My Hawaiian Vacation - Part Three By Leslie McCormick A female bodybuilder finds adventure in Hawaii The night air felt cool and wonderful on my bare skin. The car windows were rolled down, and the wind swirled and eddied within the cabin, creating little gusts that flowed over me. My nipples turned hard, the areola crinkling sympathetically. I moved the seat back, and put the soles of my feet up on the dash, exposing the smooth, bare expanse of my pussy. It was wet with excitement, and in the light of the car's dashboard, I could see how moist I was. Juice ran down into the crack of my ass, and onto the leather seat. I was glad that I'd decided to shave. I liked the look and feel of my pussy this way. We drove to Lelani's home. She lived in a single-family house in a new subdivision. It was late when we arrived. The other houses on the street were shrouded in darkness. "Leave your clothes in the car," Lelani said. I did as instructed, and walked naked to the front door. Lelani unlocked and let us in. The foyer was swathed in shadows, the only illumination coming from a lamp on the table. Lelani kicked off her shoes, and took my hand. She led me through the house to a room at the rear. Here too, shadows predominated. The draperies were pulled aside from the bay windows, and the moon's soft glow filtered through the glass. Lelani crossed the room, and sat on the sofa. "Come here to me," she whispered. Her voice was low and throaty, and it washed over me like caressing fingers. "Kneel down, and take off my pants," she commanded. I sank to my knees, and ran my hands slowly up her thighs to her waist. Beneath my fingers, her skin was soft and warm. Beneath the silky feel of her skin, her muscles were rock-hard, an incongruous combination of sensations that whipped at my senses. The scent of her perfume, heightened by her increased body temperature, was strong in my nose and mouth. My fingers hooked the sides of her underpants, and pulled them down off her legs. Lelani spread her legs apart, and massaged the mound of her pussy. "I'm so wet," she said. The tips of her fingers moved slowly up her slit from bottom to top. The lips of her cunt separated, exposing the pink interior. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. "Would you like to suck my pussy?" she asked. I nodded, mesmerized by the sight of her. "Yes, I'll bet you would," she said. Raising her hips slightly, she pulled the hem of her dress higher. Her asshole was surrounded by a ring of straight, dark hair. "You want to suck me because you're a slut. Isn't that right?" I nodded. I didn't look up at her. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her pussy. Without warning, Lelani's hand shot out and struck my face. Her dark eyes were bright in the dimly-lit room, as though illuminated from within by some strange, malignant force. I'd seen that look before on Susan's face, and knew it resulted from the feeling of power that coursed through her. She was enjoying her dominant role over me. "Answer me when I talk to you. You're a slut, aren't you?" "Yes, mistress." "Good." She leaned back, and raised her feet to rest on the cushions. The movement made her cunt flower open. The erect nub of her clitoris was a hard, shiny node of gristle. "Would you like to lick my asshole?" "Yes, mistress." "Why?" "Because I'm a slut, mistress," I answered. The verbal humiliation was working its magic on me once again. My heart pounded against my ribs, and my nipples erected, and began to tingle. The familiar feeling of sexual excitement built in my stomach. "That's right," Lelani said. "You're a tramp and a slut." "Yes," I said. Lelani inched forward on the couch. "Like me." Without hesitation, I leaned into her, and did as she asked. She was delicious. I shouldn't have been surprised anew, but I was. What did she do to make her anus so fragrant and sweet- smelling? I would have to ask. It tasted like minted honey, and I wormed my tongue deep into her, trying to satisfy my rapacious hunger. I could have sucked her all night, but Lelani had other things on her mind. After a while, she pushed me away. Her nether region was slick with my saliva. Reaching down, she slipped first one finger, then another into her ass. She stared at me while she finger-fucked herself. "Do you like getting fucked in the ass?" she asked me. "I like everything, mistress," I answered truthfully. "Everything?" She arched an eyebrow in disbelief. "Yes, mistress. Everything." "I've always wanted to do something," Lelani said. Her voice dropped an octave, and I could tell she was growing even more excited. Her fingers plunged in and out of her asshole. Like it did the night before, her pussy began to squirt a stream of clear fluid. It jetted out like a fountain, splashing my face and breasts. Without asking permission, I gathered it up on my hands, and then licked them clean. "What's that, mistress?" I asked, although I suspected I knew what she was talking about. "I've had an awful lot to drink." A powerful emotion surged through me. Not since my days as Susan's slave had I been used as a toilet. She'd introduced me to the practice, and to my surprise, I found that I not only liked it, but looked forward to it. At first, I'd experienced a tremendous amount of guilt and shame about enjoying such a depraved activity so much, but over time, I came to accept that it was simply the way I was. Like my predilection for being submissive, my urge to bathe in the golden shower stream was simply an integral part of me. My boyfriend absolutely forbade me to indulge in such practices, and for the past eight years, I hadn't. Now, Lelani was offering me a chance to dive back into the pool, as it were. I settled back on my heels, and lowered my face toward Lelani's crotch. "Use me, mistress," I said, and opened my mouth in invitation. It's not easy to urinate into another person's mouth. The natural inclination is to hold back. It takes training, or an uninhibited individual to spontaneously urinate. Lelani tried to pee, but try as she might, she simply couldn't bring herself to release her bladder. She removed her fingers from her ass, and closed her eyes, but the effort was still futile. A sob of frustration escaped her throat. It was overstepping my boundaries as a slave, but I decided to chance it, and placed both palms flat on Lelani's lower abdomen. Gently, I pressed down on her bladder. It was exactly what she required. With a soft sigh of satisfaction, she began to urinate into my mouth. Moving closer, I opened my mouth as far as it would go, and let the liquid splash into the orifice. It was bliss and heaven. The pungent smell filled my nasal cavity; the acrid, salty taste assaulted my taste buds. I let it fill my mouth, but I didn't swallow it. Instead, I let it overflow down onto my chin and neck and breasts. It felt hot and wonderful, and I let my emotions run away with me. Without waiting to be told, I began playing with my cunt, and in almost no time at all, I had a massive, shuddering orgasm that left me weak and depleted. I fell forward onto Lelani’s belly, my arms encircling her waist, my mouth delivering quick hot kisses against her flushed skin. The sofa beneath her was ruined, soaked as it was with her urine and pussy juice. Lelani lowered her legs so they rested on my shoulders. Her hands roamed over my head, her fingers toying with my hair. “We’ll have to cut this very short,” she whispered. “And I want to have you pierced.” “Whatever you say, mistress,” I answered. I turned my head so that my cheek lay against the flat hardness of Lelani’s belly. I was at peace. For the past eight years, I’d struggled against my true nature, and the battle had made me unhappy and fretful. I saw now that it was the source of discontent between me and my boyfriend. I’d been trying to make him happy at my own expense. So what if I was a submissive? That was the way I’d been made. This was my true role in life. I was with Lelani, and would stay with her for as long as she would have me. Addendum I never went back to my boyfriend. I called him, and told him that I was leaving him, and that he could sell everything I’d left behind. I didn’t want any of it. It represented my old life, and I’m finished with it. He ranted and raved, but what could he do? He won’t come after me. It’s not in his nature. I’m sure he’ll find someone else to be happy with. He’s basically a good man. He’s just not the man for me. I don’t think any man is. In the two months I’ve been with Lelani, I’ve been transformed, both within and without. I’m still training, but I’ve no desire to compete any longer. That had been fueled by my desire for love and acceptance. Now that I have Lelani, I train solely for her. No one else matters. I do more power lifting, and less body shaping. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been at any time in the past. I like the feeling, and I like the way I look. I’ve stopped trying to look like those silicone models I used to envy. I’m even considering having breast reduction surgery. We’ll see. My hair is short now. It’s still a deep, copper red, but I wear it less than an inch in length. It makes me look bold and dangerous. I disliked it at first, but I’ve grown accustomed to it, and it’s so easy to maintain. All I have to do is towel my hair dry, and run a little gel through it. No more blow dryers. What freedom. I have two tattoos. One, a Celtic band, encircles my left bicep. The other, a green-scaled dragon, is on my right buttock. I can’t see it, but Lelani loves it. She enjoys making love to it (and to me, by extension). The episodes where she begins talking to the dragon are the ones I like the best, because I know it will lead to mind-shattering orgasms. I’m pierced as well now. I have one in each nipple, one in my navel, and one in my clitoris. I never realized how intense and erotic it could feel to have that done to you. While I was getting my clit pierced, I came twice. Now that I have a ring through it, I’m in a constant state of sexual excitement. Lelani doesn’t like me to wear panties, but I do anyway, because I like the way the ring rubs against the material and stimulates me. Lelani can make me come just by tugging on it once or twice. I love it. This is my life now. I love it, and I love Lelani. I didn’t think it possible to feel so strongly about anyone else. Every time I look at her, my heart starts to pound in my chest, and I feel breathless and lightheaded. If this isn’t love, don’t tell me, because I don’t want to know.