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NASTY GIRL
Juliet
By Miss Piss (2007)
No words could describe the feeling, stepping out into the real world as a man with my baby at my side. I admit that it was a strange, yet completely normal sensation that slivered through every core of my body. Michael and I held each other’s hand as we walked to the bar, completely high with life and excited about what was yet to come. A few heads turned. Pretty girls made their cute and sly smiles, thinking how hot it was to see a “gay” couple out in public, flaunting their sexy bad ass selves. Some men glanced, but ignored us. Michael and I sometimes couldn’t help but giggle. We were acting so ridiculous and silly. Deep down, we were horny as fuck.
“So what are you in the mood for tonight my strapping gay lover?” Michael winked.
The bar was more lively and crowded than the night before. The live jazz was vibrant and loud, making it hard for me to even hear my own voice.
“Some Guinness, lots of it,” I laughed.
“That’s my man,” he smirked.
We ordered our beer and drank it heartily. Meanwhile, I looked around, glancing at all the women in the place. The women were especially classy, sophisticated, and sassy that evening. It definitely made my dick hard. They all looked so innocent, but not as young as the girl I was after. I was disappointed that I didn’t see her. For about an hour Michael and I drank our beers and made out madly. Some females whistled. It made my dick all the more stiff; my pussy flowing with moisture. With all the pleasure and attention surrounding us, I almost gave up on the thought that the girl would appear that night until at last, she came. My lips curled deviously.
“There she is…”
She looked fucking amazing. Her hair was down and wild, giving her a fiery, bratty edge in comparison to her doe-eyed innocence. She wore a blue dress with black stockings and black heels, trying to be as classy and sassy as the rest of the women in the bar. She was trying to find a place to sit. I waited until she came closer to our table before I offered to have her sit with us.
“Fuck baby…” Michael gulped. “She looks very gorgeous tonight.”
“Yes she does…”
She headed towards us. I imagined peeking up her dress and seeing what type of panties she wore. I wanted to sniff her filthy cunt through the fabric without even touching or eating her. I already felt addicted to the odor with just the thought.
“Excuse me; are you trying to find a place to sit?”
“Yes,” she nodded at me.
Her voice was very soft and sweet.
“You can sit with us if you like.”
“Sure, thank you!”
She sounded frail and nervous. Already she was my little caged bird in my restless imagination and my wildest dreams.
“What’s your name?” Michael asked.
“Juliet.”
“What a gorgeous name!”
“Why thank you, it’s not everyday I get that kind of compliment.”
Up close, Juliet looked younger and delicate. Her skin was pale and beautiful. There was a sparkle in her hazel eye, showing something that was far deeper than what you could see, but couldn’t exactly figure out. Her presence was strong and stimulating. She smelled of warm sweat. Hell, it was the stench of hot sex.
“What are your names?”
“My name is William, and this is my partner in crime, Michael.”
“Oh,” she smirked, biting her lower lip. “You two are lovers eh?”
“Yes, we’re married actually.”
“Ah!”
“What do you think of that,” Michael chuckled.
I lightly placed my hand on his crotch. His cock squirmed in his boxers, rising up in anticipating pleasure and release.
“To be honest, I think that’s so fucking hot!”
“You must be one of those girls who get all horny and bothered over gay guys, apparently,” I winked.
“Hells yeah! Who doesn’t?” she grinned. “I’m sorry, I like don’t know you two, but I’m not afraid to confess that I love gay men dammit!”
Michael and I both chuckled. She’s quite the feisty type, I thought. Open minded, full of energy, a strong personality, a little bit of a fighter, but as fragile as life and death.
“I like you Juliet,” I smiled. “And we’ve only talked for two minutes!”
“Yeah, you guys are very cool!” she blushed.
I loved how she talked. There was no way that she could be over the age of twenty-one. She sounded too improper and not as serious as us older folk.
“Would you like for us to order you a drink?” Michael offered.
“That’s very nice of you, but I get free drinks at this bar. A friend of mine works here.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, are you of age?” I asked.
She looked at me mischievously.
“You figured me out huh?” she smirked. “Is it that obvious?”
“Well, no, not really. You look very young but you don’t let it show. You didn’t fool me though.”
“Just don’t tell anybody; please….”
“Of course we won’t! How old are you by the way? Hold up fingers if you have to.”
“Ha, not necessary.”
She whispered into my ear, “I’m sixteen.”
“Oh my, you’re still a baby.”
“No I’m not!” she hissed. “Trust me; I’m more grown than most people in here.”
“Oh really now?”
I could tell that she wasn’t comfortable to explain what she meant by her statement. She immediately changed the topic.
“How old are you two?”
“I’m 32 and my hubby here is 25.”
“Damn, you two are so fucking old!”
“Yeah, we’re ancient fuckers.”
“How does it feel being married to an older man Mike, can I call you Mike?”
“That’s fine angel,” he blushed. “Well, frankly, I love it.”
“I can definitely tell who’s the pants of this relationship. You are so fucking buff William, you obviously work out!”
“It’s almost a living for me.”
I told her my occupation.
“Ooh, so I bet that gives you the opportunity to stare at hot sweaty men huh?”
“Well, before I met Michael, of course.”
“Is that how you met your Michael? At the gym?”
“Yes actually, I was his trainer and longtime friend.”
“That’s so fucking adorable!” she awed. “You two are hot, hot, hot.”
“Yeah, yeah, you just want to watch us have gay sex.”
“I didn’t say anything…”
My cock grew so hard. I wanted her to repeat that again. I grew instantly hornier and more restless. Michael looked at me; his eyes said “I want to fuck you right now…” I grabbed him by the ear, pulled him towards me, and we made out, our tongues dancing. We showed it off to tease Juliet. I heard her tremble.
“You two must be freaks in the bedroom…” she whispered.
“And outside of it too…” I grinned when we parted from the kiss.
“I can tell…”
She sounded nervous and surprised that I heard her through the music.
“Um, I’m going to order my drinks, be right back kay…”
She got up and disappeared into the crowd.
“She definitely has the hots for us,” Michael grinned.
“I’m surprised how well we’re clicking with her. Are we dreaming?”
“No baby, before you know it you will be banging the shit out of her…”
“Soon enough, but we must reel her in completely first…”
“By seducing her with our gay ways….”
“Exactly…”
“Fuck, all this is so insane! And I’m so fucking horny baby…”
“Get up, let’s go…”
We went to the men’s bathroom. Surprisingly, it was empty. We didn’t bother to go into a stall to hide ourselves; I stood against the wall, unzipping and pulling down my pants.
“Suck on my dick bitch…it’s you that I’m going to fuck for now…”
He went down on his knees like the highly obedient puppy that he was. He pulled out my dick, which was 8 inches hard and full of blood, ready to explode inside of him. He sniffed and licked on the head, swirling his tongue against the underbelly of my cock, sliding it up and down, making the beast in me groan and quiver.
“Oh God, yes baby, that’s it…”
He wrapped his mouth around the head and pushed the rest of my cock down his throat slowly. It took him at least two years to fully get used to having an 8 inch dick down his esophagus. By now, he was the master of cock sucking and deep throating.
“Mmm fuck…” I gasped, running my fingers through his hair.
He slid two fingers up my cunt. I roared orgasmically.
“Bitch!”
He finger pounded me with a vengeance. He pushed in three fingers, then four, then with a hard and rough push, all five. I felt his fingers curl inside every core of my cunt, my insides gushing with cum, and his entire hand forming a fist into me. I bounced up and down on his fist slowly, shuddering and hissing loudly. While he added inch after inch of my cock down his throat, he fist fucked me. I bounced to the rhythm of his thrusting movements. In seconds I came down his throat; his mouth tightened around me as he gulped down every single drop.
“That’s a good boy…”
I pushed him off of me. My dick was drowned and dripping with his saliva. When he pulled his fist out of my pussy, I peed. He chuckled.
“You should be pissing in the toilet…”
“Fuck that…”I grinned, peeing all over the floor. When I stopped he panted loud and heavily, looking up at me.
“Look, my dick is still hard…”
“Y-y-es it is…I l-l-ove it…”
“Get in the stall, now!”
He quickly got up and went into the stall. I walked behind him, quickly shutting and locking the door behind me.
“Lift up that toilet seat…”
He sat on his knees and lifted it up.
“Oh my look at how filthy it is…clean it up!”
“But Master…”
I pressed his head against the aged piss stains.
“DO IT!”
He gagged, but stuck out his tongue and licked it.
“How does it taste…” I groaned as I pulled down his pants and boxers.
“Old and filthy…not as good as yours…”
“Do the janitor a favor and lick it clean…”
“Yes Master…”
I stared at him for a few minutes, watching him lick and lick and lick and hearing him gag, groan, and quiver with disgust, disbelief, and pleasure. I never made him do this before. He loves drinking my pee and even licking off the piss stains from our own toilet, but never from a public one. I could tell that deep down he fucking loved it, that maybe this was a secret fantasy of his. Quickly he sucked off the stains, making it clean. I patted his head and then spread his ass cheeks, spitting on his asshole. I pressed my head against it and pushed myself slowly inside of him. The warmth and tightness of his asshole overwhelmed me with ecstasy, more so than it has ever done before. I forced most of my dick inside his ass, smacking his cheeks rough and hard as I began to thrust and pound him. He made a loud orgasmic scream, pressing his hands against the wall.
“I didn’t tell you to stop licking!” I roared.
I sucked on my tongue hard as his asshole tightened around me, making me sore, throbbing with a fiery burn, and wanting to explode. I grabbed his hips and fucked him like a beast as he groaned and cried against the toilet seat, licking the rest of the pee stains and brownish grime. I fucked him for awhile until I noticed that he made the toilet seat entirely clean and spotless. I was very impressed.
“I bet you want to wash that filthy mouth out don’t you…”
I pulled him up by his hair and pushed him down into the toilet, his face plunged into the water. I lifted him up quickly to hear how he reacted.
“Oh my fucking God!” he squealed.
“You love that, right bitch?”
“I love anything that you do to me Dita!”
“It’s William, remember…”
I pushed him into the toilet again, forcing his entire head into the toilet water. I kept him down there for five seconds at a time, ensuring that he wasn’t going to choke or stop breathing. I wished that he had the capacity to hold his breath longer. He loved it so much and so did I. I truly was the master, Master William J. Howard, the former wife whose name was Mistress Dita J. Howard. I was no longer his wife, more than a master. It’s hard to describe all the emotions that were inside of me. All I recall is that I truly felt like a different person creeping out from my former shell, becoming more like an animal than a human being.
“What’s my name bitch?”
“William!” Michael moaned.
I fucked his ass harder and harder, making him scream.
“Say ‘Cum inside of me William!’”
“Cum inside of me William! Please!!”
I spread his ass cheeks hard and wide as I pumped my dick in and out of him.
“I’m cumming…” I groaned.
My semen poured right in his dark red anal hole. It overflowed, spilling when I continued to thrust in and out. I pulled out, groaning when I saw his anal cavity throbbing and showing me more of his insides each time I spread his cheeks further. I went down on him and sucked the cum from his gaped hole. He stood up slowly; I spread his hole wider and let my juices drip out into my mouth. I swallowed it all. I smacked his ass and stood up, panting, breathing heavily, and embracing him.
“I love you…” I whispered in his ear, licking it, making him shiver.
“You’re my god, goddess….you’re my all Dita…”
He turned around to face me, kissing me deep and passionately. I felt his knees trembling as it were pressed against my own. I loved how he said my name; almost as if he was reassuring that I’m still Dita even in my disguise as William. At the same time, I loved how he said William, sounding violently submissive to my every command no matter how disgusting or foul it could be.
“I love you baby…now, we should get back. Juliet is waiting.”
After we both got changed and washed our faces in the sink, the two men that had just stepped foot into the bathroom looked at us in fear and disbelief. They probably heard our commotion. We laughed casually, snickered, and walked out.
To our surprise, as soon as we stepped out of the men’s room, Juliet walked out from the ladies room. My eyes widened when I saw a slim and discrete pink traditional vibrator in her hand. She quickly threw it in her purse innocently.
“What a coincidence that we both came out of there at the same time,” she smiled.
“I thought you were getting your drinks missy…”
“Yes but I had to make a stop to the toilet on the way.”
She must have heard us fucking. A naughty glare was in her sexy eyes, but she was shy and didn’t want to suggest what she heard.
“Why the hell is your hair so wet Mike? Did you drown in the toilet or something?”
“Yeah I guess you could say that.”
“Funny,” she laughed. “Anyways, how about I treat you guys to free drinks.”
“Aw sweetheart, you don’t have to do that,” Michael said.
“The pleasure is all mine…I really like you guys.”
We went back upstairs to our seats and ordered our drinks. Before they even arrived, Juliet asked for our phone number. Gladly, we exchanged. From then on, Juliet was the only girl permanently stamped into my sex-obsessed mind.
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