NASTY GIRL

The Introduction

                                       By Miss Piss (2007)

       Listen. You’re going to think that I’m a ridiculous cunt for saying this, but I’ve always, for the most part, been a good girl. I’m not implying that I hadn’t lost my virginity at the tender age of sixteen like many people, neither am I saying that I’m not the horny firecracker who’s quite a handful, the kind that almost every man wants in a woman. Hell, I’ve even been a crack whore and an alcoholic. The only good thing about me was my loyalty towards my husband Michael. I love him. That simple. We’ve been married for over ten years. Lucky for us, our romantic and sexual spark has never dwindled.  Our sex life is undeniably adventurous. We’ve used just about every kind of sex toy ever invented, tried every position possible, have fucked publicly in dozens of different places, and explored plenty of our sexual fantasies and fetishes. All this was possible because we never had children. We lived our romantic and wild side to its fullest. The greatest thing of all was how he has always accepted me for who I am. He always emphasizes how special I am. I’m not talking about “the way she makes me feel” kind of special. This might scare or shock you, but I’m going to make it loud and clear: I am a hermaphrodite. I consider myself to be a bisexual. I’ve dated a few women before I met Michael, but I’ve never fucked a woman with my dick. That was one of Michael’s ultimate fantasies. He wanted to see me be intimate with a woman. He doesn’t want to fuck the other woman. He doesn’t even want to touch her. He just wants to see me in action. It took awhile for me to grasp the idea of us being in a threesome and of me pounding a woman. My sex life has mostly revolved around getting it on with ma’ hubby and nobody else. I would do anything to please him as long as I wanted it just as much. I wanted this. I wanted to be the nastiest girl I could be.

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       “What kind of girl catches your eye darling?” asked Michael.

       We were in one of our favorite jazz bars, sipping a few glasses of chardonnay and martinis and enjoying the live R&B jazz music that was playing that night. 

       “The innocent ones.”

       “No girl is innocent anymore,” he laughed. “But that’s the kind I’d like to see you with if they actually existed.”

       I knew that Michael was right to some degree. Lots of girls think that they’re innocent and good, but it’s nothing more than obsessive pride and cockiness.

       “A woman can dream right?” I winked at him.

       I looked out into the crowd. The women there were so-so. There were a lot of mighty fine looking Latinos, blacks, and even a few Asians sprinkled in the mix, but none of them made my pussy wet or caused my cock to twitch with hunger.

       “Let’s give it time love. We’ll find that girl that you’re after.”

       Funnily enough, I instantly felt it when I saw this one girl sitting across from us. At first sight you would think that she was Fiona Apple. She was pale skinned, had a lanky body, the tiniest boobs that barely hit puberty, pouty lips, long wild grown brown hair, and piercing hazel eyes that somehow made you sense that she must be one sneaky and clever little girl. She looked under aged. I guessed that maybe she was seventeen or eighteen.

       “She is cute…”

       I pointed my finger straight at her to show to Michael.

       “She looks awfully young, but she obviously must be at least twenty-one if she’s being served alcohol.”

       “She has that bad girl exterior about her…but hides it with her innocence.”

       I stared at her from head to toe. She wore a black skirt, showing off those skinny and boney legs. They were some of the loveliest pair of legs I’ve ever seen. I licked my lips with admiration for them. She wore a purple top, wearing no bra. Her breasts were so undeveloped that she probably didn’t give a damn to give a care. They seemed like bug bites, trying hard to form into a size bigger than a measly A-cup. Unfortunately, they were late bloomers. It was hard to tell if it was too late for them to grow anymore. I somewhat liked her sweet, naïve, and vulnerable adolescent look. Other men in the room were probably lusting after her. She was too young and cute to not catch the eyes of horny perverts who probably fucked teenagers instead of grown women. I’m by no means a pervert. I don’t like the idea of fucking teenage girls. Looking at this girl, I couldn’t help but be aroused by her. I wonder if she was as innocent and young as she appeared. I wondered if she has ever been corrupted, and if so, by whom? 

       “Why won’t you talk to her?”

       “Mmm, I don’t know…”

       “What? You think she’s going to bite?”

       “No…it’s just…”

       I made a confession that I never told Michael before. 

       “I’ve always envisioned seducing a girl in drag…”

       Michael’s jaw dropped.

       “You want to dress up as a man?”

       “Yes…”

       “Have you ever done this before?”

       “No…but I’ve always been turned on by drag queens and drag kings.”  

       “Mmm, so you want to be a drag king, seducing your poor and helpless female victims…”

       “Yes!”

       I think he was speechless. The sparkle in his eyes showed that he was deeply interested with the idea.

       “Do you think it could work?” I asked him.

       “Well, you could easily make yourself look like a man. You’re almost the androgynous type. I don’t call you special for nothing.”

       I blushed. I deeply imagined it. I thought of the thrill I would get from sweeping a girl off her feet without her knowing or suspecting that I was a hermaphrodite female. I wanted to do more than seduce her with my disguise. I wanted to make her my slave and become her master. Michael would become my slave as well. They would both be my bitches. I will make them worship me, obey my every word and command, and be obsessed with my dominant power every time they sleep, eat, fuck, and breathe. I kept those feelings all to myself. They were inner desires that not even Michael knew that I had. I wanted the thought to boil in me so that way when it’s out, it will burn them alive and make me feel completely holy and god-like. That evening was the first time this inner part of me began to turn up the heat, slowly simmering until the day when it bubbles and overflows. I knew that it might take time, but I wasn’t going to let time stand in my way.

       “You should catch that girl’s name since you fancy her…”

       “I will when I’m in drag. If she comes back here from time to time, that would be great, but if not, I still want to seduce somebody in drag.”

       “If it makes you happy, I will support you all the way my sexy minx.”

       “I love you.”

       I meant it more than ever. I love my husband. He loves anything and everything I do. I highly anticipated shocking and teasing him when I begin my drag transformation. Most of all, I couldn’t wait to make a fool out of that one girl. I didn’t give a fuck of the consequences that might come along, like the possibility of tormenting her sanity, demolishing her delicate body, and corrupting her tiny little soul. My heart means well.

       “When do you want to start doing this?”

       “Tomorrow after I get home from work. I expect you to have been wearing your blue collar shirt, white briefs, black pants, and black shoes all day long. When you get home, I will immediately take them off. That’s what I will be wearing on my first night out in drag.”

NASTY GIRL

Here Cums William

                               By Miss Piss (2007)

       Have I freaked you out yet? If you’re still following my tale at this point, I assume that strange things turn you on. To some people, nothing is weirder than and as fascinating as a hermaphrodite. In reality, there’s nothing weird about me. I am all human. I don’t want you to think I’m cocky, but I feel that I’m one sexy ass woman and one hell of a good looking man. I have a dick, and a well-hung one at that. It’s as manly as it can get. My pussy is quite a beauty; my husband worships it like a goddess. The rest of my body, such as my arms, legs, butt, and abs, is tough and muscular. I make a living off of being a physical therapist and a fitness trainer for male body builders, so my physical exterior proudly represents that. My breasts are exquisitely feminine, soft, and supple, not at all big, round, and busty, but enough to make my darling hubby extremely happy. While growing up I’ve had long, wild and thick black hair that reached down to my waist, but in time I had a fear of boredom and some rebellion against the image of the typical feminine American beauty. To make things exciting and different, I always changed my hair. I’ve had it short, curled, straight, braided, spiked, bald, dyed pink, blue, and purple, mohawked, any type of style, you name it, and I’ve had it done. My hair at this current moment of my life was very punk and boyish. I shaved my head for the third time and my hair was just growing in, covering every bit of my baldness. It made me deliciously androgynous, which is exactly the type of style that my husband and I get off on. He thinks I look mighty fine, so I’ve kept my hair that way. It was perfect for the task I was going to follow: fully transforming myself into a drag king. 

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       “Baby, I’m home!”

       Michael had just got back from work at around 6 PM. I was waiting for him in the kitchen, pretending that I was busy washing the dishes or preparing dinner.

       “I’m in the kitchen dear.”

       When he walked in, his facial expression suggested that he had pissed in his pants at the sight of me. I was wearing 6-inch shiny black heels, classy black stockings, a Victorian white bustier, and a skin tight vinyl black skirt with a sheer white thong holding up my fully aroused hard-on dick. I sat barely inside of the sink, my legs crossed. I wore a pair of glasses that made me look like a hot and sexy, nerdy librarian.

       “Fuck…Dina…”

       “Come here boy…” I smirked, putting my head up high a little with a naughty sparkle in my eye. “I’ve been waiting all day long for you to come home.”

       He walked towards me, completely stunned and speechless.

       “Dina…you look so fucking unbelievably sexy…”

       I grabbed him by the waist of his pants and forced him towards me. His crotch smashed against mine. He grunted when he felt the hardness of my cock against him.

       “Lift up your arms…”

       “Yes ma’am…”

       When he lifted up his arms, I saw his sweat patch. I sniffed it and moaned passionately. I even sucked some of the sweat out of the fabric.

       “Mmm, I love your manly smell and even the taste. It’s perfect…”

       I stepped down from my spot and crouched on the floor, spreading his legs wide open by stretching his feet outward. He gasped when I looked up at his crotch area and forced my entire face upward. His pants smelled so fucking musky. I put my entire mouth to where I felt his cock already growing hot and hard in his pants. I sucked on him. He smacked my face and viciously ran his fingers against my scalp.

       “Fuck…you sexy cunt…” he quivered.

       I went behind him in front of his ass. I rubbed it with my hands, smacking him good and hard. I sniffed the area of his butt crack. The odor was tantalizing. My hands reached to the front of his zipper; I unzipped him and immediately tore off his pants and his boxers. I surprised him by putting his boxers over his face so he can smell his own odor. He laughed, but didn’t hesitate. He kept his underwear there.

       “Bend over!”

       He obeyed immediately. I spread his ass cheeks and crammed my tongue against it. I wiggled and slivered it along his crack, collecting the beads of sweat, this time tasting his odor instead of just smelling it.

       “Oh god you taste so good baby…”

       He groaned like a horny ass dog. He pushed his ass more into my face, even rubbing his asshole against my nose. I spread his ass cheeks wider and forced my tongue into the quivering insides of his ass. In complete unison, I grabbed his cock and wanked it up and down in a slow and gradually faster motion while eating out his delicious bum.

       “Oh fuck baby, I love it when you trombone me!” 

       I smacked his ass with my free hand so sharp that I left my mark behind. I tromboned him until he came at least twice. When the cum came oozing out of his dick hole, I cupped the palm of my hand under it. The warm, creamy white goo filled my palm up good. I stood up behind him, took the boxers off of his head, and put my cum-covered hand against his mouth.

       “Eat it, drink it!” I hissed.

       He was a bit startled, but as usual, my hubby never hesitated to do anything that I commanded him to do. He tasted, slurped, and swallowed his own cum for the first time.

       “How do you like it?”

       “Quite interesting…somewhat salty…”

       “You fucking love it slut.”  

       I smacked his mouth, forcing him to taste any more cum that was left behind. When I stood up, I picked up his boxers and pants from the ground.

       “Are you ready to dress up now?”

       “Very soon…”

       Before I could say anything more, Michael grabbed me, forced me back on top of the sink, and spread my legs so wide that I felt a zing of pain and pleasure all at once. He pulled my panties to the side and spread my pussy lips.

       “Oh god baby, I love how your pussy never stretches too far out no matter how many times I’ve fucked it shitless…”

       His cock increased to its full 7 ½ inches. Putting foreplay and anymore games aside, he rubbed the head of his member against my dick just for fun, and then immediately wedged it into my cunt hole. I screamed when he brutally forced 6 inches of himself inside of me. He pounded me with a vengeance, so strong, swift, and powerful. He kissed me madly while his hands crept and crawled along every inch of my stocking-wearing legs. I wrapped my arms around his strong body, groaning like a dying mad woman overwhelmed by the most passionate fuck storm she has ever experienced.

       “I love you Dina!” he roared, effortlessly keeping up the speed and stamina. For twenty sweet minutes my man fucked my brains out. When I came, my semen shot straight at his face. A few seconds afterward a splash of my pee drowned his face as well. He passed out on me, panting rough and heavily. It wasn’t over. He couldn’t get enough. He pulled out of my pussy and forced his hard monster of a dick into my asshole. It was tough; my asshole is one stubborn thing. I nearly cried when he was trying to force it in with barely any lubricant to make insertion easier. He just didn’t care. I fucking loved that kind of rough and painful sex. He managed to cram it all in. He plunged his cock in and out of my asshole to the point where I felt it stretched beyond believe. When he pulled out, he quivered at how wide the gape was. He spat into it and fucked me rougher and harder. He came inside my ass; I could almost feel that creamy goodness splashing against my anal walls. At last, he was exhausted. He looked at me, love dazed.

       “Oh Dina…I can’t wait to see you in drag…you’re going to attract a lot of women, you know that don’t you?”

       “Ha! We’ll see.”

       A few hours later, after we took a shower together, made a nice and light dinner, watched some television, and chilled outside in our backyard, he helped me get into his boxers, black pants, shoes, and blue shirt. We giggled when I first tried them on. Surprisingly, the whole attire fit so well. As for how I appeared, I looked like a slightly feminine and androgynous male. I brushed my hair in a simple manner. I still had the image of a punk-rock boy. I sprayed just a bit of cologne on my neck. Michael’s manly scent overpowered it. I was horny just by his smell. The crotch area of my pants revealed how aroused I was. My bulge was fucking humongous. 

       “That will surely get the girls going…” Michael chuckled. “You are even making me jealous.”

       I was an inch longer than Michael. I found it cute that for the first time in our marriage he admitted that he was envious of how my cock was bigger and longer than his.

       “Do I really look like a man baby?”

       “Yes you do Dina. Seriously. You look like a very gorgeous, metro sexual man.”

       “How about my voice?”

       “Doesn’t really give away too much. Your voice has always been sort of deep.”

       “What do you think I should call myself in my male form?”

       “Something plain and simple.”

       “Hm, how about William since I have a big willie.”

       “Very cute!” Michael laughed. “Oh God Dina, I love your quirkiness.”

       “Are you comfortable walking with me like this?”

       “Well, it’s going to seem strange, but I think I will get used to it.”

       “You better,” I winked. “Because I definitely might enjoy doing this more often.”

       “Remember though, you’re still a woman to me, my wonderful gorgeous wife.”

       He kissed me warm and aggressively, grabbing my ass.

       “I must admit though, you sure do look good in my clothes.”

       We both laughed. I never would have thought that we’d have this much of a good time with just the beginning of my transformation into the world of drag. I was even surprised at how manly I looked. It was a shock to me that the name William came quickly in my mind like a lightning bolt to a tree. Before I discovered that people like me can’t have children, I thought of naming my son William. I didn’t associate my drag name with my unborn child, but instead, I felt it as a powerful statement about my manhood down below my belt and my manhood within. All I could think about in my head was “Watch out ladies. Here cums William J. Howard.” 

       Trust me; I was more than ready to live up to my newfound name.

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.