This story contains the barest hint of pee and unclean bottom fetishes. If this is not your cup of tea, I'd suggest looking elsewhere.
A little background before I get to my story:
I have a very colorful imagination. Filthy some might say. I can't help it. I am almost always making my way in the world in a dense haze of sexual fantasy, imagining a host of depraved things I'd do to this woman here or the woman across the street. The things they might do to me or that we might do together. Imagining what she might look like naked right here and right now. Not the way you might do when you're trying to get comfortable speaking in public. More like having the chat we're having right now, here in the park, but you are naked, and fingering your ass. I wonder how this other woman might react positively (or negatively) if I were to slide my hand up her inner thigh to caress her ass, or what she might taste like. I'm not interested in what my fantasy woman might do. That's pretty boring. I'm talking about "her", right now and in whatever state she is in. If she was horny; if she had been working out; if she was frustrated with her boss; or if she just had a regular day. If her panties were very dirty or pristine soft white cotton, or a thong that she'd worked out in.
To be clear, none of these imaginary scenarios surface in the real world. Like most other people, I am able to control my impulses and I have no desire for anyone to participate in something they don't want to do.
Sometimes however, when these sorts of thoughts were especially intense, the object of my lusty curiosity would sort of stop in her tracks, look around and eventually make eye contact with me. Often she might blush, or have a look of bewilderment, disgust, awkwardness and rarely, a smirk or open smile. I generally found that eye contact to be a little uncomfortable, like I'd been caught at something. And then, feeling awkward myself, I would break eye contact and she would walk off. I never gave any real thought to whether those looks had anything to do with what I was fantasizing about. In rare moments of magical thinking however, I sometimes wondered.
As it turns out though, I've become pretty certain that I have an "ability"; one that I'm still figuring out. So far, I believe that I can "aim" this "thing", this "power(?) at specific people and let them "read" my mind. That's not quite right though. They don't
know
that they're reading my mind. It's more like I can stream specific thoughts and imagery directly to them in such a way that as far as they know, the thought originated with them. So, I guess I don't "let"' them read my mind, I sort of "write" into their mind.
Funny thing is, it doesn't go both ways, that is, I can't read the minds of others. The best analogy I've come up with so far is that it's using an iPhone to randomly airdrop a dick pic in an airport. You would know that you sent it but you never know how the recipient is going to receive it. In my case though, I know who's getting the "pic" so I can watch for a reaction.
Based on facial expression and body language, it seems that the way they feel about my thoughts is often pretty much how they would ordinarily respond. They don't automatically want what I want. Instead, and from my perspective far more interesting, they look confused and sometimes maybe a little disgusted. The best part is that despite this true response to the imagery, even if they are clearly revolted by or uncomfortable with the idea, many are a lot more open to investigating and indulging these thoughts than I would have guessed. More often than not, a little small talk and just being my usual charming self is enough to make a connection. Sometimes, a bit of sustained eye contact can be enough to get the ball rolling. Less frequently, they shake off the thought and the whole thing lands flat without going anywhere. It's pretty interesting.
I can't tell if my thoughts come with a strong impulse or it taps into an innate, or perhaps suppressed desire but it does seem to encourage curiosity and reduce inhibitions. Or maybe it's just that my level of pervyness is infectious. The result, in any case, is that they often allow themselves to indulge this impulse instead of suppressing it as they normally would. Whatever the cause, I tend to enjoy the outcomes and so far, everybody who joins in seems to enjoy themselves in the end.
How did this happen; how does it work; when did it start? I really have no idea but I do know when I became aware that something was going on. It was several years ago and I'm still learning about what I can do with it.
I tend to be very skeptical about farfetched ideas. So, it might have taken me longer to catch on than it would have for other folk. The first time I really suspected something was afoot was late in my freshman year of college, I found myself dating this beautiful coed named Carisha. She was a year ahead of me but for some reason, we really hit it off. Carisha is gorgeous! With dark brown hair, a clear and direct (maybe a little daring) gaze in a lovely deep olive complexion with deliciously smooth skin and a suspiciously mischievous smile. She had big firm tits, wide hips, long and strong athletic legs and an ass to die for. Apart from being beautiful to look at, she was a joy to spend time with. A quick wit, funny, direct, open hearted and kind. On this particular date we were kissing and groping in my room and I couldn't help yearning for her to sit on my face with my nose buried in the crack of her ass. I hadn't asked her to do this but I knew I would eventually. The desire was too strong. So very intense that I sort of willed that she would know what I wanted her to do and just do it.
While our tongues wrestled and I was deep in that sexy fantasy, Carisha's eyes opened and looked right into my eyes for almost half a minute before I felt her lips smile around my tongue. Still, with her deep brown eyes drilling into my soul, she pulled back just enough to say: "I need your mouth on my pussy right now". With that, we both jumped up and shucked off our few remaining garments. She had me lay down on the bed and then got down on her hands and knees at my head.
Leaning over, she dragged her breasts across my face and then back to let me kiss each of her nipples. She gave me a kiss, looked me in the eye one more time, this time with an obvious hint of nervousness, scooted forward on her knees and lowered her crotch onto my face. I couldn't believe my luck. I now had a mouthful of the prettiest, most delicious pussy I'd ever experienced. Bonus, I was able to enjoy the sights and smells of her tight little asshole. I pulled my feet in to lift my knees and she grabbed them for support as she began to grind down onto my face. I reached around with my right hand to caress her lower back and the top of her ass and then relocated to fondle one of her breasts and to roll her nipple between my fingers. With my left hand, I began lazily stroking my cock while Carisha's breathing deepened and she moaned with pleasure above me.
It really wasn't very long before she came very hard, squirting a little pee into my mouth while I watched her ass wink at me. As she came down from her orgasm, she let go of my knees but remained seated. She reached back and spread her cheeks apart; an obvious invitation which urged me to press my face more deeply between her thighs and press my nose firmly up against her spicy little butthole. Sensing she wanted more, I continued with my meal.
At this point I was in heaven and found my way to the edge very quickly. Now, when I'm on the edge of cuming, I become a different person, with all sorts of unusual and frankly unexpected desires rising up inside me. On this occasion, I was feeling a bit vulnerable, and submissive and I wanted nothing more than for this sexy woman to slide forward a little bit and make me eat her ass.
I had learned from past experiences however, that this suggestion is not always received in generous spirit that it is offered. Not wanting to spoil a good thing with Carisha I took the "bird in the hand" approach. I enjoyed what was in front of me, and kept my pervy desires to myself for the time being. After a few minutes though, I felt her start to move her whole body but she somehow telegraphed nervous hesitancy. She started by hugging my knees to her chest, pressing her tits into my thighs and then leaning back while pulling my knees apart a bit. She did this a few times, synchronized with what her hips were doing on my face. Almost like she was rowing a boat. And then she leaned forward and grabbed my ankles and scooched forward on my face until her asshole was right there and then she subtly pressed herself down onto my mouth and whispered, "taste it".
Stunned, I lay there for a moment just breathing her in. She wiggled her ass encouragingly and I began to make out with her butthole. She tasted fantastic ;bitter, earthy and a little funky. I was in a delirious plane between what was actually happening and a fugue state of fantasy possibilities.
