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The Temp

... are you going to get rid of my pee?" Even as I bent forward, I continued to try to look around for ideas. But Veronica began to fold her legs inward, crossing them and applying pressure with her calves to the back of my head, forcing it to tilt downward, and bringing the bowl below me into view. "You´re not focusing, Jack. What can you do with it?" She leaned in closer, adding more f***e from her legs, and my upper body continued to drop lower. The bowl was about a foot below my face when I suddenly felt her hands on the back of my head. Veronica leaned in and whispered as she pushed my head lower. "How will you get rid of my piss, Jack?" Instinctively, I tried to counter her pressure, but my neck muscles were no match for her arm strength. She f***ed my head down until it reached the top of the bowl, my face now so close to the bowl´s contents that my breathing created ripples. Her own idea for how I could dispose of her pee required no further articulation. As she held my head in place at the bowl´s surface, I felt my heart racing, and I silently cursed the strange obsession that had both led me to this predicament, and even now prevented me from getting up. I knew what she wanted me to say, and my conspiring cock insisted that I not defy her. "What could you do, Jack?" she taunted again, and I muttered my reply into the bowl. "I could drink it." "Ooooh. Would you like to drink my piss, Jack?" "No." "But you will drink it if I tell you to, won´t you Jack?" What had ...

... happened to me? How could even this disgusting proposition turn me on? I tried one more time to summon the strength to resist. Veronica sensed my moment of hesitation, and knew exactly how to zero in for the kill. "In fact, you´d love it if I made you drink it, wouldn´t you Jack?" "No," I whispered, knowing I was lying. "You even wish I´d make you beg to drink it, don´t you Jack?" Each taunt sent an explosive shock wave through my cock. I could do nothing to stop this nightmare because every erotic fiber of my being was feeding off this humiliation. "Don´t you want to have to beg me to drink it, Jack?" "Yes." "Go ahead, Jack… Beg me." "Please…" I began, almost crying into the bowl. "Please what, Jack?" "Please let me drink your piss." "You want to be my personal toilet, Jack?" "Yes." "Alright, Jack. You may drink my pee, but only if you drink every last drop." I lowered my face into the bowl, and began to lap up her pee the way a dog drinks water from its dish. All of my senses were on overload: The smell, the taste, the humiliation, the excruciating ache in my rigid cock. All had combined to bring me to a mental and physical place I had never been before. bl**d was surging through my cock under such pressure, it felt as if it could literally explode. I continued to drink until I drained the bowl, and when it was empty, I licked the bottom. Panting, I finally stopped and stared into the empty bowl, too embarrassed and shaken to look up. There was no pride in my accomplishment, only ...