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Anne in training (skittish_butterfly & littlerooster)

I can sense that you are nervous, excited and horny all at once, you want to be fucked right now, but I want the film to be a good one, I don't want a little dribble of cum to come out of me when we film, I want it to be a good thick shot of it for you.

"I wish I could fuck you too Annie, but I really don't want your first cumshot scene to be one with a little dribble of cum, I really want to give it to you good, you know, so anyone who sees it knows you made me really horny and all" I explain to you.

I put the balaclava on and you ask if I will be naked or just stick my cock out of my pants. I think about it for a second, I always just assumed that I would be totally nude, after all a body itself is pretty anonymous, my face would be covered.

"I figured it would be better for everyone, including us, if I was naked, you know?" I tell you.

"Yes, yes, lets sleep clothed, lets make ourselves really horny and repressed, I want to explode on you during the filming" I tell you laughing, I put a t shirt and undies on and climb into bed with you.

In the morning, we wake up, shower and I watch you decide again which boots to wear I tell you I like the green ones and you go with those, you pack the heels as well, we don't have to dress fancy for the film as we won't be wearing anything else, I grab the balaclava and we head out.

We arrive at the studio another non nondescript building, and are greeted by Martin, he tells me to start drinking lots of water, and to keep drinking even when I am busting to go, he wants there to be lots of piss for you.

I look at you and smile, taking a deep breath and opening a bottle of water which he has handed me, he starts to show us around, the studio is very basic, there is a large blue tarpaulin on the ground, this is where the pissing scene will be filmed, he tells us that you Annie will be kneeling here and I will piss on you, you will hold a bowl under your chin as I piss, you will drink what you can and then let the rest dribble down into it, at the end you will drink the piss that is in the bowl, by pouring it into your mouth, it doesn't matter if some of it spills over you.

He says it all matter of fact, like he is telling you to do some filing, he introduces us to the camera man, a guy named Bill, he is about 45 years old with graying hair and a goatee, he is quite large and is very much enjoying looking at you, even though you are just wearing track pants and a t shirt.

Martin tells us to relax and when I am ready to call him over, I keep drinking and I look at you and smile.

"Well here's to the big time" I say drinking more water.
 
I laugh. "Heath, I don't think you're capable of just a little dribble of cum. Not in my experience at least." The laugh slowly fades but I still smile, resisting the urge to step closer and touch you. "Of course tomorrow should be majestic, breath-taking amounts of cum. So yes, for this night only, I agree to waive my right to have you fuck me." As if there was such a right, but it sounds good.

I see you dressing, and I put on panties and one of your tshirts, over-sized on me. I can't help checking your eyes, to see if you notice, letting you get a nice look at my legs and the way my panties show just a teeny bit if I bend just so. I can't help wanting to make sure you feel the price of what you are giving up tonight, so you remember it in the future. We lie down together and I snuggle up to you, very casually, but letting you feel my body's warmth against you. It takes me awhile to fall asleep like that, but at least lightly teasing you takes my mind off the jitters about tomorrow.

Suddenly its morning and time to get up. I must have slept somehow but I'm not sure how. I throw off the covers and stretch slowly, letting you watch me, then smile at you and give you the tiniest good morning kiss. Everything is off, weird, just a little bit wrong this morning. I know it for sure when we shower, each of us just washing off. It doesn't feel like morning without you pissing on me. But soon enough, Anne, soon enough, I tell myself.

I give my skin every bit of attention, soaping everywhere, moisturizing afterward, fully intent on giving you the most beautiful canvas possible to piss on for posterity. I shave myself carefully, trying to ignore you showering so close by. First my legs like normal, but also between my legs. I've seen enough porn now to know what's expected of me. I want to be smooth and perfect.

My hair is shampooed and conditioned and smelling meadow fresh. I carefully blow dry it to a sheen, and then put it in a pony tail for now. I figure they'll tell me how they want my hair when we get there, down or braided or up or... I don't even know. Suddenly I feel like I don't know anything, and I try not to think, just to get dressed very casual -- does it even matter what clothes I wear? But the boots, which pair of boots. I'm still in front of them in the closet after five minutes, having changed my mind three times already, when you offer how much you like the green ones. I smile and kiss you and thank you for saving me from myself or we never would have left.

I grab the heels and the boots and a spare change of clothes just in case for after and pop them into an overnight bag. Then I slip into some comfortable flats and a couple bracelets and I'm ready to go. I hold your hand tight all the way to the car.

The drive is shorter than I could have imagined. Before I feel ready, as if I would ever feel "ready" for something like this, we're walking into a normal looking building. There we find Martin and a few men preparing, acting like this is a normal day of work for them, just another day at the office.

Martin telling you to drink and drink makes me shiver. If I could just ignore the cameras and the men and focus on you I'll be ok. The tarp is going down and Martin is already showing me where he wants things to happen. I ask him about a script and he just laughs and tells me to kneel, let you piss on me with a bowl under my chin and then to drink from the bowl. That's my script.

Bill, the cameraman is a little older, graying already. It feels like I'm going to be filmed by my uncle. Weird, especially the way he is looking at me. I pull you aside. "Isn't the cameraman supposed to be, like, like a doctor or something? Like a gynecologist who's seen so many naked women he doesn't even notice anymore? He's giving me the eye and... well, are you ok with that? Shouldn't we.... shouldn't we ask Martin to find someone more... professional?"

I'm whispering, but then Martin comes over and I clam up. it's like he can see I'm agitated and tells us to relax. I smile and try to take a big breath, like I'm totally calm, not lifting my hands at all so he can't see how jittery I am. but you just start drinking and smiling at me, like nothing's going on at all. So cool and calm under pressure. I nestle myself under your arm, against your chest, looking for safe harbor with you while you drink. "Yes, honey, the big time." I glance at Bill and at the tarp Martin is readjusting. Then I smile back at you and raise my hand as if I'm holding a glass too. "Here's to the big time."

I watch you as you drink, wondering how much more you can take without bursting, but knowing as soon as you stop it will be time for me to get out of my casual traveling clothes. My porn career is about to start, officially now.
 
I watch as you seem nervous about the camera man, he doesn't seem as professional or used to seeing beautiful naked women as you would like or would have expected.

"Well Annie, I am sure if I was a Doctor used to seeing naked women and you walked in, I would be taking a special extra interest as well" I say to you squeezing you with a quick hug.

"Besides he will just film it all, he isn't going to touch you, even doctor's get to touch" I explain.

I did however expect the camera man to be a pervert, how could he not, day after day of watching women naked and being fucked, it would have to effect you, especially if you were ugly and could only only watch due to that fact.

We walk away from him and I keep drinking water, my 3rd bottle goes down and I am starting to feel queasy, I look at you and grin, "Maybe one or two more and I think it is show time honey" I say to you, as I practically force it down my throat.

I call Martin over and tell him it won't be long now, maybe another 2 bottles if I can manage it. He asks you if have brought a gown and that you should probably change into your costume, he grins knowing your costume isn't a whole lot.

I look at you, "Well maybe you should soon, did you bring a gown?" I ask you, "I think you should wear your heels for the first one, I would like to fuck you when you are wearing the boots" I explain smiling and opening another bottle.
 
I can hear throat working to get all the water down, the rhythmic chugging sound like a clock ticking down on my time to decide if I'm going to turn back. I'm not really a porn star. Not yet. There was some amateur video of a... a... a youthful indiscretion, nothing more. Embarrassing but not life-defining, not really.

Somehow, though, nestled in your shoulder listening to you drink with so much determination to help me, I know I can't turn back. Life can throw you on some weird paths, and the one that ends up being right for you, the one you were meant to be on from the start, it isn't always the obvious one, not necessarily the one you would have picked out for yourself. But life sent you to me, a gift in so many ways.

By the time Martin comes back I'm still incredibly nervous, but I know I'm going through with this. I'll worry about the ramifications, too nervous to let those thoughts into my head right now. You tell him you'll be done in 2 more bottles. Even though you're slowing down as you fill up, that won't be long, and Martin tells me it's time to change into my costume, my gown or whatever I brought.

You turn to me, still drinking. I blink, a sudden panic rising. Did I blow it already? Not even my first scene and I screwed up? "A gown?" I look back at Martin, my eyes wide. "I thought you had, like, a wardrobe department and a costume director and stuff. All I have is the outfit I brought for going home in, a nice summer dress for a nice restaurant with Heath to celebrate and then... well, you know, to celebrate." It was nice and tight and a light fabric.

I remember how you'd reacted to it on our second date, a little walk in the park, lying in the grass with your hands all over me, stroking the dress but feeling like I was naked under your touch. We'd been so... so straight back then, waiting until that night back at your apartment in bed to give in to what I'd felt so clearly in the park. I wanted to give you that dress again, but now it was all I had. "You don't have, like, a rack of gowns? Isn't there a store room? Or a... " I pulled out the flimsy little dress, light summer colors, the fabric soft and supple in my fingers. I look in your eyes and see you recognize it. "I mean, I can't wear this, these stupid pants and this tshirt. I'd look... stupid. Do we have... is there time to drive... I have a gown back home, if we hurried..." This isn't how being a porn star was supposed to feel.
 
I realize that I too, have not brought a gown of any type, I am feeling protective of you and do not want you to be naked when you do not have to be around the sleazy camera man. I see you getting emotional over your summer dress that you have chosen to wear as a celebration after the filming.

I smile at you with so much love at my very core that I almost tear up, falling to pieces at how beautiful and wonderful you are, how you will do anything to please me and how you somehow feel you are letting me down, by forgetting a gown.

"I know baby, we don't have to go back home. Here wear my coat, you can undress here as I hold it up so sleaze ball the camera man doesn't see you before it is time and you can put your high heels on, I want to fuck you in the boots, so just put the heels on and then put the jacket on over the top, as good as a gown, don't you think?" I say to you with a smile and hug.

"I love you so much Annie" and despite the way I have treated her, I really do love her.

I finish my bottle of water and start another one, then I open up the coat and tell you to change behind it, before putting it on you.

I open another bottle and tell you it won't be too much longer, I hold your hand, squeezing it tight and smiling at you. I feel a nervous tension that is rather exciting.

"Do you feel butterflies too" I ask you laughing.

I hold you tight and warm you up, the studio is cold and we can see our breath turn to steam as we talk and breathe.
 
Such a feeling of relief flows through me as you calm my panic. Your coat, I can use your coat for a gown. Feeling you hug me I slowly calm down as you talk to me about how you want to fuck me, in the heels, with the boots for later, focusing on the details, making it all seem so under control. I look up to you with my arms around you, "I'm sorry, I feel so stupid. I just... I don't know, I just thought the gown was so important and I messed up, but you are just so amazing Heath, so good to me." I give you a kiss and rest my head against you while you finish drinking.

Then it's time and my knees feel like there's an earthquake, but I stand up. You offer your coat as a changing gown for me. I feel my face blushing, embarrassed at how I freaked out before, like it even mattered. "Thank you so much, honey, are you sure? I mean, do you have a gown then? Maybe we could share it somehow. Probably a tight squeeze for both of us but it would be fun to try, don't you think?" My joking manner is a complete fake, my nerves jangling all through my body. I keep looking at the tarp, and starting to actually shiver as I slip out of my comfortable shoes.

Then it gets serious, time to get undressed. The man with the camera will see me naked soon enough, that and more, but right now, next to you, I don't want him looking at me. Behind the screen of your coat I pull of my shirt. My bare breasts react immediately to the slight chill in the air, and I assume they have the air conditioning on so it won't be too hot in the lights later, but right now it's having an effect on me. You watch me strip, but that's ok, only you. I focus on your eyes and it makes it easier to expose myself, to let go of clothing and modesty and worrying what anyone but you thinks of me.

Then I tug my sweat pants down. Then I wriggle my hips just a little as I slip out of my panties, finding the effort to turn you on makes me feel better. You put the coat around my naked shoulders and I wrap it around myself. Then I step into my beautiful heels and bend down, careful not to give anyone but you a show, and work on the straps. Last, I check my reflection in the mirror. Taking off the shirt tousled my hair a bit, and I work with the brush I brought in the bag, getting it all smooth and sleek again, for you more than the camera.

Then I turned to you in nothing but heels and your coat, finding it hard to believe what we're about to do, but glad to be sharing it with you. I step into your arms and nod. "I think I'm dying of butterfly poisoning, to be honest, and there's only one cure I know of." I giggle just a teeny bit and wiggle against you a little. Your body is warm and makes me feel good as I watch the men prepare the cameras and the tarp to film you pissing on me. I can see the clear bowl they want me to hold under my chin. "Towels. I didn't bring towels. I hope they at least have that here." I'm a bundle of nerves, feeling so edgy and anxious about everything, all but drowning in a torrent of unreasonable fears.
 
I laugh and smile at you as you mention sharing the coat as a gown, I am not too worried about my nudity, it is yours I am trying to cover, for a while anyway, obviously filming is different.

"It's ok Annie, we are obviously very new at this, next time we know, bring gowns! I just don't want you to have to stand around naked, not until you have to anyway" I say to you.

I watch you undress as I hold the coat up, your little breasts dangling and jiggling as you wriggle out of your street clothes. I realize how close this is getting, soon we will be making an actual porn film, then presumably after I drink even more water, we will be making another one. Soon you are naked and I put my coat on you, you look sexy in my coat and the heels.

You make a fuss over your hair for a little bit and I finish the water bottle.

"I think I can get one more in" I tell you opening another one.

You mention towels. "Another beginner mistake!" I say to you, "I don't think they have showers here either, we will have to go back home after all I think" I say to you.

I call Martin over and tell him I am ready, we can start whenever.

He smiles as I skull the final bottle, almost bursting and dizzy from over hydration, I ask him about showers and towels.

He tells me there is a shower but no towels, I look at you as if to say "next time".

He starts to do a final check of the equipment and then calls us over.

I take your hand and lead you to the blue tarp all laid out. He tells you take the coat off and kneel down in the middle, I quickly strip and put my balaclava on, and then he tells me to stay out of camera shot, he wants to film you for a few seconds kneeling down, the large bowl at the base of your knees.

He then motions for me to enter the frame and start when ready.

I sigh with relief not knowing if I could hold it any longer, I walk onto frame and stand in front of you as you kneel. You look up at me and open your mouth and pick the bowl up, holding it under your chin.

I start my stream, forceful from the sheer volume of it, it fills and overflows your mouth, then I realize another newbie mistake, we didn't talk about signs for swallowing, I close my foreskin and allow you to take you first mouthful.
 
"No showers either? But... but I'm going to be..." You seem so calm though, like there isn't a mistake in the world you can't fix. "Well, ok, we can go home I guess. Maybe they could lend us the tarp so I don't ruin your car though." I smile but don't quite laugh about it. Really I have no idea how much a mess I'm going to be, and it's not just your seats on my mind, but having to walk out onto the street to get to your car, or walk from our parking spot at home to the door. But your seats too. "It's just I wanted it to be special, to celebrate with you... but you're right, we can handle it this."

I watch each swallow from your bottle, as if my eyes have xray vision and I can see the water going down your throat and working its way through you, like a gun being loaded. One last big gulp and then you call the producer guy over. I feel skittish and jittery, like a bunny rabbit at a fox convention.

Martin seems pleased by the way you've been preparing, and that I'm already undressed, like we might be 2 minutes and 15 seconds ahead of schedule and that would be the best news of his day. But no towels? How can he run a big operation with films and cameras and stars and everything... could't he at least have had a... a beginner's pamphlet to explain we should have brought our own?

"Well, at least you have a shower. Thandks for that." I don't mean to but I sound like I'm grumbling. He steps away and I think maybe he's going to be busy for awhile, but then he's calling us over and it's like getting called by the Doctor for some painful shot or something when you're a kid. The moment is here. I hold your hand, walking still in your coat as we move toward the tarp.

He looks at us both. "Ok, we'll do it now. Go ahead."

I look at you as you start to strip, then back to Martin. "Uh, excuse me, Martin? Is there, am I supposed to say something? Or maybe some kind of expression you want?" An actor's studio interview I saw with Meryl Streep runs through my head. "Like, what's my motivation?"

Martin turns to me with a look like I'm the dumbest turnip on the truck. He puts an arm around me with a glance to you like its with your permission. "Pay attention, kid. Here's your script. Memorize it." He looks at me and I pay very careful attention, trying to remember every word. "Off with that coat. Kneel on the tarp. Make sure the camera can see your tits and cunt. Follow my directions." I blink, like there must be something more, but he just turns back to the cameraman.

I turn to you and you're naked already with your mask in place. You look a little scary like this and I'm relieved I already know what a sweetheart you are. What would it be to have to face this with a total stranger under the mask, someone who didn't care about me at all, just a pretty face and feminine body to piss on or fuck? I shudder, not sure if I have what it takes to be a porn star without you, a real porn star. I need a hug before I can do it, and your cock is already hard but its your arms around me I need. Then I pull back and take your coat off while facing you, ignoring the others. I'm naked, in just the elegant heels, and I'm sure they can see a lot of me, but you're the only one who can see my eyes and my heart. I fold the coat and set it over the back of a chair, then mouth the words "love you" to you.

I take a breath and close my eyes for a second, then I search my heart for a smile and turn around to face them. My heels click on the hard floor under the tarp as I move to the center where Martin is pointing. I look down and back to him, and then at the camera. It's hard to ignore the camera as I kneel down. I remember the script, wanting to do a good job, so I do my best to let my chest stick out a little, arching my back and holding my arms at my side,and I shift a little so my legs are open as I kneel, the way Martin wanted.

The camera circles me, moving in tighter on my breasts and even between my legs, and I can hear what sounds like a little whirring, which I assume is the camera operator zooming in. I was on film with you in the club, being fucked, all of that, but it didn't prepare me for this, kneeling and keeping still while the camera openly films every private little bit of my body, all the tiny flaws that embarrass me, like my undersized breasts, completely on display for the world's scrutiny. I don't know how but I manage to keep smiling, as if nothing could make me happier, and I don't know how long I can keep from looking to you.

Finally he makes a motion and at first I think he wants me to crawl closer to him, but then I turn my head toward your footsteps, glad I didn't screw up and actually drop to hands and knees.

You come close, circling in front of me and the camera moves a little to get both of us in the frame but aiming down mostly at me. I wonder if anyone can even see much of you beyond your legs and your cock.

We're in our bathroom, that's what I tell myself. I reach for the bowl at my knees and I hope the camera can't see my fingers trembling. I look up at you, standing over me with your cock in your hands. My heart pounds as I bring the bowl to my face, under my chin, and then I open my mouth for you.

Your stream starts powerfully, splattering my chest briefly and quickly rising up my neck to my face as you adjust your aim. My eyes shut briefly as you splatter my nose and forehead, and I feel your piss running down my face and running into the bowl. But then I hear the bubbly froth of your piss jetting into my open mouth, feel its heat spurting against my tongue and the back of my throat.

Even with my head back, though, with so much force in your piss, my mouth starts to fill up quickly and I can't swallow it without closing my mouth. It starts running over my lips, and I can't control it. A lot goes in the bowl but most of it runs down my chest, over my breasts and nipples, pouring down my belly to the tarp. But I hold still, not just for the camera, but for you. Then I see you adjust your cock, and the flow stops, and I swallow it, my eyes wincing a little as I get it down, and quickly opening my lips fully for you again, to let you piss on me more. I feel your heat in my belly, and on my face, my eyes locked on yours as if there's nothing else in the world but you and me and the stream of you piss in my face.

I nod just slightly, letting you know it's ok, to keep going.
 
The disappointment of towels not being provided and realizing that there isn't a script to follow, that basically your role is to be pissed on, you are a receptacle and canvas for urination, simple as that. It sounds cold I think to myself but really that is what the men watching would want, they don't care why you are being pissed on, I mean what would the script be anyway, "Please Sir, I'm thirsty, piss on me?" that sounds so fake and 70's, basically they want to see a woman do something that their own wives and girlfriends would never do, you are their fantasy plain and simple. No need for words that is why they use pictures.

The camera man circles around us filming, he whirrs in and out for the close ups, presumably when your mouth is overflowing with my piss, I have held my foreskin shut so you can drink the first mouthful, your bowl already having a decent amount of piss in it. At least there are showers I think to myself, for between takes. You don't know yet that I texted Annie to bring us some towels while you were undressing, I want this to be perfect for you and know that you feel bad about the towel and gown thing. I want it to be a surprise for when we finish our first scene. I want you to be warm and clean for when I fuck you in the second scene.

I must look terrifying in the mask, especially being naked, like I am some kind of rapist, I think about what I look like to you right now, here we are in this strange place and you are naked being filmed while I piss on you, a gross pervert for a camera man and a producer who can't think to tell people that they should bring towels. It is comical in so many ways, but perhaps not quite for you, not right now anyway.

You swallow down my first lot, I release my foreskin and the initial pent up stream is forceful, hitting the back of your throat, you cough a little as I piss on your face and hold my foreskin again, before starting once more, Martin encourages us.

"That is great Annie, coughing is fine, now next mouthful, gargle it when your mouth is full before swallowing" he instructs.

I continue to piss until again your mouth is full, overflowing even. It is time for you to gargle for the cameras.

Bill the camera man moves in, focusing on your mouthful of piss for the gargle shot, I shut my stream off and watch you for your big moment.

Annie walks in holding some towels. She smiles at you but not enough to distract you, she nods her head in approval.
 
What happened? Being a porn star was supposed to be sexy, like Laura. But somehow with these crude men shoving the camera in my face and not even bothering to have simple things like a towel or a dressing gown around, not even bothering to tell me about it either, well, all the glamor has worn off. I don't feel like a star at all. I just feel like a regular girl kneeling on a tarp in a tawdry room while men watch and the camera films me getting pissed on so the the world can jerk off over me. The glamor is gone and I'm struggling with emotion in my eyes, sure you can see it, sure the camera can see it, and all I can do is stare desperately back at you, feeling like you are my only support here. I focus on the taste of your piss going down my throat, like its the only thing keeping me sane, keeping me from jumping up and bolting out of the room in tears. I never expected it to be this hard, and I'm so grateful you are the one here pissing on me.

Martin speaks up and the sound of his voice, still in my ears about the towels and the stupid script thin, it just makes me feel worse. I can't look at him, I have to look up at you, holding the bowl at my chin as it fills with the piss running down my chin as your stream is so strong it overflows my mouth before you can give me a chance to swallow. I close my lips and swallow even before you stop and your piss ends up splattering my lips and splashing up my nose while Martin tells me my coughing is no problem, that he doesn't care how difficult it is, and wants me to gargle the next one.

That is vaguely familiar, like something I can share with you, a memory. I close my eyes briefly, and imagine our bathroom, you taking your morning piss in my mouth, gargling for you. That's all this is. Just the two of us. And the camera and the rest of the world watching. I open my eyes and look at you as you slow your stream, my mouth full again, and I start to gargle it. The camera moves in tight and I lean back on my knees just a little bit like having it so close makes me uncomfortable, but it just moves in closer, filming how the piss spills out of my mouth as my gargling makes such a weird sound. The smell of it in my nose is stronger from the gargling and I focus on that, the smell of your piss. Just your piss, trying to ignore the camera.

I'm still gargling when I hear the door open. My eyes flicker over that way, wondering which of his golfing buddies Martin has invited over to share this experience with, to watch you piss on me like its a treat he gets to hand out. But its Laura! My body floods with emotion and I can't even identify all of them, but mostly I feel ashamed for her to see me like this, on the cheap blue tarp being used by the camera like a disposable object. I'm no star, not like her, and she's going to realize that the second she sees me. But I keep gargling, if only so I don't embarrass you by being a complete failure. Then I swallow, my eyes flickering briefly into the camera, unable to ignore it. Why can't I just be here with you. I look back to you, my eyebrows lifted, needing you to piss on me again, to feel you love me so much that nothing else matters, not Martin, not the stupid camera, not what I'm afraid Laura thinks of me now. Just piss on me and show me you love me, my eyes beg.
 
I watch as Martin and the camera man watch you being pissed on, watch how you take my piss in a cold and crummy looking studio, is porn glamorous? Is it meant to be nicer in some way? Somehow I figured it would be like this, a cold and crummy room, a basic 'script'. You look up at me, concern and emotion in your eyes, this is not what you expected and yet really, it is exactly what you have seen in the movies, those same girls probably didn't bring towels or have them supplied either. These films exist so lonely, horny, desperate men can wank, they love the idea of a woman who will do anything for them, despite the fact that most of these men are quite undesirable themselves.

Your mouth fills again, piss running down your lips and throat, I stop as you swallow it down, but I am a little too slow and some piss still hits your closed lips, splattering, it would look good on film I think to myself, your innocent mouth and face being splattered with urine, oh yes the contrast is a rather horny one.

Martin tells you to gargle the next mouthful as you cough a little from the stream you have just taken down. Watching you suffer is all part of the draw card, part of what will make men cum when they watch your movie.

Having swallowed my waste now, I start again, releasing my bursting foreskin and letting the stream hit your mouth once more. I fill you up and hold it, Bill moves in close, very close to your mouth, to your naked piss covered body and you start to gargle, the yellow liquid bubbling around your tongue and tonsils, frothing up as you gargle away.

Laura walks in and you look over subtly to see who it is, possibly expecting it was some blow in friend of Martin's in for a cheap thrill. She waves at you and gives you a thumbs up, you gargle some more and then swallow me down.

I release my foreskin and wonder how circumcised men manage this act if at all, I finish my stream, pissing on your face this time, showering you, splattering you with my yellow liquid, when I am done, Martin directs you to pour the bowl of piss over your face, trying to get as much piss in your mouth as possible. I stand back out of camera shot and let you have your finale.

When you are done, Martin calls cut, he says you did really well, it will be a very good film, he apologizes for not having towels and forgetting to tell you.

I help you up and Laura walks over holding the precious towels.

"Oh my pissy, all grown up!" she yells as she walks over.

"You did so well, I wish I was that good in my first film baby!" she tells you and then seeing the emotion in your eyes.

"Oh honey, come with me, lets go to the showers and have a chat, just two piss sisters" she says to you, leading you away to the showers. I let you have your moment and figure Laura is what you need now, more than me so stand back and just wait, taking off my porn mask and getting dressed until the next film.

I start my water ritual again.
 
My chin is covered with your piss, still drip, drip, dripping into the bowl so warm in my hands. The smell of the growing pool in the bowl is like a toilet, but I hold it right there where I'm supposed to as I look at you. I'm waiting for you to piss again, but it must be Martin somehow told you to hold off a second as the camera circles me a little more, like it's somehow important to show everybody just how my black hair is plastered, wet with piss, to my breasts and shoulders and back,how absolutely soaked I am, my skin glistening a wet sheen of yellow. Thankfully the camera can't record the smell wafting from my body, how coming close to me right now is like approaching an open sewer.

It's while the camera is filming my hair and Martin is whispering excitedly over your shoulder something about Anne Hathaway that I see Laura again, closer now. She has towels, and I look at her and then more importantly at you with the look or a melting heart. I know it must be you, you must have called her. I want to mouth thank you to you but I know it wouldn't make any sense given the script, which just calls for you to piss on me, nothing about thank yous and all that. So I kneel silently, but my eyes show my thanks. Laura gives me thumbs up and I can't imagine what she's possibly referring to, maybe that I didn't drop my great big bowl of piss. She's just so polite, not wanting to interrupt the filming, even though I have to be the most tawdry and degradingly pale imitation of her kind of porn star you could imagine. Even the tarp feels cheap and uncomfortable under my knees, not elegant and sensual like the sexy girls we saw kneeling and getting pissed on. Everything just seems so much worse here, and I feel so incredibly cheap myself.

You move your hand, a familiar gesture, and I close my eyes ever so briefly out of habit almost, giving you a brief second to establish your stream and find my open mouth. I can hear the splatter and then the splash as your piss starts accumulating in the back of my throat again, and I open my eyes, looking at you. I swallow again, and then again, and then again. It's unbelievable how much you must have drunk, how much piss I'm kneeling in and how queasy my bellyfull of your piss feels by the time you stop. I'm still kneeling, soaked and looking up to you with my mouth open expectantly, waiting. But you just kind of shrug and step back a little, and I realize you're finished with me.

Martin makes a pouring motion with both hands, my eyes flick to him right next to the camera which is now right in front of my face, not more than 3 or 4 steps back. I turn to look at you but Martin waves and points at the camera. I ignore him but he keeps on waving and pointing at the camera. I sigh heavily and my shoulders slump a little at the thought of not having the comfort of looking at you while I do this, but I agreed to be a porn star -- an actress -- and I have to do what the director says.

I turn my eyes slowly to the camera, and I look into the lens. It's so big and dark and impersonal, and I shiver at the thought that it is basically every man on the internet, jerking off over the sight of my naked body covered in piss, watching me right at that moment even if they wouldn't bother seeing this until later. It's like everyone of them is there on Bill the camera man's shoulders.

Martin waves and points at his watch, like he's getting impatient with me. I glance down with a bit of a grimace. The bowl is big, not a tiny soup bowl but almost a small mixing bowl. It feels like a toilet bowl. I lift it slowly in front of my face, leaning my face back a little and still looking into the lens, and with the bowl up over my head I start to tilt it and pour your piss on my face. The first bit lands on my forehead and runs down my face, over my cheeks and nose, and getting in my eyes that can't help blinking rapidly now. But I try to keep them open, to let every man watching see how your piss affects me. It starts running in my mouth and I keep my mouth open of course.

I pour faster, until the last half I practically dump on my face. My mouth is full and I'm almost shaking with the intensity of so much of your piss on my face at once, so hot and so potent smelling. My eyes are watering like crazy and I just want to crawl away from the camera, but it is still filming me. The bowl drops from my fingers, which run briefly through my hair, pulling piss-damp strands back off my forehead and out of my eyes with a motion like I might use normally only it feels so different running through hair soaked with your piss. With the bowl still clattering on the tarp and the hard floor underneath, I close my lips and slowly and deliberately swallow your taste one more time, closing my eyes and trying to focus on that, on you, and ignore everything else, to block out how my knees ache on the hard floor, the feeling of my nipples so hard, having swelled up so full and taut for the camera to record my body's reaction to all of this. It's like my body doesn't seem to care how awful this all was and is just turned on like usual, maybe even a little more, as if there's something badly broken inside of me that somehow liked it awful.

I'm kneeling and slowly starting to shiver, feeling like if the camera films me for one more second its going to watch me have a nervous breakdown on camera, but Martin calls out, his hand slicing the air very self-importantly showing he is running this show, and Bill gets up, muttering with disgust how he got a few drops of piss on the knees of his pants coming so close, and Martin tells him he did a good job and not to worry about it, how important it is to get close. He'll buy him "a new fucking pair of pants" but make sure he always gets close.

Then Martin turns to me, still kneeling in the piss because, well, basically I don't know what else to do yet. He says I did well and the film is going to be good, and as I gently shiver and shudder, the room suddenly feeling 10 degrees cooler, I can't help feeling like he's flinging euphemism after euphemism, all of it faint praise for something that felt nothing like a good film to me.

Martin apologizes for the towel situation, and something about my upbringing makes my mumble to him that it's ok even though its not, and I can't help thanking him too for saying nice things about my performance even though I know he couldn't possibly mean it.

You and Laura come close and your hand goes out to me. I take your hand and I almost feel like I'm going to cry as you help me to my feet, but I don't because I need to be a professional, not an embarrassment to you. I stagger for just a brief second on tottering heels and wobbly legs, and want nothing more than to fall into your arms. But I know I'm just dripping with piss and don't want to disgust you. I just give your hand a squeeze and your cheek a kiss.

Laura appears with those towels and she acts like she really is proud of me for some reason. Telling me nice things, like I did a great job when nothing was right, not at all the way I dreamed it would be, I can see she's looking in my eyes and she gets quieter and leads me aside with a little touch on my elbow. I feel my throat tightening up as she guides me over to the showers and it's a struggle for me not to fall apart, even more so as I think she can tell. She fusses over me and you give a glance and some kind of nod to Laura and then you're busy with your mask and getting dressed again, and of course drinking. How can I share this feeling with you? I want to be the most amazing star for you, and for you to see the starts in my eyes and doubts in my heart would just ruin everything. Laura seems to see that.

She has the shower on, steam coming out of the shower and I smile briefly and stop inside, letting the water just wash everything away for a minute before turning to face her. My eyes were bright as I thought how I had wanted it to be. "Laura, it was supposed to be... beautiful. Me and Heath, this film was... was supposed to be.... beautiful, just the two of us, nothing else would matter, and everyone who saw it would, you know, think maybe they could have something like what we have too? But..." my voice got tight and thick and the words came harder. "But you saw... the way they... it's just, it was cheap and... Martin is just so, such a... I felt used, you could see it couldn't you? I wanted to be a star, really a star, like you, not like this. How could the camera capture anything of what it's really like to have someone you love that much piss on you? How, with it so close, just filming my breast or my ass that way? It wasn't about our relationship and how much Heath loves me when he pisses on me, it was just..."

I trailed off, looking to her with sadness in my eyes, my skin clean and just wet and pink still standing in the hot shower. "How do you do it Laura? You're so amazing. I just want to be more like you and not... not like this." I looked down at myself, looking at my naked body from the vantage point of my own eyes, trying to imagine what the camera could possibly have seen that would make me a star.
 
You look up at me, wanting more of my waste to swallow down but there is none left, I have given you the lot, covered you in it, given it to you to drink on film. You have consumed me, consumed my urine in front of Martin and Bill, it somehow seems more intense then it was at the club when you let a queue of men piss on you, that somehow seemed light hearted in comparison, like being watched by less people is more of a violation to our privacy then lots of people watching and even pissing on you.

Martin makes a comment about you looking like Anne Hathaway, I agree, you are very pretty and yet still have that girl next door look about you, it is more alluring then some siliconed slut with bee stung lips. Your look will do well with with the porn audience.

I stand back as Martin gives you the signal to pour the salad bowl of piss over yourself. You look at the camera, a coy and nervous look, it will work very well, I know it is working well for me anyway. And you start to pour the bowl over your face, it splatters on your face, your forehead, your mouth and lips, all the piss you didn't manage to drink before you are drinking now, showering your face with it, it streams over your naked body and settles on the blue tarp, the piss pooling up at your knees, once all the piss is emptied from the bowl, Bill focuses on the pool at your knees to prove how drenched and filthy you really are, porn audiences don't like to use their imaginations, they want to see it is all for real, they want to see what has happened to you, not just imagine the obvious.

Once he yells cut and I help you up, he tells you how well you did, you are standing there naked and piss soaked as he gives you what is basically your work performance assessment, I guess it would feel weird but then at the same time, what would be the point in him waiting until you are covered again to tell you this stuff. He apologizes for the lack of towels and you say it is ok even though I know you are really pissed off about it. I blame myself as well, I should have planned for the worst but being a novice as well I had no idea.

Laura comes over and tells you the same, that you did really well and takes you over to the showers, leading you by the hand. She stands you in the shower and gets undressed herself so she can talk to you without getting wet herself, she starts to bathe you in the hot soothing water and listens to your concerns and thoughts.

"Oh baby, Martin is a low rent director, he does ok but of course it is all cheap, my first films were just like this, and I didn't even have a lovely finacee like Heath to get someone to bring me towels!" she says to you in a calm and soothing tone.

"I had to dry myself off with paper towels from the toilets and then get dressed again and go home on the bus smelling like a toilet!" she says laughing as if it is hilarious now but at the time would have been a nightmare.

"You did really well, I know, I know, it looks so glamourous, the finished product and your film will look better as well, it really will, it just seems crappy now, but you did well and there will be other directors, better ones who really will make it the fairy tale scene you are hoping for, don't lose heart now, just enjoy it for what it is, sometimes sleazy is fun, don't you think?" she looks at your hard nipples and tweaks them a little.

"You can't tell me you weren't turned on honey, look at your hard nipples all sticking up on those nice little boobies of yours" she says smiling at you, she licks one them and sucks your breast into her mouth.

"Mmmmm nice honey, let your pissy make it all better for you" she says as she gets on her knees, the hot water seemingly endless cascading over your naked bodies as she spreads your legs and starts ever so slowly licking your clitoris, sucking it into her mouth, running her lips around your labia and slowly bring you to orgasm as she fucks your pussy with her tongue. She feels you buckle and convulse against the shower wall as she laps at you like a thirsty cat in heat.

"Oh yes pissy that's the way, maybe you can give me a drink, I know you have plenty of piss in there now from Heath, let me have some" she says to you as she opens her mouth under your wet cunt and waits patiently, wanting a drink.

Outside I continue my water drinking, now clothed again, Bill and Martin talk amongst themselves, I am quite happy being ignored, they have just watched me piss on my naked fiancee, I am new to this type of public exhibitionism myself, I never would have thought that I would have done any of this kind of thing before, I am quite overwhelmed but of course being the man and the one who has orchestrated all of it, I know that I have to put all of my thoughts aside and think about you, it all comes down to you feeling good about all of this, Laura has been invaluable during this process someone you can look up to and talk to, another woman who has done the same things as you have done and more. I am happy she is in there with you now, helping you get through it all.

The next scene, the final scene is the fuck scene, you will need to suck me off and then I fuck you, fuck you and fill your pussy full of piss at the end. Another new experience for me, I am sure Bill is going to love seeing you fucked as well.

I continue drinking water as I wait for you to be come out of the showers.
 
I feel horrible but Laura pretends everything is ok, talking as if her first jobs were like this or worse. As she starts to soap me, just taking care of me and trying to get me to feel better, I nod. Maybe it was hard for her at the start too, maybe she wasn't the glamorous star she is now right out of the gate, maybe she felt like a pissed on object just like me, but I find it hard to imagine myself doing this kind of thing over and over and somehow ending up like her.

But as Laura talks, she reminds me -- I have you. If not for you, I'd have been toweling off with tissues and Big Mac wrappers instead of the towels you thought to have Laura bring. If not for you Martin probably would have pissed on me himself, or maybe even the creepy cameraman -- I don't doubt he'd find a way to piss with one hand and film with the other, the way he looked at me. And you lent me your coat too, I remember.

It feels nice, just letting her take care of me like this, and she is making sense and I can feel myself relaxing a little bit. Still, when she points out how hard my nipples are its a little surprise to me. I half expected them to be hiding in protest at the conditions here, but they seem to be showing off and announcing to the world I loved having you piss on me every bit as much as usual. Laura tweaks them and I giggle and swat her hand playfully away, but then she just smiles and teases me about it in a nice way and then bends down to lick and suck one. My hand moves to push her away, but not enough to actually stop her because it actually feels really good and I slowly slump against the back wall of the shower with the water cascading over the two of us.

Laura's hands are on my clean wet skin, and I can feel her slipping lower, to my hips, her mouth licking its way down my torso and I can see her looking up at me as she drops to her knees and smiles that she wants to make things better for me. I shake my head once, but I don't do anything to stop her, and she does what she wants anyway. I can't stop watching her, kneeling and bringing her mouth so slowly between my legs I have an eternity to think about it. Is this what it's like for you, watching me on my knees, ready to suck you?

I don't even notice my other hand in her wet hair, pulling her in closer, my hips pressing a little. I realize I want her to do it, to lick me. Being this turned on is a bit of a shock to me after how awful I thought everything went, and not even having you in the room, but the feel of your piss on my body is still strong even if its all now washed down the drain. I gasp at the soft touch of her tongue, and pull her in with my hand at her head just a little to the right, and then that's it, and harder. I feel her suck my tender bud in between her lips like I was a plate of pasta, and it feels so good my head goes back against the tiles, the water spraying in my face, feeling almost like your piss if I keep my eyes closed and ignore the fact it doesn't smell right, not like you.

I keep expecting Laura to stop, but my hand tells her not to. I'm not gripping her hair though so the fact she keeps right on going seems to be what she wanted to do anyway. Pretty soon I'm gasping and moaning and imagining you pissing on me until I can't take anymore and my body tenses up. Her hands must feel my leg muscles going taut, my belly undulating as I press for that last bit of perfect sensation I need and then I cry out, my fingers finally tightening in her hair as I cum so hard against my piss sister's mouth.

She leaves my gasping and breathless, and finally I open my eyes and look down at her. She is looking up at me with bright eyes. I tell myself the way her face around her mouth is so wet and shiny must be from the shower water not me, but my body knows the truth. She still gives me occasional little nips and licks, teasing out every last little quiver of pleasure, and staying down on her knees like she actually enjoys doing this to me.

Then she looks in my eyes again and tells me she wants me to give her a drink. She seems to be thinking about all of your piss that I swallowed, and I gasp unconsciously at the picture her words paint, of your piss all over me, swallowing it and recycling it through my body and then pissing it on Laura for her to drink too. Such a beautiful image of sharing it makes me shudder. Still, the thought of pissing in front of Laura again still makes me a little warm, a little embarrassed, but she encourages me, and then opens her mouth, as if its simple, I should just let my piss go.

I close my eyes for Laura, she is so good to me. It takes a minute, so hard to relax, but she kneels patiently, showing me she really wants me to do this, and finally it comes, a trickle and then a stream. I can hear it splattering on her lips and my face feels even hotter -- I'm supposed to be the one pissed on, not pissing, but the sight of Laura, so good to me, sharing my piss like that, turns me on and I don't stop. I think of your piss coming out of me and I watch it stream in her face, her mouth catching some of it along with warm shower water, and running down her chin, and swallowing and the whole time she looks in my eyes, my sister, full of love for me. I can't let her down.

When my piss stops, I pull her up and kiss her on the cheek and hug her, and then I even kiss her just a tiny bit on the lips, tasting your piss just a little bit to give me courage. "Laura, thank you so much, I don't know what I'd do without you." I peek out through the door as the water runs down on us while we hug in the shower and I can see you drinking and the camera almost ready for us again. A few minutes ago I had just wanted Laura to leave, not to see my shame here. But now, even though I'm still afraid the camera and the men watching will make it seem cheap and exploitative, I ask her to stay, to watch us. "But let's pretend the camera isn't there OK? Please, let's just pretend its just me and Heath and you. I can do it then."

I take her hand and squeeze it and then I step out of the shower and. I don't imagine I would have done something like this with a real sister if I had one, but we towel off together with one towel, staying close. The closeness of her warm body just feels good. Reassuring. By the time I come out, after Laura has my hair brushed out long and straight and shiny down my back, I feel my nipples as taut and excited as ever, feeling so good against your chest as I move in close for a hug. I look up at you in your arms with a smile, trying to reassure you I'm ok. "I can do this, Heath, I'm ok. Please, I know this might not seem so nice here, and the camera is so hard to ignore, like there's a million people inches away watching what you do to me, but I want to do this. I really do. Are you ok? Can we still do this honey?"
 
Laura slowly swallows your piss as she kneels before you in the shower, she lets some splatter on her face and lips for effect but most of it goes straight in her mouth, she looks up at you and smiles, gargling a little bit, making bubbles with your urine, urine funnily enough made of my urine, it almost seems romantic in some sick and demented way, and if you were to drink her urine you would be getting mine back again, a continuation of piss passed from one bladder to the next.

She has just made you cum and it has made her thirsty and now you quench her thirst, her thirst for piss but it is really about her thirst for doing the taboo, for doing things considered depraved by most people, she gets off on it and you are helping her, she plays with her clitoris while you piss on her, she cums herself just as she finishes drinking the last mouthful, trembling and pushing you against the wall of the shower as she loses balances and grabs your thighs for support.

She slowly gets up and she kisses you on the cheek, you kiss her on her piss covered lips tasting me, she washes off and you towel dry each slowly using the same towel as a further decree of your bond as piss sisters, two women who are bonded in depravity and urine. Two porn stars one still starting the other well established.

"You are so beautiful Annie, you will do so well in this business" she says to you and kisses you deeply again, this time her mouth clean and her tongue exploring your mouth and her hands feeling up your small breasts, her own larger but natural breasts pushing against you.

She giggles, "I think we better stop or you will have nothing left for Heath!" she says with a naughty smile.

"You have a fuck scene now I believe" she adds.

You tell her you will be fine as long as she can pretend it is just me, you and her, she smiles and says that will be fine, she will just watch and she hands you my coat to put on and you put your costume on, the fuck me boots, this is all you will be wearing when the filming starts. You walk out to me, I am finishing my last glass of water and worried that maybe I have drunk so much that I might not be able to perform properly, you come out to me looking relaxed with a smile on your face.

Martin has moved a bed into place, no tarp in this scene, a single bed all made up, he explains to me that I will be fucking you on it and not to worry about the piss ruining the bed. It is a simple bed but nicer than my thought of fucking you on the tarp. He explains that you will start my sucking me off, not enough to make me cum just a little, I can piss in your mouth while you suck me but once again just a little bit, I then lay you down, spreading your legs so your pussy is exposed to the camera, if I can hold you open that would be even better he says to me. I nod and agree that it would make for a better scene, he tells me then that I am to fuck you, just normal missionary and when I am ready to start pissing right inside you, and when I think you are full, I am to pull out slowly so they can film the piss pouring out of your pussy.

Once I am out of piss, I am to then cum on your face and spit in your mouth as well, you are to swallow everything of course.

You are now standing in front of me and Martin feeling a little uneasy around you after the towel debacle leaves and you tell me that you really want to do this, you ask if we can still do this, you are all excited now and I am thrilled that Laura is a part of this as your mood has improved so much now, I smile at you.

"Of course we can do this baby, I am looking forward to it" I say to you, I explain what Martin has told me, what we will be doing and how it will all work. I tell you he feels bad about the towels and that is why I am explaining it to you instead of him. I think it is better anyway, I tell you that I would feel weird about him telling you to fuck and suck me, it seems silly, but maybe I am just trying to hold onto some last grasp of dignity and protocol for you or me or both of us.

He looks at me and I nod, you are wearing my coat with the boots, I know you are naked underneath and I am already hard at the thought of it. I grab your hand and lead you over to the bed.

Laura takes your free hand and walks over with us, she has heard what the 'script' involves and smiles at you all excited for your next step in pornographic movies. She takes a seat near Martin and I put my mask on, I take your coat off and undress myself, leaving my clothes out of camera angle.

You take position in front of me, and Bill the camera man says he is ready, Martin yells "action" and I look at you and hold your face, we kiss for a little bit, my cock already rock hard and I feel your breasts, kissing your neck, making you all wet for the scene. Funny how making love to you now is thought of as a scene, I wonder what you are thinking now and if you are thinking about the right time to start sucking me off and if you would be doing anything differently if we were at home, I glance over at Laura as she watches us getting it on, she smiles and I notice she is caressing her thigh with her fingers.

(Laura's words) I watch my piss sister being kissed by her fiancee, she is naked and beautiful, her fuck me boots hot and the only thing she has on, she looks like a professional, he kisses her neck, you can they are in love and it makes it hotter, I can't wait to see her suck his cock, I think about joining the scene but if I were to do it, it would be the wrong time right now, maybe later, maybe during the pissing, I want to be a part of this. I have fallen for Annie in some strange way, it all started off as a job, hired by Heath to act as a guide for Annie but now, now I really do love her as a sister, a piss sister. I want to piss on her, to give her back Heath's piss that I am carrying inside my bladder, I have never done anything like that before, perhaps because I know they are in love it makes it all the hotter, I fidget in my chair watching, waiting to see Heath's large cock in Annie's mouth, I am craving it (end of Laura's words).

We kiss some more and Bill moves in closer, waiting for the oral to start, I feel you move away and I know you are ready.
 
I slip into the coat and take a moment to pull the beautiful boots all the way up and seal them up tight. Half my attention is on the my fingers working at the boots, but I can't help peering up at you and Martin discussing things. Martin is pointing to the bed and waving his hands like he's giving you some sort of isntructions. I shudder, not even wanting to know. I want to feel you inside me, not Martin's instructions. I turn my focus to the boots, liking how shiny they are, how long and perfect they make my legs look.

Thankfully by the time I have them just right, and your coat wrapped around myself again, Martin has fled the scene and I have you all to myself. My eyes are only for you and its just the two of us in this moment. No tarp now and that helps the illusion for me that it will just be you loving me, filling me in every possible way a fiancee can, and not just some cheap assembly line video production.

Feeling better I reassure you i want to do this, afraid you might think I was too upset based on my earlier reaction and that I might back out leaving you looking like a fool. I would never do that to you. And you smile back to me. Why is your smile so contagious? It makes me feel so much better.

You explain about Martin feeling bad, and I feel a moment of doubt in my heart that maybe he isn't as terrible as I imagined, but I still don't want to feel him pulling your strings like some puppet master, telling you how to love me. I hear what you say about what will happen, what you and Martin agreed, but I don't cling to it. I just look in your eyes, trusting you will know what to do, not because Martin gave you instructions but because you're my Heath. "Just love me Heath. I don't care what Martin said. Do what feels right." I go up on tip toes and give you a little kiss on the cheek, and I can feel your hardness pressing against me in that moment and it thrills me. Even here in this room, with all the people watching and the cameras and everything you had to drink, I still make you hard. I want to kiss you some more, to just love you right then and there, but Martin gives the signal its time to start.

You lead me to the bed and I follow easily, loving the feeling of your hand around mine. Suddenly Laura take my other hand and my mind suddenly flashes to a couple weddings I had been to, the bride being walked down the aisle to her new fate, usually by a mom and dad, sometimes just a dad, but I just felt escorted and safe between the two of you, knowing you both cared for me so much.

Then its just you and me as Laura backs off and pulls up a chair next to Martin. I smile and wave to her like waving to Mom before the 3rd grade class play. She gives me a little motion and I nod and turn back to you, taking a deep breath and getting into character -- me, here alone with you. It's not a stretch.

You have your mask on and you are mostly undressed, just pulling off your pants and standing naked now in front of me. You reach for the coat and open it and the camera moves as you slowly expose my body. Are they recording this part too? Why? But I force myself to ignore the camera aimed at my breasts and focus on being your loving finacee. The coat slips from my shoulders as your fingers push it back the last little bit necessary for it to slide down my arms at my side and flutter to the floor at my feet. I'm still in the boots. They say "fuck me." So they stay on.

I look up at you, feeling the moment, your obvious excitement for me. I can't remember what I'm supposed to do so I improvise. I lean forward and I kiss you ever so gently with open lips right in the middle of your broad firm chest, feeling your heart beating faster against my lips. I put one hand on your shoudler for a moment, and the other strokes down your left side, down to your hip. But I don't touch your erection, letting it graze my pelvis but not touching you with my fingers. Instead I slowly, slowly kiss my way down your chest, your abdomen, feeling your warmth. As gracefully as I possibly can in the high heeled boots I sink to my knees, peering up at you, caring only about you and not the camera. My hand slips from your shoulder and slowly follows me down, touching your chest and your nipple before coming to rest at the top of your belly, as my mouth reaches your cock.

I open my lips and kiss the tip of your cock, then the whole length of it, reminding myself of exactly how it feels against my lips and my cheeks, even my forehead and nose. I just want to feel you. Then I take you fully in my mouth, my hand leaving your hip and holding your balls as I suck you in. I don't feel like I'm in a warehouse with lights and cameras aimed at me. I just feel like I'm with you, at home.
 
You look hot in the thigh high boots and my coat, if I could write my own sexual fantasy I don't think I could have done it any better than the way you look. You are led to the bed by myself and Laura, it almost feels like walking a condemned prisoner to the gallows, showing support for their upcoming execution, except in this case it is your reputation being executed, you are about to be fucked on camera, pissed not just on but inside you, this whole journey for you has been nothing but one step closer and closer to whore-dom. Still it is exciting and I guide you to your position.

Like an executioner I put my mask on, I get to stay anonymous in all of this, just a cock really, a prop, nothing more, you the slut and the canvas to fuck and urinate on.

I finish undressing and Bill the camera man is already filming, I can see they want a bit of a revelation scene, I slowly take your coat off and let it drop to the ground, he zooms in your body, your little but perfect breasts. We kiss, I caress you.

Laura is sitting next to Martin, watching and looking proud, I never thought in a million years I would be in a porn movie let alone with my wife to be, we continue to kiss and soon you slide down to my cock, slowly I feel you slide down, balancing on the high heels of the fuck me boots your only clothing, only allowed to wear things that say fuck me, that scream how much of a willing whore you are.

You take me in your mouth, sliding me in and out, slowly, licking my shaft, sucking on the head of my cock, slowly taking all of me, I moan and shift my eyes just a little to see Laura watching compelled, Martin watching and smiling at your performance, Bill zooms in again, he must be practically picking up your fillings now he is so close, I push into your mouth a little, fucking your mouth with my cock, then I pull out just a little, my cock bursting with piss, I need to let go, just a little bit, so full of water I am.

I pull out, my tip still on your lower lip, 'open' I mouth to you, and of course you do, I let you have some, some piss in your mouth, knowing you have probably forgotten your instructions, I mouth 'gargle', and then the all important 'swallow', you do it all and I put my cock back in your mouth, receiving more pleasure from you, orally fucking you as you as you kneel there.

I then take your hand, I can't hold it much longer, the water needs to be released, I help you up and gently guide you onto the bed, laying you down, I spread your legs for the camera, the audience must see all of you, I spread your pussy lips wide open, the camera zooms in again as I display you, I lick it a little, your clitoris, your labia, not much though, no one cares about the pleasure of the actress, she is just a canvas for the male prop, she is to be used as a pleasure device not a pleasure receiver. I surprise myself with my knowledge of porn, but then if you watch enough of anything I guess you can become an expert.

I position myself, the standard push up position, smiling at you I slide myself in, the camera zoom whirring once more, my cock must be caught entering you, they must see it or it might all be seen as fake. I am inside you now, fucking you slowly, pushing myself in and out of you, thrusting into you, trying to make you gasp and moan as much as possible, I groan from pleasure and trying to hold the piss back, I can see Laura feeling her thigh as she watches you being fucked like this, she is genuinely excited, Martin nods his head professionally, he must have seen this so many times before, to him it is all mechanics now.

Then busting, I stop, I look at Martin who directs Bill to position himself for the flood. I let go of my bladder, pissing inside you, at first my cock acts as a dam holding in all the liquid, then it starts to leak out, I look at you with love in my eyes, your cunt has become my toilet, I disgraced your special place, before I can pull out, Laura approaches with a glass in her hand, she nods at me and I move a little without pulling out, she positions the glass, I know what she wants, she wants to fill it straight from your cunt, she smiles at you, so close to us in our coitus, I slowly pull out and the piss inside you fills the glass she is holding.

She smells it like a fine glass of wine, sipping it, taking a mouthful and then with it still in her mouth she kisses you, sharing the piss, I kneel up, still some piss left and let you have what is left on your breasts as you two piss sisters kiss each other.
 
It feels good sucking you, comforting to have you in my mouth, working my tongue along your shaft. I look up at you and the sight of your eyes looking down at me gives me a familiar thrill, and any thoughts of the camera or the director are pushed away for the moment by your presence.

You feel it too, I'm sure. Your hips start to move a little, thrusting forward to push deeper in my mouth, taking control a little. But you quickly stop that, and instead pull back, my lips following you greedily until you stop, the head of your cock resting on my lower lip. I pause, looking up to you to check if it's ok to suck your answer is the silent word "open" on your lips. I shudder just a little, realizing what's coming, but I open my mouth wider, your cock still resting on my lip.

You let just a little piss out into my mouth, just a sip really, surprising me even though I should have expected it this was coming, but sucking you had all my attention and now a little of your piss runs down my chin until I adjust my tongue to accept your hot piss without spilling it. Your flow stopped almost as soon as it started, but you were so full even that was enough to fill me to my lips and I have to move carefully as I turn my head up to look in your eyes again so no more spills down my front.

Your mouth makes another word, like reminding me of a forgotten line in a play. I blink a few times, trying to figure it out and then I get it. I make the gargling noise, piss bubbling in my mouth and some inevitably leaking out over my lower lip and down my chin. When you mouth the word "swallow" for me though I understand immediately. I close my lips just enough to swallow the big mouthful of your piss in two little gulps and then look back up to you with a smile interrupted only to open my mouth and show you, and apparently the camera leaning in so close, how I swallowed every last drop, except for the gargled bit still trickling slowly between my breasts.

You take my open-mouthed display of piss swallowed as an invitation instead though, thrusting back between my lips. My lips seal tight around you, sucking and moving my tongue against the bottom of your shaft as it thrusts in and out of my mouth, not taking me down to my throat but just making a nice little show of using my mouth. Kneeling in front of you like this just makes it feel that much more exciting for me, feeling all the more how I belong to you, the intensity of how much you want me.

You pull out of my lips and I look up to see your hand offered down to me. I slip my fingers into your palm like a lady getting out of the limousine at the opera and you help me up from my knees. Standing naked so close to you I can feel your presence like a gravitational attraction and follow you easily the step or two over to the bed. You lay me back, looking down at me, your eyes trailing over my whole body. My legs dangle off the end of the bed slightly awkwardly, but rather than push me up further on the mattress you take one ankle in each strong hand and spread my legs wide, pushing back so my knees part widely. The way you grip my legs, forcing them open and holding me like that, just looking at me, would be enough to make me feel like beautiful merchandise on display in a luxury shop even if the camera wasn't trailing down my torso and dwelling on my exposed pussy like I was a hen being evaluated on the auction block.

Thankfully, you bend down over my pussy, temporarily at least displacing the camera which moves with practiced ease to the side, still getting a good view of what you're doing. My fingers run through your hair, trying not to clutch at you too hard as your tongue teases so deliciously at the fleshy folds around my opening, then focuses on my clitoris for a moment. My hips squirm and I moan encouragingly.

But you pull away just as I feel my pleasure truly rising and I look up at you, surprised and disappointed. You smile at me though, reassuring me everything is ok, that you know many ways to give me what I need, and then, with your weight on your strong arms on either side of me, you lower yourself, slowly skewering me. I can feel you sliding in and I'm unbelievably wet. As I look at the happy expression on your face I'm sure you can feel how tight and wet I am, and I love that the camera can't possibly see the wetness inside me, how eagerly I'm welcoming your penetration, like it is just our secret.

You are going so slowly that for a moment, worked up as I am, it almost frustrates me, my hips working at a slightly faster rhythm, but quickly I catch your pace, my legs spread so wide you have every ounce of control you need to take me at whatever pace you choose, and the camera can surely see that. You thrust deep, and the camera and microphone are so close it throws me just slightly, so I focus on your face and your eyes with every bit of my soul.

You are helping me, hitting the perfect angle you know so well, winding me up for a huge jolt of pleasure I can feel coming closer with every thrust. It feels so good the rest of the world almost melts away, Laura, the director and the camera almost in another universe from us. The only intrusion is the strange little memory of my self-conscious worry about how to moan properly. But even that thought surrenders to the relentless insistent pounding of your cock on my pleasure spots, and my moans rise sharply without a thought to whether they are right or sexy enough for the camera, moaning the way I moan for you every time my orgasm comes so close.

Only this time you slow and then stop, leaving my body trembling on the precipice of pleasure, looking up to you with eyes pleading for that little something more, the hard deep thrusts we both know will send me over the deep end and I pray drag you along with me. But you just look to the side, giving a little nod it looks to me. Then you look back at me, your eyes filled with love but not driving any deeper, leaving me trapped and breathing heavily, aching for more of you.

Then I feel it and instantly I realize what you are doing, the "script" coming back to me in a flash as the hot warmth blossoms inside me. I can barely hear it, your flow emptying inside me, but slowly I start to get a full feeling. A little trickle of your piss starts to escape around the plug of your hard cock at my opening, the pressure inside just too much. Suddenly Laura pops into my view and I see her smile, her eyes between my legs and I feel her holding something against my bottom just under your impaling cock. You pull back just a bit and I groan at that slight movement. More of your piss leaks out of me and it sounds like it flows into a glass, which must be what Laura is holding under me.

I'm so turned on and confused by what's going on I don't really realize what she is doing or why, only thinking perhaps she is trying to protect the floor from your piss, but if that was so important, wouldn't the tarp still be there. I look up to you and wish you would bend down and kiss me, but you are still strong and proud over me, your powerful torso rigid as you keep your hips pressed hard against me.

You pull out further and I feel even more piss running out between my legs, hearing a lot of it going into the glass, the slowly rising pitch making it clear the glass is filling up, and some of it dripping from my bottom onto the bed itself, a big nasty wet spot of pee flowering on the sheet under my bottom.

Finally the flow slows, and I wonder how much of your piss is inside of me still, my insides squishy with the though of it, but your rise up straight and kneel back, now looking down at me with a loving look, still in contact against me. I hope the piss on the bed isn't reaching your knees.

Laura is over me now and she sniffs the glass like that fine glass of champagne at her house, right in front of my face and right in front of the camera. Then she takes a sip of it, slowly taking a mouthful of it, looking like she is so at ease in front of the camera I wish I was more like her. She looks down at me and I can see from the light in her eyes she wants to smile at me, but that would let the piss run out of her lips. She lowers herself like she is going to give me the most romantic anyone other than my fiancee could give me and as she hovers right over my lips some instinct just makes my own mouth open, ready to kiss this wonderful friend back. She brings her lips to mine, but not sealing the kiss so tightly that the camera couldn't see the piss running from her mouth into my own. As the piss runs down my cheek and her tongue works between my mouth, with both lick and swallow and share your piss. My body is still buzzing with desire for you, your hands still on my ankles holding my legs open, but sharing this kiss with my sister makes me even hotter and the camera circling me doesn't bother me so much, as if Laura's presence somehow rubs off on me.

I feel you shifting on the mattress, pushing closer and suddenly your warm flow splatters my breasts, but Laura doesn't pull away, just kissing me as you piss on me, the camera taking in the whole scene. My hands reach for you, wanting to pull you back on top of me, only slightly worried you would be disgusted by all your piss still wet against my breasts, and I wonder whether Laura would back away from her kiss to let you take over, or would she even notice if my body started rocking rhythmically under her, my kisses moaning into her mouth more and more urgently until I arched and came against her lips. Just thinking about it makes my hips squirm against you, grinding slightly with an intense need for your touch, and my mouth kisses her hungrily, open to whatever you want to do to me, even with the camera circling and zooming and recording my every moan.
 
So I have just finished pissing inside you, and Laura has filled a glass from your leaking cunt as if it were a drink dispenser, she is smelling my urine as if it were a fine glass of wine, she takes a sip and kisses you, but kisses you in such a way that the camera can see my amber fluid pass from her mouth to yours, it looks hot, I piss a little more on your breasts as she does it and then I pull my foreskin closed again wanting to save it.

I watch you two kiss, two piss sisters sharing my waste, you swallow it down and Laura takes another sip, this time gargling it herself before swallowing it all down, I have only seen you drink my piss, I know you can be territorial about this but I think you have changed, with Laura anyway it is ok, you have shared a lot now and I don't think you mind her drinking my urine that is normally reserved for you.

Martin sits on the edge of his seat, he can't believe how his film has developed, not even over yet and he now has two women sharing piss and kissing, Laura gets up and undresses, she takes your hand and puts you on the floor with her, you are both kneeling naked on the floor now, both looking up at me. I release my cock and give you both a drink, moving from mouth to mouth, when I have emptied myself I stand back and watch you both gargle and kiss some more before swallowing me all down.

It is too much, my cock still so hard, even harder now, bulging at it's seams.

I take you by the back of your head and force my cock in your mouth, Laura also very horny now, gets behind me and starts to suck on my balls while I fuck your face, fucking it hard, making you gag and choke, my balls being nibbled and sucked while I do it.

Then she moves to my shaft, she is licking, your phlegm from coughing up now all stringy and she doesn't care, she licks my goo covered cock, and soon she too is being mouth fucked, I move from one mouth to the next, back and forward, I am insane horny, two women who have both been marked with my urine, my property, my primal properties.

I am about to cum and you both plead for it, pleading for my cum, I only want you to have it though, we haven't discussed any of this, haven't expected it, no chance of planning for it.

I explode and cum on your face, in your mouth, grunting as I blow my load on you, still fucking your face as I do it.

Laura moves behind me and pushes me forward, she parts my arse cheeks and starts to lick my anus, I look at you and moan as she does this new act, I stroke your hair and mouth 'I love you' as you lick the cum from my cock.

Laura keeps going a little more and the Martin yells "Cut" and Laura slowly stops her oral assault on my arse.

I help you up by your hand and hold you, "we did it baby, our first proper porn film" I say to you, hoping you were ok with Laura jumping in.

"Oh my pissy! I hope you don't mind, I was so turned on by watching you, I had to be a part of it all!" she interjects almost as if reading my mind.

Bill the camera man walks off to the bathroom, presumably to masturbate, it must be hard watching that kind of thing taking place right in front of you everyday, I think to myself.

"That was a great film, you all did really well, this will be a hit for sure!" Martin says to us all.

Then Laura ever the big sister looks at you and takes you by the hand again, "Lets talk mini me" she says as she leads you to a private place.

"So? How was it, are you happy you went through with it?" She asks you still naked except for her heels, you also still naked, "Would you do it again?" she adds smiling in the corner of the room waiting for Bill to finish in the shower room so she can wash you and herself off again.

I give myself a quick wipe down and get dressed, Martin talks to me about contracts, I smile and act polite but I know once this comes out there will be better offers.
 
Laura only breaks our kiss to take another drink from the glass of your piss that she's mostly managing not to spill on the bed, and even that brief interruption leaves me staring up at the two of you, glassy eyed and wanting more. Her face appears over me again, and she gargles the piss in your mouth, right where the camera can see, not even embarrassed or awkward at all, and I just feel so impressed, so happy to have her here with me that it doesn't even faze me at all that another woman is drinking your piss. It's ok with me, and I know it's because it's Laura, the one woman who truly shares my heart, and because we're drinking you together. She kisses me again and I swallow, feeling her tongue against my lips, my breath against hers, the smell of you overpowering between us.

I can feel the movement in Laura's body as she starts to shrug out of her clothes without breaking contact with my lips, her tongue swirling in my mouth, kissing me so perfectly its like her mind feels every sensation in my body and knows exactly what to move, what to touch, what I need next. But then she breaks the kiss, not what I need, but she gives me a look that she has more in mind, and that makes me moan a little, feeling myself trust her more than anyone in the world but you.

Laura wriggles out of her skirt and panties while I watch, exposing her beauty. She looks so amazing, even without any special movie makeup, even though she couldn't have had any idea she was going to be in front of a camera with me today. I smile along with her, wondering if it makes me look even half as sexy as she does.

After a single step back from me, the points of her heels clicking just lightly on the floor, she drops to her knees at the side of the bed, her head now only slightly higher than mine, and she reaches for my hand, still resting on your hip, and I shudder realizing she wants me to kneel beside her, the symbolism of the two of us, naked women kneeling and facing you, to obvious and powerful not to make me shiver with anticipation. I look briefly to you, still kneeling over me, and I can't sense any objection from you.

I untangle my legs from under you and around your and slither my way to the edge of the bed, moving carefully with the high boot heel so I don't catch it on the mattress. The piss you fucked inside me leaks out even more, running down my bare thighs and making my boots shine even more as my hips move and wiggle with my motions, getting piss on the untarped floor too. Martin is probably annoyed, or maybe the cameraman is the one who'll have to mop it, but I don't care.

Laura tugs urgently at my hand even as I'm already slipping to the floor beside her, like she can't wait, like having me join her means that much to her, and I want to kiss her, but her eyes are just as focused on you as her hand is on me. I turn and kneel, settling my naked bottom across the smooth surface of the back of my boots under me, snuggled up shoulder to bare shoulder with Laura, and I look up to you on the bed too, both of us waiting. You stand up on the mattress, looking so much higher over me than I've ever seen you before, like you are a greek god over us mere mortals, that's what is in my head as I look up at you, holding your cock in your hand and waiting for the right moment, for the camera to be ready to record what you will do to us. I can hear the camera man and Martin moving around us like sharks circling chum, but I can ignore them now with Laura here. I feel I get it now, the beauty of it even in these tawdry circumstances flowing from our willingness to do anything for you, letting the camera capture that, preserve it, bottle it. Seeing it so clearly in Laura is enough to help me feel it in myself finally.

I look up in your eyes way up above me and you smile as i open my mouth, and I'm certain in my heart without even looking that Laura does the same from the brief look you give her -- we are piss sisters after all. You turn to face us fully, looming over us, your cock pointing right at me, and then you release your foreskin a bit, the slightest shift in your body and breath, and your flow resumes, this time not in me but on me. I feel you piss raining on my face with a hard splatter, the extra height of standing on the bed making your stream so much more forceful it shocks me, the flow immediately building to full strength and your aim bringing the piss to my lips and then filling my mouth with a loud bubbling noise between my cheeks. I keep my mouth open, even as the camera comes in close to record my face, letting every man watching my movie see your piss filling my mouth.

I don't swallow it, not yet, even as your stream moves to my left, quickly across my cheek and then my left shoulder. I only swallow when I hear your piss filling the empty cavity of my piss sister's mouth too, swallowing mine as you fill hers. The taste of your piss, strong and acrid and familiar, makes me squirm with excitement. I feel a little piss running down my shoulder and I'm pretty sure it's running from the side of Laura's face, making me feel like we are sharing this experience so completely I'm not alone at all in debasement, but sharing something beautiful with the two most amazing partners any girl could want.

You return to my mouth, filling me again, and this time I gargle while listening to you fill Laura on her turn, letting the camera linger on my willing acceptance of your piss before swallowing it. Your piss continues for yet another two mouthfuls for each of us, the last one with your stream slowing, telling me to savor this one, to make it count.

Your cock dribbles a last few drops which just land on the bed, which you are standing on, and then you just look down at us, and the camera and Martin join your eyes, waiting for what we'll do. Without shifting on our knees we both, Laura and I, turn our shoulders, twisting our torsos enough to face other other on our knees, necks turned and straining to bring out lips close enough I can smell the piss in her mouth and she can smell mine -- or at least that's how it feels to me. She blinks a couple times and then her head tips that little bit and I tip mine back to just enough to gargle at the same time she does, in sync with my piss sister, the two of us kneeling and gargling your piss for the camera. My fingers grasp at her hand beside mine and she looks at me. I smile, which of course causes a small leak from my lips to run down my chest. Then I lean the last few inches between us and kiss her with all the urgency and heat I feel in my body, and we both swallow, the piss swirling between our mouths, not caring who swallows whose urine and saliva, the kiss making us one for the moment, so your piss belongs to both of us equally.

I hear you stepping down from the mattress as I swallow the last of the piss, still kissing Laura though with my eyes closed, thinking of you and kissing her as you watch me. But then I feel your hand on my head, pulling me from her lips and to your cock, fully hard again from watching us. You aren't gentle or patient with me, pulling firmly on my head and forcing your cock into my mouth, driving into my mouth like it is a pussy and you've just been paroled after 20 years in solitary.

I gag and shudder as you force your cock deep in my mouth and into my throat, feeling it stretching my throat uncomfortably and wondering if the camera sees that, the impression of your thick cock in my neck visible from the outside. I can't think about that long though as you don't stop to let me enjoy the feeling of you body against my shin and nose and face. This is a true throat fucking, you hips in frenzied motion, slamming against me over and over, and I whimper and gag, my hands fluttering at my side before resting on your thighs for support.

It's more than I can handle, too much of you to take, and that just makes me feel even wetter, even sexier to yield to you even when you want more from me that I thought I could give. I can't hear the camera, all I hear is your breath and my retches and pathetic noises, Laura moving around on the floor behind you. I feel thick fluid coming up, running down my chin and chest, coating your cock which glides even slicker and easier down my throat with each chin-punishing thrust.

Your cock pulls out to my lips and then leaves my mouth completely, but you don't come on my face, instead you turn and thrust deep in Laura's mouth too, giving her two or three wicked thrusts before turning back to me. I watch how Laura takes it, not gagging nearly so much as I do, like this is an art she has somehow practiced or perfected compared to my awkward struggles.

You thrust deep in my throat again, even harder. I'm aware of Laura's throat wetness on you, feeling the three of us merging in my throat. I try to take you with grace and style, but I can't match Laura, arching and retching and clinging to your legs with slender taut fingers with each deep choking thrust. You thrust thrust thrust, and then pull out all too soon to return to Laura, leaving me kneeling and red-faced with embarrassment at not being able to take you like she does, my body impatient for you to give me another turn.

You go back and forth, fucking us both equally, until I can feel the change in your thrusts and i know you're close. I love Laura like a sister but I want your cum, feeling like that belongs to me, it has to belong to me, like I would die if I wasn't the one to receive your cum, so strong the feeling inside me. My throat aches as I hear Laura gurgling around your hard final thrusts and I beg you, "Please, please I need your cum." You turn to me and thrust in me, silencing my pleading moans but Laura joins in, her voice sexy like getting throat fucked barely bothers her, and Laura is begging for you to cum.

You draw back and then force one slow deep thrust that feels so thick I'm afraid you'll shred my throat. I hear you groan, knowing you so well. I pull back a little and your fingers in my hair even tug, encourage me, holding me right where you want as you explode powerfully, grunting with orgasmic pleasure, spraying my piss soaked face with your load. I keep my mouth open as your cock spurts on my face, a habit I can't resist and a rope of your cum land on my nose and trail into my open mouth, then another fully in my mouth. I taste your cum, nectar of the god who stood over me, pissing me, loving me, fucking my throat and reveling in the pleasure only I -- and Laura -- could give.

You shove your cock back in my mouth, still orgasming, squeezing more of your seed out on my tongue and then down my throat, forcing yourself deep and then holding there with a satisfied groan as you extract every last bit of pleasure from me, until I feel the satisfaction even in your grip of my hair, and you finally pull your cock from the mess that is my mouth and face, leaving me red in the face and gasping for breath. I have no idea why your orgasm was so strong, what Laura might have done, just focused on you,your eyes, not even the camera in my thoughts, just you.

Your hand gripping my hair relaxes and you stroke me lovingly, and as you mouth that you love me, I smile back to you and show you my love, licking your cum and my own gagging mess from your cock. Your cum tastes wonderful, powerful on my lips and tongue, but I wince a little as I swallow back down my own retched up mess again. My eyes, bright with love, never leave yours though as I lick you clean, noting every little movement of your face as my tongue bathes you, luxuriating in your pleasure.

A hoarse voice yells out "Cut."

Everything seems to stop, like a dream coming to an end. We blink, looking at each other, suddenly realizing we are all in a cheap little room and not on a cloud, with a cheap producer and a cameraman and a worldwide audience watching us, not ministering angels singing songs inspired by the beauty of what we are doing.

I shudder at the shock of the comedown, and only your eyes keep me together. You help me up and I try not to groan as you help me up from my knees. I feel wrung out, my body covered with your fluids. But you are so proud of me, I can hear it in your words and I just lean against you, Laura jumping up happily joining me in hugging you. My arm goes around her too, and I thank you both for helping me get through my first film.

Laura is as proud of me as you are, only sounding so much more bubbly where you sounded loving and tender. I nod to you both. "You were so amazing honey, you made it easy. And Laura, I'm so glad you came, I don't know what we would have done without you. It's just hard the first time." I giggled just a little, thinking of so many first times, so many very recent first times and realizing how true it was. But if my history with you was any guide, it would get easier. Being with you makes everything easier, like a comfort to my mind that is always there to help me get used to things, to adjust to a new life, a new life with you.

Martin has the sense not to join our hug, but he talks like we did a good job and he's happy with the result, like he's sure he'll be able to sell it.

Laura takes my hand and I look back to you as she leads me off, but you give me a nod of approval and I go with Laura. I love you so much, but Laura can understand me, can help me with these feelings.

.Laura is all questions as stops us in the corner by the door to the bathroom where the cameraman is inside doing who knows what. I can't help speaking softly to her, not wanting the cameraman to hear my thoughts, not wanting anyone but you or Laura to know these things about me. It takes a moment to answer, to gather my thoughts, but Laura just holds my hand and strokes my bare shoulder, like she doesn't even care I'm covered in piss and cum, it's just the two of us, heart to heart.

"Well, being with Heath is always easy, you know? I loved that, every second. But until you came, Laura, I didn't know if I was going to be able to make it all the way. Something about the camera man and the camera itself, and the producer only caring about the angles and the money shots and what he could see of an experience that is supposed to be beautiful and special. it was like they didn't care, didn't feel what we were really doing, and it cheapened it." I looked in her face, not sure if I was explaining it right. "But when you joined in, it made me forget all that, and I just focused on giving Heath everything he deserved, seeing him behind that mask, his cock, the love we share, and sharing it with you. Once I just forgot about the camera and the cheap room and all that, it was great."

Would I do it again? "I... do it again? Well, if Heath wants me to, I think so I guess, yeah, yes. I don't know if I could ever to it as well as this one without you or Heath there, but I'm sure I have to learn how."

Laura looks at me and says, "Practice, practice, practice." That makes me giggle, and I know she's kidding with me, but then she says, "I'm serious. That's what it is. I'm just like you, just more practice."

I'm quiet, not sure how to take that. "You're being so kind." But she looks like she means it, and that files itself away deep in my head for a lot of examination, the thought I could actually be like Laura, with enough practice. How proud of me would you be then?

The pervert cameraman finally comes out zipping himself up with a stupid smile on his face, and I wait until he's well away from us before the two of us walk to the bathroom and the shower, two sets of heels clicking on the tiles together. This time, we both need a good washing down, but once we're clean and dressed, my feelings out in the open with Laura, my heart aches to be in your arms, with you, to feel you just hold me for a really long time.
 
Martin yells cut and I watch as the world seems to return, I can see you are feeling the same thing, you have an odd look on your face, turned on, concerned, confused, Martin comes over and tells us we all did great, he doesn't hug us as we all embrace each other, probably the best thing really, I don't like being close to men especially when I am naked myself!

The filming finished now, adrenaline wearing off within me, I watch as Laura takes you away again, another sister chat about everything, I see that she wisely chooses to wait outside the showers for Bill the camera man to finish before entering, poor Bill having to watch people fuck and do humiliating and personal things to each other all day and just having to get close enough to touch and yet not touch, I imagine if it were me I would be jacking off like crazy before hand, trying to make myself as numb as possible to what I would be seeing playing out before me.

I get dressed and take my disguise off, the mask of shame really. All because of a stupid bet, in many ways you have fulfilled that bet now but my creditor needs to piss on you as well, he needs to see it happen himself, I think now I can finally arrange that, guarantee it would happen, it is a shame that I didn't know how keen you were to please otherwise he could have attended the piss party and pissed on you along with all the other men when you were chained to the toilet, that would have been perfect and yet I can't help but think was all this meant to be? Due to your upbringing were you meant to break free of the shackles in some bizarre and crazy way like this, to do something so extraordinary that you would never feel doubt about your abilities again. Or am I just making crap up in my head to justify my behavior, I have pornified you in the truest sense of the word, you are now a porn star or porn actress or whatever you want to call it, you have made an official porn film. All because of me.

I wonder how you are feeling about Laura sucking my cock, I didn't know she would join in and yet in a way I should have known, she is horny and seems to really like you, she is doing things that she doesn't have to do, I never thought I would have two women sucking my cock at once, I grin a little remembering it, pretty fucking cool I think to myself. Laura licking my arsehole while you were sucking me off, I like you am also not that sexually adventurous, or should I say wasn't, if it wasn't for this stupid bet I would still be making love to you missionary style and being quite happy with it, I realize that things haven't just changed dramatically for you, they have changed for me as well. I am no longer some white hat doing all the right things and feeling bored with myself, I am now a rather kinky mother fucker who allows other men to piss in my fiancee's mouth and fucks her in strange places while people film us. I have moved so far away from who I really am, really was that I no longer know myself.

I hang about as Martin talks on the phone, I am curious about trivial things as well, like who cleans this mess, do they bring in a cleaner or does Bill have to mop it all up now. Do they throw out the mattress no doubt stained now in piss and semen and your pussy juices or does it just get a new cover thrown on top for next time around. Silly trivial things but curious all the same.

Soon a cleaner does in fact turn up, some Mexican lady with blue rubber gloves, she strips the bed, not even making a face at what she would be cleaning up, she has obviously done this before, then pushing the sheets and even the glass that Laura used to catch my piss into a garbage bag she starts to mop up the mess, she dusts some kind of powder over the mattress itself and then Martin hands her some money, cash payment for cleaning up sin and she leaves without every saying a word. Porn where everyone gets to make some money I say to myself.

Bill leaves the showers zipping himself up and smiling a sleazy grin at the two of you, he has obviously masturbated and wants you to know that he did it thinking about you both. I could call it sleazy and yet just because he is old and fugly looking doesn't mean that he doesn't have needs and also doesn't mean he is cold, he wants to have a connection with you two in some desperate fucked up way, by letting you know he has masturbated over you he is making that connection. Making it in a very messed up disturbing manner but given what we have just done who am I to make judgement on this man who after all just stood back and watched while the rest of us went to hell.

You enter the shower room with Laura and Martin comes over to talk to me, "I hope it was ok for you and Annie, Laura joining in was a real bonus, I think Annie will be a major star now, to have her first film with Laura and all, it will be huge I am sure of it. I hope she will want to do more films in the future, here is my card if you want to talk contracts and future filming" he says to me, I take his card but I know that if there are more films we will hold out for better directors, better films, I have no idea what your future plans are regarding all of this, do you really want to be a porn star? I have to work out what you want, once my debt is paid there is no reason for any of this, what you want is important to me despite the way I have been treating you.

In the showers Laura takes off her high heels and removes your boots, all pissed covered "We will wash these off but the acid in urine tends to ruin leather honey, we will see what happens, anyway it will be a nice memento for you" she smiles up at you and leads you into a shower stall, turning on the water, "mmmm nice and hot, lets get all clean and pure again" she coos at you.

"You know baby, is it really about what Heath wants? What do you want? Do you want to do more films? Are you only doing all of this to turn him on or are you getting turned on by it as well, to be a porn star? You have to work that out sis, if this is what you want to do then you should do it, it's your body after all, your face Heath gets to hide his behind his mask, you need to work out what you want to do" she says to you in a caring tone.

"I couldn't help but get involved, I am so happy you are ok with it, if it makes you feel better you can suck Derek's cock sometime, if Heath is ok with that, I don't want you to think I am taking more than I am willing to offer myself, Heath does have a beautiful hard cock though doesn't he Annie, you are lucky to have that inside you, but then I think you already know that" she smiles at you as if offering you her husband's cock is no different to offering you a bite of her sandwich.

She starts to soap you up and caresses your breasts, "You have incredible breasts Annie, and you know you look so much like Annie Hathaway, it's a real turn on, I know Martin loves your innocent girl next door look, the whole silicone titted, blonde bimbo look is pretty much out now, only some films still have them, people want to see real people fucking and debasing themselves not fake types" she adds still caressing you, making sure there is so much soap on your breasts that they will shine for all eternity.

She gives you a slow and tender kiss, nibbling on your lip, her hand sliding down slowly, slowly down your stomach and over your pudenda, her fingers finding your clitoris and stroking it, running her finger around you as she continues to kiss you, "I love being this close to you Annie, it's like we were meant to be" she whispers in between kisses, "One day I will fuck you, I will strap on a big dildo and fuck you Annie, do you like the sound of that" she continues her dirty talk as she kisses you.

She then turns you around, "Heath liked this, have you ever done this to him honey" she says and she bends you over a little and spreads your arse cheeks, she starts to work her way around your rim, slowly licking it, then slowly ever so slowly works her tongue into your arsehole, fucking your arse with her tongue, "mmmm" she sighs as she explores your little hole, slowly fucking it and listening to you groan and moan as she gives you yet another new experience.

After some time, she feels you start to tense and your moaning becoming more exaggerated the hot water cascading over your naked bodies as she keeps licking your rim and hole, knowing you are about to have an anal orgasm she clutches your arse cheeks tighter and works her way in deeper and deeper, releasing one hand to work your clitoris as well, finally you cum, she works her way back up, holding you as your tremble, "Oh my sister, that was amazing, you give me so much" she says to you, holding you and kissing you some more as you tremble in her arms.

She turns the water off and dries you off slowly with the precious towels, "Heath probably thinks we have drowned in here" she giggles slowly getting dressed, "Are you ready to go back out again?" she asks you tenderly.

Back outside I look at my watch and realize that Laura and you are either having a very in-depth chat about porn or in fact you two have become sisters in a most Deliverance kind of way. It was bound to happen I think to myself, at this point, I just have to accept that our lives will never be the same again and just have to hope that we will find a way to stay together regardless of what happens to us.
 
Laura leads me to the showers,kicking off her own high heels much easier than the effort it takes to free my legs from my beautiful piss-stained fuck me boots. I frown as she explains about urine and the boots, sad they might end up being nothing more than a little museum memento commemorating the time you pissed on me in a real porno. Our first. Or our only. Who knows. If we do anymore, maybe I should save the other boots for just letting you fuck me, and let you piss on me in heels that won't get ruined. Or maybe having such gorgeous and expensive things ruined by what you do to me is part of the fascination. I really can't tell, still overwhelmed and not thinking clearly.

I see Laura beckon me from the steam of the shower, and she is in such a good mood it's hard not to float along with her on a warm, comfortable stream of happiness. I just let the hot water wash over my skin, turning my face up into the spray as she starts asking me about some of the things I'd said. I run my hands over my face, wiping the water and piss out of my eyes and pulling my long wet hair back over my shoulders so I can see her clearly.

"What do I want?" I look down, my eyes on her legs as I think about you, and about me, and about what I want. "I know I probably sound old-fashioned, or naive or whatever, but what I want is Heath, I want to make him happy. And that really makes me happy, happier than I've ever been. I'm not kidding. This last... I don't know... week? However long it's been, yeah he pisses on me, has me doing... things I never would have dreamed of, but I feel like a different girl I never even knew I could be, a girl who could actually be happy. And maybe this is going a little too far, but it's because of Heath, it really is. He means so much to me, I'd do anything for him.

"But I hear you. You're worried about me, like, Heath and I aren't even married and you never know and maybe I should consider, like, would I do this if Heath broke up with me, would I still want all this? Well, mostly, I really can't stand the thought of him leaving me. But... well, if he did, I'm not sure. You seem to love what you do. I know I never would have even dreamed of stuff like this, no offense, but now that I have, it makes me feel... I don't know, special. Ok, maybe it's degrading and all, but even if it made me feel like the lowest person on the face of the earth, that still feels special, like I matter, like people notice me. So, I guess I would do another film, with or without Heath."

I kind of drift off, but Laura seems to understand what I'm saying. I just don't want to lose you from my life, don't want to find out what I'd do without you. Laura seems to sense my letdown and chirps up about how she'd joined us, how special it had all been. She looks at me, though, like I'm making some kind of face -- which I'm not, I'm pretty sure -- at the thought of her sucking your cock too. I belong to you, and don't want anything to come between us, but with Laura it didn't feel that way. At least I didn't think so at the time. I don't think I was jealous of her. But then was is she going so far out of her way to reassure me about that, even offering to let me suck her own husband's cock, as if that would somehow make the whole thing... fair, and even.

I shake my head just a little. "Thanks Laura, I appreciate your offer, I really do, and Derek has a lovely cock, but I don't know, Heath is ok with men pissing on me, but I don't know about more than that." She seemed to offer it so easily I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but I couldn't imagine it feeling the same for us if I was to do things like Laura does with other men, even with her man. "But I'm not mad about you sucking his cock, it just felt like you're my best friend, my sister, and it was the most natural thing in the world, and Heath's cock is so beautiful, I can't blame you for wanting to feel him in your mouth either. I know, I'm very lucky to have his cock inside me." I close my eyes, imagining the feeling of you inside me, thrusting so hard, pissing in me,closer than two people can possibly be without becoming one.

While I answer, trying to focus on my words, Laura makes it difficult for me to concentrate soaping me, her hands working gently, lifting my arms, bending my knee, her hands going everywhere. Really, everywhere. Her hands are on my breasts as I finish, and I can feel how hard she's made my nipples, and I know she must feel it too, but it's ok, we're piss sisters and it's all right. I feel my cheeks flare hot as she compliments my breasts. A lot of the time I feel kind of embarrassed they're not bigger, flashier, sexier, but Laura sounds completely believable and not just making things up, comparing my looks to Anne Hatheway, which just makes me raise my eyebrows and shake my head like that's impossible, even as I can't hide the little smile at the possibility of it, that I'd really that pretty. I shrug. Maybe. I'm pretty enough for you, or so it seems at least based on how often and how hard you fuck me. Maybe it's possible.

My breath is coming a little hotter as she seems to focus on cleaning my breasts way more than even the amount of pissing you did on them would justify, and I turn my head to look in her eyes, and I see something in her look that makes me turn to her fully, still looking in her eyes. She leans in and I don't pull back. My eyes close and my lips open with a mind of their own as the hot water pounds my shoulder and back, and her warm breath plays across my lips just before touching them with her own. It's a soft kiss, tender. Not the kind of kiss that announces a plan to conquer and fuck into oblivion, wonderful as that can be too, but one that nibbles and teases, an invitation to play.

I feel her hand sliding down my wet torso, over my flat belly, finding my shaved sex. My own hands rise just a little at my side, but I don't do anything to stop her or break the kiss, just kissing her back, letting one hand rest on her wet hip as she starts to stroke me. Her finger knows exactly what I need, the motion around my clit, so very wet and slippery after soaping my breasts, and matching the rhythm starting in my hips perfectly.

I love her whisper against my lips as I groan under her insistent touch. She whispers of us being meant to be together, sisters only finding each other after childhood was already over, sharing what grown women can. She kisses and whispers sweetly to me, then kisses and whispers some more, playing me like an instrument, plucking my strings and then singing to my growing desire. I feel myself responding, even after everything we already did outside, and I kiss her back at the image of this amazing friend with a dildo, fucking me. I think of you looking on, your cock in my mouth, maybe pissing on me while she takes me. I can't shake the idea, the possibility you might be ok with it and I shudder, whispering back into her own kiss, just the word "yes" all I can muster, over and over.

I groan, a little frustrated as she turns me around under the hot spray, water running down my face and torso. She tells me something about what you like and asks me if I've done it but I don't know what she's talking about. Then I feel her hands at my bottom spreading my cheeks. I tense up a little, but she just kisses the length of my back, relaxing me, and then does it again, until I let her do it without a reaction. I feel her lips and nibbling the small of my back, then licking the very top of my rear end, and then her nose between my cheeks her hands hold open. She moves lower and her tongue sticks out and I gasp, my body going taut at the sensation of what she's doing, and more so where she'd doing it. "Ohhhh, not there, that's..." It feels so wrong, but she does it with suck love and conviction that I don't stop her, her tongue swirling at my back entrance, probing ever so gently into the tightness.

The thoughts of her with the dildo, of the two of you working together on me, keep my mind on a high flame, and even the shame of having her tongue probing into my bottom, the little discomfort of it but such soft wet licking, it all has my body writhing. A hand goes to my nipple, and another goes behind me, touching her face, her cheek, as she just keeps doing it. Laura seems to enjoy it more the more I moan, as I get carried away with my thoughts, my body reacting as if she were still stroking my clit. I really wish she were licking me there, but it doesn't seem to matter as I'm so far gone I can feel my brain shrinking down with a familiar impending explosion of pleasure.

I groan, embarrassed at what's happening to me. She's not even doing anything sexual to me, just licking at my bottom. I'm so confused at my body's strange reaction, like after everything that's happened to me recently my body can't even tell the difference what's being done to it anymore. Then Laura let's go of my bottom with one hand, her hand reaching around my wet, thrusting hip to stroke my bare throbbing clit. My hips are grinding as if you were fucking me, and just that thought sets me off like a firecracker. I'm coming and bucking with her hands holding my bottom, her tongue not stopping, making me feel her shameful tight intrusion with every cry of pleasure I can't hold back.

After my body's writhing pleasure slows, her hands slowly rise on my torso, caressing my belly, my breasts again, touching my shoulders and neck, making me feel so good with her. I twist at the waist, and turn my neck as far as I can for her, one hand reaching around to touch her too, and she leans forward, bringing her lips to mine, and we kiss, the warm glow of the pleasure she gave me still making me tremble in her tight wet embrace under the shower head.

I whisper back to her, still kissing between every other word, "I give you? You are the most generous soul... so much like Heath, I'm so lucky to have a man like him and a friend like you." I kiss her deeper, and finally we separate just a little bit, catching our breath and smiling at each other kind of giddily as the last of the soap runs from our shining bodies. I give her a little look, like maybe I could do something for her,feeling adventurous and grateful, but also wondering about you.

Laura laughs and turns the water off, breaking the spell and drying me off with a towel instead. My turn to dry her, the two of us still naked, and I rub her with gratitude and tender care, wanting to make her feel good too, to feel like she's not just always taking care of me in this friendship.

I giggle at her joke about heath thinking we drowned. "I do a lot of swimming so he shouldn't be too worried, but yeah, I'm ready. Thanks Laura, you're such a good friend." It feels like a privilege for me to all a woman like her my friend, something I never would have imagined such a short time ago, my life being rediscovered every day as something new and unexpected. I give her a kiss, tender and sisterly this time. "Let's get dressed. I brought an outfit so Heath and I could go out and celebrate tonight. Now that you were in the film too, maybe you and Derek want to join us?" I hadn't asked you if it was ok to invite her, but I feel sure it would be ok. You and I will have time alone soon enough to replay the events of the day together on our own, to figure out what they mean to just the two of us. But the thought of having friends to share this with seems so appealing too.

I slip into a fresh pair of panties, pink and low cut, the lowest I have, so you can pretty much tell I shaved this morning without even having to take them off. I add the short skirt, the dark one that's tight around my thighs and shows off my bottom in an almost lady-like way but also just a little bit slutty, like men should want to look at me but feel embarrassed having done so. That and a lacy little bra, more to complete the ensemble with the blouse I chose and to give you something to remove from me later than for actual support. Then a short sleeved blouse see through enough I'm sure you'll be able to make out me bare tummy underneath and part of the reason I chose my prettiest bra.

Laura and I admire each other, and fuss over our hair in the mirror for a bit. I add some lipstick and we share a little perfume Laura had with her. I'm sure we showered off all of your piss but somehow having a prettier scent seems just appropriate for dinner. Then I slip into the last piece, the pink heels I'd never worn in public before. Laura says they look slutty hot, which I think she means as a compliment, and I think about the fact only you and I really know about the shoes.

I walk slowly to the bathroom's door in the heels, and Laura follows me out. I turn to her just before I open it and she's smiling too. I give her a kiss and then we come out, and I close the gap between us as fast as I can in the heels and fall into your arms, kissing you. "You were so wonderful Heath. If you ever decide to quit your real job, I would want you in every movie I ever make, with your mask off so I could kiss you and touch your hair. And my only worry would be that every girl that watches porn with her boyfriend would want you too, so I'd just have to work harder to keep you all to myself."

Laura stands right behind me and I step back, letting you get a look at me, at both of us. "I, I though maybe we could go out to celebrate. Since Laura was in the film too, would you mind if we had company? Maybe Derek too if he's free? Just for dinner." Couple friends. That's what you have when you're married. And what I want to do for you after dinner, just the two of us, seems too obvious to need mention.
 
I look at you as you dry me after our shower, I really do see you as a sister, the sister I never had, of course it is all this piss porn stuff that has brought us together, or urophilia to give it it's proper name, I am rather torn within. I know more about this then you do, you poor girl, you have been manipulated so Heath can pay off his debt. I don't think Heath ever intended to get you involved in the world of pornography but he has done that anyway. His intentions are really not the point. Besides, his intentions were to get you to drink piss as a party game. I suspect as he is engaged to you that his feelings for you are genuine and this and only this is what still stops me from telling you everything, you both seem very happy with each other. By the sounds of it though he has created a monster in the shape of Annie Pisswhore, you do seem to really like doing this, it has given you a sense of identity and individualism that you sorely lacked before hand. Perhaps this is your way of telling everyone who has ever put you down or had low expectations of you to fuck off.

Of course doing this via debasing yourself is questionable, and you are as per your own admission aware that you are debasing yourself. I am still thinking about what you said about Heath saying that he is ok with you having other men piss in your mouth but not sure how he would feel about you sucking their cocks. I had to hold back a giggle with that one, I mean wouldn't a cock in the mouth be better, more normal than urine?

I wonder how my life would have turned out if I met 'the one' before I started doing films, would I have still ended up as Laura the piss drinking porn star? Would my man have encouraged me to go through with something that as much as I wanted to do it, knew that I would also be humiliating myself, marking myself for life, I mean how could I go to college? Surely most college boys would know who I am, how could I sit in class while boys look at me, probably even watching my films on their phones, I wonder about your studies, your future. Your marriage and whether it is even going to happen if you decide to keep it up with the movies, movies that will get you deeper and deeper in as they go along, once one stunt is done, the audience wants more the next time around.

You start talking about a celebratory dinner, all innocent and cookie cutter-esque, no idea that the world is eating you up one mouthful at a time.

"Oh of course, Derek is out of town but I would love to join you two, if Heath doesn't mind of course, I think it would be a great way to spend the night" I want to spend more time with you, I enjoy your company and I want to make sure Heath doesn't manipulate you too badly, you need someone on your side, and I am the only one you have.

"You look sexy too baby, I think you should worry that I might give Heath a show later, you know, do to you in front of him what we do in the shower" I say to you with a cheeky grin.

Back outside, Heath waits for the two women to finish.

I text Carlos to tell him that everything will happen soon, that I will pay the debt, he texts back that he is looking forward to it. I wait and wonder if you two have drowned in there or washed down the drain or something, it has been a while, Martin and Bill have left, I ask about whether I need to lock anything up and he tells me a security guard will be around soon to do that.

Finally you two emerge, looking beautiful, two women who I have had my cock inside, that I have used as a urinal, once again it is all too much, crazy times for sure. These types of things don't happen to me. I look at Laura, she has a strange expression on her face, I get a chill, I know she likes you and would not like the game I am playing here, still unless she wants to really hurt you, she will most likely not tell you anything, besides she is getting paid, anything she says will lose credibility once she is exposed as being a paid friend. I take a breath and look at you, so beautiful and sweet.

You come up to me and say that if I ever want to quit my real job and join her as a porn star that I should do so, you make a comment that girls who see me will want me as much as you do. I almost cry, only you could make porn sound romantic and sweet.

Then you tell me that Laura is joining us for dinner, "Oh ok, well why not, makes sense and all of course" I tell you as she smiles knowingly at me. We leave the place just as the fat guard comes around, he grins at you two, he knows exactly what has happened in here and has probably already seen some of the film.

We drive off and go to our favorite Italian restaurant, Laura sits down and looks at us, I feel she is about to give the game away and then congratulates us on our first porn film, she is speaking discreetly, hushed tones so I don't mind, I look around, we look like everyone else, I feel the same way I felt when I lost my virginity, like the whole world could tell I did something naughty. Of course, no one notices or cares.

Laura tells us about her first film, how it was in a dingy place as well and two guys took it in turns to film and piss on her, then cum on her face, it was all very sordid she says, and says that although Martin's efforts are crude there is far worse out there.

"So Annie" she starts, "What were or are you studying in college and do you think you will go back again? I just know that when the film is released you will be in demand from all the best directors and producers" she asks smiling as our entree's arrive.

The waitress leaves not realizing that the film Laura is referring to is a porn film, a perverted and debased porn film at that.

Then after you answer Laura turns to me.

"Heath, was that the first time you had your arse licked?" she asks me.

"Ummm.. yeah it was, I mean I have seen it in porn before but I have never actually had it done to me, I never mentioned it Annie, I mean you were doing the piss thing for me and all" I say squeezing your hand.

I can see that Laura has become the double agent.

(Laura) I can see Heath starting to squirm and I like it, he has had too many things his own way, perhaps because Annie is so keen to please he has been able to attain what he wants far too easily, in fact he has most likely exceeded his own expectations, Annie has volunteered to do things that I don't Heath is really pleased about but is going through with due to knowing that he is the antagonist in all of this.

I could see in his face after we left the showers that he knew I was starting to have doubts about my role in all of this, that I had fallen for his fiancee, and I am in love with her but it is a rather odd big sister type of love, ok so we make love, but don't sisters do that sometimes? Of course I know they don't, but piss sisters is different to blood sisters, we share an amber bond that cannot be broken.

My phone goes off, I pick it up and read the message.

"Hey guys, Derek just texted, he's coming home soon, he will join us back at the apartment later on, isn't that great! You will come with me after dinner and all I hope for coffee and cake?!" I ask knowing that Annie will say yes and Heath will have no choice but to comply.
 
You agree to Laura joining us for dinner and Laura and I grin at each other and then I hug you, smiling up at you. Footsteps at the door attract my attention for a second and it's an overweight security guard. "We're on our way out, sorry to hold you up," I tell him, still smiling. He doesn't really respond, just raises an eyebrow like he knows what we've been doing and he's doing us some huge favor by not mentioning it. Is this the price of fame? This particular kind of fame? But with your hand in mine, walking out to the car together, Laura at my other side, everything feels fine and I don't worry about what an underpaid security guard thinks of us.

You and I discuss the restaurant, almost not needing words but a kind of shorthand between us, referring to conversations and events we associate with the places we've eaten more than the names of the places themselves, and for a special night like this of course we end up at the Italian restaurant where the old couple had thought I was that actress, "that cute one... what's her name... the Princess with the sweet eyes and the hot figure," as the man put it before his wife had wacked him with a napkin. Laura chimes in her approval from the backseat once we explain what it means, game for anything.

The wait for a table is brief, just time enough for me to slip into the ladies room for a moment to freshen up and make extra sure there's no odor of piss still on me, washing my hands and arms and taking a dampened paper towel to my neck and face. I look at myself in the mirror, thinking about everything I've done and how happy you and I are now, what it feels like to have you hold my hand on this great adventure of ours, sharing so much, and I smile. And I can see it, Anne Hatheway, enough of a resemblance the old guy wasn't so crazy. I turn a little, looking at my figure, slender but curvy, proud of my exercise, and think maybe his wife wasn't crazy to smack him either.

As I come out feeling fresher and more secure with the happiness I wasn't sure it was ok to feel after an afternoon spent having my man pee on me in front of a camera, I see the two of you following the maitre D' to the table. It's a square table near the back, the table cloth and silver looking just perfect, the lighting dim and far enough from the kitchen the mood remains intact.

I sit at the corner next to you and Laura picks the seat on my other side, facing you. Laura looks like she has some secret, and years of chick flicks have me ready for her to announce she's pregnant or something like that, but she takes my hand and smiles the brightest smile, the one that makes her such a star, and congratulates the both of us, squeezing my hand a little extra as she says how proud she is of our first film and thanking us for letting her be a part of it.

I look at you, and we both nod, smiling, and I thank her for being a part of it too. In my mind, even though we are using such careful terms in the tightly packed restaurant, I can see the highlights playing in my head of what her part was, kneeling with me to receive your piss, sucking you tag team style together. That's not to mention the part in the shower that wasn't technically part of the film but felt like an inseparable part of the experience. I glance at you, realizing you don't know about it, and feel a little guilty inside, and I resolve to tell you as soon as we're alone together later. I don't want secrets to come between us, to ruin how perfect everything is.

Laura draws my attention back with her words, her hand still on mine, and her stories about her first film seem aimed at me, at reassuring me my worries about how cheap or awful or degrading my first was really were misplaced, that it could have been so much worse. I smile, appreciating her concern for my feelings, even as my eyes glance around nervously making sure no one nearby seems to disturbed by the words coming from Laura like "piss" and "cum". Her words kind of reassure me, but also make me anxious about my future. There are far worse out there than Martin.

Laura adeptly steers the conversation into safer waters, though, glancing at you as if you'd given her a look. She asks me about my education, apparently already knowing I'm dropping out this year, and I look at you, assuming you must have told her in a separate conversation. "Well, I guess yeah, you must have heard with the engagement and now... well, this new... opportunity, I didn't feel I could focus on school this semester. I didn't have an official major yet, but Dad wanted me to study accounting so I could take over the books at the restaurant and eventually, well... I don't know. I want to go back. I'd like to be a college graduate I think, but I'm just not ready yet. I want to study something else this semester." I beam at you and lean into you. "But next semester I'll be back, I'm positive. Maybe I'll study film instead of accounting, I don't know anymore. My life feels so up in the air at the moment, like anything is possible."

The food arrives and I dig into my fish. Your pasta looks so delicious I want to ask to taste a little, but I ordered the fish thinking about my figure and the possibility of more films, and wanting to fit into a gorgeous wedding dress for you. Both really. I stick to the fish and some salad, and enjoy the smell and sight of you enjoying your food as much as my own.

"Laura, did you mean it about the best producers and directors? I mean, you're so kind to me, maybe you're just trying to reassure me, but... I think I want to make more films." I look at you, thinking about the way you look at me, the life we have together. I think about her earlier words, "far worse out there than Martin," but I can't help feeling I'd do whatever it takes to just have more of what we already have. If it could only be with higher class productions, people who saw the dignity and beauty in this deeper kind of love, I would feel so much better.

Laura just smiles at me so warmly its like my question doesn't even need an answer and turns to you instead, asking if you'd ever had your ass licked like that before, and both of my eyebrows rise as I turn to you. Was that what she did to you... the same thing she... my face is burning bright, even as you seem to be a little sheepish in answering, as if you feel a little guilty for her having done that, but I feel far more guilty for letting you think you were the only one, and not telling you right away. I don't want this secret between us, especially with the considerate way you explain that you'd never mentioned it to me, as if I deserved so much. I just glance at my plate and the half eaten fish, and put my fork down as you squeeze my hand.

Thankfully, the moment is broken by the sound of Laura's phone going off. While she's reading and texting, I lean in close to you and whisper. "Heath, darling, I... I'm sorry, I don't want there to be any secrets between us. You looked so nervous about what Laura did for you, like you thought maybe I was judging you, or jealous or something. Nothing could be farther from the truth." I swallow and look at Laura still on the phone with her husband. "When Laura and I were in the shower, she kind of, well, you know, we were washing together and things maybe got a little... uh, out of control, you know? I was feeling a little vulnerable and she was so supportive and one thing led to another, but... she, uh, she did that to me too, so, so, uh, please don't feel guilty. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it to be a secret from you, I just didn't get the chance to tell you yet. Please don't be mad. If you want me never to touch Laura again, I won't, on film or otherwise. It's completely your call. You don't have to worry about me being a lesbian and running off or something, it's not like that at all, it's just a... a piss sister kind of thing, if that makes sense."

Laura pipes up with new information before you can say anything, and I hold your hand, a little nervous, wanting you so badly to be ok with all that I confessed, for everything to stay perfect, and never change.

Derek is going to be free, and Laura has invited us to her place for coffee and dessert. I look at you, scanning your face for how you feel about this. "I... that sounds so lovely Laura. I don't know about dessert, of course though." I glance meaningfully at my picked over plate. "I have to watch my figure if I want to draw the interest of those better producers and directors you mentioned. I'd love to go, but Heath, do you have to go to work in the morning? Should we call it an early night so you can get some sleep? You must be exhausted darling." Is it concern for you? Why I'm hesitating to go to Laura's, I can't quite understand. Maybe it's the feeling of just having dumped something on you that you might be so upset about we might need to talk about it, because our relationship always comes before anything else for me. Or maybe it's that stupid image of Laura's, of me sucking her husband's cock, which shouldn't really matter to me since you'd never go for it I'm sure. And I'm not even attracted to him so I shouldn't even be thinking about it. "It's ok with me. But it's up to Heath. I want to make sure he... get's a chance to rest after such a... an afternoon. It felt strenuous, more mentally than physically, but you must be exhausted, right honey?"
 
"That security guard when we left, you will have to get used to that too Princess, men who think that because you make a living getting naked and maybe being fucked that you are something that can look down on, that they are better than you even though they want to fuck you themselves, it is hard at times" Laura explains referring to the guard who locked up the studio after leaving.

"Yes, I think it would be hard, I feel somewhat guilty for wearing a mask, then again, I also feel like I was just a prop really, all eyes will be on Annie and yourself no doubt, my cock was just something that was used" I start to explain and try to express my own feelings regarding the film and my own debut in the porn industry masked or not.

Laura nods, "You will probably find Heath that for a lot of the shots your cock will be the only thing on screen anyway, men who watch these films don't want to see too much of the man, they want to imagine themselves in your place, imagine themselves pissing and fucking Annie, they are the ones who still mostly pay to see the films so that is what the directors cater to, although there are also lots more female orientated porn coming out, being produced by women" she finishes explaining, she is the expert of course and I can only put forward my own personal experiences and feelings on the matter, I just nod in agreement.

I start to talk again, "I am conflicted in regards to your education Annie, I would like you to finish your degree of course, but then again, if there is a lot of money to made by doing this then college will always be there, sometimes I think college is so over valued in our society, just a big way to suck a lot of money out of people for a long time to come" I state my case, I am conflicted, I am not sure how you would go on campus, most college age boys would watch a lot of porn, I am sure they would end up seeing your clips, your debut film, then what, I am very uncertain of how you would react to be recognized by people you would have to deal with on a daily basis, people who may not be all that flattering in their opinions of what you do.

"Heath makes a good point Annie, I mean yes college and education is important, but the money to be made in porn is now, not tomorrow or when you finish your degree. You have a look that sells and is not that common in porn sis, you have that whole girl next door thing happening, that sweet Anne Hathaway look, that look that men like to see do depraved things, the whole blonde bimbo with fake tits crap has been over done and is not that popular anymore, now days people want to see the woman who works in the bakery or bank down the road suck cock and get plastered with cum, that is what sells now, reality" she sips her wine and explains further, I look around and no one seems to be over hearing our conversation.

You mention wanting to make more films, to keep doing this, "Yes I meant it honey, better directors, better producers and maybe even some scripts where you get to talk a little! I mean the scripts will be lame of course just poor excuses to have to have sex or be pissed on, but that is the point too of course, it is supposed to be fun you know. Supposed to be a way to fill out the film a little you know" she says winking at you.

I sit there and wonder in silence, would all these films be with me? Would you decide that you are ready to have sex with others on cam? You already shocked me that night at the party when you decided to be chained to the toilet and have dozens of men piss on you, would you also decide to want to have sex with other men as well, it seemed that every day you pushed the boundaries a little further each time and I, due to my damn bet had to play a long with it as if it was ok, and to be honest, it really wasn't that ok, I am not like this, not in my real life, simply a persona I had to take on to get through in one piece quite literally as well!

My thoughts are interrupted by Laura once again, she asks me how I felt having my arse licked and I go on to explain that although I had seen it before in porn, it is not something I ever had experienced, I squeeze your hand feeling a little guilty for exploring something without you, but then I had little choice, I couldn't exactly yell cut during filming and get her to stop, it did feel good too I have to admit. It felt like yet another form of debasement on the part of the woman, on her knees her tongue up my arse, quite humiliating by any ones standards I would think, you squeeze my hand and it looks like you are about to tell me something, something of great importance.

Laura's phone goes off, she receives a text message and tells us it is from Derek her husband, she starts to tell us that he is back early, and the proceeds to start texting him in return. She pipes up again and says we are both invited to join her and her husband for dessert and coffee at her apartment, before we can answer she gets another text message and excuses herself for a few moments leaving the table to talk to Derek.

You look at me red faced and I expect the worst, I have finally pushed it too far, except that, I haven't Laura did, but all of this has happened because of me, so ultimately it is my fault, all because of me, I have now had another woman suck my cock and lick my arse, and you are now a porn star, from confused and muddled beginnings.

Just as I expect to be admonished from you, you start to almost break down, your voice sullen and guilty sounding, you tell me that in the showers, in the showers you and Laura were sexual, I expected as much to be honest, you two were in there a long time together, longer than what it would take to talk about porn films, especially if you are as truly happy about it all as you say you are, I look at you and strangely enough I am not upset or jealous, maybe because Laura is a woman, maybe because she helped you get through it all, better than I could anyway, maybe because really, you having sexual relations with a woman in private is the least abnormal thing you have done recently. It is most likely this last point that takes the edge of the news, I squeeze your hand and smile.

I look around, the other diners busy in their own worlds and conversations anything we say just mixes with the cacophony of the intermingled discussions, I imagine for a second that our world of piss porn and depraved sex sitting next to discussions of school reports and work meetings.

"It's ok Annie, I suspected something may have happened between you two in the showers, you were gone a while, did you enjoy it? Being with her I mean? I have never met a woman who has been with a woman before, it is rather fascinating. I think as you and Laura are sisters and all that if you want to, you should have sex with her again, I don't want to take that away from you, the films are up to you baby, you should do what you feel is right, I don't own you and pretty soon you might have more money than I do anyway, you will probably kick me out!" I say laughing, hoping to lighten the mood a little.

"I don't want you to feel guilty about that baby, if you liked it than that is a good thing" I add.

"Are you ok to go to Laura's for dessert and coffee?" I ask, I am still wondering what Laura's game is and I want to keep her closer rather than further away.

She returns to the table and apologizes for the departure, "So dessert at my place?" she asks with a smile.
 
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