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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Classroom Pissing bysteve25805©

I'm a female teacher who has just turned 30, and am proud of the fact that I'm generally regarded as pretty sexy, with my trim figure, shapely ass (so I'm told) and ample but not overly large breasts. I also have deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. I have smiled to myself on a couple of occasions after overhearing some of my young teenage pupils enthusing about my sexiness when they hadn't realised I was approaching.
I am a highly moral person in most respects, with compassion for the weak and downtrodden everywhere. I read the Guardian and am a Labour Party activist, and my colleagues seem to regard me as a highly respectable and principled person.

But I have a naughty secret! You see, I have a secret fantasy about wearing no panties in class, opening my legs whilst sat at my desk, and peeing right there all over the classroom floor in front of my entire class! Of course, if I did that for real word would rapidly spread, I'd be sacked and possibly prosecuted, I'd never get another teaching job again - career over - and I'd be thrown out of the Labour Party for bringing it into disrepute. My name and face would be all over the newspapers too. No, I cannot possibly let that happen. I do sometimes go pantyless in class for my own secret pleasure, but that is about all. And I make sure none of my pupils ever get a glimpse of anything under my skirt.

But although I cannot pee in front of my class I have finally done the next best thing. After all, if I am alone in the classroom who is there to see me do anything and spread the word around?

A couple of days ago at the end of the schoolday, as my pupils rushed out with the universal desire to get out of school as quickly as possible, I too exited the classroom. But after getting to my car and driving off, I realised that the homework I had wanted to mark was still in the desk drawer: I had forgotten it. So I turned around, drove back, and went back into the building. By this time no one was around except for a few teachers in the staff room, but I didn't walk past there. So I entered the classroom unseen, and was about to retrieve the homework when I decided that the peace and solitude of that classroom made it ideal for me to do the marking there. I knew where the emergency key was kept in case I got locked in so there was no potential problem.

As I set to work, with no panties on, I became increasingly aware of the growing need in my bladder. I actually needed a pee pretty badly. A naughty realisation then struck me: not only were there no witnesses, but nobody knew I was here at all! I could get away with fulfilling my fantasy now, albeit without the audience, and no one would ever know it was me who had made the mess on the floor! A frisson of excitement went through me as I made the decision to actually do it.

Pulling the back of my skirt above my ass, I eased myself forward in my chair, opening my legs so that my muff with it's trimmed blonde pubic hairs was positioned over the front edge of the chair. And then I just peed right there under the desk and all over the classroom floor! A gentle hiss and a very loud splashing sound echoed around the room as my piss cascaded down. This was such a total turn on and felt utterly incredible. Waves of pleasure were rushing through me as I peed.

As soon as the last of my pee splashed down I began to frantically rub myself, bringing myself to the best orgasm in years right where I sat.

Once I had recovered my composure, I stood and admired the mess I had made, a huge puddle of yellow-tinted pee covering a large area of the floor. I smirked at the sight of it for a few moments, then just walked out and left it there, aroused by the thought of the cleaner discovering it in the morning.

School assembly the next morning was interesting to say the least. The headmaster ranted about how someone had "done their business" on a classroom floor instead of using the toilet, that this was dirty and unhygienic, and had left a terrible mess for the cleaner. He said that if anyone had any information about who was responsible they should come forward. But I knew no one had seen me. And of course, it never crossed the headmaster's nor anyone else's mind that a teacher had actually done it! I struggled to suppress a smirk at this knowledge, and felt another frisson of excitement as I remembered what I had done.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

A woman is door to door selling with a bursting bladder.






Some years ago I was involved in doing some work that involved going around from door to door knocking on stranger's doors and for want of a better way of putting it, selling magazines and books and trying to hold a conversation with the householders wherever possible. It was on a December morning, I was out working with about 8 or 9 other people, I was wearing a green knee length skirt, tights, a white jumper and a fairly long coat.
It wasn't very long before I felt the need to go, but it wasn't that bad so I wasn't too worried.
After about half an hour we had finished the assigned territory and most of the group decided they'd had enough and wanted to quit, but I needed to make my hours up and wanted to carry on working, as did David, the guy in charge of our group, David was a very UN-fancyable guy about 25 years older than me, but he was a kind hearted, mild tempered guy who was very good at the job and I was hoping to learn from him. So I found myself saying that I'd stay and work with him for a while, he seemed pleased about that and said we'd need to drive to another part of town about 10 minutes drive away that needed working, it was okay by me.
In his car he had a flask of tea which we shared before driving to the other side of town, I hadn't realised how much I actually had to go until I sat in his car, I could feel the increasing urge in my bladder and I hoped it would go away.

We got out of the car which made the feeling worse and the cold weather wasn't doing much to help either. David wasn't the kind of guy I felt I could confide in, he's a very "upright and proper" sort of guy and the idea of needing a pee while working wouldn't have gone down too well.
After about 20 minutes of going from door to door and doing our job, I could not ignore my fast growing need, I was unfamiliar with the area which was all residential and a quick glance around, I could see nowhere that I could slip away discreetly for a very badly needed pee.
Casually I asked how much longer he wanted us to work, my heart sank as he replied that he expected it to take about 2 hours because there was another area that needed working! He obviously noticed my dismay because he said that if I was cold we could have another cup of tea in his car as he had another flask. I said that I was OK - (I lied), but after another half an hour I was VERY desperate for the toilet and it was getting worse by the second, I was no longer able to concentrate on what the householders were saying and was hardly able to answer even their simplest of questions, or find the appropriate pages in the books. I could almost feel David's disapproval, but by now it was difficult to walk properly and almost impossible to stand still and to look composed on people's doorsteps.

The desperation was coming in almost uncontrollable waves now and I'd have given anything not to have been in that situation, I was almost in tears!
My brain kept rehearsing the words in my head to say something to David that how very desperate for the loo I was, how I wasn't sure I could hold on much longer, how I was having to fight real hard against wetting myself . . . but I couldn't . . . I just couldn't bring myself to admit my need, I was too embarrassed.
BUT, I did suggest I worked on the opposite side of the road from him (with the idea in mind to slip away somewhere unseen), but he said I wasn't qualified to work on my own yet, again he sensed my anxiety and asked if I was ok and my mind screamed out, 'NO! I'm NOT OK!! I'm so desperate for the loo I'm on the verge of wetting myself!! I cant hold it!!' But all that came out of my mouth was, 'yes, I'm ok, I'm just cold now'. David said that we'd just finish this street then and call it a day and I said OK, agreeing with him, hoping we wouldn't get into a lengthy conversation with a householder.
It was now taking every single ounce of strength and concentration I could muster to hold on and stop myself wetting, I longed to hold myself between my legs, I really did, but of course I couldn't.

It was a waking nightmare, the urges were getting just too strong to control now. I knew that I had two choices, I'd have to tell David the problem, or I knew that for certain that I was going to uncontrollably wet myself right there in the street. "Err David," I said, "I errr really need to get to a toilet right now."
My face was reddening both from embarrassment and from sheer desperation.
"Oh well, OK," he replied, "we've generated a fair bit of interest today, come on then, lets go." So we went back to the car and I had to stop walking twice and cross my legs for a few seconds to regain control.
In the car he seemed to take his time adjusting his interior car mirror, sorting through the unplaced literature etc., he didn't seem to realise how urgent my need was. I was sitting in his car my legs tightly clamped together gritting my teeth and fighting with every ounce of strength I had left to control my uncontrollable bladder. I was afraid to move, to talk, even to breathe properly!

He started the engine and we drove off, but to my horror I couldn't stop the spurts from escaping into my panties! I was terrified, then an uncontrollable urge hit me and I knew I was losing the fight, I knew I couldn't hold it anymore!
"STOP THIS CAR NOW!" I yelled. "What's up?" he replied looking puzzled.
"Oh just stop now and let me out, I'm sorry." I sobbed as I felt more warm liquid soak my bum. He pulled over and almost before he'd stopped, I had opened the door and nearly fell out of the car in my frantic attempts to try and hold on, but as I got out of the car, I completely and helplessly wet myself, it poured down my legs like a river and soaked the pavement at my feet! I just couldn't stop, it was gushing and hissing on its own, I had no control over it!
A few people stopped and stared, but I was way past the point of caring now - I couldn't have cared even if I'd wanted to.

In all due respect to David, he knew what was happening, but he totally ignored it and just dropped me off at my door. When I got inside my own home and recalled it I got very aroused and I rubbed myself to one of the best orgasms I've had in years, David respectfully never ever mentioned it again. Debra xx



Friday, March 31, 2017

Lilith's Challenge bykyaraLuna©

Lilith had many dirty secrets, and being alone in the house let her explore her desires. Today is one of those rare days, living together with her parents made her crave these scarce hobbies. She also loves the thrill of them returning at any time, the chance of getting caught excited her even more. Of course, she would be totally embarrassed if she was caught, but that's her lewd fantasy. Lilith began her plans before they even left, she needed time for her bladder to fill. This is one of many fetishes she has, the feeling of fullness of her bladder turned her on, not only that she enjoyed the sensation of helplessness as she loses control of herself.
The pressure slowly increased inside her as she waits until the right moment. Leading onto her second habit of layering clothes, these inconvenient outfits complements and challenges herself during her bladder's critical breaking point. She quickly prepares which layers she'll wear as she feels a storm brewing down below. She quickly stripes out of her casual clothes and put on a pair of bikini panties, boyshorts, pantyhose and a leotard in the respective order. This is what she called the 'base layer', designed to prevent pulling the one piece to the side, the only way is to completely remove it.

She then similarly repeats the base layer with another pair of boyshorts, spandex, back zipped bodysuit and finally a sports bra. Once again, another pair of panties and a full body one-piece bodysuit, totally hiding everything secretly underneath. The incentive of this many layers is the challenge of removal, and the repercussion of failing to take off the layers is complete soakage of one's clothes. However, she was not done with her layering, there was more to come. She takes more clothes out her closest and drawers, piling them on top of her bed. She then puts on a pair of denim hot pants, high waisted jeans, skinny jeans, back zipped dungarees and a tight button up denim jumpsuit to compress and camouflage those layers.

Now entombed in the layers, she waits for the perfect moment to test her will power and strength. Lilith has practiced this many times both succeeding and failing, however, she learnt a few tips such as not to wear them too early. She started to feel quite desperate which she has been anticipating, but also it was starting to get pretty warm. That is to be expected and the reason she layers mostly in Winter. Not long after, a feeling which she knows very well overtakes her body; the urge to pee. Her legs dancing up and down by themselves, thighs clamped tightly together though that had little effect through the many layers.

Her hold slowly becoming unbearable as her bladder continues to quickly fill up, and her muscles getting fatigued from the mountain of strain. However, she fights the urge and battles on holding and holding. Pleasure and pain repeated endlessly in her head. The layers weren't helping as it restricted her bladders expansion. Her legs soon became tired from all the fidgeting. She feels her strength disappearing as her bladder eats away all her energy.

"Five more minutes" she moaned softly under her breath. "Five more."

Five minutes of hell which she's both enjoying and despising. Staring at the timer which didn't even seemed to tick, she decides to challenge herself even more. She slowly stood up, legs sandwiched together like they were super glued. She then kneed down on the floor, laid down directly on her swollen bladder. The immense pressure surged through her body, an awkward smile emerges from the lewd act. Suddenly her body freezes and tenses up, time's running out and she needs to remove the layers before it it's too late. She quickly pushes herself up, but unable to muster the strength. Her body collapses back onto her bloated bladder. She moans in pain.

"Still dry, I can make it," she encourages herself. "just a little longer."

Gathering the strength, she pushes herself off the floor and up onto her two feet. She gradually made progress to the bathroom, hunched over like an old grandma. Entering the toilet sent shivers down her spine.

"Almost there," she mumbles. "just have to remove these layers."

Her hands shaking uncontrollably like Parkinson's disease as she tried to unbutton the jumpsuit.

"No no no," she cried. "please, I can make it."

She began undoing her buttons one by one, from top to bottom. As she reached her waistline, they became increasingly harder. The only way to undo them were to press into your bladder and slide the stupid button out. First layer off and it only gets harder. As she reaches her back for the zipper, her hands suddenly jump to her crotch.

"I-It's just a squirt," Lilith said. "I-I can do it."

Once again she brings her hands behind and grab ahold of the zipper, quickly pulling it down. She then slides the straps off her shoulders and pulls the overalls off. Next is the skinny jeans which she quickly unbuttoned along with the high waisted pair, pulling them down simultaneously. Quickly taking a short breather, she looks at the mirror. Staring at herself like she's 5 months pregnant. Suddenly another wave of desperation hits her, like someone punched her in the stomach. A giant shot glass of hot liquid shoots into her slightly wet panties. She tries to counter the spurt by tensing her legs together, successfully stops it for now. She quickly undoes the short shorts and shoves them into a pile of the removed layers.

Feeling like she was going to make it, she deviously put her high waisted jeans back on, leaving the few buttons undone. She starts to stroke herself though the many undergarments. Even though there's so many layers, the pleasure was still immense. Thinking it's a bad idea to continue, she starts taking off the layers again. First went the jeans, full bodysuit then her underwear. Massaging herself to the edge as she removed each layer. Next she had to remove her sports bra before attempting the back zipped bodysuit. This is one of the hardest layers to remove in her opinion as getting this sports apparel up and over is quite the challenge.

She struggled with both her bladder and bra, however she conjured enough strength, pulled it off her shoulders and off. She then swiftly undid the zipper and pulled the suit down along with her tights and boyshorts. She sighed in relief as there is only the base layer left. Once again she began touching and rubbing, however this time it was much stronger without those layers. She couldn't stop herself sliding her fingers on the smooth bodysuit, which was soaked from the accidental squirt. Her hand moved faster and faster as she couldn't control herself. Climaxing into her two panties and through the bodysuit. Still rubbing her muscles slowly succumb, releasing jets of urine. The sound of hissing slowly fills the bathroom as the long awaited relief arrived. Lilith slumps back on the toilet, totally out of energy and free from her bladder.

"At least I didn't fail like last time," she joked to herself.
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Saturday, February 4, 2017

Classroom Pissing bysteve25805©

I'm a female teacher who has just turned 30, and am proud of the fact that I'm generally regarded as pretty sexy, with my trim figure, shapely ass (so I'm told) and ample but not overly large breasts. I also have deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. I have smiled to myself on a couple of occasions after overhearing some of my young teenage pupils enthusing about my sexiness when they hadn't realised I was approaching.
I am a highly moral person in most respects, with compassion for the weak and downtrodden everywhere. I read the Guardian and am a Labour Party activist, and my colleagues seem to regard me as a highly respectable and principled person.

But I have a naughty secret! You see, I have a secret fantasy about wearing no panties in class, opening my legs whilst sat at my desk, and peeing right there all over the classroom floor in front of my entire class! Of course, if I did that for real word would rapidly spread, I'd be sacked and possibly prosecuted, I'd never get another teaching job again - career over - and I'd be thrown out of the Labour Party for bringing it into disrepute. My name and face would be all over the newspapers too. No, I cannot possibly let that happen. I do sometimes go pantyless in class for my own secret pleasure, but that is about all. And I make sure none of my pupils ever get a glimpse of anything under my skirt.

But although I cannot pee in front of my class I have finally done the next best thing. After all, if I am alone in the classroom who is there to see me do anything and spread the word around?

A couple of days ago at the end of the schoolday, as my pupils rushed out with the universal desire to get out of school as quickly as possible, I too exited the classroom. But after getting to my car and driving off, I realised that the homework I had wanted to mark was still in the desk drawer: I had forgotten it. So I turned around, drove back, and went back into the building. By this time no one was around except for a few teachers in the staff room, but I didn't walk past there. So I entered the classroom unseen, and was about to retrieve the homework when I decided that the peace and solitude of that classroom made it ideal for me to do the marking there. I knew where the emergency key was kept in case I got locked in so there was no potential problem.

As I set to work, with no panties on, I became increasingly aware of the growing need in my bladder. I actually needed a pee pretty badly. A naughty realisation then struck me: not only were there no witnesses, but nobody knew I was here at all! I could get away with fulfilling my fantasy now, albeit without the audience, and no one would ever know it was me who had made the mess on the floor! A frisson of excitement went through me as I made the decision to actually do it.

Pulling the back of my skirt above my ass, I eased myself forward in my chair, opening my legs so that my muff with it's trimmed blonde pubic hairs was positioned over the front edge of the chair. And then I just peed right there under the desk and all over the classroom floor! A gentle hiss and a very loud splashing sound echoed around the room as my piss cascaded down. This was such a total turn on and felt utterly incredible. Waves of pleasure were rushing through me as I peed.

As soon as the last of my pee splashed down I began to frantically rub myself, bringing myself to the best orgasm in years right where I sat.

Once I had recovered my composure, I stood and admired the mess I had made, a huge puddle of yellow-tinted pee covering a large area of the floor. I smirked at the sight of it for a few moments, then just walked out and left it there, aroused by the thought of the cleaner discovering it in the morning.

School assembly the next morning was interesting to say the least. The headmaster ranted about how someone had "done their business" on a classroom floor instead of using the toilet, that this was dirty and unhygienic, and had left a terrible mess for the cleaner. He said that if anyone had any information about who was responsible they should come forward. But I knew no one had seen me. And of course, it never crossed the headmaster's nor anyone else's mind that a teacher had actually done it! I struggled to suppress a smirk at this knowledge, and felt another frisson of excitement as I remembered what I had done.
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Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Emergency piss between two buildings, a desperate pee.



This happened a couple of years ago in London, when I was going to a memorial service in St. James' church. It was July, but it wasn't all that warm. Anyway, I was wearing a mid-length black skirt and top.

I got off the coach at Victoria station and I needed a pee, but I couldn't find anywhere to go, so I thought I'd be able to go once I got to St. James'. I'm not all that familiar with London, but I hoped I'd pass at least one public toilet on the way there. I didn't need to go too badly at this point, but if there were any loos, I didn't find them. I got inside the church and sat and waited for the memorial to begin which it soon did, I could feel my need slowly growing but I thought I'd be OK.

I was alright while we were sitting down, but when we had to stand up to sing, that's when I realised I was pretty desperate.

I looked around but I couldn't see a sign anywhere for the toilets so I just had to wait, by the time the service had ended I really was bursting to pee very badly, but there just wasn't anywhere.

There were a lot of people present whom I hadn't seen for a very long time and I had to say hello and catch up etc and I offered a few words to the family of Tammy Wynette who had come over for her memorial, it was difficult to act and stand normally while I was desperately trying not to wet myself but somehow I did, the only visible signs I gave out were a bit of leg crossing and fidgeting which could've been put down to nerves.

It was decided that I would be given a lift to the get together afterwards, that was the last thing I really wanted, but I didn't have a lot of choice really it was silly to turn down a lift and walk 2 miles and be late, but I couldn't admit to be absolutely desperate for a pee, which by now I really was!

So I get in their car hoping and praying I could hold it until I got there, but when we arrived, I found to my horror that there were no working toilets (something to do with a late booking of the premises or something) I almost cried!

I noticed one or two other people a bit annoyed about that too, but I doubt if they could've been even half as desperate as me, god I was really, really bursting.

After about half an hour, I decided I'd better leave because I knew that if I'd stayed there any longer, everyone would see me wet myself because it was difficult to walk, it was difficult to sit down and it was difficult to be still!

I hurriedly said my goodbyes saying I needed to catch the coach and that seemed to be accepted and so I left. Oooohhh how I badly needed to go! As I said, I don't know London very well at all and I just didn't know where to look, to find somewhere to go.

As I walked down the street I began to leak, first small leaks then a big one and I felt the pee running down my crossed legs, I HAD to publicly hold myself!

I kept thinking, if only I could make it to the darn coach station, but that wasn't meant to be. I just could not hold on, I could not stop the leaks and after one especially big spasm, I could feel my hand getting very wet and I realised my bladder was giving out on me! My emergency plan was to dart between two buildings which made me and my predicament fairly secluded (but not very) and I just stood there and let it pour out of me, I've never been so relieved in my whole life! I don't think anyone saw me but I can't be sure, this is a true account.

Wet Debra!

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Friday, November 4, 2016

Pee shy in the public toilet

Girls can be pee shy as well as boys. Although we don’t have to expose ourselves in front of strangers, the thought that behind the cubicle wall is another person, and they can hear what we are doing is enough to make some sphincters stay tightly shut. Despite telling yourself that it’s a perfectly natural function, that every human being on the planet has to empty his or her bladder several times a day and that the person in the next cubicle is audibly peeing into the bowl seemingly without a care, such phobias can be impossible to overcome.
Flushing sometimes works – the sound of rushing water and the re-filling of the cistern covers any noise you might make. Dropping a wad of paper down the pan to muffle the sound of your stream is another way round the problem, or perching to one side of the seat so that the pee trickles down the porcelain. Waiting until the hand-dryers are roaring can also be effective. But sometimes none of these tricks are effective. There are too many people coming in and out. Your bladder may be uncomfortably full (if it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be in a public loo in the first place) but there is just no way it’s going to void its contents for everyone to hear. So you pull up your knickers, operate the flush and wash your hands as if you’d actually done something and as soon as you get through the exit that naughty bladder reminds you that it really needs to be emptied, even more forcefully than it did before you made the abortive trip.
How can you beat this phobia? Sometimes if you wait until you are absolutely bursting – almost at the point of wetting yourself – then rush back to the toilets, the urgent need to go overcomes the shyness.
This carries its own risks. What if there’s a queue when you get there? Imagine the embarrassment of being the girl who’s crossing her legs and trying not to squirm, conscious that everyone’s attention is drawn to your unfortunate predicament. They may have been in a similar situation at some point in their lives, but do any of them offer you their place in the queue? Of course not. Some of them may be witnessing your discomfort and congratulating themselves on their foresight in finding a loo before they’ve reached such extreme desperation. If you were elderly, or very young, they might take pity, but when you are of an age where you should know better, why should they give up their place? Some might suppose you are over dramatising your plight, purely to queue jump. They certainly aren’t going to be fooled by such antics! Others may be wondering if you are going to make it in time, or whether you will end up standing in a puddle on the floor. ‘Perhaps she’s already wet herself a little bit,’ they might think. ‘Can she hold on long enough to get in the cubicle? Will the next flush, or the sound of a tap running, or someone else’s bursting bladder relieving itself loudly into the toilet bowl send her over the edge?’
Of course, trying to second guess what they are thinking makes you guilty of putting your own thoughts into their presumably innocent heads. For if you hadn’t left it so late, if you were waiting in the queue quite happily and you noticed a girl trying to conceal her evident desperation you couldn’t help but put yourself in her place, knowing all too well the frantic fluttering of the tired sphincter, the dull heaviness of liquid weight pressing down and the pangs of urgency as bladder walls contract sharply. Then there’s the awful moment when you know you’re going to lose control, and you try and you try to hold it in, but…. It’s just a spurt, but it’s the beginning of the end. There’s the hot shame of the soggy gusset. You try to make a surreptitious check to see if anything shows on the outside yet. There’s still two in the queue ahead. What the hell are they all doing in there? Can’t they hurry up. Please hurry up.
Your vision blurs as your bladder, having achieved a brief release, increases its liveliness and oh no, oh no, please… Even here, in public, you try the last resort of the utterly desperate and crouch over, a hand clamped into your crutch, trying frantically to stem the flow but it’s coming now and it’s not just a dribble this time its more than that its Niagara Falls and your hand is all wet as urine floods your knickers and a dark patch spreads beneath helpless fingers, streaking the legs of your tight jeans.
‘She’s wetting herself.’ someone says and all you can do is stand there red-faced as your bladder wins the game of chance, unable to stop, where only a short while ago you couldn’t start.


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Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Female Desperation Panty Peeing & Pissing Story

A Nice Hot Piss Story I Came Across Enjoy
As I got out of the car, I sprinted to the house. When I reached the front step and extended my hand to turn the knob, I almost ran right into the door. It was locked. I knocked. I pounded. I stood, legs crossed and half doubled over in pain. If I didn’t get to a bathroom soon, I was going to pee my pants. I rummaged around inside my purse trying to find my house key. I felt tears forming as the panic set in. I couldn’t find it. I turned it upside down and dumped everything out right there on the front step. It wasn’t anywhere to be found. I bit my lip as I looked around. No cars were in the neighbors driveways. I looked up and down the street, no cars. No one walking their dog. No kids riding their bicycles. I looked over to the corner of our yard where the big Oak tree was. I couldn’t believe what I was contemplating.
As my bladder overflowed, I felt a small trickle down my leg and knew I didn’t really have a choice. It was either go behind the tree or pee my ppanties. A little wet spot was one thing, but soaking wet panties was quite another. “Ok, here goes,” I thought to myself. I bent over to collect my things and put them back into my backpack. The pressure of bending over caused a little more pee to escape. I clamped my thighs together and began hobbling across the yard. Once I reached the Oak tree, I moved behind it and checked all directions. The coast was clear. I lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties to the side. I squatted down and with watchful eyes, emptied my exploding bladder on to the grass. I could hear the loud hissing sound as I pissed all over the ground. A large puddle was forming, and I could feel some splashing up onto my ankles. The relief was so great that I felt light headed. I couldn’t believe how bad I had to go and wondered when it was going to stop. I actually started to smile a bit when I realized how long I had been squatting there. Once the powerful stream subsided and turned to a trickle, I began to shake my bottom back and forth trying to shake off any last drops. I pulled my panties back over and stood up, smoothing out my skirt. I noticed how wet they were from the first two accidents and adding to it, the wetness left from my pissing behind the tree. I walked across the yard as I thought about what I had just done. At first I felt disgusted by what I had done, but what choice did I have? Pee my pants? As I thought about that, I realized how much I enjoyed the feeling of having wet panties. “What is wrong with me?” I thought. I could feel my face get warm and my heart began to pound a little. “What the hell? Why am I getting turned on now?” I asked myself. Suddenly, I remembered that my roommate had said she was working late tonight, which explains why the door was locked.
“Shit. How am I going to get in now?” I wondered. I looked around and decided to try my neighbor, John, across the street. We had given him a key a few months ago in case of emergency. I quickly walked across the street and knocked on his door. A moment later, he opened the door, smiling. I asked him if he still had our key because I was locked out. He said yes and invited me in while he looked for it. He went into the kitchen and I could hear him rummaging around in one of the drawers. “Would you like something to drink Emma? Your face is all red, you look like you’ve been outside for hours.” “Water would be good, thanks!” I answered, wondering why I was still blushing. When John came in and handed me the glass of water, I noticed he had a big bulge in the front of his pants. He must have seen me looking because he just stood there watching me while I hid behind my glass of water. I didn’t want him to stare at me, so I continued to drink the water so I could hide behind the glass. “You WERE thirsty! Would you like another?” he asked. I cleared my throat and looked down at the floor. I played with my sock so I didn’t have to make eye contact with him and told him yes, I would like more to drink. I was so relieved when he walked out of the room, but that didn’t last long. He returned in what seemed like only seconds with another glass of water. He stood directly in front of me as I sat on the couch and drank my water. I could see through the glass that the bulge I thought I had seen was not only there, but was now very prominent.
“Like what you see?” he asked. I almost choked and water came spewing out of my mouth. “Hmmm, that’s the second time in five minutes I’ve seen you squirt water out of your body like that.” My heart pounded in my chest and my head spun. “Oh my God. Did he just say what I think he said? Oh my GOD. Did he see me?” My mind raced with these thoughts and I began to panic. I looked up at him and he was grinning from ear to ear. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was short lived, however, because John dropped his hand down to the bulge in his pants. My heart started pounding again. “I won’t tell anyone, IF you do something for me,” he grinned, rubbing his cock through his shorts. I figured he was hinting at a blow job. I was not normally one to shy away from an opportunity like this, but it just seemed strange. He was my neighbor! Instead, he said “I want to watch you piss, Emma.” “WHAT?” I croaked out. “That’s right. I want to watch you squat down and piss for me. And as you piss noisily, I am going to stroke my big fat cock.” While contemplating the situation, my mind wandered to my pee soaked panties and I noticed a new dampness that wasn’t there before. I realized that the thought of pissing in front of someone was making my pussy wet. “OK. I’ll do it,” I said. He held out his hand and I took it. Instead of leading me into the bathroom, he brought me into his kitchen. He patted the counter and said “Up”. I jumped up and sat on the counter. “No, no, no. I want you to squat for me. Up on your feet, my little pee girl,” he instructed. I did what I was told and he brought over a martini glass, placing it directly under my pussy. He stood back and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was purple and dripping wet. I could see how turned on this was making him, so I decided to enjoy it. I pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down just a bit. I felt my face burn as he saw the wet panties. He let out a soft groan and began fucking his cock into his hand. I opened up my cunt lips and bit my lip. I began to push and within a few seconds, I was pissing for him. I was squatting on my neighbors counter pissing into a martini glass and he was masturbating his monster cock to the sight of it.
“How did I get here?” I asked myself. Then, I realized that I didn’t care. I actually liked pissing for him. In fact, I LOVED it. I loved that he was watching me urinate. I love that he called me his little pee girl, and I wanted to do it more. When I noticed that the martini glass was overflowing on to the counter, I stopped short and decided to take the lead with this new game. I hopped off the counter and squatted right there on his kitchen floor. A yellow puddle began to form on the floor. Again, I stopped. His eyes were as big as saucers now as he realized what my plan was. I walked into the living room and he followed – cock in hand. I squatted down right in the middle of his living room and pissed on his carpet. When I was satisfied, I stood up and walked down the hall. As I walked, I pissed. I left a tinkle trail down his hall and went into the dining room. I pulled out one of the chairs and sat. I leaned back and spread my legs and pussy open. I pushed hard, and this time, a golden arch sprayed out of my pussy. I looked over at him and he was jacking his cock frantically. I could see giant drops of precum flying from his cock. I stood up, looked at my dining room pee stain and realized I was almost empty. “Any preferences?” I asked him. He lay down under me and said “Yeah, right here,” and pointed to his cock. I stood over him and spread my pussy open. “Ready John? Ready for your little pee girl to piss right onto your cock?” I asked him. He didn’t reply, just stared at my pussy and pumped his cock. “One, two…..THREE!” I began pissing all over my neighbours cock. The moment he felt my hot liquid hit his cock, he shot off. Some landed on my leg, some actually reached my pussy and the rest just went up into the air and landed in various spots. “Now it’s my turn,” he said. I found that the thought of getting pissed on was also tremendously exciting and wanted more than anything to be on the receiving end. I got on my knees and knelt before him, arching my back. Within just a few seconds I felt his HOT piss splashing all over my tits. He aimed it at my pussy, my stomach, my tits, my legs, and my hair. By the time he was done, I was absolutely soaked. My clit was pounding and I needed some relief. I brought my hand to my pussy and began rubbing myself. “Up here” John said and pointed to the dining room table. I got on the table and he instructed me to get on my hands and knees and turn around. I did as I was told and without warning, he began ramming his fingers into my sopping wet pussy hole. I looked down and saw that little droplets of his piss were dripping off my body onto the table. I felt my pussy stretch open as he added two more fingers to his assault. “You like that, you little piss slut?” he asked. I couldn’t even talk. My head was spinning. I was covered in piss and begging for my cunt to be pounded. I nearly passed out when I came and collapsed when I was finished. When he finally pulled his hand out of my pussy, I felt empty. But, I loved it. I loved the whole experience.
I gathered my things, thanked John for giving me the key and headed back home. I went into the bedroom to start getting cleaned up, but as I walked past the mirror, the reflection caught my attention. My hair was wet and stringy, my eye makeup was smeared and my lipstick had been all but rubbed off. I looked beautiful. I continued to the bathroom and turned the shower on, smiling to myself, as I began replaying the afternoon’s events in my mind. It’s funny how some days do not end up anything like you had expected them to.
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Posted on 07.30.08
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