"Be my urinal"

Her eyes widen and the look of shock on her face sends your heart pounding. Yes, definitely far too for lovely Amy. You wait for her to scream at you or start crying more.

Instead, she says softly, "You--you want to pee on me?"

You swallow before answering. "Yes. And not just on you. In you."

Those blue eyes widen even more. "In ... my mouth?"

You nod. "Among other places, yes."

She gulps, eyes fixed on yours. "In...my pussy?"

You nod.

"And...in my...ass?"

You can't believe she's actually asking you if you want to piss in her ass, but she is. She's not screaming, not crying, seems to genuinely want to understand your fucked up desires. You can feel your cock is rock hard in your pants.

"Yes," you say huskily, "I want to piss in your mouth, in your pussy, and in your ass."

There is a moment of silence as you stare at each other. You wonder just what she's thinking. She can't possibly agree to this. It's not like you're that great of a boyfriend. There's no way she'd be willing to--

"How often?" she asks, interrupting your thoughts. "How often would you want to do this?"

Jesus. She's really considering it. Well, you think, might as well shoot for the moon. But still, it's a shock when you hear the words you say aloud next.

"You would be my urinal, Amy. Anytime I need to piss."

She gasps and you can see the choice she is to make -- in her pained eyes, in the way her forehead is furrowed, in her body as it collapses inwardly in a pose of self-protection. You think, she won't do it. She has too much self-esteem. She'll take that broken heart and nurse it until it mends, rather than submitting to your disgusting desires and allowing herself to be your urinal, whenever you need to take a--

She interrupts your thoughts again with a simple word. "Okay."

"Okay?" you ask stupidly.

Amy nods. "I'll do it. I'll be your urinal, whenever you need to piss. I told you, Elliot, I'll do whatever it takes. Because I love you."

Your heart is pounding wildly, as is the cock in your pants. You stare at your beautiful girlfriend, who was about to be your ex-girlfriend. Now that she has made her decision, her face has relaxed somewhat. She bats her eyelashes and says: