spread my legs further.



“Harder, Neeta. Hit them harder,” I whispered into her ear as she
obliged me. I convulsed and held her close, allowing the pain to
wash through me.



Sensing that I was near the edge, she held me tight but refrained
from kneeing me again.



“Turn over. There’s more to come.” Neeta slipped away from me,
her scent still lingering in the air next to me. I rolled over,
still in a fugue state from the delicious battering my balls had
just taken. I felt Neeta’s lithe hands begin rubbing my ass and
closed my eyes as the first smack came down on my bare butt. She
spanked me fast and hard, covering my ass with blows. As the
intensity built, I found myself lifting my ass to meet the
strokes she delivered, exactly as she had mine.



Neeta straddled my back and hugged me tight, her breasts pressing
up against my back. Kissing the back of my neck, she leaned over
and whispered in my ear.



“Your ass looks so hot. Was that good?” I nodded and rolled to
one side.



“It was great,” I said kissing her gently.



“Do you want the belt?” she asked. I did and the look in her eyes
told me she wanted me to want it as well. I nodded and kissed her
again as she lifted herself from my back. There was a wet patch
on my lower back where her dripping sex had been and the cool air
highlighted it.



“Kneel up, love,” she said in a whisper and I did, rising to my
knees. She was more vicious than me, but I needed it more than
her. She laid down her blows carefully, but quickly. I especially
liked the strokes that landed on that soft patch where my ass met
my legs. Following my lead from earlier, she straddled my back
and directed the belt into the crack of my ass and then lower,
allowing the belt to strike my balls and on occasion, my cock. It
was heavenly.



She stopped when she saw my hand moving toward my cock. Practice
and time had taught each of us the cues that the other was moving
ahead too quickly and we’d grown good at helping to set the pace
for the other. There’d be a time when neither of us could go on
and then we’d allow ourselves the explosion of an orgasm, but
until then we would carefully refrain from allowing each other
that particular pleasure.



I fell back onto the bed and she snuggled up next to me. Her brow
was covered in sweat from her exertions, her hair sticking to her
head. I kissed her there, tasting the saltiness. Her skin was
covered in a thin sheen of sweat as well and she felt warm and
slick against me, her fragrant pheromones filling my senses. She
slipped one hand over my hip and caressed my reddened ass,
playing with my ass crack.



“You were really beautiful when I was spanking you and kneeing
you in the balls, Marcus. I love that you’re open to these
things, you know,” she said, looking up at me comfortably.



“We’re both blessed to have found each other, Neeta,” I said,
rolling one of her nipples in between my fingers.



Neeta ran her hand down between her legs and rubbed three fingers
into her cunt, lifting them back up and putting them into my
mouth to lick. Her thick, musky juices stirred me back to action.



“Neeta,” I said pushing myself off of the bed. “I want you to lay
back and lift your legs in the air. I want to lick your asshole
now,” I said.



She smiled and rolled onto her back, lifting her legs into the
air and rolling backwards, giving me clear access to her anus. I
paused for a moment and licked her pussy, scooping up the
dripping juices that had gathered there and she threw her head
back as my tongue grazed her clit.



“Damn, Marcus. Don’t do that unless you mean it,” she said with
an ecstatic grin on her face. I zeroed in on her asshole and
sniffed it first, reacquainting myself with the earthy musk-scent
I’d enjoyed earlier when Neeta was filling my mouth with her
golden piss.



“I’m sweaty and smelly down there, aren’t I,” she asked.



“Thank god, yes. You smell wonderful. Did you shit today?” I
asked, gently licking her rubbery sphincter.



“No. I tried before I left the house, but it was too early. I
usually can’t go until I have coffee,” she answered as I traced
circles around her asshole with my tongue. Her sphincter was
pink, with a light brown circle around it and it was quite
responsive; as I licked it, she pressed out and I was able to
slip my tongue inside somewhat. The slight bitterness there told
me that there was most likely something else waiting inside.



“So you’re thinking that we’ve got some other ways to play
tonight,” I asked.



“If you’re asking if I have to shit, the answer is most likely. I
felt like I had to poop on the plane, but I knew I could hold it.
If you want to know for sure, put your finger in me and find
out,” Neeta responded gently.



I flattened my tongue and licked her broadly across her asshole,
scooping the sweat and juices into my mouth. I dug my tongue into
her rectum again wiggling it around and tasting a bit more of the
slightly bitter, slightly sweet trail. Dripping a little spit
into the pucker crown of her anus, I rubbed it in, pressing
firmly with my finger and her sphincter gave way. I pushed inward
and by the time my index finger was inside her to the second
knuckle, I met resistance to my forward movement in the form of a
turd.



“Neeta, you’ve definitely got to shit,” I said withdrawing my
finger slowly from her ass. I examined it and found only ass
juices; a quick sniff rewarded me with the heady scent of her ass
magnified.



“Lick it,” she asked, and I did. There was little taste actually,
but the thrill shot through me as always.



“Nice. Well, if I need to get cleaned out, let’s go to the
bathroom,” she offered, sliding off the bed.



“Like you didn’t know already,” I laughed, following her.



“I did, but it turns me on when you check,” she said. “It’s part
of the ‘ritual’.”



The ritual, as we referred to it was anything we did sexually
where a certain pattern was important to us. For Neeta, all anal
sex began with ‘checking’ to see if cleaning in the form of a
bowel movement was necessary; what happened from there varied,
but the ‘ritual’ was almost always followed.



“I think this one is pretty straightforward,” she said as we
entered the bathroom. “I felt like I needed to poop when I was
standing over you with the belt,” she commented, looking at her
marked buttocks in the mirror. “Nice job on my ass.”



“And you let me go down on you when you knew?” I asked, knowing
the answer.



“Of course,” she said with a smile. “First, it’s the ritual and
second I like it when you play with me a bit when I’m full.”



I smiled at her answer.



“So, are you going to watch up close or are you going to drink?”
she asked referring to the fact that when she pooped she peed a
little, even though she tried to hold it in.



“Can you catch it this time? I really want to watch up close,” I
responded.



Reaching over to the counter, Neeta picked up one of the drinking
glasses. Lifting the lid and the seat, she stepped up onto the
rim of the toilet, facing the tank and crouched down, adjusting
herself so that her bum was over the water properly. Properly
situated, she rotated her hips toward me.



“Marcus, give me a little bit of a licking to get me started,
ok?” she asked over her shoulder. She held onto the wall with the
left hand and moved the glass between her legs with her right.



I leaned over the open oval toilet and licked her, starting high
on her ass crack and descending downward. The force of squatting
was having an effect on her sphincter; her anus was already
slightly opened and her tender rim was more red now. I licked
around the outside and dug inward with my tongue as I felt her
begin to bear down. I heard a small dribble of pee in the glass
she held and then felt her anus begin to open. I continued to
lick and probe at her asshole as it expanded and I then felt the
tip of her turd begin to exit her stretched rectum.



I took a chance and licked the tip of the turd; it was firm and
well formed. I then moved back a bit and allowed it to continue
to exit her body. I kept my face close and inhaled, smelling the
scent of her shit. While it was shit, the smell was mild and
earthy, a tribute to Neeta’s vegan diet. I licked her distended
asshole around the turd, pulling back to watch the thick brown
log make its way out of her.



Gravity finally won out over the grip of Neeta’s sphincter and
the turd fell into the toilet bowl. Pushing harder, Neeta
squeezed out another smaller piece quickly.



“Is that it?” I asked.



“I think so, for now at least. It was a good one. Felt like it
all came out the way it should. I think you warming me up helps,”
she said. “How do I look?”



She was referring to her asshole. Another note that you, the
reader should know, is that since Neeta abandoned wiping her
pussy when she peed, she’d done her best to give up wiping after
a bowel movement. Now, this works far less often than the pee
side of the equation, but when we’re together like this it takes
on new meaning.



“Pretty good,” I said. Her turds had exited mostly cleanly from
her tender asshole.



“Are you going to be able…” she asked, trailing off.



“Of course. Do you want to go back into the bedroom?” I asked.



She nodded and got off the toilet, carefully holding the glass of
pee. It was about three quarters full, the pale yellow liquid
shimmering in the light of bathroom.



“For me?” I asked, reaching for the glass.



“Nope. This one’s for me this time,” she said with a playful
grin, taking a sip of her own piss.



“God, I love watching you drink your own pee, Neeta,” I remarked
as she put the now half empty glass on the nightstand next to the
bed.



“I know,” she said with another grin. “I like watching you drink
yours too, although I prefer it when you drink it directly from
your cock,” she said. Her accent, formal and Indian-British drove
me crazy when she talked nasty.



I smiled back at her.



“Ok, well bend over. I need to make sure you’re all cleaned up,”
I said.



“With pleasure,” she smiled, crawling onto the bed and kneeling
down. She lowered her body and raised her hips, providing me with
the perfect access to her spread buttocks. I spread them a little
further and took a good, close look at her asshole.



Her entire ass crack was moist and sweaty and her puckered anus
was slick with ass juices and a faint tint of brown from where
her turd had only moments ago made its escape from her asshole.
The odor of her shit remained faintly and eager to capture it, I
leaned forward and gently extended my tongue into her hole. It
was warm and the flavors of her asshole were now concentrated, a
tart mixture of sweat, her natural anal lubrication and shit. I
wiped my tongue along her hole, cleaning the tastes from her and
swirling them in my mouth before swallowing. I dug deeper now,
wanting to make sure that all traces of her bowel’s activities
had been removed from her tender anal opening. She obliged me by
pressing outward and a little fart escaped from her back passage.
I sniffed and found that the odor matched the smell of her recent
poop. I dug deeper, working in concert with her as she pushed out
and soon my cleansing ministrations became a full on rim job.



I pressed my finger into her asshole gently and this time, it
slipped easily in all the way. I withdrew it and licked it,
savoring the flavors of her rectum.



“Can I have a taste?” Neeta asked.



“I’ll trade you for a sip of your pee,” I bargained.



“Done,” she agreed. I slipped my index finger in again and
swirled it around a bit, eliciting a groan of approval from my
lover. As I pulled the slippery digit out, Neeta sat up and I fed
her my finger which she eagerly sucked and licked.



“That’s nice. I think it’s funny how I’m always surprised by how
much I love the taste of my own ass,” she said drowsily. I
reached under her and probed her bottom again and offered it to
her once more, which she greedily sucked.



“Do I seem empty now,” she asked.



“I’m not sure. Kneel up for me and I’ll see check a little
deeper,” I said. We’d had a few instances when we thought we’d
managed to get all of the poop out of her butt and then been
rewarded with the miscellaneous turd when we least expected it.
Neither of us was particularly squeamish when it came to shit,
but the reality was that we had a certain level of interest and
tolerance and didn’t want any unexpected things showing up when
we least expected it.



Neeta rose up on her knees and sat up, impaling her rosebud
asshole on my middle finger. A little grunt escaped her throat as
she settled deeply on my middle digit. I dug deep with my finger
aiming upward toward where her colon descended into her rectum. I
twisted my finger around looking for any signs of an errant turd
or even one of those little beans of shit that sometimes have a
way of sticking around in one’s anus. Nothing – she was
completely cleaned out.



Leaning forward, I drooled some saliva onto her asshole, rubbing
it in and slipping a second digit, my index finger into her tight
asshole. She wiggled her ass a bit, adjusting to the addition of
a finger and then pressed down taking both to the base of my
hand. I slipped my other index finger in; now three digits
violated her tender back passage and I could gently pull her
wrinkled sphincter apart, stretching open her brown asshole. I
withdrew them all and sucked her tart ass juices off, her
brownish natural anal lube carrying the same flavor of her
asshole that I’d previously tasted while rimming her, but
stronger and deeper. Slobbering on my fingers I returned them to
her anus, which greedily allowed them back in. I added a fourth 
and began pulling her anus open slowly but surely, licking my
fingers and savoring her pungent ass juices as I loosed her up.



“Let me suck you, honey,” she moaned. “I want you wet for my
asshole.”



I couldn’t disagree with her request.  She turned on the bed to
face me and gripped me by the cock, pulling me gently forward.



“Lay on the bed for me,” she requested, pulling on my cock
harder, leading me onto the bed. I obliged and dropped on the bed
and Neeta quickly dropped her head to my crotch, enveloping my
semi-rigid penis with her warm, wet mouth. She rose up, trapping
just the head between her lips and sucked hard and then ran her
tongue around the sensitive tip of my now swollen prick. Drooling
heavily, she coated my cock with her saliva and then massaged it
with her petite hands, slobbering more and more until I was
sopping wet. She returned to sucking me, her mouth gently fucking
my engorged penis. I swirled my hands in her jet black hair,
reveling in the pleasure she was bringing me.



Neeta moved up next to me on the bed and kissed me. I could taste
my cock on her lips and I was sure that the flavors of her ass
lingered on mine. She nibbled my lips and then kissed me deeply,
her tongue probing into my mouth the way mine had only recently
probed her dark anal canal. Her hair cascaded over my face and I
drank in her delicious scent; shampoo or conditioner and her
natural body odor mingled together. She dropped her head to my
shoulder and whispered in my ear.



“I need you inside me,” Neeta whispered in my ear, her breath
warm on my neck.



“Ok,” I answered and she swung her leg over me, straddling my
hips. Instinctively my cock rose to meet her swollen pussy lips,
but Neeta reached to my erect penis and gently slipped it back a
bit, settling the tip of my prick against her still slobbery anal
opening. She pressed down and for a moment, like every time
before, I thought I wouldn’t fit. And then she relaxed her
sphincter, impaling herself on my rigid member, almost to the
hilt.



The contrast of being in her ass as opposed to her pussy was
never lost on me. While Neeta’s cunt was tight and always a
welcome respite for my throbbing cock, her asshole was where I
belonged. Her rectum was tight, but well practiced and while the
initial thrusts of our ass fucking were always painful, it was a
pain that she craved; at times she would pull me out of her
asshole and then slam me into her clenched ass, just to
re-experience the initial violation again. Once I was inside her
she would pause for just a moment, closing her eyes to savor the
feeling of fullness; tonight was no different and I looked up
into the eyes of a wanton goddess gazing down on me.



She placed her hands on my chest and smiled at me, a simple smile
that confessed her blissfulness. Her hips gently undulated,
fucking my cock into her anus deeply and then out again, only to
drive forward once more. Her slippery vise pleasured my cock
mercilessly and I sought to shift my focus in order to keep my
cum from leaping out of my cock unannounced. I opened my eyes and
looked up again and Neeta was sitting upright, hands behind her
head, gently riding my penis. She smiled and stopped moving for a
moment.



“I need a taste,” she whispered, allowing me to slip out of her
tight anal canal and then swinging her leg off of me. Leaning to
my cock, she took it directly into her mouth and sucked me into
her deeply, all the way to my balls. She carefully cleaned my
cock and then turning further, offered me her well fucked asshole
again.



She had a bit of a gape, and her pungent anal juices coated her
slick opening, leaving light translucent stains of brown across
the most tender area of her buttocks. I drove my tongue to the
center of her gaping anus, attempting to fuck her with my oral
cock. Pulling back, I cleaner her again and slipped a finger
inside to further gather her juices and self created lubricants,
licking them from my coated digits.



She gave me only a moment and then rolled over, opening her legs
to me. I lifted them high and re-entered her tender anus, again
slipping in slowly to the hilt of my cock as she closed her eyes
in bliss. I leaned forward and held her tight in a delectable
parody of the traditional missionary position; my cock thrust
into her slippery asshole while her pussy remained unfilled. She
leaned up and kissed me tenderly and we shared the tastes and
smells of her in each of our kisses. I lifted myself off of her
and spread her legs, lifting her right leg up alongside my head
as I slowly thrust in and out of her.



Neeta moved her foot a little, nudging the side of my face and I
turned, gently taking several of her toes into my mouth, sucking
them gently as I continued stroking in and out of her.



“Marcus, I want you to cum inside of me,” Neeta moaned, shifting
slightly to give me better access to pump into her asshole.



“Are you sure?” I asked. I wanted to cum so badly but yet I
wanted to remain inside of her shit hole forever.



“Yeah, love. I want you to cum. We’ve still got all night. This
will just be number one,” she said smiling at me.



“Ok – this won’t take long,” I said smiling down at her.



In reply, she pivoted her hips upward, providing me a great
access to her already well fucked asshole. I rammed in hard and
then began stroking deeply, fucking her tender asshole as I would
her cunt. She groaned in pleasure and then grinned broadly at me.



“Come on, love. Fuck my tight asshole. I want to feel you cum
deep inside me,” she said, egging me on.



I came then, hard and deep, thrusting into her bowels as what
must have been a gallon of cum was expelled from the tip of my
prick. Twice, three times; I lost count of the times I felt my
cock pulse and jerk in her tight rectum. Sweat dripped from me
onto her dark body as I shuddered to the end of my orgasm.



“Let me lick your cock now,” she whispered to me and I pulled my
spent member out of her anus, moving to where she lay so that she
could clean me off. Her tongue and her lips gently sucked on me,
mindful of how sensitive I now was, as she cleaned her juices and
remnants of my cum off of my now deflating prick. Neeta’s tender
ministrations continued at my cock for a moment longer but then
she abruptly stopped.



“Ok, it’s ready,” she said and I smiled and rolled over on the
bed. Neeta straddled me, much as she had done earlier, easing her
hips down onto my face. My tongue found her pussy and gave it a
quick lick, savoring her delicious flavors.



“Marcus, stop messing around, ok?” she giggled, rotating her hips
forward a bit, taking her pussy out of range and placing her
asshole squarely over my lips. I reached up and spread her ass
cheeks gently, licking at her slick, reddened asshole.



“Are you ready?” she asked and I tapped her leg once.



Neeta pressed outward and a small fart escaped her asshole,
odorless unless I was just so caught up in the smells of her ass
that I didn’t notice. She pressed out again and I opened my mouth
further. This time, her effort was rewarded as bubbles of
brownish cum farted out of her rectum. I licked this away and
then she gave another push and she gaped again, a dollop of my
sperm rolling out of her violated sphincter and into my mouth.
Now open, she pressed out again and more of my cum, now stained a
light brown color drizzled out of her beautiful shit hole into my
waiting mouth. I swallowed, tasting and feeling the texture of my
sperm as I drank the heady mixture of her ass juices and my
cock’s fluids from her rectum.



“Lick me clean, darling,” she cooed and I did, digging deep into
her for more of me.



Finished, she rolled off of me, retrieving her half finished
glass of urine from the bedside table. She drank a swallow and
offered me a sip, which I gladly took.



“Hmmm, Neeta that was nice. Ready for your turn?” I offered,
gazing up at her glittering black eyes.





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