Sadistic Stripper Pt. 04

[Note: This one involves more cbt and a descent into more depraved cuckolding. It involves imbibing bodily fluids. Lots of them. If that's not your thing, best not to read this one.]

Lying on my back, handcuffed, spreadeagled and ball-gagged, all I could do was stare up at this beautiful young stripper standing at her full height on the bed, towering over my mid-section. Her hand still pressed against her pussy to keep her boyfriend's cum from leaking out.

She gave me a wicked smile and moved her hand aside. I stared at her pussy and saw a dollop of slimy semen, about the size of an almond, start to descend. One end clung to her labia as it became a thinning strand, headed toward my cock.

"The more you hate this, the more it turns me on," she said. She squatted down over my cock and I felt his semen -- the very end of that strand -- touch the tip of my cock. She waited for it to detach from her pussy, and that warm, goopy fluid worked its way down my cock toward my balls. It was disgusting. Yet I remained hard. Why? Maybe because of those beautiful blue eyes staring down at me, or the site of that neatly trimmed landing strip just above her pussy. Or maybe it was her brazenness, her lack of limits, the pleasure she got from making me suffer.

She was on her knees now, straddled my body. I noticed she had one hand under her pussy again, to trap what remained of that fluid.

With her free hand, she reached behind my head and lifted off the ball gag. A stream of saliva spilled out of my mouth. I was a drooling mess, adding to the humiliation. My lips -- which had gotten numb from being pressed against that hard rubber ball -- were tingling. I could finally speak. "Please... enough" I said, gasping.

"I disagree," she said. She tossed the ball gag aside and -- still holding her hand under her pussy -- she stood up on the bed to her full height. Something about that view -- seeing the underside of her breasts and her pretty smiling face above it -- re-excited me.

"I'm about to do something really degrading. And so hot."

She stepped forward until she was standing right over my face. It was obvious what she was planning to do, and I wanted no part of it.

"Open your mouth pervert," she said.

I shook my head and shut my mouth tight, like a petulant child.

She brought a bare foot to my face and struck me hard on my cheekbone.

"I said open your mouth."

I opened it just enough to say, "Please don't make me do this."

This delighted her. "Keep begging like that. It makes it hotter."

"No, I mean it, please don't do this."

Her face flushed with excitement. "I love that you hate this. Now open your mouth."

"No!" I shouted.

She took a step back on the bed and pressed her bare foot into my balls. "I'm going to continue shifting my weight onto this foot unit until I see your mouth open wide."

I felt her bare toes press into my balls. And just my bad luck: her big toe was making direct contact was with that one ball, the one she'd been torturing the most. It was trapped against my pelvic bone. I winced from the pain.

"You still don't get it, do you. This is how you can be intimate with me. A young, hot, fertile woman that men want to fuck. The taste of another man's sperm affirms that."

She increased the weight on that one poor testicle. The pain was close to unbearable, but my mouth remained closed.

"Tasting his semen will remind you of the pleasure he felt when he exploded in me. And the pain you felt at that exact same moment."

She shifted more of her weight.

"I'm getting tired of holding my hand under my pussy," she said. "I guess I'll have to lift my other foot up."

She began to do just that. And her toe pressed so hard against my sorest ball that it shot to the other side of my sack like a tiddlywink. "Argggghhh" I screamed.

"That was fun," she said.

I couldn't take anymore. "Okay, okay!"

I opened my mouth. Pleased, she stepped forward on the bed, with her pussy directly over my face, and removed her hand. A thick strand of sticky fluid began its descent, one end still attached to her body. I watched as it approached, and she shifted slightly to make sure it would land directly in my mouth.

Which it did. Salty, bleachy, with a hint of sweetness. Her boyfriend's semen and her own fluids mixed together.

"Swallow," she said.

I did not want to be punished again. My eyes and nose scrunched up as I swallowed.

She was breathing hard as she watched. "So hot," she gasped. "I love degrading a man with another man's jizz." I noticed her finger was moving back and forth on her clit. She was working her way into a frenzy of excitement, which loosened up another glob of semen. This time, it landed on my face, just under my nose. The bleachy smell was strong.

"Lick it up," she commanded, still masturbating.

I did as I was told: I reached my tongue out and took it in. Her fingers moved faster now, and she squatted down directly over my face. She removed her hand and lowered her pussy directly down on my mouth.

"Eat me," she commanded. I stuck out my tongue and ran it up and down her slit. She pressed down harder, her breathing quickened. For the first time that night, I sensed she was about to cum.

"Deeper" she gasped. "Tongue... fuck... my... cunt."

As I plunged my tongue deep inside her, I felt her shake and tense up and then, for just a second, she froze. Then it came: A gush of fluid. This time it was mostly her squirt. She continued to rub herself as my nose and mouth were being drenched.

Finally she removed her hand and collapsed forward, her open cunt pressed hard against my mouth, her clit pressing into my nose. Her body was mostly still. The only movement was her deep breathing. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, so I did nothing. I just lay there, soaking in her juices, smelling the remnants of her boyfriend's sperm and her vagina, feeling ridiculous.

After a full minute like this, she rose up to her knees, her sopping wet pussy still attached to my mouth.

"I have to degrade you one more way before you leave," she said. She got up off the bed, and grabbed something from the closet. Then she was back straddling my body. She lifted up my head, placed the edge of a pad underneath it, then slid the rest of the pad down under my upper back.

She stood up on the bed and spread her pussy lips wide open. "I'm going to piss all over your face," she said. "Then I'm going to squat down and piss directly in your mouth. You will wait until I'm done, and hold it there, until I tell you to swallow."

At this point, any rebelling energy I had earlier was gone. I felt powerless, and surprisingly turned on by that fact. I would do whatever this hot young woman wanted me to do. And she knew it.

"I'm feeling dehydrated," she said, "so it will probably be strong." She smiled. "And disgusting." And then she released a brief burst of piss. It landed on my chin and neck. I couldn't taste it yet, but I smelled it. Strong, ammonia-like. She smiled down at me and moved her hips forward, then released another short stream, this time making sure to get it in my eyes. It burned and I squeezed my eyes shut. I instinctively wanted to wipe my eyes, but the handcuffs prevented that. Then I felt a long stream of urine drench my whole head. It pooled on the pad and I felt it soaking my neck and upper back.

Finally I felt her fingers wiping the piss away from my eye sockets.

"Open your eyes and look at me," she said. I looked up just in time to see her lowering herself into a squat. "I want you to look into my eyes while I release my urine directly into your mouth. That will make it even more uncomfortable."

She lowered her pussy and covered my mouth with a tight seal. I looked up at her, part of her face was blocked by her breasts, but I could see those light blue eyes boring down at me.

"Remember, do not swallow until I tell you. Or you'll be sorry."

And then she released her stinky piss into my mouth. The stream was strong, and it made a hissing sound. I dared not break eye contact with her. I was trying not to swallow as it collected in the back of my throat. The taste was awful.

Finally, she stopped peeing. She lifted her pussy up off my face, and inserted a finger into my open mouth, swishing it around to confirm how much was there, that I hadn't swallowed.

She lay down next to me on the bed. "Hold it there," she said. "I'm going to release one of your hands and I want you to jerk off while your mouth is full of my piss," she said. "You'll swallow it at the moment you cum. Which will completely ruin your orgasm."

In nodded, trying not to gag while holding all of that urine in my mouth.

She uncuffed my right hand, and I reached down to my cock. It was fully erect and still wet with her boyfriend's semen and her squirt.

"Do it, now." she said. She reached her hand down to my aching slimy groin as I stroked. She alternately squeezed and rolled my balls around, shifting their position within my sack. The squeezes were hard, and It hurt.

It didn't take long. Images from this wild night spun around in my head, and I felt my orgasm approaching.

"Cum!" she demanded, and I began to shoot.

"Swallow my piss right now!" she said as I continued shooting. I swallowed the awful-tasting urine, and began chocking and coughing, completely ruining any pleasure I might have otherwise felt. Which is exactly what she seemed to want. To make sure my orgasm was even more ruined, she punched my balls hard with her fist just as the last jet spurted out of me. I yelped in pain.

"That's the only kind of orgasm you will ever have with me," she said. "It's the only kind you deserve."

She uncuffed my other hand, then my ankles. For the first time, I was aware that the sun was starting to come up. She opened her bedroom door, and stood in the door frame, naked and beautiful.

"Get out," she said.

I clambered out of the bed, remembering that my clothes were still in my car.

"I'm naked," I protested. "Someone might see me"

"I hope they do."

She headed toward the front door and I followed behind her, watching her ass sway, remembering how she had made me tongue her tight little asshole earlier that night. I glanced toward the kitchen, where her boyfriend Shaun was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal. He looked up, nodded to me briefly, as if to say, "Yeah, she's something else, isn't she." The absurdity almost made me laugh

She opened the front door and handed me my keys. I still can't believe the words that came out of my mouth next, but they did. "When can I see you again?"

She laughed. "Oh, it will be sooner than you think. You'll be surprised where."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Get the fuck out." She pushed me hard out the door and slammed it shut. My balls ached, and I knew they would ache for days. I reeked of her piss.

Fortunately, no one was outside in the neighborhood as I sprinted to my car, opened the door and got in. I grabbed some tissues from the glove compartment and dried myself off as well as I could. Then I grabbed my clothes from the back seat and put them on.

On the drive home, I kept wondering what she could possibly mean about me seeing her sooner than I thought. And being surprised at where I'd see her. As far as I knew, she didn't know my name, where I lived, where I worked, or anything else about me.

What I didn't know was that we had a connection. And she was right: When I saw her next, I would be shocked at where it was, and what she would make me do.