Get this floor cleaned and get a visitor

You're honestly too horny to do anything but fuck and laze around today. More weed can wait for a little later, but you don't want all that urine on the floor to funk up the place, it's already starting to dry and you know it'll smell ranker than usual.

You idly thumb through your contacts and wonder which piss whore to call up. Most of the names on your list have a picture attached and about half have a 'p' after their name to show they like to taste the golden dragon. You pause on a name 'Melody' with a picture of a pretty, mid to late 20's black girl with a mass of braids for hair and a shinning-wet, **** smile.

The fuck is this bitch? You actually put in effort to peer more closely at the background of the photo to see red carpet with a golden design on it. You rack your sobering brain for a minute before you remember this slut. You'd gone with a friend Baxter to a Chinese restaurant because he had some weird munchies and one of his dealers worked in the kitchen. The place was a huge buffet attached to one of the local malls and it let girls come in to solicit donations. One affect of this is that gorgeous skanks had a habit of congregating at the entrances and offering to pay for your meal if you gave them a load or just to suck you while you ate. You and Baxter had turned down the insistent offers of multiple girls while you entered and had instead been comped a meal thanks to Baxter's contact and the fact you donated a load each to a cute, Asian waitress who'd been on break.

But the fact you'd turned down some sluts at the entrance didn't deter the ones already in the restaurant. You'd heard a few times that the place had an orgy in one section every day of the week and that had been true that day too. There had been some loud fucking going on in one corner of the restaurant and you'd been idly jacking off under the table when a couple of girls approached you and offered to blow you under the table.

You'd refused because you'd had to piss (too much Sprite) and had excused yourself, knowing you could find another female hole to use just as easily when you got back. While Baxter enjoyed the girl who'd offered to him, the back girl who'd propositioned you had gotten a hungry, **** look on her face when you'd mentioned you were going to the bathroom and leaned in close to whisper that she could take of you there too.

True to her word, you didn't even have to use the urinal and the chocolate beauty had dropped to her knees and engulfed your semi-stiffy before the bathroom door had even closed.

You frankly didn't care what race the girl milking your load or drinking your piss was as long as she was hot and you got to cum, but you had to admit you hadn't had any chocolate lately and your pasty ass had a little fetish for fit, black girls. You decided to text her.

'Lkin for specl dz?' you sent out.

??? Who this?' came back.

'Guy u drnk in restrnt. u wr thrst. wer cull with spcl dose' you replied, wondering if you should just text a girl you actually knew and wouldn't have explain your connection to.

'u kss me?' you got back. Since 'kissing the golden dragon' or 'tasting the golden dragon' were euphemisms for drinking piss, if you 'kissed' or 'tasted' a slut, you fed her piss. It was one way of keeping the law off you back. Even if they struggled to really enforce the 'no drinking piss' law, you still didn't want to deal with it.

'if u wnt' you sent back

''whr u at?' 'Melody' replied back. You sent your address and got, 'yay :) gv me 15!!!'

You replied 'k' and puttered around the house for a few minutes. You ate a bowl of cereal, got yourself some drinks to put on the end table next to the couch and were just about to decide between starting a game on your console or messaging a dealer when you heard rapid knocks at your door.

Opening the door, you were treated to a vision, her hair was down and straightened past her shoulders almost to the middle of her back and she wore a dazzlingly white grin. She looked like a tall girl, towering over your 5'6" in a simple pair of pink tennis shoes and a pink g-string. Over her upthrust, gravity-defying rack she wore a matching, pink tank top that was more like a wide strip of lace ribbon and just as thick. she looked like a good D-cup and the top looked ready to pop off her if she breathed too deeply.

"Hi!" She stated, squirming in place with anticipation while she introduced herself. "I'm Melody, it's nice to see you again, uh...." her enthusiasm and smile faltered as she realized she didn't know your name. You had the thought that that was kind of funny. A gorgeous woman, dressed like a stripper, had shown up to a stranger's house just because of a few texts and the chance to drink some piss.

"It's Ben." you state easily while gesturing to the now mostly sticky floor. "Help yourself."

Melody's eyes go wide with need and she breathes out in a husky, grateful tone, "Thank you so much!" as she drops to all fours and licks at the caked piss puddle like the floor is a giant lollipop.

"No problem," you state as you walk back to your couch and plop yourself down. "I'll be playing games over here if you get thirsty again." You don't think she's paying attention to you anymore as making little sounds of pleasure as she licks away. Judging by the expression on her face, she's already good and doped up by now.

Sitting down, you just start loading a save file of 'Shooter Madness Twisted Mystic: The Farsong' one of your favorite, puzzle-dungeon-mystery-shooters when you hear another knock at your door.

You're scared for a moment that someone snitched on you and called the cops on inviting a piss whore around, but relax when you hear a smoky, bored voice say "Ben, I know you're in there. C'mon! It's Wendy!"

Wendy was a very pretty, busty goth girl with pale skin and ink-black dyed hair. She actually lived several blocks away in a small house she rented and worked from home as...something. But she came by roughly once a week because she didn't get out much and your relatively sedentary lifestyle meant you were not hard to track down. You honestly had a crush on her shortly after you met her and you had a slight suspicion she knew that. She wasn't as enthusiastic as other girls (which hurt her with gathering donations), but she could slut it up with the best of them in the looks department and fucked like she was on camera.

In addition, you had to admit that one of the reasons you liked her is that despite being just as **** as the average woman and willing to engage in pretty much any act required to get a guy off, unlike other women, she didn't pretend to like it. You remembered more than one time she blew you with a grimace on her face the whole time. The way she'd almost gagged while she choked down a load had always been cute to you.

You were already unzipping your fly and whipping out your cock when you moved to open the door. Wendy was looking around the area with a worried expression, but quickly schooled it to her usual indifference when she saw you.

One of your more egghead friends had once described her as an 'Edgar Allen Poe wet dream' and you had to agree. Once your friend explained it to you. She was bustier than Melody and you thought she might be a Double-D. Her outfits were often showcasing her heaving cleavage with every breath and wonderful, hourglass figure. Her skin was flawless, smooth, porcelain head to toe and her ass a delicious, bubbled, perfection that rippled erotically when impacted. You knew firsthand. She accented her looks by wearing dark lipstick and eye-shadow which highlighted her dark eyes and lush lips that were often licked by her studded tongue. You always found blowjobs from her had a touch more interest to you simply from the contrast of her warm, pliant tongue against the hard, metal jewelry.

Today she was wearing an outfit that by today's standards would be considered modest. She had on an off-the-shoulder, black, minidress with a hem that just barely covered the lower curves of her ass as long as she kept her hands down and a black pair of boots that went halfway up her toned calves and looked like they belong in the military. Her hair was gathered into an elegantly mussed ponytail and she had a hint of desperation in her voice when she addressed you.

"Ben! Hey," she looked at him with a tense expression that you could tell she was trying to keep even. "you got a dose for me right now?"

You didn't make any effort to disguise the fact you were ogling her head to toe and spoke mostly to her chest. "Hey Wendy. How are you?" You had an idea of what was going on, but wanted to make her admit it and maybe squirm a bit. Just because you spent a significant amount of your time stoned, didn't mean you couldn't play stupid for your own amusement.

She didn't make any move to cover herself or discourage your lecherous gaze, but her expression was getting more tense and her voice was cracking and wavering a little as she responded. "Oh, you know, working, making dinner, keeping occu...occ...busy with things. Just thought I haven't seen you in a while."

You quirked an eyebrow at that. While you had a crush on her, it was not hard to see that you were not her favorite person in return. "What's up Wendy? Just came by to chat?"

Wendy reached for your mostly limp erection and with one, soft, warm hand fondled and gently tried to stir some life back into your penis. "Look, I just came by to see if you had a dose ready for me. I'm not using any subt...subter..." When she couldn't get the word out, her expression fell at that point and she looked about ready to cry.

"Wendy?" you asked somewhat concerned. You may have been more interested in this girl's looks and especially her holes, but you were also kinda fond of her as cold and indifferent as she usually was to you. Just because her primary focus to you was her body, didn't mean there was some part of you that didn't want to be affectionate to her. "What's going on? How badly do you need a dose?"

Her voice rose at that, "I'm getting stupider, alright?! I almost forgot my password to my computer and I just spent an hour proofreading two paragraphs where I misspelled almost every word!" she genuinely started to cry at that point. a few tears leaving her eyes and leaving dark tracks down her beautiful face. "I couldn't spell 'egg'." she whispered with a broken tone. She tried to rein herself in and wiped the few tears that had escaped and clung from her quivering chin. "Let me just...let's just do this, please?"

She looked almost pathetic as she started to kneel down in your doorway and you had to admit, seeing her kind of broken did make you a bit hornier. When you stepped back and out of the grasp of her still fondling hand, "The fuck!? C'mon, I'll do anything! Just..." Now she did look pathetic as her shoulders slumped and a few more tears escaped. "I don't want to be like those girls in the hospital beds." she whispered brokenly and looked at you imploringly. "Please?"

Holy fuck, her desperation was making you hard. You were going to give her a load anyway, but you wanted to find out some things first. "Can I blow my load in your pussy?"

"Huh?" she hiccuped quizzically from her kneeling position on the floor as she raised her head to you. Realizing the implications of that question, she seemed to brighten up a bit. "Ummm..." she glanced at your rising boner and that seemed to decide her. "yeah, sure!" The busty goth smiled hopefully at you.

"Anal?" you pressed on.

She hesitated for a moment, but spent several seconds staring at your cock and then seemed to give in. Rolling her eyes slightly, she answered with, "However you want me." Then as an afterthought, "But, you have to finish in my mouth!"

You scoffed at that. You already had this skank bent over figuratively, you decided to bluff to make sure it would be literal too. "C'mon Wendy. I'm already giving you a sweet deal, if you can't take it the way I want to give it, get out. Nicer, sluttier girls will jump at the chance. and I've got about fifty of them in my phone!"

Moving to your phone and starting to actually thumb through your contacts list, Wendy looked panicked and genuinely frightened as you scrolled through them. "Wait!" she called out. You paused and looked at her impassively. "I'm...I'm sorry for being a bitch. You can finish wherever you want to. I'll just scoop...it...out and...eat...it." she stated with a disgusted grimace.

'Sweet' you thought with a smug smile. "Cool." you stated, marching back to your couch and plopping down. "I'm going to get back to my game. You can get naked and start sucking."

Wendy's expression darkened a bit at that, but it was only momentary and she stood up and closed your door as she approached. She sneered and muttered something that sounded like 'disgusting whore' as she stepped gingerly around Melody. The black girl was humming in pleasure as she fingered herself wildly and took long, luxurious licks of the floor for what little piss was left. The floor was almost sparkling clean at this point after getting a very literal spit-shine. You'd almost forgotten she was there during the exchange between you and Wendy.

The goth shrugged off her skintight dress and unlaced her boots, placing both neatly by a chair and hanging her dress over the back. You were almost completely hard at the site of her huge tits bouncing provocatively and defying gravity with every step. Thanks to the supplemental women took, most attractive women had no (or nearly no) sagging to tits and ass. Bodies stayed as tight and perky at 40 as they were at 19. As she peeled her tiny, black thong with a slight 'snap' over her amazing ass and down her long, graceful legs and tossed it with a flick of her wrist to join her dress, she glanced around your apartment and then at the grimy carpet at your feet.

"Ummm, got a pillow or something I can kneel down on?" she asked with a touch of her standard bitchy tone gaining life in her voice.

You just grunted and shrugged as you stated to play.

She took the cushion from the chair holding her dress and positioned it between your feet before taking position herself. She gave a slightly timid, "Thank you." as she undid your pants fully and pulled them down and off before leaning forward and engulfing your rod in her hot mouth, tongue already in motion. You were pretty used to girls sucking you off, but you had to admit Wendy was kinda special to you. Her BJ skills were average, but your affection for the slut meant it took her less effort (generally) to turn you on and get you off.

That was true today as well, and while you did your best to solve puzzles, logic through the game and blow away enemies, Wendy did her best to blow you. You took your time progressing through the game, but couldn't resist pausing the game every so often to watch the mussy, dyed-black ponytail bouncing in time with the steady slurping rising from your lap. Seeing a girl you liked at your feet and facedown in your lap brought a smile to your face. Wendy looked up occasionally to gauge how close you were, and when you caught her eye, you couldn't help throwing her a wink. She didn't seem to react and just kept sucking away like a trooper.

Her head had been bobbing in your lap for about half an hour before you felt the familiar tingle in your hairy scrotum that told you it was almost time. You figured you'd be nice for the first round and let Wendy swallow at her own pace. Mostly. Feeling the tingle rise, you paused the game and put both hands on the back of her head, pushing her down and getting an erotic 'glargk' as the head of your cock pushed against her gag reflex. "Here it comes you cunt." you groaned as the curvaceous goth looked up at you pleadingly.

It was seconds later that you started shooting away and her eyes widened. Her throat worked to swallow every drop and you reveled in the feeling of her tongue piercing tapping your shaft with her efforts. When you were done several seconds later, you relaxed your grip on her skull and she started to sit up. She didn't get far though as you applied pressure and pushed her back down, keeping your meatstick snugly hilted in her wet, warm gob. "Keep going." you ordered.

She gave a questioning and slightly alarmed 'mmmm?' around your cock as she looked up at you. The vibration felt amazing on your cock. You figured you could play a little hardball with her and met her gaze with a steady, unamused expression. "If you stop sucking. If you don't keep blowing me until I tell you to stop, I will kick you out and get a more eager slut to give my loads to. Is that understood bitch?"

Her eyes widened with a bit of fear while she moaned 'mmm-hhmmm, mmmm-hmmm!' and her head resumed bobbing in your lap with much more energy. Her tongue too suddenly got a burst of life and started swirling and massaging your shaft and head with vigor.

"Much better, slut." you murmured in appreciation as you settled back in the couch and resumed your game with a patronizing pat on her head. You didn't see the eye roll or tear sneak out of the corner of her eye a few seconds later, but you probably wouldn't have cared anyway.

While you played and Wendy sucked away, you spared a glance at your other guest, she was finger-pounding her pussy almost angrily with animal grunting and could barely be heard over your game, but you knew eventually her high would wear off and you'd have to deal with her. You didn't really want to have to get up and walk all the way to the bathroom to take a leak or piss all over the dark skinned whore and make her clean it up again. And you didn't want to turn Wendy into a piss whore. She could be a bitchy cunt, but you were sorta sweet on her. Honestly, you just wanted to sit here all day and play games while Wendy milked loads out of you and Melody drained your bladder. Then again, you let your eyes wander over the goth slut's spectacular body. Big tits, thick, round ass, a body begging for you to plow to your heart's content. You could think of several positions you wanted to **** this slut in.

Or maybe something else.

What to do? What to do?