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It was beautiful and would sell for thousands.

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One night we went to that strip joint I used to go to.

We went in and sat down at the bar.

One dancer’s name was Pixie.

She was a beautiful mixed female.

She had a huge round ass and a sweet smile.

Pixie came over to us and sat down.

“Who’s this?” Pixie asked.

“This is Billy Jean.”

Pixie looked her over and said, “She’s cute.”

Then Pixie gave Billy Jean a dance.

Billy Jean was wearing a short skirt with little panties.

Pixie pushed the skirt up and rubbed her huge round ass all over Billy Jean’s crotch and thighs.

Billy Jean smiled.

Billy Jean liked it.

I liked it too.

I got a hard-on watching.

The dance was over and Pixie found someone else to dance for.

I asked Billy Jean, “So how was it, did you like it?”

She looked at me with a dirty smile and said, “Pixie licked my pussy.”

“She licked your pussy? She never licked my dick.”

“Yeah, girls get special treatment.”

Then another dancer came over. Her name was Candy.

She was into hardcore music and tattoos.

Candy was very rough and almost violent at times.

Her dances were so rough, customers fell off their seats at times.

She came over and sat next to Billy Jean, asked for her name and talked about hardcore music.

Billy Jean liked some hardcore music, so they got along well.

I just sat there and watched.

It seemed that the dancers really liked it when there was a female there.

Billy Jean offered to buy Candy a shot.

Candy accepted.

Billy Jean and Candy were both given shots of whiskey.

They both drank them down.

Then Candy offered to give Billy Jean a dance.

Billy Jean said, “Yes, please.” With a sense of urgency.

Candy started the dance.

It was a rough and powerful dance.

Billy Jean’s skirt was hiked up to her crotch again.

Then Candy started making out with Billy Jean.

It was violent.

Billy Jean was a very strong and domineering person but Candy took full control of her.

And Billy Jean allowed it.

She was very turned on by females who weren’t afraid of sexuality.

I watched and got very hard.

The dance was over and Billy Jean said, “Give me another one.”

So Candy danced again for Billy Jean.

Billy Jean knew what was coming so she knew how to behave.

She groped Candy all over, as did Candy with her.

Billy Jean grabbed her butt.

Put Candy’s nipples in her mouth.

Ran her hand over Candy’s pussy.

Candy took Billy Jean’s titties out of her shirt.

Licked them.

Sucked them.

Fondled them.

When the dance ended, I asked for one.

Candy came over to me and rubbed her butt on my crotch.

I groped her butt.

She wrapped her fingers around my dick and jacked me off through my pants.

It was a wild time.

The dances were over and we were out of money.

So we went home.

On the way home Billy Jean said, “I think I would like to work there.”

“Are you serious?”

“Fuck yeah. It looks like they have a good time in there. And I can totally make more money there than I can working at the toy store as an asinine cashier.”

“Right about that one,” I said.

“You think I should?”

“Fuck yeah, sounds like a great occupation for a person with your tastes and boundless sexual energy.”

And there it was, an authentic choice by one strange human being named Billy Jean.

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One boring day Billy Jean and I were lying on the floor naked.

There was nothing to do.

The day looked like it would be unfruitful.

Billy Jean started telling me how her sister urinates during sex on accident.

So I asked her, “Would you urinate on me during sex.”

“Yeah, that sounds wonderful.”

“Where should we have it? It might stink.”

“Upstairs, we never go up there,” said Billy Jean.

“All right, go get some towels and I’ll meet you upstairs.”

She got some towels and I went upstairs.

Billy Jean came up and put the towels on the floor.

She pointed to the floor and said, “Lie down on your back.”

I did.

I lay down on my back and she straddled me and inserted my dick.

She pumped and pumped.

I could tell by her face she was trying to piss, but she couldn’t.

She eventually gave up and sat on my chest like she was sitting on a toilet.

It took a while, but finally she urinated all over my being.

I loved it, it felt so good.

That warm piss splattering over my chest.

Flowing over my ribs and stomach.

That warm stinky liquid, oh it was nice.

Then she said, “Now you piss on me.”

She lay down and I stood above her like I was pissing at a urinal.

I stared down at her for a minute and then began to urinate.

I drank two cans of soda that day and I pissed a lot.

She squirmed as the piss hit her.

It was beautiful like “The Star-Spangled Banner” or “God Bless America.”

Billy Jean had a really deep belly button, so a lot of the piss collected there like a small puddle of love, faith, and hope.

I looked down at her urine-covered body and became insanely turned on.

I was also covered in urine.

Got on top of her and fucked her missionary, rubbing our piss-covered chests together.

Oh, it was romantic.

It was like a love scene from a Meg Ryan movie.

It was beautiful.

Rubbing our piss together was powerful.

Illuminating.

Full of grace.

Enlightening.

Scintillating.

Brilliant.

Dazzling.

A festival of cotton.

Billy Jean had an orgasm and then I pulled out and blew my load all over her urine-covered chest.

I knew that I loved her as I looked down at her cum-and-urine-covered chest.

I knew for the first time in my life what love was.

It was a set of behaviors two humans exchanged.

It wasn’t a feeling you couldn’t control.

There wasn’t anything mystical about it.

It was just behaviors.

When two assholes immensely enjoy each other’s asshole behavior.

I didn’t tell Billy Jean I loved her at that moment though.

I saw no point in it.

Our thoughts were full of dirty sex and human depravity at the moment.

Neither of us needed love or any of that shit to get in the way of a good time.

I wrote a poem about our sweet-like-a-Corvette love after the event.

You urinate on me

I urinate on you

You orgasm

I orgasm

Sometimes you do the dishes

While I cook

Sometimes I do the dishes

While you cook

We eat together

And talk about political theory

It is so nice

When we fuck

You have such a nice pussy

And a big round ass

Oh

Baby

Oh baby

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