Jesse becomes David's piss hole

Jesse went to work that day with David's piss churning in her stomach. She found herself getting wet at the thought of being this disgusting man's receptacle, used as a utility to deplete his waste in.

She didn't intend on sleeping with David. Although he had a sizable cock, definitely larger than yours, she knew her limits and it's one she could not handle. Besides, she loved you and didn't intend on screwing that up. But yet there was something about David that made her want to serve him, to humiliate herself for his pleasure in a way that she had never felt for you.

Being de-virginized by you only recently increased this wanton need in her. She has never explored kinks or discovered what she really liked. But she liked this.

Text from David: Come home for your lunch break. I just drank a gallon of water after my run and I'm bursting.

Jesse types back: I don't know what this is, David. But I like it. I'll be there.

She returned home to an empty apartment. David had already left. A mason jar filled with David's nectar sitting on the counter top. A post-it note attached -- "Had to leave. Be a good girl and serve my piss. Put it in it's proper hole."

Jesse strolled up to the counter and lifted the jar to her nose. She smelled it -- just like before, wreaking of David's dominating putrid scent. She couldn't wait. Her pussy was gushing at the thought. Jesse tipped the jar and began guzzling David's urine like she was dying of thirst. She could feel her stomach expanding with it as finished, swallowing every last drop, licking the rim of the jar.

She texted David a picture of the empty jar.

David texts: Good slut.

She texts back: I want us to get one thing clear. I do not want to sleep with you. I do not want to risk losing John. But I am your toilet. Your cock doesn't deserve to pee in toilets anymore.

David: Understood. Sometimes I like to pee in the shower. Planning on having one tonight after work. Be there and do your job.