Rage Against The Latrine: Chapter 18
I took most of Natasha’s demands to heart; Monika and I had been in constant communication over September, and she moved to a student hall of residence in the centre of the city at the end of the month. I intended to leave her alone to enjoy Freshers Week, but she messaged me and asked that I visit her on the Friday.
That day, I drove into London. After I finished work, I changed out of my smart clothes and into a T-shirt and a pair of shorts I had brought with me. I took a large cardboard box from the boot of my car to her residence, around a mile away from my office.
Monika welcomed me into her flat, that she shared with several other students. The communal kitchen was agog with activity and I felt a little out of place, as everyone was twelve years younger than me. The teenage dominant introduced me as her “friend who is dating a rock star” and I saw a few smirks on the faces of the teenagers.
“Oh, the one who is the cousin of your bestie?” A black-haired guy in an open dressing gown asked, and she nodded. There was an Irish twang to his voice as his eyes met my gaze and I caught sight of his impressive prick through the gap in the towelling fabric.
“Yeah, c’mon, this is the kitchen and let me show you my room.” Monika’s bedroom was compact. A desk and wardrobe on her right wall, a single bed on the other and one of the smallest en-suites I had ever seen, which was more of a wet room with a sink and toilet. She sat on the bed as I put the clunking box beside her.
“This is… cosy.”
“It’s tiny,” she replied. “And it’s two-fifty a week.” My eyes bulged, but she shrugged. “I know. But UCL does an awesome psychology degree, and that’s what I want to do. Is this for me?”
“Of course, and I’d like to take you to dinner, too. My treat.”
“Oh, John. You better not be planning to be my Sugar Daddy in London,” Monika warned me. “Natasha would never allow it!”
She giggled at my shocked expression and opened the box. Two large bottles of vodka. Her lips curled into a smile. “Thanks. What’s this?” She took out a laptop and looked at me.
“It’s my old notebook. You said on the chat that your computer is ancient and didn’t hold its charge. Well, I buy myself an updated model every year so I’ve wiped this one and… thought you could use it.”
“That’s way too generous of you,” she muttered and took out the charging cable and peripherals. Then a new strap-on harness, four dildos, a butt plug set, douching kits, a giant box of condoms, sex toy disinfectant and three bottles of lubricant. “And this is for me to enjoy myself?”
“Yeah, I figured you’d need it. You said you loved fucking me with the strap-on. Maybe there are other men you can wrap around your little finger.” She put her hand on my knee and kissed me on the lips.
“Thank you. As I will be nearby, I want us to agree to only see each other once a week. Otherwise, I’m worried it’ll complicate things with you and Natasha.” I nodded.
“Sure.” I had considered a similar arrangement myself. “And you’d be doing what students do. Living the student’s life. Not satisfying the perverted fantasies of someone old enough to be your uncle.” She chuckled. “But I want to take you out for a meal. I’ve not seen you for a couple of months. I want to catch up with you.”
We went to a nearby tavern for “pub grub.” Monika oozed sex appeal and got several glances as she ate her dinner over a bottle of wine. I asked about her Freshers Week experience and she gave an exuberant response. The young lady from Windermere genuinely loved her first few days in the city, despite the exorbitant cost, and I adored her company.
I walked her back to her flat, and at the bottom of the stairs, she put her hand around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. The coquettish teen whispered in my ear. “Do you want to come upstairs and try out the new strap-on?”
“If you want me to,” I replied, a little coyly. “You know I always love you doing that sort of thing! But I didn’t buy it so I have a sexy dominant within walking distance of my office. Only if you wanted to.”
She chuckled and as I climbed the stairs, and she smacked my backside. “You know I love doing that sort of thing.”
Monika unlocked her bedroom door, walked to the bed, and threw the douching kit to me. “Get naked and douched?” I asked, and she hummed affirmatively as she looked at the sex toys in the box. We talked as I sat on her toilet and prepared my arse for her invading dong.
“Did I tell you I have a date on Sunday?”
“No! That’s cool.”
“Yeah, we played drinking games and then Truth or Dare with some lads in Jackson House on Tuesday and it got dirty. I said I had pegged and peed on and dominated a guy and then, the following day, one of the guys sent me a text asking for a date because he thought we sounded compatible.”
“That’s cool,” I muttered, feeling a little envious that someone else might experience Monika like I did. I rinsed my butt with the warm water using the douching kit until the liquid ran clear and I put my clothes on top of her towel radiator in the en-suite.
I entered the room and gasped at the sight. Monika had an incredible body, but she stood, leaning against her desk in most of her Agent Provocateur lingerie set. Black stockings, with a black garter belt and the black bra. All translucent, with a mesh covering. She was devastatingly sexy. Her hairless mons, uncovered and so appealing.
She turned to face the desk. “Kiss my cheeks,” she demanded, and I scrambled to my knees to worship her buttocks. My lips danced over her derriere, smooching her skin loudly. My tongue probed her butt crack, and I kissed the outside of her whorl.
She put more and more pressure on me, smothering my face with her cheeks and forcing me backward until I lost my balance and tumbled onto the thin, rough carpet covering the hard floor. She said nothing as she lowered her body to perch her butt on my forehead and pressed my nose into her cunt.
I had approached heaven. I smelt her delicious musk as my tongue swept over her button, tasting and inhaling her juices. She groaned as I lapped at her clit, enjoying her taste as my mouth slipped over her musky wetness.
Her hands gently caressed my cock, teasing it into an erection. I moaned into her cunt, savouring her horny stickiness covering my skin. Her weight bore down on me, holding my face into her slippery crotch, as her hand stroked my horniness to the edge of orgasm.
Each time, she backed off. Monika brought my arousal to the precipice of my eruption and removed her stimulation from my prick, as her hips ground her dripping cunt into my face. So close, and yet so far. She adjusted her weight to force my nose fully against her hole, cutting off my breathing. I gulped in air as she moved, and her body weight bore down on me, allowing me only snatched breaths.
Her first orgasm was a writhing, groaning, squealing explosion of lust as she rocked her hips over my tongue and soaked my skin with her delicious juices. Her second came after she teased me to near desperate tears. I pleaded with her, begging into her cunt as my body danced along the brink of satisfaction.
She knew what she was doing. She saw how close I was, and how feverish my arousal felt. My cries were futile and forlorn and she taunted me for them.
After another orgasm, she rose from my flooded face, and, barely making eye contact, unwrapped the medium-size dildo from the packaging. The teenager threaded it into her new black harness, which she stepped into. “Turn over, my little butt slut!” She teased.
I did so, presenting my backside to her as she unrolled a condom down the shaft and smeared lubricant on me and her new toy.
Being buggered on the floor was a delicious humiliation. The grips of her fingers on my waist and the harsh carpet burn on my knees as she hammered the dildo against my prostate were part of the experience. My mind floated away immediately. I savoured the feeling in my loins as the shaft swept over my special spot as she powerfully stretched my ring and sodomised me.
Monika, an eighteen-year-old University student, penetrated me on the floor of her flat. And I loved every moment. I adored the power dynamics, and the feeling of her nylon-clad thighs smacked against mine, causing my dick to flail. Her rubber balls smashed against my perineum as her cock-head drew gasps and squeals from me.
My body shook as the first of many orgasms cascaded through it. Her actions of tease and denial had brought my flesh to an intense arousal, and I experienced wave after wave of climatic shocks that powered through my soul, touching every fibre in my being.
Pre-cum poured from my cock as those erotic earthquakes rocked me, and as I breathlessly gasped and groaned, a tsunami of carnal fulfilment rose inside my loins and vigorously spread across my skin.
My fingers scrabbled at the carpet as a million sexual images flashed into my closed eyes and cum gushed from my swinging dick. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had at the hands of Monika, and she ground her prick deep inside me, sparking my loins into enjoyment once more. She giggled as she slapped my arse, reinforcing her dominance.
Afterwards, I cleaned her carpet of my cum. Monika unclipped her stockings after I scrubbed her navy floor clean. She put her lingerie on the desk and walked with me into the en-suite with the glistening dildo still strapped to her waist.
Cleaning the prick that had been inside me a few moments earlier was a greater humiliation. I removed the condom, and used the sex toy cleaner to disinfect her rubber cock, before I knelt before her and polished the black dildo still attached to her waist.
Her expensive lingerie was “hand clean” only, and she watched over me as she passed a box of handwash detergent. The teenager made me launder her underwear while she messaged on her phone. “Good boy,” she patronised, patting me on the buttocks as I washed her extravagant, intimate clothing for the delicious teen.
The ultimate act of defilement was to come; she bundled me into her shower, stood over me and released a golden yellow torrent of harsh, acidic piss that cascaded over my face and body.
I lapped at the flow and plunged my tongue into her cunt to swirl against her clit as she soaked me and fill my mouth with her pee. My brain loved every act of domination from Monika and I treasured her nasty acts of rampant humiliation. I worshipped the student’s pissy slit and my lips closed over her butthole, showering her rosebud with long, intimate kisses, as my fingers toyed with her pussy.
Her ring relaxed; I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper into her canal, ignoring the earthy taste. She groaned, and her thighs quivered, and for the umpteenth time that evening, a wild rush of sexual energy swept through her teenage body.
We showered together, kissing under the warm, wet stream. “Will you stay the night?” Monika asked, and I nodded. I dressed, and we went to the bar and played pool with a couple of her friends. It looked normal, and I met some graduate students in their late twenties, but I still felt like the teenage dominant had lowered her standards to be with me.
Sleeping in a single bed meant I had to spoon the nubile woman, and it took a while to get to sleep. In the morning, I made breakfast while she went for a run and then showered. “I better go. Thanks for everything,” I said, blushing a little.
“No. Thank you,” Monika replied. “And John, I’ll see you next Friday, but whenever you come here, you must wear shorts or a skirt. I wear the trousers in this friendship, not you.”
“OK,” I muttered. The kinky soubrette kissed me on the cheek and waved as I left her overpriced student room. My house was cold and eerie and, feeling lazy, I took a walk down to the pub for my tea.
As I returned home, wandering up my country lane, I spotted someone lurking on the drive to the rear entrance to Belmont Hall. They could not traverse the locked gates, and they turned when I walked past them, so I could not see their hooded face reflected in the bright light of their phone.
I double-checked the locks on my doors and windows before I went to bed, and kept checking my driveway, but saw nothing more. He stood watching me on Sunday afternoon on the village green when I cycled through my hamlet, and I was certain he surreptitiously photographed me. I rang Natasha, believing that the shadowy man was a journalist or paparazzi. She scoffed, but he looked suspicious.
The weekend had been hot, and anyone wearing jumpers or long-sleeves stood out. He wore a plain hoodie and there was something questionable about him. But, as I conquered the vicious gradients in the beautiful Chiltern Hills, I stopped worrying about the mystery man and I did not see him in the little hamlet on my return.
The moment I put my key in my front door, I realised it was unlocked. My heart pounded as I picked up a metal figurine from the hallway, slowing advancing on the noise coming from the kitchen. I burst into the room; the wrought iron bust aloft to defend myself when I came face to face with Natasha.
She shrieked as I brandished the weapon, inches above her head. “What the fuck?”
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“I fucking live here,” she cried. “Remember?”
I put the figure on the table, panting. “You’re supposed to be on tour.”
“I thought I’d surprise you.”
I sighed. “You fucking did that all right. I assumed you were a burglar.”
She chuckled. “We are in St Albans tomorrow night and Aylesbury on Tuesday. You sounded like you needed the company. Especially as you are getting nervous about some stranger in the village. I thought we could have tea in the garden. Naked. Then some fun later. But go have a shower first. You stink!”
I quickly washed under the hot cascade of steamy water, and sat outside in the bright sunshine with my girlfriend, drinking a glass of wine in the blazing Sun.
She talked about the tour as we spent time with each other, enjoying the company of our partners. I felt a connection with the punk rocker that I had never experienced with anyone, and we kissed and snogged multiple times in the warm afternoon.
There was no sex, little erotic chatter, but a strengthening of our union as we drank a bottle and a half of wine. I massaged her with some of Monika’s pink massage lotion, which she had left behind, and my lover lay in the grass as I swept over her skin, causing my beautiful woman to purr contentedly.
My fingers teased her slit and her buttocks, smoothly gliding and caressing her intimate areas with greased palms and wondering hands.
“We could…” I said and trailed off when I saw movement on the garden path. I rose from my crouching position. A tall, scowling gentleman strode down my across my secluded lawn. “Err… Hello?” He didn’t reply, but continued to advance on me. I recognised him from the village. “That’s enough. Who are you?” I asked, stepping between Natasha, now sitting up, and the glowering individual. “What do you want?”
He grunted; his beady eyes bore into me as he stopped a couple of feet from my naked body. The abrasive man glared at me. “You don’t know me, but I want something,” he barked.
“You with Samantha?” I asked. “She’s not having a penny. I’ve told her.”
He snorted and shook his head. He had a slightly unkempt look about him. Two or three day stubble, with unbrushed dark hair and untidy tradesman clothes. The short, stout guy spoke with a Northern twang, radiating anger as he snarled. His body language reeked of unfriendliness. His hand, screwed into a fist, smashed into my chest. I saw his arm move and flinched, but he still connected with my stomach and as I fell backwards, his hands grabbed hold of my shoulders, throwing me onto the grass.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I groaned, fighting and scrapping with the incensed individual as we wrestled.
Two women screeched from my garden gate. “Robin, stop it!”
He ignored them. “I’m Cath’s husband and I need some answers, scumbag.”
“Ah,” I muttered. The shit had hit the fan.
* * * * *
With Natasha back on tour and enjoying the last of the Summer in the West Country, Monika teased me throughout the week; she sent me a picture of her wearing her strap-on and asked if I was still free to visit her on Friday. I wanted our friendship to be more than just a D/S dynamic and I said I was, so long as I could take her to dinner.
The delightful teenager agreed and at six o’clock I changed into a T-shirt and shorts in my office, and walked to her student abode. She grinned when she opened the door, patting me on the bum as I climbed the stairs to her room.
“That laptop you gave me is really nice,” she told me as I put my backpack on the floor of her bedroom. “And I have something for you before we go out for a meal.” She passed me an Oxfam bag. “I saw it in the charity shop in Leather Lane when I went past. It’s your size.” I took out a red tartan kilt that looked to be less than fourteen inches in length, white socks, a white long-sleeved shirt and a black tie.
“I’m not Scottish.”
“John. Are you being ungrateful?” Monika snapped. “Do you want me to tell Natasha about your appalling behaviour?”
I shook my head and stripped to my briefs. The teenager interjected with “kilts don’t have underwear.”
“I look… silly.”
“Good,” the young woman replied, and she grabbed her purse and phone as she nodded towards the door. We only walked half-a-mile to an independent Italian near the mainline train station. I guessed I would get lots of strange looks, but I just blended in to the everyday crowd of London. A man in a short kilt with a teenage student did not attract as much attention in the cosmopolitan city as I expected it would.
Monika excitedly discussed her first week at University. Her lectures had been interesting, her course colleagues were friendly, and London was exciting. She revealed her “new boi,” who was a vegan, polyamorous, non-binary submissive who loved punk rock music and was doing a computer science degree. “We’ve had five dates already,” she eagerly told me. “And they love my strap-on. Jamie went to private school and then they did a gap year. Their parents barely recognised them when they came back. Conservative councillors, you see, so they don’t appreciate their newfound sexuality, or the three tattoos or their new gender identity or their long red hair. It’s a bit like Faye’s.”
“Ahh, they/them pronoun?”
“Yes. Although they are still my ‘boi’ no matter how many skirts they wear! But they don’t identify with a ‘male’ or ‘female’ gender.”
After our meal, we met a hen party in the street opposite the restaurant. The drunken middle-aged women shrieked as I walked past and one lifted the hem of my kilt to check that I “was doing it properly” and exposed my backside to the street. My teenager dominant guffawed as I blushed and protested.
“John,” the blonde student cried. She turned to the drunken women. “I’m sorry. He doesn’t have any manners.” Monika pressed me against the exterior of a closed office block. “Hands on the wall,” she barked and gestured towards the hen party. “Please, try again. His hands will not move until I tell him to.”
I glanced at her newfound authority and then fretted as the women shrieked with glee as they lifted my kilt, squeezed my buttocks and fondled my balls. Monika watched as the drunken ladies exposed me, and then the dominant teenager spanked me with her bare palm. She encouraged the squawking entourage to do the same.
To parade and flaunt my helplessness. To expose me and exhibit me as nothing more than Monika’s plaything.
It was humiliating, and Monika knew that.
She demanded that I strip at the bottom of her stairs and I nervously had to run to her bedroom while shielding my genitals from anyone in her corridor. I could hear the sounds of laughter and music behind closed doors, as the students lived their carefree existence, but Monika had me alarmed and unnerved as I scrabbled to the safety of her room.
She took an eternity to unlock her bedroom, and giggled as I hurried into her space, and away from prying eyes. Before the door had closed, she rubbed my bare buttocks. “I love fucking this. You’re going to get my prick ready for you, aren’t you?” My cock throbbed as I felt the warm breath on the nape of my neck as she leaned into the back of me. Her hands caressed my flesh and her body pressed against mine as she spoke into my ear.
I went into the en-suite and entered her room, naked, and with a cleaned rectum. She smiled as she leaned against her wardrobe with the black strap-on attached to her leather harness. Her bare body glowed under the harsh fluorescent strip light and she clicked her finger to a pink bath towel, sprawled over her bed. “Face up,” she demanded.
My pulse raced as I laid on her student mattress, and she took the half-full lube bottle. She smeared the transparent gel over her black toy and then, as I held the backs of my thighs to open my butt for her to access, she squirted a generous amount over my whorl.
I adored the slow pressure against my opening. The blunt head of her rubber toy as my ring stretched to accommodate the intruder and fill me. She smiled as she held onto my chest. The teenage dominant looked so sexy as her body leaned over me with her soft golden hair falling over her face.
Monika beamed as she plundered me. She grinned, laughed, grunted and sighed as her cock fucked me; slowly at first and then with increasing alacrity. I felt her lean across me and reach into her bedside drawer; her breasts pressed against my face, as she retrieved another toy and slipped it underneath her.
A vibrator – directly on my leaking prick – as she ravaged me. “You like?” She asked as her rotating hips rubbed her cock against my prostate and her battery-powered toy sizzled against the head of my dick. I groaned and squealed, nodding as she fucked me. I had sensory overload in my loins. “Jamie loves my vibe against their nub when I’m fucking him.”
My humiliation doubled as she said those words; I felt like I was the woman, the submissive partner, as she drove her prick harder and faster into me. I raced towards my climax. My body shivered and itched as the pressure rose inside me. Monika had left me powerless as a wave of pleasure crashed over me and my dick pulsed. Several streaks of cum landed over my chest.
Fucked and forced out of me.
I cleaned up in the en-suite and returned to the bedroom; she pressed me against the cool plaster and rubbed my buttocks. “Face the wall,” she demanded. Her left hand held me facing away from her, while her right squeezed and caressed my buttocks. I didn’t expect the first smack as the flat of her palm smashed against my defenceless flesh.
Monika never stopped; she pelted my bum with her bare hand, giggling as she spoke. “Natasha always says you have a spankable arse!” I gulped as her strong pelts landed. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against the beige plaster. The teenager gave me thirty hits and with my reddened backside, she passed me the kilt once more. “Let’s go to the pub.”
The student bar was crowded, and we struggled for space. I bought my dominant a drink, and she noticed a friend at the pool table. The two women had just finished a game, and Monika challenged me to one.
I knew her nefarious intentions. Every time I leant over the blue baize, her cue lifted the back of my short kilt. Her friends giggled at my reddened rump as she humiliated me, but I was a much better player than she was and I not only won the match, but Monika exposed me and degraded me while doing so.
We returned to her flat at eleven o’clock and I picked up my bag to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?” She asked.
“I thought you had a date in the morning.”
“I do. At lunch. And you’re coming too. Get your arse in bed as we have a film to watch.” She giggled as I put my bag down, stripped naked, and slipped into the single bed alongside the nubile beauty.
Once again, Monika exercised in the morning and while she jogged around the city, I went to the small supermarket to buy foods and cooked us a fry-up in her kitchen. After breakfast, I feasted on her sweaty, musky crotch, savouring the powerful aroma and pungent flavour of her overexertion. The essence of female exercise was delicious, and she teased me as I brought her to a gasping, writhing orgasm.
We showered and met Monika’s date at a coffee shop in the city; “the boi” lived in an accommodation block half-a-mile from my teenage friend’s residence. Jamie was lanky. The non-binary student wore clunky black leather boots with kneehigh black socks and fishnet tights underneath tight short black shorts and a dark hoodie with a unicorn on the front. They painted their nails in a deep red that matched their long hair and collar.
Her date didn’t look like they were trying to be feminine, but they were certainly not masculine. Monika hugged her date as they got up from their seat and I ordered everyone coffees. Jamie was shy; they kept looking at me and then my friend, and the non-binary student blushed easily. It was only when I talked about computing and then Bitches Against that they opened up and relaxed.
“He loves the strap-on you got me,” Monika revealed as we ate lunch. “Jamie comes when I used it on them too!” The young student blushed as she spoke openly about their sexuality and when they sunk in their seat, my lover added. “You know all about John’s because I told you what Natasha, and I have done to him. And Boh.”
“But it’s…”
“Do you want to come with us?” She asked me aggressively. She turned in her seat to me. “When you’ve finished your crisps, we better go back to my room as I am going to fuck a sub or two and this one won’t admit to his kinks.”
“OK,” Jamie muttered, blushing. “I enjoy being a submissive and getting taken. I love giving head and I fuck boys and girls and non-binaries.”
Monika beamed. “Good. Let’s play!” She stood up as her date and I looked at each other. “I adore threesomes!” She giggled and patted her date on the head. I felt nervous walking back to Monika’s small bedroom with the two students. The dominant lover held my hand for some of the journey, soothing my reticence, but I felt too old to get sexual enjoyment from the two teenagers. It felt wrong.
When we reached her room, she put me in the bathroom and told me to strip and come out when I was ready. It was her way of giving me time to process the events of lunch. Natasha had been clear that she wanted me to play with other genders, and her teenage partner seemed just as anxious as me.
With a deep breath, I left her tiny en-suite naked and saw her date nude beside the window. Jamie was glabrous below the neck. Not a single hair on their skin, as they stood clothesless aside their dominatrix. They had a small pink tattoo just below their belly button, and another on their right ankle.
It felt a little weird and unsettling. Jamie’s erect cock was large and thick – a meaty specimen that oozed virility and masculinity. It dwarfed mine, which was of average length and girth. Yet alongside their significant prick, they were hairless with long red hair and a feminine face. I’d had never had sex in the same room as another guy, and that was – sort of – what Jamie was.
The student smiled at me as I stared at him. “You’re cute,” Jamie muttered as they clambered on Monika’s bed and beckoned me towards them. Their scarlet red lips pursed, and they beamed as they knelt on all fours and licked the tip of my limp prick.
My cock sparkled as Jamie ran their tongue over the head of my dick. A warm, delicate lick as they wrapped their lips over the glans and slowly suckled my frenulum. My body shivered. I gulped and grunted as Monika tenderly rubbed her date’s bare buttocks.
“That’s nice,” I mumbled.
“Should be. I know Jamie is very talented with their mouth.” I shuddered as their mouth worked my dick, sliding over the tip and suckling passionately. Monika prepared Jamie’s butt with lubricant and she donned her strap-on. They grunted into my cock as she penetrated him.
Monika’s powerful motion forced Jamie’s body back and forth over her dildo, but this movement drove their mouth further over my prick. The strong suction and tongue movement felt divine, but Monika propelled her date into almost deep-throating me.
He panted and groaned as she fucked him, sliding the dildo deeper and deeper into his sanctuary. His lips danced over my shaft as my loins sparkled under their skilled fellatio.
A finger traced my balls and perineum and pressed against my rosebud. I swore loudly and made eye contact with Monika as we spit-roasted her boi. My hands stroked their red hair as I luxuriated in the delicious talent of the non-binary student.
Incredible sensations sprayed from my cock. Delightful arousal swirled around me as I grunted and groaned. I panted as my orgasm swelled, exhaling sharply. “Come in their mouth,” Monika demanded, understanding how close I was, and Jamie wrapped their tongue over my frenulum, intensifying my climax.
My knees quivered as my cock pulsed and I expelled several waves of cum into Monika’s grunting date. They cleaned me, sliding their lips and sucking the last of my juices from my prick and my dick fell from their mouth.
It was the first blowjob I had received since Faye had made Nessie blow me, and I leant against the door frame, panting. “Thanks. That was… amazing!” I mumbled as I watched Monika withdraw her dildo from their butt.
My lover giggled and unhooked her harness from her waist, discarding the glistening dong and black leather straps on the carpet. She lay on the duvet and gestured with a come hither motion. “You can do some oral, now,” she demanded, and I climbed onto the bed. I buried my face into her aroused snatch. My knees rested on the floor at the end of her bed.
Her hands stroked my hair as my lips danced over her musky cunt, taking in her feminine odours and tastes. Delightfully arousing and for the second time that day, my tongue worked on her clit.
A cold drop of lubricant landed on my exposed crack and fingers pressed against my anus. I shuddered and looked up at Monika, petting me as her date rubbed the lube into my butt. “I’m going to watch you get fucked,” she whispered. “And you will love it.” My mind churned. I wasn’t certain if I was prepared for this, but the dominant teenager soothed me with her gentle strokes of my hair and her soft voice. “Natasha knows you want it. I know you want it. Just relax. Let it happen.”
I felt the discarded condom wrapper flutter onto my back and then a fleshy tip press against my whorl. I tried to concentrate my mind on the feminine scent of Monika and the delicious taste of her sopping pussy, but the stretching of my anal ring dominated my thoughts.
Jamie’s hands held my butt cheeks apart, and I grunted as my butthole strained and spread to accommodate the stout dick of Monika’s date. It felt as good as Natasha’s strap-on and I knew how much I loved that, but I couldn’t shake the realisation it was a real prick and not a rubber dong. My sexuality scared me and my mind flooded with contrasting thoughts and feelings.
Sexually, it felt good. Very good. Jamie carefully and slowly impaled me. Gentle rocking oscillations that allowed my body to adjust to the penetration, and I barely experienced any discomfort. He was an excellent lover and Monika ground her cunt in my face as her tryst skewered me on his meaty prick.
While I adored the incredible array of feelings and emotions, my mind tumbled with fear. I had always identified as a heterosexual man. I enjoyed screwing women and since I had met Natasha, those lines had become blurred. Sex became kinky, and she had plenty of lesbian intimacy. Nobody thought any less of her because of her bisexuality, and yet subconsciously, my experimentation troubled me.
I shuddered as Jamie’s dick rolled over my prostate. For the first time, a cock had stimulated my P-Spot, and I groaned into Monika’s musky cunt. I lapped at her button as her date’s meaty member speared into me. They held onto my waist for leverage, gripping my body as they hammered their prick into my sanctuary.
My stiff cock dug into the mattress as Jamie slammed into me. Their warm dick was softer and more supple than my girlfriend’s hard dildo, and it stimulated me differently. It made my prostate dance and my loins tickle as my body sizzled with arousal.
Twenty minutes after I had orgasmed with Jamie’s amazing fellatio, my horniness intensified. I had lapped at Monika’s cunt on autopilot as I savoured the homosexual penetration, but she dug her fingers into my skull. Her body quivered as I suckled on her slit, and she pushed herself backwards to take my tongue away from her oversensitive button.
I barely noticed as I touched her opening. Jamie had hammered their prick into me, slamming their thick, juicy member into my prostate. Pre-cum wetness poured from my cock, as the first peak swept from my crotch. Sheer delight as my body quivered.
Jamie smashed their dick deep into me and I felt their prick pulse. They felt against me, rubbing my back as they moaned loudly and withdrew. Instantly, I missed the fullness, and put my head on the duvet, panting wildly.
“Good?” Monika muttered, and I nodded, unable to speak. I looked behind my shoulder at her date, with the full condom hanging limply from their penis.
“Yeah,” I murmured. Our host swung her legs over me and stood up, holding out her hand. She guided me into the en-suite, pressed her body against mine, and we kissed.
“Natasha’ll be happy,” she promised as she shepherded me into the shower cubicle. I knew what was coming, and I sat with my back against the cold tiles as her cunt, at head level, closed over my face.
Delicious, acrid golden rain poured over me as Monika emptied her bladder, forcefully ejecting piss onto me. Dirty and nasty, my fingers toyed with my prick, wanking furiously as her nectar smashed over me.
And then another warm stream that hit my chest and my masturbating hands begun. I needed to expel the unspent arousal and as I rubbed my shaft, Jamie urinated over me. The non-binary student who butt-fucked me to rampant horniness then defiled me by spraying their hot piss over my prick.
I swallowed mouthfuls of Monika’s pee as I reached my peak. My body shuddered and my orgasm swelled as several ropes of cum landed on my chest and my hand, washed away by Jamie’s bladder.
When Monika’s flow stopped, they left me to shower, and I dressed. There was a slight awkwardness as I came into the kitchen where Jamie and my teenage friend sat, fully clothed, and drinking tea. “Thanks,” I said. “That was… fun. And an education.”
Monika sniggered. She got up and put her palm around my waist. “I’ll see you next Friday. And then we could do another date on Saturday?” She asked and kissed me on the cheek.
I held my hand out to Jamie, but they ignored it and hugged me instead, squeezing me tightly. “Safe travels,” they muttered. “See you next week?”
“Yes,” I promised. I left Monika’s student flat as the afternoon closed towards evening and drove back to Hertfordshire. Monika and Jamie had expanded my sexual experience considerably, and I thought of little else on my journey home. I wasn’t sure that my sexuality had changed massively, but I’d just been fucked and pissed on by a sexually aroused prick for the first time in my life.
Monika – unbeknown to me at the time – had surreptitiously filmed the encounter from her phone, propped up on the desk, and she had sent me the video. I forwarded this onto Natasha, as a proof that I had experimented with same-sex shagging, as she had insisted.
I arrived home to a notice from a North London Court; Samantha had started legal proceedings against me, and after the initial shock wore off, I logged onto view the particulars of her claim. They were baseless, but not unexpected given what she had written in her letter earlier in the Summer and I spent the rest of the weekend crafting a defence to her demands. I also reviewed my bank statements.
For the last eighteen months of our relationship, Samantha received a pittance. She quit her previous job when she fell out with the manager and was happy to live off my salary. At the time, I didn’t care. I earned good money. However, with her new penny-grabbing actions, I looked at the cash I had provided directly to her bank account to fund the lifestyle she could not. Car Insurance, repayments, Girls Holiday Abroad and Spending Money. It totalled nearly ten thousand pounds, and so I submitted a counterclaim against my ex-girlfriend. It was funds she didn’t have, and I hoped the sight of this vast figure would make her re-evaluate her decision to go to court.
After all, if you play with fire, then you may get burned.
