Its been ages since we had a piss story so I hope this erotic lesbian pee story that I came across is enjoyable for all.
Beth was glad to finally be on the way home. It had been a long day and she’d spent most of it dying to pee. Her boss had called her into his office first thing and given her the task of showing the new girl the ropes. She hadn’t wanted the job, things were busy enough without spending the day babysitting. But when she met Kathleen she quickly changed her mind.
Kathleen was quite an old fashioned name for a sprightly nineteen year old. Named for her grandma apparently. Although Beth bet her Grandma wouldn’t have thought the best way to make an impression in a new job would have been to leave the top three buttons of her shirt undone, revealing her bra and half her boobs whenever she bent over. And that skirt that was so short it was almost obscene. Not that Beth had minded too much. She had fallen pretty much in love with the new girl before 10 o’clock. They’d sat together during morning coffee break and Kathleen kept flashing her sheer panties, either accidentally or deliberately. Beth tried not to look at first, but when she caught Kathleen’s eyes, an understanding seemed to pass between them and she took to openly staring as Beth continued shifting her legs around on the chair, ostensibly to get comfortable.
Beth had been single for a while now and the flirting was fun. She sipped her coffee and her mind drifted back to her last orgasm. Was it six months ago? A year? She couldn’t remember, but for the first time in a long time she found herself actually aroused, wanting to touch herself again. She was also starting to need to pee but didn’t want to leave Kathleen alone. What was it the boss had said. “Don’t leave her side.” Something like that.
Come 5 o’clock Beth was feeling very uncomfortable, her bladder aching and her tummy distended, pressing against the belt of her trousers. The journey back to the flat had taken forever, the bus breaking down half way which didn’t help, leaving her to walk the last few streets in a downpour. Beth noticed as she walked that her knickers felt damp, she hoped it was excitement at the thought of what she planned to do when she got home or the rain soaking her to the skin. Kathleen’s insistence on three coffee breaks through the day were taking their toll now. Beth pressed the lift button in the lobby whilst shuffling her feet, wondering if the batteries in her vibrator would still be working after all this time. And if she should wee first, or come. The lift door opened and she stepped in, reaching for the buttons.
“Hold it would you,” said a voice. It was Kathleen running after her, red faced, breasts bouncing in her clingy top, soaked to the skin from the rain outside.
“You live here?” Beth found herself asking, incredulous as Kathleen reached her. She’d spent all day talking to her, chatting her up, finding out about her sex life, her fetishes for crying out loud, her desire to be spanked by a woman, something Beth had spent most of the afternoon fantasising about, but hadn’t thought to ask where she lived. What was wrong with her? This was like a schoolgirl crush.
“On the top floor. I shouted you on the way out but you had your headphones in. I caught the bus behind yours, got stuck in a jam though as something had broken down in the road.”
“Oh, right. Well.” Beth didn’t know what to say so she just pressed the door close button. The lift began to rise. Second floor, third, fourth. Suddenly there was a judder and a scraping noise, then the lights flickered. The lift ground to a halt, its lights going out completely now.
“What the hell?” Beth said, groping for the emergency call button. She found it and pressed.
“Can I help?” a tinny voice echoed out of the lift speaker.
“We’re stuck, the lift isn’t moving.”
“Hold on. I’ll just look into that for you.”
Faint voices were audible in the background before the person came back to the microphone. “Hi there, we can see there’s a problem, but it may take a while to get it sorted. Is it just you in there?”
“Nope, there’s two of us,” said Kathleen.
“Okay, well try and keep calm and we’ll get things moving as quickly as possible.”
“Oh God,” said Beth, letting go of the button, pushing her hand between her legs in the darkness, squeezing it and squirming slightly.
“It’ll be all right,” replied Kathleen. “We can carry on our talk from earlier, don’t have to wait until tomorrow.”
“It’s not that,” said Beth. “It’s kind of embarrassing but I’m dying for a wee.”
“Oh. Can you hold it in?”
“I’ll try, but I hope they get this fixed quickly.”
Time passed. In the darkness Beth wasn’t sure how long they’d been waiting. “Have you got a phone?” she asked at last.
“No, I left it at home this morning. What about you?”
“Batteries dead. I just wondered what time it was.”
They stood in awkward silence for a while longer, in the pitch black it was impossible to know even where each of them was even stood. Beth was wriggling on her feet, feeling the pressure on her bladder growing ever stronger. She was going to have to go soon. This was so humiliating. She pressed both hands between her legs, squeezing her hand with her thigh muscles, but the dampness in her knickers was pressing against her, making it harder to distract herself now. Why was she still aroused? It didn’t make sense.
“Listen,” she said eventually. “I can’t hold it in any longer, I’m going to have to go. Just don’t hate me for this.”
“It’s fine,” she heard Kathleen’s voice come from the other corner. “Do what you have to do. Remember what I said today about being spanked? After the talks we’ve had, I don’t think I could ever be embarrassed around you, no matter what you do. There’s something about you, I just feel comfortable with you.”
Beth couldn’t wait for more compliments, nice as they were. She frantically pulled her knickers off from under her skirt and held them in her hand. Crouching in the corner of the lift, legs spread, she hoped she wouldn’t splash onto her expensive shoes. She stood up again deciding to pull them off, putting them in the far corner away from her. She squatted down once more, feeling as if she were about to burst. She tried to relax her bladder, wishing this wasn’t happening, face going red in the darkness. It was harder than she’d thought, her body not co-operating. It still thought this wasn’t the place to go. Finally a single squirt of pee splashed out of her and she jolted in shock. The warmth hit her foot and at the same time a hand began stroking her bottom. Her body froze, her peeing stopped, bladder screaming for release, still desperate to go.
“Is that you?” Beth found herself asking, almost laughing. Who the hell else would it be?
“I was coming over to hold your hand,” replied Kathleen. “It’s a bit scary in the dark like this.”
“That isn’t my hand though. That’s my bum.”
“I know.” Silence descended. Beth stayed perfectly still, waiting for her new friend to move away, not wanting to get pee on her.
Kathleen continued stroking her bum though, arm trapped between Beth’s legs. Beth didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t hold it in much longer. A drip fell from her, landing on Kathleen’s arm. She expected her to move away disgusted, but instead she just kept stroking her in the dark, arm brushing against her pussy, hand probing between her buttocks, stroking up and down with her fingers, exploring in the dark.
Beth couldn’t wait any longer, her bladder relaxed involuntarily. She felt herself opening up and a stream of hot piss flew from her, splashing straight onto Kathleen’s arm before falling to the floor. She felt something pressing against her legs too, then realised it was Kathleen’s hair. She was leaning her face in, shuffling in the dark to lie underneath Beth on her back, wriggling along the floor..
Beth felt down with her hands. She could feel that Kathleen had moved to lie directly under her, tongue sticking out, hot pee splashing onto her, soaking her face and hair, covering her clothes as she lay on the lift floor. Still the hand kept probing round her bottom. Beth found herself incredibly turned on by this, in the pitch black it didn’t feel as inappropriate as it would have in the light, not making eye contact helped. It was like a dream, anything was allowed. When a long fingernail brushed round her anus, she didn’t even move away, just pushed down slightly, helping it to go inside. She felt it slide up into her, probing inside her bottom, thrusting gently. It was joined by a tongue licking between her pussy and her butt.
Still she kept peeing, it smelt strongly in there now having been held in all day long. She knew it would be soaking Kathleen’s top and she found that excited her more, thinking of her bra showing through the wet top. She could feel pee running over her own feet, pooling under her. She could hear Kathleen swallowing, never stopping the exploration of her bottom. Finally the flow began to reduce to a trickle, then a few last drops. At least she felt better, no longer like she was about to explode. She was still so excited though she decided to try risking something raunchier. Instead of standing up, she lowered herself down onto Kathleen’s face. She felt a tongue begin to slide up inside her, it felt exquisite, silky smooth, tasting her, licking inside her, a nose brushing her bottom, chin pressed against her clit. She ground down onto it, at last feeling the burning in her clit being satisfied.
Beth had expected to be touching herself that night, so to have someone else do it to her was incredible, especially after being single all this time. She fell forwards, laying herself down on top of Kathleen, groping in the dark for her skirt, pulling it up to her waist, pushing knickers to one side. She slipped her fingers into the sopping wetness she could feel in the pitch black, one finger then another, thrusting them in and out of her new friend. She felt with her tongue for the bump of a clit, sucking it into her mouth, running her tongue over it, circling it over and over.
The finger in her bottom was thrusting faster now as the tongue inside her lapped ever harder. She ground her hips down, the pressure on her clit now so much she knew she wouldn’t last much longer. Seconds later she felt Kathleen bite down onto her as an orgasm ripped through her, the fingers inside her squeezed so tight by Kathleen’s muscles it was almost painful. Beth felt hot gasping breaths between her legs, muffled groans coming from her partner, her legs were twitching as the climax took over. Beth felt a squirt of something coming out of Kathleen and splash over her face. The taste was sensational and she found herself gulping it down, licking up as much as she could.
It was all too much for Beth now, she felt her own orgasm flying towards her, the pent up days and months of not touching herself combining to make this the most powerful climax she’d ever felt. The naughtiness of what they were doing excited her even more, knowing that at any moment the lights might come on, the lift doors might open. She screamed out loud as her climax took over her, bright lights flashing in her eyes even though they were closed, the finger in her arse gripped tightly, pulled inwards. She pushed down with her hips, almost suffocating Kathleen who struggled for breath under her. Her hands became fists as she felt the sensational joy of her climax, her clit at last being satisfied as the orgasm spread its warmth throughout her whole being. She collapsed onto the body under her, breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down.
With a jolt, the lift suddenly began moving again. Beth shot to her feet, wobbling dizzily, reaching out with her hand. She helped Kathleen up just as the lights pinged back into life. She looked at her companion, top soaked to the skin, nipples clearly visible through it, hair still a mess. Beth glanced down at herself. She was dressed, her shoes were still on her feet.
“Why is the floor wet?” Kathleen asked suddenly. “Was it raining that much?”
“Erm…” Beth thought. Was it a dream? Was Kathleen pretending? They both stood there for a moment, unable to look each other in the eyes. The lift door opened and Beth stepped out, body aching for a piss. She must have been daydreaming in there.
She looked up at Kathleen, standing in the lift and smiling at her warmly. As the doors slowly closed she looked out at Beth and blew her a kiss.
“See you at work,” said Beth.
“Unless the lift breaks down again,” Kathleen replied as the door finally clunked shut.
Filed under: Piss Stories
Posted on 07.11.16
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It’s been a while since we have had a piss story so I hope that you enjoy this female desperation and shorts peeing story.
Zoe stood in front of the immense glass façade separating her from the sweltering heat of late afternoon. The huge, treeless expanse of the airport’s tarmac absorbed the hot sun like a sponge. She could see heat radiating off the ground everywhere she looked. In sharp contrast to the heat outside, cool, refreshing air flowed over her from air conditioners mounted high on the ceiling of the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport.
Zoe took a sip from a cold bottle of water as she turned and sat down next to her classmate and mutual best friend, Amber, whose name accurately reflected the luscious colour of her long curly hair.
“Just a few more hours and we’ll be sunning ourselves on a Caribbean beach!” Zoe commented to Amber.
“Hell yeah, I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this trip.”
Zoe smirked, the “lifetime” had in fact been only a few weeks; as a high school graduation present, the girls’ parents had paid for them to go on their school’s annual seniors-only trip to the Caribbean.
“What’ll you do first when we get there?” she asked.
“How about Jason,” Amber stated with a devilish grin and a nod.
Zoe smirked again, Amber had always been the more adventurous of the two, and her comment didn’t surprise Zoe in the least. After glancing at Jason across the seating area, she couldn’t really disagree either. She had recently become single and briefly entertained the notion of a wild fling with Jason, but having never gone beyond first base with her one and only ex, she didn’t really know what a wild fling would be like.
“Hm I don’t remember seeing him at school,” Zoe said quizzically.
“He didn’t go to our school, he’s one of the chaperones, but he’s only like a year or two older than us.”
“Oh.. well at least that explains the slightly creepy way he’s watching Alexa and Eric, don’t they look cute holding hands and whispering like that… how long have they been going out again?”
“Four or five years I think, I…” Amber started to say before the loud chime of the PA cut her off.
“Attention ladies and gentlemen, we will now begin boarding for flight 235. Please have your photo ID and boarding pass out and ready.”
Everyone began scrambling to grab their bags. Zoe’s short, light gray cotton shorts showed off her firm butt, but lacked pockets completely. As she reached into her backpack to get her ID and boarding pass a booming voice rang out over the students,
“Hold up everyone, remember all of the rules we discussed, and remember that from this point forward you need to be with a buddy at all times, even when you go to the bathroom. We’re leaving the United States and you need to keep safe.”
The booming voice belonged to Dave, the oldest and most strict of the four chaperones.
Zoe finished gathering her bags and jumped into line behind Ariel, a shy girl Zoe had only recently met in her Biology class. The line moved quickly, and she glanced at her ticket as she walked down the jetway. “Seat 2-D” it read.
“Excellent, a window seat,” she thought to herself.
She followed Jason down the plane’s skinny center aisle. He stopped at row 2, stowed his carry-on above the seat, and sat down in 2-C.
“Ah, excuse me,” she murmured and slid past him into her seat.
Her barely covered thigh brushed against his muscular legs; although brief, the contact of his warm skin against hers made her tingle inside.
“This is certainly going to be an interesting flight,” she mused.
Little did she know how right she was.
Zoe looked up and saw the fasten seat belt light flick on, moments before a brief jolt shook the plane.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ve encounter an area of significant turbulence. There is nothing to be concerned about, but for your own safety please leave your seat belt on for the remainder of the flight,” the pilot announced over the intercom as the plane again bucked up and down in the air.
“Damn it,” Zoe winced.
She had spent the better part of the past 30 minutes trying to work up the courage to use the plane’s restroom. Unfortunately, the small jet had only one bathroom. Zoe sat near the very front of the plane, but the restroom was located at the rear. Not knowing whether it was occupied, she hadn’t wanted to stand awkwardly outside in the narrow isle if it were in use.
Seeing her wince, Jason reassured her, “don’t worry, this part of the flight is always turbulent, there’s really nothing to be concerned about.”
“Ha, I wish the turbulence was all I was concerned about.“
“Uh, it’s not really that…,” Zoe replied.
“Damn it, why did I say that, now he’s going to wonder why else I look nervous.“
“Uh, Jason, do you know about how much longer until we reach the island?”
Consulting his watch he replied, “I’d say about 45 more minutes, but like I said, the turbulence is really nothing to worry about.”
Except, at that instance, the turbulence quickly became something for Zoe to worry about. As the plane dropped suddenly the feeling of weightlessness very nearly made Zoe pee herself; however, the drop wasn’t half as bad as the jolt that occurred moments later when the plane cleared the air pocket. She had no choice but to grab herself, despite the fact that Jason sat looking straight at her; had she not, she knew she certainly would have lost it right there in her seat.
She glanced furtively at him and saw his eyes go wide as he realized the true reason for her concern. An awkward silence that lasted seconds but felt like hours ensued, until a stewardess moved past in the aisle, carefully gripping the overhead railing to avoid being thrown into the ceiling or slammed into the floor.
“Ma’am, excuse me,” Jason started, then to Zoe’s horror, “would it be OK if she uses the restroom?”
“I’m very sorry, but no. It is far too dangerous with this much turbulence.”
“Oh, ok,” he said looking somewhat defeated.
“I can’t remember ever having to go this badly, will I even make it another 45 minutes?” Zoe wondered to herself.
The realization that she didn’t believe she would made her have to go even worse.
“Why keep holding if I won’t make it… ” she thought, as she momentarily entertained the notion of just letting go. But with Jason watching her every move, she wanted desperately to avoid ruining her chance of hooking up with him.
She had a sinking feeling she would very soon be much regretting the Coke she had finished off just a few minutes earlier.
As the stewardess moved on, Jason commented hesitantly, without looking directly at her, “do you think you’ll be able to make it?”
Silence followed for the next few seconds, and Zoe stared at the clouds out of the window, not wanting to answer the question truthfully, but not able to lie either.
“How do you tell a cute guy that you’re about to piss yourself?”
She didn’t really have to say anything, a dear-in-headlights look had taken full control of her sea-blue eyes, and her hands were still wedged tightly between her smooth legs.
“So… probably not… huh,” Jason said.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, then suggested, “well, if you have any pads in your purse perhaps you could relieve enough pressure to hold it the rest of the way…”
His bluntness shocked her a bit, but she couldn’t deny the resourcefulness of the idea. She knew a pad wouldn’t hold much, but it might hold enough. However, although she did have a pad in her purse, she certainly wasn’t keen on the idea of putting it on and wetting while a near-stranger watched and listened.
“Uh, if you do have one, you might consider using it sooner rather than later… It’ll be more difficult to go just a little the longer you wait,” Jason prompted her.
Zoe knew his words were the truth, and she felt her control slipping with every jolt of the aircraft. But she still couldn’t make the decision to actually do it.
“Look,” he said, “it doesn’t look like you’re going to make it another 40 minutes regardless, so your options at this point are basically to hold it until you lose it, or try a pad. Either way, you’re going to end up going, but one of those options might not end with wet shorts.
The plane lurched, and Zoe momentarily lost control and felt the first few drops leak into her panties. She managed to regain control quickly enough, but that slip decided the matter.
“Look away please,” she requested timidly.
With her free hand she reached into her purse and fished around for the pad. Finding it, she pulled it out and tried unsuccessfully to open the wrapper with one hand.
“Well, I can’t very well put a pad on with one hand between my legs anyways…“
Clenching with all her might, she removed her hand from her crotch and opened the package. She managed to hold tight and prevent further leakage as she slipped her hands under the waistband of her white panties and starting maneuvering the pad into place. An understanding that relief would soon arrive practically doubled her urge to go. She struggled to get the pad into position in time, nearly losing control in the process. Finally, she got it settled and removed her hands from her panties.
Except then she couldn’t get the flow to start. It was almost funny (although her plane ride would have ended very wet had she actually laughed); she had been holding it in so hard for so long, that now she couldn’t get started when she wanted.
Zoe managed to get a few drops out, but unless she expelled a lot more she would never make it to the airport dry. Then she managed to get a decent sprinkling of pee to come out and quickly clenched her muscles to prevent overflowing the pad. She felt an even larger squirt trapped on the verge of escaping; trapped in limbo and threatening to burst the dam and flood her valley. She knew she couldn’t force it back or hold it in much longer. Involuntarily, her bladder released and the jet fountained into the pad. She quickly regained control, but felt another burst trapped with no where to go but out. Fortunately the urge was less intense; she knew she could win this battle, eventually at least.
She willed the trapped liquid forward and then successfully stopped it again. She had nearly regained complete control; only a small amount of urine remained at the point where she couldn’t stop it from coming out.
Looking down at her lap, she noticed there were no visible wet spots at all. She reached a hand around to her butt and felt dampness. The pad had just started to leak, but it had channeled the small wet spot to a place where it wasn’t visible while she was sitting.
Zoe willed the last bit of trapped pee out and felt herself regaining complete control.
Just before she stopped the stream for good, she felt the ground go out from under her. The plane dropped fast and hit the bottom of the air pocket with great force. Gravity applied a vice to her bladder.
Zoe moaned in pain, but she could fight no longer. Her pee had to go somewhere, and the opening to her bladder hadn’t quite closed yet. Pressure wrenched it fully open, and she groaned again as the stream quickly become a raging river. She felt a warm wetness on her bottom as the fleeing liquid overflowed the saturated pad and began pooling on the seat.
Hearing the moan, Jason looked over and must have instantly realized her predicament. With catlike reflexes, he grabbed her shorts and panties and pulled them to her knees, nearly pulling her off the seat in the process.
The events of the past three seconds left Zoe in complete shock. She simply sat and peed as she watched the disaster unfold, seemingly from third person. However, she quickly came back to her senses and halted the flow, not even caring about the follow up squirts that hit the now-soaked seat.
Zoe glanced up and saw that Jason had polity resumed looking away. She felt an unwelcome chilling sensation as her bottom lost heat quickly in the sopping wet seat; her shorts and panties were around her knees; and her pee soaked pad lay soggily between her legs. Yet not all was lost, her clothes had a hand-sized wet patch on them, but were not completely soaked.
“They might even dry by the time we reach the airport; provided I don’t pull them back up and sit in the wet seat while wearing them,” she silently hoped.
Unfortunately, now she sat exposed in a crowded airplane. Her predicament would be immediately obvious to anyone walking by in the aisle.
“Here, I have a pillow you can cover yourself with,” Jason offered, returning his gaze to Zoe’s eyes… at least, mostly to her eyes.
“Thank you so much,” she said as she took the pillow and put it on her lap.
“So much for my chance of a wild fling,” she thought dejectedly, “he probably wouldn’t touch me now even if I begged for it.“
She still had to pee badly, but thought she could make it another 30 or so minutes to the airport.
Zoe began really regretting the in-flight Coke right around the time the plane landed. Fortunately she felt confident that she could hold on another 5 or 10 minutes while the plane taxied to the gate. As the plane began taxiing, she reached under herself and felt the seat.
“Dry enough,” she thought.
Looking down, she could see that her panties had dried most of the way too. She pulled them back up, followed by her shorts.
The plane rolled towards the terminal, but then stopped short of the gate. With a sinking feeling in her stomach (that, for once, was unrelated to turbulence) she heard the intercom crackle to life,
“a plane is currently stuck in our gate with mechanical difficulties. We expect it will take about thirty minutes to clear. Please do not leave your seats until our plane has been secured at the gate.”
“Ugh,” she groaned, “could this day please get worse.”
“Zoe, I hate to remind you of this, but you need to find a buddy to go with to the restroom once we reach the terminal. This airport is too dangerous for you to go alone,” Jason said firmly.
Zoe didn’t respond; she just laid her head back against the headrest, closed her eyes and sat still.
She spent the next thirty minutes looking around frantically for another female member of the group with whom she could very quickly become a buddy. Unfortunately, all of them appeared to be seated at the back of the plane.
An intense struggle raged within her mind and body. Both hands were wedged firmly between her thighs, and sweat formed on her brow from the intense effort required to keep her legs clamped together.
“Oh God do I have to pee. I can’t hold it anymore. I must hold it. It would be so easy to stop the pain, I’d just have to relax a little bit. I can’t lose it, I’m on a Goddamn plane full of people. Just don’t think of waterfalls. Oh shit waterfalls… OH SHIT…… ok.. I’m still in control, that was too close, I think I might have let a little out. I hope it doesn’t show. If we don’t start moving soon I’m going to lose it all…“
Thirty three minutes later the plane began rolling forward again and came to rest next to the jetway. Amazingly, Zoe was still in control, even if just barely so. The next few moments passed in a haze. Airport personnel connected the jet to the terminal, and the few passengers in front of her began to disembark. The knowledge that she would soon have complete relief, one way or another, made her urge to go intensify.
She felt the first stab of true pain in her bladder and knew at that moment that in only a matter of seconds it would empty itself regardless of whether she was sitting on a toilet, running through the terminal or standing on the plane.
Leaping over Jason and into the aisle, she grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the door.
“You’re my buddy now,” she said frantically as she pulled him along.
The pair ran through the terminal towards the bathrooms. Eying the sole unisex bathroom, Zoe grabbed the handle and yanked hard. It didn’t budge. It was already occupied.
Utterly defeated, she twisted her legs together and crouched down as Jason stood watching helplessly. She spent a brief moment mentally preparing to wet herself in front of hundreds of people, then felt the first drips of warm pee run down her legs. She continued to hold back as much as she could despite comprehending the inevitability her situation.
At that moment the bathroom door opened and a couple exited. Zoe saw relief, but wasn’t able to move. Fortunately, Jason grabbed her and pulled her up and into the bathroom. The sudden movement made her lose all control. By the time she had taken two steps into the bathroom she had soaked her shorts with a furious stream of pee.
Zoe didn’t even bother pulling down her shorts or panties. She simply sat down on the toilet and peed straight through them. She didn’t bother to stop and pull them down even after she could have regained control. She was too exhausted from holding for so long, and it was far too late anyway.
Jason stood awkwardly in the small bathroom, trying to appear as if he was looking away while still watching her. Fortunately, her gaze was focused down on the mess she was making. The head of Jason’s rock hard erection had gotten trapped under the elastic of his boxers, but every move he made to try and free it made him even harder. Finally, he reached down and yanked up on the elastic band.
“Oh shit,” he thought, as he felt himself go beyond the point of no return. Immediately his body tensed, and he held as still as possible while he filled his boxers with cum.
“Your turn,” Zoe said as she finally cut the flow and stood up. Jason saw a look of momentary confusion cross her face as she looked at him. As he walked towards the toilet he looked down and noticed an obvious wet patch on the front of his shorts.
Filed under: Piss Stories
Posted on 04.24.16
For today we have a female desperation story that was posted around 6 years ago. Im sure that many will have missed reading it
I had been driving the lovely Italian woman, Clara, to work for several months. In her mid-thirties, she had thick black hair, a flashing smile, unblemished olive skin, green eyes flecked with brown. Her English was perfect but she had that beautiful Italian way of drawing out her vowels. She was always immaculately and expensively dressed. The car-sharing arrangement had been organised through a company bulletin board. She paid for a share of the petrol and as we worked in different areas of the company, our contact was mainly limited to the rides to and from work – about 45 minutes each way, depending on the traffic.
Our conversation never seemed to drift into the personal, but she was a person of considerable intelligence, well-informed and forthright on a range of topics – social issues, relationships, religion, politics. Few issues had not been covered in the time we had spent driving together.
On this particular evening I waited for Clara as usual in the lobby. She was running late, so I took the lift down to the car park and drove up to the visitor’s parking space in front of the building. We had an arrangement that I would wait fifteen minutes after our scheduled meeting time. She held an important position in the company and was often kept late in meetings or with urgent, last-minute tasks. I was flexible about the arrangement and normally waited half an hour. If she was delayed later than that, the company was usually happy to pay her taxi fare home.
I was about to leave when she came through the glass doors toward me, moving quickly and awkwardly in her heels. She tumbled into the passenger seat out of breath. Her expensive perfume filled the air, not quite masking the sharper, feminine perfume that women exude when tense.
“Sorry,” she gasped. “I’ve been trapped in a meeting with some major clients since one. It was productive, but intense. Being the account manager I was in the middle of it. It was so full on, I didn’t have the opportunity to take a break and call you to tell you not to wait. You’re very sweet to have waited this long.”
Sweet – a slightly personal touch that made my heart beat a little faster. I was more than a little smitten with Carla, but somehow the opportunity never arose, or I was too slow-witted to work out how to make it arise, to take our relationship beyond the purely impersonal.
Carla had settled into her seat for the drive. It was peak-hour and most of our drive was along a multilane freeway with bumper-to-bumper traffic. The congestion was even worse than usual. The traffic crawled, but the air-conditioning kept the car nicely chilled. Normally, I didn’t have music or the radio on. Carla was generally very talkative – I think it was her way of unwinding. Listening to her was one of my pleasures of the day – the time flew while I was with her.
But today she was quiet, and wore a slight frown. She was not relaxed. I thought back to what she had said, about not having time to take a break. Not even time for a toilet break, perhaps.
At the thought of that, my breathing became a little shallower and faster. At this point, I need to make a confession. I have a thing about women and pee – I’ve had it for as long as I can remember. I don’t go in for self-analysis and I’ve never really bothered about the origins of this special interest. It’s never really intruded into my sexual relationships, but it certainly dominates my fantasies, of which I have many.
I glanced over at her legs. Her grey, light wool skirt came half-way down her thighs. She had on grey shaded stockings and under them I could see the muscles clenching. Her feet were making small rocking motions, heel to toe and back again. She was looking ahead at the traffic in a fixed fashion, as if willing it to go faster. I reached over to the controls and turned the air conditioning down. She gave me an embarrassed smile.
“Thanks, I’m afraid I rather badly need the ladies’ room and the cold air doesn’t help. I went through the afternoon without a break. I’ve got a cast-iron bladder and in any case I was too focussed to adjourn the meeting. I should have used the ladies’ in the lobby on the way out, but I could see you getting ready to drive off so I decided to put it off.
“I’m afraid it was a bad miscalculation,” she said ruefully.
The fidgetting was getting worse now, she was visibly rocking her knees and squeezing them together, clenching and unclenching her thighs. I couldn’t believe what was happening; I was driving this beautiful, elegant woman and she was struggling not to piss in her panties. It was like one of my fantasies come to life.
But I had too much liking and admiration for her to want to see her distressed or humiliated.
“There’s a Macdonald’s up ahead. I’ll have to try and get into the left lane and take the turn-off. It’ll take about fifteen minutes – do you think you can wait that long?” “To be honest, I’m very uncomfortable. I’m almost desperate enough to jump out of the car and do it in the road.” That lightened the mood momentarily – she started to laugh at the idea, then she gave a sharp intake of breath and stopped. “Oh God, I nearly lost it then. I’ll just have to hold on and hope for the best.”
She crossed her legs and rocked her top leg up and down, but that only worked temporarily, for then she uncrossed them and sat with one foot under her. A sheen of sweat formed on her forehead and upper lip. Her jaw worked as if her battle to control her bladder needed all her concentration. She would take a deep intake of breath, hold it, then exhale in a quick burst. Watching this performance, I was hardly in better shape. My heart was pounding and I had to hold the wheel tight to stop my hands from trembling.
She began rocking backward and forward, grinding her crotch into her heel. This seemed to work for a time. Then suddenly she cried out, “Oh Bart. I don’t think I can wait any longer. I have to pee. I have to pee right now. I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to flood everything.” She was furiously rocking back and forth, trying to convince her bladder that this was not the time. Her voice was strangled, and so was mine.
“Quick, slide forward in the seat. You can do it on the floor without wetting your clothes or the seat.”
She didn’t hesitate. She had her pantyhose and panties around her ankles in a second and no sooner had she thrust her buttocks forward over the edge of the seat than there was a loud hissing sound and the sharp smell of her urine began to fill the car. I tried valiantly to be a gentleman, but succumbed to temptation and looked sideways. There was not a lot of leg-room in the front of the car and she had to part her knees considerably in order to move far enough forward to clear the seat. On full display was one of the most luxuriant bushes I have ever seen on a woman, black and thick like the hair on her head. But her knees were so far apart that even this did not conceal the rest of her treasures – thick sensual outer lips and even the large, thin, pink and moist inner lips, through which a torrent of urine poured.
Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open and I realised she was softly groaning, a long slow groan of pleasure as the intolerable pressure eased. After what seemed an impossible period of time, the stream slowed and subsided. She squeezed out the remaining contents in spurts then looked at me apologetically.
“God, I’ve made a mess of your car, but I can’t begin to tell you how good that feels – the sheer relief. For a moment there I thought I was going to piss in my clothes like a schoolgirl.”
Her sex was still thrust forward, fully on display, her elegant Italian leather shoes mired in half an inch of urine. In spite of myself, I couldn’t help staring. I had a feeling I was being repaid for the inconvenience she had caused.
We were getting near the turn-off to her apartment now. Finally she sat back in the seat and smoothed down her dress. When we pulled up outside she carefully pulled off her shoes one at a time, handed them to me, and somehow managed to extricate her feet from the sodden panty hose without stepping into the pool of liquid on the floor. She got out of the car and propped herself against it as she deftly pulled on her shoes again. She leant through the window. Her panties and pantyhose were sitting in a sodden heap in a lake of urine on the floor, but that was irrelevant. She was the cool, elegant businesswoman again. She looked me straight in the eye. I had a feeling that she had guessed my little secret and knew exactly what had been going through my mind throughout the whole episode.
“Of course, I’ll pay for the cleaning.”
Slowly a smile spread across my face.
“You’ve paid for it already.”
I considered washing her panties and panty-hose and returning them to her, but thought better of it. I continued to be smitten with Clara, but in spite of the intense intimacy we had briefly experienced, the car-rides resumed as though nothing had happened. Then, after three months, she was promoted to the company’s office in Singapore and they came to an end.
It’s a small world, and I have no doubt I will meet her again. She will be as elegant as ever and rungs higher on the corporate ladder. We will exchange smiles and we will both be thinking of the moment, the for her unaccustomed moment when her control slipped and she struggled not to piss herself in my car.
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Posted on 02.25.16
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I haven’t come across any piss stories of late so we haven’t had any posted for a long time. While this is a repost from 2008 there will be many who have not read it before, 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 01.08.16
Its been a while since we have had a story. I came across this lesbian peeing story so here we go.
Katrina relaxed, allowing herself to sink deep into one of the few padded seats on the train. Her legs ached and her mind races from the events of the long tiring day now thankfully behind her. Work had been the usual hell, her boss was a pig unwilling to accept the idea that she wouldn’t be sleeping with him for the raise that was rightfully Hers. All that she could see upon leaving the building was the scowling face of that asshole still stewing over the hot coffee she had “accidentally” poured in his disgusting lap. Now, though, far from that place and that man, she began to finally let the tension of the day subside and began to look forward to the train ride ahead. There was a particular passenger who had captured her fancy and she was very much looking forward to the usual lewd display she was accustomed to seeing, a semi-public show form the no-frills beauty who like clockwork would park herself diagonally across from her and do what Katrina loved best.
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Posted on 03.29.15
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A Quick Lesbian Pee Story
It was Sabrina’s 24th birthday, many years ago, and since she’s my best friend, I’m on board. She broke up with her long-term boyfriend shortly before, and accordingly she was in a bad mood. We went out that night and she drank quite a bit. I didn’t notice that during the evening, but when we finally went to the car late, she almost couldn’t walk anymore. At the time I still thought she may just be tired and sleepy.
I drove us, and didn’t drink a lot myself. I usually don’t drink much, but it was her birthday, so I was a little tipsy. We were in my car, and Sabrina had brought something to drink “for the ride” – champagne, I think. Anyway, I’m driving her home, it’s late, almost no cars on the road. I still know it had rained and the streets were pretty wet and shiny. Strange, the things you remember.
Sabrina’s sitting next to me and I’m driving. She’s rather quiet and I think she might have fallen asleep until I hear a strange noise. I turn to look and almost drive the car off the road. She’s in the passenger seat and masturbates. Okay, I need to phrase this differently, else nobody will understand how crass it was: Sabrina is sitting there, her short skirt pulled up and is shoving the bottle up her cunt. Gotta say it like that.
I’m speechless and need to regain my self-control, and then look for somewhere to park. At first I didn’t know what to say and everything I could think of was that I needed to get somewhere nobody could see us. Sure, at night, in the city, it’s dark anyway, can’t be that hard, can it? So I’m driving down a side street and look for a parking lot while Sabrina’s fucking herself with the bottle and doesn’t seem to notice me anymore.
When we come to a stop, she doesn’t notice that either, that’s how far gone she was. And what do I do? At first I want to yell at her, shake her, try to somehow, well, discretely, get her to stop. But all I’m doing is stare at her. It’s dark, I can barely see anything. Just a streetlight somewhere shining on the bottle, which slides faster and faster into her cunt. I’ve never seen her like this. Actually, I’ve never seen her naked at all. She’s all shaved and I can make out her labia as they wrap themselves around the neck of the bottle. She’s moaning and mumbling something and presses the bottle deeper and harder inside herself. I remember thinking something like that’s gotta hurt, but it didn’t look like it.
I’m like hypnotized and she’s squirming in her seat until she’s sliding further down and pulls the bottle out again. I thought she finally stopped when I heard a faint prattle. At first I think it started raining again, but then I realize: Sabrina’s pissing in my car. She’s spread her legs wide and I can see a thick stream running out of her cunt. And what am I doing? I’m getting all funny like, feeling something I’ve never felt before, like I can now be whatever I want to be, do what I always wanted to do. So I’m reaching between her legs and feel her warm pee on my hand. My friend’s pissing on me, peeing on my hand, and I love it. I’m rubbing her wet pussy as the stream subsides. I’m bending over her crotch where she’s smelling strongly and start rubbing her labia with my hand. She’s moaning and whispers my name. “Anna…”
I freeze. All this time I thought she forgot about me. But she knew I was there, she knew it was me reaching between her legs. “Just you wait,” I thought. “Enjoy it!” Because the time had come for harder measures. I bend far across her and see the bottle laying on the floor. She must’ve let it fall. I reach for it and pick it up, it’s all slippery and wet after being bathed in pussy slime and pee, and seems to be a little full still. I lick across the neck and taste Sabrina, almost as strong as she smells. Then I squeeze the bottle in the dark between her butt cheeks below her pussy and start to push.
No clue why I thought I could get it in like that, but Sabrina seemed relaxed enough and I wanted to show her, after she’s played with me like that. So I pushed harder and harder and Sabrina held her breath, but pressed against it until I felt the tip of the bottle slide inside her. I started fucking her with it slowly and rub her clit along with it and she started moaning louder and louder. I remember being surprised, as I thought having a bottle in her ass would hurt more than it would feel good, but she was really getting into it. So I got harder and faster and fucked with the bottle into her asshole while I rubbed her clit. Then I bent down further and started licking her cunt while I continued to fuck her. It didn’t last long, because soon after that I felt her shake all over her body and scream suddenly, when a warm stream hit my mouth. She had an incredible orgasm and squirted the rest of her pee into my face. I didn’t know something like that was possible.
Sabrina collapsed moaning after that, the bottle still firmly in her anus. I pull it out slowly and sit back up, looking at her. She seemed satisfied. “Happy birthday,” I thought.
When we reached her apartment, I almost had to carry her to the door. Inside, she fell on her pink leather sofa and didn’t move a muscle. Normally I would’ve gone home then, but since the events in the car I wasn’t normal anymore. So I think, since we had already begun to let it all out, I might as well do so myself. I dim the light and take off my panties, before climbing on the sofa with Sabrina and spread my legs across her face. Unlike her I don’t shave “down there” – well, legs and so I do, but not the pussy – and my bush is poised right above her face.
I know she must’ve noticed, or at least smelled that I was there, but she’s not moving. So I grab her long black hair and pull her head closer to my pussy. She’s wimpering a little from pain, but doesn’t struggle. “Lick me,” I whisper and move her mouth to my labia. She starts moving her tongue a little along them and caress the clit, but doesn’t seem to be fully there anymore.
That’s when it got to me for the first time. “You little dirty sow,” I whisper. “You little pig pissed on me while I fucked your arsehole. You like that, yes? You like being dirty?” I pull her hair back and hiss at her. “Open your mouth, cunt sow.” Sabrina opens her eyees surprised and looks up at me, but actually opens her mouth.
I’m still surprised and excited myself when I think about what happened then. As I was typing this, I kept having to play with myself, but before I could continue here, I had to give it to myself first.
So Sabrina was opening her mouth, and as horny and wild as I had become I keep grinning at her sheepishly and suddenly can’t do it right anymore, but suddenly something like electricity ran through my body, and I just let it out. I feel it pressing out of me and close my eyes at first. Then I’m looking down, where a broad stream from my wet piss cunt hits Sabrina straight in the face. It just keeps running out of me and her face, her hair, the sofa, her dress, everything gets soaking wet. And really, she’s swallowing. The little pig swallows what I squirt into her face. It makes me so horny that I kept rubbing my clit like crazy and come almost instantly.
I pull her head into my crotch and press my cunt hard onto her face, so she’ll remember, who treated her like this, so she could soak in my smell, my taste and smear my juice all over her. She doesn’t seem to notice much of that anymore, and as I let go of her, she sinks down onto the sofa and starts snoring. Just fell asleep, wet as she is. I take my panties, leave the apartment quietly and drive home. Whatever was happening to me, I felt my life wouldn’t be as it was before.
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Posted on 01.16.15
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A story of a couple dressing up and roleplaying that I came across. “Lucy looked at the bed, the outfit laid out on it. Could she do this? Was it crossing a line? It was her turn but she still wasn’t sure. Finally she shook herself out of her reverie and picked up the skirt, getting dressed at last.
Dan waited downstairs, nervously awaiting her decision. He’d done what she asked, sleeping with her in the office, the whole time he’d spent on edge wondering if they’d get caught. It was exciting and it meant when she asked what he wanted in return he had a chance to suggest this. Would she think it was too weird? The door to the lounge opened and Lucy was standing there, wearing exactly what he’d asked.
“Wow!” he said, staring hungrily at her.
“I think you mean get to class!” she replied, with a nervous giggle.
Lucy had pulled on her old college uniform, grey skirt, white shirt, blue blazer, white socks. She stood looking at herself in the mirror for a moment before picking up the pint of water he’d left for her. She drank it quickly, wondering once more if this was a good idea. She could hear him downstairs, flicking through the TV channels and walked slowly down the stairs.
In the doorway, Lucy pressed her knees together, wiggling her legs slightly. “I need the toilet first sir. Can I go?”
Dan stood up, a smile forming on his face just as he felt his cock stiffening in his trousers. “No time for that. Take a seat Lucy.”
Lucy sat down at the computer desk in the corner, swivelling the chair round to face her husband. “I really need to go sir. Please, I’ll only be a minute.” As she spoke she let her legs open and close, flashing her white panties for just a second each time.
“Get on with your work Lucy.”
Lucy turned back to face the desk. Despite her desire to pee she felt herself getting more and more turned on. Without glancing behind her to see what Dan was doing, she slowly moved her hand up her skirt, gently stroking her clit through her panties.
“Are you cheating?” Dan snapped, making her jump as he had quietly come to stand behind her. “Turn and face me now!”
His heart was racing as he was finally getting to live out the fantasy he’d dreamt about for such a long time. “What are you doing?”
“I was touching myself sir.”
“Well don’t let me stop you.”
Lucy pretended to look shocked. “But sir, surely that’s not allowed.”
Dan smiled. “Just do it.”
Lucy lifted her bottom off the seat and peeled down her panties, trying to ignore the ever growing desperation. With one hand she pulled the lips of her pussy apart as with the other one she began to gently stroke up and down, gathering up wetness and rubbing it into her clit. Dan stared at her as she leaned back in the chair, closing her eyes as she concentrated on the sensations spreading round her body.
Dan began to undress. “That’s very good Lucy,” he said as he lowered his zipper and pulled out his now rigid cock. He held it in his hand as he moved forward, stroking it gently as he watched her. With some effort he pointed it down towards her, whispering to himself. “Come on, come on.”
With a sigh he began to pee, it splashed over Lucy’s white shirt, making it stick to her skin. She opened her eyes in shock, not expecting this.
“What the hell?” she snapped.
Dan couldn’t stop now, he had to finish. After a few more seconds, the urine stopped flowed and he stood proudly looking at her.
“Sir, what did you just do?”
“Enough,” he replied. “I’ve got to have you.”
He grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him. The two kissed as Lucy pushed Dan’s arms down to his sides, holding them in place.
“We shouldn’t be doing this sir,” she whispered as she allowed his cock to rub between the cheeks of her bottom. She lifted herself slightly and guided it up her pussy, sinking onto it and moaning loudly. Dan pressed against her stomach with his hands, feeling the wetness of her shirt as she rode him gently.
“I’m going to pee,” she said. “Are you ready sir?”
There was a pause as she stared still, raised up so just the tip of his cock was inside her and then she let go of her bladder. A gush of piss splashed out, running over his cock, soaking his balls, his thighs, his stomach.
As she peed she began to slowly ride him again, letting his cock move in and out of her even as his hand began to toy with her clit, hot pee trickling over his fingers. It was all too much for Lucy and with a quiet gasp, she came. Her orgasm made her pussy tense up and she stared into Dan’s eyes as the contractions gripped his cock inside her. She froze for a few moments before beginning to lift her hips again, faster now, wanting his cum inside her.
Dan began thrusting his hips, knowing he was close. He grabbed Lucy’s bottom with both hands and gently toyed with her anus, brushing his finger round her hole as he rammed himself up her one last time. With a cry of satisfaction he came, spunk shooting up and filling her pussy.
Lucy jumped off him then, moving to suck the last of the cum from the end of his cock, licking his shaft and tasting her own wetness and her pee along its length. She stood up then and looked down at him.
“That was very naughty sir,” she said, pulling on her panties.
Dan looked up at her. “I can’t believe you peed on me. I love you so much. Thank you.”
Lucy lowered herself onto his chest and leaned down to kiss him. “Quite all right sir, but I may need some more lessons in learning to control my bladder if you’d like to teach me.”"
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Posted on 12.22.14
For those that have been asking here is a lesbian pissing story I came across
Ellen walked into the bathroom and knew immediately she was running late because all the other girls were almost ready and a queue for the showers had already built up. She did not relish the idea of standing out in the cold waiting for one of the cubicles to become free. She silently thanked herself for wearing her dressing gown today, normally she didn’t bother as she was rather lazy and would get out of bed and walk strait to the bathroom in the nude. Since they all lived and went to school together, shared rooms and small spaces for so long all the girls of the house had gotten comfortable with each other and there was no problem with nudity but today she had put something on because she’s had another one of her dreams.
From time to time Ellen would have vivid dreams of all her dirtiest fantasies and all though she loved having them they posed the delicate problem of waking up in a room shared with 5 other girls with a sopping wet pussy and a burning desire to fill it with anything from her own fingers to her electric toothbrush. So to avoid awkwardness she had thrown on her gown to cover her puffy red excited lips and the beads of her girls cum which were now rolling down her legs. She desperately needed a wank, and to get out of this cold, how long did people take to shower.
Spotting Frankie’s towel hanging out side one of the showers she skipped the small queue pulled back the curtain and stepped in. This was quite common during busy times of the day like mornings when people couldn’t be bothered to wait for their own cubicle. Inside Frankie was stood facing the back wall engrossed in rubbing shampoo into her hair and so didn’t notice Ellen’s quite entrance. Ellen took a the opportunity to have a good look, starting with her legs her eyes traced a line up her long olive skinned legs to her small tight ass. Lingering here she thought to herself how beautiful the creature before her was and all the things she would to that ass if she was allowed. Just then the water slowed to a few drips then stopped all together, in an effort to save water the school’s showers were operated by a button which, when pushed, would give you a few minutes of water before needing to be pushed again. Still focused on her long locks of curly hair Frankie seemed to be quite content to leave the water off for now.
Ellen didn’t mind this either but as she continued checking out Frankie’s adorable backside something strange caught her eye. Along with the rest of the drips that were meandering down Frankie’s body there was a more powerful stream running down the inside of her right leg. Ellen felt a tingle in her pussy as she realised what was happening, the slightly salty smell, the golden pool forming at the drain, she was watching her best friend pee herself.
She could have watched stayed and watch for hours but she was so close, she felt like watching was a waste of this glorious opportunity. Reaching out she gave Frankie a friendly pinch on her butt to announce her presence making sure her index and middle finger went into the golden stream coming from her pussy allowing the warm liquid to coat her finger tips and run down into the palm of her hand.
Surprised Frankie spun round quickly to see who had caught her relieving herself. She could never be bothered to go to the toilet in the morning and quite enjoyed the feeling of warmth flowing down her leg. What she really liked about it was how dirty it made her feel but she felt embarrassed about this and made sure no one found out about her little ‘accidents’. She was now standing face to face with Ellen but was finding it difficult to stop mid flow. In a desperate attempt she clamped her hand down on her pussy to try and block the stream but inevitably it just spurted out of the gaps between her fingers. Eventually the flow died down and Frankie removed her now soaking hand from between her legs. Ellen lifted her eyes up to meet Frankie’s, a panicked expression had spread across her face.
The taste was incredible, the taste of her own excitement that she had come to know and love mixed with the more exotic tanginess of Frankie’s contribution. As she did this she realised what she was doing, as she and Frankie shared a room together they had obviously seen each other masturbating countless times before, they had even had little experiments with each other’s bodies but now here she was legs spread in the shower, performing for her friend while sucking her piss of her cum soaked finger. She was a very dirty girl. And she was loving it.
“Eww, that finger is still covered in my wee, who are you and what have you done with my goodie two shoes of a roommate”
“Oh yeah you like this” she said breathily “you like watching your friend’s ass in your face, like watching her shove her fingers into her tight hole, you getting off on this you slut”
She reach out and hit the button for more water, but was met with only a metallic squeak and few drops. Both girls look at each other in horror, finally notice the silence that had surrounded them. Now they were really late and the water for the showers had already been turned off.
“Now you still need to go for your morning pee and I need that to wash my hair” Ellen’s stomach flipped as she realised what her friend was asking, this was a dream come true, she had imagined this a million times over late at night in her bed with her fingers inside her, but now she was scared Frankie would find out about her fetish.
A golden stream leapt from Ellen’s urethra hitting Frankie square in the forehead. Frankie who was not anticipating the power or pace of the gushing torrent yelped slightly and closed her eyes but managed not to flinch or move backwards. Adjusting her pelvis, Ellen managed to redirect the stream moving it up Frankie’s forehead and onto her curly mass of hair. The hair darkened as the golden liquid flowed around it and soaked into it, trickles still coming over Frankie’s forehead and forming thin rivulets which arced down her face, over her eyelid, round her nostril and over her deep red smirking mouth a bright pink tongue occasionally darting out to taste the precious liquid. Looking down Ellen saw the last of the white lather mixing with her piss and flowing down Frankie’s back, knowing her job was done she shifted her hips again, it was time to have some fun.
“lie down on your back” Ellen commanded. Frankie was quick to comply, swiftly lying down in the newly formed puddle whilst never letting her head come out of the warm stream.
Seeing this Ellen stood up again and one foot either side of her body walk down towards Frankie’s legs. As she walked the stream splattered over her chin, down her neck onto her pert round C cups, the liquid running of these stunning hills flowing down through the gap between the twin peaks and washing out on Frankie’s tight flat stomach which in turn got hit by the seemingly never ending stream. Happy that Frankie was suitably drenched in her piss she squatted again, this time over Frankie’s erect clit. In a last final push Ellen tensed her whole body and the was rewarded with a waterfall of piss raining down on Frankie’s clit, some splashing up and onto her own pussy with the impact the rest running between the fold of Frankie’s pussy. This was to much for Frankie who had been in ecstasy since the first drop, a wave of pleasure spread from her soaking clit raced up her body and reaching her head came racing back down meeting another oncoming wave. The collision made every hair on Frankie’s body stand on end, and closing her eyes she let out a bestial roar of delight. Hearing this Ellen turned to see Frankie, her hand racing down to work her desperate clit but before it even got there she saw her naked best friend, lying in a puddle of her piss utterly drenched in it from head to foot, eyes rolling back in ecstasy and she too closed her eyes and collapsed in a fit of pleasure.
After a few second of recovery and heavy breathing both girls clumsily started to stand up and walk out. Frankie bent over to pick up her products and seeing her perfect ass in her face, Ellen couldn’t resist winding back her arms and smacking it with all her force leaving a large red handprint across the left cheek. “Owww, what was that for” Frankie said instantly standing up and staring her in the face. “For being a good little slut” and they both burst into a fit of giggles.
Filed under: Piss Stories
Posted on 07.24.14
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A pissing story that I came across
Sophie snuggled further into the duvet. Next to her Emma was cradling a mug of hot chocolate as if it was a newborn child. They could hear Paul snoring upstairs. This wasn’t quite the raucous recreation of a childhood sleepover they’d planned.
Sophie had suggested it the week before. A chance to have a giggle and pretend to be young again. Wear their old nighties, gossip about the people they fancied, watch bad movies. It meant Emma’s partner being booted out of the way of course but that wasn’t the end of the world.
Emma had finished work and come home quite excited. She’d sent Paul upstairs, promising him a reward if he left them to it for the night, like a well trained dog he did as he was told. She’d opened a bottle of wine, filled a bowl with the sweets from their childhood, sherbet, dolly mixture, cola bottles, that kind of thing. Finally she dug out the nightie she’d last worn a fair few years before. It was shimmery, with some kind of sewn in sparkly glitter of the type she’d thought so cool as a teenager. She’d grown taller since then though as when she put it on it barely skimmed her bottom. When she thought about it she wasn’t sure it had covered much more when she last wore it.
Emma had agreed after their last sleepover before college that they’d keep their nighties locked away until the next sleepover. Neither of them knew it would be such a long time, nearly ten years later. But better late than never she supposed.
Emma decided against wearing underwear, maybe she’d flash Sophie, just for a laugh. A spark inside her of a distant memory almost came to the surface but it disappeared when the doorbell rang.
They exchanged hugs and Sophie came inside, wearing a long dressing gown. “I got a few looks driving over here,” she laughed as they made their way through to the living room.
The sofa bed had been pulled out and piled high with cushions and blankets. Emma popped the wine cork and they settled in to watch the first of several incredibly cheesy films. As the second bottle dropped empty onto the carpet Sophie sighed happily. She was enjoying herself. This was exactly like the old days.
“Let’s play the game we used to play,” Emma suggested.
“See which of us can go the longest without going to the bathroom.”
“That’s not fair. You always won that, and anyway I need to go now.”
“Me too, that should make it more even. I’m going to make a hot chocolate. To keep it fair I think you should have one too.”
She stood up and Sophie was able to take a long look at her friend’s legs. She raised her eyebrows when she realised Emma was wearing nothing under her nightie. She was all for recreating their youth but didn’t she have any shame? Although she couldn’t talk really, under her dressing gown she was naked, still nervous about revealing this in case Emma didn’t feel the same as she did about the two of them, the years in between yearning for her friend, never knowing if she remembered the drunken things they did together as teenagers.
Sophie sipped her hot chocolate, feeling the aching in her tummy grow stronger. She wouldn’t last much longer before she’d have to go pee. Emma sat beside her staring at the TV, wriggling in her seat.
By the time the credits rolled Sophie felt enormous, her tummy bloated and her legs clamped together, she knew she had to go.
Standing up, she looked at Emma who seemed just as uncomfortable. “You win,” she began. “I have to pee.”
“Can’t you last any longer?” Emma sounded smug, as if she’d known things would turn out this way.
“Don’t sound so pleased with yourself. I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Sorry, I meant to say, the toilet’s being fixed. I’ve been going outside.”
Sophie was shocked. “What? I’m not weeing in your garden. What if the neighbours see?”
“Fine, you’ll have to wet yourself then.”
“Don’t tempt me, I’ll do it on your carpet.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
Sophie tugged at her dressing gown cord, it fell away to reveal her nudity. Emma gawped at her friend, her huge breasts, the nipples erect in the sudden cold, her slightly bulging tummy, the tiny strip of pubic hair and her long slender legs. She hadn’t seen her naked in years and here she was standing there with no shame at all.
Sophie squatted down on the carpet, daring Emma to stop her. Emma just watched, calling her bluff, knowing she’d never go through with this. Her eyes opened wider as Sophie actually began pissing on her floor. She couldn’t believe it.
“That feels so much better,” Sophie sighed, feeling the relief immediately as strong smelling piss gushed from her down into the thick carpet at her feet. She could feel the warmth on her toes and splashing her thighs as it poured from her. Emma was gobsmacked but at the same time it was making her all the more desperate to go.
“You filthy bitch,” she laughed. “This’ll teach you.”
She walked over to where Sophie was crouching down and lifted her nightie, pointing her shaved pussy straight at Emma’s face.
“What are you do…?” Sophie began but stopped as a jet of piss flew from Emma and hit her straight in the mouth. She gagged at the heat of it but swallowed involuntarily, feeling the spark inside her growing stronger. A steady flow splashed down her chin, trickling over her boobs and falling to the floor. For some reason she laughed, enjoying their stupid drunken moment together.
Sophie finished peeing first and leant forward, angling her face to catch the last spurts coming out of her friend. She swallowed hard and blinked the sting of urine out of her eyes. For a moment they looked at each other, then Sophie grabbed Emma’s hips and pulled her down to the floor. They lay together, oblivious to the squelching of the carpet under them as frantically they kissed, tongues probing each other’s mouths, hands sliding over each other’s bodies.
Sophie broke the kiss off first, laying Emma on her back and diving between her legs. With no warning she suddenly pushed two fingers straight up inside her friend, amazed at how wet she was already, wanting nothing but to make her friend come, memories of their friendship bubbling up inside her and suddenly completely in love.
Emma spread her legs wider, feeling a tongue on her clit and grinding her hips to help the movement, moaning loudly as she lay there, shocked at the suddenness of it all but feeling this was just right somehow. She looked up and was shocked to see Paul standing in the doorway, he must have heard her moaning. He was naked, holding his erect penis in his hand and slowly stroking it up and down.
Paul put a finger to his lips and tiptoed to behind Sophie, kneeling behind her, staring at her pert bottom sticking up into the air as, oblivious to his presence, she continued playing with Emma’s soaking wet pussy. Paul watched for a moment more, then unable to contain himself, he pushed his hard cock straight up Sophie’s pussy. She went rigid for a second, trying to work out what the hell was happening, then realised who it was and calmed down once more. He’d heard them then, lucky he didn’t seem to mind what could technically count as an affair.
Paul began to fuck Sophie, each thrust pushing his cock further inside her, feeling her tight moistness against the head of his cock with each shove of his hips. Sophie’s face was being banged back and forth into Emma’s pussy, harder and faster, making her groan loudly into Emma’s crotch.
Emma was too far gone to care about him staring at her as she felt her clit begin to tingle uncontrollably. She knew her orgasm wasn’t far away now and all she wanted was for it to take control of her body. Sophie seemed to know what was happening as she began to finger fuck her harder, gently biting her clit one last time before sucking it into her mouth.
Emma screamed. “You’re making me come, fucking hell, it feels so good…” She drifted off as the orgasm she’d yearned for took over, making her jerk and shake on the floor, her pussy twitching like made round Sophie’s fingers.
Paul nearly lost it at that point but slowed down just enough to keep from orgasming. He began to pick up speed when Sophie slid forwards suddenly, off the end of his cock. She turned and with a single swift movement, pushed him onto his back.
Paul lay back, wondering why the carpet was damp under his body. He was distracted by Sophie lowering herself onto his cock, letting him slide all the way up inside her in less than a second. She moaned and began riding him as Emma watched, her breathing still some way from returning to normal. She wanted to move, wanted to kiss Sophie, to thank her, to cuddle up to her, but instead she could only watch as Sophie rode her partner, her boobs bouncing wildly up and down as she fucked his cock, using him to bring herself to climax. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing it against her clit, masturbating herself to get there quicker.
Paul couldn’t hold it in any longer, he grabbed Sophie’s hips and ground her down onto him as he thrust his hips upwards, spunk shooting up into Sophie’s pussy, filling her up as his cock jerked spontaneously. He collapsed back, panting as Sophie continued to ride his still hard cock, chasing her own orgasm. At last she too screamed out loud, a climax stronger than any she’d felt before raced through her as she turned to glance at Emma, their eyes locking as she came.
The three of them lay still for some time, drifting off to sleep, naked on the carpet. Paul awoke first, sliding out from under Sophie and tiptoeing back to the bedroom.
Emma awoke next and climbed into the sofa bed, half coaxing, half dragging Sophie in alongside her. They fell asleep again, this time in each other’s arms, not waking until long after the sun had risen the next day.
Sophie was up first, wondering just what had happened the night before. She was naked, had she taken her nightie off? Why was she aching so much between the legs? Had she had a naughty dream? She glanced at Emma, still fast asleep beside her and wondered.
A minute later Emma stretched and yawning, blinking her eyes open and seeing Sophie staring back at her.
“Good morning,” she muttered, her mouth feeling dry and rough after the wine filled evening they’d had.
“Good morning,” Sophie relied, “though I’m not sure what happened last night. Can you remember any of it?”
Emma just smiled, then got up and walked away to the bathroom, Sophie staring at her naked bottom as she left the room, wondering if maybe her dream had happened after all.
Filed under: Piss Stories
Posted on 06.21.14
Its been a long time since we had a story so here we go..
It was almost noon and I was heading down to the soda machine in the basement to get a Diet Pepsi to go with the brown bag lunch my wife had packed for me. I work for a small not-for-profit in a mid-sized city and our office is staffed mainly with women, so I was enjoying the view of the many different shapes and sizes of my coworkers as I walked to the elevator.
It’s been summer for a few weeks now, but the weather has only recently started to realize that, and we were enjoying our third straight day of temperatures in the 90s. An added benefit of the weather turning nice was the increase in exposed skin around the office, as the shorter skirts and sleeveless tops have come out along with the sun. Waiting for the elevator I was peering out the window looking at the bright sun beating down on a cloudless day, and thanking the inventor of central air conditioning!
My daydream was interrupted by the sound of the elevator arriving. As I was stepping in to the empty car, I glanced back down the hall to see Stephanie coming toward me in a near jog.
“Here!” I called to her, “I’ll hold the elevator for you.”
“It’s okay, I’ll take the stairs,” she called back, “I’m only going down one floor.”
“You can’t,” I reminded her, “they’re painting the stairwell this week, remember?”
There was an odd look of panic on her face when she peered through the window in the stairwell door at the scaffolding and tarps, and then stepped into the small elevator car with me with a heavy sigh. I punched the “B” button, which was my destination, and then the “9″ button just as Stephanie was saying “nine please.”
She was staring at the elevator door intently, biting her lower lip, almost trying to will it to close faster. (The elevators in this old building are notoriously slow.) Meanwhile, I was taking the opportunity to drink in her lovely form from head to toe.
I originally hired Stephanie about 5 years ago as a clerk in my department. During the interview process, I learned that she was very involved with her church, and was actually studying to be a deacon. While only 22 at the time, exactly half my age, she impressed me with her quiet, serious demeanor, and turned out to be an excellent worker.
Who am I kidding? I hired her because she was statuesque!
Stephanie is 5-foot, 10-inches tall, and in heels, is well over six foot. She played basketball and swam in high school, so she has a very athletic build, with broad shoulders, a modest chest, and long, well-defined legs. She has long, sandy-brown hair that she always wears pulled back tightly or in a bun. And the sparkle in her hazel eyes belies her stoic, pious demeanor.
“OH, COME ON ALREADY!”
Again, I was snapped out of another daydream, this time by Stephanie’s words, which were directed at the elevator as the door slowly closed. Normally a very patient person, I was surprised at her exasperation, and noticed she was bouncing back and forth on her feet. The elevator began its slow decent, and Stephanie turned to me with a sheepish smile and a bit of a blush, obviously embarrassed at her impatience.
There was a loud noise as the elevator car stopped in a lurch, and then the lights went out. Stephanie and I both said “OH” at the same time, but she followed hers with “NO!” and mine was followed by “SHIT!” just as the emergency lighting in the elevator started to glow. She had an expression of fear on her face.
“Are you claustrophobic?” I asked, trying to put her at ease.
“Ummm, no, it’s not that,” she replied, trying to choose her words carefully, “it’s just that I was in a bit of a hurry…ummm…to get someplace.”
“Don’t worry” I tried to console her, “Don will have us out of here in a jiffy,” although the wishful tone in my voice may not have provided much comfort.
I looked across the small elevator car at Stephanie, who was still fidgeting, with her arms wrapped tightly across her chest. She was wearing a long sleeved lime green blouse, with only the top button undone, a pair of tan pants, and open-toe shoes with about a three inch heel.
I reached for the emergency phone and punched in Don’s number. After a brief conversation, which consisted mainly of me saying “uh-huh, uh-hun” a lot, I hung up.
Stephanie said “What’s going on?” with a pleading look in her eyes.
“Don said that the power is out all over the city, probably due to over consumption from all the air conditioning.”
“OH DEAR GOD!” came Stephanie’s reply, “How long until we’re out of her?” she asked.
“He said he has a call into the elevator company, but they’re swamped…probably an hour or two.”
“BUT I CAN’T WAIT THAT LONG!” Stephanie almost yelled.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Never mind,” she said, and let her back slide down the wall until she was sitting on the elevator floor, her knees bent up and pressed tightly together.
Stephanie didn’t have to explain what her hurry was. It was obvious that she was doing ‘the pee-pee dance’ which secretly excited me. She took out her little Daily Meditation book and started to leaf through it, so I took out my blackberry to check my emails, sneaking glances over at Stephanie as often as possible.
The elevator was only about 4-foot by 6-foot, and it started to get very warm in there, the small emergency fan no match for the blistering heat outside.
I watched as tiny beads of sweat built up on her forehead and temple, and then ran down the length of her long neck, disappearing under the collar of her blouse. As she was reading her book, she reached up to release two more buttons on her blouse, to try to keep cool. This allowed me to follow her sweat beads as they raced down over the tops of her breasts and in between the her cleavage, a view I’m sure he had no idea she was providing me as I stood on the other side of the elevator car.
“GOOD GOD NO!” she cried, as she dropped her book and instinctively pushed both hands into her crotch, burying her face between her knees.
“What’s wrong Steph?” I asked as I stepped closer to her.
She looked up at me like a school-girl, her eyes red with her tears, and softly said “I’ve got to pee really bad.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get out of her soon,” I offered, trying to sound convincing.
“But I’ve got to go NOW!” she said, opening her knees and moving her hands, showing me the small dark spot on the crotch of her pants where she obviously just had a small accident. “I was trying to get to the bathroom before I got on the elevator,” she continued to explain, “but the ones on our floor were all occupied. I just wanted to get to the 9th floor!”
She pushed her head back between her knees and started to sob.
The uncharacteristic vulnerability she was showing, coupled with my secret pee fetish, started a familiar stirring in my own trousers, and I decided to be bold.
“I can help if you want me to,” I offered.
“How?” she snapped back at me snidely, convinced that her only two options were to make a mess in her clothes, and/or make a mess on the elevator floor.
“Do you want my help or not?” I asked, knowing that her desperation was the reason for her sudden lack of decorum and respect.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t see how you can help me John,” she sheepishly replied. Her casual use of my name made my heart flutter.
“Can I trust you Stephanie?” I asked.
“Of course you can.” she automatically replied.
“Then I’m going to tell you something that not even my wife knows.” I continued.
She looked up at me with a confused yet interested look.
“I like to drink pee.”
“WHAT?” was her instictive reply.
“I like to drink pee.” I repeated, matter-of-factly. “A girlfriend in college turned me onto to what they call ‘water sports’, and if you pardon the pun, I developed quite a taste for it.”
I couldn’t believe that I was sharing my deepest darkest secret fetish with the most religious person in the building, and a member of my staff. From the look of astonishment on her face, I knew she couldn’t believe what she was hearing either.
“Wouldn’t that make you sick?” she asked, trying to wrap her brain around what I was saying.
“No, actually,” I continued, “what most people don’t know is that fresh urine is very sanitary, as long as the person does not have a disease.”
“Why are you telling me all this?” she replied, still not putting two and two together.
I just looked deep into her eyes without responding. And then it dawned on her.
“ARE YOU OFFERING TO DRINK MY PEE?” she shrieked.
I just smiled.
“REALLY?” she asked, still stunned by the revelation of what I was proposing, “Oh John, I don’t know…” she trailed off.
“I won’t tell if you won’t tell!” I quipped with a wink, trying to break the tension, which it did.
She giggled, then gasped, as the stain on her crotch grew slightly, the laugh letting out another involuntary burst in her pants.
“HOW?” is all she said, averting her eyes down to the floor, resigned to the fact that my offer was the only thing that was going to save her a lifetime sentence on the office rumor mill should she be found by our rescuers in a large puddle of piss.
My cock was hard as a rock knowing that she had just agreed to use me as her personal toilet. Thankfully she was so wrapped up in her shame that she didn’t notice the large tent in the front of my trousers.
“I’ll lie on my back and you just kneel over me.” I replied, trying to make it sound as simple and non-sexual as possible. “You will have to remove your pants however to be sure you don’t soil them any more than they already are.”
“And you promise you won’t tell a soul about this?” she asked, now completely bought into the plan.
“Of course not Steph,” I replied, offering my hand to her to stand back up “you think I want everyone to know what I just told you?”
She stood up, letting out another tell-tale gasp, indicating she had to move quickly. Her modesty long gone, I watched as she unbuckled her pants and carefully stepped out of them, trying not to release any more pee in her clothing. She carefully folded them and bent over to lay them in the corner of the elevator.
I watched as the thin material of her simple white cotton panties pulled into the cleft of her well-toned ass when she bent over, the pale yellow stain on the crotch visible between her legs. She stood and placed her thumbs in the waste band of her panties, about to take them off, and then froze.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She started to turn about 7 different shades of red, as she was trying to figure out how to respond.
“Ummmm….I guess I have my own little college secret too,” she said, in almost a whisper, as she slowly peeled her damp panties down her long, long legs.
As she stepped out of her panties, I couldn’t help but stare at the wispy light brown hair that covered her mound, and then I noticed the small images on the insides of each of her thighs, right below her crotch. She brought her hands down to cover her pussy, in an attempt to salvage her last shred of dignity, as well as hold back the pending flood, but her hands couldn’t cover the little tattoos, one of an angle, and one of a devil, that bordered the entrance to her womanhood.
Her eyes still glued to the floor, she continued, “My freshman year I got into a lot of trouble,” she admitted in a steady, measured tone, “it was my first time away from home, and I allowed myself to succumb to the pleasures of the flesh.”
My cock grew even harder, knowing that there was a closet slut bottle up under all that repression. As she was telling her story, like it was some bad dream, I removed my shirt and tie, and got into position on the floor.
“That’s when I knew I had to devote myself to the Lord, who saved me from my wicked ways,” her admission continued, the memories however not being totally unpleasant, as I now saw her nipples starting to poke through the thin material of her blouse. She stepped over me, and I was looking up at her like she was an Amazon warrior princess.
“These are a reminder of the depths to which I sank during that time,” she explained, allowing her hands to drop to her sides, exposing her tattoos like she was entering evidence in a courtroom. What my eyes also noticed was how inflamed her labia were, as her pussy lips hung down lewdly between her legs, her engorged clit clearly visible.
She knelt down over me, a knee by each of my ears, her pussy about a foot from my mouth, lowering it slowly as she continued her story, almost in a trance. I could smell the delicious combination of Ivory soap and fresh piss coming from her crotch.
“One Friday night I went out with a couple guys from one of my classes. We were drinking and partying pretty hard at one of the downtown dance clubs. I don’t remember many more details of that weekend, just waking up in their fraternity house on Sunday, in a king sized bed with them and two of their frat brothers, all of us naked, and these new tattoos on my thighs.”
Her pussy now resting on my open mouth, her story seemed to distract her from her need for urgent release. I laid there patiently waiting for her to start her stream.
Then I felt it, ever so slightly, she started to rock her hips, rubbing her clit on the roughness of the 5 o’clock shadow starting on my upper lip. Her story, and our current situation, seemed to have transported her back in time, releasing her inner slut.
I looked up at her through her sparse pubic hair and noticed she had her eyes closed and was rubbing her breasts through her shirt, squeezing and pinching her nipples. I took this as an invitation and pushed my tongue in between her meaty labia and deep within her cunt.
“Ahhhhhhhhh” came the moan from above, as she increased the movements of her hips to get my probing tongue to hit just the right places. I brought my hands up to caress the firm globes of her naked ass as I reveled in the pungent taste of her sex. Looking up again, I saw that she had pulled off her shirt was removing her bra.
My hands followed her smooth skin from her glorious ass, up her sides, until I found her firm breasts. Another loud moan came from above as I took over pinching her rock hard nipples while my tongue started an assault on her clit. Shifting her weight a little, she reached behind her and started rubbing my cock through my pants, lost in the pleasures my hands and tongue were providing.
Her moans were getting louder and her breathing more rapid, as she leaned forward and grabbed my head with both hands, pulling my face deeply into her crotch as she started to shudder in orgasm. My mouth filled with the flavor of sweet girl cum as I struggled to breath through my nose with her full weight pushing her pussy onto my mouth.
And then the flood started.
My mouth immediately filled with the hot salty brine of her piss, and I started to swallow rapidly to try to keep up with the flow. Her piss started to leak from the corners of my mouth, down my face and neck, so I gently slapped her ass to bring her back to reality and try to keep her from drowning me. She looked down at me with a smile, and pinched off her flow just a bit to allow me to catch up with the volume.
“You ARE enjoying this, aren’t you, you wicked man?” she said as her hazel eyes stared into my soul.
“More than you can imagine, Steph,” was my beaming reply.
With that she knelt up off my face and started working herself further down my body, rubbing her dripping cunt over my bare chest, resting it directly over my throbbing member trapped in my navy blue suit pants.
Leaning down, she placed her face close to mine, but quickly pulled back when I went to kiss her. Stretching forward, she repeated this tease, letting each nipple fall almost to within the grasp of my lips, pulling them away before I could get a taste. Giggling down at me, she seemed to be really enjoying this dominant position.
Timing it just right, I watched intently as her left nipple came back into range, and proudly caught it between my front teeth just as she was pulling away. Simultaneously, she let out a yelp, along with a short blast of piss, which leaked through the material of my suit pants, dousing my cock.
“MMMmmmmmmm” I hummed over her nipple as the warmth of her hot piss soaked into my pants and around my balls.
“You want more, sinner?” she asked with a wicked smile, then released her bladder again, an obvious sign that her question was rhetorical. Sucking on her nipple I grabbed her ass and started humping up into her spraying pussy as she drenched me from the waist down in her hot piss.
We continued to grind together as I alternated my sucking between her breasts and squeezed her firm ass, until her piss stream subsided. After a few more minutes of grinding, I pulled her close and blew a huge load of cum into my piss soaked pants. She continued to rub her clit on my cock through my pants, milking every last drop of cum out of me, until she shudder again in her second orgasm.
She then stood up without a word, returned to her pile of clothes and starting getting dressed.
Standing up, I looked down at myself, looking as though I just lost a fight with a fire hose…which I did. Putting my shirt back on, I felt the elevator car lurch again, the main lighting flashed back on, and we restarted our descent.
As the car slowed to a stop at the 9th floor, Stephanie leaned in close, gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered “Thank you, your secret is safe with me,” as she shoved something into my pants pocket.
The elevator door slowly slid open, and we were greeted by the elevator technicians and half the staff of our office, who all started to laugh, staring at my piss soaked crotch.
“Looks like someone couldn’t make it to the bathroom!” Stephanie said with a smirk and a twinkle in her eyes, as she stepped off the elevator looking as conservatively clean and pressed as she did when she stepped on.
Standing there dumbfounded, I reached into my pocket and felt a ball of damp material and broke into a huge smile as I exited the elevator after her.
My reward for assistance above and beyond the call of duty were those plain white piss soaked panties of hers.
My day just kept getting wetter….I mean better!
Filed under: Piss Stories
Posted on 04.06.14
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