The Aftermath

Her clothes are in your washing machine, churning in soapy water. They'll soon be clean, with no sign of the piss soaking they took.

But what about Amy? Will the disgusting residue of today be so easily washed away? Or will it leave a stain that can't be removed?

Despite her dirty talk and her impressive ability to drink down your piss without puking, you can hear her sobbing in the bathroom. That's after hearing her shower and brush her teeth and gargle with mouthwash and brush her teeth again. She's been in that bathroom for half an hour, seemingly doing everything she can to scrub away the degrading thing you made her do.

No, you think. That's not right. You didn't make her do anything. She willingly chose it. Amy could have walked out and accepted that you were dumping her. Instead, she chose to give you what you wanted. She chose to be your urinal.

You casually flip through Tinder on your phone, checking out girls. Yes, this makes you a total asshole. You're looking at possibilities, new conquests, while the girl who loves you, who just let you do something completely obscene to her, is crying her eyes out in your bathroom. You know that you will not be going to heaven when you die, but you don't care.

Besides, you are under no illusion that Amy is going to be able to handle doing this again. She'll dry her hair and put on fresh clothes from the drawer you've let her use and when she goes home today and goes to sleep and wakes up the next morning she will realize what an absolute shit you are and that there is no reason to stay in this supremely fucked up situation.

Except this doesn't happen.

When she finally opens the bathroom door, a white towel wrapped around her body, another turbaned in her hair, there are no tears. She walks over to you and kisses you deeply, passionately, her body pressing against you. Tongues twirl, eyes close, hands slide around backs. It is a moment of pure romantic eroticism.

Amy breaks the kiss, panting with quick breaths, those sea-blue eyes boring into you. "Can we do something normal?" she asks. "Can we make love?"

Never in your life have you called fucking making love, and your first instinct is to burst out laughing. But you have enough sense not to do that. Instead, you smile sweetly and gently unwrap her towels, tossing them on the floor. You strip down as she gets on your bed, and then you slowly mount her in missionary position. Nice, normal sex.

She purrs as you enter her, and for a moment you think, this is nice. Then you realize it's too nice. You are in danger of losing your erection, despite the enveloping warmth of her cunt and the charms of her naked body. You close your eyes as you thrust and imagine your pretty girlfriend on her knees in a public washroom, her head in the urinal, as you piss a yellow stream all over her face. Your pace quickens, your cock stays hard, you moan as you fuck her.

Amy whispers in your ear, "What are you thinking about?" and your eyes open and you look at her. She has sensed that you are somewhere else, lost in a fantasy. Should you tell her what you were just picturing? Fuck no.

You give her your most loving smile. "I'm just happy to be here with you."

She arches her eyebrows slightly, breathing heavily as you keep thrusting away inside of her. "It's okay. You can tell me. You're thinking about...peeing on me, aren't you?"

There's a pause as you consider what to say and she considers what you're considering what to say. Then you nod quickly. "Yes."

She kisses you then, her tongue inside your mouth, pushing in just like your cock is pushing into her. Then she whispers, "It's really important to you, this...desire. I can see that, even if I don't entirely understand it. But...I want to understand it."

Your thrusts deepen and you both moan together. You're not sure what there is to understand exactly, except that you are a depraved fuck who is getting off on degrading her.

Her hands are wrapped around you, holding your ass, pulling you into her. She says, "Cum inside me, my darling. Cum inside me and then piss in my pussy."

Fuck. That makes you howl with desire and push yourself up harder into her. "Say it again," you hiss.

Amy grinds herself against you as you slip and slide in and out of her slick wetness. "I want you to piss in my pussy," she says in her sultriest voice. "I want you to fill me with your nasty hot piss. I want you to cum in my cunt, so much cum, and then I want you to wash it away with your urine."

God. You are pounding away at her, so close to exploding, her filthy words driving you mad.

"Use me as your urinal," she cries. "My pussy was made to be peed in, to be filled with your piss. I want you to piss in me every day. I want to be your little piss whore."

So. Close. The wet friction of her pussy, the filthy excitement of her words, have you right on the edge of a massive orgasm. Then she says the words that push you way over the edge, launch you into outerspace.

Your sweet, innocent, lovely Amy says, "Fill my vagina with your cum and piss and then make me squirt it out and drink it, like the dirty toilet I am."