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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
Neeta and I had first
gotten together a little over a year ago when I was traveling extensively to
I glanced at Neeta again as
she shifted from one foot to the next. We’d been on a non-stop flight from
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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