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

Going on online confabulation room. Looking through the leaning of yakety-yak for women. Private messaging them with a/s/l. If they answer that then you look for an scuttle. Easy and subtle questions to start with. Inserting emojis. grin and winking faces. If they reply with exchangeable emojis you take it up a notch. What are you doing tonight ? 1 ? What do you look like ? You look for signaling in their answers 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 woman. She was almost 50. I was 24. She lived about an minute away. What do you wait like I asked ? She replied, browned hair, blue eyes, 5ft 6. A very general de***********ion but good enough. The confabulation 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 things she liked and turned her on. She even included pissing to the end of the list. My eyes opened wide. Fucking inferno I thought. Can this really be ? I needed to recognize more. She liked the musical theme of being in the shower and having someone piss on her leg. Sounds ok I thought. Warm yellow liquid state running down her leg whilst both under the shower. We spoke about it more. Too much. It was n't enough for us to tattle about pissing on individual branch. It escalated it to peeing all over our dead body 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 claver on the phone. I gave my number and I waited nervously for the phone to ring.

The phone rang and I answered. how-do-you-do, I said nervously. A cleaning lady 's vox replied. how-do-you-do, she said. Hearing her articulation on the phone was an spare property and I was n't as flying to reply or as witty as I had been on Old World chat. We started talking about the things we said online. I liked her soft 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 much that we must get together. 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 gondola. We looked at each other. She looked her age but certainly not in a bad way. She seemed capable bodied, not wrinkled and no real grey hair as far as I could see courteous dress. All seemed pattern. She looked like a house wife to me and that turned me on. She said to keep up her. Many things went through my mind as I followed her. All the affair we had talked about. Were we actually going to go that far. How would we instigate it aspect to fount. 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 lining each former. Small talk ensued as we sat very fill up and maintained eye contact. I think both of us were keen to set about this. Nerves evaporated. We kissed on the sofa which was soo nice. She was the Old gentlewoman I had been with. We kissed hard. spit deep. I felt her titty, body, bum and legs. I wanted her hands all over me so I made sure she had easy admittance. I was excited and hard. She rubbed my crotch. dress were slowly coming off. She had me down to my boxers. I removed her clothes piece by piece until she only had her Andrew D. 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 reach it. The bra came off revealing her tit. Not sagging a lot and a little pointy. I licked her breasts. 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 take her bent over the back of the put but we never got that far. Afterwards we lay on the sofa, torso intertwined kissing and touching. She hinted she needed to goto the bathroom and asked if I wanted to get. She walked towards the bathroom and I followed. We entered and faced each early standing adjacent to the bath tub. It was a standard bloodless bath tub surrounded by shampoo bottleful, 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 kinky. I could palpate my tool hardening. She pulled my right leg slightly forward. That 's where she was going to pee. She arched her back slightly pushing her coxa forward. She made her self as tall as she could. I watched waiting for it to happen. Then she started to pee. Low pressure at first before it got going. The landing bit moved from just above my genu up to my shank. Pee ran down my leg. She then swayed her articulatio coxae left and correct. The pee was going down the strawman of my leg and down the side my leg and some was running through my pubic region. Warm pissing ran down my leg which was kind of a nice feeling but the sense of smell was putrid. I was n't disposed for that. I knew she was former and probably ate the Saami bad food 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 feel as a woman who was almost 50 peed on me. She did n't appear put off by her own smelling. Maybe I 'm just mild !

When it stopped she moved towards me. She straddled the leg she had just peed on. She started rubbing her legs up and down my leg and her wet pussy was rubbing against my thigh as she kissed me. I could tell she liked it as she held my head hard from the back and stuck her natural language rightfulness into the backrest of my rima oris. I could feel her wet bush rubbing against me. The smell was still there. Holding my breathing spell was inconceivable 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 level. What 's coming I thought to myself. She pushed her hips forward. Then she let it out directing the rate of flow onto my chest. Warm golden liquid splashed off my pectus and flowed down my tummy. I could see the scandalmongering liquid flowing beneath her metrical foot towards the plug hole. The olfaction was high-risk. I felt warm up splashes hit under my chin. I was open mouthed trying not breath in.

She put her mighty hand on top of my nous and her left hand held the underside of my Chin and she pulled my foreland to reckon up. She tilted her hips forward and let out the concluding drip. Pee had landed on my clapper and the taste sensation was horrid. My tongue lashed forward out my oral cavity like it was trying to throw the pee away. I was gagging from the taste and smell. She held my head facing up. I could n't lean forward let the pee dribble out. I could palpate it swan back along my natural language. The taste and spirit 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 tongue into my mouthpiece again. The lovesome pee that coated my tongue was now now being pushed around and mopped up by her tongue. She then withdrew and thrust her pussy against my mouth and nose. She pulled the cover of my heading forward and rubbed her clit up and down my face between my olfactory organ and chin. I could smell her twat. My centre shut tight as she rubbed feverishly up and down. I could tell apart she liked it. she was pushing her self hard against me. Her ventilation was heavily. My face was being used to wank her weewee soaked smelly pussy. I felt used. I stayed still. There was not much else I could do. I felt immersed in water. The taste in my sassing. The smell up my nose. My pours felt full of pee. I was inside a cloud 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 piddle and it rained over both of us. It ran frigidness at foremost causing me to mistreat back. I looked like I was in shock. She laughed a trivial. She soaped up her manus 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 hired hand and washed her breast. It was all eye touch and smiling again as we washed each early. After we washed each others bodies for way thirster than was needed we were lovely and fairly and smelling fresh so we grabbed some towels to dry each other off .