CDU Julie

Part 1

Being abused and humiliated has always turned me on big time.  Not only sexually abused, but physically too.   I’ve known I was a pain slut since I was about twelve, though I constantly denied it to myself as well as others, for the usually reasons – it just wasn’t the done thing in our society for a nice young lady to desire to be abused and hurt the way I did.  I didn’t have much success with boys because very few can cope with it, at least when they are young.  Consequentlymost of my lovers have been at least20 years older than me.  I turned 28 last month.  Mainly I meet guys from alternative lifestyle websites.  The last guy I was “seeing” was 54.

I have worked hard at coming to terms with my nature so I can be happier with myself.  I studied certain aspects of Buddhism for the past year to resolve the guilt I always felt about wanting things that I was not supposed to, things like abuse and humiliation.  An added bonus was that I explored the way I think about pain, and have learnt a lot about accepting and observing it rather than being afraid of it.  I think this has really allowed me to become a better pain slut and enjoy it more – which is good because pain has always turned me on like nothing else.  Even though I denied this part of my make-up when I was younger, I did nevertheless indulge the part of me that craved humiliation.  Ever since I was about 15, I found I liked being on my knees at a guy’s feet, looking up at him while I sucked his cock.  At school, all the guys knew that I was a willing cum slut for anyone who wanted to dump his load.  In later years, I discovered that I got the same perverted pleasure by licking a guy’s arse and drinking his piss.  My parents wondered why the skin on my knees always seemed to be grazed or raw.

I finished school when I was 17 and got a job fairly easily working for a small accounting company with 5 guys in the office.  I do data entry, answer the phone, keep the filing up to date, make tea and (this probably doesn’t surprise anyone) suck their cocks.  That wasn’t originally part of the position description and I got the job on my other abilities, but I guess it became obvious fairly quickly what kind of a girl I was from the way I talked and the clothes I wore to work.  Anyway, usually I end up sucking them all off on a regular basis on Thursday afternoons after we have been to the pub for lunch and had a few drinks.  It’s become like a little ritual.  Except with Robert that is – he is an officious little man, second in charge of the company and wants a blowjob most mornings.  Robert has his own office so spending some time on my knees under his desk every morning has become one of my routines.  Otherwise we don’t really socialise –all the guys seem to be happily married and I don’t need to know any more than that – though I sometimes wonder why Robert is almost always horny in the morning.

Despite what you may think, it’s not that easy to find guys who can satisfy my cravings.  The best places are alternative lifestyle chat sites; but then mostly you find single guys looking for a quick easy fuck.  I concentrate on guys whose profile says they like gangbangs and who lean to the kinky side.  I don’t get off on sessions with single guys much anymore, but usually you have to meet them one on one so they know you are genuine before they will invite their mates to join in.  Like this guy Ray I met recently.  His profile name was “slutabuser” so that got my attention.  He said he liked gangbangs and bondage but wouldn’t organise any other guys to join in until I proved I was “worthy”.  I offered him a blowjob and invited him to come around to my place that evening. 

I followed my usual routine to sort out if Ray was a good prospect or not.  I make sure I am ready at least 10 minutes before he is due to arrive.  I turn the PC on and log on the site we met on, so he can broadcast our encounter if he wants.  I shower and shave my cunt and put on just a touch of lipstick.  I slip on my heels and think about a sexy thong, but decide that naked would make a better impression.  I got a few clues about things he likes from our short chat, and I go to my bottom drawer and choose some clamps that I hope would turn him on.  I attach a clamp to each of my nipples and cunt lips.  I also get out a pair of handcuffs and hang the key on one of my nipple clamps.  I choose some medium size weights and hook a couple on each of the clamps. 

I ensure the front door is just ajar and I take up my position kneeling directly in front of it, just far enough away so that it can swing open without hitting me.  Lastly, I close the handcuffs on my wrists with my hands behind my back and wait for the knock.  This always involves some anxiety.  It wouldn’t be the first time that the guy was fake and simply didn’t turn up, and I know I can’t get the key to unlock the handcuffs by myself (though this adds to the excitement).  If that happens, my backup plan is to go to the apartment 2 doors down.  James is gay and lives by himself, but does seem to get a kick out of asking him to retrieve the key and unlock my cuffs.

This time Ray didn’t disappoint.  He knocked on the door about 10 minutes after the time we agreed.  I called out for him to come in as the door was open.  As the door swung back, I spread my knees a bit further apart, straightened my back and stuck out my tits and, well, just tried to look appealing.   I figured Ray was in his mid-forties, younger than most guys I meet in these circumstances.  He was wide-eyed and lost for words- he obviously wasn’t expecting this which causes me to lower my expectations of him a little.  He struggles for words “Hi I’m Ray…. Are you Julie?”

I try to make him at ease.  “Come in Ray.  Yeah I’m CDUjulie, your cum disposal unit for tonight.  I hope you’re not disappointed?  Do you just want a quick blowjob as we agreed or have you got time to play a bit?  As an icebreaker, I thought maybe you might like your arse licked?  Do you want a beer first?You’ll have to help, my hands seem to be a bit constrained.”  I directed Ray to the fridge so he could help himself to a can of beer.

Ray was obviously not averse to a good arse licking, and after he opened his can, he lowered  his jeans and exposed his arse.  I moved behind him, staying on my knees, gave his crack a few long licks and focussed on getting my tongue inside his arsehole.  I’m not sure how many of you have tried tongue-fucking someone’s arsehole while your hands are cuffed behind you back, but it’s not easy.  However, I enjoy having to make an effort to please a man.  After about 10 minutes, I asked Ray if he wouldn’t mind if we shifted positions.  I had placed a low table nearby for just this purpose.  I inched on my knees to the table, turned my back on it and leaned back so my head rested on it.  “Ray would you mind helping me out by sitting with your arse on my face?  That way I can get my tongue deeper inside you so it should be more satisfying for both of us.”

Ray followed my suggestion, at first just lightly resting his arse on my face, but after I explained that it would work better if there was more pressure, he sat normally and allowed all his weight to settle into my face.  I could really work my tongue deep inside him but this position also had other advantages.  I had thought it out and I knew from previous experience that my tits would be in a perfect position for him to rest his hands on them and play with them.  I waited to find out what kind of tit play he liked.

Ray started to explore the clamps and he noticed the key hanging from a little chain on one of them.  He played with the clamps, opening and closing them and picking up the weights and letting them drop.  He grabbed a handful of tit in each hand, groping and squeezing.  A moan escaped from my lips and reverberated along my tongue into his open arsehole.  This must have encouraged him, as he started slapping them, gently at first but they got harder and harder as he heard, and felt, my moans of encouragement.  I think he liked seeing the weights bounce around as he slapped my tits first one way then another.  I thought that Ray was starting to enjoy himself and get over his initial shyness as I worked my tongue ever deeper into his anus.

After about 20 minutes, Ray had finished his beer and it seemed like he was ready to have some attention paid to his cock.  I explained it was his choice either to do all the work and fuck my mouth, or to let me show how good I was at sucking cock while he had another beer, in which case it would be better if he used the key and freed my hands.  He opted to leave me bound and fuck my face.  I was pleased as it means he is a better fit to the profile of the kind of guy I like meet.

Ray’s cock was nice and thick and good on length when he was fully erect.  If he was inexperienced, it didn’t show as he got into the swing of fucking my mouth.    He let me know in no uncertain terms that his cock was my Master which required worship and full subservience.  He even made me gag a couple of times though he had to work hard at it.  First he pulled me up by my hair back to a kneeling position and used his grip on my hair to work my mouth over every millimetre of his cock and balls.  Then he held me so his cock teasingly dangled right in front of my mouth, close enough for me to lick the head and his piss hole.  He pulled my head towards his and explored every corner of my oral fuck cavity with his cock, using it to stretch my cheeks and finally testing the resistance at the entrance to my throat.  Finding it yielding (which is only the result of years of dedicated practice on my part), he gripped my head with both hands and slowly but forcefully pushed his cock into my throat until my forehead was against his belly and It seemed like my head was an attachment to his groin.  He looked down at me to see how well I was taking it and I return his look, giving my best impression of ‘is that all you got?’

Whatever message he thought he got from me, he suddenly pulled my head all the way off his cock, producing that familiar ‘pop’ sound and allowing me to gasp in a lung full of air, leaned forward and spat on my face and proceeded to fuck my throat slowly and deliberately with the full length of his cock shaft.  When he got bored with that, he dragged me across the room so my back was up against and wall, slapped my face a few times, spat on it then fucked it vigorously against the wall.  He was getting rougher and I was getting hornier – I was getting into the state where I devour cock like a wild beast desperate for a cum reward.  Ray backed slowly away and I followed on my knees, leaning forward and trying to get his cock back in my mouth.  He backed up to the sofa, sat down and offered me his feet though he still had his shoes on.  I licked them thoroughly, tops and soles, my mind by this stage thinking only of sucking a load of cum out of his balls.  I moved forward so I could hump my wet cunt on one of his shoes and my head lunged into his groin searching for his cock. 

Ray found the presence of mind to grab my hair and pull my head up.  He pulled back the shoe I was humping and then brought it back into my cunt with a sharp kick.  He placed his foot with the heel on the floor so the toe was pointing up and indicated he expected me to fuck it.  Of course I took up the challenge – past experience has taught me that it’s a hell of a lot easier to engulf a shoe in my cunt sideways.  I turned so I was side on and work the toe in the entrance and then basically fucked it until I could feel the laces scraping one of my cunt flaps.  This might sound easy the way I describe it but it has taken a lot of practice over several years and having my hands still cuffed behind me adds to the difficulty and the challenge.  However, there is something very satisfying about getting a shoe inside you past its widest point – the stretching gets worse and worse but then it finally gets slightly narrower and my cunt relaxes a little around this object of my utter sexual debasement. 

Ray is surprised that I have managed to get his shoe in my cunt as far as it can go, but I am not finished and the hard part is yet to come.  The widest part of Ray’s shoe is inside my lower front fuck canal but I am still sideways on.  I want to face Ray and I begin to twist and rotate myself on the shoe.  Ray has to stiffen his leg and foot to stop it twisting as I manoeuvre.  Finally I managed to turn my body to face Ray.  I know that the shoe can’t exit my cunt from this position unless I turn back side on.  It’s a bit like having a big clenched fist inside you that you know can’t come out unless the fist is relaxed.  In addition to the pressure in my cunt and the knowledge that my fuck canal is being defiled by a shoe that has been out walking the filthy streets, there is the feeling of intense vulnerability knowing that it is for now locked inside me; I am impaled and Ray could basically do anything he wanted to me.    The intensity of this feeling is worth the effort and the pain to get into this position.  I am looking up at Ray while kneeling over his outstretched leg with more than half his shoe inside my cunt, my hands still cuffed behind my back, my tits still clamped and weighted, my eyes half closed and eyeballs unfocussed with the intensity of the moment I am in.

Ray jolts me back to the real world when he discovers he can rotate his shoe up and down inside me, craping and stretching different parts of the lining of my vaginal fuck canal.  He flexes his leg and moves his shoe around and of course my whole body moves with it, attached like an appendage.  He places his other shoe against my thigh and pushes but there is no give whatsoever; in this position it simply won’t come out.  His other foot wanders up over my stomach; he spends some time kicking my tits from underneath and watching them bounce, then grinds his sole into them.  The shoe moves up and he wipes the underside all over my face.  When he positions the toe at my lips, I engulf it as deep as I can and suck it like a cock.  At first I feel grit from the sole on my tongue but before long it is clean and I swallow the street dirt and continue sucking.

“Time to dispose of my cum, you filthy nasty piece of shit.  Get your cunt off my shoe”. 

Somewhat reluctantly, I comply.  It’s easier getting off than getting on, first turning back side on and then a bit more stretching as I work myself up and off it.  Neither of us was surprised to see that the shoe was wet with my cunt juice and without even thinking I proceeded to lick it clean top and bottom.  I guess by this time, Ray was ready to blow his load, because the next thing I knew, I felt myself being dragged by my hair and flung onto the sofa on my back with my head dangling over the end.  Ray unceremoniously fucked my mouth and throat while he grabbed, pulled and slapped my tits, pummelling my face and squashing it between his thighs and the side of the sofa while his cock slid ever more easily in and out of my throat.  He came in just a few minutes and pushed his cock all the way in while he emptied his load.  When he withdrew, I eagerly licked the last traces of cum from his cock but there wasn’t much – most of it had gone directly into my gut bypassing all the parts where I could taste it and feel its stickiness.  I was disappointed at that but I didn’t let on, and enthusiastically thanked him for his cum.  I hoped there would be other opportunities to savour his cum more fully.

I knew my face probably looked a bit of a mess and I asked Ray if he would take the key from the chain on my nipple and unlock my cuffs.  When he did, I took a few moments to stretch my arms and loosen my shoulders.  I asked Ray if he wanted another beer and got one from the fridge for him.  I asked him if there was anything else he wanted but he said that I had proved myself and he would drink his beer, take a piss and be on his way.  I told him I needed to wash my face and have a drink, so I would show him to the bathroom when he finished his beer as I didn’t like to waste good piss. 

As Ray stood in front of the toilet bowl, I once again undid the front of his trousers and took his cock out.  I placed my head over the bowl directed his piss stream over my face and in my mouth, while I washed my face with my other hand and gulped down as much of his piss as I could.  It tasted strongly of the beer he has drunk, though the male scent which was slightly different for everyone was unmistakably there and I explored its unique aspects as I swilled it around my mouth and over my tongue, much as some people do with wine.  Only I never spit it out – any kind of man juice that goes in my mouth is always swallowed out of respect.

I thanked Ray again and asked when I would hear from him about arranging a session with him and his friends like he promised.  He just said “no worries, I will be in touch” and I saw him to the door.  I was hoping it would be soon, but I didn’t get my hopes up too much – i know from experience that the majority of guys don’t come through on their promise and I might never hear from him again.  Well I would remain hopeful but these days I don’t depend too much on it.  Tomorrow I would go back on a website and continue my search.

julie the Cum Disposal Unit

Part 1

Being abused and humiliated has always turned me on big time.  Not only sexually abused, but physically too.   I’ve known I was a pain slut since I was about twelve, though I constantly denied it to myself as well as others, for the usually reasons – it just wasn’t the done thing in our society for a nice young lady to desire to be abused and hurt the way I did.  I didn’t have much success with boys because very few can cope with it, at least when they are young.  Consequently most of my lovers have been at least 20 years older than me.  I turned 28 last month.  Mainly I meet guys from alternative lifestyle websites.  The last guy I was “seeing” was 54.

I have worked hard at coming to terms with my nature so I can be happier with myself.  I studied certain aspects of Buddhism for the past year to resolve the guilt I always felt about wanting things that I was not supposed to, things like abuse and humiliation.  An added bonus was that I explored the way I think about pain, and have learnt a lot about accepting and observing it rather than being afraid of it.  I think this has really allowed me to become a better pain slut and enjoy it more – which is good because pain has always turned me on like nothing else.  Even though I denied this part of my make-up when I was younger, I did nevertheless indulge the part of me that craved humiliation.  Ever since I was about 15, I found I liked being on my knees at a guy’s feet, looking up at him while I sucked his cock.  At school, all the guys knew that I was a willing cum slut for anyone who wanted to dump his load.  In later years, I discovered that I got the same perverted pleasure by licking a guy’s arse and drinking his piss.  My parents wondered why the skin on my knees always seemed to be grazed or raw.

I finished school when I was 17 and got a job fairly easily working for a small accounting company with 5 guys in the office.  I do data entry, answer the phone, keep the filing up to date, make tea and (this probably doesn’t surprise anyone) suck their cocks.  That wasn’t originally part of the position description and I got the job on my other abilities, but I guess it became obvious fairly quickly what kind of a girl I was from the way I talked and the clothes I wore to work.  Anyway, usually I end up sucking them all off on a regular basis on Thursday afternoons after we have been to the pub for lunch and had a few drinks.  It’s become like a little ritual.  Except with Robert that is – he is an officious little man, second in charge of the company and wants a blowjob most mornings.  Robert has his own office so spending some time on my knees under his desk every morning has become one of my routines.  Otherwise we don’t really socialise –all the guys seem to be happily married and I don’t need to know any more than that – though I sometimes wonder why Robert is almost always horny in the morning.

Despite what you may think, it’s not that easy to find guys who can satisfy my cravings.  The best places are alternative lifestyle chat sites; but then mostly you find single guys looking for a quick easy fuck.  I concentrate on guys whose profile says they like gangbangs and who lean to the kinky side.  I don’t get off on sessions with single guys much anymore, but usually you have to meet them one on one so they know you are genuine before they will invite their mates to join in.  Like this guy Ray I met recently.  His profile name was “slutabuser” so that got my attention.  He said he liked gangbangs and bondage but wouldn’t organise any other guys to join in until I proved I was “worthy”.  I offered him a blowjob and invited him to come around to my place that evening. 

I followed my usual routine to sort out if Ray was a good prospect or not.  I make sure I am ready at least 10 minutes before he is due to arrive.  I turn the PC on and log on the site we met on, so he can broadcast our encounter if he wants.  I shower and shave my cunt and put on just a touch of lipstick.  I slip on my heels and think about a sexy thong, but decide that naked would make a better impression.  I got a few clues about things he likes from our short chat, and I go to my bottom drawer and choose some clamps that I hope would turn him on.  I attach a clamp to each of my nipples and cunt lips.  I also get out a pair of handcuffs and hang the key on one of my nipple clamps.  I choose some medium size weights and hook a couple on each of the clamps. 

I ensure the front door is just ajar and I take up my position kneeling directly in front of it, just far enough away so that it can swing open without hitting me.  Lastly, I close the handcuffs on my wrists with my hands behind my back and wait for the knock.  This always involves some anxiety.  It wouldn’t be the first time that the guy was fake and simply didn’t turn up, and I know I can’t get the key to unlock the handcuffs by myself (though this adds to the excitement).  If that happens, my backup plan is to go to the apartment 2 doors down.  James is gay and lives by himself, but does seem to get a kick out of asking him to retrieve the key and unlock my cuffs.

This time Ray didn’t disappoint.  He knocked on the door about 10 minutes after the time we agreed.  I called out for him to come in as the door was open.  As the door swung back, I spread my knees a bit further apart, straightened my back and stuck out my tits and, well, just tried to look appealing.   I figured Ray was in his mid-forties, younger than most guys I meet in these circumstances.  He was wide-eyed and lost for words - he obviously wasn’t expecting this which causes me to lower my expectations of him a little.  He struggles for words “Hi I’m Ray…. Are you Julie?”

I try to make him at ease.  “Come in Ray.  Yeah I’m CDUjulie, your cum disposal unit for tonight.  I hope you’re not disappointed?  Do you just want a quick blowjob as we agreed or have you got time to play a bit?  As an icebreaker, I thought maybe you might like your arse licked?  Do you want a beer first?  You’ll have to help, my hands seem to be a bit constrained.”  I directed Ray to the fridge so he could help himself to a can of beer.

Ray was obviously not averse to a good arse licking, and after he opened his can, he lowered  his jeans and exposed his arse.  I moved behind him, staying on my knees, gave his crack a few long licks and focussed on getting my tongue inside his arsehole.  I’m not sure how many of you have tried tongue-fucking someone’s arsehole while your hands are cuffed behind you back, but it’s not easy.  However, I enjoy having to make an effort to please a man.  After about 10 minutes, I asked Ray if he wouldn’t mind if we shifted positions.  I had placed a low table nearby for just this purpose.  I inched on my knees to the table, turned my back on it and leaned back so my head rested on it.  “Ray would you mind helping me out by sitting with your arse on my face?  That way I can get my tongue deeper inside you so it should be more satisfying for both of us.”

Ray followed my suggestion, at first just lightly resting his arse on my face, but after I explained that it would work better if there was more pressure, he sat normally and allowed all his weight to settle into my face.  I could really work my tongue deep inside him but this position also had other advantages.  I had thought it out and I knew from previous experience that my tits would be in a perfect position for him to rest his hands on them and play with them.  I waited to find out what kind of tit play he liked.

Ray started to explore the clamps and he noticed the key hanging from a little chain on one of them.  He played with the clamps, opening and closing them and picking up the weights and letting them drop.  He grabbed a handful of tit in each hand, groping and squeezing.  A moan escaped from my lips and reverberated along my tongue into his open arsehole.  This must have encouraged him, as he started slapping them, gently at first but they got harder and harder as he heard, and felt, my moans of encouragement.  I think he liked seeing the weights bounce around as he slapped my tits first one way then another.  I thought that Ray was starting to enjoy himself and get over his initial shyness as I worked my tongue ever deeper into his anus.

After about 20 minutes, Ray had finished his beer and it seemed like he was ready to have some attention paid to his cock.  I explained it was his choice either to do all the work and fuck my mouth, or to let me show how good I was at sucking cock while he had another beer, in which case it would be better if he used the key and freed my hands.  He opted to leave me bound and fuck my face.  I was pleased as it means he is a better fit to the profile of the kind of guy I like meet.

Ray’s cock was nice and thick and good on length when he was fully erect.  If he was inexperienced, it didn’t show as he got into the swing of fucking my mouth.    He let me know in no uncertain terms that his cock was my Master which required worship and full subservience.  He even made me gag a couple of times though he had to work hard at it.  First he pulled me up by my hair back to a kneeling position and used his grip on my hair to work my mouth over every millimetre of his cock and balls.  Then he held me so his cock teasingly dangled right in front of my mouth, close enough for me to lick the head and his piss hole.  He pulled my head towards his and explored every corner of my oral fuck cavity with his cock, using it to stretch my cheeks and finally testing the resistance at the entrance to my throat.  Finding it yielding (which is only the result of years of dedicated practice on my part), he gripped my head with both hands and slowly but forcefully pushed his cock into my throat until my forehead was against his belly and It seemed like my head was an attachment to his groin.  He looked down at me to see how well I was taking it and I return his look, giving my best impression of ‘is that all you got?’

Whatever message he thought he got from me, he suddenly pulled my head all the way off his cock, producing that familiar ‘pop’ sound and allowing me to gasp in a lung full of air, leaned forward and spat on my face and proceeded to fuck my throat slowly and deliberately with the full length of his cock shaft.  When he got bored with that, he dragged me across the room so my back was up against and wall, slapped my face a few times, spat on it then fucked it vigorously against the wall.  He was getting rougher and I was getting hornier – I was getting into the state where I devour cock like a wild beast desperate for a cum reward.  Ray backed slowly away and I followed on my knees, leaning forward and trying to get his cock back in my mouth.  He backed up to the sofa, sat down and offered me his feet though he still had his shoes on.  I licked them thoroughly, tops and soles, my mind by this stage thinking only of sucking a load of cum out of his balls.  I moved forward so I could hump my wet cunt on one of his shoes and my head lunged into his groin searching for his cock. 

Ray found the presence of mind to grab my hair and pull my head up.  He pulled back the shoe I was humping and then brought it back into my cunt with a sharp kick.  He placed his foot with the heel on the floor so the toe was pointing up and indicated he expected me to fuck it.  Of course I took up the challenge – past experience has taught me that it’s a hell of a lot easier to engulf a shoe in my cunt sideways.  I turned so I was side on and work the toe in the entrance and then basically fucked it until I could feel the laces scraping one of my cunt flaps.  This might sound easy the way I describe it but it has taken a lot of practice over several years and having my hands still cuffed behind me adds to the difficulty and the challenge.  However, there is something very satisfying about getting a shoe inside you past its widest point – the stretching gets worse and worse but then it finally gets slightly narrower and my cunt relaxes a little around this object of my utter sexual debasement. 

Ray is surprised that I have managed to get his shoe in my cunt as far as it can go, but I am not finished and the hard part is yet to come.  The widest part of Ray’s shoe is inside my lower front fuck canal but I am still sideways on.  I want to face Ray and I begin to twist and rotate myself on the shoe.  Ray has to stiffen his leg and foot to stop it twisting as I manoeuvre.  Finally I managed to turn my body to face Ray.  I know that the shoe can’t exit my cunt from this position unless I turn back side on.  It’s a bit like having a big clenched fist inside you that you know can’t come out unless the fist is relaxed.  In addition to the pressure in my cunt and the knowledge that my fuck canal is being defiled by a shoe that has been out walking the filthy streets, there is the feeling of intense vulnerability knowing that it is for now locked inside me; I am impaled and Ray could basically do anything he wanted to me.    The intensity of this feeling is worth the effort and the pain to get into this position.  I am looking up at Ray while kneeling over his outstretched leg with more than half his shoe inside my cunt, my hands still cuffed behind my back, my tits still clamped and weighted, my eyes half closed and eyeballs unfocussed with the intensity of the moment I am in.

Ray jolts me back to the real world when he discovers he can rotate his shoe up and down inside me, craping and stretching different parts of the lining of my vaginal fuck canal.  He flexes his leg and moves his shoe around and of course my whole body moves with it, attached like an appendage.  He places his other shoe against my thigh and pushes but there is no give whatsoever; in this position it simply won’t come out.  His other foot wanders up over my stomach; he spends some time kicking my tits from underneath and watching them bounce, then grinds his sole into them.  The shoe moves up and he wipes the underside all over my face.  When he positions the toe at my lips, I engulf it as deep as I can and suck it like a cock.  At first I feel grit from the sole on my tongue but before long it is clean and I swallow the street dirt and continue sucking.

“Time to dispose of my cum, you filthy nasty piece of shit.  Get your cunt off my shoe”. 

Somewhat reluctantly, I comply.  It’s easier getting off than getting on, first turning back side on and then a bit more stretching as I work myself up and off it.  Neither of us was surprised to see that the shoe was wet with my cunt juice and without even thinking I proceeded to lick it clean top and bottom.  I guess by this time, Ray was ready to blow his load, because the next thing I knew, I felt myself being dragged by my hair and flung onto the sofa on my back with my head dangling over the end.  Ray unceremoniously fucked my mouth and throat while he grabbed, pulled and slapped my tits, pummelling my face and squashing it between his thighs and the side of the sofa while his cock slid ever more easily in and out of my throat.  He came in just a few minutes and pushed his cock all the way in while he emptied his load.  When he withdrew, I eagerly licked the last traces of cum from his cock but there wasn’t much – most of it had gone directly into my gut bypassing all the parts where I could taste it and feel its stickiness.  I was disappointed at that but I didn’t let on, and enthusiastically thanked him for his cum.  I hoped there would be other opportunities to savour his cum more fully.

I knew my face probably looked a bit of a mess and I asked Ray if he would take the key from the chain on my nipple and unlock my cuffs.  When he did, I took a few moments to stretch my arms and loosen my shoulders.  I asked Ray if he wanted another beer and got one from the fridge for him.  I asked him if there was anything else he wanted but he said that I had proved myself and he would drink his beer, take a piss and be on his way.  I told him I needed to wash my face and have a drink, so I would show him to the bathroom when he finished his beer as I didn’t like to waste good piss. 

As Ray stood in front of the toilet bowl, I once again undid the front of his trousers and took his cock out.  I placed my head over the bowl directed his piss stream over my face and in my mouth, while I washed my face with my other hand and gulped down as much of his piss as I could.  It tasted strongly of the beer he has drunk, though the male scent which was slightly different for everyone was unmistakably there and I explored its unique aspects as I swilled it around my mouth and over my tongue, much as some people do with wine.  Only I never spit it out – any kind of man juice that goes in my mouth is always swallowed out of respect.

I thanked Ray again and asked when I would hear from him about arranging a session with him and his friends like he promised.  He just said “no worries, I will be in touch” and I saw him to the door.  I was hoping it would be soon, but I didn’t get my hopes up too much – i know from experience that the majority of guys don’t come through on their promise and I might never hear from him again.  Well I would remain hopeful but these days I don’t depend too much on it.  Tomorrow I would go back on a website and continue my search.

Part 2:  julie the Urinal

Two weeks after my first encounter with Ray, I still hadn’t heard from him. Supposedly he had come round to see if I was the genuine article, before that we had only chatted online several times. Ray had offered me a weekend up at a remote beach on the coast where there were just a few fishermen’s shacks and no towns close by.  Because I had told him that I was turned on by being humiliated and was interested in getting more experience as a pain slut, the arrangement was that Ray was going to arrange for 5 other guys (one of whom owned a shack there) and they would see how much abuse and humiliation I could take.  This was not just going to be sexual abuse; I already have plenty of experience with that.  There was going to be real physical abuse and plenty of it, though what kind had not been discussed in detail.  When pressed, I had told him that my limits were no permanent marks and no permanent injuries.  The idea excited me a lot.  I knew that I would probably be hurt more than I ever had been before, but the idea that 6 guys could do whatever they wanted to me, with hardly any limits, really sent my slutmeter off scale, so  much so that I fingered myself to orgasm nightly just thinking about it.  I also liked the challenge of finding out just how much pain and abuse I could take, and I was determined to push my limits and try not to succumb to using a safe word to make them stop.

I’m not the kind to put pressure on guys who had made me commitments, but after two weeks I finally emailed Ray and asked him if he had found our encounter satisfactory and whether the time for the weekend had been decided.  Ray replied to say that it was difficult to find the right guys and he might have to send some round to see me to show them I was genuine and convince them that I really could take whatever kind of abuse they wanted to put me through.  He also said that several guys were interested in watersports and could I guarantee that I would be a willing urinal for any of them.  I wondered a bit whether he was really organising the weekend, or whether he just wanted to send guys around to use me, maybe even charging them.  I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and replied that of course he could send them around to check me out, and assured him I would be the best urinal any of them had ever used.

In fact, I have a long-standing fascination with male toilets which goes back a long way.  When I was quite young, I can remember being taken to the toilet by an aunt when we were having a picnic on an outing.  We passed the male door on the way and there was a strong odour coming from the door which really left an impression.  I asked my aunt what was the other door for and she told me it was just for men.  When I asked why it smelled like that she said that men did nasty things in there; she couldn’t tell me what exactly but warned me to stay away and never ask again.  Naturally later when I wasn’t being watched, I wandered in to have a look.  It seemed much the same as the ladies except for a long steel trough which fascinated me.  That seemed to be where the smell was coming from and I was on my way to have a closer look when I got caught by my father and given a real belting.  I reckon I was about 9 and from then on, there was always a taboo for me about male toilets. 

I never got the courage to look in one again until I was in my second year of high school.  Because no-one would be at home until later, I used to stay at school reading until they closed the reading room; then I wandered home.  Every day on my way out, I passed by the door of the boy’s toilet and sometimes I got a whiff of that odour that had fascinated me since that day out with my aunt.  I desperately wanted to know what nasty things happened in there that girls weren’t allowed to see.  One day I was feeling brave and went in the open door.  In those days, the school had a similar type of urinal to the one I had seen in the park – it was long with a steel trough.  I looked in the cubicles but they seemed similar to the ones we had – it must have been the urinal where the nasty things happened.  I had no idea what went on there.  I hurried out but the next day I was back.  I had lingered longer than usual to make sure there was no-one left in the school grounds, and I went straight to the object of my fascination.  I knelt down on the floor and smelt the trough – that was the source of the smell alright and it seemed to have piss in it.  I was more curious than ever about how it was used and I went in almost every day to look and smell and imagine.  I put my hand in to where there was some piss pooled on the uneven surface and brought my fingers up to my nose.  I felt something stirring inside me but I didn’t know what it was.  I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted them.  It was a queer taste but all the taboo surrounding what I was doing made it very exciting. 

I went in every afternoon after that and always put my fingers in the trough so I could taste them.  Eventually, I put my head down into the trough and licked it.  I sucked up some of the yellow liquid and swilled it in my mouth.  I liked it, though the taste was acrid, and I swallowed it.  I did this regularly from then on; it was the most exciting thing that happened in my day and I looked forward to it through my classes.  I knew it was nasty and I liked the feeling.  Every time I saw my aunt after that, I just smiled smugly at her.

One day when I had lingered longer than normal, a man came in when I was in the act of licking the trough.  I didn’t know at the time, but it was the janitor who came in every day at 5 pm to clean the toilets.  He stared at me and I stared at him.  I was frozen and didn’t know what to do.  He walked over to the other end of the urinal from where I was, took out his cock and pissed in it.  I bolted out the door and ran home.  This was a total revelation – before then I didn’t know how urinals were used and I had never had a good look at a cock.  I wanted to know more.  The next few days I watched from a safe distance and every afternoon I saw this man go in the toilets at 5 pm with mops and brushes.  I finally figured out he was cleaning them, which should have been obvious I guess.  Afterwards he went in and also cleaned the girl’s toilets. 

The next day, I went into the boy’s toilet at 4.50 and sat on the step of the urinal and waited.  The janitor came in at 5pm, looked at me and once again went to the urinal to piss.  This time I went to where he was standing and put my fingers in his stream of piss and put them into my mouth.  I had become accustomed to the taste of piss left over in the urinal but this tasted different – maybe because it was fresh.  I watched the stream of piss coming from his cock with fascination and saw him shake the drops from the end and put it away.  After he stepped away, I put my head down in the trough where he had pissed and sucked up any liquid that was left.  Up to that time, we hadn’t said a word to each other.

He had a raspy voice “You like it, don’t you?”  I just nodded.  “I wondered why the urinal seemed to be cleaner some days.  You like licking it?”  I nodded again.  “Don’t worry; people will tell you it’s bad for you but it ain’t.  But your parents won’t understand.  Let’s keep this as our little secret shall we?  And don’t worry ‘cause I won’t hurt you.  You can come and watch me any afternoon you like.”

I did.  After watching a few times, I asked if I could hold his cock while he pissed.  I liked the feel of the flow on the underside of his cock as he pissed.  I was almost angry that girls didn’t have a similar mechanism for pissing.  I didn’t really know anything much about sex then, except what young girls talked about in the playground, which was mostly wrong anyway.  Soon I progressed to doing the whole ritual – undoing his fly, taking out his cock, holding it while he pissed and putting it away again.  I was fascinated by the stream which projected out and i played in it with my free hand.  It wasn’t long before I was putting my tongue in the yellow stream and taking little mouthfuls.  Eventually I positioned my mouth directly in the stream and tried to catch it all.  That resulted in piss spraying out of my mouth and down my school uniform.  He immediately stopped pissing.

“Listen, if you want to do that, it’s alright but your parents will get suspicious if you come home with your uniform soaked with piss.  You had better take it off and put it somewhere safe.”  By now I trusted this man and quite liked him.  I did as he suggested and stripped off my uniform, bra and panties and put them on one of the clothes hooks.  I had never stripped naked in front of a grown man before and it made me incredibly excited.  The Janitor, whose name was Charlie, just watched and waited until I was ready.  I figured out that the easiest way to do this was to kneel with my feet in the trough and my knees on the urinal step.  Kevin walked up and stood in front of me, and I grabbed his cock in one hand and pointed it directly into my mouth.  When the piss started coming I swallowed as well as I could but most of it just ran out of my mouth and down my body.  Charlie asked if it would be easier if he pissed a mouthful at a time so I had time to swallow.  That became our secret little daily ritual.  I would strip off my clothes and kneel in the urinal when it was time for Charlie to arrive.  I swallowed all the piss he had and came to take pride in not spilling even a single drop.  Of course, it wasn’t long before I started licking the last drops of piss from Charlie’s cock head.  I grew ever more fascinated with Charlie’s cock and I grew fond of licking and sucking it more than I needed to for just cleaning the piss off.  Charlie didn’t seem to mind and just allowed me to do what I wanted.

It was a wonderful feeling wandering around the boy’s toilets naked in my own world, with Charlie who I looked on as a trusted accomplice.  I soon took an interest in the cubicles and discovered that, unlike the girl’s toilet, the seat were often left up and underneath the seat was stained with dried piss.  I took to licking that off as well and liked to have them clean before Charlie arrived, to make his job easier.  Because I could shower before I went home and my clothes were hung up to keep them clean, I delighted in lying stretched out in the length of the urinal so I was wet all over with piss, and then crawling and rolling over the dirty floor until I was filthy all over.  I also began to get very curious about other toilets and i wanted to see what other men’s cocks looked like and whether I would find other men who would think it was ok to drink their piss.  I talked about this sometimes with Charlie and after a while he told me that he had some broadminded friends I should meet if I was interested in that.  However, they couldn’t come to the toilets after school and I would have to come with him on an outing.

It took a while to arrange.  I asked one of my classmates to pretend that I was coming to study at her place so that my parents wouldn’t be suspicious.  I wore my school uniform and waited at a pre-arranged spot near the school for Charlie to pick me up.  When he pulled up in his car, one of the men got out of the back door to let me sit in the middle.  Charlie had 2 friends in the back who seemed about his age – mid forties I thought – and a younger one in the front who I guessed was about 20 (but still seemed old to me at that age – some of my teachers were no older).  We drove towards the ocean and took a side track into the bush until we came to a small clearing where we got out and introductions were made all round.  Like Charlie, the men seemed very nice.  One of them said that Charlie had told him that I was curious to taste other men’s piss.  I assured him that was true and I would really like to taste his if he let me.  “Show us what you like to do with Charlie first” said the younger one. 

I stripped off my clothes placing them neatly on the bonnet of the car in knelt in front of Charlie.  “Now sweetheart” said Charlie as I started to take his cock out, “don’t try to drink it all today because there will be too much for you.  Just swallow a little from everyone and let the rest run out of your mouth”.  That was good advice and I’m glad Charlie had the thoughtfulness to say that.  When Charlie had finished pissing in my mouth, I knelt in turn before each of the other men, carefully took their cocks out and pointed them into my open mouth.  I took Charlie’s advice and just swallowed a few mouthfuls from each of the men, letting the rest run down all over me.  The warm fluid running over me felt fantastic – I didn’t know it then but that was probably the first time I had ever felt sexually aroused.  I took the opportunity to have a good look at the cocks and feel them in my hands and with my tongue when I cleaned them off.  I wasn’t sure why but I was reluctant to put their cocks away.

The younger guy was the last of the four and he seemed to really enjoy.  I lingered even longer over him, as this was the last cock and I just wanted to keep on licking and sucking it.  To my amazement, it started to grow in my mouth.  This was a complete surprise.  I didn’t know what was happening but I liked seeing it get bigger and harder – it was like some magical trick.  The guy encouraged me to keep licking and sucking, but Charlie said that was enough and we had to stick by the rules we made.  I didn’t know what that meant but it was clear that it was over, though my curiosity about cocks had taken on a whole new dimension.  Charlie had brought a jerry can of water and a towel, and he poured it over me to wash off the piss.  I dried myself and dressed.

On the way back, the younger guy sat on one side in the back seat and we chatted pleasantly.  He said I had a lovely body and put his hand on my leg which I also found quite pleasant.  My school dress was quite short, especially when I was sitting down, and his hand rested just under the hem.   I happened to mention that I was amazed how his cock grew bigger and harder and he said it was like that now and would I like to feel it?  I did, and didn’t need to be asked twice.  I undid his belt and fly and slipped my hand inside to explore it.  The guy on the other side had also put his hand on my bare leg and said that his cock might do the same if I would let him touch my schoolgirl tits.  I just said “oh yeah” and started to feel for his cock through his trousers as he unbuttoned the front of my uniform.  I managed to get my hand inside and started to play with his growing cock.  My head was swimming and I was getting extremely aroused.  We stayed like that until we got back and Charlie let me out where I had waited earlier.  I wasn’t quite sure what was happening to me but it was something rather new and wonderful.  I needed to talk to Charlie about a lot of stuff in our next session in the boy’s toilet.