Debs 08 New Boyfriend 2Nd Date

Having orally served John all night the previous night, sucked, rimmed and drank his cum and piss, even eaten a little of his shit, he pretty much knew he could do anything he wanted with my mouth, and I'd be happy. Knowing this, I left the venue and shape of our second date up to him.

17:00 at work I got a text from him saying, "7pm at La Scala, come thirsty and dress slutty". There was no hello, or how are you, he had clearly got my measure as his slut.

I raced home, showered, and wore something suitably sexy but not totally whorish, as La Scala was a nice place. Short black skirt, stockings, black stilettos, tight white blouse, and of course, no underwear. I was standing, eagerly, outside the restaurant at 5 minutes to 7 when John pulled up in a cab, dressed in chinos and a nice leather jacket. He walked into the restaurant, without speaking, nodding his head for me to follow.

We were shown to our table, a quiet booth-type affair, with a round table and long white tablecloth. John was obviously a regular here.

As we ordered drinks, John fished in his pocket and pulled out a knotted condom, almost a quarter full. He looked at me and said "after our time together last night, I wanked off twice today". He tossed the rubber onto my side plate, casually saying, "eat it". I dutifully (and if truth be known, happily) started untying the rubber, cold spunk pulling it down onto my plate as I picked at the knot.

I undid it, and eagerly poured out the spunk into my wine glass, squeezing the last of the globs of cum out with my fingers. I was absorbed, staring at the cloudy mixture, and I didn't even notice the waiter staring at it, as he finished taking our drinks order. The waiter smiled at John, clearly impressed that he had such a public cumslut at his disposal.

"Any drinks for madam?" he inquired, looking at John.

John suddenly had an idea, and handed the waiter the wine glass, smiling and said "See if there's anyone in the kitchen would like to add to this for her?"

The waiter looked over at me, and I nodded, licking my lips, as he carried the spunky glass off to the kitchens. John smiled at me and said "while we wait for your cum starter, get under the table".

As he read the menu, I dropped awkwardly to my knees, head banging on the underside of the table, hidden below the tablecloth. John had kindly already pulled his pants halfway down, and his large, wet cock was already proudly erect, waiting for my service.

I grabbed his thighs with my hands and dropped my face into his lap, his enormous cock impaling my throat as I forced my head all the way down, painful at first, but just eye watering once I'd got him past my gag reflex. I barely noticed his hands shoving my head down as my nose smashed into his crotch. I felt his right leg lift slightly to get more purchase on my mouth, and he started pulling my head up and down, quite violently, his hand tightly pulling my hair like some toy, my face just used for his cock's amusement.

As I gagged and sucked, licking and vacuuming his beautiful cock, I heard the waiter bring John's drink over, telling him mine would take a while longer, as there were a lot of kitchen staff helping to make it. I carried on sucking and getting my face fucked, until I soon felt John tense, as he pushed my face hard into his pubic hair. My eyes widened and watered as I moaned, quietly muffled by his crotch, and he bucked, spunking 4 or 5 shots of cum deep into my throat.

I swallowed, feeling the warmth deep in my gullet, and he held me there, not releasing me for several minutes as the last shudders of orgasm went through him. He let go of my head and I pulled off his wet cock, licking it clean, and sucking the slit, making sure I got any last globs of spunk from him. Once he was completely clean, I pulled his pants up and got back onto my seat, several pairs of eyes around the restaurant watching me.

"Thank you", I said, smiling at John, and he graciously acknowledged my thanks.

We chit chatted for a while, John telling me he had several -plans- for me tonight, and soon John's starter arrived and he ate happily while I watched. Just as he finished, the waiter arrived with my starter, covered in a napkin as a -surprise-, and explained that all the waiters, kitchen staff, and a few guys from the deli next door had helped, and John suggested, without even checking with me, that if they gave him their numbers, he would send me round to thank them personally. I liked this guy a lot!

The glass, which was not a small wine glass, was almost full - there was cum all round the edge where guys had wiped their cocks clean, and thick, gelatinous spunk about 2 inches deep. I studied it closely, watching the thicker globs bob on the surface, and seeing if I could see John's cold cum at the bottom. Watched by John and the waiter (and several discrete husbands at the other tables), I lifted the glass to my lips and took a big gulp of thick spunk, tasting the seed of all the different men, feeling each lovely load coat my tongue and teeth as i drank it and swished it around my mouth. It was absolutely delicious, and before I knew it, I had poured the last into my mouth and was licking the sides of the glass clean, eagerly, not even noticing all the smiles around the room.

After the main course, John told me he needed a piss, but I was his urinal, so I should follow him. As he got up and walked into the men's room, I dutifully followed behind.

In the bathroom, I dropped to my knees next to the urinal, oblivious to the other guy already taking a piss in there, expecting John to use my mouth. John however, had other ideas and looked down at me between the urinals.

He gestured, and said, "Block that one with your hand", as he pointed to the urinal the old guy was already using, and while the guy continued to piss, looking confused, I put my hand over the drain hole on the porcelain, feeling his warm piss fill the urinal over my hand. The guy finished, shook, looked down at me, then at John, muttered something about me being a crazy fucking whore, and left the bathroom.

As I watched him leave, John started pissing in the same urinal, adding to the pool, but stopped me moving my head onto his cock to drink! I felt deprived as I saw John's delicious urine go to waste, but as he finished and shook, he grabbed my head and pushed my face into the pool of mixed piss in the urinal, holding my mouth and nose under the piss! I had no choice - if I didn't drink the piss, for all I knew John would drown me in that urinal right there! I gulped fast, drinking John's and the stranger's warm, strong piss as fast as possible, sucking it down, adoring the mixed taste of piss. I must have drank a couple of warm pints, and as I got to start breathing again, I licked the urinal clean and put my tongue into the drain hole, making sure the urinal was spotless.

John looked down at me saying, "fuck, you're one nasty slut. Is there anything you won't do with that whore mouth?"

The question, I'm sure was rhetorical, but I shook my head anyway. John left the bathroom, and I washed my face and followed. When I left the bathroom rather than sitting at the table he was paying the waiter, our food not even touched. I stood next to him as he finished settling up, and he looked at me and said,"We're not wasting time here, I want to see you suck every fucking cock in London..."

We left the restaurant, my face freshly washed and dried, the taste of piss and spunk still in my lips. We stepped into a taxi, and while John told the driver where to take us, he pushed my head down into his lap, unzipping as he spoke. The taxi driver stared as I started licking John's cock, and immediately protested, shouting "here, none of that in my cab, get out", and he started to slow down.

I looked up from John's crotch, begging, "please mister, drive us. I'll suck your cock too?"

He looked reluctant, as John smiled at me, so I tried harder and begged some more, saying "if you drive us tonight I'll come back every night for a month and suck you off. As many times as you want?"

He started to look interested, so I kept talking to try and seal the deal, "and if you want I'll kneel in the front where no-one can see me and you can sit on my mouth when you drive. I can lick your arse all night once a month?"

He looked at John, who nodded, and that was all he needed.

We drove to some Soho bar somewhere, with me nuzzling and sucking John's cock, and when we arrived, I jumped into the front of the cab, as the driver got out his cock. As I gulped down the guys fat cock, already moist with precum, John got out the cab and wrote my number down for him. I heard him discussing the times and locations, as the driver got harder and harder, and pulled my head in all the way. The driver stopped for a moment, pulled me tight in, shot out spunk, then pulled his cock out and wiped it on my face as I licked and lapped up his sperm, slurping it down, making him all clean. He didn't even say thank you, just waited for me to get out the cab and drove off, probably assuming he'd never see me again, but I intended to be back serving him every night as I had promised.

As I licked my fingers and lips, lapping up the taxi driver's cum, I looked round.... We were round the back of the infamous Soho sex shops and cinemas, I knew the place well, but where we were was just bins and grime, with the odd sleeping drunk huddled up.

John took my arm and walked me to a back doorway, one with a hairy, bearded homeless guy sleeping under a dirty blanket. John looked at me, ordering, "lie down next to him, halfway down his body, undo his trousers and get your face in his crotch. I want to see you lick his cock, his balls and his arsehole squeaky clean, and then I want to see his spunk in your mouth while you thank him".

I said nothing, but dropped eagerly and obediently onto the wet floor, pulling the damp blanket back and finding the guy's belt and coat, undoing buttons and belt as he slowly stirred. The guy barely woke, tired as he was, as I lay down next to him, my head at his crotch as I pulled down his matted, filthy trousers. His smelly, dirty, hairy cock plopped out, long foreskin ready to be licked. As the guy started to notice me, I started to kiss his cock, licking it, lapping it up and down, using my mouth as a flannel to lick the smelly dick clean.

The guy started to get harder, looking down and smiling now as I looked up, and shuffled down under his scrotum, licking and running my tongue over his dirty ball sac, sucking his bollocks into my warm mouth. As I licked lower, I felt him leaning and pulling his pants down over his feet, and lifting his leg, allowing me access to his behind. As John watched, I stuck my face inbetween the tramp's sweaty buttocks and licked his crack, sucking his filth, lapping up and down, and then kissing his anus, spitting over it and licking it repeatedly, tongue washing him. As I serviced him, I heard John speaking to him.

John said, "Her tongue's like warm toilet paper isn't it? Want to cum in her mouth and watch her eat it?"

I knew my cue, so I moved back to his now hard, red cock and dived down, my face into his dirty pubes, devouring the whole length of his penis. I rammed my head back and forth, drooling, licking and sucking hard as I mouthfucked him, and within a few minutes he grunted and shot spurt after spurt of incredibly thick spunk into my mouth, filling it, squirting cream over my tongue and teeth. He shot what felt like 5 guys sperm; clearly he hadn't cum in months.

I pulled back so my mouth was on the tip of his cock, and sucked the last thick, warm globules of cum out of him, licking the head, keeping my mouth full of his spunk, as John had ordered. As he sat back, spent, I rose to my knees, mouth slightly open, showing him the lovely cloudy load and gargled "thank you" to him, before closing my eyes and drinking the delicious load.

"Fuck, you're one dirty bitch", was all he said, as I rose and walked away with John.

We walked around the front of the shops, John saying that he wanted to see me drink pints of spunk now, and I found myself in the middle of a bunch of sex shops and sex cinemas, definitely no women around, but lots of men, mostly old, mostly grubby, but lots of them darting in and out of shops, buying DVD's, looking for porn...

John picked the seediest and walked us in, the guys on the front desk smiling and nodding at John. As we walked into a dark corridor, John pulled my blouse down so my boobs bounced out, and ushered me into the first door. We walked into a smallish cinema, perhaps 100 seats, with maybe 30 or 40 guys all seated, discretely jerking off to the 1980's porn flick on the screen. The floor was sticky, and there were used condoms and tissues absolutely everywhere, hardly a square inch of carpet was not covered.

John said, "Before you spend the night sucking every fucking cock here, I want you on your hands and knees, collecting every condom, every tissue, every fucking pool of spunk. I want you to eat cum all fucking night".

I dropped down, as guys started shuffling, and craning their necks to watch me. I crawled up the middle aisle, picking up condom after condom, some still warm, but most cold and congealed, some sticking to the floor, some in piles of 10 or more where guys had dumped them at the end of the rows of seats. If I found any relatively fresh cum, meaning any still in liquid form, I tried to scoop it into my other hand as best I could, but realistically, I was shuffling on the floor, one arm filling with piles of condoms and tissues, the other hand getting wetter and messier. By the time I got to the back of the cinema, I probably had 200 or more used rubbers in a huge, messy pile on my arm. There was a small crowd now as several guys came to watch me crawling, bare breasted. John waited at the back, smiling, and just said "Eat, cunt", extremely loudly.

With dozens of eyes watching, I started to suck the cold spunk off my left hand, the globs I had collected off the floor, gagging slightly on carpet fibers, litter and old pubic hairs in amongst the thick, spunky mulch.

I reckon there was the equivalent of 20 or so loads there, now wet and cold all over my lips and nose, as I started squeezing sperm out of the condoms. I started one at a time, piling them next to me and up ending each one over my upturned mouth, but it was clear that would take ages as there was so many of them. So while John, and the growing crowd watched, I started to grab 9 or 10 full rubbers at a time, get them the right way up, and force out the thick, cold spunk into my open mouth.

It was like 10 guys shooting spunk into my mouth all at once, thick cum pushing into my wide open hole. The taste was amazing - cold, yes, but still musty and spunky, much thicker and chewier than fresh cum, but enough to make me shiver and cum myself as I ate the spermy feast. I continued filling my mouth, 10 loads at a time, doing my best not to miss my mouth, and as I swallowed, guys starting coming up and wanking for me, adding their fresh cum to my meal. I was scooping up spilled cum into my mouth, draining used condoms, and gargling as old, dirty, fat guys dumped spunk into my mouth while John watched.

As I started to finish the condoms, and lick out the tissues, guys were still coming up and jacking off for me, now two or three at a time. I stayed like that for about 2 hours, eventually just getting one or two guys at a time, and then just single guys as the cinema got emptier and emptier. By midnight, with the restaurant, the used condoms and the cinema perverts, John reckoned I'd eaten at least 400 loads of spunk, and I was really slushing, my stomach distended with cum. My face, neck, boobs and skirt were all covered in jism, and I reeked of spunk.

Before we left, John grabbed my hair and led me to the toilets, me crawling subserviently, wet face eager to be used by him. I crawled into the dirty men's toilets, feeling the piss on my hands and knees, and John opened a cubicle, which I assumed I would serve him in.

To my surprise, he pushed me down to the floor and ordered "on your back. I want to see you really fucking used". I lay on my back, spunk covered face up, piss and cum in my hair and soaking into my skirt. While guys followed us in, presumably to see what this slut would do next, John opened his trousers, squatted over my face, and without a word of warning, shat an enormous, thick turd into my mouth. I lay there, totally used, his obedient toilet as he carried on shitting, covering my mouth completely. I was about to swallow, as I had promised him on our first date, when he stood, looked down, and smiled, saying, "stay still, you're not finished."

I lay there, mouth overflowing with John's warm waste, breathing noisily through my spunky nostrils, as I heard him talking to the guys who had watched all this, jeering and taunting. With the shit piled on my mouth, all I could see was to my left and right, and straight above, and suddenly I saw a huge, fat guy, trousers already at his knees, stagger off the toilet behind, stand with his boots either side of my head, and hold his hairy, buttocks open over my face. Before I knew it, he was taking a dump, on top of John's fresh shit, piling more turds into and onto my mouth.

I blew fast through my nose to keep an airway open, and I heard the guy fart and watched him wriggle, finishing his toilet needs on my mouth. As he stepped away, I saw John smiling down at me as he said, "Eat that shit".

I started chewing, swallowing fast, gulping the 2 loads of waste, and as I did, another old guy stood over and took a dump on my mouth, then another, then another. As fast as I could swallow, John was getting guys to use my mouth as a toilet! My tummy was completely full of cum and shit as the 9th and last guy shat in my mouth and stepped back to watch.

John let me lick myself clean, then had 4 of the guys piss in my mouth and on my face to clean me before we left the cinema. It was now 3am, and I had cum 9 or 10 times in one night.

I fell asleep on the floor of the cab back, feeling full, dirty and content.