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Liliiflora has a fantasy
xX This is my own translation from German for all my non-german speaking friends. I apologize for the bad English, I still hope you like it. xX
Let me tell you a fantasy of mine… a fantasy that makes my panties wet in seconds and which I hope to experience one day in reality.
I am invited to a club as a special guest, or rather, as a toy, for the guests to play with. It is a special evening, arranged for my pleasure and for those who like to play along with me.
I made myself particularly beautiful: lingerie, hold-up nylon stockings, High Heels and very importantly: a firm leather collar. I put a lot of effort into my make-up, too – because today it is important that I look really perfect.
The evening will follow a particular choreography ... I am the piece of attraction. There are several acts. It is up to the Mistress to guide me today.
Act 1.
I am led into the middle of a large room. There is an old, stained mattress on the floor; next to it is a post to which I am chained with the collar. I’m so horny; I have to start rubbing my already dripping sissy clit.
Heavy lights are shining on me, blinding me. Behind, in the shadows, I see the silhouettes of men ... many, many men. They are looking at me, rubbing their cocks. I am so wet and willing right now.
The men come closer. They form a circle around me. Like a good whore I’m on my knees and begin to suck their cocks in turn. There are at least two dozen men, maybe more.
They are free to use me and to fuck my slut mouth, as deep, fast, hard and passionate as they want. Soon the juice swells from the corners of my mouth, over my lips, dripping down my chin in long foaming threads, seeping into my negligee and my nylon stockings. I am passed around in turns, hands grasping my head and my natural long hair, while cocks are gliding in and out of my mouth non-stop.
The climax of the first act comes after about half an hour. At a sign from the Domme, all the men briefly step back and position themselves in a circle around me and the mattress.
“You know what’s coming now, don’t you” the Lady tells me in a firm voice, and to the men: “You will show your appreciation to our little whore as she deserves it!”
And with that she claps her hands. The first man takes a step forward and slowly leans over me. He smiles at me, grabs me with his right hand firmly under my sticky chin, turns my head in his direction, and then says: “Here’s a gift for you, pig!”
With these words he roughly spits in my face. A hot wave of lust rushes into the middle of my body while his saliva slowly runs down my cheek. Then the next man approaches.
One man after the other comes and spits in my face, in turns, again and again. I no longer know what is happening to me, spit flies into my face from all directions, splashes across my cheeks, my forehead and lips, drips from my chin and nose, swells in long, thick streams into my cleavage, soaking my laced bra.
The sheaves of saliva have been hitting my hair, back, buttocks and legs for a long time; no spot on my body seems to be left unmarked. Some men have thick and viscous saliva that keeps sticking on the spot, while the spit of others is very fluid and runny. Some collect almost a full mouthful of saliva, pouring it over me like a wave. Others - and I know that they enjoy doing this to humiliate me – draw the spit from of the depths of their throats with great pleasure and a lot of noise.
While you read this, are you shocked? Or are you like me, and just thinking of this drives you crazy? Then you should continue reading on ...
The first act ends after about a quarter of an hour, when the Domme briefly orders the men into the second row. I have to look so pretty now! Floods of saliva ooze down my body, through my bra and into my panties, in fact I am already sitting in a wet spot on the mattress, even if I cannot say whether it is the men’s saliva or the wetness dripping from my panties...
There is now a short pause during which the poor men can rehydrate themselves again. Meanwhile, I am enjoying myself; I violently rub my clit through my soaking wet panties, jerking off with the spit of more than 20 men on me...
Act 2.
The men return at a sign from the Mistress. They regroup around the mattress again, and around the nasty, filthy slut writing on it. Greedy hands reach for me, before I know what is happening I have a cock in my mouth again, one in each hand while someone pulls my panties down and has his hard cock sunk in my ass in a split second.
And then I get fucked.
I don’t know if it’s hours, my perception is entirely focused on cock, while the men take care of my holes in turn. Anyone can fuck me as often as they want. I am plunged into ecstasy, intoxicated from lust. Men come and go, squeezing their wet smelly cocks in my mouth, often in pairs. Once it even seems to me that I have two cocks in my mouth and two in my ass at the same time, getting fucked and roughed up like never before.
I am used as an object, a sex doll with holes to entertain a gang of brutal fuckers. I lose all feeling for time and space; I’m just horny, pulsating meat, over and over decorated with spit and semen. I taste my ass on wet cocks when men switch positions. Hands are all over me from all sides, grabbing, pulling, and pushing my face on cocks, slapping my face and buttocks like the greedy insatiable slut I am.
After what feels like an eternity, the Mistress issues another command. The men immediately let go of me and take a step back, but continue wanking. I have an idea what is coming for me next...
One man after the other comes in front of me, jerking violently, sticking their cocks between my lips and fucking me really hard in the mouth again. The purpose is clear; the men deserve their satisfaction, their right to orgasm with me.
With a loud groan, his pulsating cock still half in my mouth, the first man shoots his cum all over me, which hits me like a hot tide across my lips and face. Whether it was planned or coincidence that he was the first, but his cumshot just never seems to stop. Semen shoots and oozes in endless sheaves out of his cock until my whole face is covered. But that was just the beginning. One man after the other uses my mouth to satisfy his lust; some tenderly, others brutal, just fucking my mouth until semen splashes on my face.
Viscous and liquid, bright white, milky and transparent, strongly fragrant, bitter, salty and sweet - semen in every shape and taste is dripping over me in endless streams, my cheeks, my neck, my cleavage. Thick layers of sperm cover my face, form clumps between my eyes and nose, and flow down on my body, decorating my negligee, soaking my nylon stockings, running in thick streams into my panties. All men cum on me, some even twice, and oh my god am I proud to be able to give them so much pleasure.
Those men who already shot their load on me are cheering for the rest who are still lined up to finish. I am just a piece of sissy meat for target practice, soaked in spit and cum, smelling and looking like I was used really good. I am writhing in lust and desire on the filthy mattress, which is covered from puddles of male sex juice. The mistress orders me to lick up the leftovers from the floor, which of course I do with pleasure.
The men take a well-deserved break, strengthening themselves with snacks and drinks. In fact, I hear the Mistress tell the men to drink extensively...
Act 3.
The smell of cum is overwhelming, it’s like every fiber of my body has been soaked in semen. I lie in the damp, warm mass, rubbing myself. Even if I try to avoid reaching the climax, I continue to increase my lust without any end in sight.
The Lady comes back to me after a while and smiles. She says she’s going to take a little walk with me now. To do this, she releases the chain from the post to which I have been leashed all the time and leads me out of the room. Of course I move on all fours, the cum-soaked panties comfortably rubbing between my thighs...
We leave the main room; I crawl through a dim hallway, and then we turn right into a small vestibule, from which a few doors open. I recognize the sign for the men’s room...
From the carpet we now walk on white tiles, into the toilet, past the cubicles, to the urinals. Here I make an interesting discovery. There is a flat tub on the ground between two of the urinals, whose drain pipes open out over the tub. The Mistress leashes and handcuffs me to an old pipe on the wall. I can only sit and kneel in the tub, otherwise I cannot move any further.
The tub holds about twice my body size. A pleasant feeling flows through me, unbelievable lust and anticipation, for this last act, which will now follow.
After the Mistress has made sure that I am well tied up and ready to receive my present, she calls the gentlemen in. The men line up along the walls and in the room with the urinals. Some have water or beer bottles in their hands, drinking eagerly.
I am laughing ecstatically with happiness, a thick lump of sperm coming off my eyelashes and rolling directly onto my lips. “You are in good spirits, whore,” says the Mistress, standing in front of the men. She gives a small speech to introduce the next act to the men:
“This dirty piece of shit whore wants to be really wet today. Even though whores have nothing to ask or demand, I thought that such a treatment was actually the right thing for such a bitch. You already spat on her and splashed her with your cum, and she wallowed in your mess like a little pig. You all saw how much this filthy slut liked it, didn’t you?” The crowd cheers in approval. “But that’s not the end of it. For our nice little evening to be really complete, you will now fill this pathetic little hooker with piss. I want each of you to come forward, one after the other, and drown that dirty whore in your piss from top to bottom. Not only will she receive every golden shower from you with humility - she will also stay here for the rest of the evening until none of you have a drop of piss left in your bodies.”
The men are grinning and the first comes forward to the tub. He has a stiff cock, which he forces back into my mouth, thrusting violently.
I moan with lust and get so horny with anticipation that I cannot wait, so I release the pressure from my bladder. My urine swells hot and wet in my panties until it runs down my thighs, soaking my nylon stockings with golden nectar. The Mistress mocks me that I am a dirty little whore, so greedy for piss that I have to pee on myself first. But the cock is already leaking in my mouth, hot and salty, with a hint of green tea. The man doesn’t think about pulling his pissing shaft out of my mouth and so the champagne flows down my throat until I choke and piss gushes out of my mouth and nose.
And then it starts. One after the other comes to the tub to piss on me, sometimes from afar in a high arc across my body, sometimes from close proximity purposefully between my red and greedy lips, sometimes like a sprinkler, sometimes hard like a high-pressure cleaner.
Soon the men no longer keep any order but jostle around the tub, pissing down on me in groups, so much that I can’t catch it all with my mouth. Quickly I sit up to my waist in a pool of warm, golden urine.
One of the men makes fun by turning me around and forcing me to my knees from the sitting position. He is pressing my face to the bottom of the tub so that it’s completely under pee. He holds me in his firm grip, until I start to choke, swallowing a big gush of piss, coughing wildly. Laughing, the man pulls me up again, hits me on the cheek several times with the flat of his hand, spits in my face three times, and then pulls my panties down. His fingers search the way deep into my ass and soon I feel his rock hard cock enter me. The next cock is already in my mouth, fucking my lips while he is constantly pissing. I feel the hot spurts stream over my face, my cheeks, the back of my head, my back, between my buttocks, in my asshole. The men drink water and beer to rehydrate as quickly as possible, and to soak their little piss slut with even more sweet yellow champagne.
Now the Mistress joins as well, and positions herself in front of me, one foot on the edge of the tub. The men cheer for her; while she pulls her latex panties aside with one hand and grabs the back of my head with the other. She aims with incredible accuracy and shoots a hot, yellow stream of piss from her cunt straight into my mouth. Apparently, she held on for a very long time and waited for this moment. When the yellow fountain finally dries up, she laughs at me and grabs my face with her hand: “Phew, that was really necessary, how good that I have my private human toilet with me!” Then she also spits in my face several times and pushes me back in the tub, which is now pretty well filled. And the orgy continues...
I don’t know how long I’ve been in the tub, it could have been hours. I must have been drinking several liters of piss and there is not one spot on my skin or clothes that is not soaked in urine. Since the men continue to fuck me, spit on me and spray me with their cum, I am covered with a thick layer of indefinable man juice; the nectar of my desire.
When I am taken out of the tub at some point, it is again the dominant alpha man who earlier was also the first to shoot his load on my face and to fuck my ass in the tub. He pulls me out of the tub and pushes me to the ground. I am exhausted from being fucked brutally for hours, but he has no mercy on me. While I’m still on my knees, he grabs my hair hard and has his mighty cock back in my ass in no time. And with every thrust he pushes me a little further through the room until we get to one of the toilet cubicles.
I have a clue what will happen now (and push myself a little harder against his cock). The door is open and I soon kneel in front of the white toilet bowl, the lid of which is open. At the command of my fucker, a second man comes and pisses across the bowl. The toilet seat is quickly wet and speckled with yellow. “Lick it up, bitch.”
Even if I don’t have to be told this twice, I wait a bit until I feel his hand gripping hard for my neck. With brutal force he slowly pushes my face into the toilet bowl. First my cheeks, then my lips touch the cold white ceramic. “Lick it up, CUNT!” Now I obey immediately. To the rhythm of his thrusts, with which he forces his cock into my ass, my tongue moves up and down in the bowl, over the edge, under the edge...
Another man steps into the cubicle and starts pissing in my face from above without warning. My alpha fucker is grabbing my hair again and presses my face back down into the toilet. Grunting like an a****l, he is having another orgasm and shooting his cum across my mouth and into the toilet bowl. I do not need an invitation, of course, and start licking his semen out of the toilet, as passionately and carefully as possible. I’m a dirty little toilet slut and that’s exactly what I deserve...
Finale.
The rest of the evening is like a trance. I get dragged and fucked all over the building; I can’t remember some parts of it. At some point finally I am lying on the mattress again, which is now drenched with saliva, sperm and piss. The fucking has subsided; the men let me lick their sweaty, smelly asses which I do with great pleasure and diligence. Here and there a cock finds its way into my mouth, even though there is unfortunately hardly anything left to swallow anymore ... at least almost.
Because now the Mistress comes and lies down next to me, beginning to stroke my sissy clit, first tenderly, then increasingly demanding: “Gosh, you smell like a whole regiment used you as a latrine,” she says, then laughs out loud: “But that’s just what happened to you, isn’t it?” While laughing at her own joke, she rubs my clitty violently and then commands me to lie on my back. “Well, you little cum slut, now comes the reward you’ve been waiting for all evening. Come on, I want to see you shoot your own load into your face.”
Her words come to me like through hot, fragrant mist, I am bursting with desire, my blood is boiling from throbbing, pulsating lust... and then, finally, my own cum shoots out in warm thick sheaves, spurt after spurt, across my mouth and between my lips, filling me with infinite satisfaction until I collapse on the mattress and sink into deep, damp, dirty dreams…
… of even more cocks and cum and spit and piss and limitless humiliation.
xX Liliiflora April 2018 /May 2020 Xx
xX This is my own translation from German for all my non-german speaking friends. I apologize for the bad English, I still hope you like it. xX
Let me tell you a fantasy of mine… a fantasy that makes my panties wet in seconds and which I hope to experience one day in reality.
I am invited to a club as a special guest, or rather, as a toy, for the guests to play with. It is a special evening, arranged for my pleasure and for those who like to play along with me.
I made myself particularly beautiful: lingerie, hold-up nylon stockings, High Heels and very importantly: a firm leather collar. I put a lot of effort into my make-up, too – because today it is important that I look really perfect.
The evening will follow a particular choreography ... I am the piece of attraction. There are several acts. It is up to the Mistress to guide me today.
Act 1.
I am led into the middle of a large room. There is an old, stained mattress on the floor; next to it is a post to which I am chained with the collar. I’m so horny; I have to start rubbing my already dripping sissy clit.
Heavy lights are shining on me, blinding me. Behind, in the shadows, I see the silhouettes of men ... many, many men. They are looking at me, rubbing their cocks. I am so wet and willing right now.
The men come closer. They form a circle around me. Like a good whore I’m on my knees and begin to suck their cocks in turn. There are at least two dozen men, maybe more.
They are free to use me and to fuck my slut mouth, as deep, fast, hard and passionate as they want. Soon the juice swells from the corners of my mouth, over my lips, dripping down my chin in long foaming threads, seeping into my negligee and my nylon stockings. I am passed around in turns, hands grasping my head and my natural long hair, while cocks are gliding in and out of my mouth non-stop.
The climax of the first act comes after about half an hour. At a sign from the Domme, all the men briefly step back and position themselves in a circle around me and the mattress.
“You know what’s coming now, don’t you” the Lady tells me in a firm voice, and to the men: “You will show your appreciation to our little whore as she deserves it!”
And with that she claps her hands. The first man takes a step forward and slowly leans over me. He smiles at me, grabs me with his right hand firmly under my sticky chin, turns my head in his direction, and then says: “Here’s a gift for you, pig!”
With these words he roughly spits in my face. A hot wave of lust rushes into the middle of my body while his saliva slowly runs down my cheek. Then the next man approaches.
One man after the other comes and spits in my face, in turns, again and again. I no longer know what is happening to me, spit flies into my face from all directions, splashes across my cheeks, my forehead and lips, drips from my chin and nose, swells in long, thick streams into my cleavage, soaking my laced bra.
The sheaves of saliva have been hitting my hair, back, buttocks and legs for a long time; no spot on my body seems to be left unmarked. Some men have thick and viscous saliva that keeps sticking on the spot, while the spit of others is very fluid and runny. Some collect almost a full mouthful of saliva, pouring it over me like a wave. Others - and I know that they enjoy doing this to humiliate me – draw the spit from of the depths of their throats with great pleasure and a lot of noise.
While you read this, are you shocked? Or are you like me, and just thinking of this drives you crazy? Then you should continue reading on ...
The first act ends after about a quarter of an hour, when the Domme briefly orders the men into the second row. I have to look so pretty now! Floods of saliva ooze down my body, through my bra and into my panties, in fact I am already sitting in a wet spot on the mattress, even if I cannot say whether it is the men’s saliva or the wetness dripping from my panties...
There is now a short pause during which the poor men can rehydrate themselves again. Meanwhile, I am enjoying myself; I violently rub my clit through my soaking wet panties, jerking off with the spit of more than 20 men on me...
Act 2.
The men return at a sign from the Mistress. They regroup around the mattress again, and around the nasty, filthy slut writing on it. Greedy hands reach for me, before I know what is happening I have a cock in my mouth again, one in each hand while someone pulls my panties down and has his hard cock sunk in my ass in a split second.
And then I get fucked.
I don’t know if it’s hours, my perception is entirely focused on cock, while the men take care of my holes in turn. Anyone can fuck me as often as they want. I am plunged into ecstasy, intoxicated from lust. Men come and go, squeezing their wet smelly cocks in my mouth, often in pairs. Once it even seems to me that I have two cocks in my mouth and two in my ass at the same time, getting fucked and roughed up like never before.
I am used as an object, a sex doll with holes to entertain a gang of brutal fuckers. I lose all feeling for time and space; I’m just horny, pulsating meat, over and over decorated with spit and semen. I taste my ass on wet cocks when men switch positions. Hands are all over me from all sides, grabbing, pulling, and pushing my face on cocks, slapping my face and buttocks like the greedy insatiable slut I am.
After what feels like an eternity, the Mistress issues another command. The men immediately let go of me and take a step back, but continue wanking. I have an idea what is coming for me next...
One man after the other comes in front of me, jerking violently, sticking their cocks between my lips and fucking me really hard in the mouth again. The purpose is clear; the men deserve their satisfaction, their right to orgasm with me.
With a loud groan, his pulsating cock still half in my mouth, the first man shoots his cum all over me, which hits me like a hot tide across my lips and face. Whether it was planned or coincidence that he was the first, but his cumshot just never seems to stop. Semen shoots and oozes in endless sheaves out of his cock until my whole face is covered. But that was just the beginning. One man after the other uses my mouth to satisfy his lust; some tenderly, others brutal, just fucking my mouth until semen splashes on my face.
Viscous and liquid, bright white, milky and transparent, strongly fragrant, bitter, salty and sweet - semen in every shape and taste is dripping over me in endless streams, my cheeks, my neck, my cleavage. Thick layers of sperm cover my face, form clumps between my eyes and nose, and flow down on my body, decorating my negligee, soaking my nylon stockings, running in thick streams into my panties. All men cum on me, some even twice, and oh my god am I proud to be able to give them so much pleasure.
Those men who already shot their load on me are cheering for the rest who are still lined up to finish. I am just a piece of sissy meat for target practice, soaked in spit and cum, smelling and looking like I was used really good. I am writhing in lust and desire on the filthy mattress, which is covered from puddles of male sex juice. The mistress orders me to lick up the leftovers from the floor, which of course I do with pleasure.
The men take a well-deserved break, strengthening themselves with snacks and drinks. In fact, I hear the Mistress tell the men to drink extensively...
Act 3.
The smell of cum is overwhelming, it’s like every fiber of my body has been soaked in semen. I lie in the damp, warm mass, rubbing myself. Even if I try to avoid reaching the climax, I continue to increase my lust without any end in sight.
The Lady comes back to me after a while and smiles. She says she’s going to take a little walk with me now. To do this, she releases the chain from the post to which I have been leashed all the time and leads me out of the room. Of course I move on all fours, the cum-soaked panties comfortably rubbing between my thighs...
We leave the main room; I crawl through a dim hallway, and then we turn right into a small vestibule, from which a few doors open. I recognize the sign for the men’s room...
From the carpet we now walk on white tiles, into the toilet, past the cubicles, to the urinals. Here I make an interesting discovery. There is a flat tub on the ground between two of the urinals, whose drain pipes open out over the tub. The Mistress leashes and handcuffs me to an old pipe on the wall. I can only sit and kneel in the tub, otherwise I cannot move any further.
The tub holds about twice my body size. A pleasant feeling flows through me, unbelievable lust and anticipation, for this last act, which will now follow.
After the Mistress has made sure that I am well tied up and ready to receive my present, she calls the gentlemen in. The men line up along the walls and in the room with the urinals. Some have water or beer bottles in their hands, drinking eagerly.
I am laughing ecstatically with happiness, a thick lump of sperm coming off my eyelashes and rolling directly onto my lips. “You are in good spirits, whore,” says the Mistress, standing in front of the men. She gives a small speech to introduce the next act to the men:
“This dirty piece of shit whore wants to be really wet today. Even though whores have nothing to ask or demand, I thought that such a treatment was actually the right thing for such a bitch. You already spat on her and splashed her with your cum, and she wallowed in your mess like a little pig. You all saw how much this filthy slut liked it, didn’t you?” The crowd cheers in approval. “But that’s not the end of it. For our nice little evening to be really complete, you will now fill this pathetic little hooker with piss. I want each of you to come forward, one after the other, and drown that dirty whore in your piss from top to bottom. Not only will she receive every golden shower from you with humility - she will also stay here for the rest of the evening until none of you have a drop of piss left in your bodies.”
The men are grinning and the first comes forward to the tub. He has a stiff cock, which he forces back into my mouth, thrusting violently.
I moan with lust and get so horny with anticipation that I cannot wait, so I release the pressure from my bladder. My urine swells hot and wet in my panties until it runs down my thighs, soaking my nylon stockings with golden nectar. The Mistress mocks me that I am a dirty little whore, so greedy for piss that I have to pee on myself first. But the cock is already leaking in my mouth, hot and salty, with a hint of green tea. The man doesn’t think about pulling his pissing shaft out of my mouth and so the champagne flows down my throat until I choke and piss gushes out of my mouth and nose.
And then it starts. One after the other comes to the tub to piss on me, sometimes from afar in a high arc across my body, sometimes from close proximity purposefully between my red and greedy lips, sometimes like a sprinkler, sometimes hard like a high-pressure cleaner.
Soon the men no longer keep any order but jostle around the tub, pissing down on me in groups, so much that I can’t catch it all with my mouth. Quickly I sit up to my waist in a pool of warm, golden urine.
One of the men makes fun by turning me around and forcing me to my knees from the sitting position. He is pressing my face to the bottom of the tub so that it’s completely under pee. He holds me in his firm grip, until I start to choke, swallowing a big gush of piss, coughing wildly. Laughing, the man pulls me up again, hits me on the cheek several times with the flat of his hand, spits in my face three times, and then pulls my panties down. His fingers search the way deep into my ass and soon I feel his rock hard cock enter me. The next cock is already in my mouth, fucking my lips while he is constantly pissing. I feel the hot spurts stream over my face, my cheeks, the back of my head, my back, between my buttocks, in my asshole. The men drink water and beer to rehydrate as quickly as possible, and to soak their little piss slut with even more sweet yellow champagne.
Now the Mistress joins as well, and positions herself in front of me, one foot on the edge of the tub. The men cheer for her; while she pulls her latex panties aside with one hand and grabs the back of my head with the other. She aims with incredible accuracy and shoots a hot, yellow stream of piss from her cunt straight into my mouth. Apparently, she held on for a very long time and waited for this moment. When the yellow fountain finally dries up, she laughs at me and grabs my face with her hand: “Phew, that was really necessary, how good that I have my private human toilet with me!” Then she also spits in my face several times and pushes me back in the tub, which is now pretty well filled. And the orgy continues...
I don’t know how long I’ve been in the tub, it could have been hours. I must have been drinking several liters of piss and there is not one spot on my skin or clothes that is not soaked in urine. Since the men continue to fuck me, spit on me and spray me with their cum, I am covered with a thick layer of indefinable man juice; the nectar of my desire.
When I am taken out of the tub at some point, it is again the dominant alpha man who earlier was also the first to shoot his load on my face and to fuck my ass in the tub. He pulls me out of the tub and pushes me to the ground. I am exhausted from being fucked brutally for hours, but he has no mercy on me. While I’m still on my knees, he grabs my hair hard and has his mighty cock back in my ass in no time. And with every thrust he pushes me a little further through the room until we get to one of the toilet cubicles.
I have a clue what will happen now (and push myself a little harder against his cock). The door is open and I soon kneel in front of the white toilet bowl, the lid of which is open. At the command of my fucker, a second man comes and pisses across the bowl. The toilet seat is quickly wet and speckled with yellow. “Lick it up, bitch.”
Even if I don’t have to be told this twice, I wait a bit until I feel his hand gripping hard for my neck. With brutal force he slowly pushes my face into the toilet bowl. First my cheeks, then my lips touch the cold white ceramic. “Lick it up, CUNT!” Now I obey immediately. To the rhythm of his thrusts, with which he forces his cock into my ass, my tongue moves up and down in the bowl, over the edge, under the edge...
Another man steps into the cubicle and starts pissing in my face from above without warning. My alpha fucker is grabbing my hair again and presses my face back down into the toilet. Grunting like an a****l, he is having another orgasm and shooting his cum across my mouth and into the toilet bowl. I do not need an invitation, of course, and start licking his semen out of the toilet, as passionately and carefully as possible. I’m a dirty little toilet slut and that’s exactly what I deserve...
Finale.
The rest of the evening is like a trance. I get dragged and fucked all over the building; I can’t remember some parts of it. At some point finally I am lying on the mattress again, which is now drenched with saliva, sperm and piss. The fucking has subsided; the men let me lick their sweaty, smelly asses which I do with great pleasure and diligence. Here and there a cock finds its way into my mouth, even though there is unfortunately hardly anything left to swallow anymore ... at least almost.
Because now the Mistress comes and lies down next to me, beginning to stroke my sissy clit, first tenderly, then increasingly demanding: “Gosh, you smell like a whole regiment used you as a latrine,” she says, then laughs out loud: “But that’s just what happened to you, isn’t it?” While laughing at her own joke, she rubs my clitty violently and then commands me to lie on my back. “Well, you little cum slut, now comes the reward you’ve been waiting for all evening. Come on, I want to see you shoot your own load into your face.”
Her words come to me like through hot, fragrant mist, I am bursting with desire, my blood is boiling from throbbing, pulsating lust... and then, finally, my own cum shoots out in warm thick sheaves, spurt after spurt, across my mouth and between my lips, filling me with infinite satisfaction until I collapse on the mattress and sink into deep, damp, dirty dreams…
… of even more cocks and cum and spit and piss and limitless humiliation.
xX Liliiflora April 2018 /May 2020 Xx
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