Nikki, being an Arab, had been raised very repressed. Having been born without a cock made her less than complete, she made almost a fetish of pissing standing up and was fascinated by my pissing, she would often find some excuse to follow me into the bathroom when I was taking a piss. She would stand and watch me; eyes fixed on my cock and her lips parted a...
I wanted the slutty look that night. I had to look how I felt and how I wanted to be treated. Showered, hair done, make up done. Big black false eyelashes, heavy dark eye shadow that would run and make a mess through tears or anything else wet. Bright red lipstick adorned lips. Pasting it on I tasted my lips on my tongue, blowing myself a kiss in the mirror....
Susan O'Malley was in a good mood. A great mood. Not long ago, the sexy 65-year-old blonde fox had dominated young Brett Hannigan on the beach, forcing him into her piss-loving ways, capturing his young face in her strong old thighs and introducing him to her world of golden showers. Not long after, Brett's mom, Lauren, paid Susan a visit, livid at the way...
When I was younger in college I hated football, but things were different now. Every Saturday I made my way down to the football field to watch my local team. I'd go early to ensure that I got a good view. I knew the perfect spot. My vantage point was just inside the woods besides the field. I had a den of sorts there which concealed me from view whilst all...
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is one in a series of stories about Susan O'Malley, a sexy older woman who loves to dominate men and women, young and old, with her golden showers. It contains scenes of extreme female domination and sex, pee-drinking, facesitting, farting, etc) Susan O'Malley wasn't much of a church goer. Never, in fact, did she go to church, save fo...
He had me turned on soooo good. Had me drink a ton of water, and I knew what was coming. He'd make me pee for him. No big deal, I'd done that before, and I was fine with it. He asked if I had ever drunk my own piss before. I said I had tasted it, but had never actually had to drink it. The idea did not appeal to me in the least, tho I must say I have had my...
We walked home from work together. On arriving at her house, she invited me in. I followed her into her room. It was small, with just a sofa bed, table, an armchair, and a door leading to her bathroom and kitchen. I sat down and accepted the beer she offered me and waited for her to return from the bathroom. My hopes aroused and my cock stiffened in my jean...
Chapter 1: Urinal Gag This one is dedicated to M.S. It was during an email exchange that I sketched out the fantasy I'd had when I first came across the Urinal Gag online, and that gave me the impetus to write this out. That shows how valuable that feedback (especially emails and private messages) can be. It makes it feel worthwhile to know that these stori...
Susan watched young Amy kissing Alana and smiled as best she could, what with her mouth locked around one of Alana's wrinkled old tithes. Amy's eyes were closed and she moaned as she thrust her tongue into Alana's mouth, the age difference of 46 years not bothering her in the least. Nor did whom she was making out with - her grandmother, whose own eyes were...
We were five satiated, sleek bitches filing into the bathroom, drunk on orgasms and a little weak at the knees. And it was all my doing. See, there's nothing I like as much as arranging little dyke orgies for a gaggle of foxy babes like myself, good-lookers who know how to turn on a slut and make her pussy steam and her clit swell! Here we all were in the b...