Heather was the party urinal again that night. It always seemed like she lost the rock paper scissors to see who would be it for the night.

Little did her roommates know, but she always lost on purpose. Spending all night in pointless small talk, drinking beer, and getting laid was just no fun for her.

“There’s really nothing like a night spent on my knees as cock after cock empties itself into my open mouth. Even the guys who jerk off into my mouth of face fuck me after are worth it to get used and humiliated as a urinal all night,” she thought, taking another mouthful of acrid piss and swallowing it down.