[Previously published in written form under the title "The Flushing."]
I have no idea how long it's been when I think I feel that breeze again from the door opening. I have been blind and deaf to all but your hypnotic voice, telling me how dirty I am, how you will use me as you see fit, as a table, a urinal, a slave, a whore. I straighten attentively, ready to be used. I can feel warmth emanating from the body in front of me. For a moment, nothing happens. I begin to become aware of an unfamiliar scent. A different type of soap, perhaps? Before I can think any further, some wetness hits my chin before the stream moves into my mouth and I gently close my lips around the tip of what I immediately realize is not your cock. It's shorter than yours. And you never miss. Except for the times when you just drench me intentionally, to humiliate and debase me. The flavor is also different, sort of tart. I have no idea whose piss I'm swallowing, but I'm sure it wouldn't be happening against your will. You are always in control of the situation. So I swallow it all, just as if it were yours. I concentrate on your voice in my head and know that I am performing this service for you alone.
When he's done, he jiggles the last few drops out onto my face before leaving. I keep my hands clasped behind me and allow the drops to dry on my skin because I have not been given permission to wipe them off.
Some time later, the door opens again. This time the man is shorter. He has to tilt my head down a bit to catch his slightly sweet stream. He slaps his dick against my cheek when it's over and I feel a single large, rapidly cooling drop of piss sliding down the edge of my ear.
As the night continues, more strange bladders are emptied into my open throat. I have no idea how many. Some I recognize, by smell and taste and style, as repeat customers from earlier in the evening. Over time, the men seem to grow more unsteady, as if they've been drinking, more apt to piss on me as much as in me. Each defiling act gets me wetter, both from spilled piss and from the knowledge that this is how you wanted me to be used tonight, the surety that I am fulfilling my intended purpose. All the while, I can hear your voice adding to the degradation, humiliation and objectification. The delectable shame of it causes a rush of pussy juices to dribble down my parted legs, pooling and mingling with the spilled piss on the cold tiles.
Eventually, my own bladder begins to grow uncomfortably full. I debate with myself internally for a few moments over whether it would be acceptable to leave my position for just a moment to relieve myself on the toilet. I decide to risk it. My legs are stiff and the shower floor is both sticky and slippery. I fall on my face and find myself wallowing in rank-smelling filth as I attempt to find my way in the darkness.
But suddenly, I feel that tell-tale breeze on my skin and I freeze on hands and knees in embarrassment. Hoping to redeem myself, I open my mouth to catch the stream, but he just aims at my forehead since I'm too low to the ground.
I hang my head in shame afterward, groping for the toilet, but the next one comes immediately after the last. He jerks me up by my pigtails and thrusts himself into my mouth. This one has not come to piss though. He is already hard and pumps rapidly into my throat with such force that my own bladder gives way right there onto the floor of the shower. I try to staunch the flow but with each deep thrust, the breath is pushed from my lungs and the piss from my pussy. I am helpless and humiliated. Resigned, I gather the shreds of my dignity, remind myself of my duty as a urinal and again clasp my hands behind my back, as befits my station. The onslaught of his cock in my mouth, and of your words in my ears, center me and give me purpose.
After that, there is enough of a pause for me to catch my breath before the door opens again. I am properly positioned, back straight, mouth open wide, ready for anything, and filthier than I have ever been in my life. Without warning, I am hit by a freezing cold drenching flood of water from what I ascertain to be the removable shower head. I am being flushed for the first time tonight. I gasp and jerk reflexively this way and that, desperately trying to maintain my position as my mouth and nose fill with water. I splutter and swallow, swallow and splutter. My nipples grow painfully hard and I begin to cough and shiver all over. When it finally stops, frigid water streams from my wet hair down over my naked body.
I can't smell anything through the sharpness in my nose, but I can tell from the height and from the shape and fresh, clean taste of the cock in my mouth that it is yours. Your familiar grip on my hair and unique style of thrusting that, after tonight's events, I now know I would recognize anywhere meld perfectly with the dominant commands emanating from the headphones. I surrender myself to the rough and merciless face-fucking that always makes me feel very well-used and challenges me to reach new personal limits of deep-throating every time. This is no exception. I open my already stretched throat as wide as I can and welcome you home.
I savor every moment of this intense act of submission. My heart beats faster as I recognize your impending orgasm. I desperately hope that I have pleased you, both in this moment and in my services throughout the night. With all the serenity and determination I have, I resist the urge to gag, and swallow around you as you push your considerable length fully into me and hold it there, pumping cum in spurt after salty spurt. Then, rather than pulling out, you stay there, slowly softening, forcing me to hold my breath rather longer than I expected. Keeping my head steady with one hand, you give me a sharp slap to the face with the other. The stars from the slap battle briefly and intensely with the stars from my dwindling, oxygen-starved consciousness. The slap-stars finally win as your slowly decreasing length eventually allows me to suck in one sweet gasp of air before I must once more quickly commence swallowing the fast-flowing river of piss that pours into me. Gulp after delicious gulp, I know I must take every last drop or risk displeasing you. Especially after the merciful flushing I have just been granted.
After the final swallow, I quickly thank you again and turn my face up to receive my farewell face spitting.
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