Doing extreme things in my mind was well-situated. Being kinky in my mind was well-fixed. Watching porn alone. You watch soo much porn it gets to the point that your watching pissing videos and all sorts of extreme content like it was normal. I watched it all. Clicking on videos that were unrealistic and extreme. It excited me. I must be one of very few people who watched this stuff.

Going on online confabulation rooms. Looking through the list of chatters for women. Private messaging them with a/s/l. If they answer that then you look for an opening. Easy and insidious questions to start with. Inserting emojis. grin and winking faces. If they reply with interchangeable emojis you take it up a notch. What are you doing tonight ? Single ? What do you wait like ? You look for signs in their reply that they are completely ok with these inquiry. You want to get them onto talking about sex or anything sex related.

I started chatting with an older woman. She was almost 50. I was 24. She lived about an 60 minutes away. What do you look like I asked ? She replied, brown hair, blue eyes, 5ft 6. A very general de***********ion but effective enough. The chat between us was flirty. Lot 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 heart opened wide. Fucking hell I thought. Can this really be ? I needed to make out Thomas More. She liked the estimate of being in the shower and having soul piss on her leg. Sounds ok I thought. Warm icteric liquid state running down her leg whilst both under the exhibitioner. We spoke about it more. Too lots. It was n't enough for us to talk about pissing on mortal branch. It escalated it to peeing all over our bodies and licking the skin. We chatted online for ages and the longer it went on the more extreme we got.

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

The phone rang and I answered. Hello, I said nervously. A cleaning lady 's phonation replied. hullo, she said. Hearing her voice on the earpiece was an duplicate proportion and I was n't as ready to reply or as witty as I had been on chat. We started talking about the affair we said online. I liked her lenient voice. We sort of went back to the beginning 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 a good deal that we must meet. The meet for set for 10pm. We met in a car park. I arrived first and she pulled in just after. We both stepped out from our elevator car. We looked at each other. She looked her age but certainly not in a bad way. She seemed able bodied, not wrinkled and no really grey hairsbreadth as far as I could see Nice clothes. All seemed normal. She looked like a household married woman to me and that turned me on. She said to be her. Many things went through my nous as I followed her. All the matter we had talked about. Were we actually going to go that far. How would we instigate it face to face. Could we get the better of any nerves to ask for what we spoke about. How do you ask mortal you have just met if you can pee on them ?

We entered the flat. We sat on the couch facing each other. humble talk ensued as we sat very close and maintained eye contact. I think both of us were keen to start this. brass evaporated. We kissed on the couch which was soo nice. She was the oldest madam I had been with. We kissed hard. Tongues deep. I felt her breasts, body, bum and legs. I wanted her hands all over me so I made sure she had easy entree. I was excited and tough. She rubbed my crotch. Clothes were slowly coming off. She had me down to my boxers. I removed her clothes piece by piece until she only had her white pants and bra on. I wanted to polish off her bra. As we kissed I reached around to unclip it. She arched her back forward so I could reach it. The bra came off revealing her chest. Not sagging a lot and a small pointy. I licked her tit. 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 import of doggy panache. I wanted to withdraw her bent grass over the binding of the couch but we never got that far. Afterwards we lay on the lounge, bodies intertwined kissing and touching. She hinted she needed to goto the bathroom and asked if I wanted to make out. She walked towards the bathroom and I followed. We entered and faced each other standing side by side to the tub tub. It was a measure white-hot bath tub surrounded by shampoo bottles, face clothes, soap 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 frizzy. I could find my cock hardening. She pulled my right leg slightly forward. That 's where she was going to pee. She arched her back slightly pushing her hip joint forward. She made her self as tall as she could. I watched waiting for it to take place. Then she started to pee. Low pressure at 1st before it got going. The landing spot moved from just above my articulatio genus up to my waist. Pee ran down my leg. She then swayed her hips left and flop. The pee was going down the front of my leg and down the side my leg and some was running through my pubes. Warm piss ran down my leg which was kind of a nice notion but the sense of smell was putrid. I was n't inclined for that. I knew she was aged and probably ate the Lapp bad food as everyone else. She was n't some 18 year old skinny blonde gushing out an oderlous clear liquidity. I was going limp due to the odor as a cleaning lady 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 tell she liked it as she held my fountainhead hard from the spine and stuck her tongue right into the rachis of my mouth. I could feel her wet bush rubbing against me. The olfactory property was still there. Holding my breath was impossible and I was wincing. That 's when she pressed down on my shoulder joint and pushed me down onto my stifle. Was she about to pee again ? Oh no I thought. I looked up at her as she looked down on me. Her hairy pussy at eye level. What 's coming I thought to myself. She pushed her hips forward. Then she let it out directing the flow onto my thorax. Warm golden liquid splashed off my bureau and flowed down my tummy. I could see the yellow liquidness flowing beneath her feet towards the plug hole. The smell was unsound. I felt warm spattering hit under my Kuki. I was open mouthed trying not breath in.

She put her right script on top of my oral sex and her left hand held the undersurface of my chin and she pulled my nous to look up. She tilted her hips forward and let out the final drool. Pee had landed on my tongue and the taste was horrid. My clapper lashed forward out my mouth like it was trying to throw the pee away. I was gagging from the taste and feeling. She held my head facing up. I could n't list forward let the pee dribble out. I could palpate it cast back along my tongue. The gustatory modality and smell was all I could intend about. Pee was dripping down my throat which made me gag. I slumped down, I felt limp then she leaned forward and stuck her knife into my mouth 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 snatch against my mouth and olfactory organ. She pulled the back of my head forward and rubbed her clit up and down my face between my nozzle and mentum. I could smack her puss. My centre shut tight as she rubbed feverishly up and down. I could state she liked it. she was pushing her self hard against me. Her breathing was enceinte. My face was being used to masturbate her urine soaked smelly pussycat. I felt used. I stayed still. There was not often else I could do. I felt immersed in weewee. The discernment in my mouth. The smell up my nose. My pours felt broad of pee. I was inside a swarm of pee that I could not see. Like a mist.

I 'm surely she got her self off which was a relief and she pulled me in for a hug. `` Looks like You need a shower '' she said. She turned on the H2O and it rained over both of us. It ran coldness at first off causing me to step back. I looked like I was in shock. She laughed a trivial. She soaped up her helping hand and began to wash off me. I stood still as she washed me all over. This was making me well-chosen which was earn to both of us when looking down. I soaped up my hired man and washed her breasts. It was all eye contact and smiling again as we washed each other. After we washed each others bodies for way farseeing than was needed we were lovely and clean and smelling invigorated so we grabbed some towels to dry each early off .