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Subject: A (Lycra)Slut's Origin. Suzie SleaZ
Date: 7 May 1996 20:51:51 GMT
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SUZIE SLEAZE
WRITES TO PLEAZE...
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This was posted (briefly) in the past (after LycraSlut Letter(1),
but - it seems - most missed it...
IF WATERSPORTS IN HORNY SEX TURNS YOU OFF ... DON'T READ!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
As usual, tell me if you like...
Another story is half-complete - watch this posting space...
ME ... Suzie...
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I'm the girl you remember at school?
At age nine showing panties in the playground?
At age eleven, standing on her bedroom window ledge, starred
- holding the top corners of the window, thighs spread - showing
a naked, bared figlet, no tits - WHY? WHAT MADE ME do THAT?
I'll never understand what it is inside me that makes me do
it then and now....
At age thirteen, already renown for it - and regularly
'kidnapped' into the boy's toilets to have grubby hands shoved
down her panties and up her blouse? (And loving every grope..)
At fifteen I was fucked for the first time.
He was a fairground worker and I wooed him on the Waltzers
with flashed smile, flashed tit and flashed crotch.
He was a typical fairground worker - unkempt, smelly,
wearing tight, faded Levi's - cock-bulge showing clear - under
worn-thin, oily denim.
It was my tits he wanted. All the boys did - the biggest
wonder was how I lasted 'til fifteen - I had the biggest
tits in the school and I was only fairly small - still am.
Around the back of the Hot Dog caravan he got his hand up
my T-shirt and groped me.
But that wasn't what I wanted - I'd had plenty of that!
I snaked a hand down his hard-muscled stomach, and squeezed
his cock through the tight denim - feeling for the first time a
real-man's hot-hard cock.
I wanted it - needed it.
He grunted when he felt me groping, took his hand out of
my panties. He called me a 'Randy Bitch' and unzipped, producing
exactly what I wanted producing...
'Suck on this, slut,' he said and I was glad I'd worn a
skirt because only my knees got muddy. His cock smelled and he
must have known it because he thrust it into my mouth before I
could complain (I wouldn't have, there's always been something
about a horny-smelling cock), held my head and started mouth-
fucking me like there was no tomorrow.
I enjoyed that - being used like that.
But tonight that wasn't enough.
I didn't just want only that lovely feel of a spurting cock
in my mouth, the sound of wheezing grunts from above - I'd done
that plenty before too.
So I managed to stand up and stammer-out would he fuck me
please - properly?
He did.
And I found that proper fucking was heaven.
When I got home I felt wonderful. My tits hurt, he'd pinched
them that hard when he shot his load up my cock-starved cunt.
I undressed and stood in front of the mirror.
And had my bestest-ever (up to then) wank, standing there
frigging myself, feeling and seeing for the first time, man-spunk
sliding out of my newly-fed cunt.
I did it slow - pausing often - to wipe that man-slime
upwards, up over my belly and tits, inhaling deeply of the smell
of cock and spunk and cunt rising with the heat of my body.
And I thought about what he'd done after he'd fucked me.
You see - after he'd wiped his cock off in my hair he stood
there right next to me and pissed up against the side of the
caravan.
I couldn't take my mind off it for weeks, the sight of that
big fat cock resting in his hand, pissing its steaming stream.
It stayed with me ... I think that's why I like it now, to watch
men piss and to play dirty piss games.
Pissing became (in my mind), synonymous with fucking.
Which brings me to Lover Mick and our first holiday.
After the little episode I am about to relate, I knew Mick
was mine forever.
After this night we shared EVERYTHING in common.
On holiday, and we had been out to a night club. I was all
fired-up-horny because I had been sexy-dancing in a crotch-high
black leather mini-skirt and little white T-shirt.
My sexy white satin panties and tits had been flashing all
night and I had a load of men horny on me (which makes me really
juice). Lover said we had better leave before I got raped.
We did.
He casually told me he needed to piss on the walk home. The
hornyness, the ouzo, and my fantasy, all went bang in my head.
In a flash I saw us fucking in the beach public toilets just
down from the hotel.
(I'd had this fantasy about fucking in men's toilets for a
while - never shared with Mick - too scared).
Lover was surprised when I followed him in.
There were no lights, just a street-light glimmer coming in
through a high-up window. The place stank of man-piss which
really got me horned - this was my fantasy venue in every detail:
Darkly-dangerous.
And reeking of men.
He was even more surprised when I pinned him against a wall,
lifted my mini-skirt and rubbed my sexy panties against the bulge
in his tight denim shorts.
'Suzie, I have to piss - all that lager,' he said and I
moaned into his mouth - just him saying it got to me - still
does. I love to hear men talk about pissing.
'I know Lover,' I kissed back, 'and I want to watch you.'
Then I was really daring.
'I need a piss too, Lover,' I said, stepping back, taking
his hand and pressing it on my silky panties, under the excuse
for a skirt. I ground my panties into his handd, pressing it into
me, staring at him through the gloom, my eyes pleading silently.
He knew.
He pulled me against him, still with his hand down there and
whispered softly.
'Do it Suzie. Go ahead. Piss your panties ... do it.'
My heart pounded, I let go a little and he groaned as he
felt it on his hand - filling, then soaking through the satin.
As his fingers pressed the wet-white into my crack I loosed some
more.
'Mmm Suzie, piss for me, piss for your horny Lover,' he
crooned and I felt the rock in his shorts as I groaned, loosing,
and pissing all over his hand and down my thighs.
That got me really catting for a fuck and I knew where I
wanted it. I lifted my skirt and pressed back into the stall,
feeling the cold, wet wall on my satin-pantied ass. I hiked the
crotch of my soaked panties to one side and ran my fingers up and
down my horny slit.
'Piss on my cunt first, Lover,' I asked. He stared at me
standing there in the dark, my ass against the piss stall and my
fingers in my cunt.
He looked around as if to see if there was anyone watching,
unzipped his shorts and took out his cock (our cock now). He
pressed up to me, holding his cock against my hand and cunt but
I pushed him back.
'No, Lover I want to see,' I said, spreading my legs and
sliding down a little.
I hooked my panties down with my thumbs - my fingers,
through the satin, stroked my cunt.
I looked down - watching, panting - as he pissed into my
panties.
Though burning to be fucked, I wanted to suck him off first.
On my knees then - on the dirty floor - enveloped in the
reek of men.
His cock, thick, heavy, reared from the shorts zipper. I
skinned it, the pent-up prize...
The slut's caviar...
There ... that wondrous, glisteningly-thick and shiny cock-
slime - held in my by the foreskin...
The stuff that smells so deliciously horny and which fires
me like no other. I touched it to my lips, and for the first time
he watched in the gloom as I made bridges between my lips and
cock.
He grunted, watching. His hips moving with tiny twitches,
involuntarily fucking.
I looked up and sucked his cock's slime.
Then, still looking up, took his hands and put them behind
my head.
He fucked my mouth and came, thick wads which I rolled
around, sucked on, and showed him.
Opened my mouth wide and showed him...
Then I turned and doggied.
He pushed the skirt up my ass, pulled my panties to my knees
and fucked me, kneeling there on the floor behind.
That fuck was wondrous.
The taste of cock in my mouth, the feel of his hands on my
tits, the scraping of my knees on the rough stone floor - the
feel as my lover's cock reamed and thrust deep inside me.
My first cum was in seconds. I shook my ass and screamed as
it ripped my body apart.
My second came as I looked at the door through the gloom and
imagined a man coming in - cock in hand to piss - and found us
there, fucking on the floor ... stood watching me get fucked.
I made Mick cum then too...
'Lover, I want your spunk and piss in my cunt ... put
out the fire in me...'
His second load, but I still felt it go.
Then he leant on me, reached under and wanked me, flicking
and rubbing dribbling spunk over my clit.
He was gasping for breath from the hard fucking but he did
it for me.
I came again as I felt my lover's piss-stream, hot and hard,
deep in my cunt. The first time I had felt it, the feel of a man
pissing inside me...
'Horny, fucking, lovely, gorgeous slut,' he told me when we
got back to our hotel room and stood kissing.
That's when I knew my Lover was for me and I was for him.
And we've been that way five years now.
Since then we have fantasised many times about that night,
usually when we've been fucking and want to get back horny. I
lie in bed stroking my spunky cunt. Mick kisses my tits and tells
me stories - fantasises about that night ... a fantasy which has
taken many different turns ... has involved many different men.
Like this...
'He DOES come in Suzie. An old guy comes in to piss and
stops when he sees us there - you with your sexy mini-skirt
pulled up, your horny cunt exposed and your tits hanging out. In
the dark he stands and stares, stroking his cock.
You push me away, kneel on the dirty floor in front of him.
You hold up your tits to him, offering them, look up at him,
pleading with him to piss on you. You are frigging yourself off
as he pisses but you still haven't cum. You shuffle forward and
take his wet horny-smelling cock in your mouth, looking up at
him, pleading with him to piss in your mouth.
He does ... you cum.
You lie back on the floor - writhing - fingers churning your
cunt. The old guy lies on top of you and thrusts up your horny
hole.
He fucks you.
I kneel astride your face and push my cock into your mouth,
doing my best to fuck your mouth as he fucks your cunt.
When he's finished, when he's shot his wad up your sticky
cunt, we both stand over you and piss as you writhe and buck -
frigging yourself madly, whipping the man-scum between your legs
into a white spume to be wiped by your frantic hands over your
tits and belly.
Then I stand astride, cock hanging out of my jeans, dripping
spunk on your face and tits.
'Piss on me Lover,' you plead.
I do. I piss all over these beautiful tits, like this ...'
By this time I'm well-ready for it and with my hands feeling
the wet between my tits and puddling on my stomach I take him in
my mouth. He does it slowly, squirting bit by bit.
I look up at him, my horny Lover ...
Then it's his turn. He lies back and I straddle his
chest and give him a bit, mopping his chest with my soaked bush
before doing the same all over his face with his tongue licking
wildly, trying to get in my cunt. Then I settle on his mouth and
let go. He takes it together with the taste of his spunk...
Then, back to plain ole fucking again, our bodies smeared
with spunk and piss - fucking each other senseless...
END
Our great love is sexy and fetish dressing - lycra, rubber,
leather, satin. I love Mick to wear tight jeans, lycra bike
shorts or bright, sexy swimpants to get other girl's going! We're
just a horny, ever-fucking, loving couple who live for the buzzz
of sex
...
And - (as you have probably noticed!), I get off on writing it.
Luv and kisses
(right on your lovely horny-juicies, now you've read this!)
Suzie
xxxxxx
(Suzie SleaZe ... Writes to PleaZe!)
101445.2670@compuserve.com
P.S. Anyone out there got any GOOD text files to get me in the
mood for writing? == NOT zipped please, and NO pics!
Luv you all....
Suz
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S