My Kind Of Freak

This is a romp about two people who learn a surprising amount about each other in a very short time, for better, worse, and dirtier...

The main theme is degradation and embarrassment, explored with elements of public shaming, cum play, (mild) pee, and anal/oral sex.

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The party refused to die, much though I hoped it would. My friend John had invited me, and then talked me into driving. The host was his cousin, I think -- not someone I knew well. Nor was anyone there, really, though I did recognise a few faces from various lectures. I'd forced myself into a few awkward conversations, but without the help of alcohol I struggled to find the confidence I needed. Now it was past one a.m., I was tired, the music was too loud, and the excited shouts and screams of the increasingly drunk crowd were starting to give me a headache. But I was John's ride, as he'd been for me before, and that was our deal. I couldn't cut him off any more than he'd ever tried with me.

The fridge had been generously stocked with soda, presumably to encourage those who brought hard liquor to mix it, and I was nursing probably my fourth can of coke that night. The sugar and caffeine ought to be good for something, right? Well, beyond making me need to pee. At least it was an excuse to move around. Making my way from the couch, I found the hallway blocked by three girls, their heads together conspiratorially as they looked at someone's phone. A line?

'No, no, go ahead!' the girl holding the phone waved me on. I recognised her, slightly -- stats? No, chem lab... Lost in thought, I slipped into the bathroom. The toilet faced directly towards the door, which wouldn't normally be a problem, except that there was a girl sitting on it.

I froze, knowing exactly what I should do: apologise and back out. But before I could manage that my eyes left hers -- wide with surprise -- and made the inevitable journey down her body. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist, her panties half-way down her calves. She had a ball of toilet paper in her right hand, and in spreading her legs to wipe had opened up a clear view of her pussy. A thin landing strip only served to focus my attention on her lips beneath, spread just wide enough to reveal all of her secrets.

This wasn't, strictly speaking, the first pussy that I'd ever seen, though I had rather more experience fumbling around in girls' pants than in getting them completely naked. And, well, I was 19: a man, but with the impulse control of a boy. For a moment I was no longer frozen but actively looking, acting (as I would later justify it to myself) on pure animal instinct. She noticed.

'Perv! Get OUT!' That broke the spell, and I pulled the door shut with a stream of babbled apologies. I backed away sheepishly as the girls in the hallway looked up and giggled, drunk enough to think that it was all great fun. Hoping to avoid the inevitable confrontation, I scurried back into the lounge and made my way out the sliding door, past the smokers on the porch, and down to the darkness at the end of the yard, where I emptied my bladder into the bushes. The feeling of my hand on my dick, and the image of pink lips spread open, had a certain effect; and I took advantage of the darkness to let things relax a bit before heading back up the yard.

I caught John's eye as I came back into the lounge, and he held up his hand -- five more minutes. He'd been doing the same for half an hour, but at least he knew that I wanted to go. There was a girl he'd been chasing, and he'd heard she would be here -- in the event she wasn't, but he was too much the social butterfly to let a good party go to waste. At least his eyes hadn't settled on anyone else, and it seemed likely that I'd get him away in reasonable time.

I'd lost my spot on the couch to a handsy couple who didn't seem to mind that it was really only big enough for one person. Without looking too closely, I couldn't see any hands, but a lot of fabric moving in ways that didn't seem normal. I didn't want to get caught staring, and anyway their blatant PDA was not helping my efforts to distract my dick. Needing to get away, I gambled that the kitchen would be quiet; worst case scenario I could just grab another Coke and move on.

The kitchen was quiet, which seemed to be the first thing that had gone right in the last five minutes. But as I reached into the fridge to grab another drink, I felt more than heard someone approach. 'There you are.'

Turning around, I once again met the eyes of the girl from the bathroom. Without her pussy on display to distract me, I could get a better look at her face. Her eyes were brown, as was her shoulder-length hair, sharply outlining her pale face. Her nose was small, and pierced on one side; her full lips were pulled into an expression that I couldn't read. She wore an oversized black t-shirt, advertising some rock band that I didn't recognise, tucked into a short black skirt.

Before I could say anything she moved in even closer, and I nearly dropped my drink as she palmed my crotch. 'Enjoy your little peek?' The battle I'd been fighting with my dick was lost immediately, and she squeezed as she felt it harden. 'Freak.'

She was nearly as tall as I was, her face only inches from mine. Still I couldn't read it. There was no anger in her eyes, but no warmth either: her mouth held in a firm line. I wanted to step back, but there was nowhere to go except

in

to the fridge, the door of which was still open beside me.

'Were you gonna rub one out to me? Go home and make a mess of a sock?' Her voice was soft and breathy. I felt her hand leave my dick, but before I could choke out a denial I felt her fingers on the button of my jeans. Popping it open to give herself room, she slid her hand into my boxers and renwed her grip. 'Why wait? A perv like you, this probably wouldn't be the first party you've wanked at.'

My brain had no idea what was happening, but my dick wasn't asking questions. Her hand, already slick with precum, worked up and down it with confidence but not much skill. But I was 19, and she was a woman -- an attractive one, too, I was starting to notice. Normally I preferred blondes, but there was a sharpness to her features that matched her aggression. Somehow I knew that I couldn't touch her, though the swell of her breasts beneath her shirt was tempting, and the vision of her cunt was still fresh in my mind...

I would never have thought that I was one for public sex, but something about the thought that someone could walk into the kitchen at any point seemed to raise the stakes even higher. I wasn't going to last long. I realised, suddenly, that if something didn't change soon, I'd be shooting my load in my pants -- but it was too late. Her hand moved faster, and she leaned in, barely whispering. 'Now everyone will know what a dirty little boy you are.' Then the orgasm hit, and she kept pumping as my boxers absorbed spurt after spurt of cum. When I finished she pulled her hand out, shiny with semen, and wiped it off on my shirt. And then, with one final 'Perv', she was gone.

I stood for a moment in shock, the pleasure of release mingling with a growing realisation of the mess she had made. Luckily I was in jeans, so the cum might not make it all the way through; but my boxers were a disaster, and the streaks on my shirt where she'd wiped her hand were pretty unambiguous. And the smell...

I re-did the button on my jeans and finally closed the fridge as I looked around, looking for any possible solution. The sink -- I couldn't wash my shirt, but maybe... yes! There was a hose. Turning it so it faced me, I turned the water on, letting it warm up a bit before reaching out and activating the nozzle. I jumped at the feel of the spray, but it had done its job: the front of my shirt was soaked, the cum hidden, and I had a plausible explanation for any sogginess in my crotch. It wasn't great, but with some luck it would trigger John's sympathy and he wouldn't make me hang out in wet clothes.

If only he knew!

Back in the lounge, I found John in the middle of floor, dancing in a circle with a couple of girls. 'Dude, what happened?' he shouted over the music as he saw me.

'Kitchen sink! Tried to turn it on but someone had switched it to the hose.'

He laughed, as did the girls with him; but I could take the embarrassment of an accident that could, after all, have happened to anyone. But there was a deeper sort of desperation in my eyes that I clearly wasn't hiding, and after looking at his watch he nodded to me. 'End of this song!'

'I'll meet you in the car.' He wasn't quite a man of his word, but he tried, and I only had to wait 15 minutes. He laughed again as he got in the car, and nearly accused me of self-sabotage to get out of the party sooner. I could only laugh and shrug. Normally I'd have bragged quite happily about getting a bit of hand action, but I wasn't quite sure how to explain what had happened, and was still very conscious that the damp spots on my jeans were not water.

It wasn't until after 2 am that I finally dropped John off and made it home. My flatmates were still out, thankfully, and I went straight to the bathroom to peel my soaked boxers off. Hopping in the shower, I cleaned myself off. As I rubbed soap around my crotch, my dick responded more eagerly than I expected; and once again the vision of dark hair leading in a line to softly pouting pink lips overwhelmed me. The feel of her hand, the breathiness of her whispers... but when I finally came, it was to the image of her on her knees, taking my load onto her own shirt, shamed as she had tried to shame me.

***

I'd just left my physics lecture when I saw her. Somehow I recognised the back of her head, bobbing through the crowd no more than ten feet in front of me. I had nowhere else to be for a couple of hours, so instead of turning off to a cafe I followed her. Creepy? Maybe -- but it seemed like we were a bit past basic social norms. After a couple of minutes the crowd had thinned out, as we got away from the press outside the lecture theatre. Too thin, really, and I was beginning to worry that she would catch me when she took a sudden turn into the women's bathroom.

I don't know what inspired me. The most likely result was probably expulsion, if not criminal charges. But I followed her in.

We were alone, thank God. She didn't turn or see me, assuming I was just another woman. It wasn't until she made it to her stall and turned to close the door that she saw me behind her. Her eyes flashed with surprise, but she was quicker than I could anticipated. 'Got a piss kink, do you?' Her expression was even, her mouth level as it had been when she jerked me off in the kitchen.

'Actually I wanted to make us even.' She couldn't quite hide her curiosity, and moved deeper into the stall, letting me follow. As I closed the door she sat down on the closed toilet lit.

'How's that?'

'Well,' I said, undoing my jeans. 'I got to see you the other night, but you never saw me.' Without pausing to let my nerve fail, I pushed my jeans and boxers down together, revealing a dick already half hard in anticipation. 'Didn't quite seem right.'

'It's smaller than I remember,' she said, her face still blank, but something in her tone seemed -- playful?

'I'll fix that.' I started slowly rubbing my length, meeting her eyes as I did. It wasn't long before it was fully hard.

'I could get you expelled,' she whispered, but it was an empty threat. If she wanted that, she'd have screamed.

'Go on, then.' Precum had started to gather on my head, and I spread it down my shaft as I started wanking properly. Her eyes moved between my dick and face, giving nothing away. But she didn't scream.

I leaned forward a bit, rubbing my head against her cheek. 'I got a good look at you. You deserve the same.' Lifting my shaft, I let her see my balls hanging heavily below before gently cupping them with my other hand. 'You made a mess of my pants, you know. I think we should even that out.'

Like in the kitchen, the risk of getting caught was heightening everything; as did the idea of what was about to come. Gripping my balls a bit tighter, my hand moved faster on my shaft as I came closer to my orgasm.

Her face was pretty -- very pretty. Only with an effort could I lower my dick to point at her shirt, to repay the debt properly.

Then she leaned in and took my head in her mouth. The feel of her lips sent me over the top, and suddenly I was shooting, not on her shirt, but into her throat. I was too shocked even to try to pull out, and she took my full load. Letting my dick go with a slight pop, she stared up at me again.

'Swallow.' I don't know where that came from. None of this was in the plan. But as payback it felt appropriate. Her expression was hard, but not angry, and there was a light in her eyes that I was almost sure was arousal. 'Go on, swallow my pervy cum.'

She stood up, her body pressed close to mine in the narrow room of the stall. For a moment we stood like that, face to face, locked in a battle of wills. I half expected her to spit it back out at me -- but, with a clench of her jaw, she swallowed. 'Show me.' She let her jaw slacken, and I pushed my thumb between her lips to pull it wider. 'Who's the freak now?'

She bit down on my thumb, hard, and I pulled it out with a yelp. 'Careful what you stick in people's mouths.' We held that pose for what felt like forever, her face inches from mine, my dick slowly softening.

I tried to break the spell. 'Well, I should be going.'

'Nuh uh. I still need to pee.'

'I'll let you do that alone this time.'

'You're gonna lick me clean.'

It took me a minute to understand what she meant. 'I don't think so.'

'Really? Because if you don't, I'll go straight to the dean, tell him how you followed me in here, shoved your dick in my face, and threatened me with terrible things if I didn't suck you off.'

The air was suddenly very heavy. Would she? She certainly could. But I don't think she wanted to: she just liked the threat, the power it gave her. I could gamble that she wouldn't, but then I knew that our game would be over. Once again I pictured her landing strip, her lips spread open. For the first time I saw something like a smile on her face. She knew she had me.

Her fingers found the button on her jeans and she pushed them down together with what appeared to be a pink thong. Then she opened the toilet and sat down, her legs spread far wider than necessary. From this angle all I could see was her landing strip, and when she gave a little nod I knew what was expected. I knelt down to examine my meal.

Last time I had been perhaps six feet away, and the view had been spectacular. Now I was within one foot, and I knew why I'd agreed to her terms. Her pubes still paved the road to pleasure, but it had been a couple of days since she'd shaved, and dark stubble poked up all around her lips. The bright pink of her cunt shone against her pale thighs, and I thought I could see moisture at her opening.

Then she started to pee. I'd never seen a girl do it before, and it took me by surprise. Her flow was steady, the liquid a healthy pale yellow. But somehow it seemed like nothing that came out of her pussy could be all that bad. My dick, even so recently spent, twinged in a way that I hadn't expected.

Then she was done, and she stood quickly to close the lid, before sitting back down on its very edge, her knees pressed against the sides of the stall. 'Drink up.'

I could see droplets of pee. There was no getting away from that. But if that was the price... I started at the bottom, slipping my tongue inside her slightly: she was wetter than I had anticipated. My tongue coated in her arousal, I slipped it up one side of her lips and down the other, before returning to her entrance and working my way up to her clit. I didn't love the taste, but the idea of what I had done was potent. She wanted me to be a freak, and guess I could be.

'You fucking animal. You like that, don't you?' Then I sat up and pressed my lips to hers. She resisted less than I expected, parting them to let my tongue enter, with all the flavours of her cunt. It wasn't a kiss, really, but it was horribly erotic. Her eyes were much brighter as I pulled away than I'd seen them before. 'Eat my cunt. Make me cum.'

That wasn't a hard command to obey. With perhaps more enthusiasm than skill, I lapped at her well like a man dying of thirst. Eventually I settled on her clit, and for the first time I felt her touch me in what felt like an organic way as she pulled my head tighter into her crotch. 'Do it, yes, eat my pissy cunt you freak.'

Since she'd started a bit of extra touching, I raised one of my hands and ran a finger through her slit before pushing it in deep. She shuddered at that, and I added a second, fingering her roughly as my tongue ran circles around her clit. 'Yes, fucking, yes!' Her insults lost their steam as she rose to orgasm, and I felt her walls spasm around my fingers as she lost control. We held that pose as she climaxed, until she pushed me away as she came back down. Then, most surprising of all, she tousled my hair gently before standing and pulling her jeans and panties back up.

'Well, that beats wiping. But I really do need to be going.' I stood too, my dick still free from my jeans and standing at full attention again.

Her look was half pitying, half mocking. 'I'll leave you to deal with that.'

***

he did WHAT?

i swear to god it was the hottest thing i've ever seen

like he actually drank your piss?

sort of? just the stuff you'd wipe

but still! how did you find this guy?

to be fair he found me

anyone can walk in on someone in the bathroom. you're the one who decided to make him cream his pants.

i thought that would be the end of it! then next thing i know he's waving his dick in my face

and you decided to suck him off!

well i didn't want cum on my shirt

you feral slut. glad you finally found someone who can keep up xoxo

***

What's the freakiest thing you've done with a chick?

Whoa, good afternoon to you too

Sorry, weird day

Must have been. Umm, I'll normally eat their ass if they ask, and this one chick got me to eat her out after I nutted in her. Thought that one would be worse than it was honestly

Jeepers, that might actually be worse

Than?

Ok, so, Saturday night

When you sprayed yourself with a hose so I'd pity you enough to call it a night?

Well here's the thing. I walked in on a chick pissing at one point, got a good look at her pussy

Nice

Yeah, but then she finds me in the kitchen later and decides to jack me off into my jeans, then wipes her hand on my shirt

Oh shit, you were hiding the evidence?

Yup

Decent thinking. Please tell me your pants weren't full of cum the whole drive home though

No comment

Jesus. So how does that lead to today?

Well turns out this chick is in my physics lecture, and maybe I followed her into the bathroom afterwards

Stalker much?

You weren't there in the kitchen man. Weird energy.

Right, fair

So the plan is just to repay the favour, jizz on her shirt or something

You should not be putting this in writing

Any other chick this conversation would be a call from a holding cell. But she's crazy man, just let me do it and talked shit the whole time

So you just nutted on her in the bathroom?

Well, no, as I was about to she popped my dick in her mouth and swallowed

You parlayed that into a blowjob? Fucking hell I gotta meet this chick

Just wait. Afterwards she says she still has to pee and wants me to lick her clean

Well fuck that's me clean beat

I dunno

You drank her piss dude

Probably rather drink girl piss than cum

What a fucking chat. So what's next then?