Road trip anyone? No one wanted to go so I hopped into my lil car and went on the way. I was thinking maybe the beach – there seems to be an assortment of men just dying to get a piece of me out there. I should have known better to drive that far with this shitty car… I got half way there when this bitch overheated and turned off. I decided fuck it; I’ll just hitch a ride for the rest of the way. I didn’t have to walk for long, I mean… look at me! Ha, who wouldn’t stop for me? This guy stopped and asked where I was going, I let him know it didn’t really matter but the beach would be nice. He said he didn’t live far from the beach and he would take me. I hoped in the passenger seat, grateful for this guy coming to my rescue. It wasn’t long before I really had to pee. I squeezed my legs together and asked him if we could stop. He said no, we’re almost there… but I really had to pee. I insisted he stop but he snapped back that I could hold it. But I really fucking couldn’t so… I just let it go. I pissed myself right there in the seat of his truck. As he realized what I was doing he opened his mouth to yell at me but I interrupted him – “I told you I couldn’t hold it. Now do you believe me?” He was sooo pissed and we had just arrived to his home. I looked at him and told him I would make it up to him… he glared at me. “I promise toilet play is more fun than you think…” I knew I had him when I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. “Ahh, looks like someone already has thought about this before…”
Category: Pissing phone sex
Dirty Dumpster Slut
I just had to fucking piss so bad. The line at the bar was three miles long and I knew my bladder couldn’t hold a six pack’s worth of beer. I had to get somewhere quick. The fire exit was propped open to let in some cool air. This overcrowded dive smelled like dirty balls and cheap aftershave.
I lingered in the back alley looking for a private spot. It was creepy and dark and I saw a rat scurry by. My piss had already made a wet spot on my panties. Soon I’d be forced to throw them away.
Fuck it. I didn’t care if anyone saw me. I went to the far corner of the dumpster and squatted. I moaned audibly as the piss hit the pavement and splattered on my ankles. It felt so damn good that I didn’t see the pair of feet on the other side.
The urine was still bubbling from my pussy fountain when he walked into view. He was a tall shadow in a dark place, but I couldn’t stop the runaway bladder flow that was making a river running towards him. As he watched me, I saw that he held his cock and it was huge. “Don’t stop.” he whispered. “Pissing turns me on.”
Knowing that he was so horny whetted my own perverted appetite and I got into my role. “Why doncha come over here and fuck me while I pee, then.” I saw his white teeth smiling and I knew he was interested. I stood up, clenching my urine flow off, and bent over the foul, smelly dumpster. He grabbed both of my hands and placed them on top of the trash receptacle as he probed with his cock for my piss hole. He hit home with the second stroke and began a furious fuck-beat on my cunt.
“Give it to me, dumpster whore. Piss on me.” he hissed. I let loose with my urethra, gushing hot bladder-cum all over his shaft. He was bathed in the yellow juice that he craved. We both went crazy, pounding, coming, and pissing. I felt his own bladder fill me to the hilt, washing out the cum that he had dumped there, while my own piss baptized his fuck-meat.
As I walked away, I felt a gush of cummy-piss ooze down my inner thigh. Time for some more beer. Gotta keep the piss flowing when you party like I do!!
‘Til next pee-pee break,
Your dumpster whore, Aurora.
Eat Shit and Die!!!
Some men get so turned on by a dirty bathroom whore. It has never bothered me to squat and take a piss in front of people. So, it really wasn’t that hard when a successful businessman told me that he was turned on by a woman taking a shit.
I followed him to his motel. Luckily, I had some great Mexican food earlier in the day and my bowels were groaning and I had some foul gas. He could barely wait for me to strip. I bent over, spreading my ass cheeks and let him get a good sniff of my ripe asshole. He got so fucking turned on that he began to lap it like a horny pooch. “Lick my dirty ass.” I groaned.
He asked me if I had to shit yet. I told him that my asshole was ready and he almost creamed himself. I told him to follow me to the toilet so that we could begin. He sat down on the toilet and had me sit on his lap so he could rub his cock against my puckered rim. I had to shit so bad. “Grrrrr, I feel it coming.” I moaned and pushed. “Almost there.” as I felt the head of the massive turd begin to protrude from my shithole. He began to rub his rigid rod against my hole as the steaming mass protruded from my gaping fuckhole. I felt it leave my body and land on his cock. He was moaning now and jerking his cock off with the feces lube
. I dropped to my knees to watch him play in my stinking load. He reached out and grabbed me by the hair just as he was ready to come, forcing the shitty rod right between my lips. He pumped hard, forcing cock and shit into the back of my throat. I gagged on the foul odor as he pumped his shitty load deep.
My pussy is dripping wet thinking about next time. He plans to shove my turd right back up into my ass with his cock and fuck my feces. No amount of Listerine will remove the taste of turd-pie from my mouth but it was so worth it.
Nothing but a bar slut…
Once again I was hanging out at Moe’s Place, a trashy dive frequented by bikers. Most of them were in just to wash down the road dust with a cold one and weren’t looking for female companionship. I was tipsy and feeling the need for some fat cock in my throat. I smiled at the dudes and one in particular caught my attention. I was never shy about letting men know what I wanted. I unbuttoned another button on my shirt.
“Hey, sweetheart, won’t ya come give me some attention. I wanna bite those big titties.” He was built like a mountain with a graying beard and a weathered face. I sauntered over to him, giving him my sexiest smile. I put my hand on his leg and purred. “You up for a little fun, sugar?” He grinned, showing a gold tooth. I just knew he’d have a tree trunk for a cock and pussy was hungry. I beckoned him to follow me to the room in back used for cheating and whoring.
He kissed me deeply, stinking of cheap beer and cigarettes. Mr. Mountain was hornier than a goat, reaching for pussy and tits at the same time. I grabbed feverishly at his fly, eager to free the monster cock I was craving. “What the fuck?” I sputtered as I touched a tiny nub. His mini pecker was stabbing at my hand and I yanked it away. I burst into cruel laughter. “OMG, it’s a baby cock.” I looked even closer and found that he was wearing pink satin panties. “I’m telling. Oh yes!!” I giggled hysterically.
His face went purple with rage and his neck veins bulged. “I’ll kill you, bitch.” I ducked as he threw a punch. My screams brought the rest of the bikers. Seeing me naked, they all pulled out their fucksticks and headed for me. “Make fun of one of us and you pay the price.” Someone knocked me to my knees and another jumped on me. I felt the cock ram between my lips, choking me until no air was left. They all lined up to face-rape me with cocks that smelled of road sweat and body odor. In a bukkake frenzy, I felt the cum rain down on me. Mr. Mountain opened his fly and pissed all over me with his micro-cock as they all laughed. With a final shake, he left the room.
I stayed on that floor for a while until they all left. I was caked in dried cum and my pissy, wet shirt clung to my tits. I needed a beer to wash the cum from my mouth. I shook my head and wondered why I let men treat me like this. Then I remembered that I’m nothing but a white trash, small town whore. Tomorrow was another day in this life of hell and I loved it!!!