Willow Wets byanyone11©

Willow had long been a fan of wetting herself -- in fact, she couldn't even remember how it had started. When she lived with her parents, and then in a college dorm, the opportunities for enjoying that activity had been few and far between, but now that she had her own apartment, she could partake in that particular pleasure as often as she wanted. And she almost always wanted to.
It was a lazy Sunday, which Willow thought were the best days for having "accidents." The night before, she hadn't gone to the toilet before bed, and woke up fairly desperate that morning. (Willow frequently went to sleep with a rather full bladder, but it was less common for her to wake up still desperate, as she often woke up to wet sheets instead.) She lazed around in bed for a while, and contemplated relieving herself right there, but instead got up and went though her usual morning routine, which of course did not involve using the toilet -- in fact, her toilet was rarely used at all. By the time she was making her usual breakfast of toast with jam and a large mug of tea, she was fidgeting quite a lot, and had even resorted to even grabbing her crotch a bit to postpone the inevitable. She made it though breakfast without leaking, but an hour later she had progressed from fidgeting to squirming to flat-out bouncing, was holding herself constantly, and even moaning occasionally. Still, she held on. She loved it when she made a choice to wet herself, and the feeling of deliberately releasing her bladder and letting her pee escape into her clothing, but there was something even better about having a real accident -- at least, as real as an accident could be when she had done nothing to prevent it.
Despite her determination, it was only a few more minutes before the pressure became too much. She spurted, and felt the panties against her crotch grow hot and wet. She gripped herself even harder, but less than a minute later another, longer stream escaped, and she could feel her jeans growing damp under her hands. Willow crossed her legs even tighter and clenched her muscles, but only managed to halt the leaking for a few seconds before her bladder gave up entirely, and urine came flooding out. Her already wet crotch became soaked, and almost immediately after that pee began rushing down the insides of her legs, leaving dark, glistening streaks that widened as her bladder continued emptying. She could feel the wetness seeping up and around her butt, and spreading around her legs. Her formerly white socks turned yellow, and an impressively large puddle formed on the floor. Finally, she finished relieving herself, although excess pee still dripped from her pants to the floor. She looked at the mess she had made, and took a strange sort of pride in how much of her jeans were dark with liquid, and the size of her puddle. Although Willow kept these kinds of activities private, she did enjoy how visible wetting her pants was -- it would have been immediately obvious to anyone who saw her that she had peed, not into a toilet, but directly into her pants! With this thought, she began to rub her crotch and inner thighs through her still-dripping pants, moaning softly with pleasure as she did so.
Only when her pee grew cold and sticky did she stop and clean up. She spent the next several hours being satisfyingly unproductive and waiting for her bladder to refill. However, when she started squirming again, it wasn't because of her bladder. This time, it was her bowels that were becoming more and more insistent on voiding their contents. In order to increase how desperate she felt, Willow walked around her house.
After a few minutes, she felt her load turtling, but she managed to avoid messing her pants for the moment. Once she had regained a reasonable amount of control, she pulled down her pants and underwear, and was satisfied to see skid marks on the otherwise white panty lining. She pulled her pants back up and continued to walk around, occasionally stretching and even squatting. The moments when she almost lost control came closer and closer together, and increased in severity. After a particularly intense cramp, Willow knew she would have no choice but to fill her panties soon. She made her way outside to her backyard, which was surrounded by tall, thick hedges. Once outside, she decided to examine the inside of her panties again, and was rewarded by the sight of numerous new brown streaks.
With her pants still down, however, another wave of desperation hit, and Willow knew that her bowels were seconds away from emptying, whether she wanted them to or not. She only just managed to get her panties back up around her hips (her pants were left dropped around her knees) before she felt her load turtling again. This time, however, she was unable to avoid soiling herself. Her poop started to come out, and tented the seat of her panties before smushing a bit. Willow then gave up on trying to maintain any semblance of continence, and relaxed. Immediately and without any effort, a second, longer log slid out. She could feel the warm mass of poop pressing against her butt, and her panties were now distinctly heavy and sagging. She lightly ran her hand over the back of her panties, and discovered that the bulge was already quite obvious. However, Willow wasn't done yet. She squatted slightly and pushed, so the last of her load was also deposited into her underwear. She also felt a familiar hot wetness running down her legs for the second time that day, and realized that in voiding her bowels, she had also, quite unintentionally and without even realizing she was doing so, voided her mostly-refilled bladder.
Although she had completely relieved herself, Willow continued to stand in her yard for a few moments, taking a strange sort of pride in the mess she had created. She then pulled her pee-streaked pants back up -- further squashing her sizable load as she did so -- and walked inside, causing her poop to shift further into the base of her panties, and her gait became a sort of waddle. She made her way to the bathroom, where she positioned herself in front of the full-length mirror. Although the wet patches were a dead giveaway that she had peed herself, there was minimal visual evidence that she had also soiled herself, since her pants were loose enough that most of the bulge was hidden (she could just barely see it, but she knew what to look for), and a brown color hadn't yet seeped though to the outside of her pants. She then dropped her pants again, and examined how the back of her panties looked.
Now, it was clear that she'd had two "accidents." Her panties were made of thick white cotton, and not only was the front of her crotch wet, but also decidedly yellow. She twisted a bit so she could see her rear in the mirror, and observed that her load was causing her panties to sag quite a lot between her legs -- she even bounced on the balls of her feet a few times so she could feel the weight jiggle. Furthermore, the seat of her panties already had a noticeable brown stain on them. She grinned, appreciating the irony of standing with pee-soaked, poop-filled panties only a few feet away from a toilet. Willow wasn't quite done enjoying her "accident," so she pulled her pants back up again and wandered around her house for a while, before finally cleaning up, showering, and changing.

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Amanda's Experience

This post was inspired by fellow blogger Andi’s post about bathrooms, therapy, and the like…

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I told my therapist about this embarrassing situation that I went through when I was 10 (near the end of 4th grade) this past week during my session.
The day that I got my braces on was probably the most embarrassing day of my life (yes, it was one of those embarrassing moments). I remember being excited about leaving early from school, because my parents NEVER allowed that. But my mom had booked an appointment for after lunch. She was running late when she picked me up and we went off to the orthodontist’s office for my appointment. I knew my mom was already feeling super stressed about being late for the appointment, so I kept my mouth shut the entire car ride to my appointment.
When we got there, I was immediately called in for my appointment and greeted by the orthodontist (an older man who was friendly (maybe?) and spoke calmly and slowly). We did all the pre-braces stuff… X-Rays, brushing/flossing my teeth, making molds, etc.
I wasn’t going to get top braces that day, because the roots of my top teeth hadn’t grown deep enough into my gums yet (those went on 2 years later when I was in 6th grade). So in my mind, I thought that the appointment would go swiftly and smoothly without any complications…
I was directed to a chair and asked to sit there. (and I swear, I don’t remember if there were any other people in the office except me!) For some odd reason, it took FOREVER before they actually started prepping my teeth FOR the braces and all that fun stuff.
All I remember thinking of during that time was how much I wanted to get this appointment done with so I could go home and go pee. But I patiently sat there…too scared that I’d be disrupting everyone else’s plans for my silly need to go pee.
Each step of the process seemed to take FOREVER. From choosing bracket sizes (I think they tried on 3 different brackets on my teeth) to the wires. In addition to the main orthodontist guy, there were quite a few other people helping him choose brackets, trying to fit them on my teeth, etc.
When they finally started the process of putting the glue on my teeth and all that fun stuff, I was thinking in my head that I the process had finally started, of me actually getting braces on and I would be home free…. oh, but I was wrong. I had to WAIT for the glue to dry on my teeth, and that was just the first step.
As terrified as I am about speaking up, I started thinking that maybe I should ask if I could go to the bathroom… but I was also REALLY scared to do so. So I hoped, wished, and prayed that I would be able to wait until I got home…
They left the glue to dry on my teeth for… forever, and when they came back, I was pretty sure I was going to die. Then, they told me I was going to get to pick out the colors for my brackets, and when I said I needed some time to decide, they left, and didn’t come back for some time.
I finally couldn’t hold it any longer and ended up peeing my pants…
But I felt much more comfortable AND got to choose a color I liked (which was a consolation, I guess…)
If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, while I was lying on the chair getting my brackets put on (by the actual orthodontist himself), I suddenly found myself surrounded by 5 of the staff members, who were all concerned and discussing my “accident”. Fun stuff.
I’m pretty sure they were trying to be “discrete” about it, but I might as well have dug a hole and stuck myself there forever. The rest of the process went by in a blur, and I walked out of the inner office to the waiting room. As I passed by the waiting room desk, I heard the receptionist lady talking (again, as discretely as possible) to my mom about my accident, explaining that they think that I was “probably too nervous, or excited, so I wet my pants.”
When my mom was talking to the receptionist, I remember not wanting to awkwardly stand around in wet pants listening to their conversation, so I ended up hiding under a table near the entrance to the office– I was so ashamed– and afraid…

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To be honest, I don’t know if big Amanda(older Amanda?), if faced with this exact same situation, would be able to interrupt something, inconvenience someone, etc. and make my needs known… Heck, I hope I’m never in this situation during a therapy session, because I don’t think I’d be able to open my freaking mouth and ask to go pee.
Let’s just hope that I’m never IN this situation, haha.
Any embarrassing stories from you guys?!

After the pub - story of a wet woman

Hi, this is my first attempt at fiction in years, so be kind! Let me know if you think it's worth continuing. I hope it's not too long winded!
We had spent much of the afternoon in the pub, Kate and I. Several pints of beer and a couple of shots had done their work. We were both buzzing, but not drunk, and both of us were desperate for the toilet. But neither of us went before leaving the pub. That would have been a waste!
It was only a short walk to Kate’s house, and the route took us along a narrow path and through a small wood. Not many people went that way.
I had met Kate six months earlier, and we had discovered our mutual lust for pee play. Kate loves to hold until she can stand it no longer, and has to piss helplessly in whatever clothes she is wearing. Wetting herself is a wonderful turn on for her and always makes her cum so hard. For my part, I have always loved women peeing, particularly - but not exclusively! - if they haven’t taken their pants, tights or jeans down first. If I’m somewhere underneath when it happens, so much the better! Kate has also shown me some uses for my own pee which I hadn’t thought of till I met her.
Today Kate was dressed in a white hoodie, a denim mini skirt and black tights. She looked completely desirable, and I love it that she wears such ordinary, innocent-looking yet incredibly sexy clothes. No-one would guess the filthy fun she was planning. In the pub I had begged her to tell me what panties she was wearing, and in the end she had whispered “White” and given me a quick flash, parting her legs and flipping her skirt up for a second, letting me see through her tights the swell of her pussy in the white cotton front of her pants. I had been semi-hard from that moment.
We were soon on the path, and out of earshot of the pub garden. Kate said, “My bladder is hurting, it’s so full of piss. I’m going to have to go soon.”
“Why didn’t you go before we left the pub?” I knew the answer perfectly well! “You should have used the pub toilet.”
“Yes I know, but that’s no use now, is it? I think I’m going to piss myself, I need to go so much.”
“Can’t you hold it till we get back to yours?”
“No, I can’t. You don’t understand. I am desperate to go. I’m squeezing it in – oh god, it nearly came out then, I only just managed to hold it. I think I’m going to have to pee my knickers!”
By now we were going through the wood. Halfway along a gate takes you into a field behind the wood and without discussion we went through and were out of sight from the path.
Here Kate, my lovely wetwoman, grabbed me and we kissed passionately, rubbing our hurting crotches against each other. I was now hard – who wouldn’t be with such a sexy companion and her dirty piss-talk? - but my bladder still ached with pee need. Kate whispered, “I’m going to have to piss my pants. Do you know how hot that idea makes me? My pussy is dripping and I haven’t even done it yet. Oh I love wetting myself, it makes me so hot.”
She put a hand under skirt and pressed herself, holding on to her pee and rubbing her horny pussy at the same time. “Oh I’m such a dirty girl, I’m going to piss my panties and I love it! Only a dirty girl would get off on wetting herself, I’m such a slut.”
“Kate” I moaned, “you’re the filthiest little panty-wetting slut I ever heard of. You’re going to piss your panties and it makes you so hot you have to rub your pussy.”
“Oh my god, I am so desperate. I can’t hold it any more. Oh I am just going to have to pee my pants. Oh it’s so hot, pissing my pants. I really want to, it makes me so horny.”
Kate did a little dance as she tried to hold her wee for a bit longer, to make the desperation last. But it was clear she couldn’t hold out for long now. Soon she was going to wet herself whether she liked it or not.
“Kate, let me see you pee your pants, I want to see that so much” I said. I don’t know which of us is more turned on when Kate wets herself. I had a hurting erection from watching Kate’s desperate state, and I badly needed to pee myself. I gripped my cock through my trousers to deal with both problems.
“Oh it’s happening now, my wee is coming”, groaned Kate. “Oh it’s so hot, I’m going to piss my pants”.
“Lift up your skirt, let me see” I begged. She pulled up the front of her denim skirt, showing me the front of her panties through the black tights. “Oh I’m going to piss myself, Look at my little white pants, watch them”, she moaned. “Here it comes, oh I can feel it in my panties, it’s all coming out, so warm. God it’s so horny.”
I concentrated my gaze on her panty-covered crotch. At first, nothing. Then a darker patch appeared just where the pants disappeared between her legs. It spread rapidly up her panty-crotch. For a second, no more. Then the saturated cloth gave way and the lovely stream burst through. Some of the delicious liquid poured out of the middle of her pants, while two streams escaped from either side. None of the streams got far before they met her tights. The middle stream soon soaked through this obstacle as well, A loud pattering began as the pee broke into a spray of drops and hit the grass. The side streams ran all down Kate’s beautiful tight-covered legs, soaking the sheer material and dripping into her boots.
I was transfixed by the wonderful sight, and did not hesitate to tell her how hot it was. For her part she was quite beside herself, pouring out a torrent of words. “Oh I’m pissing myself, I’m going in my panties. Oh so lovely, lovely warm piss in my knickers, oh it’s so hot, piss all down my legs. That makes me so hot, peeing myself, wetting my pants.”
The flow seemed never-ending. So much hot pee Kate had stored up, that she pissed in her panties for over a minute. I had to get my cock out, it hurt so much. “Look what you’re doing to me Kate, pissing your pants like that. You’ve given me such a hard on it hurts. You’re such a lovely, dirty pissing bitch!”
“Oh yes, I’m glad 

"I hope it's over soon,"

"I hope it's over soon," Nina thought as she watched the hottest actor of all time pull out all the punches on the bad guys.
She was watching her favorite cop drama show on TV again; she never missed a week and stayed glued to the telly religiously.
She had drank two glasses of water and a cranberry juice earlier; it was part of her stay healthy regimen. You know, drink 8
glasses of water a day kick that she was on.
Of course her bladder was filling up very quickly, but she didn't want to miss anything by going to the bathroom, even during the commercial
breaks where they showed previews of the next episode! It was only 10 minutes left for the show, so she leaned back in her chair & pulled her
tight white stretch pants up tightly and crossed her legs. At times where she was so engrossed in the show,Nina had to press her hands to her crotch a few times since it felt like hre piss was
going to overflow into her cotton panties! She tried to push that uncomfortable feeling of her bladder being so full to the back of her mind and concentrate on the TV.
Nina didn't hear her roommate going into the bathroom and locking the door to take a shower as she was still watching. "Finally, the show is over!" she thought as the ending credits rolled.
"Now I can finally go!" She got up quickly and the waistband pushed into her bladder, almost making her squirt her pent up pee into her pants. She crossed her legs fast to stop any flow.
As she started walking to the bathroom she realised the pressure of her overly full bladder was much greater than when she was sitting leaning back! Nina often did this, waited too long to
use the toilets. "well at least it's only a few more steps!" She rounded the corner with her hands cupping her bladder and saw that the door was closed! She could hearthe shower running inside
the bathroom and realised that her roomie was showering! In panic, she relaxed her muscles just for a second and a spurt of hot pee squirted out into her blue panties! She crossed her legs hard
and bent over gasping. "Oh no, it's going to come out!" She breathed deeply and managed to control and stop the flow before it showed. Nina turned the doorknob and it was locked! "Oh crap, she's
going to take forever in there!" She looked around to speculate where she could peel off her tight pants and let loose her pee; the sink had dishes in it and the neighbhors were havign a loud
barbeque in the backyard, so those options were out. It felt like her bladder was about to burst; all that water and juice was ready to get out now! She banged on the bathroom door but her roomie couldn't
hear her. She had to pee so bad at that point, her legs were feeling weak and she was getting sweaty from all the concentration & effort in holding it in. She stood in front of the locked door for a couple
minutes speculating on what to do next. Maybe she could pee into some old newspapers? Or find an empty container to piss into? Nina thought about the relief she could feel if she could just inside that one door,
and how once she got in there she could unbutton her tight pants and peel them off and pee forcefully into the toilet. That thought and the sound of hearing the shower water splashing relaxed her mind and
her muscles subconciously. Nina's legs were shaking as the first big spurt of warm pee jetted out into her cotton panties, soaking right through her pants! It all happened so fast that she couldn't stop the
second spurt or the third! The floodgates were let loose and her hot yellow pee just gushed out in relief; she could feel the liquid streaming down her legs and wetting her butt. Nina looked down and watched
the streams of liquid bursting through her thin pants and splashing onto the floor, creating a huge puddle under her feet! the feeling of relief of her emptying bladder was heavenly though and she went into a
trance-like state as it all relaxed and she felt the warmth spreading all down her legs and behind. Nina must have stood there with her shaking legs for at least a minute, fully wetting her tight white pants.
If anyone saw her they would see her blue panties, now showing through the transparent white, wet material. "Oh my goodness! This is so embaressing, I can't believe I peed my pants like a little girl again. Oh why do
I always wait til the last second to go?" she thought as she surveyed her soaking see-through pants and the huge puddle of yellow pee on the linoleum in shame. "I've got to get this cleaned up before my roomie gets
out of the shower!!" She undid the zipper & started peeling the wet fabric off her slim legs and thinking "I hope she can't smell the pee when she comes out!" Little did Nina know, but her roomie was standing in the shower
peeing through her white cotton panties as Nina was outside wetting her pants.

Lucinda's Golden Love bySpankerSam©

Lucinda had been my tenant for more than 15 years. I own a 6-unit apartment building. I have seen tenants come and go but she always remained. That was why when she called me and told me there was a leak in her toilet I took the time to go and fix it myself. Lucinda was a Spanish-American woman who had started out working in a factory but she ended up putting two kids through college. She was not a beautiful woman but she was pretty and had a fabulous personality. She was a bit on the heavy side and with her short stature it made her look fat.
Like I said she had been my tenant for a long time and we often joked back and forth anytime she would call me to tell me that her rent would be late, I would always laugh and tell her that she could always pay in trade. She would laugh and tell me that I couldn't handle her hot Latino blood. I had been at it for 30 minutes. The connection underneath the tank kept leaking. I had Lucinda holding the tube from inside the tank while I lay on my back wedged between the tank and the wall.
Lucinda stood with her legs straddling the bowl. She wore a thin housecoat with no stockings and just sandals on her feet. Like I said, Lucinda was short and heavy. But along with her big body she had a big ass and big tits. I kept looking sideways at her thighs. She had soft looking creamy skin the color of light brown sugar. Her legs didn't really get big until they went past her knees. Then her thighs became very big. I turned the valve and the tank began to fill with cold water. "Oh Mr. James, that water is cold." I laughed at her and told her to just hold the tube steady. Lucinda began to fidget, shifting one leg then another. I have seen the pee-pee dance many times and knew that she had to go bad. I decided to have a little fun. "Gee Lucinda, you're dancing like you have to pee or something?" Telling her must have made things worse.
I could see that she was squeezing her legs together. "Shit! The nut is broken. You're gonna have to hold it a bit longer Lucinda. If I let this go now, or you move and snap the supply tube, the floor will get flooded." Lucinda was practically dancing in place. "But Mr. James, I can't hold it much longer. I really feel like I'm gonna pee my panties." Lucinda's moving around kept her housecoat moving and since the bottom buttons came open I could see well up her thighs. "Stop moving around Lucinda, you're gonna snap that supply tube."
"I'm sorry Mr. James but I'm gonna pee my panties if I don't let go and sit on the toilet." Lucinda was squeezing her fat thighs together hard. I knew that part of the problem was the beers she had drunk earlier. One of her passions was her love of beer. "Squat over the toilet Lucinda." I had left the top of the toilet up so the seat was in position.
I reached up and grabbed the crotch of her panty and pulled it aside. "Go ahead and pee. Just don't move that supply tube." I was surprised at how much hair Lucinda had around her pussy. I had met many women who were hairy but she was the hairiest. "Mr. James! I can't pee with you here. You can see right up my housecoat." I let her panty go. "OK Lucinda! But you have to stay in that position for about 5 minutes more while this glue sets."
"5 Minutes! I can't hold it for 5 seconds." My dick was starting to grow hard. Feeling her hairy pussy had begun to turn me on. I have always had an attraction for Lucinda. I think it was her quiet sexual demeanor. "Then you have two choices. You can let the tube go, and I will have to take the entire tank loose to clean the fitting and replace the nut. Or you can swallow your pride and pee. It's not like I haven't seen a woman pee before.
Lucinda stood there biting her lower lip. "Oh Mr. James! I can't hold it anymore." I reached back up and this time when I pulled her crotch aside, I let my fingers brush up against her pussy lips. I heard the low gasp that escaped her lips. Lucinda bent her legs and squatted over the toilet. Then with a low moan, she began to pee. It started out with a tiny trickle. But then as her moan grew louder, the trickle became a full, fire hose force piss. It splashed into the toilet and echoed in the tiny bathroom. I turned my head and found myself looking directly up into her pussy. The beautiful golden stream ran from her tiny pee hole. My dick grew even harder. I almost let her panty go when I saw her clit. It was about an inch long and it stuck out from between her pussy lips like a tiny dick. I could see that it was hard so I flicked my finger across it. I felt her whole body tremble. "No Mr. James, please don't touch that." It came out more like a moan than protest. I rubbed it again and this time she not only moaned, she pressed down hard. We both heard the snap as the supply tube broke.
Lucinda looked down at me and she could see that my eyes were glued looking up her housecoat. Then the water poured from the toilet tank and I jerked. The supply line broke and cold water sprayed all over. By the time I was able to turn the valve off and get up, my clothes were soaked. Lucinda was apologizing as I stood up. "I'm so sorry Mr. James but when you touched my clit I couldn't help it. I didn't mean to break it." Lucinda looked like she was going to cry. I put my hand on her shoulder. "I didn't mean to do that Lucinda. But seeing your long, fat clit, I had to touch it. And your pussy is so hairy." I caught her eyes as she looked down at me. There was no hiding the hardon that poked out my pants. Lucinda smiled. "Surely an old woman like me couldn't excite a young man like you? Why Mr. James, I'm almost 20 years older than you." I could see that she was breathing a bit faster and heavier. Her big tits were slowly rising and falling and her voice had grown husky.
I decided to go for broke. I was standing close to Lucinda by now. The water was dripping off my face and my wet clothes were adding to the puddle on the floor. "I've always liked you Lucinda. I think you got hot having to pee in front of me. That's why you came the minute I touched your big clit." I stuck my wet hand in between the edges of her housecoat and touched her panty. Lucinda closed her eyes and pushed her hips forward. When my finger touched her clit through her panty Lucinda moaned. "Did that make you hot Lucinda?" My finger was rubbing her through her panty. "Uhuh!"
"And if I had rubbed you while you peed would that get you hotter?" Lucinda moaned louder. "Oh Mr. James, no man has done that in a long time." After she said it her eyes flew open. She couldn't believe she had just admitted that to him. Mr. James smiled as his finger boldly rubbed her pussy through her panty. "I want to hear about that Lucinda." Her face red with shame, Lucinda shook her head no. "I could never tell you anything like that Mr. James." Her landlord stood in front of her with his wet clothes dripping water on the floor. His hand was inside her housecoat and he was rubbing her pussy through her panty. But she would never tell him about the things her old employer used to pay her to do.
Mr. James smiled as he pushed his fingers inside her panty. When they entered her pussy she gasped. "No Mr. James! Please don't make me tell you." He fingered her helpless cunt as she stood there and shook. "I think I'll keep you standing like this until you have to pee again. Only next time, I'm gonna place my mouth on your hairy pussy while you do it." That was too much for the woman to take. Lucinda grabbed his hand and pushed his fingers up into her pussy hard. "Oh you young bastard! You make Lucinda cum on your fingers with talk of drinking her hot piss. Would you really do that to me? Would you do that for me?" Mr. James stood there while Lucinda worked his hand up and down. Her pussy was so hot and juicy. And she was practically begging him to drink her hot piss.
Mr. James couldn't believe how wide Lucinda's pussy got as he fingered her. "If you tell me about it, I'll not only drink all your hot piss, I'll let you piss all over me. Would that make this hot pussy cum again?" Lucinda looked deep into his eyes. "Fuck the toilet tank! Let's clean this water up and go to my bedroom." They cleaned up the water and he followed her into the bedroom. Lucinda spread two beach towels on her bed as Mr. James undressed. She looked at his swollen dick and was very pleased with his size. Lucinda lay on her back and opened her fat thighs. "Lie between my legs and lick my pussy while I tell you. When I'm ready, I'll tell you to start sucking. I hope you are ready to drink a lot. Cause my pussy is full." Hearing her talk so nasty Mr. James pulled his hard dick and lay between her thighs. Lucinda's pussy was even hairier when he saw it up close. She was soaked as he began to lick her.
"When I was a young woman I worked for a rich man in a big house. I live there with him and his nurse. She was a big black woman. One day she come to me and ask me if I want to make $50.00. I ask her what I have to do. That was a lot of money to me. She ask me if I can keep a secret? I tells her yes. She tells me that the old man is a big freak. I don't know what she mean. She say he pay her to pee on him. I can't believe this and I tell her she is lying. She hand me $50.00 and tell me I can keep it if I do that to him. I say OK. She take me in his room and he is lying on the bed. She make me get naked and stand up on the bed. He lay there pulling on his little shriveled up dick. It took a little while but I finally pee down on him. It go all over his stomach, dick and face. He jerk his dick hard and fast. As I walk out the room I turn to see the black nurse licking it off his stomach. Lick my pussy harder Mr. James. Oh yes that's nice. Just like that."
Mr. James is licking and sucking all the cum that oozes from Lucinda's pussy. Her story has him throbbing like crazy. "After awhile, I have to pee on the black nurse too. She always made me sit on her mouth when I pee and she drink it all. Then, the old man tell me he pay me $100.00 if I let the big nurse pee on me too. Well that more money than I get, so I say yes. Big nurse has a real hairy pussy and the old man tell me I have to let my pussy hair grow too. Twice a week the nurse and me would glue our mouths to each other's pussy and drink while the old man pull his dick. I was with them for five years until the old man die. But during that time the nurse she fuck my pussy with a fake dick. She also fuck my ass. And we pee on each other while the old man watches. I'm gonna pee Mr. James. Suck Lucinda's pussy now. Suck it hard."
Mr. James fastened his mouth on her pee hole and began to suck. Lucinda even reached down and pulled the lips of her enormous pussy open for him. She didn't trickle this time. It came out like a flood and he tried to drink it all. He shoved two fingers up Lucinda's pussy. Then three fingers, then four. Her hungry pussy ate them all. When he squeezed his fingers together and pushed his thumb in too, Lucinda grunted and pushed down. Mr. James' whole hand went up her cunt. He began to fist her and she pumped even more piss into his mouth. Lucinda cried all the time Mr. James drank her hot piss. When he finished, she cried out as he pulled his hand from her pussy. "Now Lucinda, suck my dick while I pee too. Lucinda sucked him like a thirsty whore. Mr. James let her suck for awhile then with a grunt he began to pee. Lucinda moaned as she drank all his hot elixir. Then she sat up and they smiled at each other.
"Go get the stuff to fix the toilet and I'll give you even more to drink when you get back." Lucinda was reaching for her unfinished beer as Mr. James pulled on his wet clothes. He knew that Lucinda would make good on her promise.

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Julie's Torment byGulliver©

Feedback always welcome of course. Feel free to let me know what you would like to have happen in future chapters. Please don't write to tell me my women's breasts are too big though. For the record, my first wife was 40D and my current wife is 44DD.
Julie Fry sat in her office, with the door closed, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. Her world had come crashing down around her ears that morning, and she was not sure what she could do about it.
As the Accounting Manager for Larsen Construction, she had, for the last 3 years systematically embezzled over $150,000. Phony invoices, from phony companies, the checks all ending up in her husband's bank account. She had, like all criminals, assumed that she would never get caught, but she was wrong.
That morning Rick Larsen, the owner of the company, had called her into his office and confronted her with the evidence, proving her malfeasance. There was nothing she could say. He had offered her little choice. Either a certain 10 years in jail for both her and Hal, her husband, or complete sexual servitude for a period of one year.
'Yes,' he had said, 'You can go to the police and file blackmail charges, and I may do 6 months in jail, but you will still do at least 10 years. So take your choice. For the next year you will be my complete sexual slave. You will submit to whatever I wish you to, whenever I wish, with whoever I wish. You will be subjected to the most extreme sexual activities, punishments etc that you can imagine.'
He had handed her a typed agreement and told her to look at it. The agreement merely reiterated what he had just told her.
'If you agree, sign it , and be at my house at 8pm tonight. If you choose not to, the police will be at your door by 8.30.' He handed her a small suitcase. 'This is what you will wear, if you come. Tell your husband that he is to stay at home and I will communicate with him by computer.'
Julie sat and wondered what was to become of her. The thought of 10 years in jail absolutely horrified her, but the thought of sexual slavery was almost as scary.
Julie Fry' 29 years old, shoulder length, sandy colored hair, 5'6' tall and about 150 lbs, a little on the heavy side she knew. Her large breasts, 38D, not quite as firm as they had been 10 years earlier, and her large ass, also 38, were her best features, and she was, quite frankly a little scared about how they would be used and abused.
After about an hour Julie realized that she did not really have a lot of options. She signed the agreement, slid it under Rick's office door, left the office and went home.
She had spoken to her husband Frank earlier, and told him what was happening. He said simply that it was her decision, and that he would support whatever she decided.
At 6.30 that evening Julie took a shower, and then opened the suitcase Rick had given her. 'Oh God,' she thought as she pulled out the clothes and began to put them on. A red satin, push up bra, with matching panties, both a size too small so that they fitted like they were painted on. A matching garter belt with charcoal nylons and 4' black heels. A small black dress completed the outfit. Cut low in front so that the upper slopes of her tits were exposed, the skirt hemmed about 5' above her knees, just covering the nylon tops.
At 8pm promptly Julie rang the bell at Rick's house.
'Come on in' he said as he opened the door. 'I am glad you decided to accept this alternative. Now take your coat off.'
Julie obeyed, exposing the outfit he had chosen for her.
'Very nice,' he said as he reached to cup one of her tits, squeezing hard. She pulled back, and his hand came up and slapped her face hard.
'Don't you dare pull back from me slut' he growled. 'Now get downstairs to the funroom.' He laughed as he said this, and led her down the stairs.
'Oh God' Julie thought as she looked at the room. A couple of couches and a small table sat in the middle of the room, while the walls were covered in various punishment tools, whips, clamps, gags, dildos and various stocks, tables and other devices she was scared to even think about.
'Welcome to my world' said Rick 'And to my friends' indicating two men sitting on one of the couches. 'Go and say Hi to them.'
As Julie slowly made her way over to the couch Rick started up the four video cameras, one in each corner of the room, and set the digital, still cameras, four also, to operate in automatic mode, shooting one picture every twenty seconds.
Returning to where Julie was standing Rick indicated the guy on the left and introduced him as John, and the other as Paul. Both men appeared to be in their forties: John about 5'10' and 175 lbs with dark brown hair: Paul about 6' and 200 lbs with light brown hair. Rick, himself, also stood about 6' and 200 lbs, with dirty blonde hair.
'O.K. guys, it's Friday and she is all ours till Sunday, to do whatever we like with, and to her.'
'Right' said John, 'Let's see what we have here. Pull your skirt up babe.'
Julie, very hesitantly grasped the hem of her dress and raised it a couple of inches.
John reached forward and slapped her leg. 'Come on bitch, all the way.'
Julie pulled her dress up to her waist revealing her nylons, tight panties and garter belt.
Paul reached forward and ran his hand over the front of her panties. 'Ummmm very nice,' he said. Rick meanwhile had pulled the back of her dress up, showing her panties stretched tightly across her big ass. 'Oh yes very nice' he said. I am gonna just love whipping this and fucking it too.'
'Let's see her ass Rick,' John said. Rick grabbed Julie's hair, spun her around and bent her over at the waist. 'Oh yes,' John said 'A beautiful big ass.' He raised his hand and slapped her hard on her right asscheek. Julie squealed 'Shut up slut,' John growled as he continued to rain slaps on her ass. 'Let's see those tits too,' Paul said.
Rick pulled Julie erect by her hair and turned her to face the two men. Pulling down the zipper of her dress to her waist, he then pulled down the front of her dress exposing her bra-clad tits. The tight fitting pushup bra barely covered Julie's nipples. John reached out to pinch one of her nipples. Julie cried out, and tried to pull away. In response John slapped her hard on the exposed upper slope of her left tit. 'This bitch needs breaking,' he said. 'Let's get that dress off and get her over the table. I think a little punishment is in order to show her just who is boss here.'
'No, not yet,' Paul said .'I want as blow job first.'
'Oh no,' Julie screamed. 'I can't do this.'
Rick twisted Julie around and grabbed her chin in his hand and pulled her close, almost nose to nose. 'Look bitch, you do not seem to understand your position here. If you like you can walk out now, but if you do you will be in jail by noon tomorrow. Now make up your mind, either you go through with the agreement you signed or suffer the consequences.'
Julie agonized in her mind as tears rolled down her cheeks. She knew that she could never survive jail, and she was not too sure she could survive the next year of this either, but she knew she had no real choice. 'O.K.,' she whispered. 'Whatever you say.'
'That's better,' Rick said as he finished unzipping the dress and pulled it down for her to step out of. 'O.K. Paul, we will do both. I will whip her ass while she sucks you off. Now take it out for him.'
Julie bent over Paul, sitting on the couch and unzipped his pants. Julie reached inside and released his hard cock, a good thick 7'.'Now, spread those legs and get that ass up,' Rick said as he picked up a paddle. 'I am gonna paddle your ass till you make him cum.'
Julie obediently bent over at the waist and lowered her mouth to Paul's waiting cock. As her open mouth neared his hot pole, he grabbed her hair and pulled her hard down onto his waiting cock.
Rick ran his hands over her large ass, admiring the way her panties clung to her like a second skin. Raising his paddle he brought it down hard on both cheeks. Julie jerked from the force of the blow. Meanwhile Paul was ramming his cock deep into her mouth, scraping the back of her throat. She began to suck hard on the hot cock raping her mouth, as Rick continued to rain blows down on her ass.
As Paul; and Rick continued to assault her, John crouched down and began to pull on her nipples. Despite her feelings Julie felt her nipples begin to harden.
Again and again Rick brought the paddle down, sending bolts of fire through Julie's big ass.
'Oh my god,' she thought. 'Will this never end?' She sucked harder and harder on Paul's cock, hoping he would hurry up and cum.
'Spread your legs slut,' she heard Rick bark, and she obeyed, spreading her legs as wide as she could. Rick ran his hand between her legs and began rubbing her cunt through the tight panties. 'Hmmmm,' he said, 'I think she is getting a little wet down here. She must like it after all.'
Raising his paddle he brought it down hard a couple of times on Julie's tender inner thighs, and then returned to punishing her ass. Paul was ramming his cock harder and harder into her wet, warm mouth. Julie felt his cock begin to jerk and spasm.
'Oh no, is he going to cum in my mouth?' Julie wondered. As if he had heard her thoughts Paul said 'O.K. bitch I am cumming. You better swallow every drop or else.'
Suddenly she felt the hot spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat. Quickly she swallowed as shot after shot of his seed spurted into her mouth. Finally he was finished and Rick stopped paddling her, by now, sore ass.
Yanking her to her feet, Rick pointed to the other room. 'Go get cleaned up bitch, and change into the clothes in there. Then get back here, and we will start on the serious stuff.'
Slowly Julie walked into the combination bathroom/bedroom wondering just what was in store for her.
To be continued

Kelli's Day At The Gym

Waking up, I climbed out of bed and pulled off the cream thong panties that had crawled up between my hard buttocks. I showered, rubbing soap over my body and then toweled off. Reaching down I picked up the cream thong and smelled it. It smelt wonderful and I placed it back on.

I then put on my black spandex shorts and black workout bra. I was heading to Pro Fitness for my daily work out. I worked out with weights four days a week and did cardiovascular strengthening every day. There had been a time when my body was soft, but that was a long time ago. I am not pumped up like a man, but my whole body is lean hard muscle.
After I finish my hour and a half work out, I head to the showers. My body glistens with a thin layer of sweat. The changing rooms in gyms, while being fancier, are not any more private than the one at my high school. At this time of day though, it is usually empty and I begin to peel off my exercise bra. I then begin taking off my shorts, leaving me standing in my thong as the door opens and Susan walks in.
She immediately walks over and rubs her fingers along the waist band of my thong. “These are great looking,” she says, “where did you find them?”
“If you like them you can have them,” I say, as I pull them off and drop them in her hand.
She takes a sniff. “These are really great,” she says.
I begin to pull her bra and then her shorts off. “You know that nothing's free,” I say. I then begin to pull down her black thong. She isn't in as great shape as I am but she has a firm rear and perky breasts. After pulling her thong off I lick the crotch. I then push her into the nearest shower and turn the water on as I go down between her legs. Susan may appear bold, but she is really a virgin to this type of sex. She begins to protest and says she doesn't want this. I know it's not true because she has been teasing women in the gym for months, she just was afraid to commit to the act.
I pull the lips of her second mouth open and her protests immediately stop as she begins to moan and wither under my tongue. I then pick up a long round shampoo bottle and push it up her vagina. As it begins to go in and out I rub her most sensitive spot with the fingertips of my other hand. She really begins to moan then. I pull the bottle out and place my mouth over her vagina and begin to insert my tongue into her. I then begin sucking the area. I feel her begin to tremble and I know that she is fixing to come. I suck as hard as I can, causing pain to shoot through her. I then stand as she needs me to complete what was started.
“The next time you want to tease someone, think hard about how it makes them feel,” I say as I walk out of the shower. I put on her black thong panties as I hear her masturbating and coming in the shower. I get dressed. I place my thong panties on top of her clothes that I folded and leave.

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