The Perfect American Couple

"I don't want this all to be just about kinky sex", she concluded.

"Naomi?" I began, "I've got another confession for you. I've been dreaming about you for almost a year now, and now I realize I've been wanting you for even longer than that. I couldn't do any of this lightly." And I reached up and stroked her hand as she played with my hair. I didn't look, but I could feel that she was beaming. Still, her voice sounded concerned.

"Well, guess what," she said, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for at least that long. Most of the time it was on the back burner. You know. Our age difference, and you being my Dad's best friend and all of that. But I've had a crush on you forever. I just never imagined, even in my wildest dreams of us being together, that things would be like this. You know, the sex, the slavery, the piss..."

In spite of myself, I had a full erection. I concentrated on the issues we were facing, but my cock had a mind of its own, and every time she said something that eluded to what we had just done, well...

"...I love it, but I don't know if it's right. I mean if I really like you, how could I do those things to you?" she asked with real concern. Her words, along with the still-present taste of her sweet piss, were doing nothing to calm my tumescence. Each exhale had the slightest hint of ammonia. It kept part of my mind on nurturing her natural desires to sexually degrade me.

"What we do sexually does not define us or our relationship," I said, "It's just part of it. As I hold your hand right now, I'm not feeling like a slave at all. Do you feel like a master?"

"No," she said, "Actually, I'm feeling very much like holding you." She slid over toward me and threw her arms around me. Then she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was amazed that the scent that still emanated from me did not seem to distract her at all.

I said, "Let's just be together and see how things unfold." I looked over at her and we smiled. She looked so sweet and wonderful. She kissed me full on the lips as I struggled to keep an eye on the road.

"Pew! Your breath stinks!" she laughed. "I wonder why that would be," she said, pretending to muse with her index finger on her chin in a mock contemplative gesture. After a few moments, I began to notice that she was staring at me. When I turned and looked at her, I saw she was studying my mouth. "I can't believe I really just pissed in your mouth," she said almost introspectively. "And you were so stiff when it happened. Don't think I didn't notice."

Then she reached down to my crotch and was greeted eagerly by my stiff dick. "Wow!" she cried, "holy shit! How long has this been going on?!?"

"Just about all along," I replied.

"Geez, you really get off on my being rude to you, don't you? Hell you came licking my dirty asshole. And I don't remember being exactly nice about it either!" She seemed to be really loving this situation, and although I know it should have been the other way around, I was relieved that the softer side of our relationship clearly wasn't blunting the sharp sting of our kinkier sexual desires.

"I imagine that it must have felt tremendously degrading to let someone else, especially someone over 20 years younger than you, have her way with your mouth and face. You know, when I was pissing all over you," she giggled. "But tell me, I'm really curious about this: what did it feel like, after having me piss in your mouth, down your throat, and on your face... What did it feel like when I farted right in your face?" She let out a belly laugh.

Once again, I felt the tart slap of humiliation and the accompanying facial flush as this gorgeous girl rode rough-shod on my dignity, and I loved it. I answered her by asking "How did it feel to you, farting in my face! Which, by the way, you timed perfectly so I was breathing in at just that moment."

Her laugh had such a decadent ring to it. It was music to my ears. I adored her.

"It felt fantastic. Maybe someday - not with me mind you - someday you'll know what it feels like to push your ass into someone else's face and then fart. It's a selfish, mind-blowing pleasure, let me tell you." She caressed my cock as she spoke, and I thought I was going to explode.

"Want to hear a secret?" she asked provocatively. "I almost shit on you back there..."

I jerked my gaze to her and opened my mouth in shock, but nothing came out. Finally, I managed to get out, "You're kidding! When?"

"When I farted. It was almost more than gas. I really had to go. I was going to say something to you about it when we were getting dressed, but I figured we better just get out of there..."

I was as close to coming as I'd ever been, but I didn't want to waste it on a hand job so I managed barely to bring myself back from the brink. "Do you still have to go?"

"Well, yeah. Of course. Actually, now that we're talking about it, I gotta go pretty badly."

We were still maybe ten minutes from where I was going to drop her off, and it was still fairly secluded, but not nearly as much so as in the park. I started to pull the car over to the shoulder of the road.

"What are you doing?!?" she asked. "We can't do anything here, it's way too visible!" Suddenly she pointed to an off road about a quarter mile ahead. "Go there! That might be a good place."

We pulled into the road. It was unpaved and clearly not used very much. We went back maybe a half mile and the road just ended. It appeared to be an access road of some sort. She reached over to my dick and gave it a squeeze. The sweetest smile beamed from her beautiful mouth as she asked, "Are you turned on enough to once again become my slave? You made a bargain with me back in the park, remember? I think I held up my end of the deal when you drank my piss, right?"

I turned to her and kissed her full on the mouth. When I pulled away, her face wrinkled up in mock disgust. "How long do you think you'll taste that piss?," she teased. My dick was rock-hard in her hand.

"A deal's a deal," I replied, "I never welch on a bargain."

"Some deal! I think it was win-win for me and lose-lose for you!" She smirked a little as she said, "Well, I really have to go to the bathroom. Are you ready to sacrifice all personal dignity merely to please me at my whimsy? You gotta work hard to keep me happy, you know." and there was that arrogant smile that I'd fallen in love with.

"Wait here," I said, and got out of the car. I walked around to her side of the car, and open the door with a flourish; like a servant escorting a princess out of a royal carriage. "I am completely and utterly at your service, Miss," I said with great formality as I took her hand and helped her out of the car. She laughed a little self-consciously at my antics, but the flush on her cheeks revealed just how much she was enjoying this "royal" treatment.

She assumed the voice of a Princess as she said, "Good, we're finally here. Good job, servant. I believe I may just throw a bone your way for your efforts." Her tone dripped with arrogant, sexy smugness as she continued, "I believe I must relieve myself, and as you can see there is no suitable receptacle in sight, save for your mou-" she said as she stroked my chin with one pointed finger, "I mean, would you be so kind as to be of service to me while I address my 'issue'?"

I pretended to believe she meant to assist her, and I behaved accordingly. "Where would you like to go, Princess?" I asked.

"This place will do," she said, "Please lie down here." She pointed to a clearing on her side of the car. She chuckled softly as I lay down in the dirt she had pointed to. I pretended to be puzzled when she stood over me, with each beautiful foot on either side of my head, close to my ears.