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"Not going to drink?" Jacob asks, then reaches over to grab the extra large container that is full to the brim with pee. "I'll drink it. I wasn't going to because I'm trying to stick to the workout menu but I hate to see it go to waste."

You start to hand him the cup, but feeling the warmth on your hands reminds you of what it contains, and where it came from. How could you explain that four guys peed into your drink in front of you?

"No! I'll drink it!" You insist, and bring the straw to your lips, pursing them like you're sucking.

"Come on, don't sip. You must be incredibly thirsty," he says with a smirk. Your butt throbs in remembrance of him fucking it, and you look around for napkins to wipe the pee from your thighs, but see only the four guys wiping their faces with a big wad you suspect used to be yours. They also hold phones, making you wonder how much they've filmed and where it might end up. You've never looked, but for some reason your boyfriend, and especially the guys you cheated with, seem to love filming you.

"Do you smell piss?" Jacob asks, leaning toward you.

"Uh, yeah, this is a bit of a run-down theatre," you grumble, feeling the wetness of urine soaking your thighs. Your toes wiggle in your tall spike heeled boots, submerged beneath a boot full of the salty liquid.

"Oh well, drink up," he urges. "It's a long movie."

He watches you intently, and as you raise the straw to your lips, the scent of urine strong, he slides one hand up your thigh.

"You're so wet. Dirty whore!" He praises in his strange way, loud enough for the entire theatre to hear. His touch startles you and instead of pretending to sip you draw in a mouthful of yellow liquid. Surprisingly it doesn't taste as bad as you thought it would. In fact, it reminds you of the expensive off-brand apple juice that Jacob keeps bringing to your place in massive jugs. You never really drank apple juice, but you never seemed to have enough money so nowadays you pretty must lived on the apple juice he brought. You'd hate for him to stop bringing it since it's one of the few gifts he gives you. Besides, you find yourself liking it now, drinking it more than you drink water.

This tastes a bit saltier than the apple juice, but now that it's in your mouth it doesn't actually taste bad. Mostly it's the idea of what it is that makes you grimace a bit. Knowing you're going to have to drink this massive thing you swallow, and take another sip while he... you twitch as his fingers roughly fondle your sex.

"I can't believe how much you loved getting ass-fucked!" He exclaims, diddling you with an expertise he's never shown before. You find yourself squirming in enjoyment, wanting him to keep calling you dirty words just so he'll continue rubbing you just right.

"You like that, you filthy slut?" he asks as you swallow more piss, his fingers stroking along your lips and diving between your folds, finding all the spots he always seemed to miss before. Feeling the urine fill your mouth, and hearing his words almost yelled to the dozen or more movie-goers, a sense of shame fills you, his fingers twisting the shame and pleasure together, making you moan from his unusual display of skill. With the straw in your mouth your pants turn into sucking, like it's his dick and a thin plastic straw full of piss. He strums your pussy expertly, finding clit and g-spot, and you begin to move against his fingers, gulping down liquid as hard as you hump his fingers, tasting it like it's his cum instead of the piss of four men. The drink pours down your throat, just as your juices pour down your thighs.

Your pelvis thrusts against him, harder and harder as he encourages you.

"That's it, act like a skank. Suck on it like a dick. I bet you'd love it if everyone in this theatre paid to fuck your mouth right now, wouldn't you, whore?"

Loudly moaning you feel like you're on the cusp of actually cumming from both Jacob's ministrations and words. It doesn't hurt that the girl on screen has a juicy cock pounding her face, or that she looks a lot like you. Just as you're about to climax, the liquid in the straw turns to air and Jacob's fingers pull away, wrap around your tiny waist and yank you down in front of him.

"My turn. Suck me off. Show everyone you're a professional at sucking dicks," he urges you loudly.

You find yourself staring, startled and cross-eyed at his large, hard cock as it pushes aggressively past your lips. You want to stroke yourself that last little bit to orgasm, but Jacob has your hands in one of his, the three somehow tangled in your long wavy hair behind your head.

It's awkward but with some flexing of your neck and head you somehow find yourself with his dick punching back and forth in your throat. A girl with far less practice than you would have difficulty with her gag reflex, but you've sucked so many dicks that you don't even remember what it's like to have trouble being face-fucked by a thick, long cock like Jacob's. He places the hand not in your hair on your throat, squeezing hard enough to feel his own dick in your struggling esophagus. Little gasps escape you as you struggle for small pockets of air.

With your lungs burning you feel his foot nudge between your legs, reminding you that you'd been so close to orgasm. The hard, dirty toe of his shoe presses harshly against your pussy, and you find yourself humping the rough surface. His foot jerks back and then forward with the same rhythm as his dick pounding your mouth, and you try to figure out the rhythm so your pussy can rub it. But it seems like a doomed effort, as every time you jerk yourself forward you thrust your pelvis too far and instead of rubbing gently the toe of his boot collides hard with your clit and pussy. In spite of this the pleasure returns almost instantly, and starts to build. But then you feel liquid splattering the insides of your throat.

"Ahhh," he breathes, stopping. Only you are moving, humping air, trying to make even the slightest contact with his toe.

"Uh-oh," he says. "I seriously have to pee. Right now! C'mon Jenny, unless you want me to pee in your mouth you'd better get up!"

You try, but your legs are stuck beneath the chair and your hands are stuck in your hair, and his ring seems to have caught as well, his hand almost pressing your face onto his dick. The best you can do is get the head of his dick back out to the entrance of your throat so you can gasp in air and moan.

"You want me to piss down your throat? Oh God, here it comes.!" He cries out and you feel a fire hose of urine spraying the back of your mouth. With your head tilted back and your throat still open from the deep throating, you chug the liquid like it's beer.

"Oh my God, you love drinking pee don't you, Jenny Rainwood!"

With your eyes wide in confusion and horror, your lower body echos the confusion, and continues to thrust forward as he fills your distended stomach even more. Your pussy thrusts forward to try and rub his foot just as his leg resumes its spasming even harder then before. His foot jerks forward, practically kicking your cunt and somehow after a few of these, when the torrent starts to slow you find yourself screaming around his cock as you finally have your first ever orgasm with your boyfriend. And all it took was for him to piss in your mouth and kick your cunt.

A few minutes pass and you can feel the acidic feeling in your stomach start to move into your bladder. Then Jacob leans over to whisper in your ear