Eat the crap (story)

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Description: This is my first post. It's a story I wrote a little while back. It's part fantasy and part true. I've done these things; just not quite how they went down here. Sorry for any grammatical errors; I'm not the best proofer. I'm planning writing a few more stories I've got in my head. Let me know what you guys think?
Part 1
I was always aware that there was a darker side to my sexuality. One that laid dormant for many years before finding its feet in the form of the internet.
I was hung up on the idea of worshipping a woman. Being her personal sex slave. An instrument for her amusement. I took inspiration from porn videos and stories I saw and read over the years.
It was a fantasy. And something that I thought would remain a fantasy. I had never never really met a dominant girl before. I did have a girlfriend, aged sixteen who had aggressively toyed with my anus. More out of spite than anything.
Even then, I had fed her the idea. I was curious. And I was always the instigator.
I wanted to go harder. I just didn’t want to be the one who pushed for it. It would be more meaningful that way. More absorbing.
I was in my final year of university and out with a new group of people. I’d had a few sexual experiences at university, but nothing to write home about. As my educational journey came to an end, I seemed to get more sexually active.
Better late than never. The sex was pretty ordinary in the run up to more debauched practices. I had bedded two girls in the preceding week. The first was called Lucy. The sex had been quite hesitant and uninspiring. She was quite a small girl at about 5,0, with small features but a cute look.
The best thing about our sex was that my penis looked so big sliding in and out of her. Her flexibility helped. I put on a condom and mounted her in the missionary position. Supporting my body weight on my arms I dipped down to kiss the sides of her neck, playfully biting her as I slowly pulled side to side. Then I pushed the head of my cock against her slight, brightly pink opening. As I pushed forward I felt resistance, before I felt it give way and her warmth envelop me. Her eyes fluttered, as though a combination of lust and pain had hit her simultaneously.
I looked down to watch the deed. I purposefully slowed my movements down, sawing in to her slowly but with purpose. She yelped followed by a low voiced moan. I looked down to see that her secretions were slowly coating my condom covered shaft. White and creamy. It seemed to stick to the ridges in the rubber and stay there. Evidence of her arousal and substantiation of the job I was trying to do.
She was tight. I felt her walls cling to my member, slowly trying to entice my cum. Milking me.
I came pretty quickly. It was a happy moment. I looked up expecting to see a smile on her but she wore a grim look.
I remember her crying after sex because of a daddy issue. A serious turn off.
Our burgeoning relationship ended the next day. Just to be sure, I made a cardinal sin of sleeping with her best friend the following week.
The sex with her was a lot more enjoyable. Charlene had a reputation. Apparently she had a few three-ways with members from the hockey team. I wondered whether she’d been double penetrated. I’d always wanted to meet a girl who that had happened to. She seemed quite wild and I was excited about the possibilities.
In the end, our sex was more normal than anything else. There was only one real oddity. She had a huge thatch of pubic hair. Black, thick and powerful looking. I was taken back. I had never seen so much pubic hair; especially on a young and sexually active female. She had grown it on purpose. It nearly went up to her belly button.
The amount of pubic hair accentuated her natural smells. She smelt musky, but not in an off-putting manor. I swiped my tongue across her wet flesh. She shuddered before placing her hands on the back my head as if holding me in place. She submitted to my oral machinations as she squirmed before she began to buck and moan so the house could hear her. I didn’t mind. I felt like it was gratification of my sexual prowess.
After bringing her off we cuddled and chatted. I never pressed her on kinkier sexual acts. The moment just never seemed to approach it’s self. I’d asked to 69 but she rejected the idea. I caught a glimpse of her bottom and noticed that the pubic hair thickly surrounded her asshole. LIke a builders bum, I thought.
It was wrong that the idea of it placed over my nose as I probed her with my tongue excited me.
And so with only a few weeks of university to go, I was introduced to a girl named Sarah, a girl who just gave the impression she was filthy. She had freckles and a cheeky bossy demeanor.
She seemed to be in charge of every situation and when she addressed me, there were subtle innuendoes to her speech.
She talked about sex constantly. One her friends made a remark that she just liked to abuse guys sexually then chuck them.
She laughed at the suggestion with a wry smile. I was hooked. In a few weeks I would be leaving the city. This was my chance to push the boat out without fear of reprisal. I wanted to be used and chucked. To become a tool. Degraded.
It didn’t take long to sell myself to her and for her to reveal just how sordid she was. I wrote to her online and she replied back without much delay.
I steered the conversation purposefully. I wanted her to reveal some cards. I gave her some ammunition, telling her about the girl who’d used a strapon, to fuck my ass with.
“How fun, I have two,” she said.
My pulse quickened and I swallowed hard as I read her message on the screen. I thought about her using me. I hadn’t enjoyed it the previous time, but still I craved to try it again.
“What else do you do,” she said. I told her my idea of worshipping a woman.
“You have a foot fetish then, she said.”
I smiled. “No, but I don’t mind licking your feet.” The idea sounded dirty to me and played in well with the whole worship scenario. ‘If I’m going to do this, I may as well push the boat out,’ I thought.
I had nothing to lose.
“I want you to degrade me,” I wrote to her. I regretted it as soon as I’d sent it. She’d probably block me from the messenger. I’d come on too strong.
Instead, after an horrific minute of waiting for her reply, I saw a message flash up on my screen. I held my breath as I opened it up to look at it.
You nasty boy. You asked for it, lol.
The ‘lol’ at the end helped soften it a little. A friend of mine had already told me that she’d done watersports before. And not the kind that involved ski’s. I hadn’t questioned her on it but it was something I would try.
I wandered whether I would be swallowing her pee. Then logged off and played with myself to the thought of undressing her body and making her the object of my devotion. I wondered if her freckles went right down to her pussy?
I couldn’t wait to find out.
Part 2
We were going out with a group of other people the following weekend. I was nervous in the build up to the day. I remember butterflies in my stomach.
My plan had been to get her to instigate all of the sexual acts we would partake in, but I hadn’t been able to help myself and had slipped in the week.
I decided to tell her that I had heard she’d tried watersports before.
“No, I haven’t. I’ve just pissed on a few guys before.”
The admission that it was a few startled me. This girl was excessive.
She said it so casually.
Obviously trying meant receiving in her book. That told me a lot about her. She was pure dom. She enjoyed guys being at her mercy.
“You want me to do that to you.”
My pulse rose. “Maybe,” I said.
She asked me if I liked pain.
I told her I didn’t. She seemed disappointed.
“So flogging is off the table then.”
I laughed.
“I’ll have to find another way to punish you then.”
I nearly came as I read her words. Or the one word in particular. Punish.
I didn’t know what I had done wrong, but I wanted to be punished. And finally, I felt like I’d met someone who was potentially as extreme as me. I didn’t know where I aligned my limits. I had a feeling this girl would push them.
“I hope this isn’t a slippery slope”, I thought.
I knew no matter how horny I was, I would end up going through with it. My desperation showed. And in my head, I built her up and prepared for whatever vile deeds she had instore for me.
I told myself I wouldn’t say no to anything that she suggested. That I was going to worship her. And I would be grateful, no matter what.
Part 3
We met up in a group that Friday but the sexual tension was obvious to see. She teased me a few times, telling me I would soon be beneath her.
I wasn’t sure if she meant it literally or whether it was a metaphorical statement.
We both made excuses to leave and left to go back to her house. Her house was empty, as her flatmates had moved out a week or so before. That excited me. It seemed like the perfect crime.
Her room was pink and inviting. It had a flowery smell and a warm feel to it. It didn’t feel like the kind of place for debauchery.
I was to be proved very wrong.
Her tone suddenly shifted. She pulled her face up to mine and kissed me passionately. As I broke away to end the kiss, she clamped down on my lip and bit me.
I winced and pulled a shocked face. I tasted metal in my mouth and realised I was bleeding.
“Don’t look so shocked,” she said lovingly.
It calmed me a little. We started to undress each other. Slowly and purposefully.
I dipped down to her navel and got my first whiff on her arousal. My head began to spin.
I pushed my nose against her flesh and pulled my face down to her panty line. As I pulled them off, I looked to the crotch of her panties. There were white streaks coating the material.
She had a sparse strip of dirty blonde public hair. The top of her slit was quite puffy looking. I began to salivate.
I kissed her all over, starting at her feet and then edging up her legs headed towards her crotch. She opened her legs a little wider and the smell emanating grew stronger.
She stopped when I got to her pussy and made me stand up.
As I did so, she violently yanked down my pants.
My cock was already semi hard.
it looked impressive, standing in the light, in the absence of pubic hair which I had trimmed with clippers the day before.
She smiled when she saw it, which made it additionally jump.
She pushed me back violently on her bed, then brought her index and middle fingers to my mouth and made me suck them.
She pushed them in and out violently a few times whilst telling me to spit on them.
Her fingers tasted salty.
After a few minutes she pulled them out of my mouth, told me to raise my legs and stuck them into my ass. She didn’t mess about doing it, she just plunged them both straight in. I felt her nail catch me slightly and then the sore but enjoyable feeling of her fingers stretching me. That’s nice, she said.
She then dipped down to my cock, which was now fully erect and began to suck on the head. She paid particular attention to the crown, swabbing her tongue across the sensitive portion of it.
I moaned and felt very submissive.
After a while of doing that, I whispered to her that I wanted to taste her.
She pulled her fingers out and shoved them into my mouth. I sucked them hungrily. There was no real taste but I loved how sordid it felt.
She twirled around and opened her legs to me. She pussy was rather puffy and swollen. It was a red colour, particularly around the lips which were well formed and engorged.
Her hole glistened and gaped as I stretched her apart with my fingers.
I pushed my nose to her pussy and inhaled deeply. Her scent was intoxicating.
I pushed my tongue out and pushed it inside her. I felt juices coat it as I withdrew. I spent the next few minutes pushing my tongue in and out. Her juices were stringy and I seemed to be pulling it out of her body and I slowly tongued her.
She abruptly interrupted me.
“Gotta pee”, she said.
“You want it.”
I looked up and nodded.
“Where,” she quizzed
I felt glad that I was a little intoxicated.
I didn’t reply, I just opened my mouth.
Good she said.
She led me away to the bathroom, my heart bouncing around as we got closer to the destination.
She kissed me before we started.
“How bad do you want me, she asked?”
“So badly, I whispered

“Good”, she said.
She pushed me into the bathtub and leant me back.
I remember the cold of the bath. It didn’t occupy my mind for long. Her pussy came inline with my face. I breathed deep. I licked out her her hole.
After a few seconds of licking I felt something warm running off my chin. I opened my mouth wide and felt her piss flood my mouth. It was a torrent. It tasted gritty and bitter. I took a big gulp and felt completely used as it went down.
After a while her stream subsided.
“Did you actually drink it”, she asked.
I nodded meekly. She laughed.
She loved the power over me.
“I need to shit, she said.”
You better leave the bathroom, unless you want that too.”
I didn’t even feel like I was in my body anymore. It was a mixture of being consumed by lust and being shocked to the point of silence.
I just stayed lying there and said nothing. She pulled a face, pushed me against the bath and turned around onto me.
Her asshole rested over my face. I’d rimmed plenty of girls before. I’d even licked girls who were a little dirty back there, but had never really contemplated doing this.
I nearly asked her to stop. I was about to my mouth remained muted.
I reasoned with myself. It’s an experience. Something to tick off the list.
Just enjoy it.
I pushed my tongue into her bum hole and felt it stretch. After a few moments of tonguing her, I felt her expand and I tasted something bitter and earthy.
She grunted. “God this is so perverted.”
I pulled her cheeks wide and opened my mouth. I felt it be filled. Much quicker than I expected. It was hot.
My first reaction was that it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
It was seconds but it felt like ages. Then she encouraged me.
“Bite down.”
I did and the taste invaded my senses and made me gag. She pushed her ass back onto my face aggressively and began to laugh.
I think the laughter was borne out of a combination of uncomfortableness and shock at what we were doing. I held it in my mouth before she pulled off and it fell out.
She got up and looked at my cock. It looked bigger than ever.
She laughed. “Clean up,” she said. You smell.
“I’ll make you cum when your done. Make sure my bathroom is completely clean!”
I felt completely degraded.
She later told me she enjoyed it and wanted to do it again, but we never got the opportunity. She moved to the north of the country and moved in a new relationship.
I was slightly glad and saddened in equal portion.
‘Thank god my friends don’t know’, I thought.