A few weeks ago, I gained a new roleplay client whose fetishes include scat, watersports, farting and vomiting: essentially, anything that involves material entering and exiting the body in any form. My client has understandably had trouble finding anyone willing to engage in these fetishes in roleplay. (I imagine that he's had trouble in real life as well, but I haven't asked; I refrain from asking too many personal questions.)
I've done a lot of roleplay, and I've done a lot that many people would find objectionable or offensive. But I hadn't done this. Lord Ristretto asked me to think about accepting this client, not just say yes because of the money. My personal and business philosophy has been to accept this type of sexual fetish as not offensive. I can grow accustomed to anything. This has simply been out of my realm of experience. So I accepted him.
It has been difficult for two reasons: I have no experience in it. I have done research on literotica and found this type of play less interesting than I imagined (you don't want to know what I imagined). Two, it isn't arousing to me. With any other fetish, I've discovered some element that taps into my own sexual desires. This doesn't. So I fear that I've been inauthentic in my roleplaying, though I haven't heard any complaints as of yet.
I'll let you decide:
"Where's your bathroom?" I ask. You tell me and I take you by the hand and have you come with me. The bathroom is a nice size, pleanty of room for two people. I hike up my dress to my thighs and pull off my panties, leaving them on the floor. I sit on the toilet, my legs very far apart. My dress is nearly around my waist. I reach for your hand and you let me take it. I push it between my legs, part way into the bowl, and let the pee stream out of me. It feels hot and the rush of having release after waiting for so long is intense. But most of all, knowing you're watching me, that I'm filling your hand increases my pleasure. I cry out and laugh and my legs shake. It felt utterly perfect.
I put my face in your stream of piss as I would put my face under a showerhead. I loved it, loved how dirty I felt, how dirty my dress was getting. I pulled it off and threw it in the corner of the bathroom. I lean forward and let the tip of your cock brush my lips, and your stream went into my mouth. I got a large mouthful and swallowed the warm, salty liquid. When you finished, I slide your cock deep in my mouth and suck it slow and hard. I grab your ass and squeeze. I kneed your ass cheeks and start working my fingers closer to your asshole.
I pull your cock out of my mouth and gasp for air. I felt like I was in a frenzy, a devouring animal. I turn you around, finish removing your jeans, and bend you over. Still sitting on the toilet, I lick your right ass cheek and then the left. I carefully pull them apart and take a deep wiff of you. The rawness of it, the secretness and wrongness of it was delicious. I force your cheeks further apart and work my tongue inside.
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I've been extraordinarily open minded about sex ever since my first year in college, when I learned women could have orgasms. (I was a late bloomer in high school.) Nothing shocks me. All of it interests me. I can never get enough of it.
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