Doing extreme things in my mind was leisurely. Being kinky in my head was well-heeled. Watching porn alone. You watch soo much porn it gets to the degree that your watching pissing videos and all variety of extreme message 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 citizenry who watched this stuff.

Going on online chat room. Looking through the inclination of chatters for women. Private messaging them with a/s/l. If they answer that then you look for an possible action. Easy and subtle dubiousness to start with. Inserting emojis. Smiles and winking faces. If they reply with standardised emojis you take it up a pass. What are you doing tonight ? Single ? What do you calculate like ? You look for signs in their solvent that they are completely ok with these enquiry. You want to get them onto talking about sex or anything sex related.

I started chatting with an older cleaning lady. She was almost 50. I was 24. She lived about an hour away. What do you look like I asked ? She replied, Robert Brown whisker, aristocratic eye, 5ft 6. A very general de***********ion but unspoilt enough. The New World chat between us was flirty. lots of innuendo.

What do you like ? I asked. She knew what I meant. She knew I meant sex. She listed thing she liked and turned her on. She even included pissing to the end of the list. My eyes opened wide. Fucking nether region I thought. Can this really be ? I needed to know more. She liked the approximation of being in the shower and having soul piss on her leg. Sounds ok I thought. Warm yellowness liquid running down her leg whilst both under the shower. We spoke about it more. Too practically. It was n't enough for us to talk about pissing on someone leg. It escalated it to peeing all over our dead body and licking the skin. We chatted online for historic period and the longer it went on the more utmost we got.

She asked if I could chit-chat on the speech sound. I gave my number and I waited nervously for the sound to ring.

The phone rang and I answered. Hello, I said nervously. A woman 's spokesperson replied. hello, she said. Hearing her voice on the phone was an extra dimension and I was n't as straightaway to answer or as witty as I had been on chat. We started talking about the things we said online. I liked her flaccid vocalization. We sort of went back to the offset 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 fulfill. The meet for set for 10pm. We met in a car Mungo Park. 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's-breadth as far as I could see Nice clothes. All seemed pattern. She looked like a sign married woman to me and that turned me on. She said to follow her. Many things went through my judgement as I followed her. All the things we had talked about. Were we actually going to go that far. How would we incite it face to aspect. Could we overcome any nerves to ask for what we spoke about. How do you ask someone you have just met if you can pee on them ?

We entered the flat. We sat on the couch cladding each other. modest talking ensued as we sat very close and maintained eye tangency. I think both of us were keen to pop this. nerves evaporated. We kissed on the couch which was soo gracious. She was the oldest lady I had been with. We kissed hard. knife deep. I felt her chest, trunk, bum and legs. I wanted her hands all over me so I made sure she had easy access. I was excited and hard. She rubbed my crotch. clothes were slowly coming off. She had me down to my boxershorts. I removed her clothes piece by bit 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 pass it. The bra came off revealing her breasts. Not sagging much and a minuscule 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 moments of doggy style. I wanted to call for her set over the back of the cast 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 do. She walked towards the bathroom and I followed. We entered and faced each other standing next to the bath tub. It was a standard lily-white bath tub surrounded by shampoo bottleful, expression clothes, Georgia home boy etc. We stepped inside. Standing up inside the tub we kissed some more. Do you desire to do this ? she asked. Yes, I replied. I was excited. This was very perverted. I could feel my stopcock hardening. She pulled my right leg slightly forward. That 's where she was going to pee. She arched her back slightly pushing her pelvic girdle forward. She made her ego as tall as she could. I watched waiting for it to happen. Then she started to pee. Low pressure at starting time 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 pelvis left and right. The pee was going down the battlefront of my leg and down the side my leg and some was running through my os pubis. Warm piss ran down my leg which was kind of a squeamish feeling but the smell was putrid. I was n't organise for that. I knew she was sometime and probably ate the like bad food for thought as everyone else. She was n't some 18 year old skinny blond gushing out an oderlous clear liquid. I was going limp due to the smell as a cleaning 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 branch up and down my leg and her wet twat was rubbing against my thigh as she kissed me. I could tell she liked it as she held my head hard from the spinal column and stuck her tongue right into the back of my mouth. I could experience her wet bush rubbing against me. The olfactory perception was still there. Holding my breather was out of the question and I was wincing. That 's when she pressed down on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my articulatio genus. 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 floor. What 's coming I thought to myself. She pushed her hips forward. Then she let it out directing the flow onto my chest. Warm favorable liquid splashed off my chest and flowed down my tummy. I could see the yellowness liquidity flowing beneath her feet towards the plug yap. The smell was worse. I felt tender dab hit under my chin. I was out-of-doors mouthed trying not breath in.

She put her right paw on top of my nous and her will hand held the underside of my chin and she pulled my promontory to look up. She tilted her hips forward and let out the concluding dribbles. Pee had landed on my tongue and the predilection was horrid. My knife lashed forward out my mouthpiece like it was trying to throw the pee away. I was gagging from the taste and olfaction. She held my head facing up. I could n't lean forward let the pee dribble out. I could find it roll back along my tongue. The taste and smell 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 mouth again. The warm pee that coated my knife was now now being pushed around and mopped up by her spit. She then withdrew and thrust her cunt against my sassing and nose. She pulled the back of my head forward and rubbed her clitoris up and down my case between my nozzle and chin. I could smell her pussy. My eyes shut tight as she rubbed feverishly up and down. I could severalize she liked it. she was pushing her self hard against me. Her breathing was grave. My font was being used to she-bop her urine soaked smelly puss. I felt used. I stayed still. There was not lots else I could do. I felt immersed in weewee. The taste in my mouth. The smelling up my olfactory organ. My pours felt broad of pee. I was inside a swarm of pee that I could not see. Like a mist.

I 'm indisputable 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 piss and it rained over both of us. It ran common cold at foremost causing me to mistreat back. I looked like I was in shock. She laughed a trivial. She soaped up her hands and began to wash me. I stood still as she washed me all over. This was making me happy which was clear to both of us when looking down. I soaped up my hands and washed her chest. It was all eye tangency and smiles again as we washed each other. After we washed each others bodies for way longsighted than was needed we were lovely and clean and smelling fresh so we grabbed some towels to dry each other off .