Part 2 Shy woman, sub with one lover

Part 2 Shy woman, sub with one lover, wants to play water sports but how???

Oh god, I can't even believe how my life has flipped since that night I was too chicken to ask him about my dirty little pee fantasy. I'm 34, still that same divorced slut who's been fucked by like few guys now counting all the randoms before and after him, but fuck, none of them matter anymore. He's the one my 29-year-old stud with that thick-girth black dick that stretches me like nothing else. We've been going steady these last six months, and baby, I feel like the luckiest horny bitch alive. He gets me, all my filthy kinks, without me saying a word. It's like he reads my slutty soul. I don't have to beg or explain; he just takes charge, dominates me like I'm his personal fucktoy, and I melt into the submissive puddle I was born to be. I love it when he's rough, commanding, owning every inch of me. No vanilla bullshit he fucks me like a beast, and I confess right here, I worship that confidence.

It started ramping up about a month into us being exclusive. We'd been screwing like animals from day one, but one shower fuck changed everything. We were in my bathroom, steam everywhere, me bent over doggystyle under the hot water, lube dripping down my thighs. His massive black cock god, it's so thick, veiny, at least 8 inches and girthy enough to make my pussy lips grip it like a vice slid right into my sopping cunt first. He pounded me slow at first, building that rhythm, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. I was moaning like a whore, pushing back, loving how he lasts forever. He doesn't pop quick like those other losers; no, he stays rockhard, thrusting deep for 20, 30 minutes straight, making me cum twice already, my juices squirting out around his shaft, splashing the shower tiles.

Then, without warning, he pulled out, smeared more lube on that monster, and pressed the fat head against my tight asshole. I hadn't even asked for anal that night hell, I didn't say shit. But earlier that week, he'd fingered my ass during a quickie, no heads-up, just shoved two fingers in while eating my pussy, and I went wild, bucking and creaming all over his hand. He noticed. He fucking knew I loved it, that dirty invasion, the stretch, the fullness. So there in the shower, he just did it rammed his thick dick balls-deep into my poop-filled shithole. No permission, no "you want this?" Just pure dominance. I gasped, my knees buckled, but oh fuck, it felt so good. The water was cascading over us, and as he started pumping, that wet cheek-flap sound echoed off the walls slap-slap-slap my ass cheeks clapping against his thighs, his girth churning my messy insides. He didn't go soft, not even a little, even with my chocolate mess coating his shaft. If anything, he got harder, growling how tight I was, how he loved my dirty hole gripping him.

I was in heaven, submissive bliss, letting him use me. My pussy was throbbing untouched, leaking down my legs. He reached around, rubbed my clit rough, and made me squirt hard. Clear girl-cum sprayed out, mixing with the shower water, and he scooped it up, smeared it on my tits while railing my ass. "That's my squirty slut," he grunted, and I came again, anal orgasm ripping through me. He finally unloaded, thick ropes of his creamy white cum flooding my gutsgod, his loads are always so huge, sticky, like warm glue painting my insides. He pulled out slow, his dick still semi-hard, glistening with lube, my squirt, and streaks of my gorgeous chocolate anal mess. He smirked, held it up like a trophy. "Look at that, baby. Your shit all over my cock. Makes me proud my dick belongs to you, covered in your filth." Teasing me like that, calling my mess "gorgeous chocolate," it made me blush and drip even more. I dropped to my knees right there, sucked him clean, tasting everything my ass, his cum, my squirt. He got fully hard again in my mouth, fucked my throat till I gagged, then bent me over for round two in my pussy.

But the real magic? He started noticing how messy I get turns him feral. My pussy juices? Squirt? Pee? Even that anal chocolate? It all makes his dick throb harder. He's like a sex angel devouring me, lapping it up, fucking through it without flinching. That's when the piss play kicked off totally his idea, on the fly, no asking. A couple weeks later, after another epic session where he'd made me squirt three times by rubbing his fat dickhead over my clit just right teasing my piss hole till I couldn't hold it and gushed hot pee mixed with squirt all over his cock and balls he flipped me onto my back in the tub. We were post-fuck, sweaty and spent, but he was still hard as steel. "Open wide, slut," he commanded, standing over me, stroking that glistening black beast. I didn't know what was coming thought he was gonna cum again but no, a hot stream of his piss erupted from that thick tip, blasting right onto my tits.

Holy fuck, the feeling! That warm, golden piss cascading over my skin, soaking my boobs, running down my belly to my trimmed black bush. The smell musky, tangy, pure man hit me like a drug, making my clit twitch. I arched up, loving every second, but didn't say a word. He saw my eyes roll back, how I bit my lip and spread my legs, rubbing it into my skin like lotion. That's when he aimed higher straight at my face, drenching my long dark hair, making it wet and piss-soaked, strands sticking to my cheeks. The warmth on my scalp, trickling down my neck, pooling in my mouth as I gasped it was ecstasy. I love that shit so much, feeling hot pee all over me, the slippery heat, that pungent aroma filling the room, marking me as his. He didn't stop; shoved his cockhead past my lips and pissed right into my mouth. I swallowed some salty, bitter, filthy perfection letting the rest spill out, soaking my chin, neck, tits. My hair was drenched, smelling like his piss for hours after, and I fucking adored it.

He realized right then I was his piss slut. No begging needed. "You love this, don't you? My hot piss all over your whore body." I just moaned yes, submissive as hell, loving his dominance. He fucked me right there in the puddle, his cock sliding easy from all the wetness piss, squirt, my juices pounding my pussy till I squirted again, mixing everything into a sloppy mess. Even better? He stayed hard through it all, not flaccid for a second. Since then, it's our thing. He pisses on me whenever the mood hits no warning, just dominates. Last weekend, he woke me up at 3am, cock in hand. "On your knees, mouth open." Pissed all over my naked body while I knelt, soaking my hair till it dripped, then made me hold some in my mouth while he fucked my face. The smell lingered on my pillow all night; I slept in it, feeling owned.

And anal? Oh baby, he's a god at it. Loves bending me doggy in the shower, lubing that thick girth, slamming into my dirty asshole even if it's not cleaned out. That cheek-flap slap-slap-slap drives me insane, his balls smacking my wet pussy while he reams me. He fingers my ass first sometimes, no ask, just probes deep, making me cream, then replaces fingers with cock. I love not having to tell him his confidence knows I crave it. He'll fuck my poop chute till his dick's coated in my chocolate mess, pull out, make me taste it, then dive back in harder. Gets him so rigid, like my filth is Viagra. And he makes me squirt every time fingers my G-spot while anal-fucking, or rubs his piss-wet cockhead over my pussy lips post-piss, teasing till I explode, peeing and squirting everywhere. He drinks it down, laps my juices like nectar, says it makes him fuck longer.

I feel so blessed, confessing this like a lovesick slut. All my life, I couldn't find a stable man who matched my whorish needs. Guys either freaked at my body count, my sub side, or couldn't handle the kink. Divorced at 30, fucked 40+ dudes in four years, chasing that high, but always alone after. Then him younger, hung like a horse, endless stamina. He fucks me for hours, multiple rounds, never goes soft. Loves hearing about my past lays while he fingers me to squirt, then mounts me superior. Writes "Cumdump" on my ass before I go out, pisses on my barely-there bikini at the pool now, watching guys stare as it turns transparent, my dark nipples and pussy outline showing, his marker peeking through.

Once, after I pissed myself from his dick-rub hot stream soaking my thighs he said, "Your pee makes my cock yours forever. Look at it, shining with your slut juice." Teasing my "gorgeous chocolate" from anal, covered in saliva from my deepthroats, squirt from my gushes, piss from our showers he owns it all, but says it belongs to me. Mutual filthy kink, no words needed. He calms my horny soul, lets me be the piss-loving, anal-craving, submissive mature slut I am. I love him for it his dominance, that thick black dick wrecking me, his thick cum filling every hole. No more lonely hookups; he's my everything. God, just typing this has me wet, craving his piss in my hair again tonight. He's the one. Fuck, I love my dirty angel.