Bunny the Reluctant Piss Whore

"Bunny, come here. I want to show you something."

And right away I know he's up to something. He only calls me Bunny when he wants to mess with my head. He knows I hate it, and he also knows that I love when he does things that I hate.

I take a breath, two, and then excuse myself from the conversation I've been having on the couch. I stand up, and I know he likes what he sees. I'm wearing a form fitting turtleneck with a short black skirt. This is a no shoes house, so my bare feet are exposed to the elements. When I reach Connor on the other side of the room he hands me a drink and then takes a sip of his own. "Bottoms up," he says.

"I already have one," I say, lifting my red solo cup still halfway full of the gin and tonic I poured earlier.

"The more the merrier," Connor smiles.

"Connor, I don't know what your game is but I'm not in the mood. Find someone else to direct your drunken shenanigans at tonight," I say, rolling my eyes. As I turn to walk away, I feel a hand strong and firm on my upper arm as he pulls me back toward him.

"I said, bottoms up." He lifts his own cup to my lips and tilts it back so I am forced to swallow or else have his full drink spill down the front of my outfit. "That's better. Now come here, I still have something to show you."

A little bit tipsier now than I had intended to be tonight, I allow Connor to drag me deeper into the party to the drinks table. He takes the cup from my hand and fills it to the brim with the mystery punch on the table. Without taking a sip I can smell that it is strong. He pours himself a Jack and Coke, and then, to my relief, grabs a bottle of water from the cooler. "Let's go," he says, and before I know what's happened, he has closed the bathroom door behind us.

"This is what you wanted to show me? The bathroom? You are so fucking predictab-" and suddenly Connor's index and middle fingers are in my mouth and I can't breathe, let alone speak.

"I missed you, Bunny." His fingers are slowly exploring my tongue, the back of my throat, and then they start rhythmically fucking my throat while he continues: "I love the way you pretend to hate me but still follow me around the party like a pathetic puppy. And I know you're going to say that I'm wrong, but I know you like feeling pathetic. I'm just giving you what you want and we both know it."

My mind is on fire with responses I can't hurl at him. That he's a pig. That he wouldn't know what I or any woman would want if it hit him square in the nuts. But with his fingers gliding in and out of my throat, the only sounds I can manage are chokes and gags.

His fingers now lodge themselves firmly against my tongue, holding my mouth open. He reaches behind him, grabs the cup of punch, and holds it up in front of my face. "Don't spill, Bunny," he says, and pours a small sip into my open mouth. The liquid that hits my tongue tastes like rubbing alcohol mixed with KoolAid and it begins to burn my throat immediately. With my jaw held open, swallowing is an effort, but I manage to take down that first sip without spilling a drop. As soon as the first sip is down my throat, Connor pours another, and another, until he is pouring a slow but steady stream of booze into my mouth. I begin to thrash, trying to escape his grip on my jaw, but he holds me tighter and keeps going until half the cup has been emptied down my throat. Finally he loosens his grip on my face, removes his fingers from my mouth, and wipes them gently across my cheek.

"I've always loved the way you can use your throat, Bunny. You're an artist," he laughs.

"Fuck off, Connor. I'm not doing this with you tonight." I say the words carefully, making an effort not to slur, because I am now well and truly drunk. "Can you get out of here? I need to pee."

"I don't need to leave for that, go ahead."

"What?"

"I said, go ahead. You can pee with me here."

"Fine, I'll go find another bathroom. You are such a pest."

And with that, the bathroom door handle starts to jostle. Quickly, and without making a sound, Connor puts his hand over my mouth and pulls me into the bathtub. He swings the shower curtain closed just as the door opens and someone walks in, locking the door behind them. His hand still covering my mouth, I look at Connor and my eyes widen with horror as I hear the sounds of a belt being unbuckled, a fly being unzipped. One second, two, and then the sound of a steady stream of piss making contact with the toilet bowl. The stream seems to go on forever. Connor is barely suppressing his glee at my disgust. Finally, whoever it is out there shakes off, re-zips his pants, buckles his belt, and leaves the bathroom without washing his hands.

"Okay, I am peeing and then I am leaving this bathroom. You are disgusting, Connor."

"You already had your chance to pee, you missed it. But I'll tell you how you can earn a second chance."

"What the fuck are you talking ab-" His fingers are in my mouth again, this time all four of the fingers of his right hand, filling my mouth completely.

"All you have to do is take a long, healthy drink of my piss. Then you can pee and go do whatever boring bullshit you were going to do at this party before I showed up. Do we have a deal?"

I try to scream, I try to bite his fingers, but he just laughs.

"Sounds like a yes to me."

With his other hand now he begins to lift my skirt and run his fingers slowly and gently over my underwear. Humiliated, I know exactly what he's going to find. "Oh my god, Bunny. You are so wet right now. I know you're basically a leaky faucet at all times but this depraved shit really gets you going, huh? Soaked completely through these horrendous granny panties that you for some reason insist on wearing. Hold on." He yanks the panties off of me before I have a chance to protest. He's right - they are absolutely soaked and I can smell my own wetness as he holds the panties in front of my face. "You really need to do some lingerie shopping, Bunny. These aren't doing you any justice. In fact, they're really only good for one thing. In one motion he spits onto the already soaked panties, balls them up, and shoves them into my mouth where they replace his fingers. The combination of the booze and my own scent shoved down my throat is a heady experience.

With his hand free now, no longer needing to fill my mouth, he begins to knead my breasts through my shirt. "No bra? Bunny. You are such a fucking slut. It would be adorable if it wasn't so desperate." Against my will, I hear myself let out a small groan behind the panties filling my mouth. "Degenerate whore, you like it when I booze you up and use you?" I force myself to meet his gaze, hoping that I look defiant, but knowing he can see right through me.

Without warning he shoves two fingers deep into my cunt and my moan in response is visceral and immediate. I almost allow myself to give into the pleasure when I hear the doorknob turning again. Connor just looks at me, two fingers buried in my soaked pussy, lifts a finger to his lips (as if I need the reminder to be quiet), and begins finger fucking me as the bathroom door opens.

"I hate frat parties," a high pitched female voice says. For a moment I think she is talking to me, but then another voice responds, "I know. But what else is there to do here?"

One of the girls is pulling down what sounds like a pair of tights and sits on the toilet while her friend clatters around in a purse at the sink. When the stream of the first girl's piss hits the toilet, I am suddenly aware that my own need to pee has become urgent. I clench around Connor's fingers and he looks at me with an evil twinkle in his eye, fingers still pumping into me.

"At least Josh is here. Did you see the way Ellie was throwing herself at him? I pray to God I never look that desperate."

"It wasn't as bad as the way Annie was looking at that older guy," the second girl says. At this I feel my face flush, and see Connor break into a full on smile. They're talking about me, us. He increases the speed of his admittedly skilled fingers and I have to fight to stay silent. "If I ever get that pitiful, please just take me out back and shoot me."

The second girl sits down on the toilet now, and as she begins to relieve herself I feel tears welling up behind my eyes from humiliation. They were right about me. Why would I let this guy speak to me, let alone do all the things he has done to me today alone? I steel my resolve. There is no way I am going to drink this god awful man's piss, which means I am going to hold my pee come hell or high water.

Finally the two girls flush the toilet, wash their hands (thank god), and leave the bathroom.

Connor withdraws his fingers from my sopping wet cunt and admires the juices that cover them. "Didn't think that everyone at the party knew you were a pathetic whore, did you?" He runs his fingers through my hair, wiping my wetness through the strands as he goes. "Why don't you just prove them right. Accept that this is your place: a piss drinking bitch." The look in my eyes must say I'm not ready to give in. Or he was going to toy with me no matter what. "No? Okay. Here, you look thirsty. Let me help you."

He grabs the remainder of the punch and tilts it over my panty-stuffed mouth. "Remember, don't spill." I quickly realize the only way out of this is to suck the punch out of the dirty underwear as it becomes waterlogged. The flavor combination of the punch, my own pussy, and the day-old cotton underwear, is wretched. I start to gag, but Connor does not let up with the stream of punch until the cup is empty. I frantically suck on the panties until I've extracted as much of the awful liquid as I can, and manage not to let any spill down my chest. Against my better instincts, I feel a jolt of pride at this. Followed quickly by the desperate urge - no, need, to pee.

The room starts to spin. Connor sits me down on the floor of the tub where I immediately cross my legs, squeezing my thighs together, and lean my head against the cool tile. Down here I regain a bit of my sobriety. I look up and see Connor towering over me, downing the bottle of water he brought in with us. "I'm doing this for you, Bunny. A favor. When I shoot that hot stream of piss into your slutty little mouth you'll thank me for being hydrated."

I close my eyes and try to focus on anything other than my bladder, or Connor's bladder, or the quickly souring taste of old booze and pussy in my mouth. As soon as I have the thought, I feel the sodden cotton mass being pulled out of my mouth and onto my, until this moment, against all odds, perfectly clean shirt. Before I have a chance to swear or even stretch my aching jaw, the panty gag is replaced by Connor's hard cock pressing its way slowly past my lips, over my tongue, and settling at the back of my throat. He secures my mouth in place with a hand on the back of my head. With the other he reaches for his Jack and Coke and takes a big gulp. "I'm sorry, not very gentlemanly of me not to share. Here, have a sip." And he slowly pours the remnants of his drink over the base of his cock, allowing it to flow over into my mouth. This time I can't help but dribble some of it down my chin, neck, and chest. I know that eventually I'm going to have to leave this bathroom smelling of booze and pussy now.

He starts to slowly fuck my throat and the combination of that and the sharp liquor causes me to gag. Just as I begin to wretch, the dreaded sound of the bathroom door opening reaches my ears. I force down my choking sounds, and luckily whoever is out there is too wasted to hear, but Connor continues fucking my throat, gently for now, waiting for me to slip up.

The person on the other side of the curtain unzips a pair of jeans and pisses into the toilet. I am so jealous of this person I could cry, but at least the focus required to keep quiet while Connor is using my throat takes my attention briefly away from my absolutely desperate need to pee. Okay, never mind. The only thought in my head is the need to pee. As the toilet flushes Connor suddenly shoves his cock hard into the back of my throat once, twice, three times, and holds me down. At the first thrust I feel a small spurt of pee escape from me and I know then that I'm done for. I can't help but choke this time. My eyes fill with tears and gobs of my own spit burst out around the sides of his cock as I make an awful retching noise. Somehow, by the grace of God, over the noise of the flushing toilet, the sink running, and the party outside, the stranger doesn't hear me, opens the bathroom door, and rejoins the festivities.

After one final powerful thrust, Connor removes his cock from my mouth and uses it to cover my face with my own spit. "Bunny," he says quietly, knowingly.

"FINE do what you want, just let me pee and go home," a few tears start to flow down my cheeks now.

"You can do better than that. Tell me you want it. Tell me you've been dreaming of the day when I would allow you to finally feel my hot piss hit your tongue."

All I can do is stare down at the floor, pressing the palm of my hand over my cunt as hard as I can. I can't say those things to him, not in a million years.

"Bunny, I'm going to count to three. If I don't hear you start to beg for my piss by the time I finish, I am going to march your ass out to the party, sit you face down ass up in the middle of the floor, and cover you in my piss in front of everyone there. So if you prefer that, go ahead and keep staring at the floor."

Unable to hold my pee in for a single second longer, I force down the last bits of my pride and tell Connor what he wants to hear. "I NEED your piss in my mouth right now, I need you to fill me to the brim with your hot yellow piss. Please. Please. I'll do anything just please let me drink your piss."

"Well, since you asked so nicely, open wide, Bunny."

I part my lips slightly, but at a sharp slap to my right tit I open my mouth as wide as I can.

"Open your eyes, Bunny, I want you to look me in the eyes while I empty my bladder into your little mouth. And remember, don't spill"

Reluctantly, I open my eyes and look into Connor's face above me. He looks back at me, lifts the corner of his mouth in a barely perceptible smirk, and then I feel it. A steady stream of hot, sour liquid spatters across my tongue. The taste is so revolting that I can't contain my instinct to spit it out onto the porcelain floor of the bathtub. Suddenly the stream stops and I feel another sharp slap to my tit. "Don't spill, whore. Why would you waste this piss when you begged for it in your mouth just a second ago? Open your mouth again, and this time you are going to swallow everything I give you."

Without any other choice, I open my mouth and wait for the sickening stream of piss to return, all the while pressing my thighs together, desperate to relieve my own bladder. Then I remember. I open my eyes to find Connor's locked on mine, waiting expectantly. "That's a good whore," he says, and shoots another stream of piss into my waiting mouth. "Don't swallow it yet, I want you to take a minute to savor the taste." If I could hit him I would. He halts his stream again to admire his handiwork. "You really are disgusting, Bunny. Sitting there staring up at me with a mouth full of piss. You know, normal girls get to pee in private whenever they want. It's only you that need's a grown man's piss in your mouth in order to earn that right. Swallow." Grateful to finally get the taste of piss off of my tongue I swallow hard, but immediately regret my decision as the acrid liquid burns my throat.

"Open. And I'm going to give you the rest now, but don't spill." I open my mouth, and immediately he begins to fill it again. I swallow carefully without closing my mouth to accommodate the continuous stream. Connor groans slightly as he empties his bladder into me. He is milking this, taking his sweet time. I know it is only a matter of seconds before I won't be able to contain my bladder any longer, but he probably knows that too.

At long last the vile stream of yellow liquid peters out. I close my mouth for one final large swallow, and without thinking, begin to plead. "Please. Please. Please let me pee. I am begging you. I did what you asked, just, please."

"Relax, Bunny. Just one more second." If I relax I am going to piss myself in this bathtub and that is out of the question. Connor turns away from me briefly and then faces me again, holding one of our empty red solo cups in his hand. He positions this under my exposed cunt, and, without any emotion, says "go."

The relief is immeasurable. I piss for what feels like ages. I know something sinister is going to happen with that red solo cup but in this moment none of that matters. Right now it is just the bliss of finally emptying my bladder.

"Bunny, I just want you to know something. One day you'll probably get married, have kids, a job, whatever, and you're going to think you've made it. But I am telling you right now, you will only ever be this. A whore filled and covered with piss." And with that, he raises the red solo cup full of my fresh piss and unceremoniously pours it over my head. He pulls out his phone, takes a quick picture, and then stands over me. "Have a good night, Bunny. See you soon."