The end of yesterday evening is a bit hazy. But this morning I seem to be in a giant-size bed, with Bianca still asleep on one side and a gorgeous guy in his thirties already wide awake on the other. "Morning, Paulette. I wondered when you'd wake up". I correct him, but who cares. I turn to kiss him, put my hand on his cock. It's not really hard, but sort of softly hard like men often are in the morning. I lick my hand and start to rub him, little circular strokes that make him rock hard. "Careful Paulette, I mean Pauline, I need to piss, don't want any accidents". Me neither. I know what I want. I hop out of bed, I feel surprisingly fresh considering what I must have drunk last night, tug on his arm to pull him out of bed, and lead him to the bathroom. We're in a gorgeous flat in Docklands, all fancy furniture, way up high with a view along the river to Tower Bridge and the City. It's coming back to me now, Greg's an American, something in banking, lives in New York when he isn't in London. But a naked guy with a hard-on is, well, a naked guy with a hard-on. In the bathroom I drop to my knees and take his semi-hardness in my mouth. He pushes me away - though not without waiting a few seconds. "C'mon Paul... ine, you know I can't piss while I'm hard". So I stand up, just behind him, pressing my tits into his back but not touching him, waiting for him to soften. Trouble is, I just can't resist, I rub his nipples with my fingers and they're rock hard, and so of course is his cock. He grabs my wrists and holds me tight, and every time I try to move his grip tightens until he is really hurting me so I keep still. Eventually he softens, I can feel him straining and then a few drops appear. Like lightning I'm on my knees in front of him, and as his stream starts in earnest my mouth is wide open. He's a bit surprised but he understands straight away, it can't be the first time, he even manages to stop the flow when I have to shut my mouth to swallow. It's that wonderful early morning taste again, still with a trace of alcohol, bitter, a trace of Camembert. I'm wallowing in the taste and feel when out of the corner of my eye I see Bianca tottering into the bathroom, naked and still half-asleep. Suddenly she's wide awake.
"Pauline! What the fuck's goin' on? Are you alright? Greg, you bastard, what you fuckin' doin'? Stop that, stop right now!"
Greg's a bit shocked and indeed stops right now, his half-erection drooping quickly. But I put my finger to my lips - I can't speak because my mouth is full of delicious piss. I stand, press my lips to Bianca's, and when she parts her lips, I empty my mouthful into her. She starts to spit it out but I clamp my lips over hers and before she even realises, she's swallowed most of it.
"Eurrrgh. That's disgustin'. It's, it's fuckin' disgustin". And indeed she's pulling a really disgusted face.
"Is it Bianca? Are you sure? Is it really disgusting? What does it taste like?"
"Well, it's... not much really, it's sort of, like that stinky French cheese, you know. It's... Pauline, you kinky cow. You like it, doncha? You kinky fuckin' bitch". Suddenly she smiles, a big toothy grin, and her eyes light up. She shoves me out of the way, kneels in my place, looks up at Greg and opens her mouth wide. He's completely soft after watching this exchange, and probably bursting too, so now his full-power stream quickly fills Bianca's mouth and as she swallows he can't stop and it splashes on her face and down her chest, making a puddle at her knees. When he finally stops she stands up, spurts piss all over my face, then gives me a big piss kiss, making me swallow the last of it. We burst out laughing together and we hug, her skinny body against my ample one, our sopping mouths pressed together.
Well, one thing leads to another, as they say, and soon I'm laying flat on my back, Bianca kneeling over my face, Greg squatting behind her rubbing her tits and her clit while she pisses into my waiting mouth. And since curiosity always gets the better of her, the position is soon reversed except that now Greg has his face pressed to her cunt, and I manage to get the timing just right so my piss is splashing into her face and her orgasm-screaming mouth. While Greg starts to run the shower (what a waste!), I can't resist getting down on my knees to lick up the puddle of our mixed piss. Bianca doesn't miss a beat, I feel her tongue on my pussy and her fingers in me, slipping around in cum. And then the shower, and we're back in bed together. The morning passes lazily, Greg fucking us in turn between dozing. He's got amazing stamina. I whisper something in his ear, and turn Bianca over on her belly, pushing her bum up in the air. I have to suck Greg for a minute to get him really hard, then push my tongue into Bianca's little anus, and then he fucks her, ramming hard in and out of her and shouting out, "Come on baby, take it in the ass, take it in the ass", in his sexy American accent. It takes him a while to come, and when he does Bianca is screaming too and they collapse into a heap together.
We leave Greg's place in style, in a big black Mercedes on his company account, back to Kilburn where my car is parked - I hope! I don't have his phone number or any way to get in touch, I refused when he offered. He was strictly a one-night stand, a great one, but it wouldn't be the same a second time. We're both exhausted, sleepy and utterly incapable of any more sex. Well, for now anyway. But Bianca is full of questions. Isn't it poisonous? No, I tell her - it's not only sterile, it's good for you, I tell her about Ghandi and Madonna. How did I come to know about it, and to like it? She loved taking it in the ass, she says her bum still hurts and it feels really good. I say I'm sorry, I noticed before that she is covered in tiny finger-shaped bruises from where I spanked her, I must have done it harder than I meant to. "Oh yeah, that hurts a bit an' all, it's really sexy, that was fuckin' fantastic when you spanked my bum. But what I meant was where that Greg fucked me, I feel all stretched and like I need to shit". Suddenly I can see a little light bulb go on inside her head.
"'Ere Pauline, if piss is alright, I mean if it's good for you an' what you said, sterile, I s'pose, I mean, you know, you're not gonna tell me shit's alright an' all? I mean, that's really fuckin' disgustin', innit? I mean, but, I fought piss was an' all, an' now, well it turns me on finkin' about Greg pissin' in my mouf an' stuff. But shit, that's sumfin' else... innit?" There's doubt in her voice, mixed with disgust. I stay silent, pretending to doze. A little seed of doubt has been sown.
Luckily my car is still where I left it. I drop Bianca back at her place, promising I'll call her very soon. I need to get back, I have a slave coming later. He's a fairly recent one, I'm running out of names so I just call him turd, which isn't very original, he's not the only one either. He's really heavily into humiliation, not really pain, but I'm still working on his toilet training, he's still getting used to the idea. I have a couple of treats in store for him. I have him clean the place up, I remember to make him lick the filthy windows clean. I dress him in a pinny, over frilly pink knickers and pink high heels. When that's done, I send him down into the shop downstairs. I've left a big bowl of fish guts from my market trip yesterday, rotting in the warmth, I can smell them from upstairs, they must really stink. He's to bring them up to me in his mouth. When he arrives of course I make him swallow them. He retches a bit but doesn't quite throw up, so I send him back for some more. Soon he has eaten the whole bowl full, I must say I'm impressed, I don't think even I could manage that. I boss him round some more, and eventually it's time for his big treat. I've borrowed another of Irma's gadgets, a rubber hood joined at the mouth to some rubber panties with long legs and a high waist. Like all her gadgets, there's a bit more to it than meets the eye, up the front is a thick rubber tube that makes the panties stand a little away from the skin. I tug on the panties, pulling them nice and tight, then kneel down. He slips between my legs and, at my direction, pulls the hood over his head. Now he is trapped beneath me, unable to move away from my cunt and bottom. He can breathe thanks to the gap between the rubber and my skin, but his mouth is completely under my control. I press down on him, squashing his mouth into my cunt and stopping him breathing while I wank him to hardness, teasing him hard and feeling his frenzied attempts to breathe. When he is really getting desperate I lift up a fraction of an inch, feeling his gasps, but within a couple of seconds I'm back on him again. I torment him like this for a long while, keeping him rock hard at the same time. Then I piss. I've been saving this for hours, and the panties are soon swollen, his head swimming in it. He can't breathe until he has drunk it, every drop. While he struggles to breathe and to swallow, I wank him, watching him thrust and squirm, feeling the first traces of pre-cum seeping from his cock.
When he has swallowed everything and even had a chance to get his breath back, I give him the real treat I have been saving for him. Remember that he is still a toilet slave in training. He has eaten my shit, but only when he's been really excited and then in small amounts. I push hard, and the panties fill with my delicious stinking shit. I press down, pushing it into his face and his mouth. He can't breathe and I can feel his panic and his revulsion. He soon figures out that he must swallow it if he wants to stay alive, but before he can even begin I push one more time and now the mess in the hood is half liquid. I feel him swallowing desperately, gagging and swallowing. His cock is rock hard, the little slut is really enjoying it. Each time he has nearly finished, my bowels empty again until I have nothing left. But the taste gets stronger and more revolting with each push, and as I hoped and expected, he finally cannot deal with it. His whole body convulses and suddenly I feel his hot puke filling my panties, the acid burning my tender flesh. I press back down onto him, cutting off his breathing, wanking him some more. Then I bend forward and take his cock in my mouth, simultaneously relieving the pressure but he still cannot breathe without swallowing the vile shit puke and rotten fish puke again. He swallows, gags, pukes again, swallows, gags again but feebly, and all the time I am keeping him an instant away from coming. Finally he comes, filling my mouth, but there is no relief for him until he has eaten everything. Even then I kneel over him, pinning him down and making him savour the revolting filth that fills him.
Afterwards I take pity on him and show him some mercy. He is in a terrible state, shaking with excitement and self-disgust. "Mistress, thank you, thank you, that was wonderful", he blurts and stammers. I let him clean up and dress, and send him home. He'll be back. Irma's gadget has proved its worth. I'll be using it again.
Now I'm on my own again. I'm exhausted. Even my cunt, which is usually bullet-proof, is itchy and sore, probably from the puke that flooded into me as well as being fucked senseless by Greg. I haven't eaten all day, so I pig out on stale bread and Danish Blue and some of my slops from yesterday. Then at a ridiculously early time I collapse into bed, and to sleep.
In the few weeks it has taken to get this diary together, I've got to know Bianca really well. She's an amazing kid, and we've already done lots of fun things together. It took her no time at all to get into messy sex, and now she's very nearly as messy as me! I hope I'll get time soon to write down some of the things we've done together.