Monday, August 4, 2014

I Peed In My Panties On Purpose

My Fictional Wetting Story

this is a fictional story.

Wendy is a 19 year old girl she has a secret fetish for wetting herself, but one Friday afternoon it all changed the moment her sister walked into the bathroom and caught her peeing in her blue cotton panties while sitting on the toilet.

Jo her sister stood at the entrance to the bathroom shocked at what she was seeing, she couldn't believe that her big sis was wetting herself deliberately and didn't even looked ashamed or shocked or even stop peeing as Jo stood there and watched.

Jo shut the bathroom door behind her still staring at Wendy wetting herself, what you doing that for Jo said, it turns me on a lot, why dint you try it said Wendy, Jo stood still shocked but now quite curious to see what it feels like to do it in her panties.

its a bit childish wetting your pants isn't it said Jo, Wendy smiled back yes i suppose but you soon forget about that after you do it once or twice, Jo thought about it, if my sis is 19 and she wets herself then being 17 isn't going to matter.

OK then, said Jo I'm going to do it, I'm going to pee in my panties, Wendy stood up from the toilet looking in the mirror checking out her pee soaked panties, ah that looks good she said.

Jo pulled down her jeans leaving her pink panties on, she sat down on the toilet, this feels weird she said, just forget about that your still wearing your panties and just go pee, Jo done just that, she closed her eyes sighed and began to wet herself for the first time.

Wendy watched as her little sister was becoming a potential wetter like her, Jo continued wetting her panties starting to understand why Wendy liked doing it, the nice warm wet feeling spreading around her vagina and *** making her feel quite turned on.

what do you think then said Wendy, it feels good replied Jo, i think i will be doing this more often, Wendy smiled at Jo as she pulled her skirt back down and left the bathroom, Jo sat there feeling guilty and ashamed thinking what she had just done, she knew that wetting herself was a bit childish but it turned her on so much.

a couple of days later there mum had left to go shopping for the day leaving Wendy and Jo in the house, Wendy had always liked this day as she could wet herself in her tight blue jeans, Jo came in to Wendy's room, Wendy was just finishing off a big bottle of water, you must be going to wet your panties again, said Jo.

I'm going to wet myself but in my jeans as well, do you feel like trying it said Wendy, Jo said I'll be right back, Jo went to her room and changed into her also tight blue jeans, Wendy followed her to her room with a couple of big bottles of water.

an hour later they were both so desperate and thought it was time to relieve some pressure, they walked to the bathroom, Jo was a bit hesitant wanting Wendy to do it first, Wendy stepped into the bath hitched up her jeans to make them even tighter opening her legs slightly looking down to her crotch and began to wet herself, her pee poured forcefully into her jeans instantly soaking her crotch and *** and streaming down her legs making her jeans shine with her warm wetness.

Wendy stood there sighing and smiling with her eyes closed as she drained her last drops of pee out of her feeling aroused and content at what she had just done, Jo stood watching with her hand on her crotch trying to keep her pee from escaping, she quickly jumped into the bath not being able to hold it in any longer, quickly opening her legs, her pee started gushing out hissing as it started spreading around her crotch and *** and down her legs.

Jo stood rigid not being able to do anything just watching as she wet herself in her jeans, the warm wetness of her pee tickled her vagina as it poured out turning her on immensely, Wendy was standing with her hand on her vagina feeling an ****** coming, she left the bathroom quickly as she couldn't control her body from almost blacking out through the strength of her approaching ******.

Jo forced out her last spurts of pee, looking down at her now almost completely pee soaked jeans, it felt fantastic she thought as she too could feel a overwhelming ****** approach, she rubbed and squeezed her vagina over the wetness of her jeans gasping as her ****** climaxed making her legs buckle underneath her, Jo sat in the pee soaked bath feeling totally content at what she had just achieved and wasn't feeling any guilt anymore.

Komeister13 18-21, F11 Responses 6 Mar 26, 2012

Monday, July 7, 2014

17 People Tell The Story Of How They Pooped Their Pants

1. Stitches.

People seem to like stories about me humiliating myself, so here is this one again:

Once ate some funky mexican and had the ability to fart on command for like two days. My sister was in the kitchen and I thought it would be funny to run in and do one of those “Jump and click heels” maneuvers, but spice up the gumbo by letting a fart go at the moment of clicking.

Well, the up-jump went well, the heel clicking succeeded, and then I just straight up shit my pants. The shock of crapping myself sort of threw off my mojo and I fell without catching myself properly.
This resulted in me hitting my head on the counter and three stitches. Awkward scar to explain to people.

tl;dr I shit myself so hard I had to get stitches.

2. Thong.

Was shopping with my sister. She had a skirt and a thong on. She though she could sneak one out….. ended up dripping poop throughout the department store.

I reiterate, never trust a fart.

3. Driving.

My dad was driving when he felt a fart coming on. He wanted it to ring through the car to have a good laugh about the the loudness, because he was sure it was gonna be a loud one I guess. So he turned down the radio, put himself in a good position, gave a little push, and shat his whole pants. Emarrased, hee turned the car around and went home to change pants and underwear.

Now here’s the strange part: He was the only one in the car.

4. Chron’s.

Crohn’s Disease.

5. Friend.

My best friend once sharted in my pajama bottoms which I had given to her during a sleep over. I can’t remember what it was that I said but she laughed her ass off, suddenly got all quiet and went: “Im so sorry but I just shat in your pants”.

EDIT: We were 19 when this happened.

6. Fine.

I will make this quicker that I do when I tell it out loud.

Came to work. Felt fine. 11am I start to feel a little queasy. 12 I realize I need to go home. On ride home I fart. Not a fart. Get home and strip my khakis/boxers off and toss in dumpster. Spend all day laying outside bathroom and getting up every 30 minutes or so. Around 10pm I muster up the strength to go get soup and waters. Realize my wallet is in my khakis. Dumpster dive at 10pm sick as a dog and sift through my shit khakis.

Bad day.

7. Parking.

I was walking in a parking lot with a friend who was trailing a little bit behind me, she then grabbed my shoulders and screamed in my ear. I was apparently so scared I shit my pants. She never lets me forget that she literally scared the shit out of me.

8. Guard.

I was on tower guard in Afghanistan. I fucked up by trusting a fart just made liquid goodness in my pants. Luckily I had been sick all week and had tp with me. I got my friend in the tower to watch the stairs while I wiped. The second I broke the seal and took off my underwear he started gagging. My sergeant comes up asking why we called him and I just straight up said “I shit my pants Sgt”. Word spread fast and by the time my shift was over the whole base had found out.

9. Mom.

When I was 8 I went grocery shopping with my mom at parthmark. I came down with a feeling in my butt but I clenched. Soon I knew that I couldn’t hold it for much longer and I begged my mom to purchase her things and leave. She promised me it was gonna be really quick she just needed to pick up a couple more things. Quick became like 15 minutes and I was on the verge of crying. My asshole was growing weak.

We finally left and on the journey home, 2 blocks before reaching home, I couldn’t hold it anymore and I just shit myself was crossing the street. I felt the warmth in my underwear. It was so relieving but shameful at the same time.

When I got home I cleaned myself up and then I heard my mom laughing about it with my sisters in the living room.

10. Courthouse.

I’ve been dying to tell this story but my mom would kill me if I told anyone irl. It wasn’t me, but her.

We were on our way back from the courthouse one day and stop at the Subway on the corner there, before catch the metro train back to our cars. After we ate, we did our business in the restrooms and headed to the train station. We picked it up where it dumps into the city and were riding it all the way back to the end. It’s about a 30-45 minute ride with all the stops. Anyway, about five minutes in, my mom is complaining about her stomach being upset. It grows worse the further we go, to the point where I’m googling the nearest bathrooms from each stop. Finally, about 3/4s of the way, she just can’t hold it any longer. Fortunately there’s only like two other people in the train car when she let’s loose, and it’s awfully quiet of a poop. Immediately, the smell washes over me to the point where I nearly gag. Being the good son I am, I announce loudly, for the others to hear, “WOOOOOOO BOY THAT REEKS. I just busted serious ass, sorry mom.”

We finish the ride and as we get off, I take my button down shirt off and offer it to her to tie around her waist in an effort to hide the massive shit stain on her white pants. We get into he parking garage and back to our cars. Fortunately, I didn’t have a washer/dryer at my house and had just done laundry, so I give her a pair of my shorts and she ducks behind my open door and does her best to clean off, leaving behind a big ole mess.

Best part? I used that metro a few weeks later, they’d installed port a pots on every floor. Checkmate, MTA.

Ninja edit: the reason I mentioned subway was because she was adamant she’d gotten food poisoning. Called the health department and that subway was eventually shut down for violating codes or some shit.

11. School.

I was doing a project for school during my junior year with a glass of apple juice. Finished the apple juice then poured another glass. After about 4 glasses of apple juice my stomach started to rumble. I just thought I was hungry, no big deal. Went to let out a fart, opened the flood gates, liquid fire spills out my b-hole. Spent the next 3 hours unleashing volcanic fury into my toilet like I was Mount Vesuvius or something. Never trust a fart.

12. Gamer.

I’m a father, and husband, gamer nerd and workaholic that doesn’t drink or party… I don’t get out very often, but it was the premiere week of Prometheus, and as a die hard fan of both the franchise and sci-fi genre, I knew this was worth burning a vacation day for.

I paid for a day of daycare at my daughter’s preschool, and after dropping her off, the wife and I made our way to the local mall. Since the ticket booth wouldn’t open for some time, we decided to wander the mall window shopping…

We have about 15 minutes before the booth opens, and decided to stop in the dollar store to find something for our 4 year old to play with…while the wife is stopping to look at something, I felt the urge to let something loose, and once I felt “it” start to run down the inner depths of my cheekius maximus, I clenched like I had never clenched before, and stopped the “flow”… “LUCKY ME” I thought, because there’s no fucking way, after all the arrangements I had made, the ONE day I get for my enjoyment will NOT be ruined.

I immediately said to my wife “I have to pee really bad now”.

“But you just went like 10 minutes ago, let me check out here and we’ll both go before the movie starts”

(in whisper yell)”I HAVE TO GO NOW”

“Ok, well just meet me at the theater”

After my (horribly) well planned diversion, I made my way (waddling) into the nearest mall department store (still clenching), and found the rest room…

I finished exercising the demons that had tried to ruin my day, I looked down to assess the damage to my undergarment…the situation was not pretty, but I did keep the mess contained to within the drawers.

I’ll skip you the awful details, but taking my shoes off to remove the defiled boxer-briefs was not an option, and that is when I learned that ripping off shitty boxers is not as easy as you might expect, but nevertheless 5 minutes later, I was clean, boxers in the garbage, and it was time to watch the movie, commando style, like a boss.

TL;DR – Prometheus was not the shittiest thing I saw that day.

13. Drunk.

My friend was acting like a drunk asshole at a party. And I mean he was wasted. So as a prank, I shit in his pants so we could all humiliate him for shitting his own pants when he woke up the next day.

(His pants were on the floor next to the bed, I didn’t put my butt to his butt and shit on it, or shit in my hands and stuff it in his pants. I just squatted over his pants and shit on the inside and stomped it out like there was a tiny fire.)

14. Gassy.

I was pretty gassy that day and I knew I had to crap. I thought I could hold it in long enough to make it home from work (I was in the field. No bathroom). I was almost done and only 20-30 minutes from home. I figured I could let off some pressure and slip a few farts out. Usually doing this and/or pissing on the side of the road is a world of difference. Unfortunately I had no coverage to take a leak on this road and my farts were not trustworthy. I sharted and had to ride home having slightly crapped my pants.

To make matters worse when I got home (I had just bought the house) my overly friendly neighbor wanted to discuss at length the trash pickup schedule and other helpful neighborhood advice. I was deadlocked in this conversation for 10 minutes while still having to take a massive crap.

I finally got inside and had forgotten my dad was there to help us paint. Awkwardness. I ran to the bathroom to unleash the mud beast that had been growling at the gates for the past hour. What I found was total relief and euphoria. For 30 seconds. Then panic. I had to call my wife and have her bring clothes there for me to change into. We had just bought the house and hadn’t moved in yet. We wanted to paint first, which btw I highly recommend anyone do if they have the opportunity.

I showered and changed my clothes in 5 or so minutes. I was just in time to be 15 minutes late for my wife’s uncles’ (they’re twins that’s where the apostrophe belongs) birthday dinner.

15. Gum.

As a child and teen I would eat bubble gum like it was candy; Chew for a few seconds and swallow. We’ve all heard the myth of how bubble gum stays in your stomach for seven years. Well I can attest that that is a LIE. So, here I was, a preteen/teenager, laying on the couch when I have to fart. No biggie. I let it go and something feels yucky in my underwear, so I rush to the bathroom because I think I pooped myself. I pull down my pants to find BRIGHT PINK GUM. I sharted undigested bubble gum, you guys.

16. Movies.

Wow I don’t know why I’m so excited to tell this, but it’s finally my chance!

So the story begins when I was about 13 years old. I went to the movies with my mom and brother and sister to see Planet 51. Whenever I go to the movies, I usually drink a lot of pop, and put the white cheddar seasoning on my popcorn. The seasoning always upsets my stomach, but I love it so much so I ate it anyways.

So the movie ends, and I tell my mom to wait a few minutes so I can take a shit. Enter the washroom, and nothing comes out, stomach isn’t hurting at all, so we leave the theater. As soon as I step outside, my stomach starts hurting a lot, the hurt you get a few minutes before an intense shit. I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time, so I didn’t ask if they could wait while I empty my bowels. Reluctantly, I get into the car and we pull onto the highway. My stomach is hurting so much by then what I’m sweating and breathing a lot.

Deciding I didn’t want to have an accident, I ask my mom if she can stop somewhere, and she says ‘I’ll stop if I can find somewhere.’ Within a minute, I couldn’t hold it any longer. My stomach was aching with pain and I was yelling ‘IT FEELS LIKE I’M HAVING A BABY!!!’ Finally, I feel its gonna come out, and so I lift my ass off the car seat and let it flow.

It was a smelly ride home, and because I didn’t want to smother my legs with even more shit, I had to hold myself off the seat with the armrests all the way home.

Five years later I still can’t live it down.

17. Anniversary.

Well. Here it goes.

It was my 6 month anniversary, Friday night with my boyfriend. We go out to a nice dinner and do a few rounds of putt putting. Everything is fine. Go back to his house and I start feeling nauseous. I puked a few times. It started out not so bad but then it got more and more violent. Then the diahreah happened. Which is a lovely thing to have happen at your boyfriends house. He was real sweet about it. But since I was wearing a dress, I asked to borrow a pair of his sweat pants since I was obviously sick and getting really cold. Anyways, it happened. I started both having epic diahreah and vomiting simultaneously. And normally I was able to make it to the toilet and grab a trash can (eventually I never left, but at this point I was switching from laying on the floor and moving when I had to. ) I feel the vomiting coming. I didn’t make it to the toilet. And I literally shit my boyfriends pants.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Julie’s Sprinkles Lead to a Downpour

Hey, my name is Jule Walbridge, and I have a confession to make. You see, I really enjoy peeing my panties. Wetting myself is a turn on for me, and it has been ever since my senior year in high school. If you are weirded out by this, I am sorry (and you probably shouldn’t read any further). It just feels really nice to get this off my chest because I’ve never told anyone my secret before (and it was killing me!). Now let me tell you a story about the first time I wet my panties:

At the age of 18, I was ready to leave adolescence behind and start being an “adult”. However, one of the first things I did was probably the least “adult” thing I could do - I wet my panties.

I wasn’t really trying to wet my panties… I was just really bored. You see, I was a senior in high school and it was the last week of school. I was basically done with everything - all my classes were just time fillers… extremely boring time fillers.

It was seventh period, almost the end of the day, and I really had to pee. All I had to do was raise my hand and ask, yet I didn’t feel like it. It was hot, I was tired, and I was busy trying to find ways to entertain myself. Basically, I began opening up my pee hole and waiting for the pee to sneak up to the opening, then I would clench my muscles and force the pee back in. I don’t have the slightest idea why I was doing this, but it was somewhat entertaining compared to listening to Mr. Blofis, the teacher. Besides, it was strangely pleasurable, too.

Soon enough, my pee was leaking out as I did this. But only a little bit each time. I hardly noticed that I was getting wetter and wetter. It just felt naughty to leak a little bit into my panties. After about 15 minutes, I came out of my stupor and realized that I was feeling rather wet and warm down there.

Slightly alarmed, I discretely placed a hand on my panties to check. Yep - I was soaked, but still needed to pee very badly. It felt as though the constant opening and closing of my pee hole had weakened my muscles. I needed to pee worse than before. Thank God I hadn’t been sitting on my skirt. My white, bikini cotton panties took a beating, so my skirt definitely would have, too.

Just as I was raising my hand to ask to go to the restroom, the bell rang. I ran to the bathroom, but it was crowded… just my luck. I couldn’t be late for Mrs. Oligeri’s class. We were done with work for the year, but she still got mad if students were tardy. Even worse, she refused to let anyone use the restrooms during class.

I asked her anyways, but I got the answer I expected: No!

I was sent back to my desk to write an easy, yet lengthy essay with my left hand while my right hand pressed firmly against my soaked panties. I managed to get through the class without much further damage (after all, my panties were already soaked), but I didn’t even bother running to the bathroom afterward. It was the end of the day and I had to catch my bus.

As I hobbled onto bus No.47 and into my seat, my bladder screamed as if it knew that I was getting farther away from the nearest bathroom. As the bus started up, all I could do was bite my lip and hope to make it home.

At my stop, I got up and saw that I had left a nice, butt-shaped wet print on my seat. I quickly got off and hurried in the direction of my house. Only one more mile to go, I thought to myself.

With only a half-mile left to go, I could barely move without leaking. My legs were streaked with pee and a few tears streaked my face. I knew I would never make it home. My bladder was a bomb and the detonator was going off… right now!

I looked around and saw no one to ask for help (which meant no one to laugh at me, either). I sat down in the grass beside the road, put my head in my arms and began to cry. I had lost the battle and my little white panties were paying the price.

All of a sudden, the bomb went off and I began gushing into my panties. At first, I tried to stop it, but I realized it was no use. I pushed as hard as I could to give relief to my straining bladder. There was an audible hiss from my pee hitting my panties and the grass. Warmth continued to spread across my butt and up my pussy. I was completely soaked. My panties, my ass, my legs, my skirt, and even my hands were wet.

And yet, I didn’t feel so humiliated. Sure, I did a childish thing and wet myself. But my tears had stopped - apparently they got flushed out with my pee - and I felt warm all over. Wetting myself didn’t feel so bad after all. The warm wetness that encased my pussy wasn’t all from pee anymore. I was becoming aroused. I took my hand and slipped it beneath my sodden panties. When I touched myself, I felt a jolt sweep across my body and a soft moan escaped my lips. But then I opened my eyes and I remembered where I was and the state I was in.

I got up quickly and took a look at myself. I was very wet, but mostly under my skirt. I figured I could slip by my mother and into my room without her noticing. There I would continue exploring my new… hobby of sorts.

I had no idea why I was aroused by wetting myself, but I wasn’t about to dwell on something I had no control over. All I know is this: I enjoy wetting my panties. It may be weird and it may be considered childish, but we all need to find our inner child sometime, right? ;)

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Master left this morning for work. I am normally up and making breakfast, but I was dead asleep in bed when he left. When I woke up a package and a card sat on the table. I was as excited as a little girl and took a minute to reflect on him.

I was his little girl, always had been. He was my Daddy, took care of me in everyway needed. I quickly ripped off the beautiful ribbon and tore the wrapping paper off just as quickly. In the box, were a single pair of white panties. Cotton, full bottomed, god awful panties. A sarcastic smiles comes across my face, and I wonder what the world he has bought these for. I careful tear the pink envelope open and the face on the card has a picture of a lovely bouquet of daffodils. The middle simply said--

"baby girl, put these panties on at exactly 6:00pm. Wear nothing but these. We will be having company."

I stare at it for a little while, with a million thoughts running through my head. We never had company over. For dinner parties of course, but never with me in god awful granny panties. That is the first thing that runs through my head. How can I look good with these panties on. They are nothing like what Master normally has me wear. Lacey thongs or nothing is what my norm is. My heart beats faster and my palms become sweaty as I think of what daddy has in store for me.

I watch the clock for hours, cleaning the house in nothing at all. I am not to wear clothes around the house. Daddy only allows them when we are out and about. Cleaning anything I possibly can to simply pass the time. I shower and lotion my body so it is appealing to Master. Making sure I pay extra attention to my breasts and pussy. Adorning them with the sweetest scents. Making sure that every inch of my pussy is shaved clean and free of any hair. Daddy always checks that closely. I lightly run my fingers outside the lips and down to my ass. Careful not to touch inside my pink or my clit. I am soaking wet and horny from the apprehension of daddy and company coming. I could cum at any second but know damn well I better not. Daddy has such a good scent for things like that. He has caught me many times playing with myself. Coming in and smelling my fingers to make sure that I have not touched. Tasting them on a regular basis. I am proud that I am bare and smooth. I get up and wash my hands so daddy can not smell me. I seductively slide on my panties. In a strange way those panties made me feel sexy, and I look at myself in the mirror. I turn my head and glance at the clock. 5:45. I quickly light some candles around the house and kneel with my head on the floor, waiting by the door as I do every night as daddy enters his domain.

I hear the car pull up in the driveway and the car door shut. I listen closely for daddy to turn the key, but he does not come in right away. I hear yet another car pull in the driveway and that door slam. I hear two men?s voices coming toward the door and I make sure to spread my legs open a little further. The door creaks open and daddy walks right over me.

"Wow, now that is one good little cunt" I hear the deep dark voice, unfamiliar to me.

"Thank you Sam, she does work at it." Master laughs as he thanks the man back.

I want to glance up and see what this Sam guy looks like, but I keep my body to the floor.

"Okay little girl you may get up and get Sir Sam and I a cup of coffee."

I try as gracefully as possible to get off of the floor. I am never very good at that transition but manage not to fall on my face. I quickly serve Master and Sir Sam cups of coffee. Master takes his and smiles at me. Sir Sam pushes it away. Masters smile turns as fast as it came.

"Did you ask Sir Sam how He takes his coffee little one?"

"No Master, girl did not."I swallow hard

He smack my ass hard and nods to me.

"Sir Sam, what may girl add to your coffee to satisfy your taste Sir?"

"Just sugar girl, two scoops." He snaps back unhappily.

I scurry into the kitchen, adding 2 measured scoops to his coffee. Serving it gracefully I keep my hands up level, until he sips it. He nods with satisfaction and I quickly kneel at Daddy?s feet awaiting the next command.

"Good baby girl, now get up on the table and let Sir Sam and I see your panties"

I stand high of the table and pull my panties up a little. The are a tad big, but I know that Master wants them that way. The room is quiet and both men simply look at me. Their eyes raping every inch of my body. I simply look straight forward as not to catch them in a glance.

"Now little one, bend over with your pussy and ass in Sir Sam's face. I want your cunt in line with his nose so you may adjust yourself accordingly."

I turn my feet and body to Sir Sam's face, rolling back on the heels of my feet to get as close to him as I can without touching him. I feel his breath on my pussy and close my eyes. I hear him breath in a few times, and comment.

"That is one sweet little cunt. I can smell it is wet already. You have found yourself one good whore."

I await his touch, but it never comes. He simply breathes hot breaths as close to my panties and pussy as he can.

"Baby girl, I am sure you are wondering why you have these god awful white panties on aren't you?"

"Yes Master , girl has wondered all day." I quietly say.

"Sir Sam loves a woman's piss. He loves to see a girl pee in her panties and lick them clean. You are going to get a bowl, squat over it and piss all over those white cotton panties. When you are finished pissing in them, He will lick the outside of your panties and I will be fucking your ass with my fingers. You will be allowed to cum. When you do, Sam will slide his fingers along your pussy and inside scooping up the cum and eating it. You see little one, Sam loves cunt, and I have told him what a horny one you have." Master lifts my chin and nods to me.

I get up and search for a bowl, my palms are sweating and I am nervous. I find one and head back to the table. Placing it in the middle of the table, I climb back on. Glance over at Master and wait for a nod. He simply nods only once and I squat over the bowl. I see Sam staring at me the entire time, licking his lips waiting for the urine that will escape my body. I am nervous and it takes awhile for the warm urine to fill my white panties. Staining them with yellow liquid, it suddenly gives me chills against my cool body.

Soft moans are heard from both daddy and Sam, and Sam sucks on his fingers as the urine fills my panties. Only a little urine hit?s the bowl, most has soaked into my panties. I await for Daddy?s command as what to do next. Master pets my head and speaks loving, and softly in my ear.

"What a good little pet, look over at Sir Sam."

I glance over at him. His eyes are wide as saucers and he is hungrily sucking his fingers.

"So Sam, what is you that you wish of sweet naia now?" Master stretches up and looks at the gentleman.

"I want that piss soaked pussy, to bury my face in those soaked panties."

He has not spoken directly to me the whole time he has been there. I understand my place and what he wants, so I simply ignore that he is speaking over me.

"I want to taste that horny cunt on my fingers and gobble it all up. I am ready, are you?" He looks over to Master

"Yep, I am ready. Bend over the table girl. Sam will be sitting on the floor tasting your pussy and panties. He will also be jacking his cock off and Cumming on your feet. I will be fucking your ass hard with my fingers. I have given you permission to cum, as I am sure you are horny. You may cum whenever you like." Master smiles at me and I smile back.

I climb off of the table my panties are now cool from the air. I bend over the table and my breasts hit the table hard. It is cold underneath of me, but I soon feel Sam?s breath close to my pussy. He starts to hungrily lap up the soaked panties focusing on my clit and opening. He softly runs his tongue on the inside of my thighs to lap up any urine that hit there. I subconsciously grind my pussy harder in his face and Master smacks my ass hard. I immediately stop and relax myself. Quickly Master invades my ass with his fingers as promised and I gasp for air. Sam focuses hard on the top of the crotch of my panties and my clit swells underneath of him. My body is throw around as they take turns making me squirm from front to back. I bit my lip to put off Cumming as much as I can. Daddy notices and bend down to whisper in my ear. The slight movement just from him leaning push his fingers harder into my ass. My cunt comes hard as Sam buries himself deeper into me. My feet suddenly become warm as he shoots hot sticky cum on my feet. Master soon replaces his fingers with his cock and fucks me hard. Pounding deeper in my cunt, Sam sticks his fingers inside my pink hot pussy. I suddenly come again, and feel Master immediate follow. Loading my ass full with cum. We stand there a minute in silence, and Sam removes his fingers.

"So Sam, pretty tasty cunt isn't it?" Master asks as he rests his head on my back.

"Oh yes, that is one tasty little whore, both cunt and piss." He violently bites my inner thigh and I jump a little. Master removes his now soft and empty cock and I clean it up without even thinking. He pets my head as Sam sits in the chair.

"Okay lil girl, kiss Sam and thank him for making you cum. Then go ahead and start making dinner. You are to wear those piss soaked panties all night long."

I quietly walk over and kneel at Sam's feet. He bends down and kisses me deeply. I can taste my cum in his mouth and he lifts my chin and smiles.

"Thank You Sir Sam for making girl cum."

He nods and I get up to make dinner. With only the sound of the two men talking about what a good time they had.

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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

peeing kinda day

Ive been alone most of the day so I tried something by wearing a diaper today and was peeing in that, but i missed the feeling of the pee running down my legs so i started peeing in my pants when i needed to. i am trying to hold on more then just peeing cause i have to. now im thinking about peeing the bed tonight. its been about a month since i have done that. my thing is i want to pee my bed when im still sleeping, most times i pee my bed i am just waking up and decide to let it go, and there was one time i woke up while peeing the bed, which i have to say i loved... now that i think about it im getting really turned on.... so how should i plan this out? make sure i have to pee when i go to sleep?

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