Fiesta Part One

No one knows why she liked to be sodomised by animals.
It began when she was eating a sandwich, mayonnaise dripped from the sandwich onto her left knee. Her cat, who has chosen to remain nameless, licked it off. She shuddered, she hadn’t been fucked for a while, then she walked up to her room and began to masturbate. When she came, she lifted her head from the pillow, to see her cat sat at the end of the bed, not exactly leering at her but it was still enough to give her the heady sensation of someone who had been caught out. Over the next few weeks, when she was alone in the house, she doused her fingers in mayonnaise and let her cat lick it off which in turn saw her begin to masturbate in the kitchen, on the sofa or anywhere else in the house her cat may be. Strangely, no one in the house noticed an unhealthy amount of mayonnaise being consumed.
After one particular session of having mayonnaise licked off her hands, she was laid on her bed when her cat jumped on her stomach. She had two fingers inside her and her thumb rubbing on her clit. As her cat landed, its claws dug deep into her stomach and the shock combined with excitement of the pain, she came with a violent lurch that saw the cat jump into her bedroom wall. For the days after that she would invite her cat to walk along her stomach while she got herself off, her cats claws were short enough that they didn’t pierce the skin but it still left footmarks. On the Friday night, yet another destined to be a solitary exercise since both her Mother and brother had new partners that they were respectively besotted with, she decided to smoother her breasts in mayonnaise and let the cat lick it off while it walked on her stomach. She began screaming as the first orgasm drowned the fingers inserted inside of her and by the fourth she was shaking uncontrollably and didn’t need to manipulate her clitoris anymore.
I met her on my birthday, she was sat in a bar on her own and I walked in on my own. I stood and ordered a drink and stared, she was intoxicating but it wasn’t that, I had seen her before. She had worked in the newsagents around the corner from my old flat. I’d never spoken to her just bought fags, booze and phone credit and grinned like a schoolgirl during these transactions. I selected a seat that wasn’t exactly opposite her, but close enough so that I could make sure she would see me looking. After a lager, another lager and three phone calls from the people I was meant to be meeting later, she looked up and saw me smiling. It was a Cheshire smile I was throwing her, one that is so inconceivably unattractive that you’d need to be desperate or patient to believe it isn’t someone gurning.
She rose from her seat, her skirt wasn’t as slutty as I would have hoped but you could see her legs were shapely and created an hourglass figure that was immediately admired by the other men in the bar. I turned my head to watch her walk past me, when she stopped next to my stool and began to speak.
“Cecil, isn’t it?” She enquired, while throwing a knowing smile my way.
“Yes, how do you know?” I stuttered in an elated response.
“I always check the names on the cards of the cute guys, you did come to the newsagents didn’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah I did. For three years but i’ve just moved to the other side of town.”
“I noticed you hadn’t been in for a while. I was starting to miss you.”
“Really?”
“No, you’re just cute that’s all. So, you going to buy me a drink?”
“To be honest, it’s my birthday and i’m just about to leave to meet me friends.”
“No you’re not. If you were going to leave then it would have been before your last night. You’ve been looking at me for ages now and I figured you wouldn’t dare come to me so I came to you. I guess I have to buy the drinks though as it is your birthday.”
She came back clutching what appeared to be a bucket of slightly green juice, a cocktail that she knew I would like, she sat down and we talked. The conversation quickly descended in an anarchic discussion of how i’d always fancied her and how she had spent to previous night passed out on the floor of a pub being passed around by the barman and being woken up the next morning by the cleaner with her mouth dripping with cum and both her arse and pussy sore and wet. I stood up to buy another round of green buckets and she noticed the bulge in my trousers even though I thought the tightness of the jeans would disguise it. She looked at it then grabbed my hands.
“It is your birthday I guess, follow me.” She said as she bounded towards the back door of the bar.
She led me to the fire escape, she the door behind me and kissed me. Her lips were soft but her movements were powerful, they were dominant and had purpose. She fondled around my crotch and undid my belt with all most professional poise. My cock was twitching wildly as she unzipped me and before long I was stood, both trousers and boxer shorts around my ankles. She knelt down and put me in her mouth, as she moved her head back and forth, she put my hands on her head and motioned me to move her head for her. As I came closer and closer to an orgasm I began to fuck her mouth hard with anticipation. She stopped me, stood up and kissed me. This time her lips were salty but equally soft and I enjoyed it very much, even if the frustration of having an exposed cock dripping with precum was overwhelming. She turned hoisted up her skirt, pulled down her knickers and then bent over the railings showing me her pussy and tight looking arsehole. I wanted to fuck her, I really did, she was my dream shop girl I’d thought about this for so long but I hesitated. She reached around and took my cock in her hand and pulled me forward, I went to thrust into her invitingly wet pussy but instead she pushed me up and as soon as the tip of my cock touched her arsehole she thrust backwards, all most pushing me back over the railings behind me. I reached out instinctively and pulled on her long black hair. She let out a squeal and pushed herself back onto my cock again, this time I took the lead, offered six rather vigorous thrusts and then came inside her, still clinging onto her hair. She pulled her knickers up, her skirt down and opened the door.
“Happy Birthday.” She said with a wink before turning, walking through the open door, letting it slam behind her.
That is how I met her.
She was a natural born victim and on the three days that occurred between be penetrating her arse and the next time I saw her she had six different men in various ways and not once did she orgasm.
I walked into the shop where she worked not knowing if she would be there or if the old couple that owned the place would be sat in front of the multicoloured cigarette display. She was bent over filling the bottom shelf of the soft drinks fridge, seeing her in that position brought it all back, I called over and she came to serve me. I ordered a twenty deck of what I used to call, cowboy cigarettes and awkwardly tried to start a conversation.
“It’s good to see you.” I informed her, though my eyes must have said it first.
“You too. Fun birthday?”
“The best bit was” I leant forward to whisper like there was anyone else within a hundred miles, “You.”
“Thank you, but if it was then it must have been a crappy birthday.”
In walked a man, obviously expected some kind of recognition from her but none came.
“Shouldn’t you serve the guy instead of talking to me?” I asked her quietly.
“I guess. Don’t go though I want to talk to you.”
I walked outside, immediately ignoring her instructions because I wanted to look cool. Twenty three years old and having to pretend to be cool but probably not coming off that impressively to anyone, so I cocked my head, let the flame from my black zippo lick the end of the cowboy fag and blew a puff of smoke towards the shop window. Cool...as...fuck. She looked out at me and laughed, realising I was impressing no one I threw my fag into the gutter and walked back into the now empty shop. I ask her if she wants to go out that night for a drink and she says yes. Unlike the TV shows and films, we arrange a time and a place to meet and I bid her farewell, I would have stayed but I had to dance back to my flat and smile at every passerby before getting changed for the drink.
After the drink I walk her home, she doesn’t invite me in but she sucks me off on her doorstep. A holly bush (female according to her) obscures the view from the street so we are safe but it takes me longer to cum stood up so with each passing set of footsteps I panic. When I do cum, she dutifully swallows, stands up and asks,
“Why don’t you fuck me harder in the mouth when I suck you?”
“I, well, I just didn’t want to push it too far I guess. I’m just happy to get the blow job.”
“Next time, do it as hard as you can and want. There isn’t anything I won’t do to please you.”
She fiddles with her house key, opens the door, walks through the oak frame and closes the door behind her without so much as a goodbye. I don’t care at first because my cock is still hanging out of my trousers but once i’ve tucked it away, safe from the cold night air, I wonder why she didn’t say goodbye. Coping with lack of sentiment has always been tough for me, I just always feel I have made a big enough impact to be cared about. When I texted her to ask her if I had upset her, she told me I hadn’t but she had things to do while she had a free house. At this point I was unaware of the fact that she was sitting her neighbour’s dog and that by the time I had reached my front door she was on her hands and knees having a golden Labrador licking barbeque sauce off her vagina and arse, she had also employed a cooked sausage that she had put in her arse as a chew treat. This time she came as the sausage was pulled from her, the dog ate the sausage and she went into the shower. The cat sat, looking neglected in the corner of the lounge wondering what happened to the rich mayonnaise days.
Two days later we meet again, this time skipping the formalities of drinks in a public place. We kiss, we fuck and for the first time I get to fuck her pussy, it’s tight but not as tight as her arse and I tell her so.
“So fuck my arse then, stop complaining.”
I snigger to myself and do.
“Where is your bathroom?” I pant, still exhausted from getting both holes in quick succession.
“Okay, this sounds weird. Do you want to piss on me? Like in the shower or something. No, forget it. Sorry.”
“You want me to piss on you?” I ask tentatively.
“Yeah, kinda.” She replies, shrinking back into herself.
“You’re really into this kinky stuff aren’t you. Is there anything you won’t do?”
“No. No there isn’t.”
So I spit on her face, grab her pony tail and drag her to the bathroom and lean her head back over the toilet. I make sure I soak her breasts and face before I force her mouth and eyes open and once I have finished I pull her head forward and use her mouth to clean my cock. Inadvertently, this leads to an erection which in turn leads to be turning her around and fucking her from behind while she holds the toilet bowl for support. I cum again and then look in horror at the beautiful girl knelt in front of me, covered in piss and bleeding from a cut in her forehead where I had thrust so hard it knocked her into the flush handle. I began to cry, ran to her bedroom for my clothes, got dressed and ran out of the house.
‘That was the best sex of my life.’ Her first text said, closely followed by, ‘Please come see me again tomorrow. You can stay over. Free House x’
So it continued for many weeks, we explored the joys of piss, shit, BDSM, food and in the end, much like our initial conversation, anarchic and unadulterated violence. The food lead to vomit after violently fucking her mouth, we steered away from drugs but because she was a lightweight we only needed a small bottle of vodka between us to get her drunk. When she was drunk I would sometimes take her to the homeless shelter and make her suck off some of the particularly grubby hobo’s. If I was in a bad mood I would take her to the railway station after hours, where the gangs of young thugs used to hang out, then rip her top off and throw her down on the floor and leave her for an hour before coming back to get her after I had been for a few beers to cheer myself up. Occasionally she would slip a rohypnol into my drink and invite some of her gay friends around to use me until I woke up but she only did this when I forgot to rescue her from the onslaught of cum from the young thugs. ...................