Dinner and a movie

The next day, you text Amy asking if she wants to go out that night for dinner and a movie. She is, of course, thrilled that you have asked her out on such a normal type of date. You know that this will be anything but normal.

When you pick her up, Amy is dressed for the occasion. Instead of her usual jeans and modest blouse, she is wearing a white dress with a V-neck that accentuates her breasts and a short hemline revealing her sexy legs. She smiles happily when you tell her she looks beautiful and leans in for a hug. You hold her in your arms, squeeze her tight, and picture the white material of her sexy dress soaked in piss and stuck to her body.

The restaurant is upscale, and you have a table in a secluded corner. Amy is in a chatty mood, clearly pleased to be out with you, and she regales you with stories of her day at work. You order a nice bottle of wine, which only makes her more chatty, and by the time your entrees come Amy's face is flush with drink and her eyes twinkle with tipsy delight.

You are both halfway through your meals -- some kind of grilled fish for Amy, steak for you -- when you tell her that you need to piss. She starts to move her chair to let you go past her to the restroom, but you shake your head.

"I need to piss, Amy. Do you understand?"

Her face falls. "Wh--what, here?"

You nod. "Yes. Did you forget what you are?"

She swallows hard, sighs, and shakes her head.

"Tell me, Amy," you whisper. "What are you?"

"I am your urinal," she whispers back obediently. "But, do I really have to--"

"Get under the table," you say quietly but firmly. Her eyes go wide, she lets out a little squeal, then immediately puts her hand over her mouth.

"You can't be serious," she hisses, hand moving from her mouth. "I can't possibly do that here!"

"Get under the table," you repeat, looking her right in the eyes.

The face she is making is absolutely exquisite, full of anguish and shame and horror and humiliation. She looks around, sighs heavily, then quickly darts under the table. You feel her fingers unzip you and take your cock out. You breathe with pleasure as her mouth wraps around your head. Slicing off a small piece of steak, you chew it slowly and relax your bladder, feeling your urine begin to flow into the mouth of your pretty girlfriend, who is kneeling under the table.

Her gulping sounds are discreet, and you're sure no one else can hear. She is swallowing your flow quickly, determined not to spill a drop on the new dress she purchased today for her romantic night out. You drank a lot of water with dinner, plus there was the wine, and a cocktail beforehand. There is a lot of piss for her to drink.

"Is everything to your satisfaction?" You look up to see the waiter smiling at you. You wonder if he hears the little squeak of surprise under the table, or the subsequent glugging as Amy continues to service your pissing cock.

"Oh, it's fantastic," you smile. You gesture at Amy's empty chair. "My girlfriend thinks everything tastes wonderful, too."

He nods and smoothly walks away. You reach under the table, stroke Amy's hair, and whisper, "You're doing a very good job, urinal."

It's a long two minutes before you finish pissing down Amy's throat, and another minute after that for her to zip you up, get back up without being noticed, and sit down in her chair. Her face is bright red, her dress is askew, her hair is messy. Impressively, she managed to not spill a drop.

She takes a big gulp of wine, while you continue eating as though nothing out of the ordinary took place.

"You're a bastard," she hisses at you.

"Your fish is getting cold," you say, and give her a wink.

She doesn't say anything more at dinner and only picks at her food. It occurs to you that if you had pissed in her mouth at the start of the evening, maybe you wouldn't have had to put up with her endless chatter.

By the time you drive to the movie theater, Amy's mood has improved. She holds your hand in the ticket line and leans her head against your shoulder. When she excitedly asks for popcorn and candy, you buy her everything she wants. You also buy the largest size soda. When Amy sees the concessions person hand it to you, 64 ounces of Coke, realization dawns in her eyes.

"Oh, God," she moans quietly. You smile sweetly at her. "Don't worry, I'll share it with you."

You find a seat in the last aisle, right in the middle. There are people scattered around the theater, and a handful in your row, but enough empty seats between you and them that you think Amy should be able to service you without anyone noticing. As the lights go down, she is eating popcorn and nervously watching you drink Coke.

The movie is about two couples and their complicated relationship. Amy is watching intently but you are beyond bored. You reach a hand down and squeeze her leg, then slide it under her dress and rub her pussy over her panties. She breathes heavily but doesn't stop you, nor does she complain when you slide your fingers under the waistband of her panties and insert one inside of her. She is hot and sticky wet, and as you finger her she breathes a little louder. When you push two more fingers up her, she grinds in her seat and breathes faster.

You lean your face over to her ear and whisper with hot breath as you rub her juicy cunt. "Don't get too interested in the movie, because you're going to be spending most of it with my cock in your mouth." She lets out a squeal and a woman in the next row turns around and shushes her.

Taking your fingers out of her cunt, you feed them to Amy and she sucks them obediently, tasting the thick creamy cunt-sauce that coats them. You pull your cock out of your pants and grab her hair, tugging her face down in your lap. She twists her body in the seat so that she is kneeling, facing you, and she willingly lets you stuff yourself into her mouth. You sit back to watch the movie, drinking your Coke, eating popcorn, and bobbing her mouth up and down on your cock by her hair. Perhaps this movie's not so bad after all, you think.

You make her suck your cock like this for a good 45 minutes. Every time you feel like you might be close to cumming, you hold her face still to stop her movements. You are edging with her mouth, and not once do you release her lips from your cock. She is breathing through her nose, the noises getting faster and raspier. Her willingness to **** herself like this is very gratifying. You can feel warm slobber all over your shaft and balls, and you imagine her face must be getting nice and messy.

Finally, you push her deep down and your cock spasms, filling her mouth with your salty seed. She slurps it up, swallowing everything. Then you immediately begin to piss down her throat, holding her in place as you flood her with your bitter urine. She glugs and gurgles and drinks it all, like the expert urinal she is becoming.

After the movie you drive her back to her place and drop her off. You have an early morning tomorrow, and besides you've already had your fun. She is crying when she goes into her apartment, but you don't feel bad.