"This isn't exactly my first time."

Of course it's not. How silly to assume that you could give a freak like Carrie any kind of first experience. Still, you're not exactly jealous, but kinda disappointed. You can't help but ask more. "Oh really?"

Carrie gives you a naked shrug. "I used to know a guy who was into it so..." She notices your expression. "Are you jealous?"

"No..." you insist. "I guess I just thought I was the first guy you dated who was into it."

Carrie smiles "Well I didn't say I dated him..."

Okay, now you're very curious. "What does that mean? Did he just walk up to you on the street and say he needed to pee?"

Carrie laughs. "No, of course not. Remember how I told you I tended bar at a strip club for just two months a few years ago? He was my boss."

You wince. "That sounds creepy."

But Carrie doesn't seem to mind. "It came with the territory. I mean, it wasn't just me. I'm sure he and his friends were messing around with all the girls."

"His friends?"

Carrie's face suddenly registers that she's revealed another naughty detail. So she has to answer for it. "Yes. Sometimes he'd bring friends."

"To piss on you?"

Carrie rolls her eyes "Yes. You really don't need to be jealous. You're in a small club. Most men I've known have not pissed on me." Now there's a qualified statement you think.

But you can't help but push. "Wait... how many have?" Carrie gives you a look. "What? I want to know how many. Ten? Twenty? I'm just going to assume it's one hundred."

"Okay, okay. Calm down. Not more than thirty."

The thought sticks with you all through the night. You thought you were doing something special with Carrie and now you find out there are 29 other guys in that club. You lay in bed, next to Carrie, and ponder the details. Did they do it one at a time? All at once? Were they guys she knew? Unlikely. That means your girlfriend has willingly made herself a toilet for total strangers. The thought angers and turns you on at the same time.

Fuck it, you think. You roll over and wrap your arms around Carrie. You're not even sure if she's awake. One arm grabs her tit, the other slides between her legs into her soft pussy. She stirs, just a bit.

You whisper into her ear. "Whatever those guys did, I'm going to do it better. I'm going to make you into the biggest piss rag in the state." Then you slip off to sleep.

In the morning you wake and go before Carrie rises. You look at her, lying there blissfully, wondering if she even heard or registered a word you said last night. It's okay if not. You were feeling a bit wild, after all. It would be okay if you just went back to your normal sex life with her now, which admittedly is great.

At about noon you get a text from Carrie with an embedded video. Weird. She doesn't usually send you videos in the middle of the day. Text and emoji's, sure.

You sneak off somewhere private and hit 'play'

It's Carrie, at work, in a small private bathroom, bottomless, squatting, rubbing fast and hard. She's breathless. "I heard... every word you.... said... last night... and I can't... wait." She mites her lip and moans. Then she grabs a glass off a nearby table, slips it under her and lets loose a stream of piss, filling the glass. "Now, I promise, no one else in the world has ever seen me do this." She takes the glass, raises it to her mouth and chugs it. "I'm ready to get started as soon as I see you tonight."

Well shit, now you need a plan. Your head is foggy, your cock is hard, and you need a clear eyed plan to make Carrie into the biggest piss rag in the state.