Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2015 05:52:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pervert Phil Part 63

Pervert Phil (part 63)

This story traces the life of Phil, now deceased.  His life was filled with
perversion, which he enjoyed tremendously and freely shared with me.  This
series contains content that some will find offensive, so you may wish to
skip some parts.  Phil took many risks, and was fortunate to survive his
many encounters.  I hope you enjoy the story, but caution you not to follow
his example!

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After a time he moved on and began to feel my ass, slipping my panties down
and inserting his fingers into my asshole.  He did that with both hands,
first extracting one and then inserting the other into me.  I couldn't help
but notice that his fingers were covered in my shit.  I asked him if he'd
like me to lick them clean he said "no, this is for me" and sucked his
fingers clean of my crap.

He got down on his knees and, even though I had not become erect, began
rubbing my cock all over his face and even in his hair.  He asked me to
please urinate on him which I agreed to do but then my bladder refused to
cooperate so he remained dry and un-pissed-on.  In spite of my flaccid
cock, I was quite turned on and I asked him if I could please suck his dick
– he said "no".  I then begged him to fuck me and promised to lick his
cock clean after to which he again said "no".  Finally, after refusing to
fuck me, he shot cum all over my face and carpet.  I couldn't help myself;
I got on my knees and began licking up his cum.  He thanked me while I was
sucking his cum out of the carpet and left.

He called again a couple days later and wanted to play; I told him it would
be alright if I could suck his dick this time.  He agreed when I told him
it wouldn't cost any more than the first time.  The one thing he did that
was slightly different was that he stuck his entire hand into my asshole
and then licked it clean after his little mining expedition.  Knowing what
he had done the first time, I made sure that there would be plenty of shit
in me to keep him happy.

The next time he calls I intend to insist upon both sucking his dick and
having him soak me down in his piss.  I may be a cheap whore but at least I
know what I like.

What is most disturbing about all of this is that I am actually enjoying
it.  It is certainly a far cry from my usual role as the submissive faggot;
I am performing sexually in the role of the sadistic partner and I am
enjoying it.  The third meeting with Mr. Feel Up, the latest so far,
illustrates my point.

He called earlier this evening and asked if he could come over.  When I
agreed he asked if I would be willing to simply tie him into position and
squat over his face to relieve myself.  Since I suspected that he would ask
me to do that I agreed and he arrived at 7 pm.  As usual, I met him at the
door naked except for my usual panties and cockring; I did not put on the
collar and leash, leaving those two items laying on the floor next to my
feet.  He entered my apartment and bent and retrieved the collar and
immediately put it around his own neck, attached the leash and handed it to
me.

I took the leash and led him into the living room.  He asked if I would
take special care to tie him up as harshly as possible and I agreed.  Once
he had removed all of his clothes, I told him to lie down in front of the
patio window facing downward.  I still wanted to expose both of us in the
event that my next-door neighbor happened to be walking her dogs.

I placed him in handcuffs first and then began methodically wrapping his
arms with rope, forcing them together as tightly as possible.  His elbows
were nearly touching and he was beginning to cry in pain.  Having been tied
in exactly the same position many times, I knew what he was enduring and it
was causing me to have an erection.  I couldn't help but notice that he was
fully erect as well.  The sight of a fully engorged cock is rather
beautiful to someone like me and I could resist playing with it and licking
it a bit.

Next, I used my leg irons to fasten his ankles together and then tied the
chain to a wrapping of rope around his balls so that any attempt by him to
straighten out his legs would be excruciatingly painful.  I stepped back to
admire my handiwork before rolling him over onto his back which forced him
to stretch his balls downward.  He was crying but not protesting anything.
After a moment spent satisfying myself that he was in some rather intense
pain, I stood over him and placed my feet either side of his head and knelt
down to rest my knees on his chest.  Once I was in position I slipped my
panties down which exposed my asshole.  He immediately began to tongue my
ass which allowed me to settle on his face with my asshole directly over
his mouth.

I have to admit that I had avoided going to the bathroom for several hours
knowing that he was coming over; it didn't take very long for me to begin
to take a rather satisfying dump.  The fact that I was shitting directly
into a man's mouth was enough to make me extremely hard.  Not nearly as
hard as he was; that much was obvious.  My shitting into his mouth made him
have an orgasm and his cum shot onto his stomach.  I couldn't resist
leaning over and licking it up.  The taste of his cum made me want to cum
too so I raised up and stood; he was blissfully chewing a mouthful of turd
which I found exciting to watch.  I knelt down next to his head and told
him to just keep the turd in his mouth and I would give him some sauce for
it.  I then masturbated and when I had my orgasm I shot the cum into his
mouth alongside my turd.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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