Author’s note: The following story contains very graphic scenes of hardcore male bisexual action, plus a variety of fetishes and weird stuff such as spitting, squirting, urolagnia, smoking, semenology, light crossdressing, rough sex and humiliation.

Public announcement: Smoking kills, but so do driving, drinking, sneezing, breakdancing, walking and a whole bunch of other activities…but if you don’t have to smoke, please don’t. If you do…good luck quitting.

This is the direct continuation of chapters 1 and 2, so If you haven’t read those chapters…you’re screwed.

This chapter was posted a long time ago, but it contained some weird stuff that got even too weird for me, so I deleted it and then I banged my head very hard on a writer’s block and as a result I slipped into a writer’s coma.

But here I am again, with a revised version of chapter 3 of Leo’s hedonistic adventures. Believe it or not, most of this story is based on true events.

I hope you enjoy it.

And if you do enjoy it, let me know.

This one is for Liv.

1

It’s Monday. I don’t like Mondays. My ass is itchy, my muscles are sore and I am experiencing some major withdrawal symptoms. I miss Kari and Ken. I even miss Brit. Does this mean that I am a sexaholic? Sexaholic? I believe the correct term is sex-addict. I like sex. I love sex. Am I addicted to sex, or am I simply hyper-sexual? What’s the difference between the two? Is there a difference at all? Who cares? Do you care? I knowI don’t!

People do things, great things, terrible things, wonderful things and some very screwy things because of their raw, primal need for sex. Hmm, let’s see; during these past few days I helped my hot sex buddies control, abuse and humiliate my dear ex-girlfriend. Yep, I’m such a wonderful guy…a first class dick!

Oh shit! Brit!

I haven’t spoken to her since we left Kari and Ken’s place yesterday afternoon. I wonder why she let us use and humiliate her. Is she gonna be pissed at me? Fuck it. Why should I care about her feelings? She’s a big girl. But, I do care. My head is gonna explode if I think about this much longer.

I need a triple, no scratch that, I need a quadruple espresso to get me through the rest of this fucking workday. Naturally, we don’t have an espresso machine here at work, only some sort of piss coffee brewed by a giant of a man named Einar. For some reason Einar is at all times hovering around the coffee machine, probably guarding it with his life. Keeping my eyes on Einar’s red, bushy beard and his creepy smile, I gulp down a full mug of his barely caffeinated brewed piss and smile back at him. You know me well by now; I don’t mind drinking piss, but you have to at least fuck me first to get me in the mood.

“Good stuff,” I lie, feigning a smile.

“You’re welcome,” my co-worker Einar says in his usual cheerful gravelly voice and winks at me.

Poor, clueless, giant weirdo! He thinks he just made my day with his exquisite brew. I smile and leave the break room, then I remember that I have to put my phone away before I begin working.

Ping! I check my phone. I have a text message.

Brit: Coffee after work?

Me: 5:30. The new place near my house.

Brit: Smiley face.

Smiley face? That’s a good sign, I guess.

I’m about to put my phone in my locker when…Ping!

Brit: Sex after coffee?

Wow! I wasn’t expecting that one. This crazy chick is on fire. Oh well, here’s something to get excited about. Coffee, and sex afterwards; maybe? Wait a sec…really? Should I call Kari and ask for her permission or am I free to fuck Brit any time I want? I don’t know. Maybe? No; Kari won’t mind.

Me: Maybe.

Brit: Heart. Heart. Kissy face. Smiley pussycat. Lots of pussycats!

I’m such a fool. I expected Brit to be mad at me, or at least be ashamed of herself because of the events of these past few days; but I know Brit. She can be loving and horny one minute, and then turn totally cold and distant the next. Maybe she has changed. Has she? I don’t know; I guess I’ll figure out in a few hours. But now, I need to put away my phone and get to work. I have to push all the naughty, sex related thoughts out of my mind.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. Coffee, pussy, coffee, pussy, ass, ass, cock…

***

I am enjoying my strong, but smooth-as-velvet quadruple flat white. Sitting across the table from me, Brit is enjoying her cappuccino. She is wearing a light, pink jacket over a tight, white Hello Kitty T-shirt…and no bra. With her blue eyeshadow, thick, black eyelashes and pink lipstick, she looks like a spoiled, rich brat straight out of an Instagram post. She gives me half a smile as she fumbles nervously with a pack of cigarettes for a while until she finally takes one out and fires it with a lighter. I feel that she’s about to say something, so I wait for her to speak first. She takes a seductive drag off her cigarette and finally looks at me, sighing deeply. She looks so gorgeous and vulnerable as her eyes tear up and her lips begin to quiver like a little girl who has just lost her favorite doll.

“Do you…I mean…I,” she pauses for another draw on her cigarette. “What happened this weekend wasn’t real, was it?”

Oh boy. Here it comes; her regret and my punishment. I was a bad boy and such a fool to let my perverted new friends abuse this precious girl while I Watched…and participated. I’m guilty. Shame! Shame! Shame!

“Why?” I feign confusion, knowing pretty well what she is going through right now.

“I mean…well…I,” Brit mutters, staring at the table, at her fingernails, at anything and everything but me, then she starts to weep quietly.

Oh boy; here we go. She looks so fucking cute when she is helpless. I can torment her, but I won’t. I know where her frustration is coming from. She is essentially a good girl who has been through some unfortunate crap during her life. But then again, who goes through life without experiencing some sort of trauma?

Our parents put us through crap because their parents put them through crap and we’ll probably put our children through crap and they put their children through crap until the end of times. We are unkind to those who are good to us, because someone else has been unkind to us in the past.

“You’re worried that I think less of you, right?” I say softly with a comforting smile.

“Oh God!” she sighs. “Yes! Thank you. I didn’t know how to say it. I mean…everything that happened was…surreal! I mean, it felt like it wasn’t me doing all those filthy, stupid, wonderfully exciting things! What the fuck is wrong with me? I am a good girl, from a good family. I still go to church, well not all the time, but some…times. One minute I am me, the next I am being treated like a sex doll by the man I love and his friends; two complete strangers. Now I’m sitting here with you and I am crying…and I am so turned on that I am soaking wet down there at the same time!”

I found a few of Brit’s statements inconsistent with reality. Brit’s father is an asshole. Her mother is a closeted alcoholic with no backbone. Her good family is just a facade and as good as any other dysfunctional family. This good family thing is just a fictional, alternate reality that Brit is trying so hard to hang onto, and when reality clashes with fiction, she gets confused and angry.

“First off…you need to chil…lax!” I say calmly. “Let’s look at the facts. You tell me you love me. But do you? Really?”

“I do,” she says. “I truly do. I know my actions say otherwise, but I love you!”

“All right,” I say with a smile. “You say you come from a good family, but you know that your father is an a-hole, just like my father. He tried to break you, like mine did with me. Your dad controlled you, your mom and your brothers, then he left all of you for a younger woman, then he came back, was forgiven, but then…oops, he did it again! You, when you married a controlling man, it was the direct result of your father’s actions. You needed someone to fix. After you gave up on fixing your husband, you found me, and you started punishing me for the bad deeds of that very same someone you couldn’t fix. Am I right so far?”

Brit takes a sip from her cappuccino and nods.

“So now, you and I have a choice,” I continue. “We can either be like our fathers; we can be miserable and spread that misery just because it makes us feel bigger and holier than everyone else, or we can take responsibility for our own life and actions; in other words, enjoy what we have and who we are now, today. If you feel guilty when you’re truly happy, just because some hypocrite says you should feel guilty…well that’s just silly, isn’t it?”

Brit looks into my eyes as she draws on her cigarette, then blows a thin cloud of smoke through her sexy nostrils. The sad expression on her face has completely vanished, instead a lovely smile is gracing her gorgeous face.

“It’s time you take responsibility for your actions,” I add. “If you like doing something, then do it. I mean, what happened at Ken and Kari’s, nobody really forced you to do any of it. You could have left any time you wanted, but instead wanted to be dominated and get used, right?”

“I suppose so,” Brit says, blushing cutely.

“Being bossed around kinda set you free from your…inhibitions, from yourself. Didn’t it?”

“It…yeah,” Brit nods. “It did. I wanted…I needed it, I think.”

“And let me tell you something,” I say, smiling mischievously. “You are fucking awesome! I mean, you are an amazing woman, and when you let go of your fears and hangups…wow! You were amazing last night!”

“I have never loved you more than I do now,” she says, her voice emotional and shaky. “I mean…how old are you? Sometimes you talk like an old monk. You’ve always been this way, I know, that’s why I fell in love with you in the first place!”

Fuck old monks! I don’t like monks. I also don’t like monkeys. Ok. Too much thinking and pondering ain’t good for us. Let’s move it along and cut right into the action you’ve been waiting for:

Fastforward. We pay the bill, leave the coffee shop and…hey, look! There’s me:

Leaning back on my elbows on my bed while my feet are planted firmly on the floor and my ass rests on the very edge of the bed. On her knees in front of my spread legs, Brit is taking her time licking my balls. She has three fingers lodged firmly deep inside my clenching asshole. She drags her tongue over my balls and slowly up my shaft, then across my piss-hole before wrapping her lips around my throbbing stormtrooper-helmet-shaped cock-head. The force is strong with this one. She looks up and stares directly into my eyes and bats her full lashes before taking my twitching dick deeper into her sexy mouth. She moans and hums, making me shiver from the light vibration caused by her vocal chords.

“Fuck!” I gasp.

“Mmm,” Brit continues to hum.

She applies more pressure on my poor poopity-pooper with her fingers, then she puts her other hand on my pubes, pushing down firmly…and…there you go. That’s it. I begin to quiver when she curls her fingers upward deep inside me. My sensitive prostate gland tingles and I know that I am about to shoot my wad down her throat. She knows it too.

SPLUT! SPLAT! SPLUT!

I spurt load after load after load of thick cum into her mouth and down her throat. She makes absolutely no attempt to pull her mouth off my squirting dick.

Yodel-ay-hee-hoo! I’m done. No more cum to squirt. I grab Brit’s head with both hands and pull her face up and off of my crotch. What the heck? My slick dick is still hard! Bravo Junior! Moving swiftly, she climbs the bed, straddles me and impales her pussy down on my invincible shaft. I lean back on my elbows again and watch her cute body bounce up and down my rod. I grab her hot tits through her Hello Kitty shirt and squeeze hard, then discover her nipples and pinch them. Panting and moaning, she looks into my eyes once again and licks her lips. She bounces up and down very fast, then faster and faster, slamming her naked ass cheeks against my thighs.

SLAP! SMACK! SLAM! SCHLOP? Her cunt starts to twitch and…here comes the flood!

“PFUUUUCK!” she cries out as she falls backward, causing my dick to plop out of her convulsing, squirting cunt.

A warm burst of cloudy pussy juice, mixed with piss and whatnot splashes all over my chest and face as I watch Brit lose her balance and fall off the bed. Terrified, I grab onto her Hello Kitty shirt, but as she topples off the bed and down to the floor, her shirt rips aside and I fall flat on my back onto the bed. Bye-bye Kitty! Still holding onto a torn piece of Brit’s shirt, I sit up and look down, expecting to discover Brit shattered into pieces all over the floor.

“Oh my god!” Brit starts laughing. “Oh…I’m still coming! Oh shit, oh shit! Shit!”

Holy Jay-Zeus! Brit has landed on her back and shoulders with her ass and legs up against the bed. Her cunt is still twitching visibly, squirting upward like a possessed sprinkler, her juices splashing all over her tummy, her wobbling titties and her flushed face. She continues to squirt and laugh hysterically, so naturally I begin to laugh too. This is too fucking hot. I put my hands on the floor while my feet are still on the bed, then mount Brit’s crotch and shove my steel-hard rod inside her squishy twat with no effort whatsoever.

Time to do some push ups. One. Two. Three. I pump her sloshy slit like a motherfucker on speed. Brit arches her back and bucks her hips back at me. She is so sopping wet that I almost cannot feel my dick inside her, but I keep on fucking her like a champ. I look into her eyes and lower my lips onto hers. She bites my lips and clamps her legs around my hips. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. She kicks my butt cheeks with the sides of her feet. Then…BAM! I fall down on top of her.

“Ooh!” she whimpers and grabs my shoulder blades, then digs her fingers in so hard that I cry out in pain. What’s wrong with me? I like this pain; no: I love it!

I regain control of the situation, then ram my fuck-stick into her really hard.

“Ow!” she cries out as she bangs her head on the carpeted floor.

I am about to stop and apologize, but she wiggles her ass and uses her strong thighs to flip me over. Suddenly, she is on top of me! Straddling my shift-stick, she begins to ride me like a rodeo cowgirl.

Yee-haw! She slams her pussy up and down my pole, harder, faster, faster, faster. Up-down, slap-smack, squish-slosh. Oh, my balls! I’m in a very weird position; my legs are pressed together, and my testicles are being squeezed together. Now…oh, she’s crushing my balls every time she slams her pussy down…ugh! What do I do… what do I do? SMACK! I slap her butt, grab on to her shoulders, roll over to one side until I’m on top once again, then I pin her down to the floor. She whoops in surprise as I put my weight on top of her and slam my dick into her, rendering her completely helpless.

Your cute ass is mine, you sexy bitch! Fuckity-fuck!

“Fuuuuck meeeeee!” Brit urges me in a shaky voice. “Hard…errrrrr!”

I spit in her face, and then into her open mouth while I fuck her extremely hard. Why am I doing this and why does it feel so good? I don’t think it’s anger or rage or even revenge. I just really, really like doing this to her, but more importantly, she fucking loves it too; at least I think…no, I know so. I feel my cock grow as big and hard as a hentai monster-dick, then it throbs hotly as if it’s getting ready to spit electric cum and strike the most inner parts of Brit’s womb like a lightning bolt. I am Thor; the god of thunder. I am Leo; the raging lion. I am the evil Piccolo!

“Mmm…ngfffuck, oooooh,” Brit howls mindlessly.

Am I overdoing this? Fucking her too hard? Have I completely lost it? I don’t have a clue; I am not an expert in the art of sadism and masochism, and all these weird feelings and raw pleasures are completely new to me. I can tell by the lust-filled look in her eyes that she is at least as turned on as I am. So, I pump her squelching snatch as hard as I can as I keep on spitting, grunting and growling. Brit rolls up her eyes, gasps and rasps weakly as I pick up the pace of my thunderous thrusts.

“Gonna…come…sooooon!” Brit moans weakly. She cannot even scream anymore.

SLAM! There you go you sexy bitch, take this, and this and this…and holy shit! She screams, I mean tries to scream, but instead whines and rasps. Holy Ron Jeremy on a stick! Her pussy convulses, clutches my dick, squeezes and releases it, and now…she comes and comes and comes…then suddenly she closes her eyes and stops moving. Oh my god, I’ve fucked her to death!

“Hey!” I slap her cheek once. “Wake up!”

“Huh?” she whines weakly as she comes back to life. “Wha…wha…eh…fuck hap…pened?”

“You passed out,” I say, then spit in her face again just for fun.

“Stop it!” she complains and tries to get up, but I spit on her again and resume fucking her.

“Fuck!” she gasps as I pin her down again and slam-slam-slam my hard cock into her pussy like a rogue jackhammer.

“Wow…oh…oh…god,” she chants breathlessly as I continue pumping her squishy kitty.

I feel something is about to happen. Either my dick is about to fall off, or I am about to come, or possibly both. I cannot tell anymore. SQUISH! SPLASH! SQUIRT! Something is squirting something out of somewhere. Someone is coming. Is it Brit? Is it me? Oh shit! It’s both of us. She is coming again? Hot damn, diggity dang…yeah!

We both groan and pant as we climax, then we stop moving and I fall flat on top of her hot, sweaty body. I am not sure if my dick is still attached to my crotch. I have to check. One more push up, pull it out and yeah…Junior is still there. Barely alive, and he looks kinda angry at me, but my best bud is alive. Hallelujah!

Lying on the bed next to each other, Brit is enjoying her cigarette and I enjoy watching her smoke. She picks up a torn piece of her shirt from the bed, wipes her soaking wet pussy with the picture of Hello Kitty, then throws it at my face and laughs like a naughty little girl. This is a very intimate moment, one that we should have had as a couple when we were officially together, but we never did. Her butt-cheeks and tits still have my hand prints on them, and she has never ever looked so utterly satisfied and happy.

“I think you broke my plumbing,” she laughs wholeheartedly.

“Don’t blame it on me,” I say. “You had a leaky faucet and a burst sprinkler pipe before I even touched your plumbing.”

Brit bursts into laughter. I laugh too.

“I think I just peed a little!” Brit announces giddily, and then proceeds to piss even more on my bed.

I begin to slap her pussy, first lightly and then a bit harder. Brit’s pulsating cunt lips are all puffed up and red. Droplets of cunt juice and piss spray all over the place as I smack those swollen lips really fast and very hard. Brit’s mouth is open, her thighs are shaking, her nipples are hard and knotted, her bulging clit is erect and twitching like a miniature cock, her eyes are on fire…this chick is out of control.

Splat. Splash. Squish. Scream. Squeal.

Brit cannot stop gushing cum and spraying piss all over me, all over herself and all over my poor mattress. I look at her sizzling hot face. She looks delirious. When all the coming and pissing and squirting and twitching and growling and grunting and panting finally stops, she lights up another cigarette and puffs away slowly and seductively while I watch her for a few moments.

“When you’re done smoking your cigarette,” I say to her as I walk toward the bathroom, “dry yourself up and go home. You can shower at your own place.”

“Wha…?”

“You heard me,” I insist. “Find yourself a towel and a shirt. I want you gone by the time I’m done taking my shower.”