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  1. Rick Dixon

    The Line of Desperate Women Teachers

    I plan to. I don’t know but I love school teacher desperation
  2. Rick Dixon

    The Line of Desperate Women Teachers

    CHAPTER 3 "Ohhhh!" Mrs. Clemens moaned. She had sat in that class for half and hour after having been so close to the toilet. She hands on the clocked ticked by so slowly. She pushed her hands into her crotch, feeling pulses making it hard to sit still. Sweat fell from the back of her neck as she frowned as she only became more uncomfortable. Not far away Ms. Lee had her legs crossed tight. She told her kids to just read chapters that she neglected to mention weren't even on topics they would ever discuss. Her foot shook with that sexy high heel on, the leg that dangled over the other. Tightened up against her crotch, she held her belly. Things were getting very desperate for the young teacher. She dialed Mr. Florda on the phone to ask if he could come watch her class for a little while she went to the bathroom. "I really have to go, and didn't get a chance during the break. Do you think you could come up here? I'll thank you later." She said in a flirt-like tone. "Be there in a few," he said. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into tens of minutes and soon the hour passed and Mr. Florda never showed up. She called again before the bell rung and he said, "Sorry, got busy with something." Ms. Lee bounced up and down in agony in her seat as the constant pulses of pressure in her bladder started to become painful, literally! She hurried over to the restroom. Mrs. Michaud's loud heels clapped on the ground as she tried to speed by Ms. Lee. One toilet, only one could go. They ran by Mrs. Clemen's room as she locked-up. "Oh no," she thought, seeing the two blonde teachers as they dashed for her relief as well. Mrs. Clemens hurried along, keeping her legs squeezed tight. All Three teachers reached the bathroom door at the same time and tried to shove their keys in at the same time. "Me first!" and "No, me next!" they yelled. Each key stabbed at the other as the tried to budge in past the others. Each of the three, hot, female teacher very desperate for a pee indeed. A much needed pee indeed. Mrs. Clemens slapped their hands away. "I was next before!" "That's over, I'm older, me first!" Mrs. Michaud said. "Oh come on, come on!" cried Ms. Lee, in so much discomfort, pain and humiliation as students walked by and giggled at the fidgeting teachers. Ms. Lee had to step back and cross her legs as she felt herself on the verge of losing control. Mrs. Michaud had it. She was bigger and stronger. She pushed her whole body against Mrs. Clemens and got her out of the way. Quickly, Mrs. Michaud unlocked that door as her legs squeezed together, then apart,then together again, over and over together and apart as she unlocked the bathroom. "Eeeeee!" Michaud moaned. "Gotta go, gotta go!" She unlocked the bathroom, ran in and shut the door. "Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!" "No!" Mrs. Clemens said, as she knocked on the door and wrestled with the handle, unable to accept she lost. Alas, she had. She stood back with the dancing Ms. Lee who hopped foot-to-foot as she took off her black jacket. All she had on was a tight gray tank top that only became tighter as her sweat made her nipples erect from the hormonic rage and desperation as well. Mrs. Michaud pulled down her nylons and skirt, her long, tan legs crouched as she sat on the toilet, spread them apart, and let out a long, relaxing pee. "Oooooooooooooh yeeeeaaaahhhhh!" she said so calm. Relief came as her bladder and belly deflated and filled the toilet so full and so fast. The stream so powerful it could be be heard by Clemens and Lee who squirmed from the desperation and sweated from it as well. Things were getting serious for those two as pee kept coming out of Michaud. She smiled in grace as the stream finally died down, and flushed, washed her hands, and then DING! DING! DING! "Shit!" Clemens and Lee both freaked out, Lee more in tears. Time for class again. To be continued...
  3. Rick Dixon

    The Line of Desperate Women Teachers

    Hardware store will get done eventually when I feel into it. The funeral I’m working on. I’ll finish it when I want to
  4. Rick Dixon

    The Line of Desperate Women Teachers

    Chapter 2 Mrs. Clemens continued to lean against the wall, hands in pockets, annoyed and sad look on her face as like most women, she was forced to wait for a bathroom that never had enough toilets. Her arms tightened up against her side and she bounced for a few seconds to shake off the twitch in her bladder that kept popping up. They had all been waiting a few minutes. Mrs. Michaud's high heels clicked on the ground loudly as her foot tapped. She felt the pressure in her bladder in just a few minutes grow from a "ok, I gotta go!" moderate discomfort, to "ok, I need to go kind of bad now." Her long, muscular legs in those dark nylons squeezed together tight. Her dark pink panties pushed up against her crotch as she tipped her head back and forth to try and forget about it all. Ms. Lee, the youngest out of all these sexy teachers, had her arms wrapped around herself, lowered around her abdomen. On foot of her's stood on the tips of the toes as she waited impatiently at the end of the line for the bathroom. And sweet relief. "How long has it been?" Mrs. Clemens looked at her coworker and then her watch. "Mmm, about four minutes." Ms. Lee bounced. "Oh, come on. The bell is going to ring soon, and I'm not even gonna get to go." "It does suck," Clemens said, keeping her arms and legs tight together as hearing the possibility of having to wait another period would send her into desperation. She walked up to the door and knocked. "Ok, we have like three people out here. Are you almost done? The bell's going to ring soon, and then we have to rush back to class." Michaud and Lee looked so sad, knowing they were doomed to hold it another period. Just then, the bathroom door opened shortly after a flush, and as one teacher left, Clemens smiled and was about to walk in, seeing the beautiful toilet, and then DING! DING! DING! "Bitch!" Clemens said quietly to herself. She slammed the door shut as she saw students line outside her classroom door. She looked to the other two teachers, knowing this was going to be a long day. TO BE CONTINUED...
  5. Chapter 1 Mrs. Clemens ran into the school at the start of the day. She tossed her empty coffee into the garbage can. Having forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving home, and then guzzling down her coffee only worsened things. Her bladder felt hard and heavy, aching so bad she almost just wanted to pee her pants right there. She ran up to the bathroom, a one person’s room, there was one for ladies and one for men, and she shoved her key in and tried to turn, but no good. Sweating, shaking, she knocked on the door fast and with force. “Um, um, are you almost done in there?” asked the desperate thirty-year-old. “In a minute.” With her bag hanging over her arm, Mrs. Clemens kept her legs tight together as her feet paced back and forth. She saw a couple student walked by and giggled. Embarrassing. She pushed her hands up against her crotch and crossed her legs. She felt herself losing control, her eye widening, the pain so bad. The pee inside slowly moving through her crotch, trying to push the cracks of her crotch opened and flood her underwear and pants. “No, no, no, no!” she freaked out. She was about to knock again when the door opened, and Mrs. Clemens ran in, unbuttoning her pants, pulling them and her white panties down, and spreading her legs as she sat on that toilet. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” she said peacefully as her bladder deflated. A loud stream shot out of her, splashing the toilet water sending drops at her ass that were cold. The sweet relief as she sat down letting it all out, avoding a major accident. After a minute, she flushed, got her pants back up, washed her hands and went to her class to start the day. Mrs. Michaud was a tall woman. Amazon lady-like tall. Her long, muscular legs made her 40-year-old body still seem like early thirties, late twenties and a ten on the hottie scale. Her blonde hair was wrapped in a long ponytail, and she wore black nylons over her tall legs, with a dark red short skirt over it. Her torso was covered by a tight black sweater. It was only the beginning of May, and a good two months of school left. The sun blazed onto the high school making teachers and students like Michaud sweat. “Jesus,” she said, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She guzzled a large portion of her big water bottle and her throat expanded and gulped as it all went into her body. Across the hall Ms. Lee, who was getting married at the end of the school year. She was a thin, hot blonde in her mid-twenties. Her blonde hair lased over her shoulders as a tight gray top stretched over her boobs. Her black jacket was more for show than need, since it was so hot, she wish she had not worn it. Her tight black jeans showed off her sexy crotch and ass and cut off at the ankles where she wore brown heels. Her XL Ice Coffee from the donut shop this morning both perked her up and cooled her off. Mrs. Clemens, although her marriage seemed on the rocks lately, she remained optimistic. After all despite a tiny bit of chubby around the hips and legs, those tight blue jeans, white t-shirt with a black sweater tight over it showed off her classy, figure. Her short brown hair hung over her ears, and she wore brown shoes that had the back cut off which allowed people to see her white socks. She sat with her feet up on her desk, ankles crossed, and read aloud to her students from the poem they were reviewing. “And to the wind, comes the night, let the rivers flow and-,” just then, Mrs. Clemens was cut off by a slight tingling in her lower body. A familiar pressure. Not even close to bad. But a slight annoyance as she felt it push up again here and there. Perhaps she should not have had her morning coffee so fast and guzzled down that can of cola from the teacher’s break room vending machine. She whistled quietly to herself as a student read on. The first bell of the day rang, and classes ended. Everyone headed out. Mrs. Tuley, a physics teacher, had her class on the other side of the school today as most of the rooms on the other side of the school was being renovated. Construction left holes in the walls, power lines turned off, and the plumbing exposed. Some classrooms were still opened, but it was still a hassle for some. Mrs. Tuley dismissed her class, and thank the heavens the teacher’s lavatory was right next to the computer lab. She unlocked it with her designated key, and went in to do her business. Down the hall came Mrs. Clemens, her nice ass shaking back and forth. For thirty-years-old, she still looked pretty good. She stuck her key in the teacher’s lavatory door, tried to turn it, but it felt like it did not move. She grabbed the handle and tried turning it, but no good. She tried harder turning the key, but nothing. She knocked, and heard from the inside, “Occupied.” Mrs. Clemens sighed as she stood against the wall across from the bathroom. Her hands in her pockets, whistling quietly. The remaining of her morning coffee that had not made it out this morning since it had not reached her bladder yet, mixed with the digested cola. Such a hot day. She walked over to the drinking fountain and took a long sip. She saw Mrs. Michaud and Ms. Lee walking towards the bathroom so she hurried back so she could remain in front. Michaud was right behind her, Lee at the end, and each motioned their hips back and forth as they waited for the toilet…. To be continued…
  6. It’s ok. You’re still very nice. I just didn’t know if you were a moderator and mostly just keeping and eye on things
  7. Can I ask, why do you always say “damn....poor so and so....love story” every time. I appreciate the compliment but just a little odd it’s almost exact same words. I don’t mean to offend. Just wondering.
  8. I added a tiny bit more to the last chapter. Just a bit
  9. Chapter 3 "Ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhh!" Felicia squealed as her bladder pulsed as a guy nearby slurped on his ice coffe. The drips on the outside of the cup, seeing them made Felicia shake. "Oooooh!" Ashley said as she bounced and held her crotch. She shut her eyes praying for Liz to hurry up. She knocked, asked in a begging tone to hurry. Liz replied that she was trying,.but it was hard to go knowing people are right outside the door possibly listening. Jamie was last in line and had to go the worst. Her bladder felt like it was literally about to explode like an over inflated balloon. She was bent over with her legs crossed in an x-shape formation. The poor, cute brunette felt her heart beat so face she felt on the verge of a heart attack, sweating, shivering and couldn't breath. If she didn't pee soon, the next things needing a funeral were going to be her pants and her reputation. Oh the impending humiliation! Jamie walked to the front and started to bang on the door. "No cuts!" Said Avery. "I...I" Jamie mumbled her words, unable to focus and form complete sentences. "I REALLY have to go I'm...s-s-sorry I can't hold it anymore!" Jamie felt as if someone was pumping more and more into her expanding her out and the stretch on her muscles and skin hurt like hell. "Don't care" said Ashley. She pushed Jamie away just as Liz walked out of the bathroom. Jamie held onto Ashley's arm as she tumbled away and Avery ran in, shutting and locking the door. She made it. "Son of a...look what you did!" Ashley kicked her in the bladder and Jamie let a spurt out as the heel contacted with her belly. Like a bullet ripped through her causing her muscles to shatter. Jamie bounced foot to foot, her purple heels clapping on the floor. Crying. "Oh come oooooooooonnnnn!" Then she turned to the line and had a panic attack seeing Ashley in ththe front, Felicia behind her, then two more girls behind her. Jamie had to wait even longer now! to be continued.... sorry for for short chapter. Next will be longer
  10. Rick Dixon

    Request Thread

    That’s fine then. Sorry if I got upset. I just can’t stand kids being dragged into stuff like this where it’s a fetish’s site. Keep it adult and professional is all I meant.
  11. Rick Dixon

    Request Thread

    No teens! We do not write about kids or minors. All stories have adults in the scenarios having desperation. Not appropriate to use kids. I wrote on a while back about a guy named Pablo. Check it.
  12. I think the episode was “Sibling Rivalry “ and it started with Carl and Hoodsie dropping plants down the school toilets which once in the septic tank mutated and exploded out of the ground. NEXT we see Carl and Hoodsie in class being lectured by their teacher and she says, “our plumbing is ruined, you’ve clogged our toilets. And your poor classmates are suffering from extreme discomfort “ then shows that he rest of the class moaning painfully holding their bladders. I was a kid when that came out and it’s a cartoon. I got to say even though that time I then started to like omorashi, not knowing what it was, I felt bad for those cartoon kids. I mean could they really keep the school open when it has no toilets?
  13. CHAPTER 2 It had been just over five minutes since all the girls got in line. At least six more people walked by and got water. The streaming from the fountain making the five women uncomfortable. Their faces scrunched as they squirmed a little. Felicia blew her facial cheeks up with air as she took a breath, and her legs, with one foot still kicked back against the wall, squeezed together as she felt her need grow a little more. She also felt her tongue become very dry as she did not even get to drink much this morning because she ran so late. She filled up a plastic cup with water, bubbles blowing inside the blue gallon on top which each girl looked away from. In spite of her situation, Felicia drank a full cup of water. She filled it up again, and had another before crushing the cup in her hand. Jamie, who was at the end of the line, oh poor Jamie. She was bent over, hands in her crotch, turning red from the pressure and embarrassment as people walked by the area they were in, waiting for the bathroom. Her dress pants stretched tight across her butt, some tan skin showing between her pant’s waist top, and below the bottom of her purple shirt as it moved up when she bent over. A couple guys who walked by caught a glimpse as the struggling girl’s open shirt and her big breasts. Felicia knocked. “Um, excuse me?” She asked, both shy and annoyed. She knocked once more. “Hello? There’s a line out here.” “We all REALLY gotta go!” Avery said fast with her hands pushing into her sides she her abdomen felt bloated and only expanding more. Her forehead sweated, and foot tapped. She grinded her teeth moaning, “errrrrggggg!” Liz and Ashley had their arms wrapped around themselves as their legs remained tight together and their feet shuffled. The person the funeral had been for was a well-known person in the town. To leave before the end after everyone had said their last respects, and the priest gave the final speech, would be oh so rude. But wetting themselves in front of the whole town? That would be humiliation on an epic scale. “OooooOOOH!” Jamie screeched. Her bladder was pushing out of her belly and crotch. She could feel the pee boiling inside and knew she would wet her panties soon. Her legs crossed. “Oh, why aren’t they freaking answering?!?” “I don’t know,” Felicia said. She felt a little sweat on her forehead as the pressure in her bladder started to increase. It was still only moderate, but maybe those waters were not a good idea. Ashley placed her hands against her crotch and bounced a little. She really needed the toilet. She motioned knocking with her hands and said, “Can you ask them louder maybe?” She turned red, also feeling humiliated having to be reduced to this. Right before Felicia got to knock, her uncle grabbed her arm. “Felicia. I need you to help set up for something. Come on.” He pulled her along as the only word she got out was, “but-.” With Avery next in line, she walked right up to the door, crossed her legs, on foot on its toes, a hand on her pulsing belly. She knocked. “Um, excuse me, but it’s time to get out now I think. We all have to pee out here. Please.” She started to shake. Each girl felt a strong, uncomfortable pressure like little toothpicks on fire digging into their lower bellies. That instinct to let it out in a stream getting stronger. Jamie, bent over, hands in crotch, legs crossed, bouncing aggressively as someone got water from the fountain which made her sweat and turn red in anger. “Oooooooh! A, B, C, D, E, F G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, OOOOOO…” Jamie ran up to the door and knocked without stopping. “Ok, come on, come on, come on. I really gotta pee out here. Hurry up!” Her feet shuffled back and forth as she started to lose control. Felicia helped put the portrait back up that had fallen. It was heavy and was a two person job. However, as she lifted it, the weight put strain on her bladder that made her need to pee even worse. “Dohhh!” she whimpered. Her desperation now a hot, heavy pulse that put a physical and emotional pressure on her. “Is that it?” “Yes. Thank you sweetie.” Before she turned around she asked, “Hey, someone might be sick in the ladie’s bathroom. No one is answering when we knock.” “Oh I locked it. Sorry, but it was out of order. The plumbing to that toilet was messed up.” Felicia’s heart froze. “But, um, but, where are we supposed to go?!?” “Just use the men’s room,” her uncle said. Felicia rubbed her hands down her face in annoyance. She stomped over back to the girl who were all out of the line and pushed up against the door banging, dancing.” “Hey!” Felicia yelled, as they turned around. Jamie was bouncing uncontrollably in place. “I’m going to have a freaking accident!” Ashely held her crotch against her dress shifting her hips left to right as her feet shuffled. “I-I-I’m not gonna last much longer.” Felicia pointed with her thumb down the hall. “It’s out of order. The men’s room is still opened though.” The other four girls sprinted past her with Jamie in the lead, knocking poor Felicia over which only rocked her bladder even more. Jamie raced down the hall, her feet aching so bad in the high heels. She slowed down as she approached the bathroom, opened, toilet in few, she felt relief and smiled…then, the other girls pushed past her, making her spin around, and Liz got into the bathroom, shutting the door. Ashley was next to go, being pushed from the back by a squirming Avery who was about to explode, and just as Jamie started to walk sad to the end of the line, Felicia raced past her yelling, “Me first!” But was now behind the two other girls, stomping her foot in annoyance and desperation, waving her fist in the air. Jamie looked in disbelief as she felt her bladder expand her belly out in a major pulse, legs kept tight with her knees turning inwards as she squirmed. She was ready to cry, then felt a tiny SPURT escape. She turned red and grunted. Liz meanwhile on the inside pulled her nylons and skirt down, opened her legs, sat on the toilet and let it flow out. She dropped her jaw, letting out a sigh of relief. The loud peeing only made the girls outside the door who heard it jealous and more desperate. LINE: Ashley, Avery, Felicia, and Jamie. TO BE CONTINUED… **hope this is good enough and I should continue? I've gotten insults lately my stories were not very good anymore and I don't know things....**
  14. Is there a way to block users? Lol It would be a different story. I’ll messafe you
  15. ****let me know what you guys think and if you want me to continue in the comments.** CHAPTER 1 The funeral was for some old guy in the town that everyone knew. Even for those who didn’t, they recognized the face in the obituary and could remember the fella from town events over the years. Which is why his funeral was PACKED. A line of people dressed up in fancy clothes was outside the door, that lead inside, down a hallway (which created a crowd in front of the bathrooms) and into the room for people to pay their last respects to the man in the casket who laid dead with a smile on his face though. At least a hundred chairs were aligned in rows in front of the casket where people could sit for a while before they left. Ashely was a tall, tan school teacher with a swimsuit model body. Her long black hair graced over her shoulders, and along with her white heels she wore a dark, SHORT green dress. Her amazing legs from years of volleyball in high school and college made calfs no guy could look away from. As she paid her respects and gave grace to the family, she knew her family would stay a while so she sat down. It did not take long for a cute guy to sit next to her (hitting on someone at a funeral…what has it come to?) but as Ashley smiled, trying to enjoy the company, the three bottles of water she had during her workout were fighting to get out of her bladder. She crossed her delicious legs tight. Liz was a blonde girl and with her dark hair friend Avery. Both had their hair in ponytails, but wore different outfits. Liz had black nylons over her nice legs with meat on them with her gray mini skirt. She wore a purple sweater over it. Avery got more casual sort of when dressing up. She wore a blue dress shirt, black nylons that left her ankles and feet exposed (she wore dress shoes over them) and each girl held their hips and squirmed back and forth, as pressures in their bladders grew. Why did so many girls forget to pee before big events in which getting to a bathroom would be hard?!? Jamie had an athletic tan body as well, with long brown hair. Her black dress pants were tight with white lines for design over them, and wore purple heels that matched the purple top she wore with the top buttons opened. She waited for her friends to finish their respects. She asked, “Can we go now? I had to leave the office early, and didn’t get a chance to pee.” Her friend said, “Jamie you always have to pee. Cross your legs or something. We’re going to stay and talk to people. Next time drive yourself here.” Jamie, annoyed, stomped her heel on the floor making a clicking sound that aroused a couple guys (and one girl) nearby. Her tight, round butt had the pants ride up the crack just a little. She placed her hands against her crotch, and someone poured water from a fountain into their cup which made her desperation grow a tad bit. Just like all the other girls who were in their twenties, Felicia was as well, and very pretty. Short, skinny, but had some muscle, and wore dark colors. She had dark blonde hair that did not hand past her facial cheeks, black nylons on her legs, black boots, silver dress short that had short sleeves and went over the crotch, and a black jacket over it. Having sat for a while with her uncle who ran the funeral home and was working that day there, waking up and showing up late, Felicia barely had time for a shower let alone a pee. Felicia sat with her hands in her lap, and barely felt the urge to pee. She was mostly just bored and wanted to get up. So she said she was going to the bathroom. There was no work to do at the moment. When she got there, she grabbed the door handle, but it wouldn’t turn. She knocked, but heard nothing. She figured someone was just taking time. Damn place only had one bathroom for women, and another for men. Felicia leaned against the wall, hands in pockets, one leg stepped back against it, whistling as she waited. With the water fountain nearby, people poured water into their paper cups and the stream made her pressure increase a little as she felt a couple small, but sharp pulses in her bladder. “Can’t this chick hurry up?” she said to herself. Eventually, Avery and Liz lined up behind her, still moving their hips back and forth. Ashley showed up not long after (having told the guy she be right back) and Jamie, who probably had to pee worse than all of them, felt a pulse rage inside her bladder that was hot and sharp every other minute or so. She was annoyed four people were in front of her, tossing her arms in the air like, “Really?!?” She tapped her heel, arms folded across her chest, and the girls waited. LINE (front->back): Felicia, Avery, Liz, Ashley, and Jamie. (Felicia is in front, just to make sure 100% clear) TO BE CONTINUED….