She's come to understand that part of her role in our relationship is human urinal. At first this meant planned events, heavy hydration, and controlled experiences, but as she became used to being used this way, accustomed to her role, and comfortable with the range of flavor I began using her more casually.
"I have to piss," I said as I walked into the kitchen. She turned, a bit taken aback- I don't think she'll ever get used to the casual expectation that she drink piss- and dutifully drops to her knees. She's clearly unsure how this use will go, and I don't bother to clarify, a free use urinal doesn't need to know.
A soft cock pulled out and casually set in her mouth, her tongue greets it with a quick lick before she settles and begins swallowing. I start to harden, pissing now near the back of her throat, not in bursts but one strong hard stream as I pull her throat down over my cock enjoying the feeling as she stops needing to swallow and receives piss right into her stomach.
Empty, but still at the back of her throat, I slowly start to pump the head of my cock in and out of her esophagus until thick ropes of cum join the piss in her stomach. As I pull out she kisses the tip of my cock, says thank you- eyes locked on, as though speaking to my cock.
The definition of 'good girl.'
