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    12 months of desperate workers

    May: the defence lawyer Ian was glad it was Tuesday. Monday’s were overload day with new cases piling in by the dozen after drunken weekends and police referrals from drug addicts and people arrested for all sorts of offences. Wednesdays were his office days where he never knew what might happen but Tuesdays were his court days where he could do his stuff and put all his years of studying to good use. Ian lived for grey areas. He could find loopholes in laws quickly and he had a reputation for getting the even most guilty client off lightly. ‘Mitigating circumstances’ had become his middle name. He believed behaviour was communication and that people needed help not punishment. He also liked to make money and more of it. Ian knew the court like that back of his hand. He also knew many of the girls who arranged the court times like the back of his hand too. He knew parts of their body that others never saw and he used that to his advantage flirting and winking to make sure his court times always landed on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So far it seemed to work at a small cost of a little peck on the cheek or cheap chocolates now and again. No hardship as the girls were stunning, well two of them at least. Mabel was more rounded and plain but what she lacked in looks she made up it in efficiency. Ian knew how to work everyone and everything. People were a way to make money and not much more. Most just called him a charmer. Ian arrived early with his Costa coffee in hand and sat in his Audi watching commuters coming and going from the bus and train depot across the road while the odd person walked their dog and curtains began opening in nearby windows. It was only 8am but Ian had planned this to get time to run through his notes again and dictate a few things into his phone in peace. He wasn’t hungry so coffee was fine and by 8:30 his cup was empty and he noticed Vince arrive to open the busy city court. He waved at Ian and Ian used that as a signal to stop his reading and pack away his notes. It was time for work and his adrenaline was already pumping. Inside Ian headed upstairs to the barristers and professionals area. Nicknamed the lawyer’s laird’ Ian switched on the coffee machine and the router and his laptop and sat down in the comfortable lounge to log into the court system and see what order the cases were and who was against who professionally. More importantly he checked virtually into his office to pick up any last minute information. It wasn’t at all surprising to Ian to have a lot of additional new information that his opponent tried to raise at the last minute to throw his case. Today was no exception. As the emails arrived and he sipped his second coffee of the day more and more people started to arrive. Huddled voices, boiling kettle and rustling papers could just be heard over ringing phones, clicks of computer keys and loud hi’s. Ian zoned in and then quickly closed his computer as his phone rang to say his first client was downstairs. As he passed the gents he thought about going in and even paused. He needed to go but not desperately yet and this morning’s client was very volatile. He’d been impressed he even turned up if truth be told. He wanted him to remain on the premises and stay sober so he rushed downstairs to the general waiting room and was pleased to see the young lad had at least tried to look smart and even brought his harassed mum with him. He signaled to the lad to come into the corridor and asked how he was. He hoped he would be fine to wait so he could head back to the loos before they were due in court in 15 minutes. One minute with his client proved this would never happen as he tried to keep the lad stable and strong. Ten minutes later and Ian still hadn’t felt sure enough to be able to leave his client despite his mum being there. If anything the lad’s mum seemed to be making him more volatile not less! He was threatening to walk out, drink or even take drugs so Ian felt compelled to sit with him despite protests from his bladder. When the lad complained he was thirsty and said he was heading to the shop for ‘water’ Ian guided him instead to a vending machine and to keep the client at ease he bought him a bottle of water and one for himself too. Wearing a full suit in a warm court was sweltering. Both men drank around half their bottles before a buzz from the court room indicated it was their turn to be called. Ian was rarely nervous but the combination of a young, drug addicted, alcohol dependent client who clearly had committed the crime and the fact he really needed the toilet were not making him confident. He sat with his legs tightly crossed trying to keep the boy from doing a runner. If only his mother could watch him even for a few minutes but how unprofessional it would be for them to be called through with no defence lawyer because he had ran to the bathrooms and missed his crucial time to be in court. There was no way Ian could risk his career no matter how much he had to pee. He clenched tight and tried to focus on the case at hand. The call came and Ian took his young client’s hand and pulled him through to the intimidating and formal court. He had briefed his client on all the necessary protocol and thankfully the lad did exactly as taught, probably, Ian thought, through fear. Courts were very scary places even for trained lawyers. The judge outlined the charges against his client and his client acknowledged the charges without agreeing or admitting guilt. Ian breathed a sigh of relief but he certainly couldn’t relax as the case hadn’t even started, and besides if he relaxed too much he was sure he would pee himself. None of the witness statements shocked Ian in any way as he had read and reread them so many times. He had his questions ready but he was struggling to stay composed as he sat crossed legged with his knee bouncing. Everything seemed to be dragging in and he could not wait for this case to be over. He could not wait to get to a urinal. The judge wasn’t helping as he questioned the witnesses on some minor discrepancies. They were clearly nervous, as was Ian, as his bladder sent message after message begging him to find a bathroom. Finally it was Ian’s chance to stand and quiz the poor witnesses. Standing meant gravity working against him as all the coffee and water dropped inside his bladder and pushed against his sphincter for release. Ian tapped his foot subconsciously trying to keep his penis moving so it stopped it releasing. He was struggling to focus but thankfully his notes kept him from floundering too much. He asked the first witness a question, deliberately worded to try and confuse. They simply repeated what they had said before. Ian tried again but still the witness stayed strong. The prosecuting lawyer then had his say as he pleaded the case of his client outlining all of the physical, financial and emotional pain that Ian knew his client had committed. He wasn’t going to let his client plead guilty without outlining everything Ian had prepared though. He just wished the prosecutor would hurry up his speech as he was bursting for a piss now and struggling not to show it. Hidden slightly from the other party Ian couldn’t help but rub himself to try and halt the constant demands from his bladder for release. Everything within him was tense, when to make matters worse his client started crying and began blurting out ‘I did it. I did. I’m sorry.’ Ian knew this was his chance to get in quickly while the iron was hot. He’d actually wanted and planned all this to happen so he could outline how remorseful and sorrowful his client really was and how his awful neglect as a child had caused him to fall on hard times and in with the wrong crowd. How his client had a diagnosis of mental health problems that would be exasperated in prison and how a closely monitored community order would allow his client the time and space to get his life back together and get treatment for his mental health, which in the long term would actually make him less of a risk to society. The entire time Ian was outlining this he was struggling to stand still. He hated the fact his body was making him look so unprofessional but he knew if he stood perfectly still his bladder would win against him. Without a jury it all rested in the judges decision and as the judge outlined and summed up the case Ian sat squirming in his seat as his client squirmed in an entirely different way. Ian absolutely longed to get to the gents, his balls ached with urgency yet he could absolutely not leave court until the judge released them. He had plenty to say and Ian struggled to work out which way the case was heading. All he could think about was the fact he could feel his expensive boxers getting damper. He’d never wanted a court case to end so badly in his life. Finally the judge made his ruling and Ian held the end of his penis in anticipation. Would his client be released or would he be left to sort out a mess? His body was as tense as the case. Against all odds the judge ruled that while he accepted the remorse and guilt of Ian’s client he had to pass a sentence that reflected the gravity of the case in hand, yet he absolutely acknowledged that prison may in fact cause more harm than good especially if a shorter sentence was passed which would not allow the criminal time to receive the necessary treatment to prevent him reoffending. Ian was willing it to draw to a close as he pinched himself even tighter as a spurt leaked out. This was critical, both for him and his client. ‘I hereby sentence you to one year community sentence with the condition that you attend a centre for addiction, carry out 50 hours a week free services in your community each week and you are placed under a tag where you must not leave the house after 9pm for the next six months. Do you agree to abide by these conditions?’ Ian breathed a sigh of relief though he couldn’t relax for fear his bladder would burst. He nodded to his shocked client to agree and the hammer was dropped to signal court could be released. Ian shook his clients hand but then stood awkwardly as the client’s mum came up tearfully to shake his hand too. Ian desperately needed out of court and to a toilet more urgently than he could ever remember. Right now his client had done well but he couldn’t stay to congratulate him or explain what would happen and he was never so thankfully for court staff who came to escort his client away to complete necessary forms. He made polite excuses to his clients and pushed through the court as quickly as he could, not caring who he bumped into. With his bag in tow he raced up the old Victorian staircase and along the corridor towards the ‘lawyer’s laird’ and pushed his back against the door of the gents. Ian had never in his life been so delighted to see a free urinal as he dropped his bag, unzipped his suit trousers and pulled his pulsating member from his wet underwear. His penis head hardly saw the light of day before it exploded with warm foaming piss that shot out of Ian at speed. He stood with one arm resting on the tiled wall and his head held back as he sighed the biggest sigh of his life. ‘Fuck that was a close one mate!’
  2. Mbgpeelover

    Chronicling my Desperation and Wetting experiences

    Really enjoyed those and looking forward to hearing the rest. Thank you so much for posting.
  3. Mbgpeelover

    Overheard in the pharmacy

    On Friday afternoon I had to pick up a prescription from my local pharmacy. It was a busy in town pharmacy attached to a busy doctors surgery. There is pretty much always a wait to be served. There were a number of people in front of me all being served by the same lady who was in her mid twenties. She looked like she had been constantly busy for quite some time though she remained professional. As she was behind the counter I never noticed anything else much but when it came to my turn to be served and I said I was in to collect my son’s medicine she took his name and I watched as she went into a small off shoot area with fridges, a couple of computers and boxes of prescriptions that had been made and were waiting for collection. From where I was standing at the edge of the counter I could see that she was moving about loads and as she leaned on the counter her legs were kicking behind her. I was absolutely taken aback to then hear her say to a colleague that she was just ‘running upstairs for a minute as i’m bursting for the toilet.’ She then disappeared and returned a few minutes later with my son’s prescription and looked in the box it was stored in to give me it. I do wonder how long she must have been holding on in that busy pharmacy before she realised she couldn’t wait any longer?
  4. Mbgpeelover

    12 months of desperate workers

    April: the tour guide Amy was skint. Typical student skint with debts mounting that she’d need to earn mega money to pay off. Right now though she just wanted drinks with her friends, some new clothes, her phone to actually have money in it for a change and the ability to buy Kellogg’s cornflakes instead of Lidl’s own brand. But things were looking a bit brighter as she opened an email from the university computers and read that she had been successful in her recent job application. Studying history and a big fan of the city she had lived in all her life had clearly come in handy and she was excited to start as a seasonal tour guide on the cities double decker tour buses. Amy had handed over all her necessary paperwork and bank details and received her ID badges and spent the previous day shadowing a more experienced colleague for four hours as they completed the bus route twice over with a short break in between. She was taught so many trade secrets like where they kept books about the city hidden under a seat in case you had a mental block, where the first aid kit was (thankfully Amy already held a current first aid certificate having volunteered in the past with St Andrews ambulance) and best of all where the entire speech could be found should you forget everything you needed to say. There was even a mobile phone with internet should any customer ask one of those awkward questions. Amy was prepared and confident and excited to start. The first coach left at 9am and, as expected, was less than half full, mostly of obvious tourists from Japan and Australia who were foolishly dressed in shorts and cotton t-shirts despite the cooler British weather. The driver had been doing the tours for years and knew the route well. He had assured Amy he would keep her right should she need any help. Amy started her voice over eagerly pointing out places of interest from rivers, statues, Roman remains, Victoria buildings, and years places were build like hospitals and churches. She wasn’t sure how many were truly paying attention but she took it in her stride regardless. As they approached the first stop in a park in the city she confidently took the tea trolley down the aisle offering those downstairs teas and coffees and a complimentary small cake. Amy laughed to herself at the notion of anything being ‘complementary’ when people paid a chunk of money to come on the tour in the first place. She then went up the windy bus stairs and used the trolley upstairs to serve the tourists there too. Her voice was dry and as instructed by her colleague yesterday at training she poured herself a cuppa and asked the driver if he wanted one while the tourists took photos and stretched their legs in the park. Mick, today’s driver, was chatty and keen and took a cuppa willingly. He introduced himself and commented that he hadn’t worked with young Amy before. ‘It’s my first day. Well second really. First alone though.’ ‘Well, so far so good. You’ve got the right bubbly personality anyway and a great voice. I’d never have guessed you were a newbie.’ Amy took that as a compliment as she finished her tea and checked the time. ‘Should I get them back inside do you think?’ ‘Yeah that’s ideal. I’m due to leave in seven minutes. Gives you time to count that you have them all eh!’ Amy smiled and headed out to round up her passengers. It was easier than she expected even though it was obvious that many spoke little English. After a quick count and rounding up the rubbish they set off again and the tour continued. Before Amy knew it her first tour was over and she was back in the city centre. ‘Bye and thank you for travelling with official city tours today. We look forward to your return soon.’ Amy checked the bus, giving it a tidy up and clean as she went and refilling the kettle from the urn on board. The engine was off so the electricity was too but she plugged in the kettle ready for her next tour. She hadn’t heard Mick get off so she headed downstairs to check. ‘Do you just stay on for the next tour then Mick?’ ‘Yip that I do. I find fighting through the crowds with this uniform on is useless. Too many questions about times, tickets, and what not. I just grab a drink and whatever in here and then I’m all ready to go. I head in for lunch but not between runs like. Not worth it I say. Unless you want to buy something or you need a pee but I can tell you with the amount of drivers and tour guides now you’d be lucky to use a bathroom and get back on time these days. If you ask me there’s far too many of us tour buses now. Never used to be like that you know. Been driving these things nearly 15 years young lass.’ Amy loved how friendly and outgoing Mick was. She felt reassured by his experience. She made another cup of tea then put her disposable cup in the bin and opened the doors for her second tour. This one was much busier with families, tourists and new students. There was a buzz about the bus now which Amy really enjoyed. As before she continued her voice over and pointing out places of interest. Again they arrived at the park as before and again she took the tea trolley around both on the rear deck and the top deck. It was during this activity that a mum interrupted Amy and asked if she knew if the park had any facilities as her young son needed the toilet. Amy wasn’t sure so she asked Mick who shook his head and said how it always used to but cutbacks had meant the council had closed them a few years ago. The mum looked worried but Mick climbed out and took them to a secluded area where the young boy could discreetly relieve himself. Thinking about the boy made Amy realise she could actually use a visit to the ladies herself. She sat at the front of the bus opposite the driver drinking her third cup of tea that morning and decided when they returned to the city centre she would definitely find the ladies before the next tour. Mick returned and Amy smiled at him and asked how he had known about the private area for the boy. ‘I take it it’s not uncommon for people to ask even on an hours tour then? I mean I hadn’t even thought about it to tell you the truth. It’s not that long an hour is it?’ ‘That depends how bad you have to go lass. I’ll let you into a secret. I found that bit by myself once when I had tried going at the office but so many others were going too and there was no time before I had to leave again. I was bursting so when we stopped here I had to rush off and find somewhere before an accident happened. I can tell you if you see a driver leaving his bus here I bet that’ll be why. The office only has a couple of unisex loos and, as I said, there too many of us buses on the road now.’ Mick stopped chatting as he opened the bus doors and families boarded again. Amy went out to ensure everyone was back before signalling to Mick to drive off. All this talk of loos was making her a lot more aware of her bladder. Still it was only half an hour before they would be back. Amy crossed her legs as she continued to do her voice over and when she needed to stand she moved slightly from foot to foot. Working helped distract her. By the time they were approaching the city again Amy’s need had increased. She had last went when she woke at 7am and it was now almost 11:15 and she’d had breakfast and three disposable cups of tea since then. Her knee was bouncing as she finished her talk and they pulled into the bus stop in the centre of town. As Mick opened the door Amy did her final speech: ‘Bye and thank you for travelling with official city tours today. We look forward to your return soon.’ The final passenger left as Amy tried to remain composed and professional. Mick didn’t appear to be leaving the bus but Amy knew she really needed to. After the final passenger had left Mick closed the door to avoid anyone boarding. Amy rushed down both aisles of the bus picking up any litter and generally tidying though her legs kept moving and her mind was very much focussed on getting to the toilet. She headed down the spiral stairs and up to the front where Mick was eating a sandwich and had a can of juice open. ‘Hey Mick I’m just going to nip into the office quick before the next run. I’ll be right back’ With his mouth full Mick opened the door reminding Amy they left again in ten minutes. She had to welcome everyone on board before that. Amy pushed through the crowd ignoring the questions being thrown at her with a quick but polite dismissal: ‘I’ll be back in a few minutes to answer your questions. Thanks for booking with official city tours.’ Inside the office Amy did a quick scan for the bathrooms but just as Mick had indicated there only seemed to be two unisex toilets and there was a queue for both. Amy but her lip and headed to the one on her right. She didn’t have time for a queue really but she was bursting and the thought of another hours tour without relief was a disaster. She waited as patiently as she could with her legs crossed and her foot tapping. She couldn’t help but sigh at how slowly the queue was moving. Five minutes past and Amy was panicking. There were still two others in front of her but she really had to get back to her tour. She sighed but abandoned her wait and returned to her bus still as full and now annoyed and stressed too. Mick had opened the doors already and the bus was looking incredibly full, just like her bladder. Amy was stressed and annoyed but tried not to show it. She resumed her position at the front and started her welcome speech. Mick smiled at her but Amy just bit down on her lip. Standing was so difficult and Amy found herself moving much more than was safe so when the bus suddenly moved from a red traffic light she fell slightly over. She brushed herself down but the slip had caused a tiny leak in her knickers and she could feel the warm dampness taunting her as she faught to remain in control. She opted to sit down to continue with her talk but with a microphone attached to her head piece she couldn’t sigh or moan at all like she wanted to. With the back of the seat hiding her from passengers she fidgeted as much as she needed to to prevent herself peeing herself. She’d never been so glad to arrive at the park and she stressed, rather too enthusiastically, to everyone on board that now was the chance for EVERYONE to get off and stretch their legs and take photographs and that there would be teas and coffees available on their re-embarkment. As the last of the passengers got off Mick laughed. ‘You sounded keen to get that lot off miss. You ok?’ Amy couldn’t stand still now. In fact as discreetly as she could she was trying to hide the fact she was holding herself and almost crying. ‘Mick, it’s embarrassing but I’m desperate for the toilet just like that kid was on the last tour. You couldn’t show my your secret spot could you. I honestly don’t think I could hold until we get back to the city and besides I tried to go when we were just there and the queue was too long. There’s no way I can do that tea trolley like this.’ ‘Course newbie. I’ve been in your state a fair few times now so I carry a bottle but you...well it’s not that easy is it. You’ll need to go quick mind we have a schedule to keep to.’ Mick winked at Amy in jest as he opened the doors and he headed off the bus with Amy desperately trailing behind him. With the passengers distracted looked around and reading signs and taking photos Mick ran and Amy followed around a little fence and behind an advertising board. ‘Go as far in as you can and I’ll keep guard.’ Amy could not get past Mick fast enough as adrenaline pumped through her and urine leaked out of her as she felt her knickers dampen. She hitched her navy work skirt up as far as she could and pulled her nylon tights and knickers down as she bent down in a sitting position and tried to relax. She could hear so many voices and the thought of peeing out in the open seemed so...almost sexual...but eventually her body could hold no more and the damn finally burst..furiously and fast...and rather loudly too. Amy couldn’t believe how much she was releasing and apparently neither could Mick. Once finished Amy tidied herself up and brushed her skirt down and headed back to the bus with Mick behind her. All she could hear was his heart beating and his voice muttering ‘Dead God I can’t believe you held all that. Wow.’ Back on the bus Amy took the tea trolley down both aisles with relative ease and continued her tour as if she was a natural. Back at the city centre, now with both Mick and Amy on a much needed lunch break Mick still seemed taken by what he had heard. ‘Geez kid I’ve never heard anyone go that much in my life. I’m gonna have to go some to beat that.’ Amy wasn’t sure what he meant but it seemed innocent enough and she was still on a high from her experience anyway so she wasn’t even that bothered if truth be known.
  5. Mbgpeelover

    Using Pee Desperation as Motivation?

    I’ve done this for years! School I held all day and like others would do my homework in my room rocking and holding myself in absolutely desperation. At university I held for hours while writing assignments as once I would pee it was like my entire body and mindset would go into total relaxation mode. I was much more productive when holding. I also held through dinner on campus as I frequently came right from lectures. I’d be eating my potatoes and vegetables bouncing my knee with my urethra throbbing between my legs. As a teacher I would never leave during class so was always bursting by the time the bell went at the end of the day. I’d be reading a story to infants with my legs tightly crossed. Running my own business I did all my admin with a full bladder as I was more efficient and focussed that way. Every year my tax return was completed while bursting. I am less distracted and achieve more when I really need to pee. Now I write on here and write my stories all when needing to go. It makes them more authentic.
  6. Mbgpeelover

    12 months of desperate workers

    Will add more tonight. Loving writing them.
  7. Mbgpeelover

    12 months of desperate workers

    March: the gardener Mohammad was in his early 40’s and after being made redundant four years ago he took his passion for gardening to a new level and started his own business. Winter was tough going but spring and summer were hectic. He had a growing client base and often worked long hours from late March to September, spending the other five months doing odd jobs to keep the bills paid. The winter had been milder than usual and March had seen little rainfall so Mohammad was excited to pick up business a little earlier than planned. The first month was intensive labour doing the first grass cut, tidying up fallen debris from winter winds and trimming overgrown bushes. Mrs Bain had called him earlier in the week as she had noticed buds appearing from her kitchen window and she so looked forward to sitting out in the warmer months with her friends. Mohammad liked Mrs Bain. She was one of his more typical clients, an older lady, retired, kept herself busy socialising with friends, aware she couldn’t do quite as much as she used to but still very much full of life and enthusiasm. Mohammad was sure she had a gardener as much for someone to talk to and share about her grandchildren than because she really needed one. But she paid well, looked after him and appreciated her garden so much. She had plans and as usual she had a list of things she wanted to discuss at the start of a new season. Mohammad called round to her large detached house at mid morning. As usual her porch was immaculate and her expensive electric scooter parked outside. When he first started working for her she had still been driving but last year she had reluctantly changed her car for an electric scooter. Mohammad always felt his dirty van felt out of place in her driveway but Mrs Bain was always pleased to see him. He’s spent the morning having a coffee while answering emails and doing some admin so it was nice to talk to a real person. Inside he was welcomed and had a seat in the large dining room which looked out onto the large mature garden. Mrs Bain poured him a mug of coffee, exactly as he liked it and started on her ideas for seeds, a new greenhouse and the colours she hoped to see this year. Mohammad took notes in his cheap pad and costed some things up on his phone. An hour had passed and he had yet to even start on the garden. Finally he thanked Mrs Bain for her coffee and told her today would be the first cut and tidy up but that he would purchase some things for his next visit. Standing up Mohammad realised he needed a leak but he’d never used clients bathrooms and he’d not even started work. He was sure keeping busy would soon take his mind off it anyway. For late March the weather was surprisingly warm and the grass not quite as damp as Mohammad had thought it would be. He started his petrol mower and pushed in neat rows aware of the fact his need to pee wasn’t going away as he had hoped. He tried to ignore it but after an hour of mowing it was becoming a bit distracting. As he pulled the mower back to the van and climbed inside to get the strummer and hedge trimmer Mohammad gave himself a quick squeeze. He was also sweating so he reached over to the front passenger seat and grabbed a bottle of juice, drinking half the bottle before leaving the van. Back in the garden with the trimmer Mohammad was becoming more and more aware of his need to pee. He found himself swaying and moving from foot to foot a lot trying to keep his penis from staying in the one spot too long and relaxing. With his back to the house he rested the trimmer for a moment bending down to pull some weeds giving himself an opportunity to hold himself for 30 seconds. He’d been holding an hour and a half now and his need was fast increasing. He still had bushes to trim and a general tidy to complete and he knew the chances of managing these without having an accident were slim. He removed his hand from between his legs but immediately regretted it. He had no choice but to knock Mrs Bain’s door and ask if he could use her bathroom. He was bursting to piss. He laid the tools down and walked to the back porch hoping Mrs Bain was downstairs and able to let him in. The alternative didn’t bear thinking about as his penis tingled more and more for release. Embarrassed but spurred on by his desperation Mohammad approached the glass conservatory that housed Mrs Bain’s dining room where he had almost two hours ago had a coffee. That coffee plus one from home previously and the juice he had recently gulped too now slushed in his bladder desperate to escape. He tried desperately not to hold himself but he struggled to remain still bouncing from foot to foot and giggling his legs. He so needed a toilet. Mohammad put his hands to his eyes and leaned into the glass after trying to slide the door and finding it locked. He could see Mrs Bain with her back to him on the phone. He hated disturbing her. He was really needing to go and the tingling was so intense he grabbed himself and moaned. He almost swore such was his urgency. He could feel urine pushing down his shaft as he grabbed it closed as much as he could, worried he was about to leak. Against his professional judgment and desire not to disturb his client he could not help but knock on the conservatory to get Mrs Bain’s attention. His body was about to let go and Mohammad was dancing, fidgeting and squirming very obviously as Mrs Bain turned and saw him. She smiled and held two fingers up indicating she would be with him in two minutes. Mohammad was frantic. He leaned on the conservatory and crossed his legs but still the his penis throbbed with an urgent desire to piss. He marched on the spot. Despite the constant movement he felt a spurt escape. Two minutes seemed like forever as he openly pee danced like a little child. God did he need to piss. It was all he could do not to undo his fly and piss long and hard against his van. He wasn’t at all sure his bladder could hold much longer. He couldn’t recall needing this badly. He knew Mrs Bain was watching as she finally ended her call, put the phone on its stand and picked up the keys to the door. By now Mohammad was bent forward with one hand squeezing himself shut through his work trousers trying not to piss himself. As the door slid open Mrs Bain spoke first. ‘Sorry about the delay Mohammad. That was my son. I’m so incredibly excited to hear that my daughter is expecting again. Oh Mohammad I’m going to be a grand mother all over again. Isn’t that just wonderful news!’ Mohammad’s bladder and throbbing penis didn’t care for Mrs Bain’s exciting news as Mohammad undid his button and slid his hand inside to grab the tip of his quivering penis which had now decided that being inside must mean it was free to release. Another spurt escaped as Mohammad bend forward holding himself for all he was worth. ‘Oh that’s great news.’ He muttered trying to find the words to ask for the toilet whilst holding himself so tight whist still leaking. ‘I’m assuming you would like to use my toilet. It’s just next door. That’s if you can wait that long?’ Mohammad headed towards the bathroom head down back bend and both hands between his legs. He’d never been so embarrassed or needy in his life. Piss was slowly leaking out and his trousers had a wet patch. He couldn’t even close the door as the sight of a toilet was just too much and Mohammad stood there, less than a metre from the toilet and pissed himself so badly a huge puddle formed at his feet. Hearing it all Mrs Bain shouted in ‘I had a feeling you couldn’t wait. What a shame.’
  8. Mbgpeelover

    12 months of desperate workers

    February: Florist delivery driver January and February were sobering months for Skye as she delivered more to funeral directors and hospitals than to private houses. Cold weather, the abundance of viruses and infections and an ageing population meant more and more of her florist deliveries left her feeling a little sad. Thankfully the odd retirement or birthday or new baby would intersperse her day just enough to keep her blues at bay. Skye loved her job, driving with her favourite tunes on, meeting people, bringing smiles often and even the odd kiss or cuddle when people weren’t expecting a flower delivery. Although the van had a cooler to keep the flowers and gifts as fresh as possible her day was usually split roughly into two with morning deliveries, then back to the shop for a break before afternoon deliveries before returning to the shop before closing and driving her own car home. She could never predict where she would be going but one thing she could predict was that one day would always be her busiest all year: Valentine’s Day! Today was that day. Skye woke with an excitement and anxiety combined. She knew today would be busy with little time for chatter between jobs and possibly a very rushed lunch too. She poured her heated soup into her flask with her bread and butter and biscuits and two bottles of water. She finished her cereal and mug of tea and headed out to work with a spring in her step. There was a real buzz about the florists today. Bunting hanging outside, a full shop of newly made bouquets and baskets of every colour imaginable and the smell was so beautiful and calming. Everyone was busy even before the shop opened and Skye was greeted by Freddy with a quick ‘good morning’ and handed a long list of addresses. ‘It’s all ready darling over there. I know it’s a lot but you know what today is like. I’ve put them in time order for you. I’m sure you’ll make plenty people smile like you always do Skye. See you later. Any problems just call.’ In the three years Skye had worked for Fred she’s never had to call but he always reminded her she could. She carried bouquet after bouquet out to the van at the rear of the shop smiling at the added teddies, hidden rings and large vases. How she wished someone special would surprise her one day with sweet beautiful flowers. 20 deliveries all to get completed before 12. Wow. She hoped the traffic would be in her favour. She was about to do a final trip back to use the small unisex toilet when she noticed Fred nip in and she thought she really had better set off otherwise she’d never get the flowers out. Her first call was to a young mum who answered in her pyjamas with a baby in her arms and two other children by her feet. Skye loved seeing the glint in the young mums eye as she received some traditional roses. Next was a busy office with a surprise for someone called Donna who was equally delighted with her big bouquet with a little teddy bear. Skye was making good time thankfully and before leaving she had a quick sip of her water. Onto her third which was another residential address in a new build estate with more speed bumps than Skye liked! She had to go so slow over them as her deliveries were precious and some contained water that she didn’t want spilled. Going over the speed bumps seemed to shake things a bit in her bladder too and Skye wished she’d had a chance to pee before starting her busy day. Thankfully the bell was answered quickly and Skye could get on her way. The order of deliveries seemed so disjointed and disorganised to Skye who would much rather have done them in geographic order to make best use of her time and fuel. However, clients often requested times, on Valentine’s Day especially, and Skye understood that sometimes she just had to admit life was a bit illogical and get on with it. Thankfully the fourth and fifth deliveries were both in a local industrial estate with one handed directly to the delighted recipient and the other safely left at a front office. It was now almost ten am and Skye was a bit more aware she could use a toilet break but for now she could wait. Her next one was a little awkward as the shop was inside a small shopping centre so Skye had to park in a multi-storey car park and walk through the shops to the right one. As she passed the ladies she thought momentarily about going in quickly but time just wasn’t on her side and she was now running behind. She had no time to spare at all but she knew, for now, she could wait. The morning continued with deliveries to a local college, a sheltered housing complex, a gym, a school and even the library! The loveliest one was a warehouse where she could see an eager face waiting outside having a smoke nervously. He smiled and winked at Skye as she buzzed entry and he followed her while the office used the intercom to call Prevena down. As the beautiful Indian girl arrived the young man took the bouquet from Skye and knelt on one knee proposing to his girlfriend in front of everyone in the warehouse. Skye joined in the round of applause caught up in the moment but with her legs crossed hoping to escape back to work as soon as she could. As she headed out she once again saw a bathroom sign and she momentarily paused thinking she could ask to use it before carrying on. Then she remembered just how many deliveries she still had to do and she changed her mind and rushed back to the van. A quick check of the time and her sheet and it was now just after 11:15. She was late for two different orders now so she quickly strapped herself in and set off. One was a residential house but no-one answered as Skye stood holding a vase of roses and moving from foot to foot. Her need to pee was steadily increasing now and the cold air wasn’t helping. After a few minutes she tried a neighbour and finally managed to get someone to take the delivery from her. Next was the other side of town and Skye patted her thighs at each red light and delay. She should be heading back to the shop for lunch now but she still had six outstanding deliveries to do! She was tired, thirsty, hungry and could really use a visit to the ladies. None of those were able to be sorted immediately though. Finally she arrived and thankfully another recipient was delighted with her surprise and Skye could rush back, this time to a restaurant! Parking was proving difficult as the restaurant was full of couples out celebrating a valentines lunch together. Finally Skye pulled in, though it was double yellow lines. She was in a hurry though! She opened the back of the van and found the right bouquet, this time a lovely bright basket of mixed seasons flowers and she checked the name. She opened the door to the restaurant looking around for a member of staff she could hand the delivery to so she could get back to her van but even when she found one they were reluctant to take the flowers off her as they were not for any member of staff. The waitress had to call management and Skye found herself standing at the reception suddenly really needing to go to the bathroom quite bad. She had nowhere to put the flowers and no chance of going and no ability to even give herself a quick hold to help! She moved from leg to leg anxiously and crossed her legs as best she could internally begging the manager to come as she was bursting! Time seemed to drag in when finally someone returned saying they had looked at customer bookings and it appeared the flowers were for a customer who had since left! Skye wanted to scream but politely left apologising for her delay in getting there and ran back to her van, embarrassed and annoyed. At least she could escape a parking ticket even if she was returning a paid for order! Four more to go and already now 12:20. Skye had some more of her water but immediately regretted it. ‘Oh I really need to pee’ she muttered to herself as she fidgeted behind the wheel and held herself before driving off. As luck would have it all four final deliveries that morning were to local houses. The first another young mum, the second a couple in their thirties, the third a businesswoman who looked like she was just home on her lunch break and the final one a bemused young student who wanted to take a selfie with Skye for her Instagram! By now Skye could hardly control herself, bouncing her knee, fidgeting at door steps and pee dancing getting flowers from the boot. She only hoped the student hadn’t seen her grab between her legs as she took the selfie! It was now ten minutes to one and Skye could not wait to get back to the shop to have a super quick lunch and a desperately longed for pee. She could barely recall the last time she’d been this bursting! She pulled into the rear of the shop to find Fred outside with bouquets, baskets and vases lined up ready. He seemed in a great mood. Business was booming and he was keen for his reputation to remain strong and all the afternoon deliveries to be started. Skye was anxious to please but knew she had to pee before she did anything else or she would honestly wet herself. ‘How did you do lovely? Any proposals this year? ‘Just one. And one return. Can I tell you more in a minute?’ ‘Just tell me while we load these ones in. I have warned customers we can’t be as strict with times today due to our workload but we do aim to please. Right Skye I’ve got all these in order again. One is in a high rise flat so you need an entry code. I’ve stuck a post it on your sheet with it on. Oh and there’s one for the hospital but they aren’t sure what ward so I said you would just check when you got there. That all clear enough? Skye, are you ok?’ Skye had been trying to listen and load the van as best she could though she really could not stop dancing, bouncing, crossing her legs and bending forward. She knew she must have looked a sight but she was so close to wetting herself she couldn’t help it. ‘Sorry Fred. I’ve been so busy I’ve not been to the toilet since I woke up. I’m absolutely bursting for the loo. I need to run!’ Skye dropped her basket and pushed a hand between her leg and ran for the back door which had now closed. She banged the door but with the shop continually busy the other staff never heard. ‘Fred. You got your key? I’m dying for the loo and the doors gone and shut!’ ‘Oh of course lovely! Goodness you must be in so much need. Just a minute.’ ‘So what was that return you were going to tell me about?’ ‘Just a minute. You’re really going to need to let me pee first. I’m about to burst!’ Fred opened the door and waited as Skye ran into the small toilet. He needed to know about that return but he also enjoyed hearing the huge long pee Skye was doing and he couldn’t help but feel quite an excitement as he heard her sigh loudly while her pee continued to come. In all his years working with Skye he was always amazed how few times she used the toilet and he always hoped one day she might call him saying she had to go and asking him what to do. He really must remind her to call him anytime she had a problem.
  9. This is a new series of stories of various workers who really need to pee. This first one is about male desperation but there will be an equal amount of female over the series. Here’s the first one: January. The carpet fitter Jason had worked at Fantastic Floorings since leaving school, before if you include work experience. The company was in the family and since Jason hadn’t any other ideas of what he wanted to do in life for now it paid the bills. At 26 he already rented his own place, even if it was small. He drove a company owned van and worked long hours, especially since the money was handy and so many others in the company now had families. January was traditionally a dry month in his field of work; as with most retail companies people had little money or motivation in winter right after Christmas. Even with the traditional January sale he usually found himself home earlier than usual or having a pint with his friends at the pub after work at this time of year. This month though was the exception. This month the company had successfully won a bid for a local housing development to lay flooring on 124 new properties all with entry dates in late January and early February. Jason had never had a busier month, which meant sacrifices had to be made; less time to see mates, less time for banter during work and often working through lunch and breaks. Long hours but good pay, and Jason was wise enough to know it was worth doing his best work as future contracts like this could make or break a small family business such as Fantastic Floorings. It was Thursday of week one. Already Jason and his partner Kyle had laid linoleum in three kitchens, four bathrooms and carpeted one whole four bedroom house! Days were starting at 8am and finishing up to 12 hours later but the job satisfaction was worth it and Jason and Kyle worked well together. Today they were working on an apartment block of six identical flats all needing complete flooring from one end to the other. Jason could feel his back ache already and he’d only just arrived onsite. It was still dark and he was relieved to find the electrics had already been installed so lighting wasn’t going to be an issue. He unlocked the back of his van and, together with Kyle, they unloaded rolls of carpets, linoleum and tools and placed them throughout the flat ready to start. It was now almost 9 and already Jason was sweating despite the flats having no heating on as the boiler was yet to be turned on. On his final run to the van Jason grabbed his travel mug and finished a full mug of coffee in minutes. The caffeine and warmth gave him an immediate boost and he agreed with his partner that the linoleum was by far the best to begin with to allow the glue time to dry. As they measured the bathroom, en-suite and kitchen to check one last time Jason felt a tiny twinge in his bladder. Nothing to worry about though so he carried on and by mid morning the first bathroom, en-suite and kitchen all had flooring. They needed time to dry but both Jason and Kyle took a much needed break in the van and both drank a can of cola and had a snack. Jason felt another small tingle at his penis but laughing and joking with his colleague and mate took his mind off it quickly. They decided to make a start on the carpets sensibly deciding to work backwards from the furthest away room which happened to be the main lounge. Once back inside the flat Jason felt another twinge between his legs but the fact the linoleum was still drying and the fact he had seen both toilets taped up with the usual ‘do not use’ builders tape he decided to carry on and drive to the local supermarket during their lunch break. He could hang on until then quite comfortably. After a quick final measure the lads rolled out the light brown carpet and on their hands and knees set about hammering it into place securely. Bending on his hands and knees wasn’t helping Jason and soon another twinge hit. On the opposite side of the room facing away from his friend Jason took a moment to give himself a quick pinch as his need began to increase. He resolved that after this room he would suggest they stopped for lunch and he would endeavour to find a loo somewhere nearby. The radio was playing and the music served as a welcome distraction as Jason continued to work around the floor making sure it was all secured in place and cut to size where required. Another wave and another quick pinch and Jason was just about to shout over to Kyle that he could do with a ‘stretch and a break’ when Kyle’s phone went and Jason had little choice but to continue working. The boys had a great system where they began together in the room at opposite sides and worked their way towards each other until the entire carpet was fitted. With Kyle now on the phone Jason was fast approaching the half way point at which they usually met but, ever the professional, he carried on until he came to where Kyle had finished. Kyle ended his call and apologised though Jason just laughed knowing full fell he had taken many a call before and left colleagues to do more than usual. Laughing wasn’t such a good idea though as Jason realised how bad he had to pee. Despite working with Kyle for months he still somehow felt embarrassed to admit his need. Instead he decided on another tact. ‘God my backs sore after that. What do you reckon to breaking for lunch? We should easily get the rest if this one done before we finish?’ ‘Yeah I was going to suggest the same mate. I’m sweating and bloody starving!’ They headed to the van and Jason started driving. ‘You want Tesco mate or McDonald’s or Greggs? I’m easy.’ ‘Oh that was Tam in the phone earlier. They’re in the houses at the top of the site and he said there a great burger van they have found just in the estate across from the top of here. He said they do a fab all day breakfast. I could so go a roll with bacon. Let’s try there. He said you cross the main road, do,low signs for the industrial estate and it’s on your right. Sounds near enough eh?’ Jason loved a good burger van and needed little convincing. Despite his full bladder his empty stomach was rumbling too and he was sure to find a public toilet nearby somewhere? They found the van easily and parked up. There was a steady queue but it moved quickly enough though Jason found himself stepping from foot to foot and using his hand in his pocket to hold when needed. He really was needing to pee now and before heading back to the flats he would definitely need to find one. First though he had a roll with chips to eat and a bottle of water. His belly was grateful fir the food even if his bladder wasn’t so thankful for the water. The men sat in the works van earring with the radio on and chatting on and off. Jason was tempted to mention his need but felt socially awkward about it. It was getting stronger and stronger though and quite bothersome and distracting. He had to think of some excuse to go into the local supermarket so he could take a leak. ‘Kyle I think that glue from the linoleum is affecting me again. I’ve got a bit of a headache so I’ll just nip to Tesco before we head back to work and get some aspirin, ok?’ ‘Sure thing.’ Jason had finished his food and consumed about half his water when another urge to Lee hit him hard. He used his hand to push his penis through his trousers hoping Kyle hadn’t noticed. Oh he needed to piss a lot so he fastened his seat belt and started the van towards Tesco. As they approached the first set if traffic lights Kyle’s phone went again. Jason could hear the call though his attention was more on holding his bladder and driving than anything else. ‘Sure thing boss. We’ll be back at the flats in a matter of minutes. We only nipped out for lunch. Of course you can inspect anytime. We only have the bedrooms and hallways to go and that’ll be the first completed. Yes of course we’ll have that completed by the end of today. See you soon.’ ‘Change of plans mate. We need to head back to the flats right now. Big Doug needs to do an inspection with the head of procurement. This being our first contact and all that they want to see how we are going. Sure you can nip out for those painkillers after they’ve been. I’m sure you’ll be fine.’ Jason wasn’t so sure. He was rather desperate for the gents but with no other choice he headed back to the site to meet his boss. His bladder would just need to wait. Back on site they could see the biases van in the car park so not wanting to make a bad impression the lads raced back to the flat and began laying carpet in the first bedroom. Unlike the square lounge this bedroom was an awkward shape and required the pee-measured carpet tube cut to fit. Jason was struggling to stand still and sitting on the floor was putting more pressure on his already overworked bladder. He was just about to try a tap in the bathroom to see if the water was on so he could use the toilet when his boss walked in with someone with him. Jason shook hands, waited to be introduced whilst standing cross legged then followed the men as they looked around to inspect the work so far. Opening the bathroom door and looking right at the toilet made Jason squirm and he had no choice but to briefly grab himself to avoid a leak. He so needed to piss but his heart sank as the head of procurement rabbeted on about how the electrics were complete, plumbing complete and plasterwork all dry but yet the water supply company hadn’t yet turned on the water to the properties meaning final checks on bathrooms, sinks and showers and even washing machines could not be done just yet. Without stepping on the flooring he continued to talk about how it would at least allow the flooring to dry before anyone was using the toilets or sinks. Jason bent forward a little at this and his legs twisted around him in absolute desperation. Kyle had carried on fitting carpet as the men looked into the main room and then kitchen and followed quickly behind Jason into the room where Kyle was now on his knees hammering carpet in. ‘Looking great lads. Keep up the good work and I’ll come check when this flat is finished. ‘ Big Doug and his suited companion left and as the door closed Jason grabbed his member before he leaked and pee danced back to the room Kyle was working in. He had to piss so so badly he was afraid of having an accident on the posh cream bedroom carpet his friend was laying. ‘Sorry Kyle. I’ll be back in a minute mate. I really really need to find a bathroom. God do I need to piss so bad. I’ve been bursting to go for ages and it’s an emergency.’ Kyle looked up at his mate who was dancing and holding himself like a little child. ‘Just use the toilet mate. What’s the problem.’ ‘There’s no running water! They haven’t turned it on. Oh what am I going to do. I’m on the verge of pissing myself.’ ‘Oh. I didn’t know about the water. You gonna head to Tesco or something then?’ ‘I can....can’t drive mate. Oh my God it’s leaking. I’m gonna wet myself. I’ll piss myself before I get to the van. It’s that bad mate. Honest.’ Jason unhooked his trousers and slipped his hand inside his waistband while he gripped his throbbing and leaking penis as hard as he could. Kyle looked at his mate with compassion and grabbed him by the arm leading him to the en-suite shower. ‘Just go there Jas. Seriously.’ Jason had no choice as another spurt shot out into his boxers. He pulled his penis out, not caring that Kyle was watching and allowed himself to relax as warm urine shot rapidly out of his penis and landed in the shower tray. As his body relaxed the stream continued on and on with Kyle still watching. ‘God you really must have been busting mate. That’s a shit load of piss!’ ‘I was mate. I really was. God that feels so much better. I can actually think again!’
  10. Mbgpeelover

    Holding in the house last night

    Eventually I admitted to them that I had to go urgently
  11. Yes absolutely agree
  12. Finally had a chance to write more of these up. Heres my next one: The student nurse My son had been experiencing some difficulties and a referral was put in to a specialist mental health nursing team. For a few months they cane to the house to visit, often for up to an hour and a half at a time, to support me and my son. This particular visit I had had a call beforehand to ask if my usual support worker could bring a student with her to shadow her. Everyone needs an opportunity to learn so I readily agreed. They were due mid afternoon but as was common they were a little late. On arrival at my door the support worker introduced the young student, a girl in her early twenties, average build with shoulder length brown hair who looked anxious and awkward. She apologised for the delay explaining that they had been out all day visiting families and had been caught up. Lots had been going on at that time so I showed them in and we started bringing the student up to date on things. I noticed the student sat upright on my couch with her legs crossed though she was taking notes and engaging in the conversation. She asked some relevant questions but still seemed a little tense. With my children out I offered them both a cup of tea or coffee (standard hospitality here in uk) and my usual worker told the student how I made great coffee and they should have one as not every house offered and the next visit would have children home. The student reluctantly agreed though I could see she was nervous. I assumed she was perhaps concerned as the cleanliness and standard in some houses they visited may have put her off before? Once I brought the drinks in the atmosphere was a little more relaxed but still the student was very tense. She changed positions on the couch a few times and she seemed rather fidgety. We continued talking and the worker updated the student on our history and things we had tried. The student took notes but her hand seemed sweaty and her legs were now tightly crossed. For the next half hour to 45 minutes she became more and more restless and I became more and more convinced she was bursting for the toilet. She had suit trousers on with pinstripes, a tidy plain blouse and high heeled shoes and while crossed legged and sat forward she was swinging her top leg rather a lot. Her face became more and more tense and by now they had both finished their coffees. For the final half of the visit the young student became more and more antsy and fidgety and quieter and quieter. Her cheeks were flushed and I could see her mind was definitely on something other than what we were talking about. I felt so sorry for her as I could tell right away that she desperately wanted to use my bathroom but for several reasons she didn’t feel comfortable asking. My usual support worker outlined what she wanted me to try with my son until the next meeting and we agreed on another date to meet. I asked the student how she was enjoying her time in the team as we wound down and she muttered she was learning loads but it was stressful at times too. I felt terrible for her as by now she had a hand at the top of her legs and she was subtly rocking and red and sweaty. Now she was expected to stand and leave which I guessed would be increasingly hard in her predicament. I was right! The poor student could not stand still! She moved from one foot to the other as she lifted her bag and put her coat on. I knew they were in a hurry but I was genuinely concerned about the girl. I wanted to take her to my bathroom to save her dignity but didn’t want to embarrass her at all. Thankfully an opportunity arose when my usual worker thanked me for having them both round and smiled at the student saying something about how good my coffee was. The girl looked at the ground and muttered that it was great but that it had went right through her and she lifted her eyes enough to say quietly ‘would it be Ok to use your bathroom before we go please?’ At that she pee danced a bit and bit her lip as I pointed upstairs to my only loo. She raced up my stairs to my bathroom and my worker smiled and commented how she had a feeling she’d had to go a while as she was usually much chattier and focussed. She went on to say how they had both been out since just after 9am (it was now at least 3:30pm) and had a sandwich and drink in the car between visits. The girl came back down soon after much more relaxed and thankful.
  13. Thank you for your lovely comment about my stories. Please don’t feel ashamed of yourself in any way. Almost everyone has parts of their mind they don’t want exposed but we are nit harming anyone and it is just how we are. The sheer volume of members here should show you you are not alone. You are welcome here and very much valued. Me too 🙂
  14. I am very active on other social media but don’t often feel fully understood. I have Facebook friends etc but the connection always seems loose. On here I feel welcome in another way altogether. I know we all share the same fetish but people on here seem friendlier and genuine despite most needing to remain anonymous. I guess I just wanted to say thanks for having me and making me feel welcome here. I count many of you as friends. P.s. the admin do a fab job too!
  15. Mbgpeelover

    mass desperation

    I just remembered another one! I stayed in the halls of residence at university for years. One morning around 5am the fire alarm went and the place had to be evacuated. No-one had time to pee and all just woken up in nightclothes. It was cold outside and seriously about 60 folk all dancing and holding themselves and a few guys ran to some bushes to let loose. I was absolutely bursting that day but everyone’s else was too! It was a race to the toilets when we were finally let’s back in 40 minutes later!