Chapter 03

She shook me awake... “Wake up... you slept enough... almost one o’clock. .. you smell...like you had sex... dirty boy.... go to the bathroom, and take a shower, fresh up...” I opened my eyes half, saw her smiling face and got up sleepy. “Eh. .. put some clothes – a sweatpants and t shirt- of me in the shower, think it will fit... to small maybe.”

I showered, enjoyed the warm water and thought about what happened, what we did, that was a lot and -damn- it really felt good. I wanted more. I also thought about what you told about your so-called real man what you wished, and what you awaited from him... being used, taken...without thinking... And most crazy was: she wanted me to be behave like that, be her real man... fun? Did not know for sure, how serious Naomie was... and if she was... how far she would go.

I finished, put the shower of, started drying of myself. I smiled to myself: like always... hard again. I put on the clothes Naomie gave me. Like she said: the sweat-pants a bit short but roomy, the t-shirt to small and tight. I cleaned the condense from the mirror, looked at myself: a bit weird. It was not my style, wrong pastel colors. I felt weird, not myself, to feminine... What Naomie would like me like this. I guessed. My standing cock that clearly poked in the sweatpants... maybe quickly jack off like I always do after a shower... or? Before I could decide, the door opened.

It was Naomi, she smiled. “Pity, I see you are ready... and dressed...” She looked at me, like she inspected me. Her eyes stopped at the front of the sweatpants. “Hmm... nice.” She smiled, licker her lips suggestive. “Come with me... made you something to eat, think you need the energy...”

I followed her to the kitchen, sat in the same chair before. On the floor was still lying her pantyhose. I picked it up, smelled her strong scent. She saw what I did, acted like everything was normal, only smiled. I remembered what happened before and after the stripped her pantyhose. For sure better than what she put on now: same sort of sweatpants as me and a t-shirt. She put a dish before me with scrambled eggs with a big slice of bacon and sat in front of me.

I tasted... it was really good. I decided to confront her. “You always enter a bathroom without knocking? I could be... you know...”

“... Naked... indecent... or even worse... Pete? Nothing new after what you did: you not only fucked me, you took me, used me, dumped a big load in me.... and you liked it, don’t deny it...“ She continued with a deep voice: “You acted as my real man, and that has a price: No more secrets, no need for knocking... everything open... the good things... and the dirty, indecent stuff...”

I took a big piece of bacon and stared at her. Her t-shirt had a low-cut v-line and was, according me, some sizes to small. It showed a nice dcollet, her hard nipples were just covered by the fabric. “You try to tell me... you want us to act... to be... a couple in a way...”

She nodded. “As long as you behave like a real man... and... if you want me of course.”

I finished my dish. “I want you of course... but... eh... maybe I am too demanding... or...”

She stopped me with a gesture, took my dish and stood up. “You see only objections... maybe you are afraid or careful.” She walked to the dishwasher. “Just try... if needed we talk about things I or you not like... solve it”

“Eh... think you are right...but...” At that moment she bowed to put the dirty things in the dishwasher. I really like to see her like that... the fabric tightens... showed her beautiful big ass... an ass I wanted to feel. Very short time I tried control myself... remembered what she said: don’t think... do... I stood up, walked -more ran- to her, and groped her ass with force

She not awaited me... felt my hand kneading her ass. “Pete... what the fuck...” she cried surprised.

I quickly pulled her sweatpants down... damn... the slut... no underwear... I let my finger glide over her naked ass, between her buttocks... touched softly her asshole with my thumb... than start pushing. She realized... somehow relaxed her butt. Before I could my thumb could go inside... a big wet fart flushed out, above that a smelly one too.

“Oeps... that was not my intention... eh... it just happens sometimes...”

“Naomie... you put shit on my hand...” I took a piece paper towel from the kitchen counter and wiped my hand clean. Then I looked at her buttocks and asshole. It was not clean as before... dirty...smelly... and my first thought was:. ..better...more natural... In the same moment I saw my precum made a little wet spot in my pants... why I became more excited... because of the farting or because she dirtied herself... I looked again at her anus, and yes... it had a bit poo...

She got up. “Think I better go to the bathroom... clean myself.”

She wanted to start walking, I took her hand and stopped her. I not really knew what to say, was ashamed about myself... she saw it... because of the effect: I immediate lost my erection, became soft.

She was surprised. “Eh... what is wrong? You don’t want me to clean myself... hmm...” She silenced few seconds to think. “Somehow it fits you... you not really take care about yourself... you are normally not perfect clean... not take care -I mean shave- of your private area, as I do... Eh tell me... you prefer a dirty to really clean...”

I blushed... looked down, nodded a yes with difficulty.

She laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. Not everybody is the same. I said I wanted you to my real man... my pig... and you are even more a pig as I thought. It is no problem... it is who you are... for you... I can be less... hygienic. What you wanted to do, before the fart... finger my ass... think you need some eh... quit time... dirty boy...

Her reaction was no really a relieve for me: i still not was comfortable, not regained my erection. I decided to use the situation. “Eh... yeah... I am not hard now... better I take a leak now... is more easy... and after that we will see... I guess” I stood up, went to the bathroom, I saw she followed me... What reason she had, what she had in mind?

“What you want... Naomie?”

“Eh, i can take care of you... eh.... assist you... hold your penis... help with peeing... ”

Hmm, strange way to take care of me, inappropriate, but the idea attracted me.... I stood up... “Ok... crazy and more for little children... but if you want...” I swallowed. “Eh, you know... helping me... can be risky Naomie...”

She laughed. “I get the feeling... being with you is risky... till now it always ends with me messy. “ She followed me, we entered the bathroom.

She stood behind me and -without asking- fished my penis out of my sweatpants. “I presume you agree. I will direct it, so you don’t mess up: your pee goes where I belongs... in the toilet.” She not waited my reaction. “By the way: It’s the first time I see your thing soft. Even like this it is big....“

My peeing started, big and strong jets of piss clattered in the toilet. How she touched me -sensitive and tender- flipped something in my mind... I remembered seeing porn videos... about man and woman that peed... some were just hot, some -where they peed on each other- dirty and degrading... and the degrading ones really got me off... When I looked it was just a dirty fantasy... but now...

She saw the change in me. “This is fun, is it not. Just tell what you feel... think... no doubt... real man stuff again... something dirty...”

I faltered, stopped with trouble the stream, found courage to talk: ” Eh.. I want to see you eh.... urinate... too... and... “ I said softly

She looked at me... smiled “Ok, that is normally no problem. Now, I not really feel the need but I can try...” She let lose my thing and wanted to put her pants down.

“No Naomie... eh... just leave your pants on... sit and do your thing...”

She smiled: “A bit dirty... but why not...” and sat down on the toilet, relaxed. I relaxed too. The effect: the piss I kept spurted out and landed on her t-shirt, showed her tits and nipples more explicit... He beat the last drops of piss of his penis. “Feels a lot better

“What is this, guess you get in the mood I think.” She sat some time, pushed without success “Sorry... t can’t get it work.”

Damned, bad luck... I looked around, saw above the washing sink a cup, got an idea and filled the cup with water. “Drink...” I said softly. “All. .. and you drink, till you will pee...” I said in an threatening voice and handed her the cup. “Eh... you play with yourself.... Naomie”

“Oeps, I become afraid...” She started drinking. “And about playing... you want to do that...”

I filled the cup again. “No... not now.... Just answer the question... and drink...”

She drank the second cup quickly and gave the cup back. “Next cup a little bit warmer please... and eh... about you question... curios boy: Yes.... I masturbate like everybody. If you are interested: I have some nice toys for this in my nightstand.... For sure I do it less -need it less maybe- than you: only when I am without company, alone... and that is not much. With a partner -man or sometimes a woman- getting off is more fun, more dirty and more satisfying...”

I handed her the next cup of water. “It is warmer... So... you had a lot of man... eh even woman... eh... what about relations... Naomie...”

“I am older than you... have more eh... practice so to say.... I started with some relations... but that relations did not work for long: I got bored after some time. Because of that, I decided for variation... different man... in practice a lot of one-night-stands... I enjoyed that few years... yes, it was fun: few times a week... someone else, most man, sometimes woman.“ She drank the water. “The one-night-stands taught me what I like... want... who I really am...sexually... but got boring too. I thought long about it... the why and how, wanted something simpler. And that resulted in... submitting to a real man. Next problem was finding him...”

He took the cup from her to fill up again. She smiled and opened her legs. “Oeps... piece of dirt... you gave me to much water... cannot hold it anymore.” A wet spot formed in her crotch.... Her piss dripped in the toilet. She looked at him, saw my dick twitching... “Good... see you like it, the real man is back..”

I quickly became hard. “Good I was soft... makes pissing possible. Normally I have to jack off before I can... You jacked of men...Naomie.”

“Yesss... I like feel a dick in my hand.... If a man picks me up... most times I jack them off first... in an ally... a toilet... or... sometimes even in public. When they fuck me later... in general they need more time to come... it is longer fun for me.” She put her hand around my cock... start moving the foreskin fast and faster... and she like it too... she groaned... made some elementary sounds.

And i... just stood and enjoyed. “... ahghr... You did that before... know how to treat your man. ... aghr... fuck... cunt... I came a lot last hours.... Like you do... I will come... but... arghhh.”

“Dirty boy... what you want more...”

I took her second hand, put it on my behind. “Try here... if you dare... With your finger...”

“You... you want more... eh... stimulation dirtbag...” She stopped short... touched my hairy balls “You pissed on my t-shirt and wet my tits... you let me soil my pants... but you still want more.... like this....” She touched with one finger... pushed, her finger flopped inside...

I moaned... her finger in my anus felt so good.

She sensed my reaction...and put a second finger in my poo-hole. “Every man that I gave a hand job.... got off... Not awaited you like a finger in your ass.... most men like to ravage woman-ass-holes... but don’t touch theirs... think it has to do with the ego thing... not wanted to be gay...”

“Gay... agrrrrr... More...slut faster... ahhh... I am not a fag... but this is so.... aghrr...”

“Not a fag... but you like something in your ass... fun...” She pushed her fingers deeper in my ass.

I went over the edge, orgasmed.... First spurt landed on her hair... the next two on her face...

Naomie wanted say something, was stopped by my last big spurt of me, directly in her open mouth. She choked, tried to swallow all. She looked at saw his cock... it was still dripping sperm... just like a good dick had to be.

“Clean it greedy slut... I know you like my stuff...” I commanded her.

She licked the head clean, softly massaged his dick. It was still standing. She felt his sperm dripping of her face.... she felt his piss on her tits...her cunt sticking in her pants... it felt so good... and I hoped she felt used, dirty and used....