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Anne in training (skittish_butterfly & littlerooster)

I feel such relief that you're ok with what happened between me and Laura, that you understand what it's like for us. I kiss you and squeeze your hand and smile at your joke. "I'd never kick you out, Honey, who would...." my voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper as I glance around briefly making sure no one seems to be listening especially to us, "well, who would, you know, give me what I need, shall I say?" I rest my hand on your thigh, so innocently and yet feeling very close to you, as Laura pulls her chair back in.

My thoughts dance with relief from the worry and guilt I hadn't shared something important with you, finding you all but suspected it already anyway and understood freeing my mind to gnaw on other issues.

...Like whether I would ever go back to school again, whether it even mattered to me anymore? I kept saying I would, but was that just part of the old Anne, the part that needed approval from my dad or a teacher or a slip of paper from a University to tell me I mattered. I don't need any of that anymore. I have you. Maybe I'm just more mature, more grown up, more independent, except for needing you of course which is a good thing. I can put school on hold. If I go back it will only be because I want to know something specific, not because I want the words "college graduate" attached to my name like some sort of validation. I'll have the words "Heath's wife" to do that for me instead, and that means so much more.

...Like if I want to make movies and money and be famous in some warped little way. What would happen if everyone who knew me found out? What would happen if people who saw me everywhere knew what you do to me, knew I volunteer for it, on camera? Would this become my whole life? Would that even bother me? I feel so good, sitting between you and Laura, that I think I might not mind at all, not so long as you're with me. It might be inconvenient, but I've never felt more special and more alive than during this whirlwind time with you, and I can't imagine pulling back and going back to what I used to be, how I used to feel.

...Like whether I want to go to dessert with Laura. My anxiety about that seems lessened, now that you were so understanding about me and her. And the fact that Derek is going to be there doesn't have to make me nervous, not now that I feel so in synch with you again.

"Sure, Laura, we'd love to come. I don't think we can make it a late night, but shooting our first movie together, the three of us, that's something special." It's not that I want to get to sleep so early, it's just that if there's going to be a late night, I want that part spent with you. But a little coffee and cake first that wouldn't be so bad. I take another nibble of my half eaten fish but I don't want to eat anymore. A few sips of my water, but I'm not actually that thirsty, and instead I push my glass over to you with a little smile. "I think I'm done."
 
You reassure me and put your hand on my thigh, reassuring me that you would not leave me, that the very thought of leaving me is out of the question for you. I smile at you and Laura returns to the table, taking her place back at her chair.

Almost on cue after all the discussions of being recognized and how you would deal with it a diner comes up and asks Laura if she would sign his note book, he says he is a big fan of hers and is very discreet, discreet as much for his sake as he is for Laura's I would suspect, she smiles at him and happily signs his note book 'Laura Lavatory xxxx' he thanks her for the signature and leaves very happy after his brush with fame.

"It happens sometimes Annie, people, well men usually will come up and ask for autographs, or photos, mostly it is fine, sometimes they can be sleazy or weird, but not usually." she explains to you.

She asks if we will go to her place and you happily accept, specifying that it may not be a late night, and you push your plate aside saying you have eaten enough of it, it is only half eaten, Laura does the same with her pasta, also only half eaten and I look down at my plate, a mere T Bone left lying on it, all the flesh devoured, the vegetables and chips that came with it gone and even the gravy mopped up with a bread roll.

"I can see why you two are thin and I am putting on weight" I say as we get up and go to her apartment, the first time we were there she drank her husbands piss right in front of us, having him fill the glass directly and all. I wonder what is in store for us this time.

We arrive and Laura lets us in, Derek greets us and we sit down on some couches, Laura tells Derek about the porn film, how well you did for your first time and how she got involved not being able to control herself, she explains how she sucked my cock and licked my arse, Derek is unmoved, not in a pretending to be cool about it kind of way but a genuinely unmoved heard it a million times before and I know what you are like and I accept it kind of way.

I wonder if I could deal with that, you telling me that you sucked off some guy, I wonder what that would be like to hear. She doesn't tell you about what you two got up to in the shower, possibly because it wasn't on film and he would never see it, therefore it never happened, male kind of logic I think to myself.

Soon enough Derek gets up and comes back with a bottle of champagne, he pops it and Laura gives us some glasses, he pours for himself and me and the Laura looks at him and says "You know what I want baby" and holds the glass while he unzips himself and fills it up, once it is filled she licks the tip of it and even sucks the head a little.

"Mmmm straight from the source, the best way don't you think Annie?" she asks, "Champagne for you Annie or Heath's champagne, I would like to make a toast so you need something in there" she smiles.
 
You stand up, essentially drawing the meal to a close, and joking about how much you ate compared to us. I look at you from in my seat and touch you lightly with one hand before getting up myself. "You're supposed to be heavier than us, my sexy fiancee. You need your strength for..." I look around as I'm standing up next to you now, holding your hand to walk out. "Well, you know."

We walk out and I let myself bump up against you every couple steps, just enjoying the contact with you. Laura leaves in her own car and we agree to follow, although she ends up taking off before we can even get settled in the car. I want to call her and tell her to wait for us, but you reassure me not to worry, you remember where she lives and how to get there, so I put the phone down and buckle up, a little nervous because I really don't remember at all. Fortunately you're driving and not me and soon enough we're there, hunting for a non-resident parking spot, and then we walk together, stride for stride, hand in hand, to her door.

Laura answers the door at our knock like some model of a Good Housekeeping hostess, gracious and smiling and ushering us in, so it's hard to imagine she is famous for acting in porn movies and not her own cooking show. You and I follow her to the den where Derek is already happily and comfortably ensconced, waving to us with a little smile. The house is totally familiar, and the events of just several nights before comes rushing back, the champagne glasses filled with pee, and all it's now led to. I smile back to Derek. Good times.

There is some light chat about the movie, about Laura joining us, but sitting next to you, my leg pressed up against yours and leaning in to your shoulder, I'm only paying light attention to the stories I've already experienced and heard, no surprise to me now. Derek doesn't seem surprised or impressed much either by Laura's recap of the day's activities, like she was just home from school and talking about her math homework instead of my first porn shoot and having his wife suck your cock on camera.

My misgivings about his nonplussed reaction seem premature though as he gets up and comes back with some champagne and, once again, the glasses. I wonder if he washes them two or three times after each use, or maybe if he doesn't care and other guests don't know. Still, his eyes shine with warm pride as he pops open the bottle, even if his mouth is still more or less a straight line, and I can't help wondering what it takes to impress him.

You hold out your glass, getting filled right after Derek. Laura though stops Derek, more like it's their little ritual that she should ask for it because in reality it seems like he could have just pissed in her glass without even asking and it would have been the most normal thing in the world.

Once Derek zips his cock back in his pants with Laura's glass topped up, Laura's focus turns to me, reminding me I'm her piss sister. I look at you, a little smile on my lips, feeling the heat return to my body as things suddenly feel just a little more real in the room. "Honey, would you please?" As you unzip, I wonder if at some point we'll end up at home like this too, with you pissing in my cup at every meal. I have no idea if it's even a real thought but the weird little momentary fantasy gets me very turned on as I watch you piss in the champagne cup I hold in front of your cock. I feel it warming against my fingers as you zip up, and then I lift the cup in the air to the center of our little group of four.

"I know you want to toast, Laura, but can I get us started with just a little one before yours? We could always refill if we had to." She doesn't seem to mind, actually smiling even a little wider and looking at Derek like saying silently "see I told you."

I look in your eyes as I hold my glass up. "To liquid gold, and love itself, may they always keep us together, those of us who give it, and those of us who receive it, neither whole alone."
 
I wonder if you will suck my cock like Laura did Derek's but you are obviously still a little shy for that and I don't push it, it really doesn't matter how many fiancee's get to fill their woman's glass with piss and watch her drink it. I zip myself up after filling it and you make your toast.

"To liquid gold, and love itself, may they always keep us together, those of us who give it, and those of us who receive it, neither whole alone." you say and we raise our glasses chinking them and Derek and I drink our champagne while you and Laura drink our urine.

"Can you get drunk on piss?!" Laura exclaims as we all laugh at her comment.

"Of course I don't mind you making the toast baby, or the first toast anyway" she winks at you and guzzles Derek's pee as if it were lemonade, not even wincing at the thought of the fact it is his waste fluid. He looks at her with love, like she has just done the ultimate act of love for him. In some ways it would have to be up there, but I think I would prefer if my woman didn't suck other men's cocks!

I watch as you swallow me down just as fast as Laura swallows down Derek and then he refills my glass and unzips himself to refill Laura's, I look at your glass and without being told this time, I unzip again and give you more managing to fill the glass 3/4 of the way.

"Looks like I am a little low baby, I am sure more champagne will help for later on though" I smirk at you.

Laura giggles and raises her glass, "Now for my toast, may Annie and me always be piss sisters who share everything forever!" she says and I wonder what she means by that, is she going to expect you to suck Derek's cock at some point or does she want to keep fucking you without having to wait for a porn film to do it in. I raise my glass and toast it anyway even though it is a little perturbing to me at the same time.

"I can't wait to show you the film Derek, it will be so brillant, I just know it" she says to Derek, and all of a sudden I realize that Derek will see you having sex with me, will see you sucking my cock, it seems more invasive than the idea of strangers watching you, it seems more personal, I am once again challenged by all of this.

I squeeze your hand to show you some support but I realize that you are not in the least shocked or upset by this idea, you seem to be a proud porn star and I start to wonder if you were always like this, a sleeping slut so to speak, a slut just waiting for the right time and moment to wake up and be who you truly are.

Laura talks about how she got into porn, her first films, I ask her why she decided to get into it all and she just says that she always loved sex and loves doing crazy sexual stuff and thought she may as well get paid for it. It seems simple to me, maybe too simple but maybe that is how some people are, just very simple, doing their own thing and that is it.

"And Annie, how did you feel being fucked on camera like that?" she asks you as we all turn to hear and see your response.
 
Laura jokes about getting drunk on piss and we all laugh, but I know what she means. I feel giddy, light headed, like anything is possible. How many women in the world share something like this with their man? We are rare, special people to share this gift with each other. It's as if we are capable of more than the average woman, like so many rules about being normal and being afraid of things just don't bother us, don't apply to us. We are bold.

Laura seems even bolder than me. My mind still sees the image of her giving her husband's cock a quick suck after filling her glass, even here in this intimate setting with close friends, not a camera in sight, not shy about it one bit like me. And she doesn't just drink her husband's pee like I do, she revels in it, she loves it. I know I still wince a little at the taste of your piss, and I can smell even from here that Derek's is no less potent than yours, and yet it doesn't bother Laura at all. I take another sip while she gulps hers down, and I try to imagine it really is champagne, wanting to train myself to take your urine the way Laura does, to live up to her example. She is amazing and I want you to think I'm amazing too, not just special, but amazing. I think of all the things she makes seem so easy compared to me. I do feel special, but I want even more. I want to be perfect for you, like Laura.

After a few sips of your piss in my glass, I see Laura is completely done, putting her glass down with a satisfied little smile, her lips wet, a yellow mustache so to speak. I look at you looking at her, and then at my glass, still nearly full. Then I take not a sip but a big swallow, and then another. This is champagne, i tell myself, this is champagne, and I take another deep swallow. I try to find a sparkle for my eyes as I drink and drink and look at you. It tastes so strong, so overpowering my nose can smell nothing else, and yet I force myself to look to you like it's the best champagne in the world. Your piss is my champagne, I repeat over and over in my head, trying to train myself to taste it that way, hoping it will get easier if I just believe it hard enough, repeat it to myself enough times.

Finally I set my glass empty next to Laura's and resist the urge to wipe the little shine of piss from my upper lip even though the smell of it keeps the taste of piss fresh in my mouth on my mind. I ignore it, it's the smell of champagne, and I love it, I love it I tell myself and I smile to you, wanting to kiss you except it would be too gross and disgusting, for you to smell me up close, to taste what I taste like. I want you to love me, not be grossed out by me.

Laura and Derek refill her glass, like she truly can't get enough, and I share that feeling, wanting to show you I love you beyond measure, without limit. I look at her, the way she holds her glass like such an elegant, sexy lady while I feel like so unsure of myself, smelling like a whore right out of the gutter. I try to emulate her, to pick up the glass with slender fingers so relaxed, placed just so, as if I'm turning to the wine captain in the finest restaurant rather than basically offering myself to my fiancee as his personal urinal.

I look to you, smiling to you like Laura does although my smile feeling much shyer than hers. I will do better, I know I can, but it's the best I can manage for now. You nod and I drop to my knees to lovingly unzip you myself, trying to make you feel so loved, but you unzip yourself, as if you love me so much you don't need me to prove it. I kneel, holding my glass up to your beautiful cock and you piss for me. I watch with fascination as the piss rises in the glass, and then stops 3/4 of the way from the top.

A little disappointed moan escapes me and I look up to you with questioning eyes, wanting to show you I can drink your piss better than last time, the full glass. It's not my intention to make you feel insufficient or anything just because it turns out that's really all you had, but you seem to take it that way and I regret the little moan, the look. I need to learn to accept whatever you give me so you won't feel defensive or threatened by me, so I'll never feel any barrier between us and our love. I need to make it up to you for implying 3/4 of a cup wasn't good enough. "No don't worry love, this is perfect for now, and if you have more for me later I'll be grateful for that too." My heart aches with a need to show you it's ok, to make up for making you think I was disappointed with you. I look to Laura for the briefest second, seeing her looking at Derek with such love. I can do it. I'm special. I'm bold. Normal rules don't apply to me, to our love. It doesn't matter if our best friends are right here watching, normal people worry about things like that. I lean forward and take you in my mouth, still holding my glass warm with your piss, careful not to spill it as I gently suck you, wanting to feel you grow hard in my mouth. I don't suck you fully, not trying to make you cum, but wanting you to feel my love, to feel it throbbing in your pants when you zip up, like a certainty I am yours that you'll never forget.

I think I suck you longer than Laura sucked Derek, not out of some competitive place, but just loving the feel of you, the taste of you in my mouth. My tongue swirls around your head between strokes of my mouth, lapping up the stray drops of piss and then leaning in, taking you more fully in my mouth, the feeling of you growing hard against my tongue and cheeks and the back of my throat, feeling the heat rising in me from the familiar, glorious feeling of being on my knees in front of you, serving my fiancee. I look up at you the whole time wanting you to see how much I love this. This is special.

I leave your cock hard and throbbing and shiny with my spit and you zip yourself back up. I would have done it for you, but I'm a little grateful you did it because I always worry a little I might get you caught a little in the zipper and that would make me feel horrible. I set my glass on the table and rise in front of you on my heels and not sure I would do it without my hands free to hold your arm to steady myself.

I take my glass back, holding it lightly and easily, telling myself I am an elegant lady like Laura, looking at you with love like it really is champagne. It is. It's champagne. Annie toasts and my smile broadens even more, echoing it back to her as I clink glasses with her, two graceful women toasting over champagne. "Yes," I look to you as I repeat her wishes so happily, "piss sisters always who share everything. Forever." I emphasize the word forever as I look at you, my fiancee, my love forever. Then I drink the champagne your cock has given me, swallowing it like it is the finest vintage, no grimace at all, my eyes on you the whole time, trying to show you how much I love it. I wipe my mouth after I finish before I realize it, and wish I'd restrained myself, but still, I feel happy, pleased with myself as Laura smiles back at me with such happiness, like she's proud of me too. I feel so special and I grab your hand, pulling myself in close to you.

Laura is bragging to her husband about our film, and I feel a little uncomfortable inside with the compliments, like I always do. "Well, it's only brilliant because Laura joined us, your wife is so amazing Derek." I look at you and put my head against your chest, nestled under your arm, where I belong. I want to be like her, the star that brightens every film and every room.

We all sit down, couples together but close on adjoining corner couches, Laura and I next to each other so close we have to be careful not to bump knees or have our feet get tangled up. I turn my legs a little so my legs press into your thighs, making sure Laura has enough room as she talks about her start in porn, what it was like when she was still like me, if she was ever like me.

You ask her questions, clearly fascinated with her story, with her. It's ok, it doesn't make me jealous, well, not much at least, not really. I'm fascinated by her too so of course you would be. In my mind she's just like me, only better, so how could I be upset if she captured at least a little of your attention. Still, while she talks of her love for sex and crazy things drawing her into the life she lives, I wriggle against you just a little, not wanting you to forget about me, my shining love for you dwarfed by Laura's larger more radiant star power.

Laura turns everyone's attention to me, as if she noticed my miniscule discomfort and didn't want me to feel bad. Still, having everyone turn their attention to me as one like that, the question hanging unanswered, makes me more bashful than even a camera aimed straight at my nakedness did. I hold your hand to soothe my nerves and look up to you mostly, glancing to our friends a little but mostly to you. "Well, being fucked on camera... I... loved it I think. I love being fucked, period." I don't think to add "by you," Heath, because it's an obvious, essential truth. "Having the camera record it is like making a permanent record of it, so everyone will know for all time that I did that,that we did that, a record of our love, to make it timeless. It is timeless, but the camera proves it. I just wish, I don't know, it's just the guy behind the camera. It's like he represents the worst of the audience, the guys who will sit just staring at our love like it's something crass, like all they see is a beautiful body and they just need to jerk themselves off, using me. That's what he was like." I shudder. "But with heath there beside me... inside me... well, nothing matters, I can do anything, anything at all as long as Heath is here."

I look to Derek and Laura. "I know you too have an amazing relationship, and it doesn't bother you, Derek, what Laura does. But, well, how do you manage to do these things with other men, to do all of this without him there at your side, at least watching it all? Derek, aren't there times where you want to be there with her while she's making her films? I know, you're probably busy with business and everything, but, is it easier for you not to see it? Or is there a part of you that wants to be there while she does that?"
 
We all laugh at Laura's joke about getting drunk on piss, I try and imagine what it might be like to drink piss, I think back to just a couple of weeks ago when I offered myself as a piss rag for you and you declined, you felt that it wouldn't be right to reverse the role, as if maybe your piss wasn't good enough for me or maybe even that you didn't want to share your special status as the piss mop, I wonder if that part of you exists, the ego in you liking your special perverted status. I think about how differently I am starting to see you, maybe not as innocent anymore and if Laura sees this and wants this part of you to grow.

You sip my piss and Laura as per usual gulps her glass down as if it were water, I notice how you envy this, perhaps she is more into it than you are, perhaps she is doing it for herself and you are doing it for me, for her, for Derek, to fit in, to be someone entirely new of your own or so you think making. My cynical thoughts keep raging within me and I struggle to control them, it seems where I am tonight.

She finishes first and you start to speed up your drinking, gulping me down, Derek notices and smiles, he is as turned on by watching you as I am by watching Laura, it seems to be a man thing, never about what is on TV but what else is on, even though you are younger and prettier and Laura, she is that something else, the man within me wants something else, always something else.

I see you struggle a little with it, that turns me on as well, like when I watch some slut on a porn film choking on a cock, choking on it by her own free will, gagging and spluttering, mascara and eyeliner running and yet still sucking away, something about self enforced humiliation is hot and this is something you are doing unto yourself. I would have been ok with you drinking champagne. I wonder how much piss a person can drink before they get ill in some manner.

Derek refills Laura's glass and she is holding it like a lady should hold a glass, waiting for it to be filled with Derek's special brew, you hold yours out as well, the silent peer pressure from your piss sister too overpowering to resist. This time you get on your knees a nice touch I feel and I start to fill it up, I can only fill it so much though, I have run dry, for now at least. You look disappointed at having less of my waste to drink. You assure me that what I have given you is enough.

You then lean forward, wanting to match Laura, to be like her in every slutty depraved way, you lean forward and take my limp cock into your mouth, you suck me as I grow inside your mouth, your tongue lapping around my shaft as I stand there Laura and Derek watching, getting horny and worked up at the sight of you on your knees sucking me off a glass of hot piss still in your hand as you do it.

Your intent is not to make me cum though, it is just a tease, a show for Laura and Derek, you want to show them that you are not scared to do that, to be so depraved that you would suck your fiancee off in front of others, you have of course done far more but this is different, more intimate, it is not a show it is not for cameras, it is to show that you are not intimidated to be the whore that you are that you will suck me off anywhere and you don't care if they want to watch. It is a symbol of defiance a symbol of your bravery.

I don't recall how long Laura sucked Derek but you seem to be doing it longer, doing more than just licking me clean the way Laura did with Derek, you look up at me and look down on you, on your knees serving me, then my cock all shiny with your saliva you zip me back up and I help you to your feet again.

Laura smiles at you and does her toast, to share everything forever she says and you clink your glasses and swallow down your amber fluid quite happily as Derek and I drink our champagne once more. You look at me when the words forever come up and I know that you love me but I am starting to wonder who you are and what I have created and that despite my hopes that you may never go back to being the Annie I met when the whole bet thing is over and done with.

We sit back down and Laura raves about our film and how good you were in it and you once again look uncomfortable trying to divert attention from yourself and put it on Laura. You rest your head on my chest as we talk about your performance and Laura will not hear about you diverting attention one bit.

"Oh pissie, don't be silly, you are the star of the film, I was just there, never forget that" she says calling you pissie as if it were a badge of honour which for you two it seems to be.

You press into my thighs and Laura is on the other side of you, she rests her hand on your thigh, moving in a circular motion as we talk some more about our first porn experience.

She talks about her first time, her feelings about it all, the whole time never letting her hand leave your thigh and I start to wonder if she is in love with you.

She asks you how you felt about being fucked on camera and you look nervous due to the attention, ironic given what you have done. You give your answer and mention that the camera man made it difficult like he was the worst of the audience, you still cling to this idea that men will watch the film and somehow see that we are in love that we are engaged and even if they did see it that they would care, that it would matter to them, which of course it won't matter to them one iota, they want to see some girl get pissed on and fucked and they want to cum. It is as simple as that for them.

"I know baby, Bill is a good camera man but he is rather yucky I have to admit" Laura says to you, "maybe next time we can get a younger camera guy or a female, but maybe it was good that he was yucky, you know a yucky camera guy for your first time, so now the worst is over, you know you can still do it, not like having a nice camera guy and then the second film you get a bad one" she is rambling a little and I do wonder if she is a little drunk on Derek's piss.

You go on to talk about how you can do anything as long as I am there and I wonder how long that will last especially as you let all those men piss on you, and I wonder how much you really mean that.

You then ask Derek how he feels about Laura doing those things, if he wants to see it happen, that kind of thing. Derek thinks for a second, surprised to be the focus for a moment as it has mostly been the Laura and Annie show so far and starts to answer.

"Well Laura was doing the movies before I met her, so maybe it was different compared to your situation, I thought about coming along once but I don't think I need to see Laurie with another man you know, like it doesn't bother me and I have seen some of her films, but to be there as it is happening? I don't think I need that, I hope that makes sense for you, it is hard to explain, I am not under any delusions, I know she is sexual with others including your fiancee even if it was just a head job, but to be there, to actually see it, I think that would be too confronting" he answers, I feel a little uncomfortable, I have been with attached women before but never with one whose husband knew I was being sexual with their partner, it feels confronting that he knows that my cock has been in her mouth.

"What about you Annie? How did you feel when Laurie sucked off Heath?" he asks you.
 
I keep my eyes on Derek, trying really hard not to glance at Laura, her hand still on my bare thigh, gently stroking me so openly surely Derek must see it -- surely you must see it, but nobody says anything so I assume this must be ok, that no one minds, that I need to let go of all my old-fashioned hangups to be around amazing people like you and Laura and Derek. I'm not used to it yet and it's hard not to say anything, but I just look at Derek as he answers, noting how he barely seems to care if his wife is touching someone else either. The world feels upside down to me. And it does feel good. Her hand is so warm, and I remember the feel of her lips, the feeling of being so incredibly close to such a good friend making me almost shudder again here on the couch.

I nod at Derek's words, how knowing she'd been doing these things since before they'd met somehow makes it ok with him, not comfortable exactly, but something he can live with. I presume it means he loves her so much he couldn't stand not being with her, even if it means she is close to others too, open and naked to all the world, and Laura gives my thigh a little extra squeeze as he talks, like she's making sure I count myself in there among the partners Derek doesn't object to. I glance at you as Derek mentions you explicitly, how she gave you head and now is talking to you so calmly. I feel like a kid among grownups, you all seem so mature about this compared to me and the butterflies in my stomach.

As Derek pauses, as if trying to decide if he wants to say something else or not, my eyes are still a little wide at the thought of Laura having already been doing this before she met Derek, at her having done this all alone with no one who loved her to support her and make it meaningful. I don't know how I would have ever found this sense of purpose I feel if it weren't for you, let alone recognized it for what it was rather than something degrading and tawdry. I squeeze you, so grateful to have you here with me, and I want to give Laura a little hug of sympathy and concern for everything she must have gone through to reach this incredible place in her life, but I feel awkward with her hand on my thigh and Derek starting right at us. Still, she gives me another short caress, even higher this time, as if she can feel my little goosebumps and knows I'm thinking of her.

Derek's pause stretches out a few more seconds and then he turns it back to me, more like a challenge than when I asked him essentially the same question, or at least that's how it feels to me. How did I feel having Laura suck you off? I turn and look in your eyes, see such love there. I start my answer actually looking at you, the source of my confidence, before turning back to look at Laura and Derek. I wish Laura wasn't touching my thigh right this second, but maybe its right, the reminder of how close we are, deeper than sisters, why it felt ok.

"Well, I love Heath with all my heart, and I know I would just fall to pieces without him, so yeah, I have felt jealous in the past. I still do sometimes." I thought of the girl in the porn shop, of all the women at the party we attended, how insecure I can feel sometimes around women, knowing how they must feel about you, wanting you just like I do and worried how I could be enough or do enough to keep you for myself. The thought feels like an admission of defeat in front of Derek and Laura, but its true. "I'm not proud of it, I wish I was more mature than that. I know Heath loves me, I really do, but I'm just... sometimes I have to pinch myself to believe it's real, it feels like he could just go poof like a dream in the morning and I'd wake up back in my dad's restaurant with dead-end night classes my only hope."

Then I look right at Laura, a smile breaking out on my face. "But with Laura... your wife, I... things just feel different. She's the sister I never had. Somehow she understood me before even I did, like she and Heather are the only people in the world who really get me. When she, you know, had Heath's... uh, cock in her mouth, well, I felt like I was just sharing myself with her, I trust her, I love her just like that sister I never had, more even, my piss sister as she always calls us. And I... she made Heath feel good, and that means everything to me, we're all friends and it's special, the kind of close friends I only dreamed about. I'd do anything for Heath, I love him so much. And Laura too."

I put my arm around her, not able to resist after everything I'd said, and her back and hair and neck felt so familiar and lovely I was sure I was getting warm enough between my legs she must certainly feel it with her hand. I gave Laura a little kiss on the cheek, and then turned and kissed you softly on the lips, sitting between you and hoping Derek understood. I wasn't mad, it was ok what she did with Heath. I was as ok with it as he was, even if he seemed so much more mature about it to me than I felt myself. So much calmer and reserved than I felt, with my insides all swimmy as Laura's hand kept reassuring me. I was trying not to blush, which never works, and felt awkward about it, not wanting to make all my words sound like a kid playacting at being the big adult like Derek and I tried to cover it lightheartedly, to get the spotlight off me. "Based on what I heard from Heath, you're a lucky man Derek. Laura knows things I don't, and I can only imagine how great the two of you must be together, what beautiful scenes you could shoot if you ever you know, put on a mask like Heath and, and shared your love with the world the way you share Laura. Don't you think so Heath?"
 
(Laura) I listen to my husband as well, my hand on your thigh, I notice how you are trying to avoid eye contact with me, almost as if by avoiding me that this isn't happening. Of course I understand that in your world, or your old world that this doesn't happen, wives don't openly touch the thigh of another woman in front of their husbands, but this is my world now and you, by sheer accident are now in it. Yes this is the one thing I know about you that you do not know I am aware of, you are in this world due to a lost bet, your fiancee made a bet and now you are paying it, all of this is just preparation for you to pay his debt. Oh how I want to tell you this, how I want to let you know. But I am not sure if I would be helping you or me by divulging this secret, so I wait and bide my time.

I know you can feel me Annie, my hand on your flesh, you are thinking of us in the shower. Yes, I can see your thoughts plain as day Annie.

I watch as you squeeze Heath's hand, you think he is support, of course he is but not in the way you think he is. He is the master manipulator, even manipulating me to take part in your corruption, I am so sorry Annie. It is me who has turned you into this, who has encouraged you. I feel there is but one way for us now, to explore it further, to allow you to emancipate yourself by falling further into this world of sleaze and debasement. To lose yourself so much that eventually you will lose everything, yes, everything. Especially Heath. I know now.

There are no more doubts for me.

I run my hand further up your thigh, oh how I want to fuck you right now, to grab the back of your head and impale that cute mouth of yours on Derek's cock, to make you suck him in front of Heath, to turn him into a cuckold, knowing that he cannot say anything without giving himself away, oh what a goal.

I then look at you more intently, how did you feel when I sucked Heath off, that is what Derek has asked, what did you feel baby when I had your husband to be's cock rolling around in my mouth, how did that make you feel, please tell us.

You answer predictably but from the heart, it is sweetness, not saccharine, you talk of your love for Heath and how you fight your jealousy and insecurity. How it was challenging but as I am your piss sister it was ok, you are coming to terms with it.

"Oh Annie, I think we should share, it was a shared experience, and well Heath was just a tool in that really, his cock, it was what allowed us to grow closer, I was sucking him but loving you, I hope you can understand that sweetie" I say to you as I watch Heath feel a little uncomfortable, I know that if he has his way once the bet has been paid off all of this is over for you. But I won't let that happen, and I don't think you want that to be over either.

(Heath) I stare at Laura a moment and laugh at her tool joke, yes I know now, she will try and de rail this, she does not like me and she will try and empower you. She wants to pull us apart. But what can I do right now? Just laugh along and take it really.

(Laura) You place your arm around me, I can smell you, you are sweet as always. You kiss me as Derek watches, I open one eye to make sure he is watching and he is, he moves in his seat a little, he is getting turned on.

(Laura) I caress your breasts as we kiss, your thin dress not shielding much of the softness of your flesh.

(Heath) I watch as Laura caresses you, you two are practically making love, you are still trying to answer Derek's question and then you ask me if I think that Derek and Laura could make a film as good as the one we made.

(Heath) "Well yes, I am sure they could really, put on a mask to protect your identity" I answer half interested, I am rock hard as Laura now exposes one of your breasts and starts to suck on it.

(Laura) I suck on your breast, my hand now right on your clitoris, I play with it and run my finger around your labia, slowly dipping it in, feeling the flood of your elixir warm it up as I bring it back up to your mouth to suck on. I slowly remove your other breast and then work my way down to your pussy. Derek is rock hard now and removes his cock from his jeans and sits back and strokes himself slowly while he watches.

(Heath) I try not to look at Derek stroking himself as Laura makes love to you, I have never witness such a thing porn films aside and just watch feeling somewhat helpless.
 
I shouldn't be surprised, given the way Laura's hand moves higher and higher on my bare leg, that she takes my kiss the wrong way. Or at least I think she takes it the wrong way. It was just a kiss on the cheek with a warm hug as she held my leg in her hand, total sisterly thing, or at least that's what I was thinking when I did it. But then as I'm kissing you like I really mean it, the way a woman kisses her fiancee when she wants him to take her home with him, I feel Laura's other hand on my shoulder, pulling me back to her like she thinks its a game, I'm the ball, and it's her turn again.

My hand is still in your lap but she twists me back to her and she doesn't kiss me on the cheek. Right there in front of her husband -- in front of you -- she kisses me pretty much the way I was kissing you, deeply, on the lips, with warmth and heart, breathlessly, the hand she's not stroking my thigh with trailing from my cheek down my jaw to my neck and then caressing my breasts as if my blouse and bra weren't even there. My face burns with shock and a little embarrassment, the tenderness we'd shared more or less in secret -- or at least in private -- in the showers here, out in the open in front of our men, like it was nothing.

Your voice sounds a little strained as you start to answer, something about a mask and Derek but I can't really tear myself from Laura's lips to turn and look at you as you talk, my mind spinning as I find myself kissing her back. Her hands feel good, and I struggle a little with feeling pleasure like this in front of you, in front of her husband. This isn't a film, not a party. And this isn't something like random men using me in a meaningless way, somehow more acceptable because of it. No, I can feel it in the tenderness of Laura's lips, feel it in the warmth of her breath, hear it in her sighs and the sounds of the couch shifting beneath us both as we start to squirm together -- this means something. To her I mean. And me too.

As your answer about Derek and the mask trails off into meaningless silence, like the question never mattered compared to the show of Laura and me between you two guys, Laura's hands grow bolder. I'd kissed her back, thinking it would be enough, a little embarrassing incident for you and me to laugh about a little bashfully in the car before you took me home and had your way with me properly. But she seems to want more from me, her hands moving on my body with an urgency that reminds me of you, makes me yearn for your touch too. It feels so good having her touch me, as if our bodies share the same map so she knows exactly where to go, I can't pull away, can't bring myself to push her off me -- don't want to, not really.

But as her soft lips moist with my own saliva break our kiss so she can pull my breasts free of my hastily torn open blouse and bra, free to lick and suck them with the same devotion she'd shown in kissing me, I can only turn my head to you, a pleading look for you in my eyes. "Honey... please... she... oh... this is... this is... as long as you're with me I can do anything, but... but please, I need you with me Heath... please, be with me..." I don't know exactly what's going on, can't imagine how Derek must feel watching his wife behave this way so soon after my question to him, but my thoughts are only on you, and on Laura, what she's doing to me.

Her hand is up all the way under my tight skirt now, fingers expertly wriggling my flimsy pink panties aside and finding me wet, my legs open for her in a way that a guilty, old-fashioned part of my mind tells me is totally wrong. But I don't close my legs, my breath coming to ragged now, feeling too much heat in my body, looking to you with desperate need. I want this, but I need you, need you with me or I'll burst with shame and guilt. "Please, honey..." I start to murmur for you again, but Laura finds my clit at that moment, knows exactly what to do with it. My head tilts back with a loud moan, my back arching and my neck taut at the shocking delight in her touch, and I can't plead to you any more eloquently now than with my moan, with the need in my eyes as I look to you, trying desperately in my mind to ignore the sound of what I think is Derek's belt buckle hitting the floor. Can this really be happening to me? I try to form your name with my lips, but Laura's expert attention stifles that too, turning it to a moan with lips that have kissed their way down my front,now working as well between my legs, leaving my hands free, one to grasp urgently at her hair, the other reaching for you, trying to draw you in close to me, needing to share this with you so it doesn't feel more wrong than I can stand.
 
(Heath) I keep watching as Laura sucks on your clitoris, she having one herself probably does it far better than I ever could. You call out my name as if by me being there makes it all the more normal. I hold your hand, I squeeze your hand so you know I am there, you know that I am with you during this crazy new experience, yes yet another crazy new experience.

Laura flashes me a quick look, there is something sinister in her eyes, she is not happy with me, she does not like me, I know this now, I can feel it. I would if I could just get up and leave and yet I cannot do this, to much is riding on you being a good little whore who does anything to please. We are so close to paying off my debt now that I can't go back, I just have to play this out and then if I still can withdraw you from this sleazy world that I have put you in.

Derek gets a little closer to you, he is still playing with his cock, I wonder what he is planning, he gets up as if to fuck Laura from behind while she goes down on you. Laura though stops him, she pats his thigh, imploring him to sit down, he sits and she takes your hand. She takes you hand and places it on his cock, I have seen you being pissed on by other men but somehow that was not as bad as watching this, another man's cock in your hand, she buries her face deeper in your cunt as I watch you stroke him off, I sit and watch passively, my cock hardened bulging against my jeans.

Soon I cannot bear it anymore, I release myself, and stand up and lean over you, I slide my cock in your mouth as Laura works your pussy and you work Derek's hand, you are the centre of attention, the centre of the room, it is all about you and I start to understand why you have embraced this so much.

You have never been the centre of attention, you are used to being ignored and now you are the meat, the prize in this power play between me and Laura, ironically Derek being the only one who is just there for the pleasure of your hand around his meat.

I fuck your mouth and then Derek gets up and kneels behind Laura and slides his cock inside her, his strokes pushing her face into your cunt, my cock stifling your moans of pleasure.

I tense up and moan, my cock floods your mouth my cum, I pull out a little, wanting to put on a bit of a show, some of it dribbling on to your chin and cheek, Derek also worked up groans as he cums inside Laura, he presses hard against her arse, pushing himself in harder and harder, he grabs the back of her head and pushes it into your pussy, I hold your head and have you lick me clean as I regain my breath and watch as Laura finishes you off.
 
My free hand not holding Laura's head against me reaches for you. Her mouth is like a part of me, sending jolts through my nervous system that make me gasp and writhe and twist on the couch, and my grasping hand for you isn't totally under my control, touching your shirt, your leg, bouncing lightly across your body, trying to draw you in closer to kiss me and touch me and join. I feel guilty feeling this pleasure right here in front of you, not because you and I have chose this, not because I'm trying to make you proud of me like at the parties and movie filming, but guilty because for the moment this pleasure is just Laura and me, with you just a spectator, and as much as my hand seeks you it can't seem to gain the approval of you joining in with us.

At least you squeeze my hand, giving me dispensation for a few more ragged gasps, my knees drawing back to open myself like I need what Laura is doing more than anything else. My head is turned to you, my eyes almost glassy when I can even keep them open, and my heart pounds with pleasure and anxious guilt. Why won't you kiss me? Why don't you just brush Laura aside and take over? Or at least join her, so I know this is ok, so I know its for you, for us, and not just for me?

I feel the couch dip on my other side but I don't look, just knowing it must be Derek. I remember the sound of his belt buckle and realize he must be, well, enjoying the sight of his wife involved with something like this, or at least that's what I hope. Otherwise, my fear would be his belt came off and he is upset about what's happening here in his house and about to use it on us. I don't look. Safer to look to you. What I need. Please, my eyes beg, come to me.

The couch moves again and I've lost track of what Derek might be doing, but then I feel a big hand on my other side take my hand from Laura's head. It can't be Laura's hand and I know it's not yours. Derek has my hand, but I don't pull away. I feel like my body doesn't belong to me here, like Laura can lick as she pleases, like you could have anything you wanted, like I'm a vessel for the moment more than a person. It is a strange feeling, but having Derek take my hand and pull it to him only makes it stronger. I feel thick hard flesh against my fingers and it takes only a scant second before I gasp, realizing what he's doing. He wraps my fingers around his cock, and I feel him pulse and throb in my grip, thick and proud and strong in a way that is different from the feel of you, yet like you too. It feels wrong to touch another man, especially like this, here, not because you asked me to, not because I'm trying to show you how you could be proud of me. My eyes look to you for some sort of approval, permission, or at least forgiveness as my hand stays on his cock even as he releases my fingers, slowly starting to stroke him as my back arches with the pleasure of Laura's tongue.

I can see you finally tug on your pants, your own cock hard as it springs free. My mind wants to take your hardness as a sign of approval, that you enjoy what you see, but maybe its just automatic, like watching porn for you, just bodies turning you on and not your love for me. You are on your feet now and my eyes track your cock rather than your face which is now up above me. Your cock slowly approaches my lips, bobbing slightly with your movements. As you come closer I almost whimper in tears for your attention, my mouth opening for you so eagerly, aching for you to fill the hole in my heart, to take away the guilt of what's happening and make it right, to make me whole again by filling my mouth.

As you press your cock against my cheek and I adjust the angle of my neck to give you better smoother access, my hand starts stroking Derek more urgently as the heat in my body rises quickly. Three of you, all of us, gasping and writhing together, our pleasure's intertwined, and me at the center of it all, feeling finally like the lynchpin of something wonderful, that I matter to all of you. The thought of it brings my pleasure closer and closer, until it practically overwhelms the thought itself and I can't control it.

You must hear the difference in my breathing, must recognize it by now. I can tell because of the way you start thrusting with more intensity, with purpose, as my gasps grow louder, my hips bucking more urgently against Laura's mouth. Derek pulls free of my stroking hand, leaving my palm and fingers a little slick and sticky with his leaking fluids, making me realize how strongly what Laura and I are doing has affected him.

Then I spare him a glance and see him behind Laura. She moans against me and then her face is thrust even harder against me. Derek must be forcing himself into her from behind. Her face starts pressing against me again and again, with a rhythm that Derek's hips have chosen for us. It's almost like he's fucking both of us even though, thank goodness, his cock is really only in his wife. And yet my pleasure rises with the rhythm of his cock driving into her, driving her into me, and your cock pistoning hard and strong into my mouth, just short of making me gag.

I hear the lewd sounds of my moans rising in pitch in perfect time with Laura's little squeals, hear how your cock turns them into raw gurgles stifled in my throat by the plug of your cock. Your own breath grows harsh and I know you are close, and then so quickly you pass that point, your body tense, feeling your hard abdomen with my hand as you fuck my mouth and start to cum. I taste you, the strong jet of your love shooting out of you and into me, into my mouth. I swallow as I can but with your cock keeping my jaw open wide it's a challenge to keep up with all the seed you are unloading into me. Finally you take your last few spurts on my chin and cheek, like you are wiping your pleasure on my face. I feel it, hot and sticky on my skin and I don't touch it, leaving it there like the visible mark proving you love me, proving you must be happy with what Laura and I did, that this is ok with you. That's all I need.

I can't take it any more. The feeling of your hand gripping my head and forcing me to lick you clean overwhelms me, leaves me cumming and moaning and bucking rather than doing the excellent job you deserve but I just can't help it. Derek is making it even worse, cumming into Laura, his guttural grunts totally obvious, and going out of his way to press Laura's mouth against me, making sure I get off fully with my face pressed up against your cock, smearing your cum all over me.

My body only slowly stops its undulating dance on the couch cushion, my sounds only slowly returning to normal breaths rather than uncontrolled moans as I hear you two men catching your breath like you just took a jog along with me. My knees slowly settle back down, one leg on either side of Laura still on her knees between my legs,her husband's cock still inside her. I realize the three of us came, but I can't remember hearing Laura cum yet. "Oh, oh my, Laura," I gasp a little more before I can go on, feeling hot like I'm sweating. "That was so... so amazing, so perfect. Heath, Derek I... but... but Laura, you didn't... did you... no you didn't... guys, what about Laura?" I see her looking up at me just over the horizon of my mound, her face shining wet with my own juices. "She deserves to cum too, right?" I somehow assume one of you will take charge, my own body lying limp on the couch, my chest heaving for breath, much of my face now smeared with cum.
 
They laid in the silence of their combined orgasms, each in their own world for a while, all of course Laura, Laura had bigger things on her mind than orgasms but the orgasm would be her weapon, it would be what was needed to cement her position, to help her against Heath. She was really starting to despise this man, this man who would let his fiancee who she believed he really did love, to turn his fiancee into a porn star, to allow her to be with others, not through lust or perversion, oh no, that would be understandable, that would be something Laura could comprehend, but this? To turn her into what she had become just for a bet? To go out and find a girl that suited his needs and then even after falling in love with her still staying on course to fulfill his debt, no, he could not get away with it, he could not use this girl and then after it all cast her aside or steer her away from the path that she now truly enjoys, no, he would pay and he would pay dearly, Annie would be built up, built up into something so terrifying that he would wish he never made that bet, that he wished he never started playing that game.

I look at him as he lies there after fucking her mouth, he fucked her mouth while I made her cum with mine, my husband fucking me and pushing my mouth into her pussy, he watched it all and got off on it, got off on getting off and yet he did nothing at all to earn it, he just fucked her mouth.

And then Annie gave her that opportunity, that opportunity to move forward to the next stage of her not so covert war against Heath.

The you say it, my little Annie Piss Sister says it, she doesn't even know but she has allowed the first shot to be fired, "What about Laura" she says, "She deserves to cum too, right?" my little sister says those words that will allow me to explore even more now into the dark depths of Heath's mind, to see what lurks within that evil psyche of his, two men, and a pussy to satisfy, who will take it up, who will want to fuck me to cum?

"Yes... what about Laura?" I say talking about myself in the third person, "What about me? Don't I get to cum too, or are both you boys already spent and finished with? Does Annie have to get on her knees now and eat me or will one of you rise to the occasion and satisfy me? Who will it be I wonder, my beautiful husband or my co star Heath?" I say it as a challenge to both of them, I lie on the floor, and raise my skirt, spreading my legs and gyrating on the floor with my arse, "Who will have me? Who wants Laura's cunt?" I add as I make circular motions with my arse, my pussy moving about as if it had some hypnotic quality, who am I kidding? Of course it has, men will live and die for what is between a woman's legs, and my husband and Heath are no different.

I watch their cocks as I keep up my horizontal dance, I watch Annie, she is still spent, still recovering, I look at her as if to say "And what if your fiancee fucks me" and I know she doesn't mind if he does, she probably wants it, this is probably her way of opening the door for her to see other men, Derek is still spent, his cock hangs there, he is masturbating for me but he is not hard, Heath on the other hand is mesmerized, he is getting hard without even touching it. Without even trying he slowly rises to the occasion.

(Heath) I squeeze Annie's hand, she put the challenge forward for one of us to make Laura cum, I am not sure if she said this because she truly realized that I would be the one to fuck her or because she wanted it to be me even, but as I shoot a quick glance at Derek's cock I see he is not hard and I am, I look at you, I look at you and give you a stare then not caring what the other two think, I just come out and say it.

"Annie, do you want me to fuck your piss sister?" I ask you straight up, Derek does not make any responses positive or negative, he seems to be totally ok with me fucking Laura, I don't dwell on it with him, I just look at you and wonder what will happen next.

(Laura) "mmmm Pissy, does Heath get to fuck me, does he get to make me cum?" I ask pleadingly, seductively, I too wonder what will Annie do.
 
I'm still sitting right where I was the whole time, the only one of us four who didn't move, feeling like the room and even the whole world is revolving around me, the center of it all. I smile, feeling a little dribble of your cum drip from my chin.

Laura looks at me with such warmth I feel myself flushing inside all over again. I smile even broader as she looks at the cum on my face, my breathless relaxed pose after cumming under her lips. Her face is wet with my juices and I feel proud of myself for being the only one who thought of her, her right to cum too.

She talks to the two of you even though she looks mostly at me. She didn't cum, I was right, and she asks which of you would finish her. I'm shocked for a second, having assumed the challenge was to Derek. I'd meant to just give him a playful little nudge to finish his wife off properly rather than just fucking her and cumming and ignoring her. And maybe I kind of wanted to see what that would be like, the two of them really being into each other, to watch them, holding your hand and watching Derek make my piss sister cum.

But now I look at Derek and he looks finished. Well of course he would be after fucking someone as amazing as Laura. You, however, look ready for another round, and I feel a little bit sad about it, realizing the pleasure my mouth gave you doesn't hold a candle to what Laura's pussy was able to do for Derek. I just don't measure up yet. I feel your cum on my face and it consoles me that I did at least manage to get you to cum, and you seemed happy with me. It's just you need more, I can see it as your cock slowly rises to its full, proud stature, and I can see the look in your eyes as you stare at Laura. I wish I was that beautiful, able to give as much pleasure to you as Laura knows how to give. I owe you that much at least, and more.

I look at Laura on the floor, so heartrendingly beautiful, firm and supple and inviting, and I can almost imagine myself being the one to go down on her, but I know she deserves more than my tongue too. You both do. I swallow hard. You deserve each other, at least right now. I look at you, reminding myself of your cum on my face, the sign that we belong to each other, still tasting your piss. If I make you happy, it only binds us together tighter, and having you finish Laura off, giving that pleasure to both of you, I think you would both love me even more. A glance at Derek to make sure he wouldn't be upset is enough to have me looking at you, right on the cusp of a decision I still question.

You look at Laura and at Derek and at me, seeming to realize just like me that you are her best option to cum. Even if I licked her for all I'm worth, I'm sure it couldn't hold a candle to what you can do to her with your cock, don't I know it.

You squeeze my hand and before you even say anything, we both know it. I love that about us, how we think together, and I love how you are concerned with Laura as much as I am. We are perfect for each other. I'm nodding my agreement even before you finish asking the question.

Laura hears you too and she asks me too. You both ask my permission, which makes this ok right? It's not going on behind my back. It's not with some slut who doesn't care about you or me. This is the two people I love more than anyone in the world. How could I say no? I nod more emphatically. "Of course, Heath my love. If it's ok with Derek, how could I object to my piss sister getting her turn as well?" Derek unsurprisingly nods.

I groan a little as I get up, still not wiping your cum from my face, wanting to wear it at least until you are done fucking Laura, a comforting reminder of our tight bond, to help me cross this threshold for you. I kneel next to Laura and give her belly a little pat as I beckon you between her knees. I look at your cock, so hard and firm and thick, jutting out toward her, toward both of us. I lean in and give your cock one more big wet kiss, getting your shaft as slick and shiny as I can for Laura. Then I look in your eyes and grasp you with my hand, gentle but guiding you as you lower yourself over her. Her legs open for you, and I bring the tip of your cock right to her opening, spreading her a little with the fingers of my other hand. It feels in my heart like if I actually help make this happen, then I'm participating, and that means it won't hurt, like you'll be fucking me and her, even if I won't actually have you inside me. But I'll be part of this love, part of both of you, and that makes me able to smile despite the anxiety I feel beating in my heart. I smile, holding you there, right at her opening as you wait, making us both wait a moment, and then I bend over Laura and give her a kiss, wanting to entice you into taking that first stroke, so you'll fuck her because of me, so I feel in control of it.

Her lips are soft and her tongue accepting, and she makes a little moan as we come together, as if her body is just quivering with a need to be touched. It's an amazing sound, and I know you hear it because I feel you move in the grip of my fingers, driving into her, and her next sounds are completely different, more animal. As experienced and practiced as Laura is sexually, she sounds as if she's never experienced something as powerful as your first thrust, something so thick. I don't know whether it is really this overwhelming, or if it is just part of the many sexual secrets she knows, but her sounds are incredibly arousing. I pull my fingers back before I get hurt from how hard you thrust, but I don't stop kissing her, wanting to be a part of this, letting your cum on my face smear her chin and cheeks as our mouths merge, sharing you in every way we can, except for your lack of a second cock to fuck me at the same time. I ache inside for you the more I listen to her moaning from the force of your thrusts, and I know I'm doing the right thing.
 
(Heath) I know that you are comparing yourself unfavorably to Laura, I can see the machinations in your mind as if it were some kind of movie playing out in front of me. You do not compare to Laura, you do not compare because you two are so different, she is the sexy womanly vamp, her sexy shapely legs and full breasts, she has that "womanly body" that sets men's minds into states of decay and causes their cocks to become erect and their testosterone to rise.

You on the other hand are beautiful, you are more the girl next door type, where as a man wants to fuck Laura, men want to date you, they want to marry you to create a life with you, they want to make love to you. This is why you are so popular with the adult movie and porn world, this is why when you are fucked in a club men gather around to watch, they like to see you do things that you do not look like you will do. When Laura does these things it is still arousing but expected of her, you have that shock factor, that "Oh my God, I am watching Anne Hathaway do a topless scene!" look, I smile at you as you sit there pondering a moment.

And you get up and kneel beside Laura on the floor, her legs still spread for me or Derek or both of us and the family dog for all I know and pat her stomach and beckon me to the floor, you want me to make your sister cum, you want me to have sex with another woman right in front of you and her husband.

Derek looks indifferent to the whole thing and I wonder if they really love each other at all, or if he is just so used to his wife being a slut that it doesn't phase him anymore, kind of like he knows he can't do anything about it so rather then leave he just goes with it, I try not to look at him, I feel like looking at him would be an offensive act, as if to gloat that I will be fucking his wife or something.

So I kneel in front of her and get in that push up position that men get into when they will be having sex and I feel your hand around my cock, you still have my cum on your face and you kiss my cock, baptizing it, it seems for action in another woman's cunt. I know that you plan to guide me inside her, I know that you feel by maintaining this control, this sense of being a part of what will happen that we are making love with Laura in between us rather than you just sitting on the sidelines the way Derek will be, I think for a second about what our debriefing will be like once we have done this deed, what we will be thinking and feeling tomorrow morning when we wake up, but for now, for now it seems I will be fucking in front of you and you directing me in.

I feel my tip against her pussy, your hand holding me near it, you use your other hand to separate her pussy, you open it up and then guide me to the place but without inserting me inside her, you bend over and give her a kiss, hoping to make me start fucking her, to encourage me to start making the first strokes of infidelity as you kiss her so softly.

She moans and quivers as you kiss her and I wonder if really she would prefer you to make her cum, if she is just doing this because she wants to share everything with you, even your man, even the cock that fucks you, I wonder if this somehow opens the door for Derek to fuck you, if that is how it works, if it is just an obvious thing to do now, I have fucked his woman now he gets to fuck mine.

I start to enter her as you kiss, my cock fucking her deep, your fingers still around me, as I pull in and out her juices cover you, we make your fingers slippery with her cum and Derek's semen from his previous use of her pussy. She starts to coo and make all sorts of noises, I don't know if she is acting or it is really her, she gyrates and bucks against my cock, I start to fuck harder and harder and you remove your fingers for fear of getting caught in the fray, of getting jammed into some kind of fuck crash, you kiss her and she licks my cum from your face, licking it as if it were some kind of sweet delicacy, I watch as your body starts to tense as does hers, you helping me fuck Laura.

(Laura) I am so happy when you decide that Heath can fuck me, I want to understand him, and to have him inside me seems a way of doing that, to see how he fucks, to feel his shaft inside me as you watch, and yet I feel you will do more than just watch, you are not like Derek, to just watch is not enough for you, you want to belong, you want to be part of what your love is doing and as he will be doing me you want to be a part of that too.

You lie on the floor beside me and beckon him by tapping on my tummy, I look at Derek who is disinterested really, he doesn't love me anymore, I know this, this is the real reason he doesn't care about my films, he will watch me be fucked and not feel jealousy or arousal, it will be nothing more to him than a live porn show. Fuck him, he can watch, I want your husband inside me, I want to be a part of your love for him, he doesn't deserve you Annie, I will let you see this, slowly, bit by bit, I will show you.

You hold his cock at my entrance, I think you will guide him in, but no, you kiss me, your soft lips so delicately kissing me, oh my, I wish it were you with a strap on fucking me, but this is a mission I remind myself, this is for you, you just don't know it yet.

As we kiss, he starts to enter me, he is bigger than Derek, his thick cock entering my pussy, I gasp a little as I kiss you more, your hand still around his shaft as he pummels me harder and harder, deeper and deeper, oh yes, keep going.

As he gets faster and faster you move your hand fearing serious injury and I grab your hand and lick myself off your fingers, I lick a couple and then take two of your fingers and put them to your mouth, "Taste me Annie, taste me, taste Derek, taste Heath, taste us all" I say even though I know there won't be much of Heath in me, not yet anyway.

He keeps going and he is actually hitting all my right spots and I am turned on anyway just by being screwed in this manner, to be fucked by your fiancee, to be kissing you while he does it and I start to tremble a little, I tremble more and more and my body tightens, "Oh, Annie, Annie, I'm going to...."

I don't get to finish my words, I scream as I cum, quaking I cum so hard as Heath keeps pummeling me, my nails digging into him through lust as a way to cause him pain, they dig in as I cum from his cock.

"Oh Annie thank you, thank you so much for Heath's cock" I say without looking at Heath.

(Heath) Laura cums, she screams and trembles, her nails digging into my flesh as she still kisses you. She thanks you for my cock without really looking at me, I know she is playing games, she is not at all happy with me.

I am worked up though, I want to cum again myself, but not in her, especially without a condom, I look at you and smile.

"Oh Annie, I am so worked up, but I am sorry Laura, I only cum for Annie's pussy. Annie, would you mind? Will you finish me off?" I ask as I look at you not sure how I feel about the whole thing but knowing that until I cum I won't be able to think of anything else but my orgasm.
 
My fingers are slick from holding you, from all the wetness between Laura's legs, leaking out of her. As you start to pound into her harder, giving her deep punishing thrusts that make me quiver inside just from watching her body rocked back and forth beneath you, I kiss her deeper, tasting her moans. You are an amazing lover, I know this, and to see the pleasure on her face doesn't actually make me feel jealous, not totally, just glad that if I'm going to share you with anyone, it's with Laura. I can hear you, your harsh breathing, the sound of your efforts, and I recognize quite clearly how you are enjoying this, and I tell myself it is because of me, that I made this happen, so it's like you're fucking me too. In a way.

I bring my hand from between Laura's legs, practically dripping with shiny thick fluids I realize now, and touch it to her cheek, just wanting to caress her as we share you, or as I share her having you I guess. But Laura turns aside as she feels and probably smells her husband's sperm and her own juices and, well, not your sperm yet I guess but still, it feels like there's a little bit of all of us smeared on her cheek. Only she turns her mouth and nibbles one of my fingers, kissing it and licking at the mess on my hand as if its ambrosia, as if it's her husband's piss, it gives her that same look.

Her eyes are on mine, blazing and looking lost, like my eyes are the only thing keeping her from coming completely untethered as you thrust and thrust and thrust away inside her. She says something to me in an unsteady whisper, her words picking up emphasis in strange little spots as your cock drives her breath out of her with each full penetration. She wants me to taste her, her first words. I look at her confused, the image of my head between her legs licking at that magical union of her body and yours, to taste how wet she is as her body struggles to accommodate your size. I know my head would get crushed, or at least my hair would end up a wet sopping mess and I'd probably be more than a little daze from having your thrusting hips bang against my skull over and over while I licked her. The thought has a certain appeal even if it scares me, but she whispers a little more and I realize what she means, telling me to taste Derek too, to taste all of us together, and I realize she is referring to my fingers, wet with her husbands cum and her own juices and now some of her saliva too.

I look back at you, somehow hoping to see some sign from you that it's ok. Tasting another man's cum isn't a small thing, I know that. But you seem so lost in fucking my best friend, so satisfied and blissfully unaware, that it just seems like the right thing to do. I nod back to Laura and still holding my fingers at her lips, my own lips join hers, my tongue too, lapping up her husband's cum dripping from my shiny fingers, licking a bit of your own cum from my chin and lips as if that somehow makes it all ok. I taste both of you, such a similar taste and yet distinctive too. Your cum tastes like it belongs in me, a part of me, while Derek's is a little bitter, but still somehow enthralling to lick and taste, maybe just because I'm sharing it with Laura, our tongues spending as much time kissing and slipping against each other on my fingers than actually licking up her husband's cum. I wonder if I would be ok with this if it was just me, if it was just Derek's cum and not yours too on my chin. I don't think so even though I kind of like it in a wrong sort of way.

I don't know if it's your cock, or the thrill I share with her of licking at my fingers together, but Laura's cries grow sharper, and her head tilts back and her body goes tense. I can see her orgasm building and it turns me on, thinking of the pleasure building again in my own body, the desire to feel you pounding me the same way. Sucking you until you cum on my face was such a turn on, especially while being licked to orgasm by my best friend, but the thought of having you fuck me draws my thoughts like a moth to the flame. It doesn't matter, though, I know with a little disappointment as I hear Laura start to scream with pleasure, bucking and writhing beneath you. You will be spent inside her and nothing left for me, but that's ok, it's good. I always have you, a lifetime together to look forward to with you. This is just a few moments with her, to make her feel good, to cement a lasting friendship between two couples that just seem destined to be an important part of each other's lives.

As Laura comes, she is screaming my name, and I feel my insides doing little flip flops. Why is that so sexy? Is that what it's like for you to hear my cry your name when I just can't take it anymore and you're the only thought in my whole world? Shouldn't she be crying your name? But I'm glad she's not. I'm trying not to be jealous, but I'm glad she's not. Your name belongs to me, and having her cry my name is sexy too, making my own hips squirm a bit as I kiss her through the last fading undulations of her orgasm.

She only looks at me, not you, and my heart soars at what a good friend she is, as if she wants to make sure I'm not worried she is trying to be too close to you and I kiss her again. She thanks me for letting her have your cock and I smile and look back at you even if she doesn't. You have a weird look, like you loved the feeling of her but something isn't right, like you're thinking about it. I turn back to her and tell Laura, "Of course, for you, anything Laura. You mean so much to us, to me and Heath both. I don't know if I would be here today if it wasn't for you. You made so much of this possible, I owe you more than you can know. You and Derek too of course." I don't want Derek to feel left out as my fiancee finishes fucking his wife, basically.

Finally you speak, and finally I understand what is wrong. You explain you didn't cum inside her, that you reserve that for me. "Oh Heath, you are the sweetest, most perfect fiancee in the whole world!" I push myself up to hands and knees and then twist enough to try to kiss you, only realizing at the last second how my face is covered with his cum and Derek's cum and I know that must to be too gross for you. I pull up just short of kissing you, but still with my torso twisted back to you, and I just whisper, "Of course, my love, you deserve everything I can give you." Oddly enough, as I settle myself back down on the floor, my thoughts are on giving you the orgasm you deserve, wanting to seal this experience with your incredible pleasure occurring inside me, not being possessive about it, at least I don't tihnk so, but just loving you so much that your pleasure comes first in my mind.

My own hips are moving a little too though as I settle down right next to Laura, our arms and hips and legs touching and my face right next to hers as I look up at you with my legs spread for you. "Heath, please baby, cum inside me, I want you so badly." I draw my knees up for you, opening myself even more and feeling the cares of Laura's legs against mine as I move them. It feels so sexy, to feel her so soft beside me and you so hard above me, I can't wait for you to thrust into me, hard and deep. My arms reach for you, to hold you, to draw you in, only regretting my face is too covered with cum to really expect you to kiss me when I really need to be kissed so badly. As you settle over me and I moan in anticipation, I feel Laura at my side, and i turn from your eyes to hers, and we kiss again as you enter me, the most perfect kiss I could imagine two girls ever sharing -- especially since until very very recently it wasn't something I would have imagined at all.
 
Laura thanks you for the use of my cock as if I or my member is your
property, I suppose in some ways it is, or at least was. Things don't seem
the same anymore, the idea of your body or mine being exclusive to each
other, the lines seem blurred, like we just fuck now, maybe you hope this
will be limited to Laura your special sister, I wonder though, how long
will it be before I see you with another man's cock in your mouth or cunt.
I shoot Derek a glance and he seems content enough with his one orgasm,
unlikely to make a move on you, not interested in evening the score as it
were by fucking my fiancee.

You see that I am looking out of sorts and when I tell you that I am
reserving my money shot for you, you think this is what it is and leave it
at that.. Just as well really, this isn't the time or place for that
discussion.

After you finish your thanks, you lie on the floor next to Laura who is
still recovering, cum from two men still on your lips, you spread your legs
and await my cock, Derek still sitting there just watching, whatever he is
thinking it is not evident on his face.

You lie there pressed against her, your holding hands as if you are
schoolgirls embarking on some kind of bonding adventure. Laura turns her
head to you for a moment, "I love you" she says to you as I kneel in
position, you two kiss as you wait for my hard cock.

I lean forward and just for fun dribble some saliva in between your lips as
you make out, with the pussy juices and semen I figure you may as well have
my spit as well.

I slowly slide into you, driving slowly and gently at first, I lick Laura's
breast while I fuck you, if I was to write this fantasy for myself I
wouldn't even come close to what is actually happening, my own imagination
not being so daring.

I slide in and out, your pussy hugging my cock, the walls gripping me, I
can feel how badly you want me, how much you love me, how you feel that
sharing this with Laura is something special, and I think it actually is, I
believe she does love you, you are very special to her.

I switch from her tits to yours, sucking your little breast into my mouth
all at once, sucking it as I start to drive harder and more fierce. I slam
into you harder and harder. It doesn't take long before I feel myself
tensing up and I think I feel you tensing as well, I explode inside you,
driving myself in deeper as I release my fluid into you.

Laura bites your lip as I collapse in a heap on top of you. My cock still
inside you, oozing still inside.

I roll over and catch my breath, Derek has actually fallen asleep, bored
with our porn show, I kiss you on your cheek, your lips still reminding me
of Derek's semen, I excuse myself to use the toilet.

(Laura) I lie there beside you after Heath has gone to the bathroom, I look
at my sleeping husband, I look at you. "You are lucky, Heath loves you, I
can see that" I say to you, and I can see it,. I don't like what he has
done to you, but I can see he loves her.

"Oh Annie, Derek doesn't love me anymore, I can feel it, that is why he
doesn't care that other men fuck me" I confide in you quietly, I am
starting to break down, I am losing my composure. I take a breath.

"Annie, I love you, never leave me" I say and roll on my side to hold you
tight.

Heath returns and smiles at us, I still don't look at him, he confuses me
too much, he has just been inside me and I can't look at him, it is too
funny to think about really.

(Heath) "What should we do now, retire to another room so we don't wake
Derek or do we leave, what would you prefer Laura?" I ask our hostess as I
am unsure what is standard protocol after an orgy.
 
I break the kiss with Laura just for a moment as I feel you settling over me. Your cock is so hard as it bumps wetly against my thigh and I see your love for me blazing back at me in your eyes. My body is still right up against Laura's, the fingers of my left hand still entwined with her right, and I reach for you with my other hand around your neck to tempt you in, aching for you to grip your cock and guide it properly. I still taste Laura's lips and her husband's sperm, the tingle of her kiss still sending electric charges up and down my spine as I look to you to pour gas on the fire she has started in me.

That's the moment Laura says it to me, as if she can see the love between us and wants to be a part of it too. She says "I love you," and I know she's talking to me, although maybe it is to both of us and she just doesn't realize it yet. I keep my hand around your neck, the fingers of my other hand squeezing her hand a little tighter and I turn back to her, only reluctantly breaking away from your gaze.

Laura is smiling at me, her eyes bright with emotion that has to be real and I feel it too. "Oh Laura, sis, I love you too, so..." My words trail off as our lips find each other again, a kiss so tender and sexual it takes my breath away. I'm so exquisitely aware of you looming over us, my legs open and you pressed between my thighs as I kiss her back. It's a different love than I feel for you, so I tell myself, so I don't feel wrong kissing her when I really want to be kissing you too.

Our lips are just grazing each other while our tongues dance together lightly, flicking and licking and darting into each other's mouths. My legs draw back even a little more, exposing myself like a dog baring its belly, just needing you more and more as our kiss deepens. Then I feel the warm wet drip from above. I gasp a little at the realization, your head leaning over our kiss, that you are dribbling your saliva on us, on my lips and then our tongues. I half expect Laura to jump up with disgust because your saliva isn't a natural part of her like it is for me, but she practically ignores it, just kissing me full-heartedly as we both take your spit into our mouths along with each other's. It's really like you're sharing our kiss now, present in both of us, and I shudder as the beauty of that thought makes my hips press up from you, feeling you at my entrance now.

I feel like I want you to drive into me, to take me hard and fast, but you tease, pressing in slowly, making me feel you, making it hard to concentrate on your love or Laura's alone, until the kiss and your cock, your love and hers, all of it blends together with me at the soft wet center of it all. You finally find my full depth and I shudder and groan at the wonderful skewered feeling. Laura still kisses me but she gasps too and I realize you are at her nipple, lapping at her as you start to fuck me a little more seriously.

The pleasure flows between the three of us freely, as if the boundaries between our body's are erased by the closeness of the friendship we've all developed in such a short time. You take me harder, and Laura kisses me. I ache with love for both of you and the intensity of that feeling makes me cling to you, inside and out. You lick my nipple now and thrust deep, making me arch beneath you, gasping into Laura's kiss. I feel your lips leave my nipple and I turn straight from Laura's lips to yours, kissing you now for a moment, then back to Laura, the taste of her husband's cum and your cum on my chin totally forgotten as I lose myself in both of your loves. I kiss you, then Laura, then you again, going back and forth, my love belonging to both of you, until you are groaning and tensing over me.

I arch. I grip you. My hands hold you and urge you on, wanting to feel your pleasure, wanting to show Laura how much you love me, how much you love both of us because she is a part of this too. You are driving into me so hard it hurts, but seeing in your eyes and the intensity of your kiss makes it all good, glad to hurt to make you feel so good. I kiss Laura, and then you again, and finally you explode inside me as I kiss Laura, your caveman grunts and the grip of your arm around my shoulders and neck holding me still for you to stay buried deep as you shoot your love into me.

Laura's kiss turns into a little bite, as if she is as overwhelmed by the love flowing between us as I am. You groan, your hips pressing rhythmically but not pulling out, until finally you slow and then collapse, your weight on top of me. I hug you and hold you tight while smiling at Laura, my eyes shining at how special I feel.

I feel your kiss on my cheek and Laura's hand gently stroking me. You roll off and politely excuse yourself for a moment. I wish you would stay and hold me, but I understand.

I look at Laura and she's looking at Derek. He is actually asleep and I look at him in disbelief, as if he just slept through an actual miracle without even noticing it. I look back at Laura trying to hold back the look of pity, not wanting to make her feel bad that her husband isn't as special and wonderful and loving as you. But she feels it. She tells me how luck I am, how much she sees you love me -- as if this was some surprise to her.

I just smile and nod but she's not done. It's like she is confessing, like I'm her priest instead of her piss sister. Derek doesn't love her, she says. I think she has to be wrong, for how understanding he is of all she does, but then I gasp with this new possible understanding. Derek doesn't love her. I can see Laura starting to all apart a little and I reach for her, to hold her. She says she loves me as she reaches back and rolls on her side until our bodies are pressed together, front to front and she begs me never to leave her.

I shake my head telling her I won't, I won't. I don't kiss her, just sort of gently rock her as the sadness just radiates from her, and I just love her so much, realizing how much she has been hurting all the time she was doing so much for the two of us, helping discover this passion we both share, showing us how to share it with a world.

You come back but you are quiet, just watching us lying on the floor, clinging to each other. My face and thighs are wet with your cum, as Laura drips with Derek's cum as well, and the whole mess just slick between us as our legs entwine in the fullness of our body's holding on to each other. Finally she sniffs a little and stops shaking and I let go, pulling back just a little to look in her eyes. "You ok?" She nods, looking almost sheepish, so unlike the confident sex goddess I know and it breaks my heart and makes me kiss her cheek.

I look up at you, and you smile back, like you love us both, or at least that's what it looks like to me. You ask Laura if we should go to another room so we don't wake poor Derek, or if we should leave. I feel Laura tense a little at your question and I stroke her and kiss her cheek. "Don't worry Laura, I won't leave, not if you need me. Neither of us will, we're both here for you, right Heath?" I look at you, my eyes telling you its not a question.

I work to disentangle our limbs a little, still shaky myself and trembling from the heavy fucking you gave me, feeling the reignited desire still inside me but subdued somewhat as I try to focus on Laura. Maybe we should get her ready for bed. I turn to you, not really catching how the situation looks to you. "Heath, let's take Laura back to her room, help us up, maybe we can get her changed, I want to stay as long as she still needs us." I think I'm just sounding innocent and helpful and supportive. I turn to her, "Whatever you need honey, just say the word, Heath and I will do anything for you, ok? Anything, right Heath, after everything she's done for us?" I have no real thought you could be thinking of her mouth on you, only thinking myself of all her emotional support and encouragement.

You help me up first and then we both help Laura up to her feet. Derek is still lightly snoring, like he has no idea of his wife's pain, his orgasm over after having used her for his own purposes. He is nothing like you and I'm so grateful to have you, so grateful to be able to help Laura like this when she so clearly needs us both.
 
I return to the room and I can see that something serious has transpired between you and Laura, I wonder if it is about me, I still have the sense that Laura does not approve of me one bit, but I can see by the look on your face that isn't about me at all. Genuinely confused about what should happen next never having been a part of an orgy before, I ask if we should retire to another room so we don't wake Derek or if we should leave.

Laura has been crying or close to it, I realize it has a lot to do with Derek, falling asleep while your wife is being fucked in front of you by another man is not good form, even I, an inexperienced orgiest is aware of that. He is not in love with her, it is easy to see, a man who was in love with his wife would stay awake and watch, would hold her after she came, would not let her be fucked by another in the first place.

You answer for me, you tell Laura that you won't leave her, you will stay for as long as she needs us to stay and then you ask me, well your words ask, your look tells me that is exactly what will be happening, you will comfort her and support her for as long as it takes. I wonder what you are thinking and feeling about all of this, you thought Laura had it all and now, to realize that her husband is only ok with everything because he simply doesn't care. I wonder why he spends so much time away from home, he probably has a second place set up somewhere, a woman on the side, maybe he just wants a normal woman, one that might even be a little sexually ordinary for lack of a better term. I can understand to some degree, I am having trouble myself separating Annie Pisswhore from Annie my fiancee. I am wondering where it will all lead, where it will all end, will you too soon be having sex in front of me with someone else's man while his partner sits and watches as if it is some board game? Will you end up having sex with other men in your films? What have I done to us?

We help Laura up, she is physically ok, emotionally not so well, Derek still snores in his armchair as if nothing ever happened, I would like to talk to him but I think it would be pointless, I don't think Derek opens up all that much, the passive aggressive kind who just lets things happen around him and deals with the fallout in secret, in his own strange ways.

We walk Laura to the bedroom, she is straightening up now, starting to walk of her own volition, she releases herself from our supportive arms and sits on the bed and looks at us.

(Laura) "Oh guys, I am so sorry, this has been a long time coming with me and Derek, he lets me do all this crazy stuff because he doesn't care one way or the other about me anymore, maybe it was all too much for him, watching his wife do these things on film, I know he has copped some flak from his work mates at times as well. It is hard Annie, hard for a man to be with a whore, I should have known better, I just wish tonight could have been better, we had some fun I guess, I just ruined it with my sobbing, so sorry. Can I make it up to you two sometime, just us 3, no Derek, he will be going away for work again soon anyway. I would love to just have a night here with the three of us." I am still not looking at Heath, I don't know why I can't do it, maybe I see him as a Derek in the making, maybe I know he will try and put a stop to Annie's film career once his bet is sorted, maybe I just know that I want him to fuck me again.

"I think I just need some time alone now, you know guys, I don't mean to be rude, I just need some time alone and we will talk again soon, ok Annie my Piss Sister?" I say looking at Annie with love, she is so awesome and I just hope we will be friends forever.

I get up and give her a passionate kiss goodnight, "Thank you my sister, thank you for everything" I squeeze her tight and more to look good and be polite then anything else I give Heath's hand a squeeze as well still not looking at him. "Thank you for the orgasm Heath, it was great" I say to him and I walk them to the door. They leave and I walk back to the main room where Derek is still sleeping in the armchair, fuck him I think and I leave him there, uncovered and all, I have a shower washing off all the body fluids from my body and get into bed, masturbating myself to sleep while I think about Heath fucking me while I eat out Annie.

(Heath) We leave Laura's apartment, her goodnight was rather tender and I can tell she is still in great pain but relieved that we do not have to stay any longer, I do not think there is much either one of us could do for her anyway. I realize that in the morning I need to contact Carlos about the bet. I have to start organizing that as well as probably fielding calls regarding your movie.

We drive home without saying anything, so many thoughts rushing through my head, and I know you feel the same way, I give you space as you give me the same. We get home and I look at you and hold you tight.

"That will never happen to us honey, we are different to that, I can't believe Derek fell asleep like that, even if he doesn't love her anymore, he still could have just watched and enjoyed it, how did you feel Annie, watching me with Annie? I have never done anything like that before, it felt strange but good, it was fun and quite intense. I have so many thoughts whirring around I don't even know where to start!" I say to you knowing there is much to say and much to talk about.

I sit on the couch and pull you towards me so you land in my lap, "So, tell me how you feel about it all honey" I tell you as I look into your eyes probing your soul.
 
As you and I walk Laura down the hall to her room, the sound of Derek softly snoring behind us, I feel like we make such a great team. Our love is so beautiful they pay us to make love on camera so others can see it too, and together now we are even helping Laura who clearly needs a bit of a hand. My heart pounds for you in a way that goes beyond wanting you sexually. Its a feeling that you and I simply have to be together, forever. Anything else just isn't an option.

Laura doesn't seem to be any happier by the time we get her to her room, but she at least seems to be recovering a little of her pride, the sniffled tears slowing and sitting up by herself on the bed and giving us a weak fake smile that shows at least she's trying again. I look at you and then step a little closer to her, kneeling down and putting my hand on her knee, trying to sooth her the way I used to wish my parents would soothe me.

My heart breaks for her as despite her obvious emotional pain, she actually apologizes to *us* for how Derek behaved tonight, as if it was somehow her fault. I want to tell her she has no need to apologize but her words just stream on, a torrent she just has to get out it seems. She bares her soul, sharing her fears about him. That he doesn't love her anymore -- how could anyone not love Laura? That Laura's career somehow hurts him -- but he knew what she did before saying "I do" so what was his problem? That it was hard for him to be with a whore. I couldn't accept that last one, the word whore sticking in my own heart like a deep painful thorn just as much as it seemed to hurt Laura. "You're not a whore, Laura! You're not! And if he thinks so then he's just a.... just a jerk-face. What you do is beautiful, and amazing. You're an inspiration to everyone who meets you and sees your work. Look at me! Do you think I could be who I am today without you? Do you think a cheap whore could be such a role model for me?"

I still kneel at her feet, looking up at her anguished face and still stroking her leg. "Laura, do you hear me? You didn't ruin the evening with your sobbing. This was such a magical night nothing could ruin it." I turn to you. "Right Honey?" I turn back to Laura. "If anyone ruined it, that would be old poopy face and his snoring, not you."

Laura is only looking at me, almost like you're not even in the room, and I wonder if she is embarrassed. Her husband doesn't love her the way you love me. That must be hard to take for her, knowing you represent what she wants and doesn't have. Maybe it's even harder for her after you were together with her, getting to feel what its like to have a good, loving man inside of her. I smile up at her and then rise to stand beside you, take your hand, let her see us together, so she knows everything is all right, that both of us support her, together.

She smiles and offers to make it up to us. "Laura, there's nothing to make up, you didn't do anything wrong. But we would love to spend time with you. Anytime. If you're too upset being with Derek, if it gets... I don't know... ugly... just come over and stay with us... anytime. We could leave you a key in case we weren't home, couldn't we Heath?" I look up at you, my eyes shining that you and I together are this force for good, when just weeks ago I'd been nothing more than a part-time student and under-paid waitress without you. My eyes tell you how amazing you are, and my hand tightens on yours telling you how I would do anything to be with you, how we will never, EVER end up like Derek and Laura.

She nods and seems to appreciate everything, even gets up and comes to be, puts her arms around me in a hug that is so sisterly I ache inside that I never had one. And then she kisses me in a way that is decidedly not sisterly at all, but my lips quickly warm to what she needs, and I find myself reacting more and more with need of my own, until she pulls away leaving me a little breathless, my hand almost limp in your grip as I look back at her. She thanks you for her orgasm and I nod as if I was the one who gave it to her, still a little befuddled from the kiss.

I follow you out, a little light headed and just holding your hand as Laura leads the way. And then we're alone, walking to the car in silence. Is this the same world I woke up in this morning? I can't tell anymore. I can't believe this life I'm living, and wonder how I managed to get up again every morning before I had you by my side.

We drive and I look to your face, drinking in the lines of your face as you navigate home through the minimal late night traffic. The trip is relatively quick. I wait for you to say something, my heart overflowing with everything that has happened, the fact I made my first film, first real film, and that you pissed on my -- and Laura -- on camera is almost an afterthought by now. Like its already just a natural and accepted part of our life together. This is just who I am and it feels right.

But you are silent, and I don't want to disturb your thoughts, or your driving. We walk to the door once we're home, hand in hand again, my fingers tight between yours, holding on to you so even if we aren't saying anything, you know I'm with you, heart and soul, yours completely.

Once inside the door you turn and hold me and I'm just moved by the emotion in your eyes and in the way you hold me against your chest so tight. I hold you right back, like if we squeezed each other close enough we could just pop into each other's bodies and physically become one the way we already are spiritually.

Still holding me, you start talking, almost a whisper, like the conversation is so intimate it would be wrong for even the walls or the plants to overhear. You say everything so perfectly I can't add a thing, just letting you talk. Finally you lead me to the couch and pull me to you. I settle easily across your lap, my right arm around your neck and my legs dangling a little. Our faces are close but not touching, and you look at me with such love and ask me how I feel. I love you so much that you care about my feelings so much, that you want to know my mind. You are so not Derek, and my heart surges with the certainty we will never end up like that.

"Honey, you're totally right. We really are different... *you're* different." I kiss your cheek, the little rasp of stubble against my lips giving me an abrasive thrill. "You're not Derek. You care so much about me, I can tell, you didn't just come to my movie, you starred in it, owned it as far as I'm concerned and I'm sure the critics will agree. You love me so much, not only did you star with me, but you found room in your heart for my best friend too. You are such a loving, giving man, I'm the luckiest girl in the world."

I kiss you again,mostly just because I want to, my body still warm from all the kissing,the memory of your cum so recently on my face and buzzing potently inside me still making it a thrill just to sit in your lap. "I want you to know -- if by some weird chance you don't already -- that I love you more than anything in the world, and I will do anything for you, Heath, anything. I don't ever want us to end up like that. I don't want you at home snoring, I want you by my side, in my films or at least watching me make them, so we always feel together. And yes, I... I loved tonight too. The fact you made a difference... we made a difference for Laura, that we were there for her in every way friends could possibly be... that's the kind of couple I want us to be.

"Please Heath, just promise me, if there's anything you ever want from me, you have to tell me. I don't want you to end up snoring your way through our relationship. I care about you too much for you not to care about me. That would kill me even worse than it does Laura. Ok?"
 
We kiss and cuddle after getting home we start to discuss what we have just been through, a whole new world, so many new experiences in such a small amount of time, so hard to tell which ones are more extreme or challenging, they all seem to hold their own unique problems and thrills, I think back to when you took on the whole queue of men who were pissing on you, you were so much more innocent back then and yet it was not long ago at all. Now you have done your own porn film, and then I realize, oh shit, I have to get you to perform this thing for the bet, the deal was to get a normal woman to do this disgusting act, if he sees your film somehow he will realize that you are at least now anyway a professional, I have over achieved, I have surpassed my own evil genius I have taken a normal wholesome woman and turned her into a urinal, the problem is all of it has not been in front of Carlos, Carlos has to piss in your mouth or the debt is not paid. I need to think of something, some way of doing this, I am only half listening to you as these thoughts run through my wicked mind, then I hear you stop and I look at you, your words finally reaching my ears as if they were on some kind of delay effect. But they all catch up and I look at you lovingly while I formulate my own delayed response.

"Babe, I know this will sound so terrible, especially after you have just said I am different from Derek and all that, and after I have fucked Laura, I am so terrible and it seems so wrong and unfair that I ask this or tell you rather. To be honest, I just don't know if I can be strong enough to ever watch you fuck or suck a guy off, I was so scared in there, at Laura's so scared and worried that you might be expected to suck Derek off, I mean I was fucking his wife, she had sucked me off, it seemed the next step you know, even the score and all? I just don't think I could do that. I don't own you honey, I never will not even when we are married, and if you ever want to do a film with other men, I won't stop you, it is not my right, I don't own your body but I can't be there, I just couldn't bare to watch you with another man, I am sorry, I wish I could be as strong as you are honey, doing porn films without a mask, getting pissed on by men, I'm just not as daring and courageous as you are in the end. I know that is terrible, I am sorry, hopefully you can forgive me?" I say letting my words weigh on the air as I watch you, trying to imagine what your response might be.

Although I have ulterior motives as it seems is usual, I also am genuine, whether it be my masculine pride or my love for Annie I just couldn't sit there the way Derek did and watch a man fuck my lady like that. I have never understood it and although God knows I have come very close to doing it lately, I still have not witnessed her actually take a cock in one of her precious inside her body or mouth, everyone has their limits it seems, some have rather odd limits, the virgin girl who will take it up the arse to not lose her virginity, the President who will swear that oral sex is not sex - or infidelity, well this was my crazy type limit, you could be pissed on, you could be paraded around naked, you could be fucked by me in public and on film but you cannot be fucked by others, not at all, but as you seem determined on this career, I try to accept that you might want to be fucked by others in a film, well, if that is the case, I will not watch, I will not be there and I know damn well that if I am not there you will never do the film anyway, well at least hopefully, Laura of course will try and change this, she will encourage you and support you anywhere that I cannot, but with any luck, you will feel insecure without me for some time to come.

(Laura) I lie in bed after you two have gone. Annie is my most precious friend who in many ways is still a stranger to me, our connection runs deeper than mere facts and dates, it churns deep inside me as if we have always known each other, as if we didn't know each other until we met, allowing ourselves to run free for the first time ever. What a strange way to escape for you it was too Annie, your manipulative fiancee loses a bet and turns you into a piss mop and as if that wasn't enough makes you a porn star, I mean really? Has he even considered that the bet was to have a normal woman allow herself to be pissed on? If he doesn't hurry up your film will be out and the guy he owes will see that all he did was get a porn star to drink some urine, I mean hardly what they had in mind!

Derek is still asleep in the other room and really I feel like walking in there and shooting him in his sleep, the murderous fantasy makes me laugh but of course I would never do it, I would look terrible in an orange jump suit but the lesbian sex would be fun I am sure.

I wonder if I could ring Annie now, is it too late? Is she being pissed on by Heath who figures that it is too easy to use the toilet now? I think of reasons to call other than crying about Derek. I know, I will call her and see if she wants to meet some better directors, that would be fun, we could meet tomorrow maybe while Heath is at work, yes that will do, oh fuck it bitch just call her!

I pick up the phone and hear your line ringing.

"Hey, oh Heath how's things? Is Annie free? Not tied up somewhere heh heh" yeah whatever sleaze bag, he gets Annie for me and she comes on the line.

"Hey Pissie!.... yeah I am better now, thanks for asking.... yeah still asleep oh well, I will shoot him later...... I'm kidding yeah, well sort of heh heh............ yeah Heath is a dream I know......*gags*...........yah it was a great night............honey, shut up honey....... ok you have stopped talk now, awesome baby!! Ok., so want to meet up tomorrow? I can introduce you to some better directors and we can chat and have lunch and spend Heath's money all that?" I ask her and hope that Heath is working as I really don't want to see him tomorrow at all.

(Heath) I watch and listen as you talk to Laura, I wonder what she is plotting now, you look at me, I nod my head, yeah I am at work, knock yourself out, I mouth.
 
I listen to you sounding so apologetic as you tell me how hard it would be for you to watch another man fuck me, how you'd even been a little tense with the thought Derek might have fucked me or used my mouth at Laura's if things had gone just a little differently -- I just knew you were tense about something! My heart aches at the things you feel you have to say to me, almost like a confession.
by the time you stop, asking me to forgive you, I can't help the smile on my lips even though I know that's not how you feel. But the thought you want me that much, that you want me all to yourself, makes me feel so loved and protected. "Heath, honey, never apologize for wanting me, for caring about me as much as you do. Maybe its a little scary for you to feel so possessive," I almost shiver at that word, it hits such a delicious spot inside of me, "but as long as we share our feelings, I know it will be ok. You'll never end up like Derek, I know you. And I won't let you. If I ever do anything to make you feel that way, then, well.... I don't know... punish me! Just don't let it happen ok? Whatever it takes Heath, I'll do it, for me and you. When it comes to being courageous and daring, you're every bit as brave as me, maybe more. I get to be in the films, and I know its so much harder for you. But again, Heath, never let me do anything you can't handle, ok? I might not always know. And maybe there's sometimes a film will need me to do something, but if you're not ok, please, put a stop to it. Or if I go to far, don't let me get away with it, ok? I don't want to end up like what we saw tonight!"

And then I kiss you, deeply, quickly letting you take over, wanting you to feel in charge, to remind you how much I belong to you, how everything I do is just to make you proud, to be the kind of girl you want. I breath into your kiss, "I'm yours Heath, to do with as you please. You should never feel worried or upset about something I did, I want you to feel in control, every bit as much as me, or more."

The kiss goes on, only interrupted finally by the phone ringing. We look at each other, and I know you must be thinking just as much as I am we could just ignore it. But what if it is important? Something about the film, or another offer? Or something at your work while you've been gone? Or what if Derek woke up and Laura needs us? I kiss you one more time and then breath the words, "I think you should answer it." I want you to feel in control, to know you can't possibly lose me no matter what, because you have all the strings in your hand.

You answer and then your eyebrow goes up and you look a little impatient. I suspect it is someone from your work you don't like who is wasting your time and I'm about to lie back and grab a book to read for a few minutes until you are free again, but then you hand it to me. I give you a sort of universal "for me?" gesture and facial expression and you just nod and shove the phone to me.

"Hello?" I say, not sure who it is. It's Laura, and my voice gives a happy high pitched greeting back to her. "Laura, how are you? I hope everything's ok? Derek still asleep, not giving you any trouble? Like I said, you're welcome here any time you need." I look at you, and you seem distracted but listening with half an ear as the phone conversation goes on. Laura jokes, but there's pain in the humor, talking about shooting Derek even as a joke making it clear to me they can't possibly have a future, at least not without a lot of work from Derek. "Laura, don't shoot him, or, well, shoot him with your camera, catch a shot with all that drool while he's snoring. Maybe you'll feel better." Laura needs to talk though and kind of brusquely but kiddingly silences someone -- me? Derek waking up? But she talks about tomorrow and nothing else seems to matter. I repeat what she says about directors and having lunch with her for your benefit as my eyes are wide with eagerness.

I look to you and you just nod. I can't read your expression, not sure if you really mean it. "Really Heath? You mean it? You have something else to do? Because you could come along if you're free." I'm not sure but it almost sounds like a little groan on the other end of the line, but it's hard to tell. You nod again, mouthing something that I think means you have to work, and I feel like being back in high school again and planning a sleepover with my best friend Pam, "Ok! It's a date! I think Heath will have the car for work so you'll have to pick me up. Maybe 10? Time enough to meet a few directors before lunch? And yeah, we can talk, we should. I assume Derek isn't coming."

My hand reaches for your leg as the conversation on the phone winds down, wanting to keep your engine warm so we can pick up where we left off. Finally Laura hangs up and she sounds almost as eager as I do. I look to you, my hand still lightly stroking your thigh, just teasing your cock with the lightest "accidental" touches. "Thank you Heath. This means so much to her, you know. I know you care about her as much as I do so thanks. But tomorrow is tomorrow, and as great as it will be to meet some directors with Laura, tonight comes first, tonight is with you, tonight is what I want more than anything. Just you and me, and anything you want at all. We could curl up in front of the screen if you're tired. Or..." My eyebrows and lightly dancing fingers leave it open, trying to coax you out of whatever mood the interrupting phone call has put you in.
 
I'm quite happy for you to spend the day with Laura, I need to contact Carlos and start talking about paying off this bet which has been like a monkey on my neck, this bet which has seen me reduce my fiancee to a porn star, a piss whore porn star at that. I have had enough of the whole thing, I am not this person who has orgies and has sex in public, I am not this person who is ok with being with a porn star as a fiancee, I am not this person who wants to have sex with other women even if my fiancee is keen for it to happen and sees sharing my cock with her insane urine drinking sister as something normal, I have come this far, I may as well finish it now, but then I do hope that my life, our life will resume some resemblance of normalcy, I hope this will happen but at the same time I have my doubts that anything will ever be the same again.

You get off the phone and you start to stroke my thigh, you want sex, you want something sexual from me and really this is the last thing I want or need right now, I have cum 3 times today already, once on film, twice in your mouth, the second time after being inside Laura. I think I have had all the sex a man is required to have in a week. I have other things on mind, so many things that I cannot even begin to honestly express to you, and yet I want to tell you, to just tell you that all of this was a set up, none of it had anything to do with love, unless you count the love I feel for myself, no, that wasn't even love, more self preservation really, just using you to save me, all of this piss drinking, using you as a urinal something I had not even wanted from a whore in the past let alone someone I love, all of it has just been like a sick joke. And I feel sad, I feel so sad that you think this is some kind of expression of an everlasting love, it isn't Annie, it just isn't any of that, I should tell you, I should just tell you and be done with it, but would telling you hurt you more? What would purpose would the truth serve? To make me feel better at the expense of destroying you? I cannot tell you without exposing Laura's part in all of this also, your sister that you love so much and I know you two have a genuine connection however it was formed, it is still a real connection born of deceit and yet still true, like the rose that grows from being fed manure.

If you found out that the two people closest to you were implicit in your manipulation it would kill you, you have spent your whole life at the mercy of others, other people telling you what you are worth and now, just now at this point in time that you feel everything is going so well to let the air out of your balloon and send you crashing down to Earth in flames would be the ultimate act of cruelty, no, I must weather this storm myself, I will see myself through it and out of it and I will support you no matter what you wish to do, even if you choose to fuck other men on film I will deal with it, I will deal with anything just to try and make this right. Just to try and earn your forgiveness even if you do not know you are forgiving me or have in fact been manipulated.

Your hand on my thigh, I feel so much anger within myself, if I do anything sexual at all right now it will be cruel, it will be depraved and kinky and yet this is what you have come to expect, you have come to link these acts with passion and love, I don't care right now, I will start my repentance after the debt has been repaid, after the storm has passed. Right now, I need a release and once again my loving Annie will pay the price for my weakness.

I tell you to get me a jug of water, you smile and fetch it for me. I pour the glass and skull it down fast and hard, I finish the water quickly, the whole jug gone in minutes, it doesn't long before it is all gone. I am angry this will be angry sex, furious kink. I look at you, to you I probably look horny, passionate, perhaps these feelings can make a man feel that way too.

I am still quite full with the wine from our dinner, my bladder bursting.

"Tonight will be different Annie, I want to do things differently, more furious, more angry, I want to piss in your mouth and on you in ways I have not done before, I want to really take this whole Annie Pisswhore thing to new extremes, are you up for it? Do you want to go for a walk in the dark with me? If you do go and kneel in the shower this time, take this pillow for your knees, go kneel in the shower, naked and obedient, beg for my piss, beg for my cock, but I am feel strange urges, so be warned, they are strange urges and they can only be sated by you" I tell you trying to mix some romance with my sickness, I want to totally immerse myself in darkness and you no doubt will help me.
 
Your request for a jug of water comes strangely without a smile, but it doesn't register with me at first as I still feel warm and good about being close to you and how much better our relationship is than Laura and Derek's -- or anybody's for that matter. I pop up and scamper eagerly to the kitchen for you, my heels discarded by now and padding comfortably in bare feet.

By the time I come back you're still not smiling and my smile fades as I can't help wondering if something is wrong? I feel like all those times when my dad would look at me like that, something clearly wrong even though I had no idea what, no idea how to keep him from being mad about it, whatever it was I was doing wrong. "Here honey. I got you some ice too, in case..." But you're already downing the water like you ate a whole plate of jalapenos, and I sit back quietly, my feet tucked under me, watching you with a growing look of almost wounded puzzlement in my eyes. You don't smirk at me between gulps. You don't give me little teasing looks, the ones that give me the shivers. Your eyes have all your usual intensity and more, but the look is hard, harder than your cock, like some of the men in the porn we watch. I can tell you want me, and I'm so ready and wet for you I swear you must have heard the moisture between my legs just when I settled back down on the bed with you. But everything just feels a little different.

I swallow the uncertainties down as hard as you're swallowing the water, reminding myself you're not my dad, nothing like him at all. You must just be so turned on, maybe having been inside Laura and now back with me somehow new for you, bringing out some new inner intensity.

I give a nervous little laugh as you down the last of it, fidgeting with my hands in my lap. You talk and I look up from the play of one thumb around the other, back in your eyes. You talk about taking things farther, pushing new limits and boundaries. I can't help shuddering a little, and I don't know whether it's the fear or excitement, or both. There is a crackling energy coming off you, and you have a predator's eyes, like you're a wolf and I'm lunch. I squirm a little where I sit and nod nervously. "Well, yes, of course I'm ready honey. For you." I wait for a twinkle in your eye, something to soften the hard edge but I don't see it. I smile at you, trying to twinkle back, to draw it out of you but it feels false on me too now as I mostly feel nervous about where this is headed. What is darker? What is more extreme than the perfection we already have?

And why are you angry? What did I do? I feel my throat tightening as I think about it, that you are have fury and anger. What am I doing wrong. I look down, thinking maybe at least its good we can communicate about it like this, that you have a way of expressing it. But as you tell me more, all I know is you want me kneeling and naked on a pillow in the shower, and that you want me to beg. The only sugar that keeps my face from turning white is the idea that I'm the only one who could satisfy these urges you seem to be dealing with. Only me.

I nod weakly, my knees a little shaky as I get up. Your pillow is right beside me and I touch it, but then think better of it. "Heath, could you hand me my pillow please? Don't want to, well... you know..." Maybe you'll share yours with me tonight, sleep with your head right next to mine on a single pillow. It's kind of romantic actually, except my whole body is jangling like a fire alarm.

Down the hall I go, my ears alert to any sound of you following me. At the bathroom door I look back and don't see you following yet. I slowly undress, imagining myself doing a strip tease for you as I remove each item, but you don't come out to see it, leaving me naked and alone in the hall, standing on a pile of my discarded clothes. I make a little sigh for the missed opportunity and step lightly into the bathroom, to the tub, only then I remember what you wanted. The shower this time. Ok, the shower.

The pillow goes down first. There isn't as much room as in the tub but its ok, there's enough, but I wonder how this is going to work. Unless you keep the door open and stand outside, you'll be very close to me, not like peeing over the edge of the tub. A shrug of my shoulders helps me to let go of that. You know what you want, and I've always loved what you wanted, especially when what you want is me.

Down to my knees, I turn and face the open bathroom door where you're going to enter. Nothing. At least not yet. And I don't hear you coming yet either, unless you're tiptoeing, or maybe peeking in from the dark hallway at the reflection in the big mirror over the sink. But I would have heard, wouldn't I. I wait quietly. Am I supposed to beg you from here while you're still in the bedroom? I really don't know what to expect, or how to do what you want, and I don't like this, feeling like my desperate teenage self still living with my dad's unpredictability, never sure what I would do wrong next. "Heath?" My voice is very quiet, just in case you're right out in the hallway. You can't be too far away, not after drinking all that water, so I don't worry about getting too comfortable for a long wait, sure you'll come in a second.
 
All I can remember is the darkness enveloping me, I started thinking harsher and harsher thoughts, my emotions went cold, I cared little for Annie's comfort, in fact I started to become very annoyed at her, her nice girl shtick was pissing me off, she saw all of this degradation and humiliation as an expression of love, it was anything but love, it was the cold manipulation of a nice sweet girl who had been rendered insecure as part of her upbringing, she had been knocked about every step of the way and now the man she loved was using her as well.

The darkness was as much about me hating myself as hating her, perhaps I hated her because she made it too easy to be myself, too easy to manipulate her, I thought back to that first day I pissed on her, all I had to do was let her stumble upon some piss porn and the get upset when she questioned it, she could have just accepted that her boyfriend like kinky videos, but no, she had to offer herself, offer to experience it with me, I knew she didn't like it, I mean who would like getting pissed on? What kind of fucked up fetish is that anyway?! Everything just snowballed from there and now I am engaged to a porn star, I mean what happens with that now? Can she go back to college? What if my work colleagues see it? What happens to me?

The anger kept rising, I was sick of being all kind and considerate, I wanted to be rough, I wanted to surrender to the darkness that I was quickly delving deeper and deeper into. I was too weak to tell you the truth, about all of this, not wanting to hurt you by telling you the truth about all the lies I had told you. So now you would once again pay the price.

I tell you that I will be more extreme, that you are too go and wait for me in the shower, kneel on a pillow, I allow you that comfort at least, perhaps wanting to spare myself the inconvenience of dealing with you having knee issues later on. I down the last of the water and you walk down the hallway, I feel dark and guilty, it feels like I have sent you to the execution chambers, I feel like calling out Dead Woman Walking! Such is the feeling of the emotional heaviness on me at the moment.

I can feel your sorrow, you want tenderness but I don't even want to be sexual with you, I just really wanted to go sleep but you seemed to want my attention, well now you will receive it, you will receive the harshness that dwells within me right now. You will pay the price for my weakness and corruption.

I feel excited but not in that sensual light way, I feel excited in that angry adrenaline surge kind of way, the way a man feels when he is going to fight someone, except I don't have to fight you, you have surrendered already, you will do anything I want you to do, and that makes me sick.

I walk down the hall, you are already waiting for me in the shower. I am naked as I walk in, you naked and kneeling, looking up at me like a lost fawn in the forest, and even though I know I am being so cruel, and it actually makes me feel rather disgusted in myself, I still want to do this, I still want to cross the line from kink to abuse, I want to abuse you, perhaps I want you to just leave me, to save yourself. A part of me wants to break down in tears and tell you all but the demon in me holds that back and I approach you my hard cock in my hand until I am right in front of you.

Without saying a word I grab the back of your head and thrust my cock in your mouth, I thrust it hard and deep, pushing in and out fucking your mouth as though it were your cunt, I listen as you gag, splutter, as I pull out and then back in strands of your phlegm stick to it in a disgusting display of lust, I keep fucking your mouth harder and harder, I pinch your nose and hold my cock in your mouth, wanting you to choke, to cough, your mascara streaming down your eyes mixed with your tears and still I hold it there.

I release it for a bit and let you catch your breath, then I put my cock back in deep and pinch your nose again, and then I get my real evil on, I start to urinate, I urinate deep down your throat as I pinch your nose and I can see your mouth fill up with piss, some of it dribbling out the side of your mouth, I am evil, I am evil, I keep saying to myself as I piss in your mouth, you cough and choke, and I don't care one bit about your discomfort, except, I do, I do care, what has possessed me, what has driven me to do this to you, the darkness leaves me, leaves me and leaves me filled with guilt.

I stand back, looking down at you, I want to cry. I help you up and hold you. I cry, I can't hold it back anymore, I cry like a baby.

"I'm sorry" is all I can mutter.
 
Finally, your footsteps, but they sound ominous in my ears. I must be projecting some inner insecurity, I know, because you love me and even if you want to try things a little more extreme I shouldn't be afraid of you. But I can't help trembling a little on my knees as you round into view. You are naked too, and I can see your hard cock immediately as you come close, your eyes staring at me like a hawk eyes a little mouse. I look up at you, never having felt so small as you stand over me, but I don't say anything, just waiting quietly as my heart pounds out a million questions a minute for you.

The sight of your cock in my hand splits my attention with the sight of your eyes looking over my kneeling body. My own eyes take in its familiar heft held in your strong fingers, the ridges and veins my body knows oh so well. Even through the dreadful electricity crackling between us, I can feel myself responding to the sight of you. My eyes glance at your powerful legs right in front of my face, then slowly up your body, across your abdomen, up to your broad chest and then you chin and face. It is so hard to just keep my hands down, to keep myself from reaching forward to just touch your leg, to try to soothe you with a gentle stroke of my fingers on the heavy muscles of your thigh.

You cut that thought off completely, though, suddenly and forcefully reaching for my head. I yelp in surprise but I hold still, not trying to push you away. Your legs sift apart just a little, to lower your cock a little to the level of my mouth down where I'm kneeling. My eyes blink and peer up at yours so briefly, but all I see is cock, thick and threatening, coming at my face, your hands not letting me move at all in any direction. The feeling of your thick head thrusting at my lips is powerful and frightening, like you are taking what you want even though its already yours. My lips open willingly, accepting your shaft into my mouth, aching to show you that I belong to you, that you don't need to do it this way, but you just push in even deeper, even harder.

I gasp, my hands rising nervously from my lap, like they want to push off on your thighs only I keep my wrists bent back so my hands can't quite do what they want, not wanting you to think I would say no to your desire for me. But my body tenses at the way you are thrusting between my lips, so roughly across my tongue, fucking me really, treating my mouth like a pleasure receptacle rather than the smile of a loved one.

I'm groaning and slurping helplessly. Each brutal thrust forces me back a little and your legs step forward into the shower a little, following my slow helpless retreat until you have my head pinned against the shower wall, my torso leaning awkwardly backward from where I kneel. Your thrusts deepen, working to the edge of my gag reflex, and each time your shaft pulls free more of my body's thick fluids choked up onto your cock hands between your shining shaft and my lips. I look up at you, miserable, panting for breath each time you pull out.

Then you thrust deep, and deeper still. My body writhes in a gentle panic without leaving my knees, my head still trapped against the wall and firmly in your grip. But you let go with one hand and reach to pinch my nose shut so I can't even breath at all now. Still you push in deeper, your thick shaft lodged in my throat, making me choke and gag and not letting me breath through my nose.

I can't help it. Tears stream down my cheek and my hands lose their battle, pushing back helplessly on your legs now. But you have me pinned and nothing I do -- not crying, not whimpering, not pushing weakly at your legs -- affects your ferocity.

Finally you pull free, and as I sob and peer upward at you through my tears I hope its over, that you're somehow taken what you needed and that you'll lay me down and fuck me properly now, letting me breath, letting me see and feel your love again. I'm gasping for breath, my face hot and great thick gobs of drool running down my chin, but my hands don't leave your thighs to wipe it away as it slowly drips onto my breasts.

I whimper as you reach for my nose again, barely able to draw a breath to hold as you force yourself back into my mouth and then my throat. I hear the weak, whining sound as my throat feels you stretching me out, and my fingers clutch at your thighs now, just trying to hold on as I feel totally helpless.

Your cock feels different in my lips, something happening, but I don't realize what until my throat feels warm, and then I'm choking and gagging, your piss burbling up around the plug of your cock in my throat. I'm drowning in your piss, feeling it spurting out of my lips as my panicked mouth can't hold it in, my pinned down tongue can't swallow it. I feel horrible, like my failure to swallow it, letting it all run down my chin and body, is a failure to love you enough. I don't know what I've done to make this happen, to make you have to treat me this way, but I want to fix it. But I can't breath, can't swallow, can't get away, your piss filling my world as my universe shrinks down to little else.

I'm afraid I'm going to die, can I really drown on your piss? Breathless sobs, my body spasming fearfully against the wall and your legs trapping me, I start to see stars, wondering if your pelvis grinding against my nose is the last thing I'll ever see.

Finally you pull back, a last gush of unswallowed piss and crude coughed up fluids run down my chin as I cough and gag and struggle to breath again. I'm so scared and relieved and confused I'm not even crying now, but I know my face is mess of tears and mascara and spit and piss. You look down at me and your expression breaks my heart. I don't know what I've done to you, but you look miserable. As you extend a big hand down to me, I take it immediately, wanting to come to you, to press myself against you, to close this horrible gap that has opened between us.

You draw me into your arms, hugging me as deeply and powerfully as you fucked my throat, and my arms slip around you, my face wet and disgusting against your chest and shoulders, your cock resting thickly trapped between your body and my pelvis. I hold you tight and somehow our hug starts moving. I'm not sure who's rocking whom, until I feel your body shaking in my arms, feel your tears against me cheek, and realize I'm trying so hard to comfort you.

As bad as it was, it was what you needed, and I can tell it wasn't enough, still not enough. You sob that you're sorry and I shush you and rock you, my own tears starting to flow silently, not letting my own sobs free while you still need me. "Don't worry, Heath. It's ok, you don't ever have to apologize to me for anything." I stroke your strong back with my hand and hold you tight with the other, pressing my body against yours as hard as I can, wanting to merge with you, to take the pain in your heart into my own so you won't suffer. "Let me help. Please Heath, what's wrong? What have I done? What can I change? We can fix this. It's going to be ok." I still taste your piss and my own bile as I hold you in my arms with all the love in my heart.
 
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