Uhh... (Dark)

**This chapter is labeled as 'Dark', which means it will showcase darker themes, like ****, CNC, Watersports, scat, and others. This is your content warning.**

"Woah, WOAH!" John instinctually grabbed her hair to try and get her off, but Sarah just bit her lip and moaned slightly when he did that.

"Do you want to punish me for that? Hurt me? Put your hands on me, hit me, better yet, make me hit myself." Sarah was still under his grip, and running her hands across his legs. Gone was the beautiful, graceful, funny friend John had known. In her place was a true deviant, someone who wanted John in any way he would have her, no matter what.

"You... Want me to hit you Sarah?"

"I want you to do whatever you want to me. I want you to hit me until your hand gets tired. I want you to **** me as hard and long as you want. I want you to cum in my eye so all I can see is your hot fucking load. I want you to shit in my mouth so I can thank you for feeding me." Sarah beamed at you. "I'm serious, John. What can I do to make you believe me?"

John was in a daze. The entire dynamic of his lifelong friendship changed in an instant, as his eyes lazily locked with Sarah's sweaty form beneath him. She was desperately trying to reach the zipper on his pants, pawing at him despite being held just out of reach by John. Only hearing a portion of her speech, he uttered "Hi...hit yourself."

SMACK

Sarah's hand cracked across her face, startling John with how much **** was involved. He expected a light smack, but Sarah went in with surprising ****. Pushing his luck, he continued.

"...Harder?"

*SMACK*

Sarah had a few tears running down her face now, after nearly doubling the **** she used last time. John felt his boner quickly reaching it's maximum, and tried to excuse himself to clear his head.

"Sarah, I need to go to the bathroom real quick. I'll, uh, be right back." He said, rising to his feet and releasing Sarah.

"Wait! John, please," she tugged on his pant leg as he got up. "Please, let me. Piss on me. Or in me, or on my floor so I can smell you later. Just let me... Have you that way."

*I mean, she did hit herself when I said. Maybe I am that lucky that this is real?*

"Ok," John said, after a long thought of deliberation. "I'll do that for you. I don't know why you want it, and I'm positive you're not gonna like it, but I'll let you get this out of your system so we can go back to normal."

"Eeeeee! Thank you thank you thank you!!!" Sarah screamed while John began to undress. His cock practically sprang from his pants, smacking Sarah across the face. She moaned, and immediately started licking and sucking it.

"Jus pheel phree to let et rhip" Sarah said, not bothering to remove his cock from her mouth.

It took John a second to actually start pissing, going from a soft trickle to a strong stream, right down Sarah's warm throat. Sarah's eyes began to water as she began to gulp down the rapidly increasing amount of liquid in her mouth. She had never tasted piss before, but she found herself falling in love with the taste. If it was coming from John, she knew she would never get enough. Her lips were poised right around the head of John's cock, using her hands to rapidly rub her cunt beneath her shorts. It almost became too much for her, but rather than pull back and lose his precious piss she chose to **** instead. *Fuck yes, John, fucking use me. Don't even care if I live, I'd do anything for you,* She thought.

Slowly the stream died down, and Sarah's face went from a possibly dangerous purple back to a crimson red as she began coughing and catching her breath.

"-cough cough- Holy -cough- Holy SHIT dude! That was amazing oh my goddddddddd" Sarah began spasming as swallowing the final bit of John's golden liquid pushed her over the edge. In the past, she was a very vanilla lover, practically domming her partners to her mundane desires. There was no need for anything else fancy, just some handsy foreplay, maybe some quick oral, then missionary to completion (usually just for them, she bemoaned). This was pure, unadulterated, filthy bliss. She knew she would never be satisfied with anything less again.

John stood there, watching his friend writhe beneath him. As much as it weirded him out, he couldn't help but think how hot it was. All the years of awkwardly pining for Sarah seemed worth it if she was behaving like this now. *Fuck it*, he thought, *in for a penny...*

"Sarah, take off my pants, I'll give you what you want... If you still want it?" John questioned, but he felt he already knew the answer.

Wordlessly, Sarah lurched forward out of her cum puddle beneath her and practically ripped down John's pants. All that escaped her mouth was the moans of ecstasy as the aftertaste of piss lingered in her throat.

"What next master? What do you want me to do?"

John winced. "Alright, hold up. I don't know what's gotten into you, but I don't want it to change what's between us. That means no 'master', or 'sir', or... I don't know 'god-king' weirdness. Just regular John is fine. Good, even. Amazing, one might say."

Sarah giggled, smiling up at John. "Ok John, how do you want to use your useless, free-use, cocktoy rapeslut?"

"I need to take a shit" John said, matter-of-fact. "And you offered, so..."

"Eeeeieeee!" Sarah squealed. "I thought it would take you longer, please use my mouth toilet!" She crawled around behind John, kissing all over his ass cheeks. Her tongue wormed it's way inside John's hole. "You taste amazing, thank you baby, thank you so much. Please shit in my mouth John!"

John fully removed his pants, and formed a low squat. "I'm going to sit on your face, you...Whore?" John said almost as a question, still unsure how mean he wanted to be to Sarah.

"Mmmhmmm!!" Sarah squealed, laying face up on the floor. "Ahhhhhhh" her mouth agape, with her hands pawing at her tits and cunt. "Hehe I'm like the sexiest toilet ever, aren't I, John? All for you, anytime, anywhere! Next time my parents are in town and take us out, you should piss down my throat again in front of them. That was so yummy!"