American Whore

It was back to the make-up station. I noticed that some of the bukkake men had gone to the locker room and had stripped down to their briefs. Then they began slowly playing with themselves, underneath their underwear.

Marin sat down besides me.

"How many?"

"Just five," she said. "It'll be easy. Don't even think about it."

That was easy for her to say. But the most loads I'd ever swallowed had been three. In my first porn shoot, there had been nine guys, but also two other girls. So three loads, basically.

I could do five.

"Of all the scenes today, I think you'll like this one the best," said Marin. "I always did."

She handed me a bottle of water.

"Drink this," she said. "Don't want you getting dehydrated."

My hair was back in pig tails, and we were ready.

The next scene was shot on a very simple stage. It basically looked like a basement, except the walls and floor had been painted black. That made the white porcelain toilet at center-stage, elevated on a black platform, really pop. Below the water tank were several aluminum roasting pans. They'd collect whatever liquid fell to the ground.

"What did you say this kind of scenes were called?" I asked.

"Human toilet," she said. "They're very popular."

"Oh, great."

I removed my robe and sat down on the toilet. The rope master came over and bound my calves to my thighs. Then he secured those ties to the base of the toilet, so that my legs were spread wide. Then he took my arms and placed them behind by head, down by the water tank. He tied my wrists together and then tied them to the tank.

This was actually one of my favorite bondage positions. There was just something about having my hands above my head (or behind it) and trying to pull down. It was almost like using an exercise machine at the gym.

Then one of the staff came over and covered my clit and labia with mayonnaise. I know that sounds weird — what in this story doesn't? — but it was just to get the cover shot for the movie. They couldn't show my little pink pussy spread wide.

One of the cameramen came over with a DSLR. The bukkake men filled in front of me, as did the staff. The office was shutting down again, to watch me do horrible things.

He took several shots from the front and each side, even a few from above my head. Then he said something in Japanese to Marin.

"Kathi, don't smile at the camera," she said. "Remember what I said about paying the price, about looking miserable?"

I did.

"This time, I want you to think about what you're about to," she said. "And I want you to look around and see that all of us will be watching you. And then think about the thousands of people who will jerk off watching you degrade yourself. And that, despite all this, you will cum — several times — in front of us."

Oh, shit. That did it. My eyes began to water. I was going to cry.

"Don't fight it, Kathi," said Marin, "let it go."

I whimpered, and felt two tears roll down my cheeks. And then I began to cry in earnest. Like a fucking little school girl. I was balling my eyes out.

The cameraman snapped away. I looked straight into the camera to let it see my misery. The cameraman gave Marin a big thumbs up.

This is what they wanted.

Marin took off her robe and walked over to me.

"Cameras, roll," she said.

She wiped my tears away gently, which I thought was nice. But then she forced her hand into my mouth, so I would drink my own tears. And then she made me gag.

In between scenes, Marin was incredibly sweet. But once the cameras started rolling, she turned into a evil fucking bitch. 
And I mean that in the best possible sense. She was good.

"Who are you?" she asked.

I looked into the camera.

"My name is Kathi Choi," I sniffled. "And I am an American whore."

I started crying again. 
 "I am. I'm a whore, I'm a whore."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the five bukkake men stroking themselves harder.

My misery was turning them on. Just like Marin said.

I looked up at Marin.

"Marin Izumi," I said slowly, "I am a whore."

She stroked my cheek.

"Yes, you are," she said.

And then she slapped me. Hard. Again.

That one didn't make me cry. If anything, it snapped me back to my senses.

Immediately, the five porn actors appeared, all clad in black briefs, each carrying a bunch of pink bullet vibrators. They dangled them on my breasts and pussy — one guy even pressed one against my asshole. Another one dragged his up my neck — remarkably erotic, I noticed — and help them up to my lips. I opened my mouth and he lowered them in. I felt the vibrations on my tongue and against my teeth. He then pulled them out and lowered them back in.

I was teabagging a bunch of vibrators.

Individually, these vibrating eggs don't pack much of a punch. But these guys had 25 or 30 of them, and together they were packing a wallop. I felt my hips begin to buck and grind, but they were restrained by the bondage. Instinctively, I pulled down on my arms, but the ropes held my wrists in place.

I couldn't move. I could only fight the rope, and feel it dig deeper into my skin.

It felt good.

I felt an orgasm beginning to build, and I looked down to watch the eggs dancing on clit and against my pussy lips. I came, snapping my hips against my restraints.

The five porn actors walked off, and three returned, one of them carrying a large bowl of a clear viscous liquid. This, Marin had told me, was nuru gel, a kind of Japanese massage lotion, made out of seaweed. It was very, very thick and very, very slippery.

They slathered it on me. On my legs, on my stomach, on my breasts, on my arms. And definitely on my pussy and asshole.

The guy in front of me put two fingers in my pussy. The guys to my sides played with my tits.

This was nothing but pleasure. I was getting a hardcore erotic massage from three hot guys.

I put my head back and let another orgasm rip through me.

The three actors disappeared, replaced by one carrying an enormous double-headed dildo. It was as thick as a beer can, and was at least three feet long. The actor loaded it up with it up with nuru gel and approached my mouth. I opened it as wide as it would go, and the head barely fit in. I felt the other head enter my pussy.

The nuru gel helped, but it was still a huge cock. I felt it filling my pussy, stretching it out. He then began pumping my pussy.

I found the camera and made eye contact. I couldn't help it — it felt so good — but I bit down on the dildo in my mouth. I raised my lips, so the camera could see me bite the dick.

I was grunting now. I felt in control, for the first time all day. I'd had two strong orgasms, and my good friend between my legs was taking me to a third, with a cock the size of a pipe.

I flared my eyes at the camera. I'd given you misery — now I was giving you lust. Watch me cum, you fucks. Watch me orgasm like hell.

My head fell back. The dildo fell out of my mouth. My hips bucked, and my elbows thrashed at the air. (They were about the only the part of my body I could still move.) I came again.

But the man between my legs did not let up. If anything, he sped up. I felt another orgasm building even before the one I'd had died down. This one felt like it was coming from deep inside.

I looked at the actor. I was grunting again, matching him stroke for stroke. He looked up at me, and I lost it. I felt like I exploded.

And he kept going. I was losing it now. I felt drool coming out of my mouth and dripping down my chin. I didm't want this to stop. I put my head back. I felt my eyes begin to water. I let the orgasm take me down.

And the man between my legs disappeared. He was replaced by another actor, this one carrying a Sawzall. But instead of a blade, it sported a nice, thick dildo.

I was about to be machine fucked.

He hit the trigger a couple of times, and it came to life. He brought it up to my lips. I licked it. I opened my mouth, and he slowly revved the motor. I let my mouth get fucked by the machine.

He pulled out of my mouth and stuck the dildo into the bowl of nuru gel. Then he gently inserted it into my pussy — it was smaller than the double-headed dildo, and I took it easily. And then he pulled the trigger.

No human cock can move this fast. No human hand can move this fast. The stroke is short — less than two inches — but even at a relatively low speed, it can achieve 1000 strokes a minute.

There is nothing a girl can do in this situation.

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the pleasure. It felt like my pussy was turning to jelly. I came, and then I came again. My head fell to the side. And then the man between my legs increased the speed. He pulled out of me — where did that cock go? He loaded up with more nuru gel and entered me again. He cranked it up again.

I looked out into the crowd. The five bukkake men were stroking themselves furiously. Some of the staff were covertly touching themselves. I looked at Peter.

Fuck — I'd forgotten he was here. I was so adrift on my own pleasure.

I was drooling again. I couldn't talk. I could only be fucked. Another orgasm. And another. And then the man between my legs turned the machine on full blast.

My head went back. I strained against my restraints. I was cumming and cumming, and I felt like I was going to black out.

It was time for the bukkake men. The first two stepped up onto the platform beside me. They jerked their cocks, and I felt their cum rain down on my face. I opened my mouth, but they were more interested in painting my face. Some of the cum went into my eyes and it burned.

Then the next two men, then the fifth and last. Five loads in the space of thirty seconds. And my face was glazed with sperm. I came again.

The Sawzall stopped, and pulled out of me. I felt empty. I struggled against the endorphins overloading my brain.

Marin walked up to me.

"American whore!" yelled Marin. "You are filthy. You are covered with semen. What do you need?"

I slowly raised my head and looked into the camera.

Meekly, I said "I need a shower."

"What kind of shower?" she demanded.

"A shower of piss," I said.

"A piss shower can clean you?"

I looked up at her. I nodded 'yes.'


"Speak, whore!" Marin said.

"Yes, Marin Izumi," I said haltingly. "A piss shower will ... clean ... my ... pretty ... face."

With that, she put one foot on my hip, spread her labia and pissed on my face. She was joined by the five bukkake men, and they pissed on me, too. I had six people pissing on my pretty face.

I'd been instructed to open my mouth and drink in as much as I could. But it was too much. I gagged and coughed. Urine ran all over my face, and down my body. I was drenched. Even my hair was soaked.

The piss stopped, and the bukkake men walked off stage. An actor returned, carrying a large plastic bowl. He poured the contents of the aluminum roasting pans into it — at least a quart, mostly piss, but some cum. Then another actor returned with a huge glass syringe and handed it to Marin. She placed it in the bowl and slowly pulled the plunger back. The tube filled with urine.

"American whore!," said Marin, "are you thirsty?"

I looked into the camera.

"Marin Isumi, I am thirsty for urine. Please give me urine to drink."

She moved the syringe to my mouth and I opened up. Slowly, she pushed the plunger down and pissed filled my mouth. I gulped down as much as I could, but some fell out out of my mouth and down onto my body. She emptied the syringe.

As she refilled, I felt the taste of urine in my mouth. It was hot and acrid. And there was more coming.

She put the syringe back in my mouth and I started to swallow. I was better this time, spilling almost none of it. But I was also feeling full, as a quart of liquid filled my belly.

There were a few ounces left in the bowl, so she lifted it up and brought it to my lips. She poured it too fast on purpose, so she could watch the urine fall off my face.

She got off the platform and positioned herself between my legs. She said nothing — she just held the bowl I knew what was next.

I started to piss in the bowl. In front of everyone, I started to piss.

When I was done, she put the bowl down and got the syringe. She filled it up and put it to my lips. I was now about to drink my own piss.

As the piss hit my tongue, I noticed how differently piss can taste. I'd eaten little that day, and my piss was mostly clear. It didn't tast3 too acrid. It was easy going down.

And then I thought — I'm comparing the taste of piss? What had happened to me? Humiliation washed over me.

Marin drained the syringe, but there were a couple of ounces left in the bowl. She raised the bowl to her lips and poured it in. Then she put the bowl down and leaned over me. She stroked my hair, my piss-soaked hair.

I opened my mouth. She let the piss pour in, and then she kissed me.

This was my first realm kiss with Marin Izumi, and I was bound to a toilet and covered in piss. I swallowed the piss but continued to kiss her. And she was kissing me back.

After a few tender kisses on the lips, she stood up.

"Who are you?" she yelled.

I found the camera.

"My name is Kathi Choi, and I am a cum whore and a piss whore."

Marin slapped my face and walked off stage. The scene had ended.

The rope master undid the ties. It was harder this time, because the rope was wet with piss. When he released my thighs, I saw deep, red indentations. I had really been pulling on my restraints.

Marin came back and offered me a towel. I wiped myself down and, oddly, wrapped the towel around my head. My hair was wet, but it was wet with urine — I needed to wash it.

I wasn't thinking clearly.

The bukkake men were showering, so Marin and I took a seat on a bench in the locker area.

"What did you think?" Marin asked.

"I came a lot," I said.

"Do you know how many times?"


"Seven. Eight, maybe"

"Eleven times, that I counted," she said.

Wow. That's why I felt so drained.

"And the cum and the piss?" asked Marin.

"It was fine. I was so far gone that it didn't matter."

"But did you like it? Did you enjoy drinking my piss?" she asked.

"Actually, I did. It was dirty and it was kinky, but I liked that you were pissing on me."

"And the others?"

"Five strange men pissing on me? Well, you asked me to do it and I did it."

"To pay the price for cumming."

"Yes," I said. "To pay the price."

"Excellent," said Marin. "You're getting it. And your tears at the the beginning of the scene were beautiful. Thank you for that."

"They were real."

"That's what made them so good."

Some of the bukkake men were toweling off. They came up to shake my hand.

"Thank you for letting me cum on you," said one. "And for letting me piss on you."

He bowed.

Another one grabbed my hand.

"Yes, thank you very much," he said. "You are very beautiful, and are a good whore."

I was stunned.

"Kathi," said Marin. "Remember your manners!"

What to say?

"You're welcome," I said. "It was my pleasure to receive your cum and to drink your piss."

"Good girl," she said.

"And I hope you buy the video and masturbate to me," I continued.

"Excellent!" shouted Marin.

"And I hope that one day I will be able to taste your urine and semen again."

"Fantastic," said Marin, hugging me. "You've got the makings of a real Japanese porn star!"

I bowed to the bukkake men, and they bowed back. They got dressed while Marin and I hit the showers.

We washed each other again. The hot water felt good on my skin. At one point, I grabbed her and kissed her. She didn't fight this time.

"Thank you so much kissing me before," I said. "And thank you for tasting my piss."

"I liked that," she said. "And I think it helped make the scene. Your piss takes good. I would drink it again."

Fucking hell.

We finished up in the shower and got our robes. We were on lunch break, and the bukkake men had left to scout out food on their own. The office had ordered in udon noodles and salad, and I joined Peter on one of the stages to eat my food.

"You holding up?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, slurping up noodles. "It's weird, but I'm OK. A fair amount of it I like."

"So the tears?"

"The tears were real," I said. "I mean, I don't think I'm a piss whore, but maybe I am."

"You've pissed on me," he said. "Several times."

"But that's because you like it."

"The only reason I like drinking your piss is that you like pissing on me."


Bam!

"Really?"

He nodded 'yes.'

"I mean, it's not terrible," he continued, "but I do it for you. To make you happy."

Bam!

"I've never let you piss on me," I said.

"I know. I've never pressed it."


"But you do want to piss on me," I said.

"Absolutely," he said.

He leaned in and kissed me.

"Someday," he said. "Somewhere."

I kissed him back.

"Here. Now."

I grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the showers. I dropped my robe to the ground. I pulled off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and dropped his shorts.

"Marin!" I yelled. "Get a camera. Quickly!"

Peter tried to fend me off weakly, but a nude girl can be persistent. Soon I had stripped him naked. I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock.

I realized that, despite all the perverted things I had done that day, this was the first real sex I'd engaged in.

Marin rushed in with a camera.

"Rolling," she said.

I took Peter's cock out of my mouth.

"My name is Kathi Choi, and I am an American whore," I said. "This is my boyfriend, Peter Lynch. Before today, I had never let him piss on me. But I had pissed on him. This is wrong. If you give piss, you must take piss. Especially if you are a piss whore. I am a piss whore. And you will watch the first time I drink my boyfriend's piss."

I put my arms behind my back and opened my mouth. I noticed we were gathering a crowd. Peter looked a little shocked, so I reassured him.

"Peter, please let me drink your piss."

I opened my mouth again and awaited his golden stream.

He placed the head of his cock just outside my mouth and let a slow stream of urine out. When my mouth was half-full, he stopped. I swallowed, and opened my mouth again. He let go with another load, and stopped. I swallowed again.

I hadn't spilled a drop.

He did this to me six more times. I'd swallowed all of his urine, but I felt none of it on my face.

"That's it," he said. "I'm out."

I dove back on his cock. I sucked on him hard, taking him into my throat and licking his balls. He put his hands on my my head and started skull-fucking me. He was very fucking turned on, and came quickly.

He helped me to my feet. I faced the camera, and let his cum drip out of my mouth and into my hand. (This is practically required in Japanese porn, Marin had told me.) Then I slurped it up again.

I turned towards Peter and drew him in to kiss me. Peter was a cum eater, but he'd never done it on camera. But my boy was brave and eagerly kissed me. I pushed him down, so that the last of his cum would drip out of my mouth into his.

Marin brought the camera in for a close-up.

"What do you do know, Peter?" asked Marin. "What do you do with the cum in your mouth?"

Peter knew. He swallowed his own cum, and opened his mouth.

"All gone, Peter!" said Marin. "Good boy!"

She turned the camera off.

"So where did that come from?" asked Marin.

"Not sure," I said, turning on two showers. "I think I'm getting into this."

Marin walked over to Peter and kissed him.

"Nice," she said, "I can still taste a little of your cum. Shower up and then come to my desk; we'll need to do paperwork. You just made your first Japanese porn!"

Marin turned to me.

"I'm not going to put this in the main movie, but I think will work well in the Behind the Scenes segment. Thank you, Kathi. I appreciate this."