Swallowing

She'll never go for this one.

Cassie has been obviously nervous about the prospect of swallowing, so you're confident she'll finally so no, upholding her own dignity, especially because the demands are even more outrageous.

Later that day, the two of you are in the bathroom. We seem to spend a lot of time in here together now. Cassie is holding your cock between her lips, and expertly directing the flow into the bowl. She never misses now.

The flow comes to a stop and, before you know it, your cock is in her mouth for its final cleanup. She's a real expert at this. And, you have to admit, it's pretty hot, if for no other reason than your cock ends up in her mouth several times a day.

She hasn't pulled all the way off when you say, "Cassie, there's something I've been wanting to ask you."

She pulls off immediately and looks up at you. Your cock is erect and waving ominously next to her face. "You don't want me to swallow it, do you?"

"Actually, I do. I've been thinking about it a lot. I guess the way you kept asking about it made me think about it more... in a way it's your fault!" you say. "It's pretty nasty, though, isn't it? If you aren't comfortable..."

"I sort of felt this was coming," she replies calmly, standing up. She tucks your cock back into your pants and zips them. "I guess subconsciously, really."

"Wait!" you interrupt. "There's... there's a catch."

She gives a little smile. "There's always a catch. Well? What is it?"

"I want you to do it once a day. If you swallow in the morning, it will just be whatever I, umm, have from during the night. But if you swallow in the evening, I will drink a lot of water. That way the pee will be more clear, and have less taste -- but there will be a lot more of it. You'll have to drink the full volume -- none on your face."

"I see," she said. "And what about the mouthwash? And the orgasms? And the cleanup?"

"Swallowing would count for orgasms, though if you wanted an orgasm mid-day, you'd have to either swallow or wash out your mouth," you say. It almost sounds like good news -- but good news is bad, you want this to be as awful as possible, so she'll say no. "And you'd still have to do cleanup."

She looked thoughtful. No! Do not look thoughtful! "Could I try both ways and see which I prefer?"

"Yes," you say.

"I know what the morning stuff tastes like," she says. "How about we try the evening vintage tonight?"

That afternoon you begin drinking water like it's going out of style. You drink five large cupfuls. Or was it six? Your bladder is full to bursting. The only good thing about this setup is that at least you'll be well-hydrated. Eventually you can't stand it, and you go find Cassie. She's sitting in the living room, reading a book.

"Is it time?" she asks.

"Yes," you say. "I'm doing the pee dance already."

She laughs.

You go to the bathroom. You both strip down and walk into the shower. Cassie kneels in front of you. "How do you want to do it?" she asks. "Straight down my throat?"

"No," you reply. That wouldn't show up on the security cameras. "I'd like to fill your mouth, then pause and have you swallow, and then repeat. And... maybe you could just hold it there until I tell you to swallow?"

In response, she opens her mouth wide. You start to pee, as you normally would, directly into her mouth. Your pee is nearly clear. You fill her mouth rapidly, as you have to go very badly, so badly in fact that you have trouble stopping the flow. The consequences for getting this wrong seem severe, though, so you manage somehow.

Cassie's tongue is visible through the pool of piss in her mouth. Tiny bubbles have formed near her teeth. "Swallow," you say. She shuts her mouth and tries. For one horrific moment it looks as though she will gag and cough it all out, but she recovers and holds up a finger. She takes a deep breath, and gulps it down.

"Tastes better!" she says, and then opens her mouth again.

You count five mouthfuls, and after she's swallowed the last, she says, "Let's try morning tomorrow. Maybe the lower volume will be easier."

For the rest of the week, she alternates between morning and evening. On Friday, she comes to you to ask if you would give her some mouthwash and then go down on her. You think maybe she is just being nice, trying to cater to the fetish she thinks you have.

Two weeks pass this way, and you are presented once again with some options.