This is part 2 of the "Anonymous human urinal" series. If you haven't already, you should first read part 1 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/urinewords/comments/1fuio9e/anonymous_human_urinal/

Bob was living a new spring of his life, full of yellow flowers. The psychotherapy meetings proved to be a game changer in his life. He is not only more aware of his mind and feelings, but his pee drinking life came back. His wife still didn't indulge him, but serving as an anonymous human urinal during his therapy meetings proved to be enough for his current needs. He was happy! Besides, he did not feel guilty until now for doing that and his wife didn't seem to suspect anything despite his new habit of chewing gum.

He already served four times as an anonymous human urinal and now he is entering the therapy apartment hoping for the fifth time. Since the first time, all therapy meetings were spiced with the yellow delight.

"Hi, Susan! How are you?"

"Hi, Bob! I am fine, thanks! Make yourself comfortable and excuse me for a minute, my last patient just left and I really need to use the toilet."

Every time an attractive enough woman goes to be bathroom, Bob tends to follow her with his eyes as she enters the bathroom, his heart starts pumping and his mouth starts drooling as if someone is licking a lemon in front of him: "Down boy!", says his inner voice. In his eyes, Susan isn't really his type of girl. He think that she isn't exactly beautiful, definitely not ugly, just kind of pretty.

Susan stops just in front of the bathroom door, returns her head and their eyes meet. Bob quickly looks in another direction, but Susan cuts that abruptly: "Hey, Bob! Serve yourself as usual with tea from the teapot. Today I made it from fenugreek. It's so nice that don't need to add any sweetening. It has a maple syrup after taste."

As Susan returns from the bathroom, Bob tells her that he also needs to use it. His recent erection made peeing pretty hard, but he managed it eventually. When he approached to sink to wash his hands, he saw a tall glass full of a yellow liquid. Obviously, he first thought it's pee, but then he realized that he is getting obsessed with this, not everything is pee on this worlds, it's probably Susan's or the previous patient's glass with fenugreek tea. But then, why is it a water glass, Susan usually serves tea in cups. "I don't know, maybe all her cups were in the dishwasher!... OK, let's see what is it!". He took the glass and smelled it: "Oh my God! It's fucking pee!". He thought that Susan was again fucking with his mind, after all it's her job to do that. "Hmm, should I drink it?". That was very tempting. Was it a test? Another game? "OK, test or not, I am going to drink it! What could go wrong? Worst case, I will fail a test and then it's her job to fix me!".

Bob took the glass, started to swallow as fast as he could, as if being caught was the main issue here, not the fact that a previously full glass will be empty. The pee was very strong and dense, even stronger than the one from his first human urinal experience. It was scratching and sticking to his thirsty throat and vapors with its pungent smell attacked his nose from all directions, from outside coming from the glass and from inside, coming from his throat. And then, he chocked a bit and started coughing. Some of the pee was overflowing from his nose. Now he could smell pee with every breath, because his nose was stuffed with overflowed pee. His eyes started to water a bit. But all this intoxicating attacks to his body felt amazing. He put the empty glass at the same place. As he exited the bathroom on his way to his seat he started asking himself if the pee was Susan's.

He sat down, his eyes met Susan's and he awkwardly smiled to her, as if he did something wrong and he is afraid of being caught.

"How is the tea, Bob?", smiled Susan.

"Oh, I... I haven't tried it ye... yet.", said Bob stuttering.

"Oh, really?!", said Susan with an implying look.

Bob took the cup and sipped.

"Oh, Bob! I am sorry, but no lady can come today to use you."

"No lady?! Were there multiple ladies?!"

"I can't tell you, you know. Remember, you know nothing about the lady who pees in your mouth. You don't know who she is, she could the same as the last time or she could be another one. You may never know. But does it matter to you?"

"Oh, no!"

"If you know, you will get attached and you don't want to cheat your wife, right?"

"Right!"

"I don't know about you, but this tea is amazing!"

"Yeah! It's very nice!"

"I know you would prefer something else...", said Susan by teasing him.

Bob blushed a bit. Any related topic made him feel suspected about the glass he drunk. But Susan changed the topic and started to talk about Bob's tendency to get burned out at work.

A few minutes before their meeting ended, Susan excused herself again: "Sorry! This tea is good, but now I need to pee again!". Her smile looked suspicious to Bob. A new boner sprung and he started following her with his eyes on her way out. Susan did not close the therapy room door.

Bob was now feeling anxious. This is the moment when she will discover that he drank the whole glass. What is she going to say when she comes back. At the same time, he had no regret, he could still feel the sticky pee inside his trout and he could still burp it. He just couldn't forget that strong but surreal taste. He realized that it might have been the strongest pee he ever tried, precious like a very old whiskey. After two minutes the bathroom door opened and his heart started racing. He saw Susan passing through the hall. "Fuck! Was that the empty glass in her hand?!!". Then, he heard some dish noises from the kitchen. Then, Susan closed the door of the therapy room. Weird! After a few minutes he heard the door of the clinic. "Maybe it's the next patient", he thought.

Susan entered the therapy room very energetic and cheerful: "Good news! A lady just came and she is crossing her legs. I hope you still got room after all that tea... 'cause she can't hold it anymore. Quickly! Shirt off and on the floor! Now!", said Susan while putting a towel on the floor. She quickly tied the scarf over his eyes and put him the handcuffs.

Caught by surprise, he didn't even have the time to get to his usual heart pumping state, but his penis, like a soldier on duty already took its military instruction position. He heard the door. His ears were alert to catch any clue about the woman that came to relieve herself. He waited for the instructions that Susan was usually whispering. But there was no talking, just some light foot steps close to his ears. He felt the presence of someone near his head and suddenly he sniffed an irresistible pussy smell. It wasn't the pungent kind. Then, without notice a milky pussy French-kissed his mouth. "Someone is ovulating!", he thought smilling. It was rich in vaginal discharge, a dense one, a bit sour and extremely sticky. The taste and smell of it drove him crazy and he started sucking it until he could swallow some of it. But it was unswallowable, it stuck to his throat like peanut butter. Again without notice an extremely strong stream gushed into his mouth. The urine was surprisingly floral. Not salty at all, but instead having a maple syrup after taste without being sweet though. Being that warm, it really felt like another cup of tea, but served in a violent way. The contrast between the sensible flavor and the abrupt pressure has disturbing. The vapor coming out of his nose were very aromatic. He couldn't really accept that urine could really have such sophisticated aroma. He was thinking that maybe his mind is making more of it due to his deep passion for drinking the most intimate essence a woman has. Compared to the sticky miserable piss he desperately ingested while choking earlier from a glass, this nectar was far less dense and it cleared the vaginal sticky milky discharge that earlier blocked his throat. But the speed was crazy. He has thought of himself as being a champion of swallowing lately, but today it was clear that he has facing a woman that really couldn't hold it. An explosion was inevitable. And then, it happened! His lips unsealed the connection for a moment and a flow squirted directly in his nose. He realized that the explosion was a bless. He almost forgot how much he loves when he sniffs pee. When he has a flu he puts aromatic oils in your nose and it feels nice. But having drops of pee in his nose makes Bob feel like the room is spinning. He always asked himself if the pee is the one making him dizzy, like a drug, or it's only his enthusiasm. Well, does it matter? For a moment he was in heaven. Now he needs to leave this small paradise, because the stream started to slow down. He made his usual prays in front of the temple of love to bless him with a few more drops. And those came. It was not clear to him if his sucking brought some more vaginal discharge in his mouth or the past drops were more dense. "Well ended!", he sought.

He started to wake up from his mindful experience and his normal stream of thoughts came back, like the sun after the storm. What a storm! He started to ask himself why there was no whispering like before.

While the lady that just lost pounds of her mass left the room in silence, his inner voice started a long monologue: "It's got to be Susan. The usual lady couldn't came today to pee in my mouth, so Susan decided to play a game and pee in a glass. When she realized that I drank the whole glass, she decided to pee in my mouth after all that tea she drank. Then, that's why there was no whispering. If Susan would have whispered, I would have realized it's her the one who pisses. Yeah! It's got to be her! Then, how would a blindfolded lady be able to put her pussy that precise on my mouth without vocal instructions. It was Susan and she wasn't blindfolded, she probably enjoyed looking at my greedy mouth."

Susan came and took his blindfold off. He smiled to her in the same way you do to a woman you just made love with. But shortly, Bob became more interested in resolving the mystery.

"There wasn't any whispering today now! How did the lady managed to find my mouth without vocal instructions from you?"

"I conducted her without any instructions. And who knows, maybe it's not her first time with you and he kind of knew how to dance towards your mouth."

"Was that so?", smiled Bob.

"OK, Sherlock! Stop! You shouldn't try to investigate who's the mysterious lady, otherwise, your will start to mentally cheat on your wife. Remember, cheating is a projection of your mind."

But Sherlock was still there with him. He was pretty sure that the lady today was Susan. And he felt that he was falling for her. All he could think about was her teasing smile and all he could feel was the deep aroma of the last pee he ingested, from nose to mouth and from mouth to stomach. He already had butterflies in his stomach and they were all for Susan.

Bob entered his house while chewing his weekly gum. His wife greeted him with a smile full of love. But all he could feel was some bitter guilt and anxiety.

"Bob!! Come! I made the greatest tea ever! It's fenugreek tea!"

She then hugged him and whispered near his ear: "And then I have a surprise for you, you'll love it!"

Bob was perplexed! He thought: "Fenugreek! What the fuck! Nooo, it wasn't Susan, it was my wife! The lady was my wife and she wasn't blindfolded!". But it was too late, he was already falling for Susan...