Sonia

"Okay, I'll do it" Sonia said, as if she had been worn down into submission after only five minutes.

"Really?" Melissa said, though what she thought was 'well that was easy.'

"Really?" Alana echoed. Sonia just sat still, determined. "You read this right?" Alana wasn't going to let up. "It's about getting peed on by..."

"I know" Sonia said with determination and bit her hot pink lip. "I want to help Mel. We said we'd help her if she needed and I'm coming through for her."

Sonia had always been tough, determined, a strong woman. She made a great lead singer and guitar player for Tie Died Pussy. She wailed.

Still, she really should have put up more of a fight. But Melissa wasn't sure if it was a good idea to press the issue. She'd gotten a yes. It meant she could go back to the set, back to John Stone triumphantly. It meant she could be covered in his piss. If she'd secretly liked Dr. Ladybite, she could just imagine doing it with John Stone.

But Alana was having none of it. She needed an explanation. "Well I want to help Melissa too, but you just, you just said 'yes' so fast."

Sonia didn't respond.

"I don't get it." she went on and on. "Don't you have more questions? Don't you want to know more details? Aren't you worried about being on camera? Aren't you worried about health and sanitation and...'

"Okay" Sonia finally said, her voice booming from her petite frame. "If I tell you two something, will you promise not to tell anyone?" Melissa and Alana both nodded. Sonia took a deep breath. "The reason why it won't be such a big deal for me to do this is... I've done it before."

The table was silent. Melissa smirked a bit. Now she and Sonia had something in common.

"With who?" Alana pressed the issue. She was being annoying. She was being young.

"An old boyfriend who was into it." Sonia answered as if to say. 'who do you think?'

And Alana took the bait. "It was Drake wasn't it?" Melissa and Alana had known Drake well. Sonia had dated him for over a year. He was a handsome, well built, but occasionally aggressive man. Sonia didn't respond in a way that suggested Alana was clearly right.

And suddenly Melissa was filled with thoughts of Drake pissing on Sonia. The image spread out through her brain in all ways. Drake pissing on her small tits. Drake pissing into her thick lips. Drake pissing on her short hair. Sonia, a wet black rag, covered in that big man's warm piss. Melissa squirmed in her seat.

"How many times?" Alana wanted details. Melissa wondered if it was because she was turned on, or just shocked that a good friend had a secret kinky history. As if everyone didn't.

"I didn't keep count." Sonia answered, clearly not wanting to share. Melissa knew that meant more times than she could count.

"Did you like it?" Alana kept pressing.

"I broke up with him didn't I." And that was the final word on the issue. Alana dared to ask no more. It was clear Sonia was done.

All that was left was the make arrangements for the next day. Melissa gave Sonia the address for the shoot. "Should I wear anything special?" Sonia asked.

"No, they'll have costumes for you" Melissa smiled.

And the girls went their separate ways. Melissa wondered what Alana would do if she'd known she was the only one of the three who hadn't experienced this. She seemed curious already. Was she going home, or going out to find a man to piss on her tonight?

The next morning Melissa arrived at the porn site and found Sonia there waiting for her, wearing a little leather top and short skirt. Something about seeing her there was strange. The porn reality seemed so removed from real reality, it was strange having the two intrude upon one another.

The two girls smiled and chatted, and semi-pretended that they weren't there to do what they knew they were going to do.

They were taken in to see Dr. Ladybite who was very happy with Sonia. "She is very pretty." He said and then ordered her to lift up her shirt and expose herself to him.

Melissa thought Sonia would fight back, refuse. She'd never been very good at being ordered around before. But her friend obediently showed the director her breasts. Melissa was a bit surprised.

Then they both signed releases and headed to get dressed.

In the scene they were both big naive fans of John Stone and his band Cum Destruction. Melissa got a short black skirt and thong, a pink blouse with no bra, and her hair done up in pigtails. Sonia was dressed in a plaid short skirt and thong, a tube top and a flower clip in her hair.

Melissa found something strange about seeing tough Sonia look so feminine and ****. "Are you okay?" She asked her as the two girls put on makeup and assessed there costumes in a mirror.

"I'm fine." Sonia answered. And the two of them headed down the hall to the set.

"I just wanted to say," Melissa went on. "Well... thanks. Thanks for doing this. I know you hate it..."

Sonia shook her head. "Oh Mel. I don't hate it." And Melissa looked at her curiously. "I didn't break up with Drake because I hated it. I broke up with him because I liked it. I loved it. I wanted it too much. He asked me to drop out of life and live in his basement as his permanent piss ****. And I wanted to say 'yes'"

And Melissa had no response.

Moments later they were into the scene. Cameras and crew all around them. The dialogue, typically was porn-level terrible.

"Mr. Stone, we're such big fans" Melissa giggled. "Will you sign my breasts" as she tore open the top of her blouse.

John Stone smiled, grabbed a sharpie, and scrawled on Melissa's soft flesh "To a huge slut - John Stone"

And Melissa feigned shock, just as the script told her. "But Mr. Stone! That's not true!"

"Well let's make it true" John Stone said.

And suddenly as John Stone pulled his amazing cock out in front of her, Melissa was exactly where she wanted to be. This was the moment she'd been thinking of for the past two days. John Stone may not have seen her as more than another nameless bimbo co-star, but she was going to enjoy this.

She forgot what the script called for her to do exactly and dropped to her knees, taking his growing manhood in her hand and then quickly and eagerly wrapping her wet lips around it.

John groaned in pleasure. Melissa was immediately wet. His cock was so big and when it was in her mouth Melissa traced her tongue over every inch, every vein.

Suddenly she felt a hand on the back of her head. It was Sonia's helping her bob up and down on John's enormous prick. The nine inch cock was thick, and as Sonia shoved her head down toward John Stone's body, she felt it poke at the back of her throat. It was uncomfortable, but she loved it, even though she knew it had to stop soon.

But it didn't. Sonia's hand pushed her face deeper toward John Stone, and she felt the cock beginning to slip down her throat. She coughed and pulled back, a tiny tear spreading a line of mascara down her cheek.

As John Stone's amazing dick left her mouth, it was covered in a million strands and bubbles of her saliva. She panted deeply.

"I think you're right." John said. "you're not a huge slut."

"I am!" Sonia pushed Melissa out of the shot. Melissa hit the ground with a thud, pretty sure that this wasn't how the scene was supposed to go. They were supposed to undress slowly and fuck John together.

But suddenly Sonia had torn off her tube top, exposing her smallish but perky breasts and her erect brown nipples.

John looked her up and down pleased. "Are you?" he said. "Prove it."

"Piss on me." Sonia said triumphantly. This was not the girl that Melissa had known for years. Was she acting? Was she overcome by something?

Melissa watched as a stream of warm urine sprayed itself from the tip of John's cock onto Sonia's thick lips. Sonia let out a moan of pleasure that Melissa had never thought possible from her, as the pee slid down her chin and dripped onto her breasts. Then she inched closer to John, parted her lips and let the stream of piss fill into her mouth.

Melissa watched, shocked, jealous. Sitting on the floor she spread her legs, pushed her thong aside and pressed her fingers onto her clit. She was shocked yet only rubbed herself harder the first time she watched Sonia swallow a big gulp of John Stone's piss. She was less shocked the second time Sonia took a big swallow and let John Stone's piss slide down her throat. And by the time Sonia had bent over and was licking the remaining piss off the floor, Melissa had rubbed herself to the point of cumming.

Sonia's dark skin glistened in the lights of the movie set. The room smelled of dank urine. Melissa had never seen her friend like this before. It was as if she was watching an entirely different person. But she was ready, ready for it to be her turn.

And then Director Ladybite shouted "Cut!" and Melissa froze. The scene was over? Surely that wasn't how it was supposed go. She watched as John Stone helped Sonia to her feet and she thought she saw him say something like "You're wonderful." And her heart sank. It had all happened so fast. And now what? She didn't know.