Doing extreme things in my judgment was prosperous. Being kinky in my mind was easy. Watching porno alone. You watch soo much porn it gets to the point that your watching pissing telecasting and all sorts of extreme mental object like it was normal. I watched it all. Clicking on telecasting that were unrealistic and extreme. It excited me. I must be one of very few citizenry who watched this stuff.

Going on online schmooze room. Looking through the list of chatters for adult female. Private messaging them with a/s/l. If they answer that then you look for an opening. Easy and subtle questions to set forth with. Inserting emojis. Smiles and winking faces. If they reply with similar emojis you take it up a nick. What are you doing tonight ? Single ? What do you look like ? You look for signs in their result that they are completely ok with these questions. You want to get them onto talking about sex or anything sex related.

I started chatting with an honest-to-god fair sex. She was almost 50. I was 24. She lived about an minute away. What do you front like I asked ? She replied, browned hair, aristocratic centre, 5ft 6. A very general de***********ion but proficient enough. The chat between us was flirty. flock of innuendo.

What do you like ? I asked. She knew what I meant. She knew I meant sex. She listed things she liked and turned her on. She even included pissing to the end of the list. My eyes opened wide. Fucking sin I thought. Can this really be ? I needed to make love more. She liked the estimation of being in the exhibitor and having someone piss on her leg. Sounds ok I thought. Warm sensationalistic liquid running down her leg whilst both under the shower. We spoke about it more. Too much. It was n't enough for us to spill the beans about pissing on mortal legs. It escalated it to peeing all over our bodies and licking the cutis. We chatted online for ages and the longer it went on the more extreme we got.

She asked if I could confab on the sound. I gave my identification number and I waited nervously for the phone to mob.

The sound rang and I answered. hullo, I said nervously. A woman 's representative replied. hi, she said. Hearing her spokesperson on the phone was an spear carrier dimension and I was n't as promptly to reply or as witty as I had been on New World chat. We started talking about the things we said online. I liked her voiced part. We sort of went back to the source but it was n't long before our phone conversation was equally as kinky.

That 's it ! We have to do it. We have spoken about it so much that we must run across. The meet for set for 10pm. We met in a car commons. I arrived first and she pulled in just after. We both stepped out from our cars. We looked at each other. She looked her age but certainly not in a bad way. She seemed able bodied, not wrinkled and no real grey hair as far as I could see Nice clothes. All seemed normal. She looked like a house wife to me and that turned me on. She said to stick with her. Many things went through my mind as I followed her. All the things we had talked about. Were we actually going to go that far. How would we instigate it face to boldness. Could we overcome any brass to ask for what we spoke about. How do you ask individual you have just met if you can pee on them ?

We entered the flat. We sat on the couch facing each other. modest lecture ensued as we sat very shut and maintained eye contact. I think both of us were swell to commence this. Nerves evaporated. We kissed on the couch which was soo gracious. She was the Old lady I had been with. We kissed hard. glossa deep. I felt her breasts, body, bum and legs. I wanted her hands all over me so I made certainly she had easy access. I was excited and hard. She rubbed my fork. Clothes were slowly coming off. She had me down to my shorts. I removed her clothes piece by composition until she only had her white pants and bra on. I wanted to remove her bra. As we kissed I reached around to unclip it. She arched her back forward so I could turn over it. The bra came off revealing her knocker. Not sagging much and a petty pointy. I licked her chest. She leant back slightly and I moved upwards almost on top of her.

We had sex on the lounge. Mostly missionary. We did a few moments of doggy style. I wanted to call for her knack over the back of the couch but we never got that far. Afterwards we lay on the couch, bodies intertwined kissing and touching. She hinted she needed to goto the toilet and asked if I wanted to come. She walked towards the bathroom and I followed. We entered and faced each former standing next to the bath tub. It was a standard E. B. White tub tub surrounded by shampoo bottles, aspect apparel, liquid ecstasy etc. We stepped inside. Standing up inside the tub we kissed some more. Do you want to do this ? she asked. Yes, I replied. I was excited. This was very kinky. I could feel my dick solidifying. She pulled my right leg slightly forward. That 's where she was going to pee. She arched her back slightly pushing her rosehip forward. She made her self as tall as she could. I watched waiting for it to happen. Then she started to pee. Low force per unit area at for the first time before it got going. The landing daub moved from just above my knee up to my waist. Pee ran down my leg. She then swayed her hips left and right. The pee was going down the figurehead of my leg and down the side my leg and some was running through my pubic region. Warm piss ran down my leg which was kind of a nice feeling but the flavor was putrid. I was n't prepared for that. I knew she was Old and probably ate the Sami bad food as everyone else. She was n't some 18 year old skinny blonde gushing out an oderlous authorise liquid. I was going limp due to the olfaction as a woman who was almost 50 peed on me. She did n't seem put off by her own smell. Maybe I 'm just soft !

When it stopped she moved towards me. She straddled the leg she had just peed on. She started rubbing her ramification up and down my leg and her wet pussycat was rubbing against my thigh as she kissed me. I could recount she liked it as she held my head hard from the back and stuck her tongue right into the vertebral column of my mouth. I could finger her wet bush rubbing against me. The smell was still there. Holding my breather was impossible and I was wincing. That 's when she pressed down on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees. Was she about to pee again ? Oh no I thought. I looked up at her as she looked down on me. Her hairy cunt at eye tier. What 's coming I thought to myself. She pushed her hips forward. Then she let it out directing the flow onto my bureau. Warm golden liquid splashed off my pectus and flowed down my potbelly. I could see the yellow liquidness flowing beneath her feet towards the hoopla maw. The smell was high-risk. I felt warm splashing hit under my chin. I was open mouthed trying not breath in.

She put her mightily bridge player on top of my header and her leave behind helping hand held the underside of my mentum and she pulled my headland to take care up. She tilted her hips forward and let out the final dribbles. Pee had landed on my tongue and the taste was horrific. My tongue lashed forward out my mouth like it was trying to throw the pee away. I was gagging from the mouthful and smell. She held my headspring facing up. I could n't lean forward let the pee drivel out. I could feel it wave back along my tongue. The taste and olfaction was all I could think about. Pee was dripping down my throat which made me gag. I slumped down, I felt limp then she leaned forward and stuck her spit into my oral cavity again. The warm pee that coated my tongue was now now being pushed around and mopped up by her tongue. She then withdrew and thrust her twat against my lip and olfactory organ. She pulled the back of my head forward and rubbed her clit up and down my face between my nozzle and chin. I could smell her snatch. My heart shut tight as she rubbed feverishly up and down. I could tell she liked it. she was pushing her self hard against me. Her respiration was heavy. My face was being used to masturbate her urine soaked smelly pussy. I felt used. I stayed still. There was not much else I could do. I felt immersed in urine. The gustation in my mouth. The odor up my nose. My pours felt wax of pee. I was inside a cloud of pee that I could not see. Like a mist.

I 'm sure she got her self off which was a relief and she pulled me in for a hug. `` Looks like You need a rain shower '' she said. She turned on the water and it rained over both of us. It ran cold at showtime causing me to step back. I looked like I was in shock. She laughed a little. She soaped up her hand and began to wash me. I stood still as she washed me all over. This was making me happy which was cleared to both of us when looking down. I soaped up my hand and washed her breasts. It was all eye middleman and smiles again as we washed each other. After we washed each others trunk for way yearner than was needed we were lovely and clean and smelling wise so we grabbed some towels to dry each other off .