Golden Shower

Last night was another late night at the office. I normally work a ton of hours and tonight was no exception. My entire building was empty and it was just me. I snuck downstairs to have a cigarette before wrapping up the work for the day.

I was outside my building went a woman approached me. She asked if I had any money so she could get some food. She explained that she was very hungry and what take whatever I could give her. As I am used to people asking for money and cigarettes downtown, I have a preprogrammed thing that I say. Sorry but I don‘t have any cash on me just my debit card. I told her this and she said please help me out, I‘m starving. I said I am sorry but I can‘t help you out. She then said, please I will do anything for some money. As if on cue, she then says I mean anything, I will follow you up to your office and suck your dick right now. At that moment, I had a twinkle in my eye and told her that I wasn‘t interested in a blowjob but I did have another thought. It was kinky and I didn‘t know if she would go for it.

She said fuck it, I don‘t care, let‘s go up there and you can fill me in. So we went through the lobby, up the elevator and arrived at my door. I was so nervous that I could hardly get the key in the door. Once we entered she looked at me and said well tell me what I have to do. I stammered a bit and finally got the words out. I want to pull out my dick and piss all over your lovely face and your body and when I am finished I want to jerk off in your face. I noticed that she appeared to have a nice rack and in the light she was actually much more attractive than I originally thought and was younger also, I would peg her age at about 28-30. 

Her face turned beet red and she was silent. I thought to myself well this isn‘t going to happen and I hope she doesn‘t run out of here. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. And then she says very quietly to me, you want to piss on my tits? You want to mark your territory on my body? You disgusting pig, that is the nastiest thing anyone has ever said to me. The last line was said with a smile and a glint in her eye.

She then ripped off her coat, shirt and bra and kneeled before me. She started whispering some really dirty talk and told me to use her as my toilet. I nervously unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock. I was pretty hard and found it difficult to piss at first. Then finally after what seemed like an hour the first little trickle started. I aimed it directly into her mouth. She sucked it down like it was fine wine. As my stream started to flow more freely I soaked her hair, her face, her neck and finally her tits. They weren‘t the biggest in the world, but man were they great. Perky with nipples that were hard as a rock. It was a really long piss and I was really enjoying myself. As the stream started to slow, she grabbed my dick and put it in her mouth. She sucked me as the last few drops came out and swallowed it down like a champ.

At this point I immediately got hard and she was blowing me like a porn star. I pulled out and told her the deal was I wanted to cum on her face.

Her exact words were that was the sexiest thing that anyone has ever done to me. My panties are fucking soaked and I need you in me now. With that she pulled her pants down, bent over my desk and basically threw my dick inside her. She was so wet and so tight I knew that I couldn‘t last very long. She was making this humming sound as she fucked me for all I was worth. We both only lasted a couple of minutes and as I felt her start to cum on my dick I blasted into her. My knees were shaking and I had to sit in my chair to try and recover. As I leaned back to catch my breath she climbed up on my face and told me to eat my cum out of her. I did as I was told and ate that pussy like it had a cure for cancer. I never tasted my cum before and it really turned me on. After I cleaned up her pussy, I sucked her clit and tried to get her off again. As she began to moan I knew she was close and went after her like a madman. She soon started cumming and rubbed her pussy all over my face. Just as she finished cumming, she released a torrent of her piss from her used pussy. She pissed a super strong stream but it only last a few seconds. I drank all I could and my shirt and tie were soaked with her piss. At this point, we went back downstairs for a smoke, I ordered a pizza and had it delivered upstairs. 

As she ate, she forced me to eat her pussy again and she pissed in my mouth. This time all her inhibitions were gone and she must have pissed out a gallon or more. When she finished eating, she hopped on my dick and we fucked like crazy once more. After we came again, we talked about what we had done and she asked when I was working late again.

I told her that damnit I have more paperwork to do and I would have to stay late again tomorrow. I am already prepping by drinking tons of water and want to piss on and in her multiple times. I will post our next round.

Pissing in my new shorts. Debra's peeing adventures.

Well I think I've been very very good, I've had these new pale blue silky nylon shorts for nearly a week now and up until today, I've only looked at them, I decided to save them for today.

I started drinking when I got home at 12.pm midday from town, the weather was cold, wet and windy, but I wore them anyway, and like I said, I drank two cans of coke and about three cups of tea in an hour and a half and sat at the computer playing scrabble because I still can't figure out how to do it with other people yet.

I had taken a couple of herbal water retention pills and by about 1.30pm, I was feeling the need to go, so I drank two glasses of blackcurrant squash and to my delight the weather started improving. I busied myself with vacuuming the house and cleaning my kitchen and before I knew it, it was about 2.30pm.

I wrote an e-mail and sitting down on the computer chair, it really hit me hard how badly I needed to go, it sent shivers down my spine and caused my toes to tingle!

At 3pm I went across the road for something, I put a skirt on first because I'd have looked daft in shorts on a cold day, but I left them on underneath, oooohhhh hell walking about really played havoc with my bladder, I longed so bad to hold it, but of course I couldn't but ooohhh what a feeling!

I continued to drink tea throughout the afternoon and early evening and continued getting more and more desperate, but having to hide it until 6pm when I was to be alone. I had another cup of tea and took my skirt off so I was wearing only those silky nylon shorts and absolutely bursting to pee. I gave myself a hold, ooohh did it feel good!

By 6.30pm I was having to rub myself quite a lot and it felt soooo incredibly good, I alternated between sitting down and standing up, holding and rubbing the whole time, I was feeling very hot, my heart was beating rapidly and my mouth was dry from where I'd been unconsciously breathing rapidly, my whole body felt very tingly and my bladder felt like it would explode at any minute.

I rubbed at my wet pussy through that nylon material and by 7pm I was frantic with desperation, pacing up and down wasn't helping very much, standing cross legged wasn't either and as for sitting down? no way! I was sooooo aroused I was sweating and shivering at the same time, rubbing and holding, pacing and standing cross legged all at the same time, by 8pm I new I'd have to do something about it right then as I was ALMOST having an orgasm right there! So I went into the back yard, it was cold but fortunately it was dry!!! The sudden cold air was too much and despite frantically holding with both hands, I started dripping through my fingers, it only took one more rub and my whole body was stunned into orbit, my head began spinning and the tingle became a bolt of electricity starting from my bladder and spreading throughout my entire body, oh wow!

When I had recovered enough to figure out where I was I found I was sitting on the cold concrete floor and before I had a chance to even try and stop it, a huge puddle began forming around my bottom, growing increasingly bigger by the second, lovely and warm against the cold ground. After about a minute I was sitting in a huge puddle and feeling light headed with both pleasure and bladder relief, I must've sat there for at least another full minute before I got up and stared at the river I had just made and the wonderful wet patch on the new shorts oooohhhhh, it was amazing and now here I sit in soaking wet shorts writing this to you! Love from Debra xx

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A FAVOURITE ONE

The minivan pulled up in the parking lot, packed full of stuff. Looked like the annual ritual of moving your child off to college. Hurriedly, she closed the passenger door of her Mom's minivan quickly, hopping out to the ground, yelling at her mother to hurry. Knees knocked together, the girl was in a panic. "Mom, hurry up!" she yelled, "I really gotta go to the bathroom, come on, let's go inside before I have an accident right here!"  I had just pulled into the parking lot, ready to grab some lunch and I had to use the bathroom pretty badly myself. It was a long drive down I-95, and I hadn't relieved myself in a few hours and my black leggings were starting to fit snug against my body as my bladder swelled. It was hot out, and my tank top was sticking to me from perspiration too. I really wanted to use the ladies room, but I thought I could hold on for a little while, and honestly, I always enjoyed the feeling of a desperate bladder, and I wasn't that far from that feeling of intense desperation myself, so I held on. As I had just gotten out of my car and started to walk across the parking lot to the entrance, that minivan had just pulled in, almost cutting me off, and that's when I saw the girl and watched her run out in a desperate scamper. She looked like she really, really had to use the bathroom, and that got my attention. Very cute, thin, athletic and most likely a graduating high school senior, ready to head to college, or maybe a freshman returning, who knows. It's hard to tell anymore. I was 21 at the time and she appeared younger than I was, but then, some people think I'm still in high school, so like I said, it's hard to tell. Anyway, she was blond, with a small chest, thin, like a size 3 or so. She was definitely my "type", although of course I had no idea of her sexual preferences. Wearing just a green sports bra that outlined her tiny breasts nicely and matching green shorts, quite short, her tanned legs, even if a bit skinny, looked really nice. As she dashed inside, I noticed how firm and round her butt was. She must have been some kind of runner or something. A great body, and I almost felt guilty looking at her, wondering if she would notice me staring at her.  And she really seemed like she wanted to use a bathroom more than anything else, which of course immediately had me interested in her situation.  I ended up following them into the fast food restaurants lobby, and then realizing, quite obviously, the teenagers despair. "Honey, it's crowded so let's get our order in and then you can run off to the bathroom. It will just be a minute, so stay by me, I don't want you running off by yourself."  "Mom, but I really gotta go pee, please? It's an emergency!" wailed her daughter in reply. Mom held firm, and the two of them headed to the back of the large line at the counter. It was the middle of the lunch rush, and it looked pretty crowded in there. I stood behind them, right behind the young blonde, watching her pace and squirm in line. She really appeared desperate. She was standing there, not at all still, her legs clenched together and her butt clenched as she fought her body's urge to void.  Every second or so I heard her gasp and saw her body clench as she fought off what must have been waves of intense pee desperation as they grew within her body. She would fidget and then stay still and then fidget, all the time engrossed by the immense pressure she must have felt between her legs. I felt guilty staring at her, but she was so incredibly attractive and so obviously desperate I immediately started fantasizing about the possibility of this girl suddenly wetting herself. 
Her butt was perfect, I could even see the faint outline of her underwear through the green fabric and I longed to caress her in my arms. A few minutes passed by, and she was hopping from one foot to the other with greater frequency, sometimes bending over slightly at the waist, her arms in front of her, probably pressing against her crotch. My own need to pee increased as I watched her get more desperate by the minute, I almost wanted to let loose streams of pee into my leggings just to feel the wonderful release, but then I had an idea. I'm not usually evil minded, but after a long boring drive and no rest stops to pee, I needed some excitement and my mind was wandering. I suddenly left the line and headed back to the bathrooms, not sure I was brave enough for what I was about to try and do.
The men and women's restrooms were at the end of the hallway, near the door side of the lobby. Nobody was in the hallway, so I tried the women's room, found it open, and went inside. For a moment I thought about dropping my black leggings and just peeing into my panties to get myself a quick release, but I thought of something far more sinister. I held back my own growing urge to pee and looked at the restroom door. Sure enough, I thought, it locked from the inside. I opened the door, put my hand around back to the inside, and pushed the lock button in on the door knob, and let the door close while I was now back out in the hallway. I glanced around, and nobody was nearby. I checked the bathroom door, and sure enough, I had succeeded in locking it from the inside with nobody inside. I felt a shiver of nervousness knowing that if I suddenly needed to pee, I would be no more able to than any of the customers until a manager unlocked it. And I also knew that I, myself, wasn't far from having to release my bladder, wherever that might end up being. A chill passed through my body at the excitement. Next I checked the men's door, found it empty, and did the same thing. Now both of the bathroom doors appeared locked and in use to anybody going up to them.
Now it was a matter of waiting. I went over to an empty table near the hallway, sat down, and waited, my own bladder filling further as the minutes went by. I had to pee so badly I almost thought about just making a puddle in the chair right in my leggings to feel the wonderful wetness, but I held on, my body starting to tremble as my desire to pee grew. Surely, I thought, the girl would have to head for the bathrooms once her mother got their order.
Not five minutes passed by, and the poor teenager walked by in a fast trot, rushing to the bathroom door. I got up from my table, almost peeing in my clothing from my sudden motion, and headed to the hallway, taking my place behind the poor girl who was desperately trying the locked ladies room door.
She wasted no time, it appeared, and seemed to be on the edge of an accident in public. I was excited! "Oh NO, Please, whoever's in there, hurry up, I'm about to have an accident out here!" the distressed girl yelled through the door. I couldn't believe my eyes. This poor girl was about to have an accident, it seemed. Could I be so lucky? Would she really pee in her shorts or would she hold it until they left? My own desire for relief increased as I watched the girl struggle. I stared. The girl's green shorts barely covered her butt! I couldn't believe her mother had let her wear these in public, but at the moment, the view of her gorgeous body a mere few feet in front of me, squirming in desperation had my heart racing. I had to say something. "What's up? Is it locked?" I asked, my voice rising out of excitement and fear. "Yea, and I gotta go sooooooo bad too," the poor girl whimpered in reply, bending over at the waist, quickly shoving both hands between her thin legs. "Yea, me too, I gotta pee really bad, I hope they don't take too long," I mentioned back, starting to do a little desperation dance, partly out of my own bladder fullness and partly out of the incredible excitement of seeing this totally desperate young woman squirming and seemingly close to having an accident right in front of me! A few moments passed. I tried not to stare, but couldn't help looking at the poor girl's predicament. She leaned against the wall, knees slightly bent, her back to the wall, pressed tightly against the wall, her legs squeezed together and a look of sincere agony on her pretty face. Her nipples were firmly poking out at the tight green fabric as she squirmed and waited in utter agony of her bladder's obvious need for relief. Suddenly she turned towards the ladies door and started knocking, loudly. "Hurry UP in there, it's an emergency out here, OK?" she pleaded loudly to the occupant. If only she knew I had locked the door from the inside and that there was no occupant. But I was enjoying the display, although I did feel guilty somewhat for what was happening, but my own bladder's urges and the sexual feeling of excitement knowing I might cause this poor woman to have an accident overcame my momentary feelings of guilt. Another knock, then she turned to me, her poor face obviously in pain. "Oh Godddd, I have to peeeee. I gotta peeee so baaaddddd" wailed the girl, bending over at the waist, both hands suddenly thrust into the crotch of her short green shorts again. She turned back towards the door, half bent over, and again I caught myself staring at her panty outline through the thin green nylon fabric of her shorts. White panties, I thought, imagining how they would change color if she had an accident.  My mind raced with fantasies. Her tanned legs looked so good, and from this angle, I could just barely make out the bottom edges of her underwear as she bent slightly forward, her shorts not totally covering her rear. I was awash with excitement at the view and her predicament. My own bladder screamed for relief, both from my own urgency and the girl's dilemma. The girl struggled. Both of her feet nervously paced.
Again, she pounded on the door. "Come ON, I gotta go PEE, please, PLEASE hurry up before I have an accident," shrieked the poor girl, her words running together as her desperation increased. She was hopping back and forth, and turned back to me, her face scrunched up in agony, her body obviously tense.
"So, what happened?" I asked the struggling girl. "HuHuh? Oh yea, I'm moving to college this weekend and my Mom forgot to stop at the rest area on the highway and I had to go so bad. She's going to kill me if I wet my pants!!" the girl pleaded in her answer, her voice high and desperate sounding as she continued to clutch at herself while fidgeting. Her one hand placed against the wall, the other tugging at her shorts, she was obviously at the very edge. She was constantly touching herself with one hand, obviously trying to squeeze in the immense flood just waiting to release from her straining body. She turned towards the door again, suddenly gasping and doubling over in pain, then standing up partway and pounding on the door. "HURRY UP. PLEASE HURRY HURRY. I'M GONNA HAVE AN ACCIDENT out here and I can't hold it any longer please please please let me go to the bathroom.... I gotta gooo to the bathroooom oh goddddd oh goddd PLEASEEEE I have to peeee oh i gotta peeee," she wailed. At first her voice was strong and demanding and by the time she finished yelling she was crying and I could barely understand her. She was SO desperate to relieve her poor bladder that I knew it wouldn't be long. My own bladder was screaming for relief, and as I stared at the poor girl's straining body, I fantasized massaging her small protruding nipples through her tight sports bra, and the way she was pouncing back and forth, desperate as can be, made me want to hug her, to console her, to let her know it was alright to pee, right there, in her clothes. I thought what it would be like to gently stroke her swollen tummy, to feel the line of her underwear across her body as she struggled.  My mind raced. The excitement was too much for me. I had to let loose some pee just to feel the familiar wetness. I let loose a spray of pee into my black leggings and then stopped the flow, trying to hold on. The warmth of my pee quickly spread down my left thigh and my underwear were wet. I gasped inward at my sudden release, the familiar warmth and pleasure I longed to feel again. The girl didn't notice. "PLEASEHURRY, OH GOD, PLEASE HURRY, I GOTTA PEEEEEEEE!!" she screamed in desperation, banging forcefully against the door with one hand now, much harder than before. The other hand was buried against her crotch in obvious pain as she tried to prevent nature's course of events. God, she looked like she had to go badly. She was obviously on the edge. I released another small stream into my leggings, feeling the hot urine flow from my lips and flood my clothing further. I was hoping she'd go. I desperately wanted to see her have an accident. Another minute passed, she was still hopping back and forth, her face red and scrunched up from pain.
"PLEASSSeeeee, I gotta pee so bad i gotta peee" she wailed, again her voice starting strong and then again changing to a desperate soft whine as the pain in her bladder obviously caused her to lose concentration. She turned to me, her face red from exertion and despair. Tears started to stream out of her eyes as she started to cry. I couldn't believe my luck. I realized she was on the edge, and I couldn't hold much back myself and let loose another hot jet of my own pee in my leggings, the wetness soaking my inner thigh. "Oh God. Oh god. I gotta go to the bathroom ohwwwwwwhhh. I can't hold it. I gotta go soo badly. Pleasepleasepleasedon'tmake me wetmypants... oh god. Awh. I gottappppppeeeeee I gotta PEEEeeeeee, help, please, I gottapeeEEEEEE" she wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her nipples were fully erect, her body shaking, and suddenly it started. She was shaking uncontrollably, touching herself with one hand, the other hand against the doorknob of the locked restroom door. She was in total bladder agony. She turned to me, tears streaming down her face, her body convulsing in pain from the immense pressure. I stared at her crotch, and suddenly without warning a dark wet spot appeared in the crotch of her shorts. She gasped sharply and loudly, pressing her knees together, looking up at me with eyes of sheer pain. "Oh god. No. NOOO. Oh god. I'm starting to go. Oh god. Oh god. Please let me stop. Please pleassseeeeee" she cried, somehow momentarily stopping the flow. She was shaking violently, dying inside. Another spurt, and I saw the wet spot grow; the green fabric dampening as the girls' bladder slowly gave way. "No NOOOO", she yelled, her knees awkwardly pressed together. Another damp spray of pee into the fabric, the wet spot grew, and she lost control for a few seconds. I watched the fabric of her shorts quickly dampen from her escaped. "NOO, oh GOD NOOOOOOoooooooo oh Noooooo!!!!" she screamed, her legs pressed together in agony as she realized her despair.  Suddenly her bladder could hold back no more, and as she shrieked loudly in despair with tears streaming down her lovely face, she lost all control and a huge flood of pee thrashed through the poor girl's shorts, the hot urine escaping with such force I could see the pee push through the fabric.  Jet after jet of streaming pee flowed from the poor girl's clenched crotch as she lost her dignity. The fabric of her shorts quickly got soaked, and within seconds multiple pee streams were pouring down the girl's inner thighs, the pee just streaming from her desperation racked body.   "Oh no. NO. NOO. Noooooo!!!! My mom's going to kill me. I can't stop itohgooddddddddd," and the poor girl lost all hope of control, crying uncontrollably as her throbbing bladder emptied itself through her short soccer shorts. She stood up straight, looking like a rag doll, her blond hair streaked with sweat, her face beet red from crying, tears streaming down her face. I could tell she had tried to stop the waterfall, and for a second almost made it, shaking violently but then she gave up. I saw her relax and her body won the battle that her mind lost. She started peeing uncontrollably again into her shorts, this time without any attempt to stem the flow. The girl had lost it. She was peeing in her pants, right there, and there was nothing she could do about it. I stared. From her fidgeting, her shorts were slightly pulled up on one side and I could see a glimpse of her now damp white underwear, and I could see the streams soaking the white cotton fabric as it thrashed out of the poor girl's body. Stream after stream of thrashing pee flowed down her thin young legs, glistening in the light of the afternoon. Pee streams flowed straight down from her shorts between the gap of her shorts and her legs. The pee soaked her socks and ran into her Adidas shoes. A puddle quickly formed on the tile floor in front of the bathroom where she stood, pee running down both her thin legs and dripping straight down from her sopping wet shorts. I watched the rivers of pee flow down her young thighs; pee everywhere. It was too much. I was beyond belief at what I was witnessing and my own bladder could not hold on.
I couldn't control myself any longer and I let loose my own torrent of pee and completely flooded my leggings as I peed for a good 15 seconds, feeling my own warm wetness spread through my own tight clinging clothing. The familiar pleasure of wetting one's pants returned, and I felt faint. The poor girl looked up and then slid down onto her butt, sitting in her own puddle, and she put her head into her hands, crying still, sobbing violently at the realization of her total pee accident.  I moved slightly and saw through the gap of her shorts and her legs a large portion of her soaked white panties, and then I saw her finish off her bladder in her pants as her bladder gave one last stream. She emptied the rest of her bladder right there in front of me, and I couldn't believe it. I kept wetting myself out of excitement, wishing I could hug and console the poor embarrassed young woman. I watched her pee flood her already soaked panties as I stared up her shorts.
Her pee flooded the floor and she was sitting in a three or four-foot puddle, with her shoes and socks completely soaked. Her butt sat right in the middle as she finished peeing, her knees still up and her head still in her hands. She looked sheepishly at me with her face red, pee all around her young body in a huge mess of an accident, and suddenly, she stood up and then caught sight of my flooded leggings, now glistening with my own pee in the light, and mumbled something like "oh my God, you wet yourself too," and I stared at her, pee dripping from her soaked shorts from where she had sat in her own pee. My own pee had soaked my inner thighs and I was dripping slightly myself. My crotch was exploding with excitement at the combination of my own release and the view of her accident. And then, as quickly as it started, she turned embarrassedly away, walking towards her mother's table, who looked up in shock as she saw her daughter walking through the lobby, totally soaked from a pee accident. The last glimpse I had was when I followed them out, pee streaming down my own leggings, and I watched the poor girl's shorts as she headed towards Mom's minivan. Her green shorts now much more see-through from the wetness, and the sight of her soaked panties through the shorts as I fantasized about holding and touching her made me orgasm right there due to my own purposeful pee accident. Her wet shorts rode up on her rear and I saw the wet underwear stick out as she bent forward to climb into the car. It was the most amazing sight I'd seen in a few years and I sat in my car after putting a towel on my seat, and touched myself through my wet leggings, and then proceeded to drive to my motel, (an embarrassing moment for sure going up to the desk in soaked leggings) my own nipples forcing their way through my tank top as I was still excited about what I had caused another girl to do that day.  That night, once at the motel, I visited the vending machine. Three times. 7 cans of soft drink and an hour or so later, I again was desperate to pee. As I lay on my motel bed, I imagined what it was like to be that poor girl, and I wet myself on purpose again and soaked the bed sheets entirely with my own flood, and masturbated to the scenes I replayed in my head of the poor girl desperately trying to control her bladder and losing, her ocean of tears showing how humiliated she was to be peeing her pants in front of people.

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Kate and Ian wet picnic

Kate and Ian wet picnic Written by Undine51 Added on Wed, 08-Jul-2009

You can email me your desperation-wetting stories and we might do a clip based on your story.

When they left the pub, they drove to a secluded picnic spot that they knew well. parking the car, then spreading a travelling rug before stretching out on the grass protected from any onlooker by a clump of bushes. Katie lay on the rug in the sun by Ian’s side. Her long brown legs lay apart. Ian’s finger tips, traced teasingly up her insides of her thighs. Caressing her lower belly over the fabric of her white cut off jeans.   Katie having drunk three pints of cider in the pub a brief time ago, and having deliberately refrained from going to the toilet, was by now conscious of a crucial need to pee, she was also on the verge of coming, as a consequence of Ian’s ministrations. His finger gently tracing a path around her nether lips, so that her panty crotch was damp with trickled pee, her sex juices bubbled in proliferation soaking through her panties, contributing to a wet patch that was developing round the crotch and bum of her white cut offs.   Repeatedly she had to bring her legs together in order to maintain a quantity of control then by squeezing her cunt muscles. Yet when ready she would be happy to relinquish self-control in this way, teased until she was at the very edge, indeed right at the verge of release. The excitement was enhanced by the irresistible desire to come and pee, so that one release would trigger a subsequent one, or cause both to take her simultaneously. She wallowed in the freedom of being able to pee in her panties as she squirmed in exquisite agony, she could sense that her approaching orgasm, was about too produced the most physically gratifying sensation she had ever encountered.   His fingers where now up the leg off her shorts and panties probing her cunt and sending out exquisite sensations through her whole body to her very finger tips and toes. Suddenly he withdrew his hand, the frustration was so acute, that she instinctively replaced her fingers for his, to continue the stimulation while he removed his trousers, she whispered in his ear "please fuck me, make me come, make me pee, I can‘t wait any more" the sensation was wonderful, The silk and denim tickled her cunt as Ian’s prick, replaced his fingers, with the tip of his cock.   Engorged with waiting, that silken cock pushed up and down, she sobbed in ecstasy, "fuuuccckkk Oh! Bloody hell I going to come, I am going to piss I want it, I want it, do it, “she wrapped her legs round Ian’s waist pulling him into her, using her cunt muscles to embrace his cock. Ian his balls tantalised by the threadbare fringe of the cut off jeans and the wet silky panties beneath ,his prick bathed by the piss-soaked pad, (Katie was at the end off her monthly), and although there was no blood the pad was soaked in piss.   Now being clutched by her cunt he began to ram his cock in to this tantalising girl, woman, bitch in heat, prick hungry woman, in slow thrusts from tip to balls, stimulating her clit and "g" spot successively, Slowly they fought to a plateau of fusion, She pressed against his belly as her release came and as he shot wads of thick come in to her. In the core of her orgasm she started to wee, at first slowly, then as the waves of intense pleasure built up, first in short spurts, then a heavy flow, soaking Ian’s prick and legs before being soaked up by the ground. Their bodies bucked and stretched with the intensity of delightful passion, and as he delivered the last of deep thrusts, so she peed with an intensity that matched each thrust. Her hot mouth on his screaming vulgarities till the last spasm of pleasure was rung from their coupling pissy fuck. They remained locked together for some time, his cock embedded inside her until   tranquilly replaced tumult.   "That was so good "she said later. She had turned on to her tummy and was leaning over him looking directly in to his eyes. I reckon that every time I need a pee that bad I will want to frig myself, honest I don‘t think I will be able to resist doing it," "Even if you needed to go that badly and you where in a public place?" he teased. "Yes that could be awkward but it might be all that much better and exciting because of the chance of someone seeing". Ian felt a wave of excitement at the thought, but said" you have still got to walk back to the car, and anyone who seeing us will know you has wet your self. You had better take off your shorts and panties and let them dry in the sun" Katie rolled on to her back lifting her bottom so Ian could pull them over her thighs and down her legs, then spreading them out to dry, leaving her bare from the waist down. They lay dozing in the sun for an hour or so, till they began to fell the need of one another once again.

The Wet Seat

Debbie looked at him as they stood at the bar, and whispered "Please lets go now I am almost wetting my panties". She felt his hand under the front of her leather skirt making its way up her legs, his fingers rubbed over her cunt through the cotton gusset encountering her wetness” Your doing it already" he observed.” Its not just leaked wee its love juice I am dying to come as well” she giggled. Then his fingers began to rub and tease, her thighs now were pressed together forcing the leaking pee to pond round the seat of her panties. The damp feeling round her bottom gave her a feeling of naughtiness, of being rude in public, Then as his fingers traced round her cunt lips, she felt her self responding, waves of pleasure radiated from her wet cunt, spreading from her cunt upwards to her tits, then to her very finger tips, while others went down from her thighs down her legs to her toes. Then just as she was on the verge of coming in her panties, he withdrew his hand. Debbie groaned in disappointment. Ian had been doing the same thing on and off since she had returned from work that evening. First in the hall before she had taken her coat off, then when he had followed her in to the bathroom, she thought he intended to shag her. But no he had let her sit on the toilet with her panties still on, then putting his fingers over her cunt had teased her yet again. Had she been able to be on her own she would have masturbated repeatedly. This was his revenge, for that morning she had teased him, playing with his prick, then she had wanked her self off in front of him. Taking so much time that he had to go to work frustrated. While she had creamed herself in her panties at work, in the ladies, having a quick wank, while sat on the toilet. Now there they were in the pub, she,  desperate for a pee and so horny, if they had been sitting at a table she could have surreptitiously made her self come. Ian was now talking to the barman, and Debbie’s attention was drawn to a couple with a young daughter. The girl (Fiona) was bored and was only allowed in the pub ( Being less than sixteen) as long as she remained seated at the table. To get round this constraint she began making frequent trips to the ladies. This was an excuse to go in the games room. Fiona actually managed to get away from her parents a number of times, but had not been to the toilet. On the last trip to the games room. The manager seeing what was happening, spoke to her parents about her and asked then to keep her seated. Her mum and dad where in conversation with another couple. And where annoyed at the intrusion, telling Fiona to stop being such a pain. Fiona sulked and seethed would they never leave she thought, after about half an hour the poor girl having consumed many soft drinks, now genially did want need to wee. She pestered her mum till to let her go, till her dad said loud enough for Debbie to hear” look you wanted to come with us, I said you would be bored, but you insisted on coming. Now you are bored.  Remember we want to enjoy our self‘s so just shut up and sit still. we don‘t want to offend the manager and get asked to leave, you have been to the toilet five times and we are getting more than fed up with you trying to have your own way, it‘s always just once more time, Well we have had enough of the selfishness, remember you’re not too old to get your backside slapped" Fiona looked horrified at her mum. Who said sharply "look you asked for it? Anymore and it will happen as soon as we get outside” Then they turned their attention to their friends. Fiona sat still for a little while before starting to fidget, and wriggle. It was obvious to Debbie the poor Girl was on the verge of wetting her panties.her small mini skirt, rode up, from time to time with all her antics. Affording glances of her panty crotch Debbie could see there was now a damp patch. The girl had now placed her hands in her lap and was holding her self through her skirt. She made one last appeal "please dad". Her father exasperated beyond measure reacted with a hissed warning" what have I just told you? ,Now you really are for it". A look of apprehension passed over Fiona’s features.but it was soon replaced by a crafty cunning look. Debbie was amazed to see the girl suddenly relax in her seat spread her legs. Debbie knew the girl was deliberately wetting her self. At first she could not work out why she had suddenly given in. Then the beatific smile on Fiona’s face said it all. Everyone has heard my dad threatening me, when we walk out and people see I have been forced to wet my self, even though I may well feel embarrassed, however my shame will be nothing compared to theirs. They will be that disgraced me will get anything I ask for. Just a few tears as a final touch. And it went much that way, when they did get up to leave. Her mother was horrified to discover her daughter had wet herself. In fact more so than had it been she herself. Dad looked as though he felt everyone must think him the biggest swine of all time. The cameo amused Debbie even though she was nearly doing the same thing on the floor. That gave her the idea. Getting back Ian’s attention from his conversation with the bar man, She pointed out there was a table free and said she wanted to sit down. Ian unaware of what had transpired followed her to the table.where Debbie sat down in the seat previously occupied by the young girl. Despite the fact her own panties where more than damp, the wetness from the seat, soaked through her skirt, bathing her bum in warm wetness. She gazed at Ian and whispered "now I am going to pee my self” Ian stared uncomprehending. Then she recounted what had happened, “so she concluded when I walk out everyone will think I just sat in the young girls wetness, do you want to know when I am doing it? .The effect on Ian was just what she had predicted. He could not take his eyes of her lap and she could see he had a raging erection. "Lend me your hand” she teased. Then beneath the table protected from all eyes she placed his hand so that the palm of it rested over the gusset of her damp knickers. Then easing his fingers up the elasticity leg, whispered "now tease me you a rotten bastard, I am going to pee my pants and your going to make me come". She knew she was now in control, the delightful feeling of being on the point of coming and peeing her self in public, was overwhelming.  Her legs pressed tightly together, making it impossible for Ian to withdraw his hand( not that he wanted to) in fact puling his fingers in tighter contact over her clit, she started to pee. His fingers passed the message to his brain, his brain told his fingers to swiftly make her come. The faster his fingers flew over her cunt, the pee flowed more strongly, soaking his hand and cuff. Debbie’s heels where now drumming tighter, then suddenly, every star shell that could burst on November the fifth went off at once. Then in the delirium of her climax she squeezed Ian’s prick and he infected by the intensity of the situation came in thick spurts creaming his pants. The mists of passion cleared and they looked around to see if anyone could not have noticed what the had done. But above the table all was as it was before. No one even looked in their direction. They had done it in public, but the public did not, and would not know.

Desperation & Peeing Story

Came across this desperation and peeing story today and thought some may enjoy

I was out shopping about a year ago in an area where there were many small
stores extending a couple of miles along a city street. As I entered a
clothing store, which had men’s and women’s clothing, I noticed a group of
four girls that were all quite nice looking. They were all in their mid
twenties. One girl, a blue eyed, blonde who was probably the hottest of the
four, was wearing tight, faded blue jeans and a short, white tee-shirt that
showed off her totally flat stomach. She wore white tennis shoes. She had
nice tits. They were not too large or too small and were very firm and
pert. Her blue jeans were tight and you could see the outlines of her
string bikini panties through the well worn material.

After checking her out for a little while, I began to notice that she
couldn’t really stand still for more than a couple of seconds and she kept
crossing her legs real tight, especially at the top. I was thinking “this
can’t be…it’s too good to be true. Could this totally hot girl have to
pee really bad?” I thought I’d try to move a little closer to her and get a
better view as well as possibly hear anything she might say about needing
to pee. Just then she said to one of her friends, another pretty blonde who
was wearing a flowered, thin, summer dress that extended down to about
eight inches above her knees, “Oh Lisa, OHH…I have to pee sooo bad! I
knew this would happen after we stopped at the coffee shop and I drank
those three cups of coffee. Oh, I never learn, this happens to me every
time!” Her friend responded, “Yeah I know what you mean, Judy. I have to
pee too! Coffee will get you every time.” Just then Judy squeezed her legs
tightly together and bent her knees out in front of her and her incredible
ass out in the back of her. Then she almost squealed “Oh God I have to pee!
I’m going to see if they have a bathroom in here before I have an
accident!” “I’ll go with you Judy”, said Lisa “Watching you squirm like
that is making me have to pee worse myself! Ohhh!” Then Lisa tightly
crossed her legs and bent forward at the waist. I was standing behind Lisa
at this time and when she bent forward, I could see the outlines of her
string bikini panties for a brief moment as her tight ass stretched against
the very thin material.

The two girls proceeded to the front of the store, where the store’s only
employee was ringing a sale at the cash register for another customer. Lisa
and Judy seemed a little embarrassed about their situation as they appeared
to not want to interrupt the clerk to ask if there was a bathroom and draw
attention to themselves. I slowly followed them up front so I could
continue to listen to their conversation. “Oh Lisa, I’m gonna pee in my
pants in about two seconds”. As Judy said this she began to prance around
from one foot to the other, only occasionally stopping to tightly cross her
legs or bend at the waist and do her little knees out in the front, ass out
in the back move. Lisa stood with her legs clamped tightly together and
said “Hold on Judy, You’ll make it. I just hope that I do”! Then Lisa said
“This always happens to me too. I have the weakest bladder in the world. I
used to fill a huge mug with coffee and drink it on my way to work in the
morning. There were many a day that I would be standing waiting for the
elevator squirming around and prancing just like your doing now. Then you
get into the elevator and you feel like your going to pee in your pants
before you’ll ever reach your floor. And of course the elevator stops on
every floor. One time I got caught in traffic on my way to work. I had to
pee so bad! I seemed to be better when the car was moving, but every time I
stopped I had to either twist my legs or rub my crotch to avoid wetting my
pants. By the time I got to work, I was totally desperate. I had to walk
real fast with tiny little steps all the way to the bathroom. Anyone who
saw me knew that I was about to pee in my pants. I barley made it in time
to the bathroom and my panties were a little wet. I had to dry them off
with toilet paper! After that, I stopped drinking coffee on the way to
work”.

“Please Lisa”, said Judy, “OH OHH stop talking like that. Your making it
worse”. Judy was biting her lower lip now and looked as if she was about to
cry. Just then the clerk finished with her customer and said “Can I help
you two girls”? “Oh yes please” said Judy, “Do you have a bathroom that I
could use”? “No I’m sorry”, said the clerk, “We don’t have any bathrooms
for customers to use”. “Oh Pleeease” said Judy “I have to pee so bad that
it’s not even funny”. “I’m sorry”, said the clerk “But it’s an insurance
thing. I could lose my job. There is a restaurant about a block away that
has bathrooms”. “Oh I can’t wait to go to another place! Please! It’s
really an emergency! I’m about to wet my pants”!! Then Judy did her
knees-ass move again, only this time she was rubbing her crotch and bent
down almost all the way to the floor. “I have to go really bad myself”,
said Lisa to the clerk. Please let us go. She’s going to wet her pants any
second and I’m not to far behind. We’ll be real fast, I promises. You don’t
want to see us pee in our pants right hear in the store do you”? “No I
don’t”, said the clerk, “But I really can’t risk my job over it. You girls
are going to have to go to the restaurant down the street and by the looks
of your friend, you had better hurry”! Judy was almost running in place,
squeezing her legs together in between each prance to the other foot. “We
better go to the restaurant, Judy”, said Lisa, “Let’s tell the other girls
where we’re going”. “O.K. OHH anything to start walking again, I’m gonna
pee in my panties if I have to stay still for another second!” said Judy.

The two girls began to walk, rather quickly using small steps, to the rear
of the store where the other girls were. “Hey guys”, said Lisa, “Judy and I
are going to the restaurant down the street”. Carrie, a brunette wearing a
pair of tight jeans and a blue tee-shirt, said “Well hey, wait for us. I
just want to try on one more thing”. Judy said, sounding very desperate and
almost crying, “Guys, I have to pee sooo bad! I don’t even think I can wait
long enough to get to the restaurant”! “I have to pee too”, said Carrie.
“Yeah, me too said the fourth girl”. “Look guys”, said Lisa, “We’re both
about to pee in our pants. Either come with us now or we’ll meet you over
there.” Just then Judy twisted her hips to the right with her left leg
tightly crossing over her right leg as she did it and said “OHHH, Come on
Lisa, it’s starting to come out in my panties”!! I almost died when she
said that. Then Judy began to run with tiny little steps towards the front
of the store. Lisa followed quickly after her and they both made their way
to the restaurant.

I was able to follow them as they were both so overwhelmed with their
desperate need to pee that they didn’t even notice me at all. Judy bursted
into the restaurant with Lisa close behind. I followed them in. Judy looked
around for some sign of a bathroom and after a few seconds the hostess
approached her. “Where’s the ladies room”, said Judy. “The restrooms are
only for customers”, said the hostess. “Please, I’m about to have an
accident!” said Judy. “I’m sorry, but I have to seat you at a table so I
can be sure your going to eat here or you can’t use our restrooms”. said
the hostess. “Please, we’ll eat here. I promises. Just let me use the
bathroom. I’m already wetting my panties!” As she said this, she crossed
her legs tightly and bent forward at the waist rubbing her crotch as she
did so. “O.K.”, said the hostess, it’s right back there”.

The two girls scurried to where the hostess pointed them. As the girls
turned the corner, they realized to their horror, that there was a bus boy
standing in the ladies bathroom with a mop and a bucket. Judy said, “Oh my
God NOOOO. I can’t wait another second! I’m going to have an accident. I’m
going to wet my pants”!! She grabbed her crotch again and began running on
the spot moaning, but it was too late! All of a sudden she gasped and began
to wet her pants! First her ass got all wet and then her pee began to flood
down the inseams of her tight blue jeans and down into her shoes. She
continued to fight it by twisting her legs and rubbing her crotch for all
she was worth, but it was just no use. Her tight, faded blue jeans were
soaked in the back from about two thirds of the way up her ass all the way
down her legs to the floor. A rather large puddle began to form under her
and she was crying. Judy said “Oh my God, I’m wetting my pants! I can’t
stop it! Oh God, I’m peeing in my pants!!” She turned around so that she
was facing me and now I could see the front of her pants. They were soaked
from just above her crotch all the way down her legs!

Lisa stood there with her mouth open as if she couldn’t believe what she
was seeing. Her totally hot friend Judy had just wet her tight, faded blue
jeans in front of about 100 people in a crowded restaurant. Just then she
seemed to realize that this same fate my soon be in store for her also. She
began to prance from foot to foot and rubbing her crotch as Judy had just
been doing. She screamed at the bus boy “Please get out of there! I’m about
to wet my panties and skirt too”. The bus boy was totally shocked by what
he had just witnessed and just stood there in the doorway of the Ladies
room. I’m not sure if he could even speak English. Lisa now bent down
almost all the way to the floor and looked at Judy and said “Oh God Judy,
I’m gonna wet my panties and skirt just like you did. If this skirt gets
soaked it will be totally see through and everyone will be able to see me
in my wet panties”. The bus boy began to understand the situation and
cleared the way for poor Lisa. “Oh Judy, I don’t think I can stand up
without having an accident. Oh, I’m gonna pee in my pants too! I have to
pee sooo bad! Then Lisa stood up and began to hobble into the Ladies room.
She had to stop after a few steps and cross her legs again bending forward
and rubbing her crotch. “Oh Judy, it’s coming out in my panties”! She began
to lift her dress and started to run into the Ladies room. Judy followed
her in.

About five minutes later, Lisa emerged from the Ladies room alone. Just
then her other two friends entered the restaurant and walked up to her.
“Where’s Judy”? asked Carrie. “She’s in the bathroom still. She peed in her
pants. She’s totally soaked and refuses to walk out here. I’m going to buy
her a new pair of jeans and panties and bring them back here to her so she
can change. I need a new pair of panties myself”, said Lisa in a rather
embarrassed tone. “We’ll we had better go pee ourselves or we’ll end up
like you guys too”, said Carrie. Then Carrie and the fourth girl walked
into the Ladies room. A few seconds after they entered I could here them
laughing and the fourth girl said “Oh Judy, I can’t beleive you wet your
pants like this”. Judy replied still crying, “I told you I had to pee real
bad. When we got here, the stupid bus boy was in here and I peed in my
pants right outside the bathroom door”. “Judy, you were peeing in you
panties before you even left the clothing store,” said Carrie. “I know”,
said Judy, “I had to pee soooo bad!”

Shortly Lisa entered the store with a bag in her hands and entered the
bathroom. A few minutes later, the four girls exited the ladies room, Judy
dressed in new, dry jeans and Lisa in new, dry panties (I would assume) and
Lisa said to Judy, “Hey Judy, want to go get a cup of coffee”? “Very
funny”, said Judy.

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Debra wets her panties in front of an audience of builders.

This is a fictional story, the only truth in this is that I do have a cousin in the US.
Last summer I was visiting my cousin in America and I had gone out alone for the day to look around some museum, I had been drinking a few sodas because over in England we don't have sodas, well not like they do there anyway, I'd also been eating ice creams too, so by the time I was ready to leave I really needed to go to the bathroom pretty badly but the place was closing and I wasn't able to find the bathrooms, so I thought I'd wait until I got to the bus station which was about half a mile away.

BUT I guess I must've under estimated my need because I was finding my desperation increasing with every step I painfully took, I could feel my bladder straining as I fought to keep control, I thought I'd never get to that bus park! Several times I found myself needing to suddenly stop and cross my legs or need to frantically hold myself for a second or two until the urges died down enough to continue, it wasn't easy and because of my needing to take baby steps a lot of the time and having to keep on stopping, it took me a lot longer to get to the bus park than I had allowed, I was so pleased to see the entrance sign to the bus station that I automatically relaxed . . . this was a big mistake as an almost uncontrollable urge hit me and it took every bit of effort to keep my bladder under control. This time I was wearing a short black dress and black nylon panties.

I was so glad to see the sign ahead to the bathrooms but before I had a chance to cross over to the far side of the bus park where they were, I saw my bus was already leaving, I instinctively flagged it down because I knew there wasn't another one for two hours, I was already on board and sitting down beforeI was so glad to see the sign ahead to the bathrooms but before I had a chance to cross over to the far side of the bus park where they were, I saw my bus was already leaving, I instinctively flagged it down because I knew there wasn't another one for two hours, I was already on board and sitting down before II was so glad to see the sign ahead to the bathrooms but before I had a chance to cross over to the far side of the bus park where they were, I saw my bus was already leaving, I instinctively flagged it down because I knew there wasn't another one for two hours, I was already on board and sitting down before I realised what I had done, it was at least an hour's journey and I was absolutely bursting for a pee, sitting down eased it a little but I was soooo desperate it didn't make a lot of difference really, I felt every painful bump in that road, my muscles were working overtime to hold on, the seats were the old fashioned type and wouldn't have absorbed a single drop and the bus was over three quarters full, so I KNEW I just had to hold on whatever it took.

I was feeling very aroused having the feeling of a bursting bladder but I dearly wished I was in a more private situation, I really was beginning to seriously doubt whether I'd make it through that bus ride, it was a combination of arousing ecstasy and desperate agony every block of the way. I was so relieved when finally my stop came into view, but getting off the bus was a real struggle, I know I must've looked drunk the way I staggered down the isle and practically fell of the bus, but really it was the only way I could keep my bladder under control, by now the spasms were coming with vengeance and even I was surprised at how I was managing to hold on, but 'hold on' I did as I walked the few blocks to my cousin's house cursing him under my breath for not actually living on top of the bus stop and cursing the bus driver for somehow not suddenly taking it into his head to take an unexpected detour and actually dropping me off right outside a public restroom, (even though I hadn't actually mentioned my desperate situation to the poor driver).

I was frantically having to hold myself now because I knew that if I relaxed, even for a second, I would uncontrollable wet myself and I was not gonna do such a thing in one of the busiest towns in America!
When I got to his house there were a couple of builders working on his roof, he'd previously tried to fix it himself but hadn't done a proper job of it so he'd had to call in the experts in the end, but I didn't care, I knew that in a few minutes I'd be safely inside and able to pee, oh how I badly wanted and needed to pee! Oh I could hardly wait!
So with every ounce of remaining strength and will power I could muster, I went up to the front door, I could picture the bathroom clearly in my mind - ooohh how I longed to be inside so I could just pee! I banged and hammered on the door, but all I could hear inside was silence, I knew he was out because the dogs weren't barking their heads off, 'no no no, this isn't happening!' my mind screamed, just then one of the builders called down, "If you're looking for the owner, he left about 10 minutes ago with his fishing gear." one of them called down to me.

Words can't explain the despair I felt, I knew where he'd gone, he'd gone to a river 10 minutes away from the house, I could barely hold on for 10 seconds let alone 10 minutes!! ooooohhhh no no, I had no choice but to get to the river, but walking back up the path just proved too much for my aching bursting bladder and despite every frantic attempt to control it, I felt a warm, wet spurt escape and run down my leg! Both hands now clutched frantically at my crutch and my crossed legs did very little to stem the flow, I could feel it escape from me and run down my legs, splattering the path, there was nothing I could do, nothing at all!
I stood there and totally and uncontrollably soaked myself, I was aware of the sudden silence from the builders and shamefully looked up to see them watching me, I swear I could see desire in the older ones eyes, but I didn't stay around too long, I took one look at the huge puddle I'd left on the path, then ran down to the river to join my cousin fishing, I didn't need to tell him what I'd done, we're close and he knew. 

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