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Anne in training (skittish_butterfly & littlerooster)

The feeling of orgasming hard, face down in your piss while you pump me full of your seed is powerful and I'm still spasming hard on your cock as you withdraw, moaning at the feel of you sliding out of me. You move around a little and then my hair hurts, pulling my face up out of the piss, making me strain upward. Your cock is there and you guide it into my mouth. I can taste you, your cum and my own embarrassing scent too, and I suck you clean while I slowly came down from the deep pleasure still making me squirm while you push gently in and out of my lips.

I don't fully realize what you're doing until I feel your other hand pouring more piss on my dark hair, already soaked with it. You are rubbing it in, making me feel like such a complete rag taking all of your piss I find myself moaning around your cock at the intensity of it.

Gladly I would have taken your cum and swallowed it just as eagerly as if it was your piss, but you seem satisfied that I cleaned you and pull out of my mouth, helping left me out of the pooled piss. My mind is a fuzzy ball of pleasure and joy as you somehow get me to the shower, lathering and pampering me more than any girl ever gave her favorite doll. I look up at you, thinking that I'm my fiancee's favorite toy, and somehow that's ok, good even. I love the feeling of your hands shampooing the piss out of my hair, massaging my scalp that only moments before you'd covered with urine. The contrast makes me shiver in the delightfully warm water.

We both glow through breakfast, sharing small talk through impossibly wide smiles, my fingertips reaching out for yours every once in awhile just because they can.

Then we're off and I can't help feeling excited, thrilled. Yes, you'd proposed, but it's different when a man actually puts a ring on a girl's finger, something to show off, to tell everyone in the world she's taken. I don't want to be picky or difficult, but the first few shops are just so expensive, and the rings they show us are all about size as if that's the only measure of a rings beauty. Those rings just don't look right on my slender finger. Finally in the third store there are two rings that look right, delicate on my hand. I can't help smiling and flaunting them in front of the mirror, trying to see them with your eyes, but all I can feel is my own excitement. I show you the less expensive of the two, and you look at me with such love, as if this moment is as special to you as it is to me.

You pick the expensive one anyway, and when you whisper in my ear that your little "piss drinker" deserves only the best, I flush immediately and can't help looking at the salesgirl, certain she must have overheard. Still, you put the ring on my finger, actually on my finger and it looks so beautiful and you tell me that, that it's the most beautiful ring for a fiancee, that your fiancee is beautiful, and I feel so warm and wet inside to hear you say it over and over I want to jump you right there.

Then it's Dad's place, the diner. He has his usually grumpy frown on to see me, looking at you a little crooked and giving me that usual gruff "What do you want?" kind of greeting. When I show him the ring, my face bursting with pride, his eyebrow goes up and he pulls my hand closer, like its not a diner but a pawn shop. Then he turns to you, calls you son, as if you somehow just bought his heart with what you put on his daughter's finger. I swallow my annoyance better than usual, today feeling too special to ruin with any of that.

Over food he prepared for us at a side table, you don't ask, you just announce to my dad that I'm quitting. I'm in shock, not having even considered the possibility my Dad would let me quit, not while I owed him back rent for two months still and he was still sure I'd never make it through college. But somehow you gain his trust and respect and he agrees to it, like he's somehow finally willing to consider the possibility that I really do need to study, that I'm really in college.

I feel a little sad to be leaving my Dad's diner, but this is my new life, with you. That's all that's important.

We sit, talking at the table over empty dishes, my dad only stopping by occasionally as he busies himself with customers. A text from Laura seems strange, greeting her piss sister in a way that makes me smile and talking about a piss party Wednesday night. I'll have to call her to find out what it is and where, assuming we'll go. I show it to you and agree we can go and I start to text her back, adding that we really did get engaged, just like she guessed, but then I decide that news like this isn't meant for a text message. I can't call her now though, not with our typical topics of conversation and so many of my dad's longest running customers sitting nearby, people who have known me since I first started scooting around the diner at the age of two.

We start wrapping up, my dad making a big deal of saying the check is on him. You grab a few last glasses of water and I feel myself getting very excited and wet inside, blushing like crazy for seemingly no reason. You look at me and you are hopefully the only person in the diner realizing what I was feeling, and you laugh to tell me it was just from thirst. Now I'm all worked up and all I can do is pout as you escort me to the car.

Once in the car, I call Laura right away, like she is the first person I actually *want* to tell now that my obligation to tell my dad is over and out of the way. "Laura.... Yes... I want to but... yes, well, I don't know what it is, other than something about piss I presume, but you can fill me in later on that, just text us the address, that's not what I want to tell you... will you listen just a second? Ok... So, after I drank Heath's piss for the first time last night, just like you said, and we went home for even more fun time, can you guess what happened after that? Yes? Yes! Just like you said! Exactly! Oh Laura I'm so happy, thank you so much for teaching me and helping me!"

We babbled on while you drove. I didn't even bother paying attention where you were taking us, the ring on my finger and my Piss Sister on the phone with you by my side were enough for me.
 
Laura is so excited for you once she actually lets you get a word in, I can hear her excited girlie scream from outside the car as I walk around to let myself in.

She congratulates you and says she will send you some flowers and will also send some photos and videos of the last piss party she attended, eventually after much girlie chat you say bye and hang up.

Laura is worth every cent, I think to myself, I put her on the company payroll about a week before I met Anne. Laura really was genuine, more so than I thought, I contacted her after I lost the game of poker I was playing with this gangster type. We were at the end of a long game, we were playing for money up until then and then for the last hand we decided to bet extreme sexual acts, not our own of course, he bet me his girlfriend would taken on 24 men, my mates if I wanted, he knew I didn't have a girl so he wanted whatever it was to be just as extreme, but it couldn't be a prostitute, it had to be a "real girl". Quite drunk I told him I could get a girl next door type to perform urinal duties for 12 men, he seemed happy with that and told me if he could be one of them, he even pay just for laughs.

If the loser could not provide the agreed acts, within 6 weeks of the bet, he would have to undergo an amputation, for some reason I agreed perhaps feeling too confidant, perhaps distracted by his girlfriend standing right beside him seemingly happy to be bet in such a manner, but I agreed and I lost the bet.

Carl the gangster laughed of course, knowing he had the upper hand, knowing I couldn't run anywhere he couldn't run anywhere that he wouldn't be able to find me. Quite the sadist Carl liked the idea of amputation by surgeon rather than forcibly having a limb chopped off, that whole submission thing that I have now trained Anne in so well.

So in a panic the day after the lost bet I contacted Laura one of my favourite piss mops by sending her an email on her website. She told me she didn't do private bookings which was just as well since I forgot about the no professionals rule.

I thought she might still come in handy though and I asked if I needed help at all would she be willing, for a price of course, to which she agreed provided it wasn't a show.

I got my mate in accounts to sneak her on the payroll for 2 months, he owed me big time and this would square us.

After I met Anne, I realised that as much as I loved her she also was perfect to manipulate for the role, both insecure and approval seeking in nature. I called Laura and asked if she could encourage Anne to embrace the piss fetish, but first I had to let Anne find the vids, which worked so well.

I didn't know how much Laura embraced the piss mop thing, seeing her drink her husbands waste was a shock to me as we'll, she certainly didn't have to do that if it was an act.

This piss party sounded like another turning point for Annie .

When we got home we had a look at the pics and vids of the last piss party they were all titled with little descriptions. Most of the women were naked except for sexy footwear, some had red chokers on, Laura explained that the red choker means the woman is attached and her man needs to be asked before she can be pissed on.

There women on the stage chained to toilets they were holding their heads over the bowls and men were pissing on them.

Women having glasses filled with urine as we did that night with Laura.

There was one video of Laura herself contorted pussy over her own face, she then opened her mouth and urinated on herself, pissing in her own mouth even and drinking it.

And women just simply being pissed on.

"Looks really full on, maybe it's too full on" I say to you, we'll discuss it after I fuck you and with that I rip your skirt off and turn you around, jack hammering you from behind, as you lean against the kitchen table.

Once we have both cum, I add to your messy cunt by pissing directly inside you, filling you with piss. Piss dribbles all over the floor and when done, I pull you down to the ground and use your hair as a mop.

"That was so awesome, you're the best ever". I say to you.
 
I'm still glowing, Laura's happy excitement for me still with me. We arrive home, our home, and I follow you in. I do a few dishes in the kitchen while you sit at the table and check for Laura's email on the laptop. A piss party. It had to be nice, right? Parties are good. They're fun. And I'm invited, with you, my fiancee. Life feels great.

You call me over so I dry my hands and sit next to you. You show me the pics and videos linked from her email, the explanation of what a piss party is. I feel a familiar little thrill, sitting next to you and looking at the first short video, a woman getting pissed on. I know how she feels, can imagine myself right there in her place, with you standing over me. A piss party could be perfect for us.

There's more, and you show me. As I see more pictures, though, I realize there is more going on than my romantic little idea of maybe having you piss on me and Derek piss on Laura while share drinks and a barbecue. The fact I'd even imagined something that public and open doesn't even shock me as what I'm looking at gets clearer.

Many men. Many women. It wouldn't just be you and me, or even Laura and Derek, if I understood what she was showing me. It would be strangers that could see us. Maybe they'd be busy peeing on their own dates, but it would be in the open. And naked.

I take your hand as my pulse races and you show me more. "I don't know. I... I want to but... I'm not like Laura, I don't know how to strip in front of men, or on stage like that. Other men seeing me naked, just in the heels and... well... at least the choker... it would say I'm yours so no one else would... what does that say down there? Unless they ask you first?" I take in a sharp breath and I'm bright red again, just when I thought I couldn't possibly blush again in my whole life.

Women chained to toilets, men pissing on them over the bowls like they were toilets, drinking it... Laura... I closed my eyes, overwhelmed. I couldn't do this. How could I do this? And yet as you squeeze my hand and show me more, I can't deny I'm incredibly turned on. I can see your face as you look at the pictures, and you are so into it, intrigued to say the least. What is it about seeing what you want that gets me so hot, thinking about giving it to you no matter how far it pushes me?

I know I'm breathing a little too hard, my pulse still racing and my hand is probably warm in yours. I feel sad at the look in your face as you turn to see my reaction, the way you back off from your own enthusiasm because you're so worried about me. I can't stand making you look that way.

And when you say we can discuss it after you fuck me, it just makes me moan, suddenly certain what I'm going to do. I want you in me so badly, want to feel your pleasure, to feel you unwrapping your gift, me, and taking it, to feel your love. As you just tear my skirt off, everything feels different. I have no idea how I'll make it through that party, how I'll keep it from going too far, or even exactly how far that is. But you turn me roughly, bending me over the table, showing me I belong to you, and I know it with every fiber in my being.

You take me, my mind filled with the terrifying yet thrilling images we just saw, the laptop still open in front of me as you drive right into me, hard and deep, without even preparing me. It's unbelievable how easily you penetrate me, even though I can feel how tight I am around you. Your hands are on me, pushing me down on the table and pounding me so hard, my own cries mixing with the sound of girls being pissed on in the videos still running in front of my face, all of it part of one idea in my head as I finally close my eyes tight, my knuckles white as I grip the table, grunting from the force of you inside me. We scream together, a miracle of love and timing as you fill me exactly when my emptiness needs you most.

I can hear the sound of our wetness, your cum and my excitement as you keep pumping me gently, still hard and inside me. I'm slumped on the table, exhausted, moaning your name softly and staring at a naked girl chained back down over a toilet, her wet hair dripping with piss and turning her face up to let her man piss in her open mouth. I feel myself clamping down again, my excitement rising, so slippery and wet as my mind tries to imagine you treating me that way, wondering if that's what you want, and how I would feel to make you that happy.

There is a strange hot sensation inside me, your breath changing, a relieved sound like when you are pissing on me, only you're still inside me, and then I feel it leaking out around you, running down my leg, your piss actually inside me like it was your cum. I shudder and moan at the terrible thought as it sends ripples of unwanted pleasure through me, and I reach back with one hand to stroke you thigh as you piss in me.

I feel like I would cum again from the thought of what you're doing to me, but you pull out, letting even more of it drip to the floor. You hand is in my hair and I gasp, feeling you taking control of me, and as you pull me up, not so hard to rip my hair out or anything out right cruel, but just making sure I go where you need me, I feel it through my whole body. I end up on my knees and then my face brought right down to the floor, to the puddle of our piss I couldn't possibly keep in me, still feeling it dribbling between my legs as you turn my head sideways and push me down so my hair is on the floor, slowly moving me around, swirling my carefully brushed out hair in the piss to soak it up like a mop.

My hips are moving on their own, my hands down on the floor to keep my balance as you wipe up the mess using me to do it, and even though it is so incredibly nasty and demeaning, there is a part of me I'm starting to recognize and even enjoy that finds what you're doing to me incredibly reassuring and exciting. You need me. You want me, for so much. I am so special to you, I can see it in your eyes as you look down on me when you finally let my face up from the floor, my beautiful dark hair now just a wet soaking tangled mess that doesn't bother you at all but just seems to make your eyes think I'm even more beautiful. I'm kneeling at your feet and when you bend down and tell me those wonderful words, how I'm the best ever, I kiss you as deeply as if you'd given me a dozen roses. "I'll do it, I want to go to the party. Please don't worry about me. It's scary but I really want to do it, us to do it. I want to wear my choker, for everyone else to see it." The choker grew in my mind, like it was my second engagement ring, every bit as beautiful and special.
 
I smile when you tell me you want to go. In my head I am seeing Laura's piss party as a training ground for when I get you to pay my gambling debt. I know now without any doubt that you will do as I say even if it means other men pissing on you. Maybe especially if it means that. All of this provides you with the attention you crave, it makes you feel needed and loved.

" ok we will go then, and you will be the most beautiful piss mop there" I say lovingly before adding "missed a bit" and grabbing your head to mop up some more piss off the floor. "I have so many more ideas as well" I add.

I tell you how I would love to see you piss on your own face like Laura did, how I would love for us to spend hours pissing in the bath and when it's deep enough you bathe on it, I tell you how I want to piss right in your mouth and have you drink me again.

I tell you how much I love you and how the men at the party will want to fuck you and piss on you.
 
Now it's like you have me on an emotional rollercoaster. Up and down, anxious and relieved. Is it wrong for my heart to soar at the thought of being the most beautiful piss mop there? I'm sure it must be, but I can't stop it anyway. Why should it matter to me whether I'm more beautiful than the other girls that will be at the party? I only care what you think, and, well, I'm your girl so... my mind races to far ahead, my soaring heart seeing down into the depths of doubt then at the idea it would matter at all to you whether I was the most beautiful. I find myself praying that I will be, that you will see every man there wanting me, so you won't even think about another girl.

Then you grab my hair and shove me back to the floor to mop up a little more of your piss, commenting as you do how many ideas you have for me. I gasp a little as you're just a little rough with me, but I know a couple past boyfriends used to get annoyed when my worries would distract me from what I was doing, so it's probably my own fault. And besides, I can hear it in your tone, in the way you look at me when you finally pull me back up, it was done with love. My hair is a soggy mess, my blouse a wet ruin, but all's well in my world. I'm your girl.

The idea of pissing in my own face like Laura did weirds me out when you talk about it. My own piss? That disgusts me. It's not like the beautiful feeling of your piss raining down on me, letting me show you my love. My own piss feels vile to me in my imagination, like yours once seemed, before I understood. But your tone is so glowing, I know I would do it for you, even as anxious as it makes me.

Then your thought of spending hours in the bath with you sounds simply romantic, even if it would be soaking in piss rather than luxuriating in bath oils and the smells of scented candles. It feels like the antidote to all my worries that this piss party bring up. Just the two of us alone, with just you pissing on me, the way it is meant to be with us, no worry of your eye wandering to other girls, or of other men wanting to piss on me instead of you.

Images from the video flood back in my head, more like instinctive flashback than selective memory, as you talk about pissing right in my mouth to drink you, no champagne glass to let me control the pace or dress up the act like something classy. I gasp loud enough for you to hear, and yet my insides stir around like crazy, like you're mixing me up so incredibly I can't tell what turns me on or scares me anymore. But you tell you love me, that I'm so beautiful the men will want to fuck me and piss on me. And I'm turned on even more, focusing only on the warm glow between my legs of knowing you think so.

"Heath, I can't imagine another man pissing on me or fucking me, only you. But I want every man to look at me, to beg you for permission. I want to make you feel like the luckiest man in the world, like you make me feel as a woman." I'm slowly getting to my feet, dripping still just a little on the floor and just ignoring it for now -- I can take care of that in the morning. I take your hand and then one step toward the hall, my eyes looking back at you imploring you to follow. "Please, Heath, I want to show you how special you are to me."
 
I let all the ideas swirl around your head like piss in the bath, then I give you more thoughts.

"I'm not sure if I would allow others to piss on you baby, it's a sexy fantasy though" I say letting you know I like the idea.

then i look at you, those eyes imploring me to follow you.

" I wonder what you planned for me my prize" I say curiously
 
I lead you by the hand, trying to ignore the unexpected way disapointment weasled its way in with relief that you wouldn't let other men piss on me. It was a sexy fantasy, but you didn't want it from me? I resolved that I would give you something that would make you sure that I should be the object of your every fantasy.

The door to the bathroom opens easily and I turn on the light. I touch your chest lightly, telling you to stay there where you are. Then I stop to the bathtub's edge and turn to face you. I can feel my blouse soaked with piss, wet on my shoulders and chest, my hair tangled and stuck to my neck and forehead. I'm a mess, but your eyes are on me. My skirt is already off, so I have to start elsewhere. My fingers go to each button of my blouse, opening it slowly, trying to move in a sexy way while I do it, like I saw Laura, swaying my hips and slowly undressing for you, just you. Showing you what belongs to you, wanting you to want me even more. I can't help finding your need intoxicating and addicting.

My blouse open, belly and bra exposed, I slip it off my shoulders. I'm just in my bra and then that is gone to, leaving me naked, just my dark wet tangle of hair covering one swollen nipple. I smile, not shyly this time, letting you look, forcing myself not to turn or cover myself. I want you to look.

Then I step into the tub and beckon you closer with one slow finger. I lie back. As an afterthought, trying to think of what you would like, I put the stopper in over my head, feeling around with my fingers until it sinks home. Then I put my hands under my lower back and arch myself, bending until my hips are as high up above me as I can get them, like I'm doing bicycles in my exercise class. Only my legs are spread and bent at the knees.

It takes a minute for my courage to overcome my anxiety, but the first trickle finally comes, and my eyes go to yours, eager to see your reaction. My pee comes out and dribbles down my belly, but then it strengthens and splatters my breasts and neck. I arch a little more, blinking rapidly as I look back and forth from your eyes to my own pee. It takes a second but then I can feel it hot and strong and splattering me right in the face and I just shut my eyes then. I think about opening my mouth, and only at the end do I get the guts to do that, my own piss spraying a little in my mouth along with the rest of my face. I can feel it running how down my cheeks and hair, my body still up over me as I let the last of it run out.

I swallow the bit that got in my mouth with a grimace. My own piss is nothing like yours, not even close.
 
I tell you how wonderful you are as I see you get into position, I know you are about to piss on your own face for me.

I pull my cock slowly as I watch you, watching the trickle work it's way out of your cunt and the free fall, splattering on your face & in your mouth.

"You might have to do that trick at the party Annie, it would be quite the crowd pleaser" I say smiling while I stroke myself.

So worked up and excited, I then spasm and cum, shooting my load all over your face and in your mouth.

Once recovered I spit in your mouth and then with a faux gentlemanly comment "let me clean you up" I unleash another shot of piss onto your face thus completing the cocktail of body fluids that have now hit you.

"You are the most beautiful mess Annie"
 
As I open my eyes, the taste of my own piss still strong and disgusting in my mouth, I can see you over me, the look in your face, the fact that you have your cock out and can't keep from stroking yourself over the sight of me. I shiver with happiness that I made you that happy, that hot for me. I feel disgusting lying in my own piss, my soggy mess of hair all but floating in a puddle of it at the plugged drain over my head. I'm so turned on watching you look down at me and work your thick cock that my own fingers wander between my legs. I don't move, my legs still open, and I stroke myself as I watch you. I just lie in my piss, not getting up, my body and face still glistening wet, but I just watch you and touch myself.

Your words make me flush with pride, and my fingers seem ever wetter as I tease my pleasure spot, dipping between my lips and finding how strongly my body reacts to the idea of being as crowd pleasing for you at the party as you find me right now. My response is just a slow moan, my eyes on your cock, wishing you would climb in and take over for my fingers, climb on top of me and pound me hard again.

But you look like your breathing is getting hard, your face looking like it does before you yell and cum in me. My fingers start stroking faster, feeling an urgent desire taking me over, wanting you in me so badly, thinking about you cumming in me, recognizing the signs of your pleasure wwith me and wanting you in me where you belong. I whimper but you groan and grunt, like the greatest pleasure and relief and your cum shoots out at me, thick rope after thick rope, landing on my face, in my open mouth, again and again. I'm squirming with frustration and need, but the sight of you coming, actually seeing it, feeling and tasting your cum on me just leaves me even more breathless, and I can't stop my fingers.

I leave my mouth open, letting you see your cum so you will be pleased with me for keeping it in my mouth, waiting to swallow it like I remember, knowing how you would like that. You bend over, looking and you spit in my mouth again. I shudder and my body almost convulses inside by how completely you possess me, and still I keep my mouth open, my mind strangely stuck in a completely receptive state, wanting anything, everything, wathever you will give me.

You offer to help clean me up, and your piss streams out onto my face, in my mouth, just showering me with it. I feel so pathetic and disgusting, completely marked with your fluids and even my own piss, seeiing you stand over me like that, tasting your cum and your piss now in my mouth too, and I can't help it. my fingers can't stop, and as the piss splatters my cheek and nose before going back to my mouth, I tense up and then I'm cumming while you piss on me. I can't help swallowing the disgusting load in my mouth as it starts by accident, and then i cray out over and over, likemy hhole body is orasmign, and I can't lie still under you, arching and bucking like wild as your piss slowly finighes spattering my face as I still cum.

Finally I am lying still, absolutely a mess, but you reassure me, the most beautiful mess. I smile wearily back at you, exhausted but unimagineably happy, not even able to process what just happened to me. "I love you." I taste you on my lips and I can't stop saying it. "I love you Heath," still lying in your spit and your piss and your cum, all of it in my belly too, making the two of us one.
 
I watch you play with your pussy, lying in our piss and my cum and spit, how can something so disgusting be so erotic? I watch intently as you start to buck and spasm you writhe around in the body fluids, my spit and cum still in your mouth.

Then you cum, so hard and so intensely, finished showering you in my fluids I kneel beside you and hold your hand as you climax. You look a mess but I still find you so beautiful.

"I love you too Annie, I have never seen anything that hot anywhere. Maybe we could do that at the piss party for everyone to see, imagine that Annie you would truly be a star" I say planting more seeds in your head.

I pull the plug letting all the piss drain out then refill it it, I wash you so tenderly and as a fantasy I talk about other men pissing on you.
 
I'm still glowing with the warmth of your approving gaze and all the piss and cum I'm lying in, each of your wonderful words just validating everything I hoped for, that I really can give you enough to make you this happy, to feel you need me so much. The warmth doesn't even fade as you tell me how hot it was to watch me, doesn't fade a bit as you even suggest the idea of everyone else see me like this. I can hear you would like this. I don't dwell on it, not wanting to face the embarrassment I would feel now while I'm still so high. I just tremble under your caress, your star.

I can hear the soft trickle of all the fluids draining as you let the plug out, but still I lie where I am, letting you touch me, putting the plug back in and bathing me. I'm too weary even to move much now, but you just bathe me like I'm your baby, tenderly, with love in your eyes and hands and words, talking softly to me of other men pissing on me, and I feel the stirring between my legs again already at the thought of giving you what you want. I arch as you wash by belly, my breasts, my legs, my face, every part of you wanting your touch, pressing up for you, almost in a trance of satisfaction and happiness.

When you finally dry me off with the thick towel and hold me I cling to you with both arms, your clothes against my warm bare skin feeling so good. My face is against your chest, through your shirt and my eyes are closing as I feel so at peace and comfortable, like I would sleep right her in your arms and never need a bed. I feel the dreams starting even before my eyes close completely, your voice still softly in my ears speaking of what you'd have them do, my imagination taking your words and turning them into my own dreams.
 
As we slowly wake up, I start to kiss you tenderly, there is something different about my kiss today, it seems we become more intense with every degrading act, the more dignity that is lost the hotter I become.

The party is tonight, I tell you I have that excited butterfly feeling in my stomach, being able to show you off, being seen with you, I tell you I love being seen with you in public, how other men are always checking you out, I tell you something for the first time, something I have kept secret because at the time I just thought that you weren't ready to hear, but you grown so much since then, grown into a beautiful piss mop, one that craves the most disgusting acts and makes me harder then any woman I have ever met.

I hold your face, kissing you some more and then stand up my morning wood hard as ever, I grab your head and start fucking your face, I duck your mouth hard and deep making you gag and when I cum, I do our new ritual of spitting your mouth I then start to take my morning piss in your mouth, I stop and hold it at one point, so you can drink it, not saying just expecting it, then I keep going, emptying my bladder into you, as you drink my waste fluids.

"You are so perfect my love" I say to you as I carry you out of bed and into the bath, I bathe you again even though it was all in your mouth this time, I caress your body and suck on your little perfect breasts.

I tell you that I have to do some work today but Laura will be coming over to take you, you'll have a girls day out, hair, make up, buying outfits that might not be worn for long.

Then after I dry you, I pull you back in the bedroom, lay you face down, I kiss your arse cheeks amnd then separate them, I slide my tongue around your arsehole slowing working my way inside you, I explore your Anus orally until you have anal orgasm, all quivering and squealing in delight.

We make out some more and then I have to leave just as Laura turns up to take you out, she is all excited and hugs you tightly calling you her " little pissy".
 
It's the most incredible feeling to wake up feeling perfectly relaxed and rested, with my world at peace, and feeling your lips melting into mine, our bodies pressed warmly together. I'm in no rush to jump out of bed and get to the diner, and today I have no classes, so I take my time, enjoying your kiss, your hands against my naked skin, my body slowly coming alive at your touch. Your kiss seems even more passionate and loving this morning, even after how degrading everything was last night, but I don't question or doubt it now, it's just obvious you love me completely no matter what, even more the more I degrade myself for you. I feel myself getting stirred up and my hips starting to undulate gently against you as these thoughts warm me.

Tonight! The party! You are so eager and turned on about it, about the idea of parading me about in front of other men and showing me off, I've never seen you this nervous and excited, except for when you proposed to me of course. I'll never forget that, but this is a close second, and I breath lightly back into your mouth as we exchange words as if we whisper with one mouth.

"I can't wait, honey. I want you to be so proud of me." You want to show me off! I'm still amazed at how certain you are of my beauty, far less secure about it myself, but showing me off would make you happy, and I have to admit, now that I look back on it and being honest with myself, I did kind of like the way a lot of the men at the club looked at me, the way you thought they wanted to fuck me. They wanted me, which made me that much more special to you. I kiss you even more.

But you pull away, and I lie naked on the bed looking up at you as you stand on the floor beside me. My eyes can't miss how hard your are and I flush with desire, looking up at you like I need permission to touch you or something, which suddenly feels like I almost do. I wait a minute, letting you look at me, deciding its so much better to let you decide when, and how much you want, instead of just rushing in and taking as much of you as I can get.

You want a lot this morning. Your hands grip my head, a combination of my ears and my hair, like the last time only a little painful this time, your pull sharp and hard and tugging on my hair, guiding my mouth roughly to the thick knob of your shaft. My mouth opens, happy to be given what I wanted all along. I want to suck you in, to lick you, but you don't allow that. You drive your hips into my face like the way you pounded me on the kitchen table, and your cock goes deep in my throat, making me gag, and then again, my hands rising to your hips and thighs and holding on as I lie on my side with my head pulled up in your grip, taking you to the back of my throat.

But you don't relent, and I feel with a retching fear that you really are going deeper, until there is a sudden give in my throat and your head pops farther back, making my body convulse silently. If I had eaten anything in the last 16 hours or so I suspect I would have made a mess of the whole thing, but fortunately I don't puke, just gagging miserably as you slide your cock in and out of my throat now that you've established your beachhead there. My eyes look up at you, tears welling miserably, but you are so forceful, and your desire so clear that I do everything I can to hold on. My neck aches and painful noises in my throat scare me a bit, but I struggle to stay with you, to look in your eyes and experience this the way you need it, not just licking and slurping you the way I want it.

Fortunately, whether because you see how uncomfortable and difficult it is for me, or because it just feels so good to you which is what I prefer to think, you shove deep one, two three times, hold yourself there, and then grunt. The feeling of your thickness pulsing the length of my tongue and into my throat is amazing, but then you pull free of my throat and finish cumming in my mouth, so you leave your cum on my tongue, where the taste is growing familiar to me.

You pull out and I look up at you. I keep my mouth open, remembering what you like. You bend down but you just stay there a minute looking at me, and I leave my mouth open, waiting, tasting your cum but not swallowing it yet. Finally you spit right in my mouth and I feel it splash warm and thick against the roof of my mouth.

I start to close my mouth and swallow some of it but you touch me and shake your head. I'm puzzled what else I'm supposed to wait for here in bed, but I open my mouth again, waiting and thinking you will spit a second time maybe, but you take your cock in your hand, still semi hard for me, and you aim it at my mouth. I wonder if you are hard enough that you plant to stroke yourself until you can cum again? But then your piss comes out, right in my mouth, your cock not more than an inch away so it all thankfully goes in my mouth and not on the bed or the floor or on you.

I swallow your piss as fast as I can, a new experience, taking your full flow as fast as it comes, feeling a little queasy but incredibly excited, swallowing your piss and cum and spit, making you so happy. I moan slightly though as I start to fall behind, not able to swallow fast enough to keep up with your stream, and you pause for a moment, letting me swallow. My mouth empty, I look up to you. You are happy, but your cock is still aimed at my mouth so I don't close it. We wait like this, and I realize where my hand is, starting to stroke myself slowly but firmly, so turned on. Finally you let your flow start again, finishing taking all of your morning piss right in my mouth. Only a little bit trickles down my chin, but I catch it with a finger of my non-stroking hand and wipe it in my mouth, making sure to get all of you.

So perfect! Being carried from bed to the bathroom, to be perfect, like your princess, my head is against your chest, totally content. You set me in the tub and I assume the position for you to piss on me, forgetting momentarily that you already did. Instead you start to bathe me again, like a familiar ritual, like your loving touch and gentle sucking on my nipples is my reward, proof that I'm doing things right.

You have my body humming and so eager by the time I'm out of the bath adn you've dried me off that I'm aching for you. Led back to the bed, you lay me face down and I brace myself, but you just kneel next to me, gently kissing my bottom. I'm tingling, waiting for you to take me, but then you spread me open down there and I gasp. I feel your tongue and I'm embarrassed to have you there, but the sensation is strong, and as strange as it is to feel such a thing there where it doesn't really belong, you relax me. My body, already so eager, responds, the sensation spreads and mixes with all my other mixed up urges, until I'm breathing hard and squriming under you, pressing myself down against the bed with just enough pressure that I manage to explode with pleasure even while you are totally ignoring the needs I considered most basic.

The kissing and hugging and loving talk that follows is more than enough to chase away the embarrassment of what just happened. Finally you get up and dress and head out, leaving me in a light summer dress for the day with nothing special to do.

But Laura bursts in just as you leave, hugging me like she hadn't seen me in years and demanding to see it. You're gone and it's just the two of us and I'm laughing and showing her the ring, letting it play in the light for her. She talks about her own, what it was like to be engaged, and to be married, how exciting it is if you can please a man so much he has to spend the rest of his life with you. I nod, knowing what she means, or at least I think I do given that I'm only engaged.

We go out shopping. I pick out some things but she sends them back. It's very important I get my man hard at the party, that I hold his eye from the very outset, with all those other girls there. I frown but nod, and go back and pick out a sexier dress, thin and short, lowcut in back and showing my shoulders. She says I should maybe start with my hair up, to show of my slender neck but I can always let my hair down when the pissing begins, because it is so beautiful for pissing. I look around, wanting to be sure the sales lady isn't listening, even though I'm planning to do all this more or less in public at the party this very night.

We end up walking out with an armful of packages each, and I wonder why we need more, if there are more parties? Or if there is just no such thing as too much shopping. But Laura was so insistent. From there it's shoes, a new pair of heels, something that will work with a dress, or totally undress, heels that say "do with me as you please." We pick out a pair, classy with shiny black straps, high enough that they really show off my calves so nicely, that's what Laura says.

Finally Laura drops me back home to change. I get the key from under the flower pot and let myself and call out for you right away, excited about the new dress, the heels, the party. It's almost time!
 
I come home and see all the clothes and shoes and smile at you lovingly, "I am so happy you had fun today my love"

I ask you which outfit you will wear, which pair of shoes, I semi joke to you that as you may end up in only the shoes and choker that, that might be the most important thing to get right.

You eventually decide and model the outfit for me, "I love it honey" I tell you and we leave for the party.

We are greeted by Laura who tells us things are only just starting, the women are still all clothed and the toilets on stage don't have any women chained to them yet. It seems like a perfectly normal party until a woman in her late 30's dark hair and cuddly build who looks every part the soccer mum except she is wearing a mini skirt and low cut top with black boots comes up and says

"Hello I'm Louise, I'm the raffle girl tonight, if you like to buy a ticket or 3 you will go into the drawer to win the opportunity to piss all over me on stage, there will be 6 winners"

Louise is all smiles about her degradation, out of respect for you I decline the ticket but wish her luck. I squeeze your hand knowing you must feel a little weird having a woman offer her body to me with you right there.

Laura tells us there is always a raffle girl at the parties, it is quite popular.

She then hands you a red choker so men will know you are taken and have to ask my permission first. Untaken women must do as they are instructed taking the piss where the man aims it.

A man approaches Laura and talks to her in her ear, she nods a few times and tells us she will be starting proceedings soon.

She steps up onto the stage and announces that the first piss mop will be christened, a couple step up, the man who spoke to Laura moments before he is in his 40's and his wife of similar age, she is curvy blonde hair with large breasts.

"The piss mop will disrobe now" announces Laura and the woman drops her red evening dress with high cut leg and low cut top and then removes her red bra and panties, making herself completely naked.

The audience cheer and whistle at her nudity and she blushes a little looking nervous.

A clear bath is wheeled out and steps in it, her husband then releases his cock and aims at her tits which she is holding up proud for him.

He lets go of his stream and showers her in yellow fluid. The audience cheer again.

After he has finished she bathes in it a while before stepping out and leaving the stage to more applause.

Laura thanks the couple and asks for volunteers among the women to take turns being chained to the toilets on stage, she tells the women they should come and see her if they are interested.

Laura then leaves the stage and returns to us, "well it's a piss party now!" She says happily and tells us things will only get hotter now.

A man approaches us and compliments you on your breasts, he doesn't ask to piss on you but you can tell he wants to.

I smile at you as he walks away.
 
I feel so silly as you walk in and find me on the bed surrounded by bags and purchases. This is so not me, never spoiled or a shopaholic, and yet the way you smile at me so brightly, calling me your love and pleased with the results of my day, I can't help smiling back at you, turning toward you on the bed and starting to show you the things I found.

You seem interested, looking over the little nightie and the 2 pairs of shoes, but then interject the big question: what am I wearing tonight? Suddenly it all focuses down on that. I'm really going to a piss party. I'm really going to be treated like the girls in the videos. Really? Really. I can see your eagerness, so I take a deep breath and look over my pretty new things, wanting you to be proud to show me off.

"Ok, I'm going with the pink floral summer dress." I hold it up against my body, smiling hopefully, showing you how short it is so it will show off my long toned legs. It has a slight cling around the hips and a looseness at the waist that just teases at the promise of perfect curves that have to be unwrapped to be believed, only you won't see that until I actually put it on. I also hope you'll like the way it makes my modest cleavage look so innocent, focusing more on shoulders and collar bones and the soft slope of my chest, only hinting at the gentle swells hidden by the slight fabric.

"Do you think I should bother with a bra? I mean, are they... I mean you, just going to rip it off me right away?" There was the issue of my rock hard nipples and the dress's soft fabric, and in my mind's eye I could see the slightly lewd promises the men who looked at me would assume from the sight of them poking through. But you would be with me, and I wanted you to see every man want me, ache for me. Wanted to fill you with pride. "Yeah, maybe lacy little panties, but no bra, not tonight." I'd seldom gone out without one since I was 12, maybe to pick up the mail, but tonight was different. So different. I was inviting men to look. I shiver to think of it, with you looking at me already. I let you pick which of the three colors I bought, white, black or pink, and it somehow makes me smile to have you take part in dressing me like this. And I like the pink you chose, perfect for my dress, just in case anything shows through in the wrong light.

I settle on the high red heels with the thin double ankle strap and gold buckle, open toed, classy -- for a pair of heels the color of a whore's lipstick. But they would match the color of the chokers I saw in the video. Oh how I hope they don't change the color and make me feel like a fool standing naked in front of a crowd of men in the wrong color heels.

But you seem pleased with my choices, especially watching me slowly change into them, making me giggle nervously a little self-consciously as I pretend to strip tease for you somewhat awkwardly before pulling on the new dress. If I'm awkward and dorkish trying to do that just here in front of you, how am I going to pull it off in front of a crowd? In front of Laura? I put the worries aside and take your hand, following you to the car in my red heels, my nipples so sensitive as they swell against the soft fabric of my dress, teasing me with every pounding thud of my heart making them move ever so slightly against it.

The drive is so surprisingly quick, like I scarcely have a chance to gather my thoughts or steel myself to really do this. I clutch your hand so tight as you lead me from the car and into the building, and then we're there, all these people, men and women who will piss on each other, like you and me, people who will watch you do it to me, watch me strip. Who will want me too. I hope. I don't want you to be disappointed.

I hear Laura's happy shriek as she catches sight of me and we dash the few steps between us in careful little steps on our heels. I feel her against my nipples as we hug, and then we check each other's outfits and hair. She looks so beautiful, and I blush when she compliments me too, feeling out of her league in my own head, but so grateful for her support.

Things move faster than I have time to think about and understand. One moment I'm staring at a stage of toilets, trying to imagine what is going to happen here, right in this room, maybe to me, and the next thing I realize a woman is basically trying to sell herself to you, to get you to piss on her on stage. I watch you but I keep my tongue, not wanting to be the jealous shrew, but when you squeeze my hand and politely decline, I sigh with relief and lean into you a little more. Strange how it takes giving you the chance to pee on another woman to let me feel this special about you, this sure of you.

Laura hands it to me, my choker and it is such a relief to compare the color to my shoes and find they match. I grin and thank her, and I feel myself getting wet just holding it. It feels like such a powerful symbol to me, that I belong to you. I hand it to you with a gentle smile, then turn and lift my hair and offer my neck to you. "Please, honey, would you please put it on me?" I almost shiver as your hand touches my neck, touching my nearly bare shoulder, wrapping it around my throat and fastening it snug and nice. I let my hair down and do a little spin for you. "What do you think?" I feel so sexy as you look at me, and I see a man behind you try to crane his neck to get a glimpse of me.

And then i turn to the stage, hearing Laura up there. She looks so natural in front of people, as if she was never shy in her life, not like me. She calls up a first couple, and I watch with interest, trying to get a feel for how this works, what goes on. My hand is tight on yours as she strips in front of all of us, Laura impersonally addressing her just as "the piss mop" in a way that makes me shiver with strange delight. Her body is different from mine, older and heavier with very feminine curves, on the edge of plump but so sexy in her husband's eyes it almost doesn't matter what she looks like. She doesn't seem shy at all. I try to learn from her as I watch.

The naked woman clambers into a clear bathtub. My face is red with embarrassment for her, a clear bathtub. We can see absolutely everything. But she seems actually happy about it. Her husband steps forward and starts in on her, going for her ample breasts first. She is holding them up for him, offering them very much like you made me offer mine that first time. I lean into you and kiss you and give you a hug as the memory of that first time makes me feel so warm.

The man must have drank a bathtub first because he pees like an uncapped firehydrant, splattering her with a powerful stream that is fascinating and almost sexy to behold. I remember you pissing just as powerfully on me, and I'm feeling very excited at the mix of memories and new experiences, holding on to you and feeling like anything could happen here.

The crowd cheers them and when you join in so do I. It's a simple thing but it loosens me up, like we're cheering a high school football game or something totally normal. My tension loosens a little more and I feel good, my sexiness in my dress starting to really feel good, even in the crowd, or maybe especially so. A little sense of radar pings in my head every few seconds, and a little turn of my head finds one man or another sneaking a little peek at me, and none of the woman they are with seem the least bit concerned. Am I so crazy to feel so possessive and jealous of you? But our love is something special, binding us closer than they can understand. It's different. Right? I look at you, your eyes focussed on the stage, watching another woman get pissed on, trying to tell myself if you did look at another woman here, it wouldn't be a big deal, because that very closeness that makes me feels so possessive about you also made you put a beautiful red choker on my neck and a ring on my finger. I know I shouldn't worry, but it's hard for me not to.

So I focus on the pissing, and how the woman splashes around and bathes in it when he's done. She comes out, a smelly shiny mess but with a big smile as the crowd cheers them on.

The Laura asks for volunteers to be chained to the toilets, inviting us to go up and see if we might want to. I hang back, watching to see if other women will go forward first. My heart is pounding with so many new and exciting experiences so close at hand. Laura is with us and that makes me feel more confident too. I can handle anything you need me to here and make you proud the whole time. I swallow hard and give you a kiss, making my decision tongith I am brave, tonight I'm not shy and insecure or jealous or petty. Tonight I am going to try to be every bit as wonderful for you as you seem to think I am, to live up to your expectations.

A man walks up to me, his eyes lingering on my swollen nipples through my dress in a way that should have gotten him slapped if he did it just 100 meters from this very spot, out on the street. But when he winks at me and says "nice tits" like its the most natural way in the world to speak to a girl, I just blush and thank him, feeling so turned on as you smile at me.

I can do it. I look at you, and at Laura. "Can I.. can I look at the toilets? I just want to see what's going on here?" You seem to be talking to Laura and don't mind leaving me alone here among all this men, as if the choker around my neck is enough to keep me safe. I feel safe as I walk to the stage, even as men compliment my body, telling me I'm going to look terrific covered in piss, even volunteering to help if they can have permission. It just makes me smile, makes me feel confident, and I thank them all.

On stage I stare at the toilets with fascination, only one or two other girls up there with me. They look brand new, not nasty old things from a junkyard. I fight the temptation to pull the handle, momentarily turned on in a weird way by wanting to hear the sound of it flushing, like my brain is just craving sensation, sounds and sights, smells and touch. But otherwise, they are normal, the same kind of thing in our own bathroom, the same thing you probably peed in a million times... before me. I touch the porcelain, so cool and smooth, thinking of you peeing in it, your stream powerful and sure, thinking of me holding your cock and aiming it for you, feeling the power in my hand, thinking of it showering me and dripping from my face into the bowl. Is that what it would be like? I tremble and look away, back to you, feeling very stirred up inside and certain I'm blushing as I walk back to you and Laura.

Back at your side after a 30 second stroll and more rather lewd compliments and offers, I look up at you, seeing you smile as if you'd seen every man who approached me. I can do this, I can make you proud. "Honey? Heath, uh, can we, would you mind if we, or if you wanted to, uh, volunteer to..." my eyes finish the sentence my mouth cannot, glancing back to the toilets and then to Laura. I didn't know if I'm ready to bathe naked in a clear tub filled with your piss, not yet, not right away at least, but the thought of the toilet, maybe even a chain, it makes me shiver in a way that makes Laura smile knowingly at me and I glance down, embarrassed, but then I smile back at her. Tonight I am brave.
 
I watch the men looking at you, making comments, I notice how you like it. I think about how different this is for me usually I am so possessive, but I have to be different with this.

You ask about the toilets on stage and you and another young girl go up and have a look, Laura tells you they are brand new.

You come back to me and nervously tell me that you might want to be chained to one, as you say this a woman near us kneels as her man pisses in her mouth so she can drink it.

I ask if you are sure about it, that it is more extreme than being pissed on in the audience or in the clear bath, I remind you that for an hour ANY man will be able piss on you and in your mouth, you will just have to take it, I remind you there is no rush and we can take things slowly, if you really want another mans piss on you, we can try it with one man first not dozens and a little more privately than the stage.

As we talk Laura announces the first lot of toilet girls, they vary in age early 20's, late 30's and early 50's the women undress and have a leg iron attached to their ankles and are secured to the toilet, men start making their way to the stage to piss on them.

Lets just watch baby, if you still want to try you can go next. I hold you tight from behind and you can feel my hardness against you.
 
My heart drops into my belly as you tell me what the toilets entail. It wouldn't just be you pissing on me like that, the little fantasy I'd constructed for myself. That would be any man who wanted to, any man could piss on me. I shudder as you turn me around and pull me back into you to watch as a few women on stage are led to the toilets. You tell me to watch as they strip for the crowd. The cheering isn't boisterous like with the first couple, and I wonder if that was just the excitement of getting the evening started, or if what's going to happen at the toilets is just more serious.

The sound of clanking chains is loud enough to make me flinch back against you just teeny bit, feeling you slowly getting hard as we watch men chain their women to the toilets. I lean back with my head against your chest, looking upward briefly, and whisper a question to you. "Why do they have to be chained? We're all here voluntarily, right? Is it just for show?" But as I turn my attention back to the stage where men are starting to step forward, the faces on the women don't look like its just for show, their hands running over the iron bands around their bare ankles like they can't believe the constraining metal is real. I feel it myself, as if I could feel it around my own ankle, like watching those first videos with you and just feeling myself in their place like an experiment in my mind wondering how I would react. My body is excited, but there is so much going on here its hard to tell way.

As the piss starts to flow, the women with their faces over their toilets, the sound of the chains clinking a little as they fidget and squirm, I can feel you getting even harder. Beyond the chains, even, what the women face is something beyond what I'd assumed as well in the way the line of men forms in front of them. As the first man finishes with a satisfied look on his face, leaving his women soaked and dripping his urine mostly into the toilet but some running down her body and dripping on the floor around it, the next man steps up immediately, and the next pissing begins. He gives her no rest, no time to gather herself before it starts again. I shudder and feel my insides flip-flopping around at the sight of it.

It's intimidating to watch, to imagine, how could I possibly do something like that? I look up at you again, this time just watching the rapt gaze in your eyes and feeling your cock now fully hard and pressed against my backside through your pants and my dress. You love this. Watching it again, I have to admit, I love it too. It's beautiful, the woman so miserable and soaked and so very sexy. Even the chains. But could I actually do it? Or is this just some spectator sport for me. Still the feeling of you behind me keeps my heart pounding that much harder.

"I don't know." I whisper up to you as a third set of men steps forward. "I... I want you to be this hard because of me, too. I just don't know if I can... they don't even give them a minute to, you know, I mean it just keeps going, how can they...?" Your arms hug me tight and I smile and cuddle back against you for reassurance. I know you're here with me, everything will be all right, but still.

As if you can sense how very man challenging new things are going on at once on stage, you offer me some baby steps, like training wheels. If I knew I could handle taking another man's piss, maybe I could consider doing it, but I've never even done that before, let alone on stage.

I nod with the back of my head against your chest, smiling that I have the most thoughtful fiancee in the world who understands and cares about my needs. "I think that's a brilliant idea, Heath, thank you. I want to, you know, the toilets. I think I really should, I'm just... just scared a little, a little overwhelmed. And just knowing before I went up there that another man's piss wouldn't freak me out and send me running for my life only to have a chain at my ankle keep me there, well, yeah, I think that would be good." I look around, suddenly seeing every man who glances at me in a different light. "Do you think there's anybody who could help us?"

And then I keep watching, fascinated, with an intoxicating mix of dread and desire swirling around inside me.
 
I hold you, telling you how beautiful you look in your pink floral summer dress and red high heels, I feel you squirm a little as I explain to you that it wouldn't just be me and you at the toilets, I don't have a enough piss to keep you bathed for an hour, I nudge you teasingly.

We watch the women undress, and the tone is a little more serious, these women won't just be getting pissed on by their own men, it will be everyone, it seems more extreme. The women are then chained to the toilets, you ask me if they are being forced.

"It is a sign of commitment, the women are volunteers, you heard Laura ask for volunteers, you wanted to volunteer remember sweetie, but the chains, well it reinforces their commitment, it means that they can't run away, they can say stop of course, but it would take alot for them to do that, it would be considered shameful for them. And yes, you have to admit it looks hotter doesn't it baby?" I explain to you.

As we watch each man takes his turn, I start to caress your breasts through your dress, harder and harder, I slowly, pull the dress open, exposing your breasts, I flick the nipples and massage them in turn, I kiss your neck, and grind into you from behind.

We keep watching the show, until the last men finish up. Laura announces that there will be more toilet girls later, but before the women are unchained they must put their heads in the piss filled bowls and Laura one by one flushes the toilets, the women pull their heads up, flicking water everywhere from their wet hair. The crowd goes nuts and the women leave the stage to shower and rejoin the party as heroes.

The toilets and the stage are cleaned up and the party continues with some informal pissing here and there.

You tell me your interest in having another man piss on you, you seem to want to be chained to the toilet but are unsure of how it might feel, to have all those men piss on you. More men are looking at you now, your breasts exposed, you go to cover them after our make out session, but I tell you to keep them exposed.

"You are beautiful and I want to display what is mine" I tell you.

"Maybe we can find another couple, we can like switch, he can piss on you while I piss on his woman?" I ask, "If you are ok with that, I mean I have never pissed on anyone but you my love, it is nervous for me to, but maybe that would be the way to see if you like more than just me pissing on you" I offer as a possibility to help you achieve your toilet dreams.
 
Commitment. Your word rings in my ears as you hold me tight and we watch the girls get pissed on over and over. Commitment, they're so committed they allow themselves to be chained to a toilet. Even shameful for them to run away. More shameful than what is being done to them. Their men must be so proud, so turned on for them to be that committed. I feel how hard you are, and all I've done is let you piss on me and maybe drunk a little a couple times. Nothing like these girls. Chains on their ankles, committed to serving man after man. Your hands are at my breasts and I gasp as my nipples respond to your rough touch. My head turns and tries to look up at you as you maul me through my dress, roughly pulling aside the light fabric of the summer dress, actually exposing my breasts to your hands and any man who is watching -- and I'm exquisitely aware of how many men have glanced at me just while we've been standing here!

You are kissing my neck, though, just the way I like it, right where I feel your teeth but your warm lips making it ok, and my head tilts automatically it feels so good, letting go, ignoring your hands exposing me, breathing harder and pressing my bottom back to you now as I feel my excitement building inside beyond what I can stand still for. My eyes stare in the distance, watching one girl in particular getting just utterly drenched, a man aiming at her mouth and watching as she sputters trying to keep up swallowing fast enough. My body is just so turned on in so many ways, my hands reach back and caress your thighs, your hips, through your pants, wanting to hold you and touch you, to make you feel good, wanting you to keep going, wanting more.

I see a man glance at me, and then another, then one who doesn't just glance but stares openly, like he is entitled to look at my bare breasts. I look away from his eyes quickly, too embarrassed, and wonder that you don't glare at him and make him look away, but since you must not have, I don't cover myself. This must be what you want. Showing me off. I squirm against you even harder and I see out of the corner of my eye how the watching man makes a knowing smirk. I look away even harder, back to the stage where the men are finished peeing on the girls, but the girls' humiliation isn't complete yet. They all stick their heads willingly in the piss fulled toilet bowls and then the men flush them, the sound powerful. We can't see it directly, how the piss swirls and splashes their faces, or how they're expressions react to the sensation of almost being flushed down the toilet themselves, so much piss almost drowning in it, but we see the way their bodies tense and they have to hold on to the bowl with their hands.

Two girls lift up before the flush is finished, looking embarrassed and miserable, but another keeps her head in all the way even as her legs tremble and her back arches as if she might be throwing up or having a really bad dream. She gets the largest applause when she finally comes up. I feel a little sorry for the other two, who gave so much and how they must feel bad now, so I try to applaud them but I don't think my small hands clapping for them makes much difference. Your hands clap and leave my bare breasts completely open to the room's air, and I start to reach for my dress to fix it but then I hear your voice in my ear, almost flinching the way it sounds almost like a growl, telling me to stop. Simple, short, commanding, and my insides melt the way your sharp little command works into me. I drop my hands to my side, my nipples aching they are so hard as I leave them exposed. This is what you want, putting me on display. To hear you say I'm beautiful makes me shudder, to tell me you want to display what is yours makes me actually softly moan at your words, the most thoughtful compliments you could make, giving me the courage I need to let you display me like this in front of anyone who would look.

I feel your hands reaching around, lightly brushing away some of my long black hair that had fallen over my breasts as I looked around, brushing it back over my shoulder for me to make sure nothing is hiding my breasts and it's such a weirdly, incredibly sexy thing. I want so badly for you to kiss me, right now, hard and deep, hold me tight. But you just talk about having me pissed on, and I just keep moving my hips against you, feeling how hard you are, how hard being here makes you, how hard the idea of putting me through these things makes you. You aren't giving me the kiss I crave, but you somehow manage to make me even more excited nonetheless.

Then I realize you weren't just talking about me. My body struggles to accept this thought, of you peeing on another girl and me letting another man pee on me. I'm so turned on I just want you to kiss me, to pee on me, like I'd do anything for you. Even this. I look up and back, arching to meet your eyes, my own so questioning. "You would... I mean, you'd see me right? You'd be there? Would you hold my hand? Could I watch you? I need you with me if I'm going to do this, ok? Together?"
 
I finish caressing your breasts and body as the women chained to the toilet leave the stage.

I notice men looking at you, some discreetly some brazenly. I want them all to look at you, I want to tease them with your body, I have power right now, your body is my currency.

I decide to tell you this "You make me so powerful baby, here in this room so beautiful and half naked, your body is my power and currency, we can make things happen here, you can make things happen." I whisper in your ear, holding your little breasts up proud for all to see.

"Yes, I would be right there, holding your hand, I would hold your hand while he pisses on you and then you can hold my cock while I piss on his woman. Yes, I want you to be there, but lets try it in private first in the actual bathroom, not on stage just us and another couple" I advise you softly.

I look around and see another couple standing not far off, a young woman about your age, blonde, slim, little breasts like yours, she is dressed in a school girl outfit and is still covered, the man also around my age, wearing a suit.

"See them, over there, how about we ask them? What do you think baby?" I say as I look at them.

Before you can answer, they notice us, I play with your breasts and nipples as they look right at us. It is obvious I am playing with you for them to come over. They smile and slowly walk up to us.

"Lets just chat to them Annie, lets see what happens. Leave your breasts out too" I tell you.

They walk over, the man introduces himself "Hi, I'm Mike and this is my finacee Julia." he shakes my hand and looks at your tits.

Julia extends her hand to you as I introduce us to them.

"Are you enjoying the party?" I ask

"Yes, we are, we're still new to this" Mike says.

"Oh, so are we, it is pretty intense huh?" I answer.

"It is but so hot, I love being a piss mop" Julia responds, smiling at us.

We walk over to a table and sit down, we order some drinks from the topless waitress and chat a while about pissing and porn and sex and life in general.

I squeeze your thigh, "Mike, I would love to piss on Julia, would you like to piss on Anne, in private I mean though like the bathroom?" I ask.

Mike looks surprised, "We have talked about that but never done it", he looks at Julia and asks her, she says she is nervous but would like to try it and here seems like the right place.

I explain that we haven't done this with others either.

We get up and walk to the mens bathroom as that is the one not being used as all the men are pissing on women in the party itself.

"Let's flip a coin to see who goes first" I say to Mike.

"Heads or tails" I say as I flip the coin.

"Heads" Mike says and I catch the coin and announce it is tails, I show him as well as proof. It will be me going first on Julia.

"Mmmm lucky me, why don't you hold my cock Annie and aim it on Julia" I tell you.

Julia is told to get on her knees by Mike, she looks nervous and looks at you with trepidation.
 
If you are holding my hand, I feel like I could do anything. Even let another man piss on me. Even watch you piss on another girl.

You use me, your "power and currency", turning me like a living billboard for what you want, facing me right at another couple across the room. The man looks at me, his gaze openly staring up and down at me, very interested. Your power and currency at work, and I feel proud. The younger girl he is with is dressed like a school girl, still fully covered as if she is shy, making her look even younger and cute. As they come over, I can't help looking her over and sizing her up, and I can see her eyes looking me over. I can't tell if she is judging me the way she looks at my exposed breasts, or if she is just curious, wondering what it would be like herself. She's blond and pretty, but even though I want to hate her and resent how pretty she looks standing there dressed like that, her expression is friendly and she's hard to hate.

We sit together and I stay close to you, my eyes weighing these two, my mind spinning a million miles an hour as I can't help imagining it. Is this man going to piss on me? And this girl? I can't imagine that. I just imagine myself on my knees, staying with the thoughts that feel safe to me. Then you squeeze my thigh, rousing me from my brief reverie and you're openly talking about what you want to do. I knew it was coming, even all but asked for it myself, but here it is, and he's nodding. Oh my God, this man really is going to, and you on her. My heart is pounding, feeling my life about to take another leap I never expected.

As we enter the men's room I feel weird entering that male sanctum, and half-pray it will be too full for what we need to do. But no such luck to let me off the hook. It's positively empty.

There is a coin flip, and we win. You will piss on her first. I'm not sure if I feel like I won, but that's how it goes anyway. I watch as Mike puts Julia down on her knees. I blink a couple times and realize she's still dressed. "Wait, she's still, don't you want her to take off the outfit so it doesn't get all peed on?" The outfit matters more than the girl, somehow to me.

Mike just shakes his head. "Naw, she's a little shy about it still and I like the idea of her walking around with the outfit soaking in piss. Maybe it will help encourage her to think about taking it off, ya never know." He winks at me as if there was something clever in what he'd said, and I'm so glad I'm with you.

I look in your eyes, looking for any sign you want to pee on this girl more than me. But you look back at me with love, like this is a shared experience. And I get to be with you for it, to hold you and aim for you. So in my heart, I feel like this is different, like I won't fall to pieces. Just please, please, don't love peeing on her more than you love peeing on me, my eyes silently beg you.

I drop to my knees too, only to your side and facing you, so I can unzip you and then reach in with my hand, delicate and gentle, finding you and pulling you free. You aren't totally hard, and I almost feel good about that, even though I love the feeling of you thick and firm in my hand. She doesn't make you as hard as I do.

I turn my attention to the girl. She is sweet looking, looking up at her man and you, so trusting. She doesn't deserve my jealously and I try to let it go. I aim you as best I can, hopefully at her school girl blouse first, not wanting to hit her face, at least not right away. I remember how hard that is to get used to. Start her slow, just what she is ready for, and then aim higher if she reacts well. I pay close attention to her expression, to how she moves, as your pee starts, wanting to make sure it isn't too much for her. The feeling of your piss flowing so strong as I hold you and aim you makes me shudder on my knees, like such a privilege to be part of this with you.
 
You get on your knees and pull my cock out, Julia who is still clothed kneels, you ask if she will be undressing but it turns out she is still shy about that kind of thing, being pissed on however seems to be the lesser of two evils for her.

"You'll be undressing Annie, don't want to ruin your outfit" I say and wink at you. "But wait until it is your turn" I add, wanting you to stay clothed for now.

You aim my cock and I start to pee, letting my golden shower all over her covered breasts, you watch her and guage her response, splashing her throat and neck a little as well.

Mike stands back not wanting any piss on himself and takes his cock out, starts to stroke it, looking at Julia getting a shower and your exposed breasts in turn.

"mmm that is hot, see it would have been better to strip huh Julia?" he says.

She nods, "yeah, I was silly wasn't I Anne" she says to you.

"Not too late" I say, "You have seen Anne's breasts, I think it is only fair" I say smiling at you.

And with that Julia relents, you hold my cock shut to stop the flow as she undresses, showing off her slim and shaved body, little perky breasts.

"Good girl Jules, now back on your knees" Mike tells her.

You release the grip on my foreskin and I piss on her naked body, it splatters and splashes. You aim for her face and shoot her like a hose, she stammers a little surprised at the force then relaxes and lets it hit her.

Mike strokes his cock hard at the sight, and I swear he will end up cumming but doesn't.

Eventually I finish and I tell you that it is your turn now. Julia gets up and dries herself with some paper hand towels.

"That was fun honey" she says to Mike who is smiling, she gets on her knees and sucks him off a little.

I tell you to undress.
 
As much as Julie is shy and uncomfortable at first as the pee hits her, when her man asks her to undress she responds with surprising ease, stripping naked in front of us and showing off a body I wish wasn't quite that cute. I glance up at you as she kneels again, and then relax my grip on your cock, letting your flow free on her again. I guess I'm a little irked at the way she stripped in front of you, the way she shows off how comfortable she is being naked so suddenly, and I can't help myself, letting the stream of pee slowly rise on her body, and then accidentally aiming it right in her face. I feel an intense wave of satisfaction at the way she splutters and turns her head, very much the way I did my first time. But I know I can do better than her.

Finally your flow slows and stops, but I keep my hand possessively on your cock until you tell me to strip and get ready for my turn.

It's a weird feeling for me, taking off my skirt and top while listening the sounds of the girl slurping on her man's cock. I realize he's going to pee on me with that same cock, and I smile with a little pride as I get naked in front of them, in front of you -- she is probably sucking him right now just as worried and possessive because of me as I feel about her. Wanting her man's cock in her mouth, to make it clear to me where it belongs. Now just in my heels, even my panties off and totally naked in front of this couple, I slowly sink to my knees, my body facing the couple, but my eyes on you as I wait for the sounds of her sucking to stop.

By the time he faces me he is hard, and it is really really strange to have another man's hard cock pointed right at my face, glistening wet with saliva like it is totally ready to bury itself deep between my legs. I reach out for your hand as I look back at it, starting to shiver nervously just a little as I realize what's going to happen. I look in Julie's eyes as she lowers herself, her hands on his cock the way mine were on yours. I can't do this, I can't do this, but I don't want to embarrass you, don't want to take away that power and currency I can be for you, if I can just kneel still and let this man pee on me. I close my eyes, wanting to pretend in my mind it's you, and I wait for the inevitable, hardly able to breath I'm so nervous.
 
Mike moves away from Julia's mouth, he is rock hard and smiles as he looks at you. Julia lets go of the grip on his hand and he leaves her and heads to you. This has become challenging for her now, to watch her man urinate on another woman the way he would normally piss on her.

He positions himself in front of you and I hold your hand and stand back a little. He aims and starts to let his flow loose on your breasts, drawing little circles on your body, tickling your nipples, I look at you as his piss hits you, sharing this amazing experience together. And the he moves upwards and his piss hits your face, and lips, he pisses all over your face and then his stream runs dry.

"That was cool, only ever pissed on Julia" he says and I nod as I had only ever pissed on you.

"You did so well Annie" I say, "That was amazing to watch you with another man, I am so proud".

The couple leave and I ask you how it felt, what it was like and if you would do it again.

I tell you I am horny now but want to save it until I become a mad animal.
 
As Mike comes closer leaving Julia behind him on her knees, it looks like he's not going to bother having her hold him for this, just going to pee on me herself, and my heart goes out to her a little, how she must feel a little left out, having to watch her man just pee on me without being a part of it at all.

By the time he's standing right in front of me, I'm looking straight up in his eyes and my hand tightens on yours. I can feel my body is very tense as he stands over me, looking me over like he's carefully picking out exactly the right spot, his eyes lingering on the obvious candidates in a way that kind of annoys me. I feel you step back so you don't get any on you and I understand, but you don't let go of my hand. I realize this is it.

Then it starts, his urine streams out, not as strong as yours but strong enough, hot and pungeant. It splatters my breasts and I want to draw my head back so the splash doesn't go on my face, but I remember Julie and you watching, and I force myself to hold still, to just accept it as it comes. I can do better. I can be better.

It's running down my chest and belly and dripping to the floor between my kneeling legs, and he is playing, making little patterns, like he's peeing in virgin snow. He pisses right on my nipples, on purpose, teasing them in a way I hadn't experienced with you before, and I gasped in shock at the embarrassment of it, but more so at how it makes them swell up even harder. As uncomfortable as I feel letting another man take from me the gift I would reserve only for you, knowing it was making you happy was making me hot and bothered. By the time his piss moves upward, on my neck, my chin, over my lips that I keep closed to him, and then my face, I'm feeling totally turned on, being pissed on by a strange man for you.

My hair is wet and piss is just running from my chin by the time it slows and then stops. I open my blinking eyes and look up at him and he seems really happy, calling it "cool." I almost feel disappointment. Cool. When you piss on me, it is like the world changes just for us, like a monumental thing that means everything to you.

As they leave, taking Julia's damp clothes with them, you compliment me and tell me you are proud, and I start to feel better. I start to answer and my voice catches with emotion. You squeeze my hand. "I love you so much. I felt the whole time, your eyes on me, your hand. It was hard for me, but it felt really good, and right." I'm still on my knees but shifting to face you and look up at you, the piss still slowly dripping from my body, my face damp. "i would do it again." I could see it in your eyes. You were so pleased with me. "I want to do it again." Your eyes mean so much more to me than anything the other man could have said. Cool. Just cool. It still irked me. He didn't understand or appreciate what you see in me, but that doesn't matter. You are all that matters to me.

"I'm ready, Heath. I can do this. I want to." Maybe the toilets are done for the night, but they said it might happen again. I was going to try. I felt it.
 
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