Homecoming

The following story is a work of fiction based on some sexting I did with a very close friend.

It was early evening by the time her flight landed. I was waiting at the airport, just liked she'd asked. It'd only been a week, but it felt much longer. I was happy to see her when she emerged from the crush of people. I expected a warm embrace, but she brushed past me.

“I missed you,” I said, scrambling to keep up.

“I need to find a restroom,” she said. “The flight took forever.”

“It's right over here,” I said, but she walked past the ladies' room. As she approached the men's room she tucked her blonde hair into her baseball cap. Wearing a T-shirt and jeans I had to admit she could pass for a boy. Well, pass enough in a crowded restroom where no one was going to stare at you. I followed her in.

The restroom was full of men who'd just gotten off flights, all relieving themselves. And it smelled like it. I followed her down the long row of stalls when she turned and pushed me into one, shutting the door behind us. I felt nervous, what did she have planned? Would others see? The walls and door of the stall stopped an inch or two above the floor, so it'd be difficult for the men to know there were two of us in here, but not impossible.

She faced me, pulling off her cap and then her T-shirt. I stared at the cotton bra holding her small tits as she raised her arms over her head. “I didn't put on deodorant today, and I'm really stinky.” She pulled my face to her underarm and I breathed in deeply. “Lick me clean.”

I stuck my tongue out and tasted her sweat. With long, slow licks I cleaned the salt off her skin, her razor stubble tickling my tongue. Slowly, I cleaned one underarm and then the other. “You love how dirty I am, don't you.”

To my shame I had to agree. I could feel my cock straining in my pants as I lapped at her underarms. How could something so dirty make me feel so excited?

“Well you're a lucky bitch, because my feet are dirty too.” She was wearing slip-on sandals, her toes painted pink. But even standing I could see her feet were dirty. “I was walking around barefoot in the terminal. You want to lick them clean, don't you.”

I shook my head. “No, please, that's so nasty.”

“But it turns you on to be nasty.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, “but I shouldn't. They're so dirty.”

She pushed me down and I squatted in front of her. She slipped her right foot out of her sandal and lifted it to my face. “I walked barefoot on the sidewalk too. I know you want to lick off all that grime.”

“Please don't make me.”

“But you want to,” she said, rubbing her toes on my lips. “Just open your mouth and be my dirty bitch.”

I hated myself for wanting something so disgusting, but I couldn't resist. I looked up at her and opened my mouth.

She smiled down at me and pushed her foot in. “What a good little bitch you are.”

I sucked her big toe, feeling the grit on my tongue. “I walked around barefoot on the plane too,” she said. I moved my mouth down to her other toes, gently sucking each one. “I slipped them off in the ladies' room in the terminal before we took off. The floor was wet.” I licked the sides of her foot, taking the dirt into my mouth. “I took them off in the cab on the way to the airport. The floor of the cab was sticky.”

She pointed her toes straight up, presenting her sole to my mouth.“God knows what's on my feet.” I lapped at the underside of her foot, licking off the salt and grime.

She put her left foot back in her sandal and presented her right foot to me. “I wouldn't be surprised if it made you sick.” I licked. “But you love being dirty for me, don't you.” I felt a hot flash of shame spread over me as I admitted to her how much it turned me on.

When I was finished she slipped her foot back into her sandal and leaned down to cup my face in her hand. “Now I really need to piss. You'll be my toilet bitch, won't you.”

I stared at her, unable to answer.

“Lay down on the floor and open your mouth for me.”

I started to tremble. “It's really dirty.”

“It's wet and stinky, isn't it. It probably hasn't been cleaned in days. It looks like most of the guys miss the toilet when they piss.”

“I'll get wet.”

“Yes, you will. But you can decide if you want to lay down with your clothes on, or naked.”

I stared at the floor. “Why would I lay down naked?”

“So you'll have dry clothes to put on when you're done.”

“But I'll get really wet.”

“You'll get wet either way. But if you lay down naked, then your clothes won't be dripping and smelling like a sewer when you walk back through the airport.”

I swallowed hard and pulled off my shirt. “What a good toilet bitch you are.” She took my shirt and watched as I slid down my pants. “Shoes and socks too.”

“You want my feet to touch this?”

“You need to be completely naked, fully exposed. And believe me, your naked feet on this floor will be the least of your worries once you’re laying on your back down there.”

I slipped off my shoes and socks and stepped onto the floor. Then I slid off my pants and underpants. I couldn't believe I was doing this. What was wrong with me? Why would anyone willingly get naked and lay on a floor in an airport mens' room? I felt like I was outside myself, watching what I was doing as I slowly laid down on the floor.

I felt the cold, wet tile on my ass and upper back. I felt the wetness of the floor, all that stale piss, on me now. I swallowed hard, feeling dirtier than I ever had in my life. And I had done it willingly.

She hung my clothes on the hook on the back of the door, slipped off her pants and panties and hung them up as well. I stared up from the floor as she stepped over me. “Are you going to be my good little toilet bitch?”

“Yes.”

“Then get your head down on the floor too.” She pushed my head and I lowered it to the floor. My hair on the tiles now, soaking up the dirty water, my head just inches from the toilet. “You are really disgusting down there. How can you just lay there like that?”

“I don't know. I hate it.”

“But you can't resist, can you.”

“No,” I whimpered.

She squatted down, lowering herself over my face. “I really need a shower, don't I.”

I could smell her pussy and ass. “Yes.”

She reached back and spread her cheeks. “Clean my ass.”

Part of me wanted to leave. Get my clothes on, get to a shower, clean up, and forget this madness had ever happened. Instead I stuck my tongue out.

She hadn't lied about needing a shower. She tasted dark, earthy, forbidden. I lapped it all up, no longer caring. No longer able to stop. Any dignity I had was gone. I pushed my tongue into her delicious body.

She moaned softly. Outside the stall I could hear people talking, trying to catch flights, trying to get home. All of them washing their hands, trying to be clean, and here I was trying to be dirty.

She pulled away. “I can't hold it any longer, are you ready, toilet bitch?”

I could no longer speak, I simply opened my mouth.

“Don't spill a drop.”

I watched as her pussy lips quivered, parted a bit, and released her piss. At first just a couple drops but then a stream. It hit my forehead and I adjusted, trying to get it into my mouth. Trying to be her perfect toilet bitch.

My mouth quickly filled but she didn't stop. I had no choice, I closed my mouth to swallow. In that short time her piss hit my lips and cascaded down my chin, over my neck, onto the floor. “Do better bitch, you're missing.”

I opened my mouth and swallowed more. It went on for a while, her piss filling my mouth and me swallowing it, over and over. The taste of her in my mouth, in my body. And I wanted more. I wanted all that she had.

I thought I might drown but her steam finally lessened and then stopped. Just a drop or two fell now.

She slid her hand between her legs and began to rub herself. “What a good little toilet you are. You drank a lot more than I thought you would. That was pretty disgusting, wasn't it.”

“Yes,” I said, still not believing I'd actually done it.

“You did such a good job as my personal toilet bitch, I have a special treat for you.” She sucked on a couple of fingers to get them wet, then returned them to her pussy. “I met this guy on the plane. Well, he picked me up. He was very assertive, sure of himself. Not like you at all.”

She was rubbing faster now, her pussy lips swelling in excitement. “You're so insecure, and that's cute and all, but sometimes I need to be taken by a real man.” She pushed her fingers in, fucking herself. When she pulled them out they were covered in thick, white cream. “And that's what he did. Took me, right in the plane. I let him cum in me. God he came so hard. I didn't think he'd stop. Can you see all the cum he pumped into me?”

She spread herself open and I watched cum drip out. She slid a finger back into herself and pushed the cum out, letting it drip off her fingers and into my mouth. “Isn't that a nice treat for my little toilet bitch?” She pushed her fingers back inside and got more, dripping it onto my tongue.

I held the cum in my mouth, tasting it, tasting her juices mixed in with it. Then I swallowed it all.

She started rubbing herself again. “Did you pick up any girls why I was gone? Fuck anyone new?”

“No.”

“You're much too shy. I got fucked about every night.” She was rubbing faster now, her fingers a blur on her clit. I continued to swallow as more cum dripped out of her.

She started breathing faster, her body tensing. “I got fucked by my boss, of course. And then guys I met at the hotel bar. Hard to say how many different guys' cum you’re eating right now. But you love that, don't you?”

I nodded, my mouth open to catch any cum that dripped from her as her orgasm built. And then she was cumming. Her body shaking all over. Her pussy contracting, pushing out cum and juices. I kept my mouth open, trying to catch it all.

And then she was done. She stood, pulled on her panties, her pants, her shirt. I lay on the floor, naked, looking up at her. “My pathetic little toilet bitch.” She took my clothes from the hook and dropped them on the floor. She pushed them around with her foot so they soaked up the piss I'd missed, and anything else on the dirty tile.

Then she tucked her hair back under her cap and left, leaving me laying next to my wet clothes, alone on the floor of the men's room stall.

Another Amazing Pee Scene

It's amazing how getting peed on affects me. It's a bit bizarre. And by bizarre I mean wonderful.

This kitty went to a play party last night at a private home. The woman has an amazing dungeon, with a suspension pit, medical scene room that looks just like a doctor's exam room, and marble wet room.

It's a great space and great people were there, but just way too many. The dungeon was hot and humid and packed. I felt a bit overwhelmed and way too overheated, in a bad way. So my mood started to fall. A lot of people were bailing and I even considered taking off. I did find an empty place to hide for a while and try and rally.

Then, as I was walking through the dungeon one of the presenters for the evening mentioned how much she loves peeing on dirty little sluts. I was like ohhhhh. Then she said that people kept telling her about this citi kittie that likes to be peed on, and who is this citi kittie? It's good to have friends!

I almost fell over before I could say that I was this citi kittie. She smiled and began to tell me how much she enjoys watching her pee hit a little slut's skin and land in his mouth.

Immediately I felt a jolt go through me. My mood changed, I was excited, turned on, focused. It was amazing to me how I went from feeling down and thinking about leaving or at least hiding in a corner to feeling so good.

She told me she'd find me later, when she needed to pee.

I spent the next few hours flirting and kissing, riding my improved mood.

Then she found me and said she had to pee. My heart started racing. We did a quick negotiation of where she would pee; really anywhere except in my mouth. Also, she wanted me to beg for her pee. She said it turned her on more for the person to beg for it. I was willing to oblige ; )

She suggested I strip and I did, in the middle of the dungeon. We went into the wet room and she stripped. She was fairly thin with small boobies and an infectious smile that lit up when she talked about peeing on me. She wore a black Hermes dress that came off quickly. God she was hot. And she was going to pee on me!

She was telling me how excited she was to pee on a naughty slut girl and how she wanted to wash me off when she was done.

I laid down on the bench and asked her to squat over me. She was smiling and calling me a naughty girl, telling me what a hard, throbbing clit I had. I had shaved before the party (of course) and she said she was excited to pee all over my smooth skin.

She was writhing and swinging her hips while I laid under her. I was shaking all over now, begging for her pee. I used to think I shook all while getting peed on because I was in a cold tub, or a cold bathroom. The dungeon, while cooler, was still very warm, and the marble bench was warm as well. No, this was my body shaking in excitement.

Then she let go and peed all over my chest and stomach. She had a landing strip and her pussy opened just a bit as her stream of yellow pee shot out. It flared about, splashing on me, and a bit on her thighs.

She called me a naughty, dirty girl and said I needed her pee to clean me. I just said yes, yes, yes. She peed and peed while I begged for me.

After, I was so hard and turned on, I had to jerk off. She watched, telling me my clit was hard and my pussy was throbbing. I told her what a naughty girl I was and rubbed her pee all over myself. I also smelled it on my fingers, strong, her fluids so close to my face. I came as she smiled down at me.

Then she showered off and showered me off.

And I was flying. Totally high. In a completely different head space than I had been earlier.

And I was just talking away. Even as I was chatting part of my brain was thinking that I was talking too much, but I couldn't stop myself. I was just blah, blah, blah. Like a little kid that gets excited and starts telling the new person all about, well, anything!

We finished showering and kissed. I thanked her probably a million times.

Back in the dungeon my Mistress, my Miss, and my boyfriend were all sitting on the floor chatting with friends. They all stared at me and I did a little happy dance. Literally dancing and wiggling in excitement. As the climax to the 1812 Overture played. Yeah, it was an odd mix for a dungeon, but strangely fitting for that moment in my life. My partners just smiled at me, understanding that this is just one of those things that really get me going.

I flew the rest of the night and had a difficult time sleeping.

Now it's about 12 hours later and I'm still flying. It's really amazing how mood-altering getting peed on is for me.

I need to do this more often!

Remember to Pee Before Breakfast

Saturday morning at Dark Odyssey Summer Camp I got up late and headed down to breakfast in my pajamas. The night before I had attended 5 Minute Dating and met some lovely people. Walking up the hill returning from breakfast was one of them.

She was wearing a bathrobe and bunny ears. I walked up to her and petted her ears. I was wearing my pink leather collar with a heart shaped tag on it. It read, “whore” and “pee on me.”

She read the tag and looked at me, “Are you a whore?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Can I pee on you?”

“Yes.”

She looked at me with her blue, blue eyes and asked, “Can I pee on you now?”

My heart was already racing. “Yes.”

“Really, right now? I haven’t peed yet this morning.”

“So it’s all dark and nasty.”

”Yeah, it will be very dirty.”

It was like time had slowed down. “You can pee on me right now.”

“ Where should we do it?”

“Not out in the open?” I suggested we go up behind a nearby cabin. She liked that idea.

I think I was already in subspace. My cock has getting hard. My cock was getting hard just from her suggesting she go pee on me. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening.

We walked beside a cabin and I got undressed. She opened her robe to reveal her smoking hot body. Her beautiful breasts, her lovely skin. Wow. I lay down and she squatted over my stomach.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before.”

“Do you want me to beg?”

“Oh yes, I want you to beg.”

“Oh please, please, please pee on me.”

I was staring at her pussy inches above my stomach, my naked body under hers.

She started calling me names in such a loving, gentle way. The kind of domination that drives me crazy.

“You’re so dirty, aren’t you.”

”Oh yes, god, I’m such a dirty kitty.”

“I don’t think you even deserve my pee.”

“No please, please, please pee on me.”

“Where do you want it?”

“All over me, please, on my stomach, on my chest.”

She relaxed, closed her eyes, but nothing. It almost didn’t matter. I was flying, totally gone, lost somewhere.

Some people talk about how they love getting pierced and the needle will take them into subspace. For others it happens after 15 minutes of flogging. For me, just tell me you’re going to pee on me.

“I don’t know, I don’t know if I can. Are you sure you want it?”

I was staring into her eyes and then back to her pussy. I closed my eyes. “Please, please, I know I don’t deserve, but please, please pee on me.”

“It’s going to smell.”

“Oh god yes.”

She grabbed her water bottle and drank the whole thing. Then she squatted over me again and closed her eyes.

A single drop fell on my belly.

OH MY GOD.

I was almost panting.

“Look at that, look at how dirty you are.”

“I know, I know, I’m so dirty. I’m such a dirty kitty.”

I looked down, more pee. Her pee was dripping onto my belly and then stopped.

“Oh, it’s smelly. You’re so dirty.”

I was rubbing her body, up her sides, across her breasts, down her arms. I pinched her nipples and she told me to do it more. I pinched and twisted them. She moaned.

And then it happened. As I was pinching and twisting her nipples a dark yellow stream flowed down onto my stomach. She moved up a bit to my chest and it poured onto me and down my sides.

I stared at the stream, unable to look away. The only thing in the world was she and I and that stream of pee.

Fuck.

When she was done she squatted next to me. I put my fingers in her pee and brought them to my nose, smelling her pee.

“Oh, you are a dirty kitty. Look at you, covered in my pee, smelling like my pee. You should keep it on all day. You should go to the dining hall covered in my pee.’

All I could say was, “Yes, yes.”

My cock was now hard and throbbing.

“You should put some behind your ears.”

I did, dabbing it like it was perfume.

Then she noticed my belly button was full of her pee and laughed. “Oh my god, look, you have a little well of pee, your belly button is full! Do you think you could crab-walk to the dining hall and keep it in there?”

Again, all I could say was, ‘Yes, yes.’

Then I thought of something else to say. “God, I’m so horny, I have to touch my cock.”

“Are you allowed?”

“Um, yes, I am.”

I started jerking off as she watched and played with the pee on my chest. I was ready to cum almost instantly but I let it go on for a while, just living in that moment. A moment I know I’ll return to again and again.

I came and my head fell back. I just stared at the blue sky and at her blue eyes.

“Wow. That was amazing.”

She asked if I was going to breakfast like that. I said I thought I’d best go shower and she agreed.

I picked up my clothes and she put on her robe. We walked up the hill, me covered in pee and cum and pine needles all over my back.

I thanked her again and I went into my cabin. My cabin mates saw my dirty body and asked if I was OK, thinking I’d fallen. I said I was OK and ran to the shower.

I still have no idea why she was wearing bunny ears.

Roots of Kink – Water Sports

So often it is hard to know where a kink comes from. Other times you can recall the exact moment it entered your consciousness. This is about the latter.

Growing up my sister’s best friend was a redheaded girl named She lived down the street and played with my sister every day.

I liked hanging out with my sister and her best friend (no one is surprised). I really wanted Jenny to like me. But they would usually chase me away when they were together.

Well one day I was playing with Jenny without my sister around. I forget how this came about. In her backyard she had one of those geodesic dome jungle gyms. I know I was younger than 10 but can’t recall my exact age.

In any event, we were playing on the jungle gym, side by side. We were sitting with our legs over the bars and our butts pushed down. One of us probably commented that it looked like we were sitting on the toilet. This, I’m sure, would have been very silly.

Then we swung backward so we were both hanging upside-down from our knees. Jenny joked that we had now fallen through the toilet and into the sewer. Yes, I said, and all the pee and poop is falling on us. And Jenny said, yes, it’s all pouring down on us.

I was so excited to be so close to her. And so excited to be alone with her. And so excited to b talking about something so taboo. And she was talking about it too!

Jenny probably has no memory of that day. But for me, the idea of being peed on has never left me. And the excitement and the naughtiness of it all has stayed with me. All these years.