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Anne in training (skittish_butterfly & littlerooster)

I watch you walk in naked except for the shoes, why do naked women look hotter or sluttier when they have shoes or a hat on, it seems funny that doesn't it.

"You're beautiful baby" I say looking at you knowing you must feel a bit odd and silly. Knowing you are doing it for me.

I take the glass and start sipping as you walk behind me and massage my shoulders, I drink the glass down fast, the pour another and do the same, I empty the pitcher in a few minutes,

"Fill the pitcher again honey, I'm going to keep drinking until I need to pee. When you come back with it, get on your knees and suck me off while I drink" I'm being more assertive now, more dominant as I know you are liking the attention and see this as loving and passionate.
 
I watch you drain your glass, then another, knowing with a small shiver where all the water's going to end up. But that's not enough, and you tell me to fetch you another pitcher, and my mind wanders ever so briefly on the question of exactly how much you can drink. My little thought balloon is popped, though, the way you tell me to come back and take you in my mouth, on my knees no less, while you drink the rest.

My hesitation is only while I feel the electric ripple of your demand racing all over my skin and down my spine, making me tingle deep inside, and it takes a second before I trust myself to walk in front of you in the heels. Heel, toe, heel, toe, focusing on the basics, my mind whirling around with more feelings than I can handle, just focusing on what you demand. That I can do. Naked, the sink counter hard and cool against my belly, I fill another pitcher for you, and I come back slowly, glancing at your eyes and then at the floor at your feet, back and forth, finding where I belong.

I lean over the table right in front of you and put it down on your other side next to the glass, letting my hair trail over your face a little. Then I slowly sink to my knees, feeling the pounding of my heart, my hand resting lightly on your chest and trailing down to your thigh by the time I reach my knees at your feet. My fingers reach for your zipper, opening carefully, finding all I want inside and more and bringing you out where my mouth can find you. I look up, wanting to make sure you know I am doing this for you, wanting you to see it in my eyes. Then I take you in my mouth, feeling how hard you are, tasting the excitement of the day on you, moaning a little satisfied sound as I slide my wet mouth over your thick shaft and listen for the sound of your glass.
 
I watch your arse as you walk over to get fill the pitcher again, I draw comparisons to someone having to dig their own grave, it seems similar.

My bladder is close to full but as a man I can hold more than a woman, and for longer, I want to shower you properly this time really let you have it. You come back, tits jiggling, as you walk in the high heels you are wearing for me. You place the pitcher down and kneel, undoing my jeans and zip, you take me into your mouth. You look up at me and I smile at you.

I pour myself another glass and drink it quickly, then another and drink that fast again as well, I am almost sick now how much water I have in me, I pour the last glass and take a little longer, the whole time I am still in your mouth, you are sucking me off while I drink the water that will be pissed all over you.

I finish the last glass, "Anne, it's time" I say, waiting for you to get up so we can walk to the bathroom together.

Once in there, I tell you to remove the heels and I hold your hand as you get in the bath, you kneel without being told to, it seems the only position to this.

"Where do you want it honey?" I ask
 
I hear you drink and drink, setting the glass down only to refill it and drink some more, and if my mouth wasn't already wrapped around you, sucking warmly, my little noise would be even more embarrassing as I start to realize what's coming. But having you in my mouth, working my head slowly up and down, my hand wrapped around your trunk and gently stroking as well, it calms me, keeps me centered on you.

Your glass goes down on the table with no sound of pouring and my mind catches up with your words. My heart skips the smallest beat, it's time. My mouth is fully on you and I slowly let you slide out, realizing my lipstick is a mess now, but it wasn't going to really mean much in a few minutes anyway so at least it was for a good cause. I can see how slick and shiny I've left you and I can feel myself stirring wildly inside, fighting the urge to beg you to just take me now, but I know that's not the way.

I get up a little awkwardly on my "barbies" and follow quietly, too anxious again to say much. In the bathroom its like being in another world with you, the light so bright, the tiles so clean and hard and cool, clicking under my heels with each nervous step. I watch you, looking to you for how you want to do it. You just tell me to take off the heels and I almost laugh with relief, silly me, for leaving them on. Then I just climb into the tub, trying to be as graceful about it as I can, as if my pride still matters at a moment like this, but I want you to find me sexy, not to feel like you're peeing on an awkward dork. I turn to you standing in the tub, completely naked. Your cock is still out, still shining and hard, and my eyes focus down there as I slowly drop to my knees. On my knees feels right now, that's how I feel in front of you.

Looking up at you now, I cup my breasts to offer them to you again, like last time, looking to you for approval. You ask where I want it and I feel the bottom fall out of my soul. My heart beats so loud I can scarcely hear myself think. It was hard for me last time just on my chest, but I think of how you reacted seeing Laura, watching how she took it even in her face, like there was no part of her she felt was too good to be pissed on. That thought is hard for me, but as I look up at you, I ache to give you the most difficult gifts, and that jealous part of me too wants you to look at me like you looked at Laura, for you to know without a doubt only I'm your prize.

I want to show you. My nipples are throbbing, as hard as they've ever been, but I let my breasts down and drop my hands to my side, then clasp them behind me, not sure if its more because I don't trust myself to keep them out of the way for what's to come, or because it somehow feels better that way, kind of like kneeling for you does.

I look up, feeling downright submissive, like the girl in the collar and leash, and take a slow shuddering breath. "I... I want you to, uh... want you to do it on my face to... if you want. Wherever you want." I keep my mouth closed, knowing this could really be difficult and not sure I could stand that too.
 
I smile, happy that you are embracing your new piss mop status, and turned on by what I am about to do to you. It blows me away that someone would subject themselves to this.

"I'll make it as nice as I can for you, Prize of my life", I like how the word Prize objectifies you and compliments you all at once.

I leave the room for a moment, just as you are expecting the stream, I come back with a pitcher of water and a glass, "Lets make this one the best yet!" I put the plug in the bath and then let loose with the piss, it hits your chest at first, more pressure than before all that water and build up, it ripples against your chest like a low pressure hose. Splattering against your chin, I draw a little love heart with the piss around your chest and stomach.

I hold my cock closed with the foreskin and drink some more water, and then realising that as far as we have come you are not ready for drinking it yet, so I tell you to hold your breath,

"Take a breath honey, hold it, you might not be able to breathe when I piss on your face, when you need to take another breath tap your thigh 3 times and I will hold off"

And with that I start pissing on your forehead, it trickles down over your eyes and cheeks, streaming over your lips, I stop for a bit and drink some more water, and wait a little, drinking yet another glass. I don't talk, this somehow makes it more intense, hotter, the piss is welling up near the plug.

"Lets try something a little different" I finish the pitcher of water and then piss in it, filling it by about a third,

"I'm so horny now honey, here are a couple towels, your knees must be getting sore, get on all fours and put them under your knees."

I get undressed and step in the bath, I kneel behind you and just as I slide my cock inside you I pour the pitcher of piss over your head.

"That was so sexy honey, wish you could have seen it from my end" I say possibly setting up the chance to film our exploits.

I slide myself in you, you are facing the well of piss, your hair drenched now, I fuck you harder than ever before, my hands on your pissed drenched body, showing you that you are not disgusting to me at all.

I get deeper than ever before hitting places you didn't know existed within you. I then in a frenzy of excitement passionately beg you

"Oh Annie my Piss Princess, please put your face in the well of piss and blow bubbles, please do it, make me cum greater than ever before, please Piss Princess, Please!"
 
I kneel, waiting for you, stunned at what it feels like to have to be patient and wait to be pissed on, but you words reassure me. I'm your prize. Why wouldn't I wait, for that? Even as you leave, I kneel patiently. I'm your prize and I know you'll be back to do it, to finish this.

My mind is already imagining, remembering the sight of Laura taking it in the face in front of the crowd, the sound of everyone going nuts over her, even you, and I can't help wondering if it will be like that for me.

You come back in and my eyes go wide with surprise, and then even wider with understanding. I don't know how I'm going to be able to handle this, but you don't seem worried so I try let go of the worries and believe I can handle anything. I can, I just have to kneel here and accept it.

I thought you were kidding about the plug, talking about some big fantasy you'd had but wouldn't really try, at least not yet. But you are true to your word, setting me up to practically swim in what's to come. And then before I can even steel myself it starts, your flow unbelievably strong, like a firehose compared to what I'd always thought of as a man's piss, even compared to this morning. I can feel your hot stream battering my chest and splashing all over, but I keep my hands back, and even try to keep my head still. I want to be perfect for you, so perfect you could never even imagine pissing on another.

Incredibly, your stream strengthens even more and I feel it rising, hitting my neck and then splattering my chin. My eyes flutter and I feel the spray up in my nose and on my lips and I can't help turning a little but that doesn't help, it just helps get your piss all over my cheek and hair before you slowly trace it down my shoulder to my chest and belly again. I can see you moving your hips, like you're drawing pictures in fresh snow, only I'm your fresh snow.

You haven't stopped drinking yet, like you want to drink in as fast as it comes out, like you want to piss on me forever, and I'm struck with a feeling deep inside like when I want your fucking to never end, to just feel you pumping me forever and just stay in that moment. This is just like that. I'm looking back up at you now as the stream lowered from my face, my hair plastered over my left breast but I don't touch it.

You tell me to hold my breath, and I moan, knowing what's coming. I feel anxiety welling in my chest and my throat tightening up with emotion about what you're going to do to me next, but I can't help feeling so turned on. Your pose is so strong and masculine, your cock just... mastering me in some way, and I really am your prize, belonging to you in the best possible way. I squirm a little and put my hands on my thigh like you say, ready to tap 3 times if I need to.

Your piss jumps to my face, sudden enough I gasp and then splutter a little, shaking my head briefly like a dog shaking off the water after a bath. You are soaking my ahir and my forehead, your piss streaming down over my closed eyes and my barely closed lips, and my fingers clutch my thighs. I feel you over me, feel the strength of your presence even with my eyes closed, your piss splattering all over my face telling my body so very clearly that your cock is pointed right in my direction, where it belongs. Piss runs down my face and down my front and I feel it even running between my legs, a little spread this time, and I feel the urge to touch there with my fingers, to feel the sensation of it running there, to touch myself.

The hot fluid puddling around me is much worse than this morning and I remember the plug, remembering this is how you want it. I gasp at the thought of what you are doing, and how it feels to accept it, to please you, and then I splutter out a little piss that splashes into my mouth. It's disgusting, the taste making me almost spit, and I'm careful not to swallow and hold my breath, but I can see myself in my mind's eye, like Laura, like the girl in the film, such an object of desire, so desired, and my fingers dip so briefly, confirming what I already know I feel inside.

I hear you and then the sound of fluid pouring into other fluid and I open one eye tentatively, blinking miserably as piss runs around my eyes. I am such a mess, feeling like a pathetic rag as I look up at your masculine perfection, your cock seeming like it can deliver for ever and I know I want to find out if its true. I don't think about why you do anything, that's too much for me to worry about, too far ahead for me, and I just kneel and take stock of how soaked I am, the smell deep in my nose, the awful taste just on my lips and tip of my tonge, my eyes stinging and my hair just a soaking mess.

You turn away and I'm almost disappointed with myself, as if it's somehow my failure to hold your attention, wondering what else I could have done, but you turn back right away with the towel.

Something about kneeling drenched in your piss just makes me feel so pliant, so in tune with you. I'm on all fours, looking up at you and eager to see the lust in your eyes at the sway of my back and swell of my bottom and slender length of my legs before your eyes, my skin so smooth and glistening. Your piss is pooled under my knees and ankles and feet, and my palms and hands rest in it. You slip the towel so politely under my knees, so they don't ache quite so much from the hard tub, but it soaks through so quickly it makes me all the more aware of it.

I wish I could see myself from your end, like you say. I can't help wondering if I look as miserable and pathetic, as utterly used and degraded, my gift to you so clear, would I see that? My hips move as you climb in behind me, and I smile that you want to see me from every angle, that I fascinate you.

You slide in so easily, before I even realized that was your intention, your thick cock just slamming right up into me so easily, making me realize how wet and ready this all makes me. The sound is a moan, taking you deep, still kneeling in your piss now as you are already taking me, like you can't wait and I can't either, suddenly this the sexiest thing i cuold even imagine doing. I press back, wanting more, wanting to give you everything I have.

The splash over my head, warm and pungeant and soaking my hair and face completely is an utter shock, and I cry out at once in surprise and then incredible lust, that you would do such a thing to me. Laura didn't take that. You did it to me, as you fuck me, in a pool of your piss, and everything is the way it should be, our rhythm growing with every deep thrust into me from behind, using me, taking me this way like an animal, making me feel that way.

It does't even surprise me when you ask me to lower my face. I want you to cum in me like no man has ever filled a woman before, can't stand waiting for your eruption, knowing my own is so close. I maon. I don't know if I can blow bubbles, but I put my cheek on my forearms, your piss so close it overwhelms my sense of smell, my lowered position offering me for even deeper penetration. I cry out, suddenly everything too much for me to contain, loving you so much. I cry out, feeling myself start to spasm, and I need it to be perfect. "Oh, please, now, now Heath, cum in me!" And I lower my face into the piss, and my world ends in an amazing flash of light that burns every nerve in my body from the inside. I'm bucking against you again and again, crying out as I cum underneath you, face down in your piss, can't stop as you pump me.
 
As you blow bubbles in piss, I pump you harder and deeper and finally cum, groaning like a caveman, I feel you cum hard as well.

I turn you around and hold you tight, my heart still pumping hard, we are both covered in my piss now, I feel privleged and overwhelmed with guilt, I can't believe you have done this for me, and I hate myself for manipulating you so much but I have no other choice. I sob a little still trembling in your arms.

"Oh Annie, I never want to be without you, I don't deserve a woman as hot as you. I will try every day to be the best man I can be for you" I am losing the plot under all the stress of deceiving you, the pissing would be so much better if it weren't for my ulterior motives.

I release the plug and and take you into the shower, I sud you up and wash you lovingly, I kneel and orally bring you to orgasm - twice.

We go to bed and wake the next morning, we make love again and in the shower together I piss on you without asking without warning, just my morning piss on your belly, when we are done we sit in the kitchen, "Annie" I start nervously, "I think you should move in, if you want to that is"

We have breakfast and then as we watch a film, I receive a text message from Laura "Husbands plane diverted couldn't pick him but will be here for our dinner tonight, strip club owner was inundated with requests for another show, will do a 12 man Gang bang piss show this afternoon, want to come and watch?"

I explain to you that a 12 man gang bang piss show doesn't involve sex it is just 12 men will be pissing on Laura in front of the audience.

I ask what you think and if you would like to go.
 
You are pounding me so hard and I'm cumming and can't stop, the piss sloshing around my body as you rock me with your hard finishing thrusts. My cries slow, and you are still thrusting me back and forth on the slippery bottom of the tub, my body almost limp beneath you, my hips still up as you hold me. Finally your cum is spent, hot inside me, deep where it belongs, and I'm trembling with emotion as your arms pull me up and hold me. You cradle me and even though I've never been happier, my arms wet around your neck, my piss-soaked hair stuck to both our chests, I can't fight back the tears as I look up into your eyes, moved and amazed to see such emotion in you too. We both feel it, a pure moment, and I cling to you with gratitude as I sob in your arms.

Every word you say is like another reward I feel I don't deserve from you, what I just went through and felt like the most incredible reward I could ever ask for, but I look up at you and sniff back tears and nod and nod, and laugh like its such a relief to be this for you, to know you accept my gift.

Your piss drains away, and you lead me to the shower, finally washing it away. I'm not sad to see the piss go. I don't love it, not at all. It's strong scent still hard for me to take, the warm sting in my eyes still making me blink too much. It's not the piss I love, it's the one who pisses on me. You. You hold me and wash me and the world is right. I'm trembling against the shower wall as you soap me and rinse me and kneel between my legs using your mouth to clean and please me. I cry out, my hands in your wet hair, declaring my love as you treat me so amazingly well, like a princess -- what did you call me, your Piss Princess? I shudder to think of myself that way, a little ashamed if anyone else ever heard me called that or saw me accept the name, but from you it makes my inside do cartwheels and my lips cry your name.

I don't remember how I got dried off and into bed with you, I assume you toweled me and led me and tucked me in and cuddled right up next to me as I trembled, because I couldn't have done it myself. Sleep was a blessed coma, and when I woke, presumably Sunday, I had no idea what time it was or where I was until you kissed me and settled me. Then you rolled me on my back, my arms still around your neck, and stared in my eyes, penetrating me deeply and stroking inside my ready wetness. I shudder under you and squeeze you tight inside, the pleasure of feeling you deep inside me too much to ever let go.

Our cries still echoing in out ears, your cum still trickling in me, you led me back to the shower. We wash the sweat of our latest lovemaking away. Without warning me at all, you step back in the shower and hold your cock, and I start to drop to my knees without a word, suddenly so eager to please you with my mouth, but you just start pissing on me, and I feel foolish. Of course you would need to pee in the morning, why had I not thought of your need? I hold still, feeling it splatter my belly and drain away in the shower's spray. When you are done with me I thank you. You finish washing me and we dry off and head to the kitchen just in comfortable bathrobes, my own still back at my place so you lend me one of yours which is smells of you and is about 10 sizes to big for me, making me feel like a kid in it.

You make breakfast and I eat what I can, so hungry after all we've done since our last meal so long ago now, but I can't totally forget the beautiful dress, how clingy it is, the way it looked fitting so perfectly on my body, clingy at the hips, just the slightest bit loose at my waste, looking so slinky sexy that I don't want to gain even an ounce and ruin it. You look nervous and the way you start it just seems so important my heart practically stops, like some proposal scene in a romantic comedy. You ask me to move in, which is the next best thing of course. I'm crying again as I nod, can't stop nodding until you close the distance between us and take me in your arms. "Yes, yes, I don't deserve you but yes!" I'm so happy.

You pull your chair next to me as you continue eating, and I watch you, my heart warm and satisfied. You have the laptop in front of us, playing some videos that we watch together while you finish eating. The girls look so beautiful the way they give in to their men, even as the piss so completely messes them up. At least I see it that way now. After a few videos, I feel myself turned on again, and I wonder if it makes you hard, or if only pissing on me can do that for you. I know its wrong and immature, and that you give me every proof how important I am to you, but I can't shake this crazy desire to be your one and only.

The email from Laura comes and I insist you read it right away. Her change in plans is a big disappointment. After last night, I somehow feel that much more like I want to see her again, like I might feel less intimidated around her. I know I matter, after the way you pissed on me and took me like that last night. But she offers us to come see something called a "Gang bang piss show."

You are looking at me. I raise an eyebrow, never having heard of such a thing, but managing to put the two concepts together my imagination runs wild, seeing images of Laura kneeling in a crowd of men. I shiver slightly, wondering if she will make me jealous yet again, but I just nod, strangely even more turned on just at the thought of watching it, probably because you will be there with me. "Yes, yes. We should go. She's a friend, in a way, and we should support her. It sounds awfully... difficult. But only if you want to I mean."
 
We turn up at the strip club and the owner recognizing us calls us over as we are on Laura's guest list, we take out seats near centre stage as the last stripper a red head with big tits and a big arse leaves the stage after her show.

The club is busier than last time, word has got out about the piss show, there are a few women in the audience but it is mostly men.

The club owner announces the start of the piss show and some music comes on, it is "Singing in the Rain" very amusing, Laura comes skipping out, she is wearing a short red skirt, white blouse, she has a clear umbrella, she sees you and gives you a cheeky discreet wave, she starts to undress to the music, when she is naked, she spreads her legs and opens her pussy for the audience.

A large over sized champagne glass is rolled out, you know that the main event is about to start, Laura gets in and a man comes out, Laura begs him to piss and he certainly does, all over her tits, now 2 more men appear and the piss on her at the same time, the champagne glass starting fill around her, just like the piss in our bath tub, she is centre of attention, no one can stop looking, some of the women are repulsed, one leaves, I whisper in your ear "She isn't as cool as you obviously"

Now 3 men come out and piss on her all at the same time, she opens her mouth and catches some, then 6 come out all at the same time, drenching her, she is now knee deep in piss, as she sits in the glass the way one would a bath tub, it is the first time, a woman has been pissed on who you haven't seen kneeling down.

When the men are finished they exit stage and Laura bathes in the piss and then takes a bow.

After her shower, the owner comes out and gets us, She is excited to see you, calling you her Sister Piss Mop, we sit with her and discuss the show and our upcoming dinner later tonight with her husband when he finally arrives. She asks you how the piss mopping has been going and if you have any other questions.
 
The morning is a beautiful blur of trivia that slips by for us together, just doing little things, but together, and I'm so happy, whether its checking my email or working on my nails, or doing a load of laundry here in your machine rather than going back at my place -- here in OUR machine. While my clothes tumble dry, I spend a lot of time on my hair, given how much abuse its taken in the last day. Brushing and brushing gets it to a shine, and I go with makeup for sure, not quite sunday-go-to-church look, but accenting my eyes and my lips and a little color for my cheeks -- a look I find nicely fresh when I check in the mirror.

With a more complete selection of my partial wardrobe finally clean and dry to choose from this time, knowing I'm going to see Laura again and probably be in another sex club or maybe even the same one, I go for something nice, wanting you to be proud to have me on your arm even around the strippers, at least as proud as you can be with what I've got to work with. I pick my short skirt, the one I was wearing when you met me, the one that drew your eyes to my tight ass first. Work with what you've got, right? I choose a white blouse to soften the pattern on the skirt and a narrow belt to heighten the contrast. Then heels, not "barbie" heels, but sexy. I want to look sexy for you. I'm grateful you don't tease me for spending so much time in front of the mirror like other boyfriends, like it was some female disease they might catch if they didn't mock it. It's worth a little effort to look great.

Even after all we'd done together, all the videos I'd watched with you, my heart is pounding a little as we drive to the so-call Gang-bang piss show. It's hard for me to think about what's probably going to happen. I still have a hard time with just the thought of a second man pissing on a girl. Between us it's so intimate and loving, but I remember how Laura describes it and I try to see it the way she does.

This time the club is packed as we stroll in. Last time I thought it was all the naked strippers who were the problem, making me self-conscious with their bodies and surgically perfect breasts, but I realize now there's just something in the air in this place that keeps me on edge, trapped between danger and desire. Now it's packed with men, the strippers still present but quite outnumbered, and even they slowly filter out of the room, leaving me as one of only a handful of girls in the restless male crowd. It makes me feel vulnerable, and I stay close, leaning on you and tucking myself under your arm as we sit and wait for the show.

Laura comes out, looking so confident and sexy, skipping around the stage in a revealing little outfit, making sure everybody can see how beautiful she is. Then she actually started stripping, teasing the men with each slow removal, the men crying for more. I hadn't imagined she could strip too? But she is absolutely beautiful and so sexy the crowd is going wild for her and the air is crackling with electricity. With that whole crowd there, she still takes a moment to sneak us a wave, like we really are friends, even if all we have in common is the piss, and I wave back brightly. Laura even spreads her legs to the crowd, showing them absolutely everything, how she is shaved, and she is quite sexy. It's hard for me to watch but I do, trying to understand her. I suppose she feels like if she can do a gang-bang piss show, a little stripping, giving men a view of her sex until they howl like animals for her, well, what's the big deal right? But surely she must worry what her husband would think.

I can't imagine being that self-assured in front of so many men, or even in front of a few, anyone but you in fact. Then the big champagne flute rolls out, an assistant to help her in. The assistant got a loud jealous round of applause for his lewd assistance, and the way he touched Laura as he helped her into the glass just the way pretty much every guy in the crowd wanted to as well, and I looked at you, but you weren't cheering, just looking eager.

Men come out, first one at a time, and then in pairs, and then in larger groups, and I wonder if they are all back stage drinking from a swimming pool they piss on her so hard. She is blinking and smiling and turning while they piss on her to give the audience a good show. I've never thought about that, trying to make sure you get a good show while you piss on me, to let you see all of me, to make it the best possible I can. I always just feel too miserable and too turned on, like its just a struggle for me to hold on. I don't know how she does it. And again she takes their piss in her mouth and I can't tell if she's swallowing but even if she isn't, after getting some of yours on my lips and tongue last time, I'm either very disgusted or very impressed, or maybe both.

But it's your words that are the highlight of the show for me. Amidst all the hooting, my jealous streak can't help it and I sneak a peek at you out of the corner of your eye, and you notice me, and the thought Laura isn't as cool as me in your eyes has me hugging and kissing you as another wave of men begin pissing on stage to the crowd's delight, and in my mind they are hooting and hollering for us as we kiss. We watch the rest of the show holding hands with me nestled under your arm.

By the time she's helped out she is dripping with it and the glass is half full, at least until she gets out of it. Her bow is proud, not ashamed or miserable like I still feel. I always think of my guilt and discomfort as my gift to you, but now I worry, what if it makes you feel bad? Should I be trying to enjoy it, so you will be more comfortable doing it to me? I don't even know if I could, in all honesty, but I think about it.

We stay in our seats as the crowd buzzes, dispersing slowly, the heady haze of male hormones and the smell of the men's piss in the air keeping me buzzing and quite wet. Finally Laura comes out.

Sister Piss Mop? I smile, almost proud of my new strange title and I give her a hug. "Piss Mop. It's weird. It makes me feel like I should be tied to a long stick so I can't move, so a man can hold me and wipe piss from the floor and then wring me out." It's a ridiculous image, but even that gives me an unexpected sexual charge. We follow to the same table where we spoke last time, and I stay close to you. But Laura seems to be talking to me. I look to you, wanting to make sure you don't feel left out, letting my hand linger on your chest as I turn back to Laura to chat.

"Laura, that was... well, unbelievable. It keeps amazing me to see these things I never even imagined. So many men. Wow. I uh, forgive me for asking, but I'm just trying to understand how you handle that. I mean, do you imagine it's your husband? Or do you give yourself fully to the idea of all those strangers doing that to you? I know your husband is ok with it, but... just, practically, I mean, how... I just want to understand how you do it? And the piss in your mouth? That too." I give you a smile and a hug and look back at Laura. "We've been taking steps, and last night... some... just a teeny bit, got in my mouth, like just pass my lips, and I struggled with the taste and trying not to get grossed out, and in the end everything was perfect and amazing, but how do you actually let them piss, like, right in your mouth? Do you use a mint or something? And do you... you don't swallow it, right? I mean, it wouldn't be sexy if you threw up on stage." I felt like giggling uncomfortably, touching on these subjects that were weighing so heavily on my mind. I half-chickened out, changing the subject before giving her a chance to answer. "And so... your husband. You must be glad to have him back. I hope its no problem having the two of us there, I'm sure the two of you have a little... catching up to do?"
 
I enjoy the men looking at you and whisper to you "The men here all want to fuck you, I love them wanting to, but you are all mine" I squeeze your hand.

We sit down with Laura after the show.

Laura looks at you with that big sister smile "Annie, I get off on all the attention, all those men pissing on me, THEY NEED ME, it is so special to do that, not many women do that you know, just let themselves get pissed on like that, we're special us piss mops you know. The taste takes time to get used to for sure, it's ok, took me a while, but now it's fine, I really only swallow my husbands piss in large quantities but strangers piss well you can open your mouth and just let it spill out you know? I'm so glad you're here Annie, I spent all of the other night telling my husband Derek all about you, he is coming in tonight when we have the dinner. We should leave now in fact"

We get up and leave the club, and head back to Laura's for dinner. It is a nice hotel room, her husband comes in, he is older than her, distinguished looking a manager. Laura introduces you as her sister piss mop, he greets himself and we sit in the lounge and talk.

Laura tells Derek about the show and how 12 men pissed on her naked body, Derek says he is used to that now but was quite strange at first. I talk about how hot Annie looks and how all the men were looking at her wanting to piss on her as well, wanting to fuck her afterwards, "You know they wanted that, right Annie" I say trying to give you confidence and letting you know you are a class act like Laura.

"Annie you are very sexy, a great body for Heath to piss on" he says as a compliment to you.

Derek goes and gets a bottle of champagne and pours you and I a glass, he pours himself a glass as well and then about to pour Laura one she stops him.

"No honey, you know what I crave"

He hesitates and then realising that we share a similar lifestyle and have already seen his wife get pissed on twice, pulls out his cock and fills Laura's glass, "never done this in front of guests before" he says shyly pissing filling her champagne glass.

"I love Derek's piss, cheers to Piss Mops!" she says and takes a sip as we drink our champagne.
 
Laura just seems so composed as always, like nothing in the world can fluster her. Did learning to let men piss on her without freaking out somehow make the rest of her life easier, and give her such amazing poise? My rambling questions don't seem to bother her one bit. But there's no way I could ever be as calm and collected as she is. Even just a day ago, I would have thought any girl would be lying if she said she "got off on the attention" from having a crowd of men publicly piss on her. But having seen Laura go through it, and the look in her eyes as she talked about it, I believed it totally. I suppose it really was possible, after all I was totally turned on having you piss on my face and pout it over my head and then order me face down in it while you fucked me, yes fucked me. Who knows what might turn me on next? I just didn't know anymore.

I appreciated that she reserved most of the "real swallowing" for her husband, which seemed special despite the way it made me grimace a little to consider. But I really didn't know what to make of the idea of holding my mouth open and letting it go in there but then run out -- while it might be a tiny bit better than swallowing a man's piss completely, I still couldn't see how I could do that without spitting up or worse.

As we left the club, my hand was in your squeezing you happily, and my mind running circles around the idea that I was someone Laura had felt she had to tell her husband about. I'd never been that girl, never in school or anywhere, that people needed to talk about. I was always pretty but back row, avoiding attention in school just like at home, comfortable being unnoticed. But somehow the thought that something about me made Laura have to tell her husband about me made me twitch a little inside.

It's a little surprise to find them in a hotel room, not a house. "You live here? This is nice, but don't you miss having a... a home? I mean a structure home, not... I mean I know as long as you're with the one you love you're home, but..." I might be learning to take a stream of piss in the face like Laura, but I felt so lame in front of her and her worldly looking husband sometimes I just wanted to disappear. I decided to try to listen, just nodding, Laura's sister piss mop, that was me, yup.

In the lounge, as Laura happily shares with her husband how 12 other men just pissed on her, naked, he just smiles, like he's fine with it. He must see the look in my face because he looks right at me with an expression almost as intense as yours. He explains how he has gotten used to it. In his eyes, though, it looks to me like maybe something even more than just "used to it", like he knows perfectly well how other men want her, how special she is, and how she belongs to him, swallowing for him for instance, like he is as aware as I am the way you look at her even though you love me, and its like its pride in his eyes. I want you to be proud of me. The thought of being talked about, a source of pride, its a new concept to me, a little uncomfortable but awfully sexy suddenly too.

You pick up Derek's thread, and suddenly my face is hot and I have to stare at the tabletop as if it is the most interesting thing in the room, and I just can't meet your eyes or Derek's or even Laura's. Hearing you talk about me that way, about men in that huge room looking at ME like that, wanting to piss on me too, it's just... I can't, I don't know... yes it makes me feel good, really good inside, but I just don't know what to do with these feelings yet and I just snuggle up to you and kiss you as if you'd simply complimented my selection in shoes or something. A room full of men wanting to piss on me and fuck me? That's how they feel about Laura, not me. But would I like it if they did?

Derek seems to sense my discomfort, brings it back to just you and me, and I can meet his eyes even though he is talking about my body being sex and great for you for pissing on. I shudder and I'm sure you can feel it, and now my leg is against you, feeling the fabric of your slacks against my bare leg and feeling really turned on to be here with you, talking about these things, even with other people in the room.

Champagne, and I smile politely and nod as you hand me a glass. I'm ready to toast but Laura doesn't take one and for a sickening moment I have this feeling she's going to announce she's pregnant, right there in front of us after 12 men pissed on her. But thankfully it's something less momentous. My mouth is wide though as I see what it is she craves, and I remember worrying we might somehow cramp their style given they hadn't seen each other. My fears are confirmed as Derek reaches for his zipper and pulls out a cock almost as big as yours, and I have to turn and hide my face in your chest. That's another man's cock, not in a video, and not in some impersonal stage show, it's another man's cock right there in front of me in the same room, with you! I can't look, it feels wrong, but all I hear is the sound of liquid streaming into a glass.

I sneak a peek and see Derek zipping himself up with a shy but satisfied look as he hands his wife a glass now filled with what must be his piss. In front of us. Well, if they're ok with it, if you're ok with it, I try to play along, but staying close to you to let you know yours is the cock for me.

Laura toasts us, her and me, the piss mops, declaring her love for her husband's piss, and it's one of the most romantic things I've ever seen. I toast but can't drink until I've seen what she does with the glass, the way it means nothing to her, like his piss really is her champagne. I admire her so much. I can see the two of you guys staring at he too and still affected as you drink your own champagne, and I ache in some deep inner place only recently discovered to be looked at like that. "Cheers to you Laura, amazing piss mop. I don't know how you do it, no way I could, but I'm so jealous. Cheers." And I sip my own champagne, trying hard not to imagine it is your piss.
 
Laura sips the piss after the toast

"mmmm so good baby, have you had fruit juice today?" she asks

"it tastes sweet and has a zingy-ness to it" she says describing the flavour as if it were an expensive glass of wine.

"Annie, come be a good Piss sister and help me in the kitchen I have a roast ready for us" she takes a big gulp of piss and grabs your hand and takes you in the kitchen.

Once in there you start serving up the meals on plates, but before taking the plates to the boys in the dining room Laura says to you.

"You know drinking piss, it's weird at first for sure but you have to see it like tasting wine, at first you don't like it because you are used to sweet things, you are accustomed to a certain taste. But you have to close yourself off from all of that, and accept the taste as unique something different, and then well, it's magic, tasting this fluid that has filtered through your lovers body, oh my god!" she says with excitement.

"I can teach you if you like, I swear the way Heath feels about you, if you drank his piss, he would propose, I swear he would!" she says, giving you a kiss on the cheek, some of Derek's piss still on her lips.

You go back to the dining room where the boys are waiting and serve the meals.

When Laura's glass is empty Derek fills it again

"Mmmm I bet I taste the champagne now!" she says as she takes a sip

"Yep, I do, oh my god!"

Derek gets up and gets another bottle of champagne and starts filling glasses again, Heaths, his own and then yours.
 
It takes me a second to figure out fruit juice must have something to do with the flavor of Derek's pee. I'm blushing too much tonight but I don't know how to stop it. Just brush my hair back over my ear and stare at the table for a second and hold onto your hand.

Having Laura call me to the kitchen as her piss sister is a little odd, but so minor on the scale of everything else I don't even think twice about it. I jump up and follow her, to leave the two of you to talk about, well whatever, my mind briefly hoping I won't be too embarrassed about whatever it is.

She practically pulls me in there, like Cassandra pulling me into the girls room that time to tell me she was sure that Lenny liked me. He did of course, but my life would have been better if he didn't. Still, she was excited, and had to talk about it right then.

Laura starts serving up food on plates, and I add some salad, but she doesn't say anything for a minute and I wonder what her big deal was. She needed me for this? Finally she talks a little about drinking piss and I worry maybe the look on my face when she was drinking it gave her the wrong impression, like she had to explain it to me. But she just keeps talking.

I remember my first tastes of wine as soon as she said it, and sometimes I still don't like it, but if its the right red I'm starting to learn to like it. It feels adult, an acquired taste like she says. I nod, following her. She keeps explaining her path to learning to drink pee with that weird "you" way of talking so many people use when really talking about themselves. Only I slowly realize she's not. She's talking about me.

She is so bright and chipper about it, like its just inconceivable I wouldn't, the way some people who go vegetarian or quit smoking or whatever just can't help sharing it with the world, sure everybody else will want to be just like them. Only, there is a little tiny bit of me that wonders, that wants to feel what she describes, to have you look at me with such pride.

"Propose!?" And then I shush her and myself and I feel like we're a couple giggling school girls gossiping in the bathroom again. "Oh my God, we've only been together, like...." She is just looking at me like I'm talking nonsense. "Well, it does feel special. Do you really think?" I put too much salad on that last one and spend a minute fixing it and giving my heart a chance to calm down.

She could teach me. I don't know, but she learned. Couldn't I? Would that be the thing that showed you really how I felt? How much I wanted to give you? My mind was spinning as I carried two plates out behind Laura with her two, both of us smiling like secret conspirators but of course when interrogated neither of us cracked. It's a sacred bond between sisters, piss sisters.

The food is delicious, and I sip my champagne, thinking about wine. Laura looks at me with a twinkle, drinking from her glass at the same time I take a sip, and then setting hers down empty. I can't even remember what we're talking about now.

Derek stands and the conversation pauses as we all watch him unzip and refill his wife's glass. I don't turn away this time. It shouldn't bother me, and his cock is nothing compared to yours, nice enough sure, but not like yours.

Laura drinks again almost immediately, and if I understand her, she means she can taste the champagne drank already in his piss? Does that work? I look at you and finish the rest of my champagne, your glass empty too.

Derek fills his own glass -- from the bottle this time -- and then yours. He starts filling mine as well, a little splash at the bottom that sends my thoughts swirling, and suddenly I ask him to stop, my glass not even a quarter full. I look at Laura and take a deep breath. "Would you mind if Heath filled it for me instead?"

Derek bowed so graciously it was like he was in one of those British period shows where everybody is such a gentleman and the ladies wear gloves to tea. Only his fly was still unzipped, maybe in case he needed it again, the way Laura was drinking. Derek passed the bottle to you. "Sir, I defer the honor of filling your own lady's glass to you."

You smile and then look at me, and I feel your eyes boring into my soul, maybe because I'm inviting you to with my own look. You look at the bottle and then the glass, and just raise an inquiring eyebrow, as if you know. How can you tell? I am so transparent.

Blushing at the way you see right through me doesn't make it any easier, but I shake my head no. "Not the bottle." My heart is pounding and I am trying really really hard to ignore the fact there is another couple in the room watching this whole thing, to focus everything I have on you, just you, so I can do this. "I... I need to learn Heath. Please." My eyes lower to your pants, and I hold my glass forward. The thought that even if you go along, it would mean Laura would see your cock just like I'd seen Derek's pass's through my mind, how it would cross some boundaries, but it would be for an important cause, and Laura and I are piss sisters now. "Please." Focus on what's important.
 
I smile at you, "I love you Annie, the things you do to show me your love they don't go unnoticed, I hope you know that" I give you a kiss.

I take your glass and drink the champagne that is in it, making sure it is empty for you then place it back in your hand.

I stand up and unzip myself, Laura and Derek watching, Laura winking at you.

I expose my cock and start to piss, it comes easily so much champagne inside me, I fill your glass and give you a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm so honoured" I say barely getting it out

"So proud to have you Annie, to be yours"

"To my beautiful lady Annie, a great girlfriend and piss mop" I say as we all raise our glasses.
 
The way you tell me love you, that you the things I do for you really matter to you and your little kiss steady my nerves at least enough that I don't drop the glass. I nod and kiss you back, inhaling your scent and wanting to hold it in my nose, so I can convince myself it really is you that's going to be in the glass.

You drink up the last of my champagne, and I realize this really is important to you, Laura was right. You could have left a little champagne in there to dilute the taste, to help make it just a little easier -- not that 3/4 of a glass of piss with a little champagne added to lighten the flavor is any walk in the part. But you want me to do it right, to drink just you, no champagne. I could think of you as heartless for making this new challenge as difficult as possible for me, but you love me, I know that. And you know I want to give you everything, to satisfy you as deeply as a girlfriend can possibly satisfy her boyfriend.

I shouldn't be surprised that your cock is semi-hard as you take it out, looking so close to full size in your grip I can't help swallowing a little, wondering if I manage to do this whether it will have the same kind of effect on you -- on both of us -- that taking all of your piss in the shower did. I glance hesitantly at Laura and Derek just give me a little wink, and Derek is looking at you like a man who is joining his exclusive club, like there must be some special tweed jacket you'll get if I don't chicken out or mess this up.

I watch your beautiful cock starting to piss, and the level of the glass rises, and you don't stop until its topped off all the way, and I look at you and nod. "Thank you for helping me do this." I turn to Derek, but mostly to Laura, who is beaming and looking back and forth between you and me like she knows something.

I somehow almost expected Derek to do one of his toasts again, but he gives you a subtle nod. All eyes are on you, mine most of all, and you lift your glass of champagne with your eyes locked on mine. Your words are halting, and just the sound of the emotion in your voice as you start talking chokes me up, and I blink rapidly for a second as you get yourself together. Your words are so beautiful, and there's nothing I can say in response as the glasses are raised, three flutes of champagne, well, two and Laura's filled with Derek's piss. Of course she is drinking this with me, making me feel her support and encouragement. No words. No more time, no delay. I either do it or I don't.

The world seems to be frozen as I slowly lift the glass of you piss in return of the toast. Then I stare at it. I start to ponder how I'm going to manage this, how can I not throw up, how how how, sinking myself into quicksand, but I see Laura catch my eye, and she just takes her glass and goes bottoms up with it. Just do it. I get it. It's hard though, but don't think. Don't taste. Just look at you. I turn and look in your eye. This is for you, Heath, my eyes say.

I lift the glass to my lips, smelling how pungeant it is, not idea if there is a hint of champagne in there or not. Its piss, your piss. It reaches my lips but I won't grimace. I can't sip or I'll never make it. I just have to accept it, just drink it all. My hand is shaking as the taste reaches my lip and I tilt it back. My heat stops in my chest, and I drink. The first two swallows go down fast, before my senses catch up, before my brain fully realizes what my body just did. Autopilot, just do it.

But my eyes and my nose clearly realize there are a couple more swallows, and I can taste it. All the bathroom smells of my life, here in a glass, drinking them into my belly. I'm disgusted with myself and more turned on than I've ever been, responding incredibly sexually to the feeling of making a sacrificing for you. Another swallow and my eyes are watering and my jaw tightens up, but I have to keep going or I won't finish. I can feel it dribbling down my chin, I'm trying to drink it so fast I'm letting it run down and onto my top. One last mouthful, glass empty, and it's stuck in my cheeks and the taste is like licking a toilet, and I'm swirling it around trapped between the awful taste in my mouth and my suddenly missing courage to swallow one last time.

I look at you, my mouth running with your pee, my top damp, my cheeks a little puffed out. I'm sure I'm disgusting. But the look in your eye tells me I'm not. I swallow and cough and wipe my lips and stagger a little, and reach for your arm. "Oh God, Heath... ohhhhh." That was awful, and wonderful, and I would straddle you this second if we were home, if you weren't alerady pounding me into the floor. "I did it! Ohhhhhh." I throw my arms around you and hug you tight, not wanting to kiss you being so disgusting, wanting to rinse my mouth out or drink some champagne or something first, so I don't gross you out.
 
We all watch as you drink the piss, the weight of our stares are on you, that whole "will she/won't she vibe". You take the glass and drink it down, as fast as you can, so fast that I see it dribbling on you, down your top, your clothes.

We all cheer when it is done, "Oh baby that was beautiful, you are beautiful" and realising that as this is more than just a kink game to me, I too have to make sacrifices, I have to show you how acceptable what you just did is, I kiss you, on your lips, tasting my own piss on them, I slide my tongue in your mouth, tasting my own saltiness, my own waste that is now in your belly.

We kiss, a deep passionate salty kiss, you smell like the mens room, I have to stop myself from laughing, but I am turned on as well. Never thinking a woman would drink my piss like that.

Laura says to you "You are well on your way now sister!"

We finish our dinner and talk some more. Not long after we say our goodbyes and leave.

I get you to drive home, I tell you my head is still spinning from excitement, I chatter away all the way home, complementing you for being so sexy and brave for drinking me like that. I tell you how you drink piss better than Laura does.

We get home and I hammer you straight away, ripping your panties off, and just drilling you against the wall. We both cum quickly, then get in the shower, where I piss on your belly again, all the nights champagne.

You get into bed, but I look serious.

"Annie, I, I, I, I know that normally I should have something, but I will call in sick and we will buy it tomorrow, I can't wait till then to ask you." I get one knee and look up at you in the bed.

"Would you marry me Annie and make me the happiest man ever?"

I look up at you like a lost puppy, big eyes, terrified you might say no.
 
Your kiss shocks and delights me, up on tiptoes while you hold me tight. I feel myself flowing into you, my soul aching to be part of you again, mostly because I just need so badly to feel close to you right now, even though we can't tear each other's close off quite yet. When you finally break off the kiss and pull away leaving me so breathless and a lot less queasy, I can't stop myself dabbing at the corner of your mouth where I left you damp, and then I look down at your shirt to make sure I didn't, well, thankfully I didn't.

I scarcely remember a think anybody said the rest of the meal. I just sat there in a daze, wanting to shove my hand between my legs and touch myself, or better, shove your hand between my legs, and even that wasn't what I really wanted. I did manage to pick up that Laura was kind of proud of me and she did that wink again and made a little dialing motion, like "call me."

In the car you even let me drive, which I'd never done with you before, but you didn't seem like you could focus on the road, and it felt so weird that I, the one who still actually had your piss in my belly, was somehow the one who was able to drive. But my driving is only because while you're chattering away so sweetly and proud of me, even lying and telling me I did better than Laura but I appreciated it, I'm busy the whole time driving as fast as I can to get myself home where I yearn to be -- under you.

With the car parked a little askew, I hand the keys back to you and take your hand as we walk to the door, electricity crackling between our finger tips. You unlock the door and hold it open for me like I'm your lady, still damp with your piss. I don't giggle, but take your invitiation super serious. I know you mean it. There is just one dim light on and I'm barely across the threshold when you tug me back with your grip on my hand, pulling me into your arms.

I gasp with delight as you practically toss me against the wall, your hands tracing their way down my body, feeling my through my skirt and then exploring up under the fabric to tug my panties down. I turn and twist a little, trying to lift first one leg and then the other to step out of them, like we are Prince Charming and Cinderella playing it like back at the palace, you down at my feet pulling off my panties instead of putting the glass slipper on my delicate foot. Then all delicacy or politeness or chivalry is gone. You grip me, standing over me and you pound me face first into the wall, driving into me from behind. I'm crying out with every deep stroke, feeling my insides reacting to the brutal pounding, craving it, wanting more.

We sound like two cats in heat, and I'm glad you don't have noise problems with the neighbors. Then you grip my slender shoulders and turn me, until my back is against the wall and you press into me, hard, kissing me and filling me every way you can, and I wrap myself around you every way I can, my leg up behind your thigh. And then I'm cumming, suddenly out of nowhere, exploding wetly on your cock inside of me. You watch with this look of amazement and nibble at my neck and then you keep going, not letting me stop, driving even deeper if that's possible, until you growl and grip me tight and drive deep to cum in me too. Feeling you erupt inside me pushes me back over the edge and I only have a moment's disbelief before I'm crying out all over again, cumming again like that for the first time in my life.

We slip to the floor, my body spent. You have to practically carry me to the shower, but as I hear you preparing the hot water I know I need it. Naked, we soap each other, you shampoo my hair, which actually got even a little more pee in the ends as it ran from my mouth at Laura's place. I thought for a moment if this really was my life now, getting pissed on and all of this that messes up my hair so bad, maybe I should cut it short so it doesn't get in the way. But I love my hair long, the look of it framing my face, love the way you grip it sometimes like reins. So, I'll have to wash it and condition way more than usual, and take really good care of it so it stays beautiful for you. But I can't cut it, not with you looking at me like that.

Then, once we're rinsed, you turn me to face you, and I see the look in your eyes. The flow starts, and I feel the urge to drop and take it on my knees, but this is how you chose to do it so I stay still, close my eyes and just feel your flow, running down me and showering me. I put my hands on you lightly, needing to be connected to you while you do this, like this is how you say good night to me, our good night kiss.

You towel me off and patiently wait while I make sure my hair is properly dried and brushed out and up in a braided pony tail for bed. I don't know why you men put up with us some time with all this hair and clothes stuff to wait for, but then days like today and yesterday happen, and I think I understand. I would put up with a lot for you too.

We walk to bed, and I just feel deeply satisfied. Is it really possible another week is starting tomorrow? Work? Class? I can't let those thoughts in my head,not yet. Worry about it tomorrow. As I lie down next to you, I think about the feeling of you this morning in the tub, and how it tasted, how I felt to drink your piss, patting my belly a little to feel it probably still in me somewhere.

You look at me for our last good nights before the lights go out, but you're stammering worse than your toast when I drank your piss. I put a hand on your cheek to calm you and whisper before you go on, "It's ok, Heath, I wanted to do it." But you go on. Next thing, you're out of bed and kneeling at the side of my bed and I'm confused for a second what you're doing. You should have something? What are you talking abo...

"Oh my God!!" I cover my face with my hands, this day already too much, and I sob as my heart just holds more emotion now than it can bear and I can only let it out in tears so you can help me with it. Your arms around me, I'm still sniffing and sobbing and nodding with a wild smile on my face. "Yes, Heath, yes I will. I will do anything it takes to make you the happiest man ever. Ever!"

And then I'm sobbing again, and I feel so happy it's silly. My hands grip you and guide you back into bed, right next to me, the lights still on. I want you right here with me, want to feel you against me so it can't possibly be a dream. I keep my hand on your as I stare at you from the pillow. "You've made me the happiest girl in the world, Heath, and now you just made me even happier." I hope Dad will let me take the day off. I realize I probably better bring you around at this point, dreading doing it, but excited too. I'm getting married! And if that doesn't get my dad's attention nothing ever will.
 
We wake up that morning,

"Good morning my bride to be" I say as you open your eyes. I get you some coffee and a light breakfast. I sit by your side and stroke your hair.

"You are too good for me Annie, but I will try so hard, I promise" I say nervously, with modesty.

While you drink your coffee, I start to lick your calves, then your thighs, I work my way up to your pussy and go down on you, I feel your dishes clatter as you put them down. I circle your clitoris and make you cum again and again.

I work my way back to your face & we kiss and then I look at you "It's not really supposed to work this way, it goes against tradition, but maybe just once, just once you should know how I feel." I leave the room and bring back a pitcher of water and a glass.

I pour it for you and hand it to you.

"I think this will be important for your growth honey, just never tell Laura, it's our secret ok" I smile at you as you drink the water.

I led you to the bathroom, "For you it is probably better you get in the bathtub to do this Annie"

I look at you lovingly.

I tell you that as we are set up differently that we can't do it the way we normally do it, I lie on my back in the tub and tell you to squat down, I see your cunt hover over my face.

I lie and wait, thinking I would never do this normally but with the deadline, I just have to make sacrifices as well. I have to continue building the trust with you, I no longer feel I have to create some kind of deception ruse to ultimately get you to do what needs to be done, I think you will not only willingly do it but you will decide to take on the end game for me yourself.
 
I wake up and you're still there. Before I can even ask you call me your bride and I hug you and kiss you. I want us to just stay in bed but you insist on getting up for just a second, and I say ok as long as you promise to come back. A minute, maybe two later you come back with a tray. On the tray I can smell even before I see a cup of hot coffee with just the right amount of cream and sugar, a bowl of my favorite granola and half a banana. And a flower in a small vase. You picked it yourself and I kiss you again, telling you its perfect. It takes me a few minutes to actually work on the food, the way you're stroking my hair. "Aren't you going to have anything?" You shake your head, as if just watching me is your breakfast and I shiver briefly. Not even coffee, just watching me. And I wonder briefly if you already downed a pitcher or two of water before I woke up so you'd be ready to make your morning piss something unbelievable on our first morning engaged.

I don't ask you anymore though, whatever you decide will be good, I'm sure.

It's getting harder to finish the granola, my spoon clattering against the bowl, as your stroking moves lower, and you start licking me too. I giggle and drop the spoon, "Hey, that's not fair, I can't...." but then you lick me right there, right where I need it, and I am so hot for you. I end up with granola all over the sheet and thankfully I'd put the coffee cup on the bedside, because you have me thrashing around, my knees up in the air and around your head, biting my hand and trying not to cry out too loud, and you just keep pushing me to the edge, making me cum over and over, three or four times I can't even be sure exactly how to count them because the last two kind of blended into one huge one.

I'm lying in my granola and breathing hard, feeling the sweat on my forehead and looking up at you with amazement. "How did you... That was... Oh my God, I can't believe what you just did to me." Then you stop my babble with a soul-to-soul kiss. Your arms around me and I say the word fiancee softly to myself but just loud enough you can hear it, and then husband, trying them on, and I kiss you harder, my body responding so strongly as if I could somehow go another round on your roller coast of pleasure.

You straighten up and you talk like you have some sacred duty to perform, some mission. I just nod, looking puzzled. "Ok, I don't... ok." You come back with the pitcher and I smile. I pick up my cup of coffee, thinking to drink that while you prepare yourself for whatever it is you have in mind, but then you pour the pitcher for me. I look at you with eyes wide. "What? What are you... I'm supposed to... Honey, I... I can't..." But you insist.

I drink the water. You can be very convincing. I reassure you, for whatever your reasons, I will not be telling Laura of what you seem to be thinking of doing. I'll never tell anyone. Suddenly it seems 10 times harder what you're asking me to do than to let you do it to me.

You lead me to the bathroom, and we're in the but, and then you're under me, urging me and pulling me where you want me with your strong hands, and I wish you were just pulling me down on your cock rather than getting me to squat over your face for this. "I get it, I understand you're willing to go through with this. Heath, I can't, I... I can't do this to you. It's not right, please. No one should ever, ever treat you like this, certainly not me." I'm looking down at you through my spread legs, smiling up at me completely willing for me to do this. "I don't need you to do this for me to trust you."

My bladder is full and it's getting harder to hold this position without losing control and I'm aching in my heart and in my soul not to have to do this. I just can't see myself doing it to you, so I beg you with my eyes, please.
 
I wait there under you, looking at your cunt as it hovers over me. I can see that this isn't working the way I thought it would, thinking you would be happy to get your own back, to share my experience, and yet it has worked well, you have seen that I am willing to have done to me, what I do to you. I give myself a mental pat on the back, I couldn't lose this one at all.

I get up, "I'm sorry baby, please forgive me, I just feel so selfish sometimes always taking your gift, your body to piss on, I wanted to share that with you, but I realize now, that I was wrong, this is your role, your gift to me, and we do not have to be the same, we do not have to give the same gift to each other, I understand now, your love has taught me that I was wrong with this" I explain to you.

"I know how I can fix this though, I know you are not ready to bathe in your own piss mixed with mine, so you piss now, and then we will put the plug in the bath again and I will piss on you, and bathe you in it. Then we will go out and buy you the best engagement ring any woman has ever had!"
 
I feel you against my nakedness, spread over you as you slide out from under me. I'm left looking up at you, rising slowly from my crouch and admiring you even more. You were really willing to do this. That's what it's about, to love each other that we really are willing to do anything for each other, and you were really willing to go through with it, just for me. Of course we're not actually doing it, but that's not the point.

You speak of gifts, and your trust and commitment to me is the greatest gift, and I feel even more than ever how I'm willing to do anything for you, whether it ends up happening or not. And the thought of my love teaching you, well, anything, gives me goose bumps as I'm now standing up straight.

Still, the situation just feels awkward, and I almost regret having said anything, but the idea of actually making you do something like that just to prove a point just doesn't feel right to me. And besides, you always seem to know what to do. I nod, listening to what you think would be good. "Ok, finacee." I smile as I say that, maybe more than I should, but I can't make myself smile even less.

I start to climb out of the tub to go to the toilet, then look back at you. "Wait. You don't mean in the toilet do you, you mean in the tub?" Why is it I feel so much more uncomfortable about my own pee in front of you than your pee all over me? I take a breath. I'm willing. Back in the tub, I decide I will make eye contact with you the whole time. This is for you, for us, it's not just me and my hangups anymore.

I raise my chin, my eyes to yours. I can feel all the water, a whole night before that of fluid waiting to go. But I'm just not responding. I've never peed standing up like this before. Maybe it's the thought of it running down my leg, or of you watching me and seeing this -- how many times have I seen you pee now? I raise a finger. "No, please, don't worry, I can do this." I lower myself a little, fantasizing to myself I'm camping in the woods and the edge of the tub is a big fallen tree I've found to pee behind.

That does the trick. It starts slowly, shyly at first. I'm not even all the way down like I would be out in nature. I realize I'm forgetting to look at you, that I wanted to do this right. I put my hand on the side of the tub, right in front of you, looking up to you as I have squat, hearing my flow really starting, my foot getting wet and even a little running down my leg as I'm not careful enough while I'm looking up at you, but it's ok.

I think about an engagement ring as my flow slows. Me. I'll wear it to school tomorrow. Definitely. Then I don't wait for you, I get the plug and put it in the drain, knowing that's what needs to go next if you're going to give me a proper bathe before we go out shopping in jewelery stores. Except for the time Mom was really, really mad at Dad and he took me with him while he tried to fix it, I've never really shopped in real jewelry stores. Charm bracelets and hair bands for me. I stand up, not even wiping the piss from my leg or feet as I lean over the edge of the tub to kiss you lightly. "Would you please bathe me now?" It sounds even sexier than I expected when I actually say it and I feel my body responding to the idea.
 
I am relieved I am not getting pissed on, I like the power dynamic the way it is, I think I would have lost something if you had of pissed on me, but the great gamble paid off big time. You are now going to piss in front of me.

You are nervous, I get that, it turns me on, I smile at you and wait patiently. I understand that you have never pissed standing up, it is all new that and pissing in front of someone, your fiancee no less.

I stand and watch the piss run down your leg, I start to masturbate as it happens, the yellow trails running down your thighs and calves, as it hits the bathtub.

I can smell you and I realize that some of your piss would be my piss that you drank last night, I keep wanking as you finish up.

I then see you get the plug, and put it in. I think about how self demeaning that is, the digging your own grave metaphor, the idea of the dog who brings his leash to his master. It's exciting and at the same time I think about how much humanity I have lost, how much more I will lose, I am not really like this, or atleast, I wasn't before.

Then she looks at me, kisses me deeply, then getting on her knees, "Would you please bathe me now", the dog begging for it's walk, begging to be subjected to the public on a leash, being led by an owner that it could easily rip to shreds.

I don't say anything, not a word, I just aim my cock and bathe you, starting with your hair, I watch my yellow stream trickle down your face, and onto your chest and breasts, I drain my cock all over you. I watch you rub it in this time, you bathe in it literally.

I tell you how hot this is, how special I feel, when done, I jump in and start pounding you fast and hard, my hands on your thighs, I rub my own piss into you, and then I scream out "Blow some piss bubbles baby, I want to cum when your face is in the piss!"
 
My fiancee stands over me with his amazing cock out and bathes me with his piss. My fiancee!

I am looking up and see the stream start, yellow and strong and arcing through the air, it's smell so hot and pungeant I can almost see the steam coming off it. I keep my eyes open to look in your eyes, to see you do this to me, shuddering with the rightness as I feel your waste showering my hair, trickling through my scalp and down my face.

Finally I close my eyes as I feel the trickle at my eyebrows running down from my hair, streaming over my eyelids, nose and cheeks and running from my chin to fall on my breasts and thighs. For some reason I think of how important it could be to present myself, the idea of making myself beautiful for you while you do this and not simply taking it. I arch my back so my breasts jut out, my nipples swollen and feeling the warm kiss of your piss running down my chest, dripping on them from my chin.

I can feel your aim lowering, the stream aiming right for my forehead, down across my face, and then even lower. The image of Laura with her mouth open comes to me only as you are already going past my mouth and I only catch a little that bounces in off my lower lip as I open for you. I don't know whether it's too late and you don't see, or if you just didn't want to pee in my mouth but you don't stop and don't come back, heading down to pee on my nipples like they're target practice, making me shudder any more. I lick my lips and close my mouth slowly, shuddering briefly at even that little taste of you, as strong as last night, even stronger I think.

As you batter my nipples my hands briefly lift my breasts, not fully cupping them like the magical first time you pissed on me, but offering them to you. Then, when you're bored with peeing on my breasts and move to my belly and finish by aiming between my legs, my offering hands slide up and over my breasts, feeling how wet and hot they are, toying with my own piss-soaked nipples and arching a little more at the intensity of that feeling, making a little gasping moan at the sensation.

Slowly your stream trickles, teasing my between my legs as I kneel and accept every last drop of your gift. I can feel your pee puddling under my knees, my own plugging of the tub now leaving me in a pool of your pee.

Your words bathe me now, making me shiver with pleasure almost as much as being bathed with your pee, more even when you climb in with me. I feel your hands all over me, touching my wet skin in wonder. My eyes open, stringing a little and making me blink, my hair plastered wet across my forehead cheeks and shoulders. There you are, right in front of me, and you are so very hard right in front of my face as you lean over me and explore what you've done.

Then my hands go down to the piss as you turn me and lower me onto all fours in the puddle of pee on the bottom of the tub, and taking my legs in your firm grip. You caress me, feeling my firm thighs from behind, how slick they are with your pee, and then you spread my legs open a little more, my knees making a little squeaking noise against the tub, but no resistance from me. I twist my torso and peer back at you over my should and see you kneeling right behind me. Then your strong arms take hold of me, gripping my hips, your cock entering me and battering me, I cry out with joy, my fiancee fucking me so wonderfully that I feel myself spasming inside around you as the thoughts overwhelm me.

I don't know if it's the sound of my pleasure or the feeling of how wet and ready and tight I am as you drive yourself into me again and again, or maybe the wonderful sight you must have of my wet glowing nakedness kneeling in the piss, I really don't know because I can't see myself, only you can, but that's all that matters. You grunt and growl the most wonderful things, as your hands grope the bare slick skin of my back, my sides, my breasts, everywhere you please. Then you yell your order as your sounds grow more urgent.

My moans are at their peak as I obey, lowering my face into the puddle of piss under us, my bottom offered even more lewdly for your final strokes, crying out into the piss as you take me even more deeply, cumming again on you, my insides molten hot and churning as your cock pounds and churns them. My hair is all around my head, floating in the piss and its all I see and feel other than you pounding away inside me. Then I'm cumming and crying out and I can't stop, the thought of you cumming in me right this minute just too much for me, while my face is down here in the mess, unable to stop myself from breathing out little bubbles in your piss. I cry out for you, my eyes shut tight with the incredible pleasure, "Please, oh yes, ohhhh, please cum in me." The thought of my fiancee's cum inside me overwhelms me.
 
I fill you with my cum, your face in the piss blowing bubbles for me. I feel you tense over and over, spasming from my thrusts.

I pull your hair and direct my cock in your mouth, making you clean me up, I scoop up some piss and rub it in your hair as I fuck your face.

And then once we have both been sated and calmed ourselves we shower as per usual,me lathering you up, washing you, cleansing you of the urine, washing your hair, making you clean again for next time. For we both know there will be a next time now, this lewd act has become part of our normal love making practice, I have corrupted you, made you different in ways that even you can't believe, I have made the perverted romantic and loving, I am evil, and I am starting to embrace that fact.

We have our breakfast after drying off and then go shopping for an engagement ring, we eventually find one, you try and tell me the cheaper one would be better but I refuse it, I know you are fibbing, I buy the expensive one the one you really like, I whisper in your ear, "Only the best for my little piss drinker", and you deserve the best, despite my sick games, you are beautiful and wonderful.

After I put the ring on you and call you my fiancee over and over, addressing you as such for the sheer fun of it, we go to show your father and tell him the good news. Even he can't deny this news and congratulates you, he then makes us a great meal in his diner and I tell him that you will no longer be working there, I need and want you at home, and also so you can focus on your studies.

A few hours later Laura sends you a text message "Hi Piss Sister, there will be a piss party Wednesday night, call me and we'll talk about" you read me the message and even I can't explain exactly what a piss party is other than of course there will be piss.

We leave your dads diner and go home, I drink some water but due to thirst, I laugh a little as I explain this, it's like water now is a sex toy or form of foreplay for us.
 
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