Filthy Memoirs of a Filthy Leopard #2: Watersports

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#2 of Filthy Memoirs

Hey guys and gals, we're back with another entry from this dirty, dirty leopard, Adrian Worthy! This time he recalls one of his dirtiest and most interesting kinks: watersports! For those of you who don't know, watersports has to do with either pissing on, or being pissed on, by your partner.

Thus, if that is a real turn off, or if you are grossed out by that, the Back button is located up there!Disclaimer: I do not share all of the kinks that I will be posting in this series (although I do like a few, but I will keep that a secret, feel free to PM me if it's just eating away at you)!

Oh! And allow me to clarify: I do not bash anyone for any of their kinks. What turns you on, turns you on; that's great! I use the modifier "filthy" in a positive way: we've all got that one kink that, no matter how we try to analyze it, really gets our gears working and makes that cumshot arc a little higher, be a little more thick, and a be a little tastier!

You've been warned <3

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Filthy Memoirs from a Filthy Leopard #2: Watersports

I'll just be honest with this one: I don't know why I like it. Maybe it's the whole "totally submissive leopard bitch" that I am that loves being pissed on. I dunno, guys. Maybe I like the idea of being marked by a guy's musky urine, smelling like him; belonging to him for days until the odor finally leaves my fur; garnering curious looks and sniffs as I walk down the hall to class; the others can sense something but they can't quite put the pieces together; all the while I'm glad I'm not wearing sweatpants!

Ah... it's just so fuckin' hot; a guy standing over you, legs spread, cock in his hand; his head thrown back with his eyes closed and he's cooing as he relieves himself upon you; you're lying down like you're sunbathing, propped up on your elbows; mouth agape, tongue out; watching as he pisses all over you: in your mouth, on your crotch, your face, eyes, chest; your fur dark and damp, slightly sticky, smelling great as you wallow around on the ground; perfuming yourself; letting him know that you're his and only his... at least until you stop smelling like him!

Then you take his huge cock and blow his brains out; guzzling down his cum, mixed with a little of his piss; runny and slimy; muskier than ever; coating your tongue and the back of your throat as his balls smack against your drenched chin with a wet fwap, fwap, fwap.

Then guy number two steps up and he can't very well mark your body as you've already been marked, so what does he do? Shoves it right up your ass and goes to town! Nothing hotter than feeling him filling me up; my ass full to bursting, squirting out his piss each time he thrusts into me; hair falling in wet clumps; nose full of urine; eyes stinging a little; mouth dry from the salt; breath musky; throat burning; my cock already having expended a few loads and now blowing a few more; his crotch receiving a back-spurt of his own urine as he fucks me; then he forces me to clean him up while keeping his urine inside me; pressing my muzzle against his crotch; making me sniff him and lick him clean; sucking his scented balls while he rubs his cock onto my face; my cheeks, between my eyes; on my nose; taking in deep breaths 'cause I can't get enough.

There was this one guy, a freshman, who was really fucked up. He was a... God, what was it? Either a stag or an antelope, I can't remember. He knew what I was into the moment he passed me in the hallway a few years back. I wish he was still here. He followed me into the bathroom, cornered me, and thrust me into the stall; he didn't even let me undress, he unzipped his fly and unzipped his bladder, relieving himself; I gotta say, I was a little angry and embarrassed to have to walk back to class with damp clothes, but there was something hot about it. He gave me his number and told me to meet me in his dorm later, or else. Naturally I went, still wearing the same odorous clothes that he had scented earlier. When I arrived he let me in. He was naked. His cock was a bright red and really veiny. He'd told me after our little encounter earlier that he had been drinking water all day and he was ready to give me a drink. My mouth instantly opened, but no, he wanted to do something else. He had a few red SOLO cups and, like pouring a beer from a tap, ducked one under his flaccid cock and let himself go. That continued on for two more cups.

After that he beckoned me over and stood up suddenly, taking me by surprise. His piss sloshed out of the cup he was holding but that was fine. He grabbed my neck and forced me backwards, shoving the cup to my lips. He said that if so much as one drop spilled, that he wouldn't fuck me later. With a cock that huge, I couldn't pass that up. He tipped the cup back, keeping a firm hold on my throat and forced me to down it like I was chugging a beer. My eyes burned and shed a few tears; that seemed to turn him on. He started humping at my thigh as he dropped the now empty cup and made me bring him the other two. Keeping me pressed against the wall, his arm across my throat and one of his legs between mine, cupping and crushing my balls and forcing my cock upwards against the groin of my jeans, he tipped back number two. I gagged a little and coughed, and some of his piss dribbled down my chin onto his arm. He didn't seem to notice. His violet eyes were fiery with desire, his mouth was a white crescent of depraved satisfaction.

I didn't get to drink cup number three. He did that himself with the skill of someone who can drink an entire mug of beer in one gulp. It disappeared down his gullet in a second. His breath was sour and musky as he forced his mouth against mine, quickly undoing my pants and yanking them down. He called me a few harsh words, faggot, queer, piss loving whore, but that turned me on. I fell to my knees and buried my muzzle in his crotch.

I never got his name. He got busted for having weed in his dorm a few weeks later and was kicked out. I can't reach him by phone; if any of you guys know him, give him my number at XXX-XXX-XXXX.