Laura was on the phone.
I'll try and avoid the clichés: teenage girls - phones - its all been said. Admittedly Laura did have the top button of her jeans undone and her zipper pulled halfway down so that her hand could be stuffed down her panties - letting her slowly circle her finger tips over her clitoris while talking to her lesbian lover - which is a bit of an extra wrinkle on the usual. But still - Laura was basically on the phone.
I tried pointing at the clock - but Laura just rolled her eyes and ignored me.
I tried mouthing "Will you get off the phone" with big over elaborate lips - but Laura just waved me away.
I tossed Laura her mobile - but she chucked it on floor, it had run out of credit.
I knelt down on floor in front of Laura. She was focusing on talking to her girlfriend, but just for a moment she looked at me and flashed me fantastic big loving indulgent smile. My daughter is a golden girl, she can make you love her even when you're getting cross with her.
I got up, went up stairs and had a dunk in the bath. Ten minutes later, scrubbed, face creamed, damp hair wrap in a towel, snug in my fluffy dressing gown; I came down to have a glass of wine.
Laura was still on the bloody phone, still chatting gaily (in both senses), still playing with her bits - trying to keep herself aroused rather than trying to bring herself off.
I knelt in front of her again, but this time I leaned over her lap, and with a mock cross look, took a hold of her jeans and began tugging them down. Laura giggled and tried to shoo me away. But she couldn't talk and wrestle with me at the same time, so she gave up struggling, she lifted her bottom up. I pulled her jeans down to her knees - her knickers, black and rather sensible - came with them. I opened her legs at the knees, but couldn't get them open wide enough, so I pulled her jeans and knickers off completely.
Laura opened her legs wide for me - giving in to me. She continued to roll her index finger around her tall stiff clit. I looked at my daughter's cunt for a moment. She has become a full woman. Soft pillowed outer labia. Crinklely thin slightly protruding inner labia. An angry clit peeping out of its soft hood glimpsed between circling fingers. Baby smooth skin over her Venus Mons, down her inner thighs, and between the bottom of her cunt and the top of her bottom with its pinky arsehole rose. All completely bare, but for the lightest of stubbles where Katie had shaved off all her niece's pubic hair two weeks ago (I have the same stubble, I noticed in the bath).
I pushed my face tenderly into Laura's pussy, squiggling my tongue up and down her teenage slit until I found the spot where her inner labia separated and my tongue entered the valley of her pussy - which was pushed up against the flat of my tongue by eager teenage hips lifting up to meet my face.
I brushed Laura's hand off her clit with my nose as my stalking tongue hunted for the stiff berry of my daughter's clit. She rested her hand on towel wrapped round my hair, lightly pressing my head into her womanhood as I began to eat her with some gusto and lot of motherly devotion.
Laura struggled to keep up a conversation with her girlfriend, as her rocking hips wiping her pussy into my face talked louder and her increasingly breathless voice.
Perhaps it was the irresistible magic of her mother's skilled pussy eating tongue. Or perhaps it was that her girlfriend was whispering sexy endearments down the phone (and, I imagined, playing with herself as she listened to Laura get more and more turned on). Or perhaps it was being the filling in a loving sandwich: aroused between mother and girlfriend. Or perhaps it was simply ware and tare, having aroused herself for nearly two hours. Or maybe it was just everything all together. But Laura started cuming. Big throaty animal cum screams snatched between gasps for air, her strong young hips bruising my fine features as she washed my face in her thick slimy cunt juice.
I stuck to it. I'm sure it's not good for your neck, but I stuck to it, riding out my daughter's orgasm, letting the fire in her clit calm by poking my tongue into her slushy vagina.
My head flew back in autonomic gag response and it took a moment to clear my lungs - Laura was wetting herself. I don't think she did it deliberately. She'd of made more of a "I'm going to piss in your face" song and dance if she had. She'd just been on the phone for so long, laying with herself for so long, that my over stimulation had relaxed her so much that she just began peeing herself - peeing unexpectedly in my face.
She semi-sat up and looked down at me, my gleaning face and the thin trickle of wee wee leaking out of her cunt. She reached down and opened her cunt lips with her fingers, lay back down, and pushed her bladder to expel a thundering arching piss stream that hammered against my ribcage and gushed over my little titties and flowed down my pink clean body. In seconds I was sitting back on my ankles in a small sea of urine, while my daughter sprayed me. I played with my titties, feeling the heat of Laura's piss, washing my aching nipples, pinching them in simple depraved pleasure, listening to my gleeful daughter give a running commentary to her girlfriend over the phone about how she was pissing over her mum.
I pressed my lips over the bubbling piss fountain, and tried to lick it intensely and shallow occasionally as Laura flooded my mouth with her hot sour piss.
Laura's bladder emptied to a dribble, and I focused back on to working up my daughter's pussy. It was harder the second time. I worked a spare thumb into the firm clamped entrance to her arse, pushing and probing until I felt it being gripped by Laura's strong sphincter muscle - when I started to wiggle my thumb just the way I know Laura likes. Between my thumb and my dizzy nodding head slip-sliding up and down over her inflamed clit, I began to feel I was getting on up of her again. Laura's breath became ragged, short, rough, mixed with cries.
I noticed Laura's knuckles. They were white, gripping the seat of the sofa. She came. Sitting up as she relaxed into a foetal position, circling herself to hold her orgasm in as her body convulsed and spasmed.
She lay in a ball, gasping, holding her legs closed, her hand cupping her pussy, guarding its super sensitivity against further motherly assaults.
She'd dropped the phone. "Laura's too tired to talk any more. Goodnight Tess." I said, and hung up.
PS: Apparently Emily is an anagram for Limey . yeah, I know, some people .
My hubby can be a bit of a knobhead - it's a guy thing, as they say. Yesterday evening he was having a really nice, tender, sweet, dad and daughter moment. Laura was snuggled beside Anthony, her head on his chest, intimate together in the little living room (someone was hogging the satellite telly to watch Enterprise with her son). They were watching Hedwig and the Angry Inch on video - not Anthony's usual choice. My husband's not really big on art house films, unless they're showing a tribute to Bruce Lee or something. I guess the word transsexual caught his eye.
Anyhow, they look very snug together when I took them in some tea. It was kind of nice. I've seen Laura's friends grow away from their dad's, who struggle to offer much to the world of telephone chatting and text messaging, clothes, shoes, hair, make-up, dancing, and, of course, sex - from which they are forbidden. But what dad wouldn't want to fuck is daughter (niece, sister, sister-in-law, mum, colleagues, etc, etc). Not that we put up with such things in our house.
So, it did occur to me, as I nestled down to Captain Archer's doings with Jack, whether Anthony would be coming to bed with me, or whether he'd make a rare voyage into our Laura's bed? Having a gay dad is, I think, a bit dislocating for an early teenage girl. I think Laura sometimes feels excluded from her father's world, where as most of her friends are treated like Princesses by their dads. So I liked the idea of them having a moment to be close. Heaven knows I have a terrible sense of time running out - I'm already saving like mad for Laura to go to university.
I went to bed early - well it's a school night - and took Jack with me, otherwise he'd be up till late scaring himself with horror films. I played with him a little, and then gently climbed on top of him, a guided his little erection into the slit of my pussy, and rubbed his hard cock up against my clit until I came. It was just a little moment together - just fucking to make sure we'd worn ourselves out, ready for sleep.
I wake up feeling dizzy, almost sea-sick.
I realised the bed was rocking. Jack was laying on his tummy. Anthony was on top of him, his cock no doubt jammed up my son's arse, pumping firmly with his strong thighs.
"I thought you were sending the night with Laura" I mumbled plaintively.
"Urgh" was all he could manage to reply. What a knobhead. He'll regret not taking advantage of these special moments when she's left.
Home sweet home - end of jet lag - boyz settled back at school - hubby back in his rightful submissive place, servicing my greedy pussy. It's all nice to be all normal again. Visiting the family is lovely, but coming home is nicer.
Had lunch with Dan, apparently he did a big job for our corporate clients while I was away, and it went well. I felt a bit miffed. How could it go well without the queen bitch being there? So perhaps I'm not so indispensable. But Dan took me into the hotel toilets, and screwed my arse off, so at least I felt I'd been missed.
My best friend's boyfriend, Robbie, is putting the moves on me! I was so silly. I didn't realise. He met me in town, as I was finishing up shopping with mum. We were going to go over to Jenny's (my best friend) for the evening - she lives in a pub. So he takes mum and me for a coffee - and licks mum's arse a bit, metaphorically obviously, which she loved. Then we went off together to catch the train up to Jenny's. Robbie has always been really respectful of me, which I liked, and a lot of fun, which I liked too.
Now, I admit, I was teasing him, telling him that he only fancied Jenny 'cos she's got the huge big boobs, and has had since she was 12, and he'd like any top-heavy girl. And he grinned at me and said, how I'd become rather top-heavy myself, and reached over and started fondling my boobs. I thought he was only mucking about. I thought he'd stop if I didn't make a fuss and rise to his bait. But he just kept on touching me up, squashing my plump C-cups between his strong fingers. Suddenly I realised he wasn't playing a game, he was making a pass!
It felt so weird. I didn't want Robbie to touch me - I liked him, but not in that way. But I had this sort of out-of-body experience. Part of me wanted him to stop: I didn't like him mauling me, especially in public on the train. But part of me was too embarrassed to make a scene. I didn't want everyone to think it was me. But my nipples were tall and hard against my Robbie's pinching fingers. I remembered something my mum once wrote about her body - her nipples in particular. When you didn't want something, your nipples gave the lie away, and shouted tall and hard that they did!
Robbie was pressing his lips against mine, leaning against my body so that my efforts to push him away were pathetic., ineffectual.
Robbie pushed his tongue into my mouth, and took a hand off my breast, only to reach down and push his hand up under my tee-shirt and then under my bra. He gripped my left boob - naked in the palm of his hand - firmly.
I slapped his face with such a sting it hurt my hand like fuck. But it sobered him up so quickly from being so drunk with lust.
We sat frostily next to each over for the rest of the journey. I was cross, flushed, and felt abused.
I wondered whether I should tell Jenny what Robbie was like - if he could pounce on me, who else would he jump on, and cheat on my best friend. But Robbie did that weasel boy thing - telling me how sorry he was, how he'd never done anything like it; how he'd just been a bit silly because I was so beautiful, blah blah.
And I bought it - well you would, you don't want to get into the middle of a war between boyfriend and girlfriend - you can't look good, you'll get blamed for leading him on, or secretly fancying him, or being a tell-tale.
So I'm keeping mum. But the weird thing is, I found myself masturbating about Robbie touching me up on the train, fantasising about letting him go further. Letting him "do" me on train, in public, and enjoying cheating on Jenny. So how screwy is that?
Well mum, there's not a whole lot of kissing, so not a lot of telling. Tess is frustrated, but patient, in that annoying way "grown-ups" can be, even though in many ways she is more of a girl than me.
I am frustrated, but playing with my pussy a lot, which is stopping my head from exploding; but I really need to get out more. Tess's phone bill ringing up my mobile is huge. She's actually thinking of getting her own computer so that we can email each other. And "puto" sent me a slave training programme I fancy trying out on her. But all in all, it's a bit pants. I feel like I'm holding my breath until these exams are over . and I'm beginning to turn blue.
I've managed to confuse a few of you, who've assumed that my EmilyLaura@... email addresses go to both me and Laura, but Laura is actually an old family name, from my Great Grandmother, and is my middle name as well as my daughters first name - so it's Emily Laura , and if you're interested, it's Laura Rose, Katherine (Kate) Anne, Jack Edward, and Anthony Mark. So now you know.
On the slut side of things. Kate rang to say she's nearly over the jet lag and was working off my wonderful cooking in the gym (hey, I have to deal with it always), she's got a couple of jobs lined up with Dan, and she Bonked for Britain with Robert when they got back from the airport.
Laura's been submerged with Tess (come on Sweetie, kiss and tell). And I don't seem to be having a lot of fun: Lindsey is in full coping-mum-with-new-baby mode; Rob the History Teacher has been off with a viral infection for nearly three weeks; I've seen Rita - but it's been difficult with her lately, I haven't been able to give her the attention she needs and she's resented it; and all the other players in my love life have been keeping lowish profiles.
Still, it's been nice to be back at school ... and nicer that Easter is only four-and-a-half weeks away!
This is an extract from an email reply which I thought would be of wider interest:
I was a bit slow thinking about sex with animals. My friend Rose was (is) passionate about horses. She's had one since she was nine, and has three now. When we were teenagers I always teased her about getting sexy with the house - but that was because riding the horse would rub your pussy nicely - not because the stallions had cocks the size of a woman's arm. Actually, I always felt a little embarrassed looking at horse's cocks. And Rose always always always insisted that there was nothing sexy about riding horses. And I believed her. I rode a little myself - my grandfather used to have a business breaking horses for the police - and loved it, I had the knack, and I loved my granddad's attention. So I did quite a bit of show-jumping - jumping over fences. And the huge feeling of the powerful horse underneath me made me quite randy. But it wasn't feeling sexy about the horse itself. I assumed it was just me, and felt quite guilty about it (after I'd found a private spot to play with myself).
In my 20s, when the kids were babies and Anthony had to work in the night, he got me a German Shepherd as a guard dog. Bit silly really. We live in a perfectly safe area. Prince was a lovely dog, and was very good-natured with the children. I remember watching in horror as Laura, who was two I think, reach up and tug Prince's balls. Prince shot across the room with a yelp, but didn't snap at Laura. I remember trying to explain to Laura why that wasn't a good thing to do. Anyhow, I never really thought of Prince sexually, though he was forever sniffing my pussy. Now I look back, I regret it. I was very frustrated at the time - no time to myself, hubby working all ours, demanding kids. Prince could have been the source of a lot of pleasure.
My friend Lindsey - who I met about six years ago now, through my brother-in-law - was very open about, well, almost everything. Her Labrador - Joey - was just a puppy when we first met. So at first the topic of animal sex didn't come up. Besides - I was so innocent then - really, you can't imagine - sexually stupid, but everything was new. Every time I thought I was being depraved - Lindsey or Robert or Kate or someone would come up with something new.
Anyhow, it was the Net - what would we do without it - that first made me appear of bestiality. Of course, I'd been vaguely aware of it as a jokey idea, but the first time a saw a picture in the alt.binaries groups, I thought: urrrr gross. It was a picture of a man with his cock stuffed into a chicken. I remember thinking - how could you risk something as important as your cock like that! I have to confess, it did put me off looking at sort of stuff.
Of course, if you browse the naughty stuff of usenet, you can't help coming across more of it - even though I mainly stuck with my first perverted love: piss sex. And I did sort of respect the living life to the extreme attitude of the women who sucked dogs and horses cocks.
Without getting too philosophical, the personal decision to suck the cock of an animal must be an intensely personal one - a real existential moment. Even if someone is attempting to force you to do it (which is disgusting) - you can always refuse. The people - men and women - I see sucking doggie or horsy cock, have accepted that they can do it.
And I realised, as with all sex, all you have to do is accept that you can do it, and then you can. I have some friends who think giving a man oral sex is disgusting. The thought of putting a man's penis in their mouths fills them full of horror. And it is true - true for them - it is disgusting. But once you reconstruct the idea in your head that it is acceptable, then it is.
It's a bit like drinking and driving. Twenty years ago it was common, and "one for the road" was a normal cheeky praise. Now very few would think of doing it - and most people go to a lot of trouble to avoid it.
OK, so I'm getting on to one of pet themes here - personal existential responsibility for your decisions. So lets get back to the point. Lindsey's Joey grew into a lovingly big soft dog, with passion for sleeping in front of the fire, sniffing crouches, and retrieving almost anything throw ... memorably one of Lindsey's dildos - we'd laid down on her bed, kissing passionately, and she squealed - the hard plastic sticking into her back - so she reached under and threw it away. Only for Joey to jump up on to bed with the dildo in his mouth. It was very funny.
It was Lindsey who was surprised that I'd never done it with a horse or a dog. She had just taken it for granted. It was during one of our joint family get togethers. The hubbies were focused on entertaining Laura. The boys, who were quite young then, were in bed. Lindsey and I were having a break after a long slow pussy eating session. One of those lezzie sessions when you block out everything but pleasuring the woman before you. Joey had snuggled up to Lindsey - he wasn't normally allowed on the sofa and was taking advantage of our cuddled exhaustion.
Lindsey was idly stroking him, and he was licking his cock - well wouldn't you if you could. "Looks like the only free cock round here". I thought she was just making a weak quip. But she slid off the sofa, on to her knees, held one of Joey 's legs high in the air, rolled back his foreskin, and lowered her greedy mouth over his blood-red cock.
I was appalled - shocked - amazed - slightly frightened - embarrassed - did I say amazed, oh yeah, well super-amazed then, amazed with knobs on. I must have looked a goggle-eyed picture. Lindsey looked up at me, doggie cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and smiled.
I think she was actually pleased to be grossing me out. She stopped - "Emily, what's wrong?"
"LINDseeeeey!" was all I could really muster.
"Oh don't be so repressed." and Lindsey went back to sucking on Joey's cock.
Well, exccccccuse me. But it's not often I get called repressed - not these days! I heard another squeal - it got Joey's attention too. Actually, it was so high pitched Joey was nearly the only one who could hear it. Laura had spotted what Lindsey was doing. She had both hands covering her mouth - which was jaw locked open in surprise. Anthony and Patrick - our hubbies stopped what they were doing to follow Laura's scream. (Anthony was fucking Laura, while Patrick was licking off his own urine from Laura's puffy nipples.
There's not much mature women can do to compete for a man's attention against a winsome young teenage girl. But sucking a dogs cock is clearly one of them.
They all crowded round Lindsey to watch her. It was kind of impressive - and so very very very dirty. You could see she just loved it, being the centre of attention. She milked her audience - taking her mouth off Joey's cock - she only has a small one with gentle thin lips. Wiped the strand of saliva that looped from the corner of her dribbling mouth down to the pointy tip of Joey's cock. And offer the cock to Laura. She blanched and giggled and retreated shaking her head vigorously and making icky yucky noises.
She offered it to my hubby Anthony. He was really fascinated and really engrossed - I could tell by his erection. He bent down and almost forcing his own head down, stuck out his tongue till it just touched the tip of Joey's cock, and then sprung back as everybody laughed.
Lindsey settled jack back down - he'd joined in the laughing with a bit of his own barking. Lindsey sucked Joey back up to full hardness, and then offered the cock to her husband. Patrick - all Mr Warrior being challenged - bent down and gave jack's dick a couple of good strong manly sucks, just to make a point, before straightening up again.
We collectively went arrrrrgh. Arrrrgh you're brave enough to do it. Arrrrgh you're not disgusting enough to be really into it. But Patrick just laughed our teasing off. Hey - Lindsey had challenged and he'd done it.
Lindsey offered it to me. She was holding Joey's cock by it base, just below his knot. With the pointy tip - not like a man's blunt cockhead - and red and purple crisscrossing veins, it looking a bit alien. I politely declined to offer. A great bellow of "ohhh goooo-on" deafened me. "call yourself a depraved slut" and "kinky bitch, not" were most unfairly banded about.
So shut them up with an "Ok Ok OK! I'll doooo it". I asked Laura for my glass - draining the last of my gin would, I hoped, remove any nasty taste. I composed myself. I told myself that a cock was a cock. Long and short. Fat and thin. Bendy up - straight - and bendy down. Cut and uncut. Pink or Purple or Black. Smooth or veiny. Shaven or hairy. They're all just basically cocks. I can't count how many cocks I had in my mouth - no really, that's not a figure of speech. I really have no idea. I'd guess it must be easily in treble figures, but I really couldn't even begin to count. And Joey's cock was just another cock, just like all the others - different but the same.
I shut my eyes and heard a big cheer go up even before my lips touched the hot bare smooth tight skin of Joey's cock. I was expecting to have to fight back the reaction to the taste of Joey's cock. But actually, it didn't really taste of anything except skin. Perhaps Lindsey had licked off the taste and all I tasted was the inside of her mouth of the dog's cock. Anyhow, it wasn't the taste - but the smell that nearly made me gag. Even with my Prince I had really really got too close to him - I'm not one of these people who let their dog lick their face. And since Prince had died I'd only had cats anyway.
But I forced myself to hold on and the filling of revulsion passed, and I was able to hollow my cheeks and get a good suck on Joey's cock and start to work it around my mouth.
I opened my eyes. Lindsey was grinning at me. She was still holding the base of jack's cock, rubbing his knot and keeping it steady for me. Behind her, the boys were masturbating in that slow way - enjoying themselves watching but trying really hard not to bring themselves off. Laura was Miss Stunned and Amazed over Lindsey's shoulder - edging forward, getting a closer look at her disgusting mum. You could see was totally disgusted, but she couldn't stop watching.
I slipped off the end of Joey's cock and offered it to Laura, who flew backwards squealing again as if zapped by a doggie-cock laser beam. I returned to Joey, but found the top of Lindsey's head bobbing up and down. I snuggled down beside her, and inched my face in until my pursed lips could just snuggle round the shaft of Joey's cock. Lindsey kissed me every time her lips slid down Joey's penis.
Kiss Kiss Kiss her head glided up and down. Selflessly, she slid off and offered shocking-red cock. I guzzled his cock down - hungry now - mad for it in that way you get when you slip down into a filthy pit of depravity. I licked and sucked and thrust the hard cock round my mouth. It was just another cock - and I love sucking cock - but with just that little bit extra, that extra drug that drives all on: the bliss of depravity.
Regretfully, I shard it back to Lindsey. We both licked and kissed up and down - and kissed each other with Joey's cock between us. Joey started spurting - I thought he'd cum, but it was only pre-cum. Lindsey dipped her head over the top of Joey's cock, and began mercilessly sucking him off. Joey started cuming - there was not mistaking the different once you saw it - fucking Lindsey's mouth like a little piston. Again and again and again the red cock whizzed in and out of Lindsey's small puckered mouth - cum and spit dripping out of the corner of her mouth.
Exhausted she fell off Joey's cock. I pushed my mouth round the cock to lick up any of the juices she'd missed. And then kissed Lindsey full in the mouth - to steal doggie cum straight out of her pretty mouth.
I felt such a MASSSSIVE high. I was frizzed with sexual electricity. I was Queen Slut and there wasn't anything I couldn't do. I looked into Lindsey's smiling eyes, and I knew she knew, and she knew I knew (etc, etc ... lets not go there). It was totally intense.
As I write - far too early on a Sunday morn - Anthony and Jack are driving Kate and her boys off to Manchester Airport for their flight to JFK. Jack likes going to the airport, and he helps to keep the boys quiet in the back. So that's it for another Grand Visit from my princess sister. As usual, it's been a mix of not enough time together and joint amazement of how much our kids have grown. Kate's realised that Laura, now bouncing about in a new set of C-cup bras, is in fact a woman, and that Jack is teetering on the edge of becoming a teenager. And her Owen will be going to school this September, and Sam is less and less the baby. So with our kids racing to grow up, and the anniversary of our dad's death soon, our night together was as much tender and reflective as raunchy and finger licking good. ... oh dear, I seem to be prattling along in sad mode. I'd better wait a bit until I can do the finger licking bit justice.
So there's me thinking no one's blogged for ages since we're all to busy, but I see my daughter sneaked off work to give you a "oh woe is me" blog. Well fair enough. She is working hard, and it is a teenagers right to moan.
Well I (I can't use "anyhow" now that Laura's made me self-conscious about it!) been having a fab time - less the visit to the dentist - I'll spare you the details.
Kate got out her old beauty therapy kit which she keeps at mum's for sentimental reasons and gave me the works: facial (the girlie kind), nails - hands and toes, full hollywood wax, and body wrap. She also did Jack's nails for him - he was lurking with that nothing to do during the holidays aimless way boys can lurk.
He was fascinated by the whole pubic waxing thing - seeing his mummy's eyes water as Auntie Katie removed the fuzz from around my delicate bits. The way he stars up at your pussy ... perhaps he should become a gynaecologist. Kate let him peel off a strip. He loved that. Though he was nervous, he didn't realise how firm you have to be. It is nice to have him around, unembarrassed by our bodies - just slightly spooky the way he just enjoys the company of women.
Well it just seems like everyone is on holiday, except for me. Mum, Jack and Tess are all enjoying half-term. Auntie Kate is being spoilt by Granny while we all spoil Owen and Sam. Even Uncle Robert is out snowboarding in the Rockies. I know I'm meant to be on holiday too - but with my exams just a few months away that's just not going to happen, is it.
Anyhow, I'm sure you don't want to hear how I've had my nose stuck in a book. I'm sure you'd my nose stuck somewhere a bit more fruity. Yeah well. Me too matey. Me too. But have to say the closest I've come to sex is spotting my little brother playing with himself when I walked passed his bedroom ... sooo gross, he was wearing a set of mum's bra, suspenders and panties. I've told him, if he EVER touches my stuff I will kill him, burn his pokémon cards and take a hammer to his model planes. Boys, you've just got to threaten them where it hurts.
Anyhow . I must stop saying "anyhow", it's a very mum habit. But anyhow, if it wasn't for my friend Jenny coming over and doing studies together and dragging me out to her dad's pub sometimes. And if wasn't for Tess telling me over the phone how she loves to have me sucking her big boobs until they bruise, and biting and chewing on her full labia until they bleed, and fisting her pussy and fingering her arse - and all the love/hate/pain things we share. Well, it's good to hear that I'm a good dirty slut, and my old subbie bitch misses me.
Ho hum, back to my books.
I confess. I was in bed by nine. Laura tucked me in. I was pooped: that working mum thing. Kate had been and gone - using my boy as a part time child-minder, her little lads follow Jack around everywhere, like a duck with his ducklings. Kate and I chatted, cuddled a bit. Laura was in her room, having noisy phone sex with her girlfriend. Anthony went to the curry-house for a take-away. It was nice. But if I hadn't been so damn exhausted, it could of been a lot nicer. Roll on half-term holidays starting at 3.30pm today!
Well its weird sitting at Em's PC being a good bloggie gal, while Laura, home for lunch from work experience, makes lunch for me and the boys - sort of mixed up families. Also, due to a small accident I don't care to describe in detail, I'm now wearing some of Emily's knickers - well who doesn't! Anyhow, it was Robert I wanted to write about, since I'm already missing him a bit and he was very sweet the day we left NYC.
For some funny biological thingy, Robert is as randy as a bunny in a fresh warren in the mornings. He wakes with a hard-on, has a piss, and then is still hard. Normally he just has to fly to office and it goes to waste. Sometimes he unceremoniously mounts me when I'm half awake ... or not awake at all. And sometimes he tries to get on with the day and then just can't handle it and spreads me over the breakfast table - which is sweet, if not always elegant, or timely (I'm well know for being late bringing Owen to school).
But on sunday he went all soft and fluffy, with his family about to fly off (not that he wont be a naughty boy while I'm away). Roses, bubble bath, hot hard cock working it's way selflessly round my pussy, full monty breakfast delivered to the door from my favourite cafe ... a girl couldn't be more spoilt.
I know that's not very sexy, but guys, it's money in the bank for the future.
Well my sweet sister and her two boys have descended on my poor mum. I popped up to say hello yesterday evening. Of course, we couldn't talk properly or anything - that'll have to wait to next week, when I'm on holiday. But still nice to hug and see how very lovely she looks, and how the boys have grown. They don't stay tiny for long ... sigh. She gave me a little present, some posh sexy lingerie. So I know a little man who'll enjoy fondling those.
My poor brain has just about rehydrated itself from my weekend binge of hazy excess. Don't you just hate those two day hangovers? When even masturbating is a chore. Anyhow, the "funny" thing was . and this is all third hand, I have no memory of this at all, none . on Saturday night, rocket fuelled on gin, Anthony helped me in bed - apparently after falling over trying to take my tights off (but they could just be making that up). And as soon as my head hit the pillow I did that ultra sexy drunk-sleep-snory thing (so he claims). But at some point, you little Emily went sleep working.
Dressed in only my knickers and a panty-liner, I wondered about for a while. And then got into my poor son's bed. Jack said he woke up with me nearly pushing him out of his own bed (but can you really trust the tails of a boy?). And there we stayed, all snug, Jack sleeping with his head on my bare chest - to guarantee not being pushed out. And me sleeping with my head in pissed-as-a-fart-land. Till just before breakfast, I go but, went for a pee - foregoing the usual process of pulling my panties down first - and then went to my own bed, and slept to lunchtime. And when I got up, everyone was being rotten, teasing me - so I went back to bed again.
Wow Katie, that is some weird experience. When I worked as an escort - and boy, doesn't seem a long long time ago now - it was just ordinary blokes in hotel bedrooms - Marriots and Hiltons mainly. "Doing the business" while Dad or sometimes Mum waited in the bar to drive me home. Yours sound like it's more a party!
I am, actually, glad Mum insisted that I give it up while I'm studying for my exams. When you're working working working you don't really realise how much it's occupying your head.
Mum likes to point out - all pleased with herself - that pretty soon after I gave up sex working, I got a serious girlfriend. I hadn't really thought of it like that. But it's true. If my mobile was still ringing with punters wanting to see me, it'd be difficult to have another life - specially a committed one. So I hope it doesn't get to be too much of a drag for you Katie. Doesn't sound like it at the moment though!
Anyhow, I'm looking forward to seeing you next weekend. Hope the flight isn't too awful and those two boys of yours sleep most of the way. I'm getting quite good at looking after kids. I'm in the middle of my work experience fortnight.
I'm at a nursey - don't know why. Can't imagine how you put yourself through nursery teacher training. Guess it sounded a bit more fun than working in an office. Of course, the kids are just darlings. I already have a little fan club who follow me round. One of which seems to be Lizzy, one of the mums who comes in to help, who seems to be hitting on me. Or perhaps we're all just too prevy and see sexy things all over the place?
You know, when you think someone fancies you, but you're not really sure. Perhaps she's just being nice to me because she likes being nice. Well, you should have heard Tess's stony silence on the phone when I told her. She was so not a happy bunny at the thought that someone else was trying to get into my knickers. I really think we need to talk about that little green monster thing. Trouble is, with this work experience and you coming over and half term and everything, it's going to be another three weekends before I can go over to be with her. So perhaps I'll have to pay for sex to stop myself going cross-eyed from wanking too much! On well, back to studying. If any of you people have a ready done essay on "Of Mice and Men" please please please email to me!!!!
I quite enjoy sailing. Well, OK, I quite enjoy laying out on deck catching the sun in between sips of an endlessly renewed cocktail. Still, sailing in January isn't on my must do list. Not that we were actually going to leave the harbour. Jodie had rented a boat for the weekend by way of a test run for the corporate - er, "hospitality service" Dan and I had been asked to provide.
Our client is a small Madison Avenue Public Relations firm. A bit of a niche player. My husband hadn't heard of them, and he works in advertising quite near by.
It's run by a father and son combo. Dan and Ii did an outcall to their offices just before Christmas. It turns out we were a hit. Which is odd as it wasn't a great gig. I was a bit down after taking some coke the day before. Dan was a bit stressed about some fight he'd had with an old boss of an escort agency claiming he'd stolen customers - pimp turf war stuff is never nice.
The son was nervous as hell about performing sex in front of his old man. The main thing Ii remember was he couldn't piss on me while his dad and Dan (who both had) were watching. Oh, and his father was one of those vulgar loud self-made Americans whose chief love was the sound of his own voice ... which all just goes to show something - though I'm not sure what.
Dan knew Jodie from a swingers club. I have to admit to being a bit uncool about Jodie. She's an attractive woman, sure - nice boobs, natural blonde wavy hair. Not a beauty, but trim looking, neat, well proportioned, fit. But, in her early fifties! I thought I was at the upper end of the whore scale in my late thirties.
I complained to Dan, having Jodie around would be like fucking your mum for half the guys. And Dan just smiled at me and said, "yeah, could be ... or your boss". Duh. oh, I get it. Wow, Dan was really thinking about it - any idiot could get a harem of young girls, but Dan was trying for something a little bit more sophisticated, with different options for different tastes.
Unfortunately Dawn, our third little musketeer, isn't what you'd immediately call sophisticated. Lithe, oh yes. Sporty sexy in a bendy young bod interested in dancing and pulling weights, a ha. Achingly young - a 20 year old body powered by a 12 year old mind. Dawn's unusual for being an actual New Yorker from the excellently named Yonkers. Dan rescued her from a lap dancing club where the management's tariff on the girls was a scandal (I hate it when sex workers get ripped off).
I felt that three girls wasn't enough, but Dan was pretty pleased with himself. You'd of thought that finding a bunch of people who are (a) attractive, (b) completely uninhibited, (c) happy to do it for money and (d) who aren't completely fucked in the head - in New York City - was fairly simple. Well, OK perhaps you wouldn't of thought that, or perhaps you haven't given it even the slightest bit of thought.
Actually finding people who had three out of the four wasn't too hard. But so many Dan and I saw were either smacked out on drugs, or came with a shopping list of stuff they wouldn't do 'cos they respect themselves too much (yeah, right -that's why they're whores), or they're just plain ugly.
Anyhow, Ii felt a bit nervous about the gig . Working with new girls is always a bit daunting. What if you don't come on to each other, if you don't make each other hot, you have to do that fake hollywood porn-film crap (and I don't have the extra silicone to distract the punter's attention).
I was also a little worried about the time we'd be together - this was a whole afternoon and evening job, with a night in a hotel as an option. You can't keep up the whore persona for that length of time, and you have to give more of yourself, which Ii don't really like doing. Especially as my low opinion of our clients might make things a bit frosty. Oh, and talking frosty, a boat in January didn't seem like a winner, but everyone else thought it was a fine idea. Worse, I was under orders not to take anything to "ease" what Emily might call the existential angst of it all (my sis, she sounds so smart). Though I felt sure Dan didn't mean to exclude a little joint though.
Jodie acted as the greeter on the pier, looking every bit the corporate power woman to the guys tumbling out of the limo. Hank sr, our patron, had brought the president of some chemical company and his marketing senior vice president, along with Hank jr (junior).
Dan - Mr GQ magazine meets sailor-boy, hovered somewhere between skipper and butler. Dawn and I lay intertwined on the master bed. I was wearing a delicate pink cardigan, done up at the top button only - it just helped take the chill off, and was a bit classier than just laying naked.
My small breasts bobbed in and out of view as I moved. My nipples stiff in the damp sea air. My bare exposed freshly bald pussy still tingled with a fresh shave. (Owen, my oldest, now 4, helped mummy in the bath, helping mummy reaching those hard to get places - he thinks its very grown-up to shave - so I have to "shave" his bald willy too).
Dawn lay in my arms, my fingers running gently through her short frizzy hair. She'd had a bit of a paddy waiting for the punters to come - she likes that English word, and calls them punters now, only she can't pronounce her "t"s, so its more like "punners". Anyhow, she'd got her knickers in a bit of twist - stage fright really. Her knickers were the tiniest string thong that only just covered her pussy lips, and she wore a cropped tee-shirt with the excellent legend: "Satan works for me now".
We both bounced off the bed when the guys clattered down the steps into the main cabin. We put on our pleased-to-see-you smiles. Hank sr gave me a bit hug like we were great mates: "Hey Katie, your looking pretty damn fine". Jodie did the intros while Dan fixed the drinks. It is difficult making eye contact when your standing all but naked in a crowd of men who keep staring down at your pussy.
You could see Hank sr was loving being the host-with-the-most. His arms round Dawn and my waist, his big hand gently squeezing our bare arses - it was about ownership: he had these beautiful sex-toys, and he was sharing them with his friends. The two chemical guys, gob-smacked CEO Mikey and grinning marketing glad-handing guy "just call me Lenny" had that candy store stare I usually only see on my two boyz in the middle of a sugar rush.
Poor junior looked pretty stressed, as if haunted by the memory of his pre-christmas performance failure.
Dan kept his eye on the clock. we had a rough timetable:
> 2.00 pm greet & mix
> 2.30 Jodie would lead a lesbian BDSM session to get the guys into the mood
> between 3 & 4, depending on how much audience participation there was - nibbles & optional drugs
> about 4 I would lead an enema session
> around 5.30 dress for dinner
> 6.30 cocktails
> 7.30 dinner
> 9 free for all group sex (we thought everyone would be well warmed up and able to choose their own favourite vice)
> 10.30 off to a night club
> 2am either good-byes, or pick up the reservations we had in a harbour front hotel near by.
We weren't going to be fixed about it. But it sort of helped to know the outline. Helped pick up your cues. Already Jodie had excused herself to go and change into some Dommie gear.
The Dommie session didn't really go well. Oh don't get me wrong, the boyz were amused enough, but then boyz can be a bit undemanding when faced with pretty women whipping and torturing each other. No, rather Jodie and Dawn and I didn't really gel. Perhaps we should have had a practice, learn about our hot buttons.
Thing was, Jodie, who did look the part, just wasn't nasty enough. She and Dawn tied me to the head of the bed, and forced my legs open with a spreader bar. So far so good.
I was the blonde damsel, naked but for a pink cardigan, very much in distress. Jodie wore a black PVC one piece with fishnet pull-up stockings and knee-high high-heel boots you could break your neck falling off. And Dawn, all girlie with nerves, did the mistresses assistant's job - fetching and carrying, bowing and scraping.
Jodie dragged Dawn by her fizzy hair and pushed her face into my pussy, while Jodie lightly flashed her whip across my titties and tummy - taking suggestions from the guys where they'd like to see the whip go next.
I made the right noises, but she wasn't really hurting me - though Dawn yelped in surprise when Mikey told Jodie to whip up her thonged ass.
Hank sr wanted to see "some serious hurt on the gal". Jodie got Dawn to fetch the clothes pegs. Dawn knelt in front of her, holding the bowel of pegs, and Jodie invited the guys to place pegs on me. They liked that. They liked that a lot.
Hank sr lead the way - carelessly placing a peg directly on my tall left nipple. My lungs hit the ceiling. You can't fake that. Hey boys - try it home: plonk a clothes peg (pin) on your own nipple. Go on, try it. It pinches like fuck.
Mikey placed a peg on my right nipple, but seeing how Hank sr had made me bounce, he placed it much more carefully, slowly releasing the pin on to my aching nipple.
Junior took a fistful of pegs and began making a crown of them in a circle around my pulsating nipple. He kept looking at me, enjoying my face winch and my mouth groan with each peg. "She's a moany bitch" his Dan remarked.
"Don't one of you guys have something big to gag her with?" Jodie grabbed the front of Hank sr's trousers. "Oh yeah, this would do."
The old guy - pleased with himself, jumped up on the bed, sat on my shoulders, unzipped himself, and fed his stiff cock in my mouth with much "go Hank, stick it in her" from the others.
I struggled to suck his cock while he sat on me. I couldn't breath right - though the other guys fixing the clothes pegs to my plump bald labia did cause me a few sharp intakes of breath.
All I could see was the base of Hank's cock and the tickling of his pubes on my nose, and far above me, his grinning, leering face. But I could feel something blunt stabbing at the neck of my vagina. I'd of opened my legs further - but the spreader bar made them impossible to move.
The blunt thing entered me and I heard the high, almost girlie, voice of Hank's son grunt in unison with the cunt stroking cock inside me.
I heard the "guests" wow at the father and son combo fucking my mouth and my pussy.
Abruptly, Hank sr climbed off me. I could see Dawn and Jodie on their knees, giving Mikey and Lenny some careful oral attention. Hank sr dragged Dawn's arse up in the air, pulled her thong strap over her buttock, and inserted his cock into her hairy pussy.
With his dad out of the way, Junior really began sticking it to me, drilling my poor pussy like a dog on heat. Every other time his hips slapped into my groin, another of the clothes pegs pinching my pussy lips would ping off, making me yelp in ways that made his sex crazed stare enough more wide-eyed.
I watched Lenny do his business over Jodie's face. Junior followed my gaze, and fucked me even harder. Jodie took over sucking Mikey's cock from Dawn, who slowly licked the cum off Jodie's face. It was too much for Junior - he whipped his cock out of my pussy and started firing great wads of thick sticky cum up over my tummy and titties. It was too much for Mikey too, he grabbed the back of Jodie's head and thrust it into his groin as he came deep down in her throat. When he'd finished, Jodie pulled her impaled face off his cock, and dribbled the cum down her chin, for Dawn to lick up.
Hank sr - in full alpha male role, removed his cock from Dawn's pussy and forced it down Jodie's mouth. She diligently sucked off. Boy, she could suck. He pushed Dawn's head next to Jodie's, and spunked over both their faces.
Dan appeared to invite the gentlemen to for'd cabin where canapés, drinks and wide selection of major recreational drugs was on offer.
Dan untied me (phew) and we got cleaned up. the other two went to join the guys, while I got stuff ready and shared a quiet joint with Dan.
I remarked to Dan that we really should have practiced the bondage bit. And he said, "so how do you think the shit bit will go?"
"Oh shit" I said, and took a deep toke on the joint.
Dawn had never had a enema before. She looked slightly alarmed. Admittedly, she often looks a bit alarmed, she has that sort of face. Jodie and I reassured her that every woman who has a baby has one (oh, come on guys, work it out).
The guys were fascinated: the tube, the nozzle, the little stand and the upside down hot water bottle. I realised it was a mistake not to have got dressed up in a naughty nurse outfit to help ham it up.
I really felt like we were winging it. You don't know how easily grossed-out people are going to get. I over heard Dan take some soundings - had any of the guys seem scat pictures or videos - especially the german or japanese ones. Mikey readily agreed. Perhaps too readily. Both hanks nodded, but Lenny let the side down: "what's scat?"
I got Dawn to go down on all fours, but over the bed, so she could rest her body on the bed, leaving her arse sticking out. i Decided to do her first in case watching Jodie grossed her out. I peeled her thong out of her arse crack, took the tube of KY and pressed a little up against her arsehole - the guys were crowding round, almost falling over us to get a better look.
"Steady boys, let nursey Katie do her magic." I worked my little finger into the jelly, and then pushed it up into Dawn's "ohhhhing" arse. I pulled my finger in and out a couple of times, before putting jelly on to the tip of my middle finger, and popping that digit up Dawn's bottom. She had a tight arse. Sort of reminded me of my son's ... just on a massive scale.
I KY'ed the nozzle, and pressing it firmly against her greasy arsehole, shoved it up.
I stood up, nearly knocking Lenny over - he'd been peering over my shoulder. "OK Dawny, you'll begin to feel yourself slowly fill up. I's quite nice - a bit odd, a bit unusual at first - but as you relax into it, it'll feel nice."
Dawn looked up at me like she really wanted to believe me, but couldn't quite bring herself to.
I turned the tap and the fluid - half water, half milk, warmed up to tepid - flowed. For a moment Dawn looked at me puzzled, like nothing was happened. and then she went "oh", with just a dinky look of surprise.
"Tell me when you're beginning to feel full".
"Yeah yeah ... I'm all bloated and swelled, that's enough Katie."
"We'll just let it settle for a moment" Ii turned the tap shut and waited for minute. Without warning, I turned it on again. "doesn't that feel good darling."
"Yeah, sort of. Bit ... I don't know ... weird ... like I wanna shit but don't ... oh, Katie, that's enough really."
I turned the tap off again. "See how it works baby - you get filled up, it stretches you inside, you cope with it, and then we fill you up a bit more."
Dawn shook her head.
"One more go?"
"Gee I donno Katie, I'm feeling real kinda ... big, you know, sorta fat in the inside."
I turned the tap on.
"Oh Jez Katie, Jesus, it's too much now, stop it, stop please ... no, please, enough already ... uhhhh, God Katie, no more."
I turned the tap off and with a swift pinch, twisted the nozzle out of Dawn's arse. A short squirt of milky bum piss short out too.
"Hold it Dawn. Hold it in that tight arse of yours."
"Yeah, OK Katie, but no more."
"OK guys ... who wants a bit of messy arsefucking?"
There was a chorus of "ohhhh man, you gotta be kidding" in which Dawn's protests were lost.
Since no one stepped up to the mark, I nodded to Dan, "bring me my little helper."
With great solemnity, Dan carried a silver tray through the cabin, on which was resting the leather holster and pink plastic of my strap-on. I took off my dainty pink cardigan, and stepped into my plastic cock.
The KY'ed dildo broached the entrance to Dawn's straining arse more easily than I expected. A back squirt of milky shit water splashed down my own rather nicely tanned thighs. The guys were fascinated - I felt like a science teacher conducting a weird experiment in front of a school of naughty boys. I mean, sure, they were pretty grossed out - even Hank sr trying too hard to keep his cool.
I don't know if it was Dawn - bitching and moaning at the pain in her belly. or Jodie, obviously enjoying herself switching her whip across Dawn's back - telling her to shut the fuck up. And occasionally give my botty a friendly whip to encourage me to fuck her harder. Or may be it was just me, with my thighs dribbling with long brown rivers, down to my bended knees sitting in puddles of enema juice.
I withdrew my dildo, and invited one of the guys to take over - but I still had not takers despite the very big willies bouncing around happily. Dan motioned he'd take my place, but I waived him off. I got down on my own hands and knees, and pushed my face into the crack of Dawn's straining arse.
I licked Dawn's arse and wiggled my tongue into her tight shithole. Dawn cried out but her botty muscle was slammed shut.
Jodie cracked her whip harshly across the top of Dawn's buttocks. I heard the hiss zip pass above me, as I stabbed my tongue at Dawn's brown hole.
Dawn evacuated her bursting bowels over my face.
I heard the shots of "Oh Jezzzzzz! Oh God! No! Oh Jesus wow. What a fucking ..." as I held my breath and tried not to laugh too much.
Dawn's arse pelted my face in a steady solid jet of shit water. It went on and on. Eyes shut tight, mouth closed, I felt small bullets bang against my face.
I fell over. Laughing. Choking. Face splattered in Dawn's mucky enema juice. Dawn's arse - with a life of it's own, kept on erupting. Dawn was shaking, gasping, moaning. The guys were shouting. Jodie was hoping about, trying to avoid the growing flood water. Which just made me laugh more ... in between the coughs.
Finally dawn's arse stopped.
We all looked down at the blobs of poo making islands in a sea of brown milk. I gingerly picked one up and offered it to the guys. But they all screwed up their noses - hardcore, not.
Well it amused me. And while it certainly caught the guys attention, none of the them felt brave enough to get down and dirty. Well, you can lead guys to (poo) water but you can't ....
Dan took the lads forward to refresh their glasses. Dawn and I squeezed into the small shower cubicle to freshen up. And poor Jodie got the mop.
We emerged back to join the guys from the sudden silence of switched off hair driers. Ii put on my union jack bikini - a christmas pressie from Laura - not in the expectation that they'd stay on very long, but to underline the change of mood. The guys were all in bathrobes - except for Dan - and their willies were taking a break from over excitement.
Dawn and Jodie joined us. They'd popped on their cocktail dresses. They looked so sweet.
Lenny took my arm and led me up on deck. It was fucking freezing in the winter evening. He began flattering me, and touching me. Hundred of metres away, people were walking their dogs along the water front in the gathering gloom.
Lenny began telling me about prostitutes in the Roman Empire - how women like me - upper east side women - who were bored, would simply go and get a licence to become a hooker. You then wore a yellow wig when you were working. I think he was trying to turn me on, and demonstrate his respect for me. It's the kind of thing Emily would lap up. But it washed over me. I bent over the yardarm and accepted his cold cock into my snug warm pussy, whatever classy Roman women did.
[Emily added: You would register with one of the city Aediles, a public official responsible for the infrastructure of the city and the games. You'd wear a yellow or red wig, and often paint your nipples with gold paint. There was no Roman concept of "scarlet woman" (or "cheating on your wife"). They took a very practical and sensible attitude to sex. Your private (sexual) life didn't usually reflect on your public one - bit like the Internet!]
It was weird being fucked in public view - even if no one had noticed. Lenny happily pumped my pussy while I dreamily gazed at how pretty the lights form the yachts and the stars coming out were.
I shivered.
"Hey, are you cold babe"
"Yeah"
"You wanna go in?"
"No. piss over me"
"What?"
"I wanna feel your hot piss running down my goose-bumped body"
"Really?"
I knelt down in from of his, whipped off my union jack bikini top over my head, bent down and gave his cock a strong suck.
"Yeah, really"
"Holy fucking cow. You are some hot bitch"
I waited patiently till Lenny's bladder caught up with his "velvet" words.
Fuck, it was really cold. I shivered again. If he didn't hurry up, we would have to go down. I smiled up a Lenny, trying to encourage him to relax, trying not to stress him.
It came slowly. He tinkled down my neck. Warm pee puddling in my collar bone. Rivulets of golden urine exploring their way down my body - around my little titties, down over my flat tum. Over my bikini briefs and down my thighs. I shivered again, but Lenny's hot piss felt fantastic in the still chill sea air.
The tinkle became a stream. I held my body rigid, enjoying the warmth flow all down my front.
Lenny began playing his cock around. Watering my hard nipples with his piss. The stream drumming against my exposed ribs. He sloshed it around my neck. He wanted to pee in my face. I could tell. I don't know why he felt inhibited - he had just watched me take shit water in my face. I bent down and, open mouthed, put myself in the way of his streaming urine.
A loud long groan sailed out above my head as my mouth welled up with a lake of fresh pee. It began running down the corners of my mouth, rolling off my chin, and water-falling in long streams down the front of my wet body.
I closed my mouth as spat out the mouthful of piss over Lenny's hard cock. "Ohhhhh fuck" he yelp, "Yeah, it is hot!"
I knelt in front of lenny, smoked in a mist of piss steam rising up off my wet gleaming body. I played with my titties, cupping falling piss in my hands and splashing it back up over my tits, enjoying the warmth.
"Jez, look ... you're steaming" Lenny began stroking his cock as his bladder started to empty. His stroking grew more vigorous. I stood and offered a kiss. He accepted a kiss form my piss stained lips. I was impressed. I propped my left leg up on the yardarm. He was impressed I could kick so high. He continued to stroke his erection, as I dragged my gusset of my bikini bottoms off my cunt.
I smiled at Lenny. He grinned back at me. I locked his eyes into mine, until I could feel myself about to piss, and had to look down to adjust my aim.
I pissed a thick girlie gush of urine right over Lenny's hand and cock. A solid sheet of piss washed his groin, which started evaporating its own cloud of steam - whispering away up into the dark sky along with Lenny's sigh of "arrrrrrrrrgh".
I stopped, but tightened my bladder to shoot out one last hard squirt.
I took my leg off the yardarm so I could kneel back in front of him, kneel in the cold pool of our combined piss, and finish is piss wet cock in my mouth. When he caught my leg, and popped it back up over the smooth wood of the mast, thrust himself forward, and entered me.
We fucked like dirty little bunnies. I could hear a woman's voice "Oh oh oh" up into the harbour. Surprisingly, it was mine. Lenny, all smart and smarmy, with ready smiles and glad hands, hadn't struck me as a giving lover. But he was, giving me what I really needed - meaningless depraved sex with a virtual stranger. He was giving me the thrill of public sex. The danger of sexually transmitted diseases (the condom's were in the cabin), and fuck nosed disgusting I'd never admit to my mother depravity. Oh, and a fistful of money too.
I climaxed. Lenny kept on pumping up inside me, puffing, hurling himself up into me. I climaxed again. Scratching his back to buggery, a floppy doll draped over his thrusting cock.
I was launched off my feet. Lenny's spurting cock bouncing me all over the place. I landed heavily. Lenny stroking his thick veined banana cock which was pumping small spurts of cum over my bald pubic bone.
I felt cum leak from my pussy, dribbling down my leg.
Downstairs, no one seemed to have noticed my whole body had been urinated on. Jodie was holding court, spinning terrifying tales of what she used to do to feed her former heroin addiction.
I slipped away to change.
Dinner was a four course thing, with bubbly. I was trying to stay sober. But we enjoyed ourselves so much just having a laugh at the table, that Dan skipped the free-for-all and we went off to the night club.
It was a bit weird dancing after having had sex - not as a prelude. But the lads were game to boogie - high on lust and booze, kings of the world. Junior was really funny. Ii don't think his dad knew he could dance to trance music. Dawn and he danced for ages. Mikey and Lenny took it in turns to dance with me. But hank Senior was more interested in his cock, and dragged Jodie into a cubicle in the gents toilet for some rough dirty sex. Or that's what it looked like from her hair when they returned to the table.
I don't know when we realised that Dawn and Junior had slipped off together. Dan got a taxi for Lenny and Mikey to take them back to their hotel at 2:30am. They were a bit ragged, but not too bad. Hank senior, however, was getting a bit out of hand. He wanted to go back to the hotel with Jodie and me - which was fine, but we was really pissed, and was finding those little things - like walking and talking - a struggle.
He took me into the gents toilet. Through taking his trousers down and sticking his bottom in my face and bit of hand gestures, I realised he wanted me to rim his arse.
I propped him up against the door, to stop him falling over, kneeled behind him, pulled his old cheeks apart, and reeled back - he'd already messed himself. Or perhaps he'd got Jodie to rim him and pooped in her face and she didn't clean him off properly.
I really really really wished I hadn't stayed sober. I took a deep breath (through my mouth) and plunged my face between his shitty buttocks. He wanked himself off as I lapped up the shit off his dirty bottom, and probed his arse with my little pointy tongue.
I could feel him straining himself to shit in my face; gasping and pushing his bottom into my face and wanking furiously. Ii tired to keep him steady by pressing my nose against the base of his spine. Ii tried to keep him steady with my hands holding open his arse cheeks. I tired to stop him from pushing me over backwards as his pushed and pushed his arse into me. and with all that battling, it took a moment to notice that he was toppling over, slowly sliding down the side of the cubicle wall, and there wasn't anything I could hold on to stop him.
He went over with a hummmmmp and just lay there, trousers round his ankle.
I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped my face, wiped my tongue, and spat into the toilet bowl.
I got up and tried to get Hank up, but the space was too small, Hank was too heavy, and I'm just a girlie in the small hours of the morning.
I sneaked out to the gents, grabbed Dan, and go him to deal with it. He got Hank out and into a cab, and took him home - well, as our client, we have to protect our moneytree.
Which just left Jodie and I as spare parts. We'd both been expecting to spend the night "on the job" so we had that let out of school early feeling.
I had a double gin and tonic, she had a Bloody Mary. We chatted about how it had gone - the good and bad bits of our first "show". More thought > more practice > more young girls > more opportunities for sliding off and getting intimate > better pacing.
And of course, we shared those insights into psychology that only women find interesting: the dynamic between Junior and his dad > between Lenny and his boss > between Mikey and Hank senior to be head bull seal. We were a bit surprised that Junior had sneaked off with Dawn - we both thought he like me the best.
We shared a cab back to Manhattan. It was nearly 4am when I got home, and boy was I fucked.
A boy, perhaps 12-3-14, hard to say - a black boy in the shadows of the dark - but trying to look older, offered me some E or crack on the street corner outside my apartment. They were priced high, but hey, that's what you get in the upper east side. I bought some E. He asked me if I wanted to "do something, lady?".
A drug dealer and rent boy - wow, I love New York.
ps: No, I was too knackered.