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Streams of PleasureHe doesn’t say when he’s going to do it.Instead, he lubes up and fucks me again. Continuing the theme of life going on as if I’m not being intimately penetrated, I smoke and get higher. Mutant John truly is a master with the stuff, because at no point do I feel overwhelmed by it. I ask if I can check my makeup in the mirror over the sink, and he gently moves me sideways as he continues to shaft me.I love to watch myself get fucked. Maybe it’s my visual imagination, maybe it’s narcissism, or maybe I can’t quite believe I’m doing the things I always dreamed of doing, and need proof of me actually doing them. Either way, the sight of my bob swinging either side of my slightly bloodshot eyes with the spectacular backdrop of a naked Mutant John as he pounds me takes my breath away so completely I forget the joint and it goes out.I lay the stub on the sink, pull out the back-up lippy from my pocket and redo my mouth. I take my time, very conscious of the rush of drugs around my body, of the way my pussy is being used, and the slow, tickly slide of the oh-so-phallic lipstick as it moves across my pouting lips. I rub them together, take a hit of Blue Boys, and pull a comb from my inside pocket.My black bob is, perhaps unsurprisingly, ruffled both from my sweaty exertions and from the attentions of Mutant John, who loves to stroke it. On a good day, particularly if that good day includes a pricey but regular visit to Dylan Rey’s hair salon in Tunbridge Wells High Street, the bob will retain its sleekly magical beauty.Today, however, is not one of those days. The cheeky corner to the left Ankara bayan escort of my mouth has kinked in the wrong direction, and the fringe, which must be dauntingly straight and perfect at all times, has gone a bit wonky. I comb the fringe as straight as it’s going to get under the circumstances, and I am just starting work on the corner when I feel an odd trickle, deep inside.The ice bullet has long since melted, its slow dissolution easily absorbed, but the memory of its chill presence in my intimacy makes the new wet heat more intense in its vigorous contrast.Mutant John’s grip on my hips tightens as he pulls me onto him.“I’m filling you right up, Kelly Random,” he whispers.His gaze is fixed on my wide eyes in the mirror. I register my open mouth, my hands on my bobbed hair, and the comb suspended mid-stroke.Mutant John is still hard, although not quite as hard as he was. His erection will slow the flood of piss into me, which means he might get it all in rather than filling me so fast he pops out like cork.And I want it. I want it all.It’s like a douche or an enema: that strange feeling of a place being entered where things usually come out. Being fucked by a hard cock is different – that’s a solid presence I accommodate and get used to until it triggers an orgasm deep inside. Being piss-fucked is nothing like that. It’s more subtle, a hot quiet rush that grows like a liquid extension. It brings a lovely sense of pressure, of being inflated.“Oh Kelly,” Mutant John says.His face is open with astonished wonder. I want to turn around and kiss him, hold Escort bayan Ankara him, and thank him for this new intimate appreciation of me – but I also don’t want to break the connection. Things are happening deep inside me, the completion of a wet circuit that is connecting out of sight, on the very perimeters of sensitivity. I feel heavier down below, as if I have been entrusted with a precious weight of great and mysterious portent.Mutant John has stopped thrusting, but the hot rush continues – damn, it’s hot! Full blood heat with no air contact to cool it. I’m warm already, and now I’m being heated inside as well. I make a token attempt to finish my hair, then put the comb back in my pocket. I think about another hit of poppers, or smoking more of that joint, even though it is clearly finished.But I do not move. I want nothing other than for Mutant John to continue piss-fucking me. Distantly, I wonder how much I can take, and if I will swell up like a filled condom. I doubt I’ll burst, the lower intestine is some ridiculous length after all. Mutant John is a big man though, and proportional in every other way. Will his piss fill me so completely I will taste it bubbling up in the back of my throat?I hope so.As much as the fucking, I do not want this to stop.But Mutant John’s face takes on a mournful aspect, and the lower stretchy feeling stops. He strokes my hips and nods.“You’re full now, Kelly.”I swallow, nervous suddenly. What will happen now?Very slowly, Mutant John eases out. I clench around him, expecting a sudden hot rush down the back of my legs. Bayan escort Ankara No such thing happens, and I stand there, stunned and slightly frozen, unsure what is happening to me, or what has happened. Scared to move in case I burst, or a gallon of organic fluid erupts over the nice clean tiled floor, I find I am out of breath, as if I have been holding it, although I don’t think I have.Mutant John gently pulls my skirt down.“Keep it all in,” he says.Wary of upsetting the strange fluid balance inside me, I slowly turn to face him, feeling a strange and wonderful feeling of shock. I swallow, nervous, as if I’m balancing on a high wall, and then I nod to show my compliance. Conscious of a growing pressure, I keep my rose nice and tight.“Walk across the hall and back,” Mutant John says.“What if I can’t hold it in?”Mutant John smiles with excitement at the prospect of me failing.“I will make you lick it up,” he says.Even though I don’t fancy that, I feel Big Clit twitch at the thought of being made to do it. I like to drink piss, but I’m certain that’s not all that will explode out of me. So perhaps it’s the thought of his hand around the back of my neck, forcing my face into the big puddle I’ve made…Excitement makes me almost lose it, so I nod again and walk smartly out of the bathroom.The hall is bigger than it needs to be, almost the same size as the lounge. What is it for? There is little natural light, and the doors to two bedrooms, the kitchen and the living room could have been closer together to make those rooms larger. Mutant John has managed it well enough, with as many cupboards as he can fit, but the doors prevent too much storage.Something gurgles inside me, and I step across the hall. It has wood floorboards, sealed and polished although not recently. This décor means any puddle will spread fast and get down between the cracks. I will never be able to suck it all up, and what will happen then?
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