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Anne in training (skittish_butterfly & littlerooster)

"You feel territorial about me?" I can't help wriggling against you and smiling, my eyes exploring the wonder of your face so close to mine. "That was the kind of thing I always associated with the stalker guys, or stuff I heard from a few girl friends who were abused or treated bad. Like they were just property. But somehow to hear it coming from you, I just feel totally different about it, probably because you're such a different kind of guy I can completely trust just has my best interests at heart, who loves me. And if I'm property, to belong to you, to be yours completely, would make me the happiest girl in the world." I almost cringe at how sappy I sound, but I mean it so much I have to kiss you instead.

Our conversation turns to the films, to the idea they might not even be so bad compared to what happened last night. I nod, my hair on your bicep as you hold me. "The producer? Yeah, calling him is probably a good idea. I want to make sure it's ok with him if you can appear in a mask. Maybe we both could. It makes me a little nervous, embarrassed you know, to think, even if its not my dad or whatever, but people who knew me in the third grade, or girls I used to play dolls with, the thought they'd see me like that, it's a little... but you know what? I could just ask them what the heck they were doing looking at something like that in the first place, right? I doubt he'd let me wear a mask anyway, not the way he was looking at me when he pissed on me."

My memory flashes back to kneeling over the toilet, the way that producer guy looked at me, evaluating me like a piece of artwork or a fine piece of meat at an auction. And then how he'd pissed all over my face. I close my eyes for a moment, remembering what I did while he pissed on me, embarrassed as you hold me to realize I opened my mouth for him and not just you, even if I didn't actually drink it.

I look into your eyes, guilt and sadness squeezing my throat. "Heath, I have to confess something. About last night. Please don't take this the wrong way, please don't be mad, but... well, when the producer guy was peeing on me? While you were off, I don't know, drinking and getting ready to come back? I don't think you saw it but, I... I wanted, I just felt you know, that he was... that he was judging me, like I just wanted his approval, so he would really think I was someone who could be a star, that you would be proud of me if he did. So, I... I didn't swallow, I swear, not on purpose at least, you know, but I, well, I opened my mouth for him. It was just him and just that one time. Please don't be mad. I'll never do it for another guy again if you say. I just, it just felt like the right thing to do at that moment." I feel my breath a little short, looking in your eyes for the love I've gotten used to now, the understanding I pray will let you not get upset with me, forgive me for offering my mouth to the other man's piss.
 
I listen to you talk about how you like it that I am territorial over you, I realize it sounds stalkerish and weird, but you get it, you see that it is loving and we make out after.

"I'm happy you like being my territory honey" I say smiling. "I am so happy you get me" I add.

"I don't think they will allow you to wear a mask honey but yeah if anyone see's it so what, you're a piss mop porn star, you should be proud" I tell you. "Fuck them anyway, what would they know".

Then you tell me how you opened you opened your mouth for Martin the producer of the porn film, how you wanted to impress him and make him know how serious you are about this. You look worried and like I might yell at you.

"Oh baby, it's ok, I think I understand, I know I do, it makes sense of course, of course you had to open your mouth for him, baby don't feel bad about that, that is ok. As long as I am the only one who gets to fuck you and be sucked by you, that is what matters, if you do this porn star thing and they want you to open your mouth for others, well that is up to you and I get, I really do. It makes me really horny actually" I tell you, holding you for comfort and reassurance.

I ring Martin and tell him you will do the film, I put him on loud speaker so you can hear as well.

He tells that the film will involve 2 scenes, both with me as the pisser, the first scene will just be me pissing in your mouth and you drinking it, the second scene will involve me fucking you and pissing inside your pussy at the end. You will then suck me off and I will cum on your face, the film will pay $5,000 for a days work.

I look at you as if to say are you still interested.
 
The smile slowly returns to my face as you hear me out about having opened my mouth for the producer's piss. I nod again and again, so happy to reassure you taht only you get to fuck me, that I wouldn't suck anyone else. I hug you, relieved.

You call the producer with the card he gave you, both of us in bed on the speaker phone. You look at me and I look at you and I giggle just a little nervously and nod. Yeah, we're going to do this.

The producer starts telling us the details and I take your hand, like its a travel agent describing some adventure to us. But there is a part of me that knows perfectly well this adventure involves him filming us doing things that we started out just doing in private. But how much more amazing was it last night? Right?

So as he describes even the more daunting things in the second scene, having you fuck me -- which is not the daunting part, not at all -- and then piss inside me afterward, not in my mouth but inside my pussy, it makes me gasp softly at the idea of it but I squirm a little too as the thought of it works through the rest of my body, my hand safely in yours, lying here beside you, knowing we're in this all the way together. Cumming on my face is different than how we always do things, the way you cum in my mouth and then spit and make me swallow it all, but I guess this probably films better. You look happy enough and I feel so blessed to put such an expression on your face.

Then you look at me, as if the merest nod at this moment is like signing on an official dotted line. I nod and hug you. "Yes, let's do it." I don't even care about the money, just making you happy knowing that I'm yours, a real porn star. Me. Who'da thunk it? Other than you I guess.

And I don't say anything about not caring about the money until you hang up the call after the producer gave you the details of when and where and what to do. Not caring about the money doesn't mean we couldn't find something to do with it. We have a wedding to plan after all.

I think about the day ahead and wonder what we'll do with it? Then I realize I haven't gone to class, or even studied a bit in days. "Heath, Honey? I'm worried about my classes. Do you think I should like, try to put them on hold and come back to them later, like next semester or something? I don't know if I'll have time for studying and going to classes if we're really going to do this. It's been hard enough as it is, and we're not even porn stars quite yet." I look at you with a little more mischief in my eyes. "After all, we probably should rehearse, don't you think? Don't want to mess things up on our very first film."
 
I watch you as we talk to Martin, hearing what he wants you to do, well what he wants us to do, I know I will be masked and really just a prop it will be you on display you being used as a toilet.

Then he mentions he wants us to have sex as well, maybe he is trying to take advantage of us being a couple who knows, but given we have had sex in public already, it seems pretty basic especially as there will be a lot less people watching, in person anyway.

"My baby is a porn star" I say to you after hanging up, and I am excited for you, that such a quiet and unassuming girl will become a porn star soon.

You ask me about your studies, "Yes we have been so caught up with all of this that it has been delayed hasn't it?" I say to you and I think about your studies and your father and what would happen if the people you go to school with see the porn film you are about to be in. Wanting to protect you "Maybe you should defer till next semester with the films and the wedding it is really just so much isn't it?" I say looking at you.

You tell me you want to rehearse for the film and I look at you hungrily, then my email goes off, it is an email from Laura, she has sent a link, we click on it and watch it is a porn site, we see footage of me fucking you at the party, the title is "Annie Piss Whore, gets fucked live" the little story under it says you will be in films soon, it is a promo, your are visible but my face has been blurred out.

"Wow, looks like they are already promoting you" I say, "Just as well they blurred my face, I am prettier than you" I say jokingly.

Martin then calls again and says the filming will be 10am tomorrow and wishes us luck.

"Well looks like it is tomorrow Annie Piss Whore" I tell you.

"Now, I do believe you wanted a rehearsal!" I say to you as I pick you up and place you in the tub, I tell you to put the plug in this time, then wait as you get in position, kneeling, hands behind your back and mouth open.

I slowly release my stream, I fill your mouth and tell you to gargle it, once you have gargled, I tell you to swallow it.

Then I release the grip on my cock and start the stream again all over your little breasts, teasing your nipples, down your tummy.

"We can do the part where I piss in your pussy later, but we have done that before" I say reminding you of one our early experiments.

"You are already a pro" I tell you.
 
Your eyes on my give me the look that says I'm about to get pounded or pissed on, or both, and I'm already squirming and giggling in happy anticipation when your email beeps. I'm kind of disappointed at first that you bother checking it. The email can wait, I can't.

But truth be told, I'll wait for you. It's just a second and you must have some idea it's important. Then the look you give me as you open it is like, yeah, it's important. I cuddle up close and peek at your screen. Laura, a link. I look at your face and you seem really interested. "Can't we watch it after, Heath? You know? Laura has great links but wouldn't you rather see me getting pissed on than some video?" But you have the link open. It's a big party, and then I recognize the couple from the bathroom walking past the camera -- this is the party we were at!

"Heath, look at the title! It says Annie Piss Whore gets fucked live!" My face is red and I'm pretty sure it's because I'm excited although its so weird seeing us on film like this now. I'm watching, enthralled, my body up against yours as I watch you pound me from behind all over again. "Do I really look like that?" I look down at my boobs and then at the film. "The camera makes them look smaller I think." And then my noises start and I cover my face with both hands. "Ohhhh is that really what I sounded like? It's like a cat in heat! How could he... I mean, I can't, not on film, ohh it's so embarrassing. Stop it, I can't watch." But I'm peeking between my fingers, watching the way you rocked me with your weight slapping against me. Now I can see Laura, see all the crowd filming us and taking pictures and couples kissing and even one couple sneaking off to copy us.

"We were pretty good, huh?" I'm buzzing inside, memories and the jittery nervous feeling of watching myself do such a thing. The camera catches your face and it's blurred out. "Look Heath, you're blurred out!" You talk about being prettier than me, that they blurred you out so I wouldn't look bad by comparison, and there's a little piece of me that could believe it, but I cover that up as quick as I can, "That's not the filter they use for people who are too good lucking, I think you broke the lens!" I giggle and roll against you a little to tease you with my warm body, but pretty quick my eyes are back on the video, watching the muscles of your hip as you take me on screen. So that's what it looks like, and it makes me want to experience it again, right here, now that I've seen it in this new light.

The phone rings and I reach to mute the video in case it's your mom or something, but you mouth that it's Martin. Then you hang up and look at me and I can't wait. "What? What did he say? He saw the video and wants to cancel?"

You shake your head. "10 am tomorrow," you tell me.

My mouth is wide open. "Tomorrow? But, but, doesn't it take, like, weeks or something to put together a film? They have to write a script and get costumes and a director and stuff? Tomorrow? Are we even free to... well, of course we are, i mean, if that's when it is... it's just really fast...faster than I, you know, expected." I watch the video screen, now thankfully silent so I don't have to hear my embarrassing moans. I try making fake moaning sounds to match the video, trying to sound cooler, more natural sounding -- which is ridiculous because what's on the computer video was totally natural, but it just sounds so... embarrassing. "How about this one, Heath?" And I try a lower moan. Then I try a softer breathy moan, but it sounds like I'm eating really good pudding, not getting the living daylights fucked out of me. "Which moan do you think I should go with tomorrow?" All the girls we saw in videos sounded so much better than me.

You don't answer me, not yet anyway, but I pester you enough that you just pick me up with a mischievous grin, lifting me up in your arms and it's utterly romantic as you whisk me off to the bathroom for a "rehearsal."

You set me down in the tub like a bride in the bridal bed, and tell me what to do. I kneel and put my hands behind my back, but only after sticking the plug in the drain, knowing that means I'm going to be lying in your piss as it pools in the tub. I shudder and open my mouth, looking up at you, eager to show you I swallow for you. But as you piss in my mouth, the hot taste on my tongue and assaulting my nose, you tell me not to swallow, making me gargle it. I blow the air from my throat, making the big mouthful of piss gurgle around and some of it dribble over my lip and run down my naked front. This forces me to taste it even more, to smell it like its going up my nose.

Then you tell me to swallow and I do, three little gulps of bitterness, and I keep my mouth open after I swallow, my face turned up for more, but you let your flow free all over my body, marking my breasts as yours, your piss running down my belly, between my legs, pooling beneath me. You remind me we don't need to rehearse the part where you have to pee inside me, that we did it before. I blink, my mouth still tasting your piss but empty now as you are peeing all over my belly, my legs, my shoulders. "I feel so stupid, I think I must have blocked it out, how else would I forget something like that." It was one of our early steps on this path, before I was such a pro like I am now.

You are still pissing a little bit, so much it's like you drank four beers waiting for me to wake up, and I wonder how you held it so long. You tell me I'm a pro and I can't help laughing as your piss hits my pussy between my spread legs. "So if I'm a pro, how come I don't even know how to moan right? Now help me figure out which moan is best, give me something to moan about and let me know when I get it right! Please?"
 
Heath watched Annie look at herself being fucked on the screen, he watched the people watching them and taking photos and filming it, he also watched how turned on Annie had seem to become. Could it be possible that Annie was always like this, always wanting a chance to be a whore on film and just never had the opportunity, he wondered if he had done such a bad thing after all, whether he had just allowed her the freedom to be who she truly was.

"I wonder if anyone you know has seen this? Like your friends or teachers, your breasts are fine Annie, small and perfect, I love them, it is a turn on thinking your friends have seen, I have to say" I add.

I think my friend the one I owe the gambling debt to, I think I have it all sorted now, I will get Martin to have you do a gang bang piss scene where men line up to piss on you, I will have my friend in the queue and the debt will be repaid. I think about tomorrow and how I myself will be fucking you on cam, I will be masked but I will still need to perform, a small price really compared to what you have done and will become, a porn star all because of me.

"Yes, I think we did great of course it is easy getting worked up around you" I say winking at you.

"All the men in there would have given their right arm to fuck you for sure" I smile.

"You sound great being fucked baby, I think you just need to be yourself. Don't change anything people like you for you, if you try and fake it they will know, just relax, it will be fun" I let you know.

I then take you into the bathroom, a room which tends to see more sexual activity for us then the bedroom. I watch as you gargle my piss, watch as you drink it down.

"You moan just fine honey" I reassure you again.

I start to pull my cock, so worked up, "How do you want me to cum?" I ask you.
 
I see your cock, so very hard and throbbing at me as you wield it's meaty heft. I want it in me, want it to make me moan. But I want you in my mouth too, like I wish you could fuck me every possible way at the same time I want you so bad. My hips are gently grinding as I kneel, pressing and pushing in response to the ache of need you've put in me.

Most of all, now, my mind flashes to what you'll do to me tomorrow. Still with my hands behind my back, keeping myself arched so my small breasts are presented to their best effect for you, I close my mouth so I can answer. "I want you so much, want you in my mouth, want to taste you and swallow you, all of you. But..." I look in your eyes, "could you, could you at least a little, or however much you want I mean, i want to feel you on my face, would you cum on my face, show me what that's like, to take your cum on my face like your piss." I shiver slightly, thinking of the difference between your body's amazing fluids, how your piss strikes me and splatters, running down my front like a river, how your cum is thicker, trying to imagine how that will feel like.
 
I stroke my cock as I look down at you, you are once more piss soaked, covered in my filth, you seem at your sexiest and horniest when you are degraded and disgusting.

I spit on you as I stroke myself, you playing with your breasts, only thinking about my pleasure, thinking about my needs, and yet you are thinking of your own needs as well, not just what has come to be your sexual needs but also your emotional needs, you need to be loved and wanted, I make you feel both, you, by providing something so degrading know that not many others could or would provide for me. You feel special in your degraded and filthy state.

You tell me to cum on your face, you want my cum on your face, I think about tomorrow, about fucking you on camera, pissing on you, Martin selling your image to the world, to anyone who wants to see you degraded.

The more I think about it, the more intense it gets, I start to shudder, I spit on you again, I gasp, my cum shooting from my cock, onto your face, your eyes, your mouth and lips. I cover you in cum.

"That was awesome sweetheart" I say in the most loving voice.

I slump against the wall, "Clean me up" I say holding my cum and piss covered cock for you to lick up.
 
Watching you stroke your cock makes my pulse pound with desire, seeing you get so very thick as you look at me down on my knees, knowing I'm the one making you hard, the one you want. I still feel your piss damp on my skin, kneeling in a hot pool of it as I look up at you.

I want you to cum, want to hear your gasps of pleasure, to know I'm making you happy. I start to play with my breasts, my nipples wet with your piss and slipperiy in my fingers, showing myself off to entice you further. You look at me so intensely I think you're going to bend down and kiss me, but instead you just spit on me. I blink instinctively as your thick saliva hits me right on the nose and cheek, feeling it drip so slowly on my skin, and I can't help the moan. What is this pleasure inside me from having you spit on me, as if letting you piss on me isn't even enough. The feeling of giving you everything, of you taking everything from me even more so, overpowers me, and with one hand still on my breasts, my other drifts down across my firm tummy, down between my legs, to where my heat burns for you. But I don't touch your spit slowly rolling down my chin now.

You're looking at me so intensely, stroking yourself faster and faster, and my hips start to move, unable to sit still, my insides squirming around too. Your cock is fully hard and thick, and would rip me open so perfectly if you just laid me back in the piss and pushed in between my legs, but you stroke and stroke and stroke, the sounds almost majestic. My fingers gentle against my soft folds are no match for yours, but I'm gasping and squirming with pleasure as I sense your orgasm coming so close. Even though you don't even touch me, I know this is for me, and I can't take my eyes off you.

You groan and tense and I know it's close, my own fingers stroking myself even faster. I'm sure you're about to cum, but you just spit on me again, hitting me in the forehead and dripping into my left eye. I blink and rub myself and look up to you, and then you're grunting with pleasure, pressing your hips forward and exploding with cum on me. Your cum strikes my cheek, then my nose and lips, then another hard jet against my forehead and in my hair. You are coming all over my face, marking me as yours, and I'm arching and writhing with the pleasure of the sensation, feeling your cum and your spit and your piss on my face.

I'm so close as I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of feeling you dripping all over me, marking me, degrading me, making me yours. So close. I hear you catch your breath, the last couple bursts of your love for me landing on my belly and thighs. And then just your breath.

I'm an utter disgusting mess, dripping with your glistening fluids as I stroke myself, filthy and degraded as I look up at you with desperation in my eyes. You look so handsome, so clean and perfect compared to me kneeling down here in my filth, and yet you still look at me with love, as if nothing in the world could change that. Then, ignoring my wretched state, you simply command me to clean you up.

I ignore my own filth too, letting your spit and cum dribble down my face, kneeling in your piss. I lean forward for your amazing cock, my hand still working on my soft folds, but focusing on your needs, taking you in my mouth and sucking the vile taste of piss from the head of your cock, bathing you with your tongue and licking the last of your cum, swallowing it like it is a solemn privilege, peering up into your eyes the whole time and basking in the warmth of your approving eyes.
 
I watch as you love your degradation, I love that I have done this to you, that you do it for me. I know longer wrestle so much with my inner nice guy, I have made peace with it, although you may have done certain things in private for me against your natural limits, being fucked in public, being pissed on by dozens of men would not have been a part of just making me happy unless you truly enjoyed it. And enjoy it you do.

When you have finished, I pull the plug and bathe you, bathing you as we always do, washing the filth off you and restoring you to normal fiancee' status, making you and us Mr & Miss average again.

I bathe you slowly in soapy water, hot water that makes your skin go rosy pink, I run the water off your breasts and your torso. Loving you.

When we are done, I towel dry you and dry your hair off, we kiss and I take you to the bedroom, I separate your legs and lick around your pussy lips, around your clitoris, sucking on it, licking and kissing it. I keep going until you shudder and quake in my hands, under my control. We embrace and fall asleep for a few hours, then awake.

"So I guess we should buy you two new pairs of shoes for the video tomorrow?" I ask smiling.

"Since it will be all you are wearing, they need to be good, I was thinking thigh high fuck me boots for the fuck clip, what do you think?" I ask.

And so we get dressed and go shopping for your "costume" as I keep calling it, loving that you will be naked for most of the days filming.
 
You pull your cock from my lips, shiny and clean, and you pull the plug. I watch your piss drain away, leaving me kneeling in the bathtub. I'm still a mess, and you fill the tub with warm water as I stay kneeling. I close my eyes, the warm water feeling like your piss but it smells of soap and cleanliness, and I let you soap me down, scrubbing me clean, your hands all over my nakedness.

Finally you rinse me off with the hand held shower spray, and I can't help feeling how it reminds me of you pissing on me, only now you're cleaning me up my mess. I feel loved, especially as you towel me off, the thick towel making my naked skin glow. You brush out my hair which feels so sexy and loving, and then you take my hand and lead me back to bed. My eyes meet yours with a smile and I lie down on the edge of the bed where you point and I open myself for you, looking up at you.

Your mouth and lips and tongue work me over. I'm so wet already and you know, just know what I need, firm here, soft there, and then the opposite, making me squirm and twist and moan until I scream and writhe with joy for you.

It feels so perfect being with you, your arms around me as you hold me. My breathing slows, my body still warm and glowing with pleasure. My eyes grow heavy and i slip off to sleep in your arms, feeling as wonderful as it is possible to be.

I wake to find you up and getting dressed. I look at the clock and it is several hours later, and you smile at me, like I'm a big sleepy head, and I laugh a little and run my hand through my hair and then stretch and slowly rise from the bed, letting you watch me the whole time, inviting your gaze actually.

You want to shop for my outfit, and I nod, eager to get ready, to start to know what I'll be wearing, what it will be like. When you tell me my outfit is just shoes again, I swallow and nod, feeling myself all warm inside at the thought of it, my body naked now just like it will be then. "Yes, well, you're right then. If that's all, then it needs to be perfect." I love your idea of the boots, never having worn them before but thinking they would make my legs look simply endless. "You'll fuck me while I'm still wearing them?" The idea of it makes me squirm a little with anticipation.

I slip into a bra and panties and a simple light summer dress that shows off my legs, spend a little time brushing out my hair and applying just a little makeup so I'll look good while we shop, so we can pick how the shoes will look with me at my best. I don't wear a hair band but leave my hair down, full and sexy over my shoulders and back, and I follow you to the car, excited as we drive to the mall.

In the specialty shoe store we are looking through the selection of heels, looking for some thing high, classy, with thin straps. The salesman comes over. "Do you need any help? What are you looking for? Do you know what you'll be wearing it with? The colors?"

We look at each other and laugh. My face is bright red but your smile looks full of mischief. I turn to him and try to give the mildest answer I can, "Well, it probably needs to look good with this shade of red." I point to my face. "And with yellow. A lot of yellow."
 
I watch you as you get dressed after our nap which helped up recover from our latest pissing foreplay adventure. You put on a bra and panties and thin summer dress, your long slender legs on display. I squirm a little as I look at you, thinking that soon I will be with a real genuine porn star, not just an amateur who has been filmed by chance and posted on the net.

I think about how tomorrow I will be pissing inside you again, not over you but actually inside you, and how it will be filmed for all to see, I myself wonder what that will look like and what it feel like being directed, as so far even though we have been filmed we have done what we wanted to and when.

We leave to go and buy your 'outfits' one pair of shoes and one pair of boots. We walk into a specialty shoe store and look around the sales man approaches and asks if there is anything he can do to help, when you tell him what you are looking for, he asks if he you know what you will be wearing them with, what colours and all the usual questions that he would ask a million times a day.

We laugh and you basically tell him it will have to match your lipstick and piss. But not in so many words.

You find a pair you like and I help you try them on, they are very sexy and will look good on you. We buy them and then go to a sex shop to buy the slutty pair of thigh high boots. When we walk in, some of the men look at you, but not just in the usual "oh my god there is a woman in a sex shop" kind of way but they seem to recognize you, one man, in his early 40's, overweight and bald comes up and starts to speak to you.

"Umm... Hi, I, errrr, could be wrong, but are you Annie? Annie the piss whore? If you are, I have seen the clip and you are so hot" he says to you, I hold your hand in support squeezing it as you meet your first fan.

"Yes, she is, she will be doing her first proper video tomorrow actually" I answer for you and he smiles, he asks if he can get a photo with you.

I nod at you as if to say "It is up to you".
 
I love the pair you show me, with the sparkle on the buckle drawing the eye. The heels are higher than I'm used to but trying them on I love the shape of my legs and how they affect my walk, the sway of my hips, how they affect your gaze as you watch me. We take them.

Then we leave the mall and park in front of the tawdry neon front of a sex shop. I look at you, and this feels almost normal. I only feel the slight nagging urge to look around, to see who might see me go inside a place like this, maybe an old classmate or a friend of my parents. But you and I are already on the web, doing far worse. This is my life, with you, and I'm happy. I walk in proudly at your side.

The men turn almost as one as we enter, almost all of their eyes on me although two men loitering in the back look at you. There is a display with exotic boots, different colors, different material. Leather, rubber, different colors. But you steer me in the other direction, and we browse a little, looking at the products, the tapes, the magazines, the men and their eyes following us, following me, some shyly and some brazenly.

My body is getting warmed up by your obvious pride in showing me off in front of them, taking your time and letting them get a good look at me in the thin summer dress. The place reeks of hormones and desire and it affects me, the glimpses of so many outlandishly explicit and raunchy magazine covers stoking my fire even more as your hand strokes my lower back.

A sad little middle aged man comes up to us, looking like an accountant or a science teacher. He seems so out of place, like he's someone's favorite uncle and I'm sure he's going to hide his face with embarrassment at being seen by a woman here, by me, but he just stops right in front of us instead and looks at me, almost beaming. He knows my name, my first name at least. He thinks my last name is "Piss Whore" and I can't really dispute him on that. He's treating me like a celebrity just because he saw you take me on the internet, like a star. Already. And I've hardly even done anything to deserve it except maybe let you piss on me and fuck me, and pee on my new best friend.

But I feel my emotions rising as he seems so eager to meet me, I don't even know what to say. Am I supposed to shake his hand? Sign his filthy magazine? What do pornstars do?

Thankfully I'm with you, and you talk to him almost like your my agent and not just my fiancee, letting him know of my first video tomorrow. I almost correct you to say "our" first video, but I remember you won't be seen, just there for me, to be the one to do it to me without anyone knowing its you. I just smile and nod instead.

He wants a photo, and for a second I think it means I'm expected to strip or something but he just hands you his cellphone and looks like at us like a Japanese tourist at Disneyland. You look at me and leave it to me. A star. I nod.

"Ok, sure, why not. You're my first you know." He smiles bashfully. "What's your name?" He gets even more bashful and says something stupid like Rexwell Masterson, and I realize he's too embarrassed to give his real name. I shake his hand. "Nice to meet you Rex, I'm Annie, the Piss Whore." He shakes my hand lightly, his palms sweaty, and then stands next to me as you motion for us to get closer together. He puts his face right next to mine, so I can smell what I think is garlic and anchovies, and then his hand behind me cups my bottom just as you flash the picture.

I'm back in your arms so fast and away from Rex Handyman you wouldn't believe it. I see the expression on my face in the photo on his phone before you hand it back to him and it's one of shock and surprise, almost comical. But I'm not taking another one, not with Rex, not with those hands and that breath.

We talk to the man at the desk. He recognizes me too. When he asks what I'm looking for, I just tell him, even though it all feels like a question coming out of my mouth, like I'm not 100% sure this is me talking, saying these things. "Tomorrow we... tomorrow I'm in a video? My first one actually, officially at least? And I need a real pair of 'fuck me' boots, you know? They need to look good with my lipstick, and my black hair obviously."

"Sure, lady... it's Annie, right? So, you're doing this in your own hair? No wig or anything to hide your identity?" I hadn't thought about it, but no. I shake my head. I'm already all over the internet like this. And it would be a lie anyway. This is who I am now. I have to learn how to live like myself, with you. Starting tomorrow. Starting now.

I try on the boots, one pair after another, the men acting like its a free show for them, but all I'm interested in is your opinion, your eyes. "Honey, what do you think. Which ones do you want to fuck.... to have me fucked in?"
 
I watch the men looking at you in the club, and take the photo of you with the sad middle aged man, I notice he gropes your arse as I take the shot. I hand him back his phone but delete the photo before he takes it, I stare at him and do my best stand over technique learned from watching too many mobster films, I approach him, getting up in his face.

"A photo doesn't mean touching fuckhead, get the fuck out of here before I smack you" I say calmly but with a menacing tone. He looks shocked but kind of impressed that he has felt you up and is now being threatened, he leaves though, knowing he has no hope against anyone, even me.

I hold you close and kiss you, "Sorry baby, I didn't think that would happen".

The man at the counter points us in the direction of the boots and I and the other men watch you try them on, I am getting hard just watching you. He asks if you will be wearing a wig and I haven't thought about it either but figured as you have been filmed already what is the point.

I start to think I like the traditional black ones, the red ones and even like the emerald green ones as well. I ask how much for all three and the guy tells me $1,000 as they are all leather. I think about it and I ask him if we can make a deal, if you pose with the guys in the store for photos, without them touching you, can we get them for free?

He thinks about it a minute and then realizing what a hit it would be, he agrees.

I make an announcement that if anyone wants their photo taken with Annie Pisswhore than they should line up, BUT NO TOUCHING I emphasize to them all, giving you a wink, wanting you to feel protected and safe.

Then the store guy says that if you pose in the pics topless with the men, he would give us $2,000 credit as well as the boots.

I look at you as if to ask, what do you think?
 
I smile at your choices, the way you look at my legs. I look at myself in the mirror, a little patch of pale smooth thigh between the top of each boot and the bottom of my summer dress. My legs look incredible, the heels and the fit perfect, making me feel like I'm all leg. I can tell all the men agree but most importantly I see it in your eyes, and the way you shift as you sit watching me. By the time you have the selection narrowed to the three most beautiful sets of boots in the shop, I can't imagine how you're going to decide.

You ask for all three, for the price, and I gasp. "Honey, that's so much, we only need one, we can just flip a coin... or a triangle or whatever, and pick one." $1000 for boots. And you only need to fuck me once. At least in the film tomorrow. But they are so beautiful, and tomorrow won't be the last time you fuck me. But still, it's too much. I put my hand gently on your shoulder to make sure you know I'm ok with it, but you get a shrewd look in your eyes.

A deal. I can't believe you pull it off. Three pairs of the boots, all in exchange for one stupid picture? And I feel a thrill in my heart the way you get after them all about the no touching part. Annie Piss Whore, one picture worth a thousand... dollars. Of boots. I'm all smiles and so proud of you, so pleased to get this little glimpse of why you must be so successful.

I stand against a wall in an open area and men come out from almost every rack, doors opening from dark back rooms. Some of them handsome and normal, some of them shy and perverted looking. All kinds. Some of them obviously know who I am, Annie Piss Whore, while others look puzzled but move into the shot anyway, staring at my short dress and the emerald green "fuck me" boots I'm still wearing. The boots are working I can tell.

Before you can take the picture with all the men around me keeping a respectful distance with their hands if not their eyes, the guy at the counter interrupts. $2000 credit? My face cycles through a smile, an embarrassed giggle, and then open mouthed surprise in about 5 seconds, my eyes seeking yours. I can't believe this, and can't believe you do either. Your eyebrow is lifted in question, like its my decision.

It's just my breasts. After what we put on the web the previous night, and what we're going to do tomorrow, it's hard for me to think of a reason not to. Isn't my name Annie Piss Whore at this point, more or less? And a whore would do a whole lot more for a whole lot less. So posing with my breasts exposed for that much money, it doesn't actually make me a whore. Not exactly.

I nod to you. A $2000 credit. Wait, that means to spend in the store. Well, that's still good I guess. We're probably going to be making more films, shooting more scenes. Who knows what we might need here?

I slip off one spaghetti strap from a bare shoulder and all the guys turn at the same time. I close my eyes for a moment, gathering my courage. Having you fuck me and having it end up on the internet isn't exactly the same thing as a roomful of horny guys all turning to stare at me like this. So I focus on your eyes, nod and smile at you, the rest of them not even here in my mind. I don't worry about whether my breasts are pretty enough or not, you love them, so they're pretty enough. I slip out of the other strap and shimmy a little, letting the top of my dress sag down to my waist.

The I reach behind myself, swatting away the hand of one guy who thinks he's being helpful. The claps goes easily and I feel the lacy bra loosen around my breasts, and then I let it slip from me, sliding down my arms as I look at you, trying to make it sexy for you. You snap the picture and another one as I keep my back arched, remembering how you looked at me in the club like this.

The guys feel so much closer to me as I'm posing topless and it's hard to ignore so many of them and focus on your, but I do, until you nod, that you got the shot, and I laugh lightly with relief. I step toward you with a huge smile on my face, slipping my arms back into the straps of my dress and adjusting it again, not even bothering with the bra at this point. Let one of the men take it, a souvenir of the time he posed with Annie the Piss Whore. I hug you and kiss you and touch the other two pairs of boots. I did it. We did it. I'm not a whore, I'm a porn star. And a Piss Whore, but that's different.
 
It always amazes me how boots and short skirts can make a woman so much sexier, one of the few times when covering a woman does that. Although there is a lot to be said with just boots and nothing else as well, the way you will be wearing them in the video.

I watch you model them and strut around, that few inches of exposed thigh really gets me, I tell you how hot you look. The other men are going crazy as well.

When I make the announcement for the photo men appear from all corners, from the video viewing booths and peep show booths, a shop that appeared almost empty is now a hive of activity about 20 men gather around you, wanting to have their photo taken with the newest porn star whether they have heard of you or not.

The shop guy offers $2,000 store credit on top of the boots if you pose topless and I leave it up to, given you walked around the piss party naked and were fucked on camera and in public, being topless seems like nothing but then I don't like to be pushy either, you decide to do it and wriggle out of your dress straps and take your bra off, then push the top of your dress down.

I take the shot and you put your dress back up but leave the bra off, one of the men take it, smelling it, smelling you as he stuffs it in his pocket.

"You're going to make a great porn star" the shop guys says to you.

And that point a woman comes out, she was working in the peep shows, she comes out wearing just a negligee revealing most of her, "Oh my god, you are my hero!" she says loudly, giving you a huge hug.

This woman is around 18, black hair like yours, slim with small breasts, "I have only been doing this a few days, I wasn't sure at first but when I saw your video, well I want to be just like you!" she says happily.

"I'm Beth by the way! Would you sign my tits?" she asks.
 
As I hug you, I see the man pick up my bra. I grimace, a little surprised when he sniffs it, suddenly worried about my smell, how much of my scent is on the bra. But it's too late now. I guess these are just the kinds of things that are going to happen to me now that I'm set on being a porn star. Men are going to want to sniff my bra. It's a strange new world for me, but I have you at my side so I don't worry about it.

The guy behind the counter tells me he thinks I'm going to make a great porn star and I can't help smiling. "Thanks. I want to be great. I want to make Heath proud of me." I put my hand on your chest and stay close to you.

I'm a little surprised at what happens next, another woman coming out of a door, dressed in even less than my summer dress and new fuck-me boots. She looks so young I can't believe her parents let her come in here, let alone leave the house dressed for a sexy slumber party like that.

It's just her and me and a sea of men. And you. You're a man too, but not like them. She comes right up to me, this huge smile on her face, like she knows me. I meet her eyes, and return the smile just because it seems like the polite thing to do, ready to shake her hand. But the cute young girl just keeps coming until she's wrapped me up in a big hug, telling me I'm her hero. I awkwardly hug her back, so surprised, not a clue how to handle something like this as I look to you for guidance, but you don't seem to know any more than me about this strange turn of events.

Her hair is as dark as mine, smooth and long, like we use the same products. Pretty. Small breasts, like me, maybe even smaller. But cute. Young and cute. Prettier than me, I can't help thinking. Maybe she's my long lost little sister or something? But the girl pulls back enough to talk, the hug over, and she starts gushing about our video.

"You want to be like me? Well, that's... Beth, that's... so flattering! Please, please tell me you're old enough, I'd just hate myself if I led a young girl into something like this before she was even old enough."

She's 18 and I sigh with relief. "Well, I'm so flattered I had that kind of influence. My dad always told me nobody would ever care what the hell I did in life. But I guess he was wrong now wasn't he?" I influenced a girl to try to work in porn, like me. I was feeling so conflicted inside and I ached to give her some useful advice, to help her, to protect her somehow. It was one thing for me to degrade myself with you, even on camera. We love each other, it's just part of our love. But she's alone, no one to love her and protect her.

"Beth, I just have to tell you, I hope you have a good boyfriend like my fiancee, Heath. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for him. I'd still be a little nobody waiting tables and struggling in community college. I hope you have a strong and loving man to watch out for you. There's no way I could do this without Heath, no way." I lean into your chest and slip my arms around you, holding you close. I hope she realizes how hard this could be for a girl on her own, all the degradation not done for love, so that it would tear her down rather than build her up the way you do with me.

She just laughs, so very young and very dumb, and I wonder what she'll be like in four more years when she's my age. She just asks me to sign her tits though, asking it so easily it's hard for me to believe, she seems so free with herself. I can imagine she might make an even better porn star than me, no shyness at all to overcome, so pretty, no one to support her and keep her from being abused and pushed too far. The producers would love her.

I just nod as she pulls off one of her nightgown's spaghetti straps and shrugs it aside to expose her little breast. The nipple is hard, like just talking to me is getting her excited, and I can't help checking to make sure she'd not focused on your instead. I ask the guy at the desk for a pen. It feels very weird writing on her firm, springy flesh. Annie. I write it cursive with the heart over the "i" like I did until two years ago. Something about her youth and naivete bringing it out in me again. I start to write my last name, but then I realize that's not my name, not now,not in here. I finish writing my name. "Piss Whore." The guys love it, and the girl doesn't mind just a little touching, although not on her exposed breast but she lets them take pictures of my signature.

I hold onto you, feeling worried for her, hoping I'm not doing something bad by inspiring girls like her to follow my twisted path. How many of them will be lucky enough to have a wonderful guy like you to look out for them?
 
I listen to you and Beth chat, about porn and how you couldn't do this without me, I think that really should have been worded "wouldn't be doing it without me" for I am the one who has led you down this path, encouraging you and making you feel like it was your idea the whole way through. Degrading yourself has become a romantic adventure for you, the more depraved you become the closer you feel it makes us. In your upbringing, your father never loving you or making you feel like you could win, making you feel like crap. You were a prime target for someone like me, someone who supports you but in a rather sick and twisted manner.

You sign Beth's breast with your new name, "Annie PissWhore" your working name, the name everyone will call out to you in the streets if they see you, your degradation is your trademark and your pride.

Once more the men gather around us and watch you sign her, leaving your mark on this girl.

Beth does the peep shows, she invites us into a booth so we can watch, the store owner opens the screen for us, free of charge, we enter a booth and all of a sudden that heavy musky smell in the air is identified, there is bin in here, full of tissues, where men have cum while watching Beth and other women perform, the smell wafts through the entire store, booth after booth has it's own cum filled bin, it adds up and in the dank and dark store the aroma of desperate sex is powerful.

Beth re enters the room in which she performs, I turn our booth light on so she can see us. I stand behind you as she slowly dances, giving you a wave, and undresses, taking her small amount of clothing off but leaving her fuck me boots on. She pulls out a dildo and starts to suck it, sucking it deep and hard, then she lies flat on her back and spreads her legs, and slides it in and out of herself.

I caress your breasts as we watch her, lifting your short skirt up, pulling your panties aside, I slide myself in as we watch Beth perform. I bend you forward a little, and lift your head up so you can see her and she can see you being fucked, she notices what is happening and smiles, she goes harder as do I. Harder and harder until we both cum, my seed spilling into you before it trails down your thigh, we slump and then recover and wave goodbye to her. I clean your thigh up with a tissue and we leave the store with the voucher for credits.

We have dinner and talk about how exciting tomorrow and the filming will be.
 
Beth leaves and we're alone, except for all the guys milling around, paging through magazines and watching us out of the corners of their eyes as if they might miss something amazing if they were to ignore us for a second. We look at the boots as the store owner starts to package them up. A minute later, Beth pops out of her booth for a second and waves to us, inviting us in. I look at you and you're already leading me over. Why not?

I'd never been in one of these places, so my eyes are a little wide with the experience. Entering the little room where Beth could be seen the smell is immediately overpowering, something primal and powerful. I sniff and you glance over to a bin overflowing with wadded up tissues, some crusty and some still damp. I wriggle my nose at the thought of it. It smells like yours a little bit, basically, but its not yours, and I wriggle up closer to you.

Beth appears in front of us as we stand together in the dark. I feel like applauding her as she comes in, like its a real show, because I want her to feel like a star, want to feel like I'm a star too, that we're real performers. But you don't so I don't, not wanting to seem foolish in front of you.

Beth waves, like she could tell I was trying to be supportive. You step around behind me as Beth starts to dance. She seems free, letting her body move like she was born for this, like she knows exactly what men want to see and knows how to show it to them. I want to be free like that. I'm an actual porn star but I still don't feel like her when men's eyes are on me.

I watch as Beth slips her young slender body out of the little gown, my name suddenly visible on her breast, and she smiles as she sees where I'm looking. She's just in boots now, not nearly as nice or expensive as the ones you just bought me -- no, I just... well it feels like you bought them for me since you negotiated the deal, I just showed my breasts for one little picture.

She lies down, spreading her legs, her body still moving as she arches her back, curves in constant motion. I glance back up at you behind me, wondering if she is putting this on for your benefit or mine. She takes the dildo she's been sucking, and I feel you hard against me from behind, turned on by this. But I'm not mad. You're sharing it with me. And she is beautiful, even I can see that, even looks like me a little bit. How could I be mad at you? I reach back and stroke you through your pants, feeling my own nipples harder under my dress, the soft fabric without any bra feeling so delightfully naughty.

Then Beth actually starts to use the dildo on herself, pushing it up in like it was a cock. I can't believe she is only 18 and already so aware of her body and sexuality, so comfortable to expose herself like this in front of strangers, or almost strangers since she seems to think of me as a friend or sister.

I keep stroking you, wanting to feel how hard you are as I watch mesmerized as the young girl who idolizes me fuck herself with the dildo right in front of us, knowing it is probably my fault she's doing this. But your strong hands on my breasts, stroking and caressing, drive away any feeling of guilt. It feels so good, and Beth's face looks so happy, so much pleasure in her eyes, that I can't feel guilty.

Then you lift my skirt, exposing my panties. I smile a little sheepishly to Beth who is watching us as much as we're watching her. I'm sure she can't see what you're doing, but she must see how my dress shifts, and she smiles back, very much aware. I groan as you slide my damp panties aside, nudge my legs apart with little taps at the insides of my boots. Beth is watching me as she fucks herself, seeing me spread, and she nods, like she wants to share this with me.

You bend me forward, your hand on my back and shoulders and I stare at the dirty floor, tingling and breathing hard for the gift I can barely wait for you to give me. But first your fingers slip firmly under my chin, your body pressed against my exposed bottom, and you force my face up from the floor, bringing my eyes back to Beth who nods and smiles. Am I really blushing in front of a stripper who is younger than me and fucking herself with a dildo?

It doesn't matter. I hear you unzip and I moan, and Beth's soft smile and moan in return make it obvious she can hear us as much as we can hear her. Then you drive deep into me. I'm so wet I swallow you whole, feeling you pound deep in one masterful stroke, your pelvis slapping against my bottom with an embarrassingly obvious sound that makes even Beth shudder. Her fingers start to stroke her clit as she works the dildo inside her, and I notice she is matching your pace, fucking herself as if in her fantasy she is right where I am, sharing the experience of being fucked by you.

It's not slow or gentle. You fuck me. Hard and deep, a couple test strokes, taking the measure of my wetness, my grip, and then your hand tightens on my bare shoulder and you start to pound away. My cries rise along with Beth's, two women being driven to the edge together by one thrusting man. Your strokes are almost violent, rocking me back and forth in a way that just turns Beth on more, using me and making me shudder with pleasure. My hands reach back for you, fingers seeking contact, grazing your hips with every stroke. I hear your grunts getting louder, and my eyes flutter, so close, so close, so turned on by the experience, being taken so roughly like this.

Then you are shouting, your release rocketing hot and wet and deep into my wetness. I tense and then release too, hearing Beth's cries mingling with my own, sounding like a bunch of cats in heat to the men no doubt pressed against the door outside. My body grips you and milks you until you finally relax your iron grip on my shoulder and pull long and slow and dripping from my pussy, making me groan almost as much from having you pull out as when you forced your way in.

I straighten up, feeling your seed dripping from me. I adjust my panties. At least they'll catch most of the mess and keep it from dripping down my thighs in the short dress. That would be embarrassing. My nose recognizes your scent in the odor of the room now, coming from me. Beth is lying breathless, looking back at us with a soft look in her eyes, as if what just happened somehow made her very happy. I wave goodbye to her and blow her a small kiss with a wink, feeling almost like Laura for a moment -- the glamorous woman reaching out to the young girl clearly star struck by her. I feel you between my thighs, swabbing my wetness with a tissue and then see you toss it into the bin along with all the others. I wonder how many of those tissues are for Beth. How many tissues are out there next to guys computers already for me?

You walk me out, bag and store credit in hand, and take me to dinner. I'm so aware of the scent wafting from between my legs, but no one else notices, or at least no one says anything. It almost feels weird to be in a normal place with you again, where we aren't recognized. Where my name isn't Annie Piss Whore, but we're just an anonymous "table for 2".

I'm smiling, a little giddy at what's happened, feeling you wetting my panties from the inside still, and thinking about how the clock is inexorably ticking down until it is time for us to make my first real movie. I talk in code at the table, not using words like piss and fuck. "So, tomorrow, after you shower me in the first scene, do you think it will be like that in the second one? That hard?" You have to be following me, my naughty smile making it so obvious what I'm talking about, my body still tingling from how rough and urgent you were with me.
 
We recover from fucking in the peep show booth, Beth gives us a smile and wave goodbye, it is obvious she came for real from watching us, I make a comment about it being a kind of threesome of sorts.

The men keep watching you right until you leave the club, they are horny and would all line up to fuck you in seconds if they could do so. I tell you how much all the men in there wanted to do just that, and you should feel happy about being such a good little whore to make men want you in that way.

I tell you that the other booths were for videos and maybe one day one of your films will play in there and men will jack off in the booth on their work lunch break, before going back to work and then home and having dull sex with their fat wives who aren't anywhere near as exciting or as beautiful as you.

We sit at our table for two, now anonymous, or at least anonymous to the degree that no one in here will admit to having seen your home movies. You sit there excited talking in code to me about the filming and what it might be like, if the second one will be more intense then the first one.

I tell you that the first scene will be pretty basic, just me pissing on you, you drinking it, same stuff we have done heaps of times before, the second scene will be sex and oral, you will be fucked by me, you will suck my cock and then I will piss inside you while we are fucking, the camera man will get close of course, it will feel less private then the club even though there will be less people in the filming session.

I excuse myself for a moment to go to the toilet, I ring my friend the one I owe the debt to. "Yeah buddy how's it going, yep, I am doing well, she is doing her first pissing porn film tomorrow, yep.... yeah well I am thinking her next movie but need a line of men pissing on her, you know, so yep, I will end up winning the bet I think" I say to him, thinking that even when this bet is over, you will still be a porn star, that I have changed your life dramatically, would you still be a porn star even when I have no use for it? Would I want that? To be engaged and then married to a woman who will be pissed on by other men? I go into deep thought before taking a piss, in a urinal rather Annie for a change and go back to the table.

"Annie? Where do you think all this will lead to? The porn star thing? Where would you like it to go?" I ask you with a warm smile.
 
You excuse yourself to pee and I feel the slightest hint of warmth on my skin as I watch you head to the men's room. Even though I never wanted to be the jealous type, it was hard not to hold on to you too tight around so many beautiful women over the last few days. But now to feel a tinge of jealousy for a restaurant urinal was a little ridiculous. I shake my head to clear the bizarre thoughts.

I look around at all the normal people sitting at all the normal tables. I wonder how many of them look at porn on the internet, whether someone here has seen my tape. It's probably really really unlikely, here in the regular world, but walking around in porn shops and pissing conventions has left me feeling like everyone in the world knows I'm a piss whore. I sit quietly with my hands in my lap, not wanting to draw attention, and I focus on the menu, trying not to think about you pissing in the bathroom. It takes you much longer to come back than I expected but I keep myself from asking you about it.

It's just as well because you look at me meaningfully, as if something small in your eyes has changed. You ask a pointed question with a soft smile. What do I want the porn star stuff to lead to.

I blink a couple times. It's so hard to answer. Every avenue of thought just keeps coming back to my trying to please you, to make you proud and love me, and it's hard to look past that to what I actually want out of it.

"Well, I... Heath, the main thing is I want this to bring us closer." My hand reaches across the table for yours. "I want you to... you know... do those things on camera," and then in a very quiet voice, "you know, piss on me? and fuck me? I want to belong to you in every way, want you to feel like you can do anything with me, to be proud that the whole world knows it. Down the road, the two of us walking down the street hand in hand, and everyone will recognize us, 'there goes Anne the Piss Whore and Heath, aren't they an amazing couple?' Like maybe our love and everything we share on camera could, could make other couples want to love each other, the way we do."

I close my eyes for a second. "And I know I won't be young forever, and after awhile nobody will care about me anymore after that, but I'll still have you. And maybe we'll have kids and the most amazing memories." I ignore the little nagging anxiety about how to explain to my children someday what we do.

I open my eyes and look back at you. "That's what you want too, right? It... it has to... I mean, you, you want it to lead to that right?" My finger toys with the ring and I look at it and then back to you. "The two of us, together, at the center of it all?" It wouldn't work otherwise.
 
I think about how you are now a porn star because of me, how I have taken you, a girl who would have been happy to stay working in her father's diner and study at college and just be with a man who loves her and raise a family and how just by letting you stumble on some pissing porn on my computer you ended up having dozens of men piss on you and now will be appearing in your own pissing video. It is all quite amazing.

I come out of the bathroom and sit back down with you, you tell me how you are happy to be doing the porn films to impress me and because you think it is my fantasy to be married to a piss whore. How everything you do seems to revolve around me, it is sweet and alarming all at once. You seem to have an idealized idea of what people will get from watching you being pissed on, once again sweet and alarming, you think other couples will see it and think it some sort of guide. I wonder about myself and how far I have come from who I am or who I was.

"Well baby, I don't think too many people will recognize you, not in the street anyway, maybe at porn shops and pissing parties." I say and then seeing you get quite anxious about our future. I hold your hand.

"Of course I want to be with you forever baby, yes have kids and build a life together and watch your pissing videos when we are old and grey" I say laughingly.

Then trying to lighten the mood I start talking about tomorrow.

"I have never fucked under direction before, do you think they will just let us do what we do or will they direct us, if we are meant to last a certain amount of time and all? The camera man will get quite close at times I think, especially when I feel your cunt with piss" I whisper to you.
 
I laugh at your image of us watching my pissing videos together in, like our rocking chairs in the nursing home, as much from the relief of you sharing this vision with me as from its utter silliness. I smile as you hold my hand, nodding.

You shift topics though, letting the tension out before it threatens to bury us before we're even old and dead. Live while we're young, your words remind me, while you can still piss without catheters or whatever and I'm still beautiful enough you want to. The nursing home will come to pick us up someday, but we have a life to live together first.

And a film to make.

It's funny because of course I know you never fucked under direction before, but still, somehow hearing you say something, like you didn't already know about all this, seems to surprise me. "Heath, let the camera guy come as close as he wants. I don't know anything any more than you do, obviously. But as long as we're in this adventure together, everything's going to be great."

The waitress comes and I just order a salad and some soup, suddenly nervous about tomorrow, afraid I won't look my best. Afraid despite my brave talk that when there is a man with a camera right up between my legs while you're peeing in me that I'll lose my courage. But I keep my smile bright, not wanting to let you see my nerves, so you won't be worried about having to fuck me while someone tells you how. A little to the right. Closer, farther, harder, slower. I want you to just feel like I'm with you completely, and nobody else, and any direction is just what we would have done anyway.
 
You try and help me relax about the porn film, I am actually feeling nervous but don't want to say much about it as it suits my plans and also I get to keep my face covered, I am no more than just a prop where as you are on display, being humiliated and fucked for all to see. A film that may follow you around for life, always wondering when you are in public if anyone will recognize you.

I think of the beastiality films I have seen where some woman is being done by a dog and the guy handling the animal is masked, always amused me in some sick way and now, I am that masked man, the man who corrupts but is too cowardly to show himself. I feel a little ill, not liking what I have become.

"Of course, we will just let them do their job and we will do ours, I didn't think of that before, sorry baby" I say to you smiling.

We eat our meal and then go home, happy but silent, our thoughts on tomorrow's filming. I hold you when we arrive back our place, I tell you that we won't make love tonight, so I can save my cum for you tomorrow, for the film and also to make sure we are really hungry for each other, to make the film as good as we can get it.

Then I realize that after a day of shopping, I didn't even think about buying myself a mask, I look through my drawers and find an old beanie, I show it to you "Feel like being fucked by a bank robber?" I ask you.

And with that I cut some holes in it for my mouth and eyes and put it on.

"How do I look honey?" I ask laughing.
 
We eat our meal, talking a little but maybe lost in our own thoughts a bit. I don't even finish my soup, my stomach just too full of butterflies to hold much food. As you drive us home, I look at you frequently, your eyes on the road, but you look happy. Everything's good. I take your hand for a bit at a light and smile at you when you turn to look at me. Then the light changes and soon you have us home.

I hold your hand, feeling very close to you as we go inside. I nod with an understanding smile that you have to save yourself for tomorrow. "Of course, honey." I'm pretty sure I keep the disappointment out of my voice. Besides, tomorrow will be here soon enough.

I put the new boots in the closet as we start to settle in, and I look them over, wondering which pair I should wear, as if the decision could be the most important of my life. It's silly, but what if I pick the wrong pair? I won't be wearing anything else. Just me and a pair of boots on a film that will be seen by who knows how many people, so those boots have to be right.

I see you rummaging in your drawers, taking out a weird cap I never saw you wear before. I start to shake my head. No way I'm going to be seen with you in that thing, but you start cutting holes in it before I say anything, and then I see what you're doing as you put it on.

I laugh too and raise my hands. "I surrender, you look great. If you robbed my bank and needed a hostage, I'd sure volunteer!" I touch the fabric over your cheek. "It's not too hot? I guess you can take it off between shots, while they're doing the makeup or changing the set or whatever it is they do."

Then I look at the rest of your clothes. "You're going to wear it with... I mean, are you going to be naked? Or dressed? Do you get to choose?" I'm on the edge of teasing you and it's hard to hold back. "Maybe you should model that mask for me naked. No... no... I'm sorry, I know you have to save your energy for tomorrow, I'm being selfish." I realize I was feeling that given half the chance I was sure I could get you to make love to me even though you said you needed to save yourself for the film, and it's just wrong. "Maybe we should sleep fully clothed tonight, so I don't do something I shouldn't, you know?" I just hope I can sleep a wink, with tomorrow's film in front of me and you beside me and both out of reach for the moment.
 
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