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    Frooger reacted to huberp76 in The love island!   
    Peter was a little bit overextended with that situation, he didn’t really know what he should do.
    That girl was so tender and so lovely, he couldn’t do her harm and he didn’t want to do her harm, but on the other hand he was so horny about the knowledge that the girl did not wee since yesterday morning and that she will have to hold it until he give her permission to go.
    It was like a dream comers true for him, a dream that he dreamed since he can remember.
    ”She asked me for permission to wee, she told me that she had not weed since yesterday morning. She is still waiting for my answer.” thought the boy to himself.
    ”She knows now that i know that she was needing to go since already before we went to sleep, she knows that i know that she didn’t wee since 24 hours but on the other hand she said that i don’t have to let her go, she said that she is good trained and that she will be able to hold it longer. But how much longer? Will she ask me again? How are her rules? How long do she have to wait until she would be allowed to ask again for permission?” thought Peter further.
    ”I think we should go for a breakfast.” said the boy, kissed her and did get out of the bed.
    They went together to the bathroom for a shower and for brushing their teeth. Peter took his morning pee before leaving, but the girl did leave without a wee. 
    Peter did not say explicit that she should pee and therefore she had to hold it. Peter already knew the rules and he did love that rules.
    She dressed herself, no bra, little panties and ultra short mini skirt.
    ”There are more breakfast restaurants. What kind of breakfast do you want? American, Asian, English or Vienna?” asked the girl.
    ”You can choose it for us.” answered Peter.
    After a copious breakfast, they went back to their rooms for changing to their swimming clothes.
    The girl did wear a super tiny bikini panty and although her bladder was already  visible in her sexy, flat belly, did Peter not tell her to go for a wee and the girl didn’t ask for to wee.
    They went to the beach and stopped at the beach bar. “What do you want to drink?” asked Peter.
    ”You have to decide for me, i have to drink what you order.” answered the girl.
    ”Oh no, i don’t want that, you can choose for yourself.” replied Peter. 
    Because of the special reason, the girl offered just a small drink with minimal alcohol.
    Peter could see that as well the girls as the boys are dressed very, very sexy. He noticed that they did wear partly the same clothes, but in different colors.
    He got told from the girl that is for to be able to different the personally servants.The personally servants are taboo for the other guests, but all the other girls and boys are free for everyone.
    After they finished their drinks they went to one of the large sun loungers and lay down.
    It was already after 10 am and the girl didn’t wee since 26 hours at that time.
    She did suppress her urge without to show any signs of her need. She was very tender to Peter, she kissed him, leaked with her wet tongue over his skin and caressed his body with her soft, small hands.
    After a while passed a boy, he was so pretty and cute that Peter could no other than to look at him and to smile.
    The boy smiled back and came to the lounger. “Are you the first time at our island?” he asked.
    ”Yes, it is my first time. answered Peter. “I hope you enjoy it.” said the boy. “May i sit down?” he continued.
    ”Yes it is my first time and yes you can sit down.” replied Peter.
    The boy lays down and started to caress Peter’s body, especially his thighs.
    It was so unreal for Peter to lie with a girl and a boy at once on a bed and get kissed and get caressed from both and that all in front of many other people.
    Nobody did care about that. It was usually at that island, the other guests did get coddled at the same way.
    The boy was as cute as the girl and he was tender like usually girls are. He was slim and smooth like a girl, the difference was that the girl had breasts and the boy had a penis.
    ”Are you made to hold it?” asked the boy the girl. He asked her in English, because it is another rule that they are not allowed to talk in their own language in front of guests.
    ”I don’t know whether, he did not say that i am not allowed, he knows that i would need to go, he just don’t say that i can go..” answered the girl.
    Peter could not clearly understand, or just couldn’t believe their dialogue between them and therefore he asked  ”What was the boy asking you?” 
    ”Oh nothing really important, he just wanted to know if you make me hold my wee.” answered the girl. “ Why he asked you something like that.” wanted Peter know.
    “Because he looked at my belly and he could see how full and how big my bladder already became.” said the girl totally calm.
    Then she said “ Many guests know the rule that we are not allowed to relieve ourselves and they come especially for that reason to make us hold and to see us suffer to hold a very, very full bladder. Boy have to hold it as well sometimes very long, but how i already told you, we are good trained and we can endure a lot.”
    Peter could no more hide his big hard penis in his small swimming trunk.
    ”The boy had noticed that and asked “ does it turning you on so much that she is needing to wee so bad and that her poor bladder is so much overfilled?” 
    He pushed the waistband of Peter’s trunk down and took his bone hard penis in his warm hand.
    ”If you like this so much, then we shouldn’t let her wee for much longer!” said the boy, smiled and kissed Peter warm and tender.
    The girl was not angry about it, she was still calm, she did learn to serve, she was trained to enjoy the guests and to make them happy no matter what it takes.
     
     
     
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    Frooger reacted to huberp76 in The love island!   
    There is a island with no industry, no factories and no farming.
    There are only hotels and bungalows for tourists to make holiday on that island. The people there offer the best service you can ever imagine. 
    They offer the best hotels, the best food, the best drinks and in the price included are the best boys and girls for love and for sex.
    Girls for boys, girls for girls, boys for girls, boys for boys and girls and boys for couples.
    You can choose at the booking dada, the kind of hotel room or the kind of house and on the other hand you can choose your servant - girl or boy- for your duration of stay. That means gender, age, of course over 18, and the body type from skinny to curvy and from little to tall. Then you get  pictures per mail of many persons for your choosing.
    All that island is like an exclusive all inclusive resort with hundreds of service girls and boys who are all very sexy dressed and they are showing all very much naked skin.
    Furthermore of your private servant you are permitted to use all the other services boys and girls, who are all around in this resort for your lust and for to have sex with them.
    They look like Asian, they are very pretty, very slim, totally smooth and they are absolutely devote. They are born and trained to serve and they love to serve and to offer their bodies. All of them loves their job and their life and they are proud about their image to be the best and the most tendered lovers in the world. As well girls and as well boys love that.
    Peter heard about this island from friends, but he had never been there before.
    It was very expensive, but he was so curious that he booked for 2 weeks a hotel room and a very pretty, super slim servant girl. He was very excited and full of expectations many days before.
    Peter arrived with a luxury boat late morning, nearly noon at the island. He was absolutely impressed, it was like a film of a fairy tale.
    A wonderful beach with bars, many different swimming pools, many restaurants and coffee shops and so many pretty girls and boys for entertainment and for service.
    They were all dressed in the same color. The girls did wear depending of their job, ultra short skits, mini dresses, denim short shorts or sexy tiny bikinis. The boys did wear either micro shorts or extra small swim trunks. Some of the boys did wear mini skirts the same as the girls did wear.
    They were all so extreme pretty, extreme sexy and absolutely friendly. When ever Peter looked at one of them, equal boy or girl, they were smiling like the sun was shining. Peter is bi and he did not even know where he should look at first, at the boys or at the girls.
    It was already a little bit after noon, as one of this sexy, super cute boys guided Peter to his room. The room was very luxurious and for his surprise was his personal servant girl already there.
    She went to him, kissed him with soft, wet lips on his cheeks and said “ I am your “Jeany in the bottle “, i try to satisfy all your wishes for the next 2 weeks.”
    The girl was more prettier than at the picture. Her face was great and her body was gorgeous, she was like she was made just for him.
    They did spend a wonderful afternoon at the beach, they went for a good dinner at evening and Peter had his best sex he ever had at that night.
    After they had a long shower together, they went to sleep and slept until the morning.
    ”May i please wee ??!” whispered the girl as soon as Peter waked up.
    ”Why are you asking?” asked the boy back . “Sorry for asking, i know that i shouldn’t do that.”said the girl.
    ”You don’t have to be sorry, i just wanted to know why you asking for a wee?”wanted Peter know.
    ”Oh i see you don’t know our rules. Me and my body is yours for 2 weeks. You owns my body and you control my bodily needs. I have not the right to relive my self without your permission. I have not even the right to ask for the first 24 hours.” answered the girl.
    ” You didn’t wee since already 24 hours? That can not be, you have been at the toilet yesterday before sleeping.” said Peter.
    ”I have been at the toilet, but just for to brush my teeth and not for to wee. I did not wee since yesterday morning.” replied the girl.
    ”Didn’t you need to go before sleeping last night?” asked Peter with a trembling voice.
    ”Sure that i was needing to go, but you did not let me,  i am not allowed to ask for the first 24 hours.”answered the girl.
    “I didn’t let you wee ?” asked Peter bewildered.
    ”You did not let me, because you did not say especially that i would be allowed to wee before sleeping. You did pee before you went to the bed and you did know that i have not weed all day long, i did drink as much as you, so you have known that i would need to go as well, but you did not say that i should go, therefore i thought you would not let me, because you like it to make me go to bed with my bladder full from the day. 
    There are many boys and guys who like that, who like it to make us girls hold our wee for long periods of time and who like it if we girls have a very full bladder in our bellies.
    Now you know our rules.” said the girl.
    ”I am allowed to ask the first time for a wee after one entire day, but you don’t have to let me go, you can deny me to wee, you can make me hold. My body is yours, you decide when and what i eat and what i drink and you decide when i wee and how long i have to hold it.”continued the girl.
    ”How long can i make you hold? How long are you able to hold it?” wanted the boy know.
    ”As long as you like it! We are good trained to control our bodily needs. Our bladders can get pretty big if they have to.”answered the girl.
    Peter could not believe what he heard. He lays in bed with one of the most beautiful girls in the world and she told him that she would hold her wee inside her gorgeous body as long as he give her permission to let it out.
    Nothing was more arousing for Peter than a girl who is needing to wee but don’t go, or can’t go, nothing makes him more horny, than a girl who is holding her wee back in her bursting full bladder until she can’t anymore.
    This 2 weeks will become 2 weeks in paradise for him!!!
     
     
     
     
     
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    Frooger reacted to Rexone_312 in Rexone Story Commissions   
    Thank you so much for your appreciation. Stay tuned - more stories are incoming!
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    Frooger reacted to HoldingPrinces in Embarrassed by how long I pee for?   
    Usually my pee stream is irregular and haphazard (for the same reason, I can't pee into a bottle or a container to measure the volume), and makes a loud whistling sound when I pee a gush after a long hold, that can be heard outside the toilet. So, I almost never ever pee anywhere outside my own toilet (There are other reasons too. This is not the only reason). Even when I come home after holding all day, still I happen to wait for some time until I make sure that there is nobody in the audible area near the toilet. Usually I like to amaze others about my bladder capacity and show off my pee holding skills. I like to get appreciated about how well I can hold pee. But contradictorily I'm bit uncomfortable and embarrassed when others hear me pee a huge gusher. (I don't understand why) But still I have got some comments about my gusher like "OMG! You really had to go", "How did you hold so much. You pissed many liters of urine", "You peed for an eternity" etc. Sometimes people don't comment. But I understand their thoughts by the way they look at me when I'm coming out of the toilet.
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    Frooger reacted to SDWifey in Does wearing a pad make women more confident with holding in their pee?   
    When I cough I frequently leak urine. I don't wear pads for leaking only if my period so frequently need to change my panties. I should really wear a pad but I actually enjoy leaking 🤭 
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    Frooger reacted to Rexone_312 in Does wearing a pad make women more confident with holding in their pee?   
    This is what dreams are made of. Your holding skills and determination never fail to amaze me. More power to your bladder! 
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    Frooger reacted to HoldingPrinces in Does wearing a pad make women more confident with holding in their pee?   
    I don't have much worries about leaking. Even if I leak, those pads won't absorb much more than a single leak. So these are not very effective way of protection from leaks. Anyway, I like to identify myself as a girl with a good bladder control, and I'm proud of it. So it's embarrassing for myself to wear pads to prevent urine leaks. That's a sign of weakness. So I don't feel confident. Instead, I feel more confident when I'm wearing very tight and restricting clothes with which peeing is difficult. Then I know that peeing is impossible, and I must hold like a real lady
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    Frooger reacted to HoldingPrinces in Help me make a new long term desperation challenge for myself!   
    May I suggest a technique that I did to improve my capacity and confidence? Wear a tight denim jeans and padlock its zipper to the button or belt (i had a belt which nicely suits this task), so that you can't pull down your jeans to pee. Leave the key at home and go to school/university or wherever you go, so that you can't pee until you come back home. I have done this many times.
    Or, you can wear a tight catsuit/jumpsuit/leotard or one-piece underwear under your clothes, which is difficult to take off to pee. This also will prevent you from peeing outside your home. (This is suitable if you are wearing a frock, skirt or a dress) I have done this too.
    You can drink a lot while you are locked in. That would be additionally fun. I drink much more when I'm locked in. That's really fun for me.
    Warning - These methods can be very risky if your bladder is not big enough 
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    Frooger reacted to Rexone_312 in Rexone Story Commissions   
    You read my mind... 😉🤤
    Isn't that a wonderful idea. I am going to add more about Darius too. It's just that the original patron didn't want to see anything related to male omorashi. Hence... 
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    Frooger got a reaction from eucoloco in Rexone Story Commissions   
    Great story as always Rex🤩 Can't wait to read more. 
    Please make her dress in more tight clothes, perhaps jeans?😍
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    Frooger reacted to Rexone_312 in Rexone Story Commissions   
    Yoline vs Darius - Part 1/2
     
    Chapter 1 - The Beginning
    ‘Yoline Chiara’, the name tag on the table shined in bright afternoon. And just like it her forehead glistened with the beads of sweat. She rocked back and forth in her chair, clutching the hem of her maroon pencil skirt. She flicked her golden-orange strand of her hair behind her ear and pretended to listen to the online meeting. From the other side of the camera people couldn’t guess what was the 35-year-old up to. Truth be told, she hated long meetings, especially in the second half of the day.  Thankfully, she had her own cabin with a serene view of the sea. Perks of being the owner, of a popular local magazine. She was furiously tapping her foot now, awaiting the clock to strike 4. The fabric of her dress stretched tightly over the humble bulge on her bladder. A drop or two of sweat dripped from her forehead on to the keyboard.
     
    Yoline cast a glance at the empty jug of water and the coffee mug, in front of her. Her bladder throbbed relentlessly. The first few drops escaped the clutches of her trembling labia and formed a spot on her tight undies. She hurriedly turned the laptop camera off, and tried to shove her hand in her crotch, nearly breaking her perfectly polished nails. The thick fabric of her skirt wouldn’t budge. “I need to stop this stupidity of extra liquid from now on.” She cursed herself and rose from her seat. There were just 7 minutes left for the meeting to end. The office-girl entered her cabin and refilled the 2-litre jug. The gurgling sound dropped like a hammer on Yoline’s bladder. Once the office girl left, she sprang up from her seat and leaned on the table. Her legs tightly glued to each other. A tingle went down her body as her aching pussy quivered for attention.
     
    “I NEED CUM SO FUCKING BAD! ALL THIS PRESSURE IS MAKING ME CRAZY” She screamed in her mind.
     
    As the clock struck 4, she slammed the lid of the laptop and tried to run towards the door. Her tight pointy formal shoes did not exactly help her cause. “Just across the floor, and then you can have your glory Yoline.” She tried to pep herself up. After steadying herself, Yoline pulled the heavy glass door. Her pussy quivered; her toes curled as another drop escaped into her already damp undies. Little did she know that she was about to meet the man of her life. She bumped into a man right outside the door.
     
    “Howww may I helpppp you?” Her words were strained, fists closed, and calves tensed.
     
    “Are you alright Ma’am?” a manly voice reverberated. When she looked up, her body shuddered with arousal. There stood a man, dressed sharply, his chiselled jawline met a sun-bronzed neck, the hint of a stubble added a touch of rugged charm to his handsomeness. He was at least half a foot taller than her, and shoulders on which she could perhaps sit and a physique that could give Jack Reacher a run for his money. He was the manliest man she ever met.
     
    “Oh dear” the freckled beauty felt herself getting wet but this time not with pee. Before she could even utter something proper, her bladder sent a huge wave. “I.. I have to attend something reeeealy important right now... Do you mind waiiiii-tinnngggg?” She half-sang, half-curtseyed and rushed to the bathroom. She didn’t dare raise her head, walking with one hand covering her face. Once inside the bathroom, all hell broke loose. Another spurt jetted out and another, as she tried to open the door of the cubicles. But all were occupied. She squatted down in despair, grunting and breathing shallow. Her muscles seemed to be on fire. She had overestimated her capacity and an accident seemed imminent. The world around her shrank down to that little, stressed pee hole of hers somehow still withholding her pent-up pee.
     
    After an eternally long minute, a door opened. “Ma’am are you ok? What’s happening, Yoline?” A girl was shaking Yoline, who was still squatted in front of the cubicle. It took her a few more spurts to get back into senses, “Pee – pee, I need to p-pee!” She inadvertently blurted out. The girl understood her situation and helped her to get to a cubicle. Once inside Yoline was rapidly panting, her legs bouncing and twisting frivolously. She yanked down the zip of her skirt with such brute force that her manicured nails chipped off. Her clenched butt draped under the semi-transparent undies hovered and gushed over the WC. Her bladder didn’t give her a chance to even sit – it simply tore through her sphincter. She hurriedly tried to pull her undies down, but they won’t budge. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” She cursed herself and wrestled with the duct tape tied around her waist to secure the undies tightly to her skin. Her torrent was unrelenting, and she tore open the duct tape nearly ripping her skin.
     
    “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh”, Yoline groaned with pleasure as her vigorously rubbed her clit, while her hot pee splashed and gurgled through her fingers. Eyes half open and drool dripping from her lips. The sound of her pissing shocked the ladies outside. They hushed and giggled as the outpour continued. A steady stream of pee gurgled into the WC, splashing her butt. Her heartbeat gradually returned to normalcy. After a 50 second performance she stood up with a bitter mood. She yanked wet damp undies up and wiggled back in her maroon skirt. She glared herself at the mirror while washing her hands. “You pathetic loser!” She kept murmuring to herself and furiously unlocked her mobile app. A timer was running on it. She clicked on it and her screen flashed with a number “9H 15M”. She begrudgingly returned to her cabin.
     
    Once the door was shut, she couldn’t hold herself back. “WHY CAN’T I HOLD MY PEE FOR EVEN 10 HOURS! FUCKING IDIOT!” She screamed at herself and turned around. A chill went down her spine. Darius stood there looking at her in disbelief. “Fuck! I forgot” She whispered. Her face reddened and throat dried.
     
    “Looks like you forgot I was here Yoline.” Darius broke the awkward silence. His manly voice sending her in a fit of orgasms.
     
    “I. . .I can do whatever I want in my cabin. Keep this to yourself or else I will get you thrown out.” Yoline came back with a shaky distracted voice. “Is he having a boner?”, she couldn’t believe it. For the first time in her life, a guy had a raging boner by her mention of pee.
     
    “Relax. I am your new ‘PERSONAL’ assistant, Darius. Remember?” Making air quotes in his hand. “Besides I would actually be disappointed if you wouldn’t try to hold it. I like my bosses - strong” She gulped down her throat. This hunk of a man was her personal assistant and someone who encouraged her to hold it on their very first meet.  “Oh yeah! Yeah of course. I am strong. I will make sure to live up to your expectations” She sheepishly smiled as she felt her undies squelching with her juices.
     
    Chapter 2 - Yoline’s Birthday
    Yoline’s libido was taking decisions on her behalf now. Right from the next day she arranged a small table inside her lavish cabin for him and a brand-new laptop. He gladly accepted it. And as his first action, he acquired access to her calendar.
     
    “Hmmm… What are these yellow and blue dots on the calendar?” He asked Yoline as he synced it to his phone.
    “They are nothing, just ignore them.” Yoline’s face was red as a tomato.
     
    As days progressed, he observed a few peculiarities of Yoline. Every morning around 9 a new yellow dot would appear on the calendar. Throughout the morning, she would sip water from her calibrated jug and enter something in her phone. Right after that a blue dot would appear on the calendar again and more soul or follow with each glass of water. The more the number of blue dots on her calendar, the more flustered she would get. He heard her faint moans as she worked, her hands always below the table. By the lunch time she would be very restless and fidgety. After lunch, she always had her hands under the desk after lunch time. The cabin would fill with the creaking sound of her chair rocking back and forth. The office-girl would come and re-fill her jug and soon more blue dots appeared on the calendar. As she got more frantic – she would sit, pace around, and again sit down. The creaking sound increasing every minute. Her responses would be mono-syllabic and forehead glistening with sweat. Between 3 to 4pm everyday she would dart out of the room faster than an Olympian. Upon returning she keyed something in her phone, which created another yellow door on the calendar. Every time he asked her where she would rush to every afternoon, he got only dodgy answers from her. “Getting a coffee”, “I got a phone call”, “The delivery guy is here”. 
     
    Deep down he knew what she was up to. His manhood would immediately throb non-stop merely looking at her bulge underneath her formals. This game of yellows and blues continued even after the office hours. Unlike Yoline he only touched himself once he was at home. There were sparks flying between them. A bit of flirting here and there, a bit of touching, a bit of hugging.  Her clothes got tighter, neckline plunged and push up bras became a norm. He started wearing her favourite cologne and bought her flowers each day. All they needed was a trigger. 
     
    One night Darius saw a yellow dot pop up on his phone. A cunning idea struck his mind. He suddenly dialled Yoline on the pretext of some office work. As he guessed, he heard the sound of the flush going on faintly in the background. Darius’s suspicion for confirmed that Yoline had a strict schedule for hydration and bathroom breaks. That night he beat his manhood so much that he smelt of cum long after he was done. On the other hand, Yoline felt so naughty hearing his voice during such a private moment, that she drained all her vibratory.
     
    “I WANT HER”, Darius determined himself. He devised a plan which started a day prior to her birthday.
     
    He deliberately picked her up early in the morning, before the first yellow dot appeared on the calendar. He caught Yoline off-guard and didn’t let her take her urgently needed morning pee. Right after they got to the office, he executed the next step, a long overdue townhall with employees in the first half followed by a critically important meeting in the afternoon – a meeting that would decide the future of Yoline’s magazine house. He didn’t let her step aside even for a second. Even lunch was served right on her table. Throughout the afternoon, he kept her on her toes.. “It’s going to be a blue dot day Yoline”, he smirked to himself as the office-girl kept her coffee mugs always filled to the brim. Around 4, when Yoline was crossing and re-crossing her legs frantically. As soon as someone suggested taking a break, she stood up. “DAMN! I need to act fast.” She thought to herself.
     
    Darius however held her hand firmly. “Yoline, you gotta pee? We still need to finalize the concluding slides.”
     
    His firm grip and commanding tone made her surrender, “N-no of course not! I can hold it” She clenched herself as hard as could. Each time her bladder spasmed she felt her juices leaking into her undies. The fabric was sticky and cold. Every time she crossed and un-crossed her legs, the moistness rubbed against her labia. She felt butterflies in her stomach. “The pressure feels so good. I just want to cum on it – pleassseeee!” Her inner voice was begging to her own self. She could barely form sentences and embarrassingly faltered while delivering a long ass presentation. Had it not been for Darius they would have lost the contract. By 6 in the evening, the meeting came to a successful closure, and they won the contract. As soon as the investors left, Yoline sprang from her seat. Her back arched forward, one hand unbuttoning her pencil skirt and legs trembling. “TIME FOR A PISS-CUM NOW!” Yoline tried to hobble out of the room.
     
    “Where are you going Yoline?” Darius asked, his tone more commanding than inquiring.
     
    “I just needed, I remembered, I f-forgot to my phone at my desk.” Despite all her fatal attraction towards Darius, she couldn’t admit her need to pee and otherwise to him.
     
    “Oh, don’t be silly. It’s right in your pocket.”
     
    Darius held her hand and took her straight to the parking. “C’mon now, we are celebrating today.” Yoline was frantic now. A big spurt escaped into her undies as she got into his car. Her hands flew down to her crotch, brazenly. AAs her fingers rubbed her pussy, a current of desperation and arousal electrified her body. Darius was salivating at that sight. A tent formed in his pants. “Yoline don’t do that. People are looking.” He gently removed her hands and fastened the seat belt. “Ow!” Yoline yelped.
     
    Darius smirked, “Why are you so tense Yoline?”
     
    She bit her lips tightly, “I AM HOLDING A LAKE AND TSUNAMI OF CUM INSIDE!” Only if he could hear her inner screams. All she could manage to say was, ““I … It’s nothing.” She then signaled him to drive. After an hour of crawling in the peak traffic, they reached a pub. “W-why are we here Darius?” Her words were shaky.
     
    “Well, did you really think I wouldn’t know?” Darius pointed towards the neon signs. “Unlimited beer for birthday girls.” She winced at the mere mention of ‘Beer’.
     
    “You seem antsy, Yoline. Any problem?” Darius seemed to challenge her. She didn’t want to upset Darius who was the only person to remember her birthday and also took her. She vigorously nodded her head saying, “N-no. I will be fine.” Insider her mind she was screaming, “I AM BURSTING TO PEE!”  Her desperation had reached new heights but her prospect of jacking off was dwindling down.
     
    Once inside, Darius got her to sit on a high stool. She could feel his gaze piercing down her crotch and her tightly clad body. He placed his hand at the small of her back, “It’s her birthday – let the beers flow.” She nervously smiled and grabbed the chilled pint of beer. Her bladder angrily spasmed forcing her to squish her legs together. That however led to a domino effect on her clit. “Ohhhh GOD! I am going to explode.” Her breath was labored, and eyes fluttered. She could blow off steam from her ears. After forcing down a beer, a nasty spasm hit her badly followed by a mini orgasm. She nearly jumped off the stool and tried to rush to the ladies. But Darius wasn’t going easy today. He pretended not to hear her and pulled her to the dance floor. He began to groove to the music, cunningly aware about Yoline's internal struggles. She, on the other hand, was torn between getting up close with him and making a run for the bathroom. As the rhythm caught pace, Darius spun her around. Yoline was caught off-guard. A few more drops leaked her confinement. “DON’T PEE! DON’T PEE! DON’T PEE!” She tried to distract herself with thoughts of arousal. But the torture continued as he pulled her close and started to rub himself to her back. His manly grip was firm on her waist. Even if she resisted he made her grind, twist, and bend. Her arousal and desperation kept climbing higher. In a foggy state of mind, she downed a few more ‘Darius-insisted-beers’.
     
    Yoline was in bladder crisis mode. She smiled through gritted teeth as she attempted to keep up with her grind with Darius. After her 7th beer, her tortured bladder couldn’t take any more. A huge spurt leaked, forming a tennis ball sized patch on her skirt. Her face turned red with embarrassment as her crotch felt the sudden warm sensation. She cast a glance at the ladies room. The line could go to the moon. She only has a few minutes to act. “D-Darius, I don’t feel good. Can we p-please go home?” Darius pretended not to notice the wet patch on her pencil skirt.
     
    “Are you alright?”, Darius asked, fully knowing that she was not.
    “I had too many beers, I just feel nauseous.” She squeaked. Though aroused like never before, she knew her bursting need to pee had far exceeded her greed to cum.
    “I understand.. Let’s go to my place, it’s closer,” Darius played his masterstroke. She tried her best to avoid it but every word she spoke weakened her control. Once they reached his place, Darius gave her a tall glass of lemon juice and some light food.
    “W-why the lemon juice?” She asked horrified.
    “To eliminate the alcohol effects BABE”, he said, suggestively.
     
    Not wanting to offend him Yoline downed all of it. The pressure was getting so unbearable that pulled the waistband of her skirt away from her bulge. As the cool of the lemonade hit her bladder, another spasm hit her. “I can flood his apartment right now.” She thought. “D-Darius, my clothes stink. Do you have anything I can wear?”, she frantically came up with an excuse.
     
    “Of course. Come with me”, He took her to his bedroom and pulled her into his walk-in wardrobe full of soft satin shirts. “You can change here.” He quickly came out before she could say anything. Inside the room she was pulling her hair. Her heart beating in her ears. She yanked down her unforgiving pencil skirt, which had mercilessly flattened her bladder. “Jeez I look pregnant”, she wept as her eyes fell on the mirror reflecting her bruised skin and her distended bladder. Another spurt pushed past iron control landing onto her crumpled clothes.
     
    Her labia were swollen, and a strange pulsation overcame her suddenly. Without a second thought she started rubbing herself vigorously. With a bladder containing nearly a day’s worth of pee, she came in quick session. She was on the floor, with her legs spread apart and her fingers squishing, tapping, circling, and rubbing herself like no tomorrow. It didn’t take her long before her long awaited mega-orgasm of the day started building up. After two painfully long minutes her body finally convulsed to a cataclysmic orgasm. Her eyes rolled back, mouth wide open gasping for hair. Her legs shook violently, and toes curled as her fingers ravaged her wet sticky pussy leaking with pee. And then BOOM! She exploded. A thick semi-solid slime of her juices oozed out of her throbbing pussy. It leaked out of her tight underwear and started to spread on her legs and then onto the floor. Before she could exhale another one erupted and she groaned with pleasure. It sounded more like a scream outside the door.
     
    “Yoline, are you alright?” Darius called out for her, breaking her trance. She hurriedly sprang out of the wardrobe. Her hand still cupping her leaky pussy. When she spotted the bathroom door, she nearly cried in joy. She waddled towards it, thighs squishing against each other. Her hand was just an inch away from the door know when Darius grabbed her hand,
     
    “That’s the bathroom silly. The bedroom’s through the opposite door.” Darius proceeded and then suddenly stopped, “Wait, I will just put your clothes in the washer first.” A chill went down her spine. “What if he touched the wet patch on her clothes? What if he stepped on my cum? What if they stank?” Yoline panicked and hobbled right behind him. But it was too late. Darius picked up her bunch of clothes stained with her freshly oozed cum and and warmed with pee. He slowly turned to Yoline, “W-wait I can pee..I mean explain.” She was absolutely frantic now. Her legs never still for a moment, body drenched with sweat and bladder pushing down her undies obscenely low.
     
    “Yoline... Your underwear’s wet too. What can you possibly explain? Did you just wet yourself in my home?”
    “I... I... Am sorry. It’s coming out. I have.. Haven’t peed since yesterday dinner.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I.. I didn’t want you to think that I.. I am weak.”
     
    “So, what now?”, Darius slowly removed his shirt and picked her up. She yelped in despair and a strong jet of pee gushed out onto his hands. “Hold it,” he commanded. Her face went blue with the strain of clenching. He brought her out of the room, each step hitting her bladder like a hammer. A cake was kept on the table.
     
    “Darius, you didn’t have to do this?” Yoline grabbed herself tightly as he gently placed her on the couch. The drips were coming out steadily now, like a leaking faucet. “C’mon now.. Cut the cake.” Darius extended his hand. Her eyes welled up. “I want to... But if I take my hands away, I... I might explode.” A huge boner formed in his pants instantly much to her surprise.
     
    “Yoline, you got to decide. What’s more important for you – peeing or this?” He pointed towards his stretched humongous bulge. Yoline’s pupils dilated at the prospect. For the first time since the morning, she was not thinking about taking a pee. She drooled greedily. Darius knew that look. “Pee or FUCK?” Darius slowly unbuttoned his jeans. “FUCK. . .FUCK ME HARD DARIUS!” She couldn’t resist his charm anymore. The next moment he carried the spurting and leaking Yoline to his master bedroom and pinned her down on the bed. The white bedsheets were immediately stained with patches of pee wherever she landed her quivering pussy.
     
    Darius began teasing her. He slowly rubbed and tapped his thick warm fingers on her throbbing squelching pussy still wrapped under the tight wet undies of her. With the other hand he pressed on her bladder, gradually increasing force. Yoline’s body, shining with sweat writhed in front of him. Before she knew Darius was all over her. His fingers tapped, and squeezed and rubbed and tickled her constantly squirting pussy. Her eyes rolled up and fingers clawed into his shoulders and arms as he ravaged her with his tongue.  Minutes turned into hours, his face got drenched with her pee and cum, which he deliciously licked. It was 3 in the morning now. “Darius! I want you” She pleaded. Her words could barely reach his ears. But he was ever attentive. He whipped down his pants and briefs, sheathed a condom on his veiny dick, already dripping with pre-cum. She screamed in ecstasy as he thrusted himself into her juicy pussy.
     
    “GODDD! IT IS TEARING ME APART!” Yoline gasped as he filled her with her organ slowly. But Yoline was far too eager. She grabbed his butt and pulled him closer. He got the cue and rammed his manhood all at once. The entire block heard her scream of pleasure as he pounded her. His dick was squeezed tightly inside her warm, clenched organ. “Wow! I feel like there’s a bowling ball inside.” Darius whispered to a whimpering Yoline. The nerve endings inside her were overloading her brain with pleasure and pain at once. He savoured the fullness of her bladder as his tip rubbed and poked her bladder. On the outside her kept a firm hand on the apex of her bulge. Little did she know he was a machine when it came to fucking.  Hardly 2 or 3 thrusts later, her brain froze. Her body was solely under his command and every few thrusts caused a shattering orgasm for her, more intense than the previous. Plop, plop, cum – plop, plop, squirt. Only when his alarm rang Darius realized he had been hammering her all night without a break. He snoozed the alarm and passionately smooched the dazed Yoline.
     
    “Don’t stop please. One more.” She groggily said, still in trance.
     
    “If I thrust you once more, you would die Yoline,” he gently whispered and pulled his veiny dick out of her, making a loud pop out. She gasped for air, back arched and hands grabbing the bedsheet. The cum over his dick could be collected into a bowl. With a smirk and a still unrelenting boner, he helped her clean and bath. When she came out fully awake, her eyes fell on the bedroom. It was destroyed just like her swollen oozing womanhood. Every inch of the bed was wet and smelled of pee – when she pressed it with her hand, pee pooled around her fingers. “I – I am so sorry about this Darius”, she could feel her cheeks burning as he hugged her from behind. His dick squishing against her clenched butt. “Did you like it though?” Yoline slowly turned her head towards him but not quite looking directly into his eyes.
     
    “You tell me, how was it? It was in your wish to get fucked on a full bladder.” Darius whispered in her ears.
    “How did you know?” Yoline gasped as he pulled her tighter to fondle her.
    “You gave access to your calendar and notes, including the personal ones, Yoline. So, tell me everything. . .”
     
    “Honestly, it was the best sex I ever had in the decade,” She could feel her cheeks burning., “All of my boyfriends grossed out at the idea of me holding my pee while having sex or they would simply stop when I would start leaking.” Yoline turned towards him, “No body really understood but I LOVE HOLDING MY PEE. The rush, the tingle, the waves of pleasure it brings, is just mind-blowing. I have a small bladder and I try to restrict myself to only three pees a day. But once I cross my scheduled time, pleasure turns into panic, and I start leaking.”
     
    “I can help you train if you want. You held for 24 hours last night; I am sure you can smash records.” Darius confidently said.
    “Will you train me? I would love to hold more and more. It’s my dream to live on only one pee a day, endure my screaming bladder for the entire time we make love and still not pee.” Yoline smooched Darius. “I will be your trainee. You be my coach. SHOW-NO-MERCY.”
    “Consider it done” Darius threw her on the drenched bed again, making love for the entire day.
     
    Chapter 3 - The Training Begins – Break
    Next day, when Yoline arrived at the office after her usual 8AM pee, her jaws dropped to the ground. “What have you done to this place?” She looked at Darius with disbelief. He transformed her office overnight - Yoline’s large wooden office desk was replaced by a transparent glass desk. The cabinets were moved away from her too. The opaque glass sheets were torn apart giving the entire office floor a clear view of the inside. When she arrived at the office she was shockingly looked at him.
     
    “Well, you ASKED me to train your bladder. All this is a part of your Rubber-bladder-crash course. We break, build, push, and sustain.” Darius pulled the chair for her, “Here’s what’s going to happen. You will drink as I say and obey my command.” She remembered about the last night and quickly complied to him. “I am always up for a good challenge. I can hold it easily for 8-9 hours. I want you to make it harder than just changing my office.” Excitement gleamed in her eyes.
     
    “Even schoolgirls can hold it for 8 hours. You will beg me for a pee, sooner than you think.”
     
    She lustfully nodded while Darius poured her the first glass of water. Little did she know what was coming for her. As she put the glass to her lips, he already poured the second one. He made sure that she downed even the last drop from both the glasses. She shifted in her seat as the water bloated her belly into her belly. Half hour into the day, the first pangs started tingling in her bladder. “This can’t be good”, she thought to herself. During the first meeting with the department heads came another two cups of tea. He discreetly slid it to her and even before she knew they were making its way into her bladder. While coming out of the meeting room, Darius asked, “By now you must be feeling quite some pressure down there Yoline, isn’t it?” For her it was not just the nagging pressure, but her arousal kicked in too.
     
    Once back in the cabin, he promptly dropped the temperature of the air conditioning by a couple of degrees and took away her blazer. The cool of the AC made her shudder and before she knew she was already fanning her legs. Half an hour later, she slouched on the chair and put her right hand below the desk. “Hands on desk Yoline. Everyone can see you.” She quickly realized her mistake and straightened herself. “Let’s fill you up more.” He called in the office-girl and instructed her to fill the jug. The office girl strutted in and ruthlessly poured water in the jug. Yoline gulped down as she saw the water level rose beyond the 2000ml mark. “All of it needs to be gone by the noon.” She looked at the clock, it was just 11AM. “Are you nervous?” Darius challenged her.
     
    “N-No”, Yoline forced a smile, “Still too easy for me.” But at the back of her mind, she was like, “I AM GOING TO BURST TODAY.” By noon, she had her legs tightly crossed and one hand resting in her lap again. “You know, working with one hand makes you slow.” Darius taunted. She nodded and removed her hand from her lap. Then came the lunch time. Yoline was blowing steam out of her ears. Her legs squishing and squirming tightly.
     
    “How do you feel Yoline?” Darius asked as he led her out to the cafeteria. “G-good. It tingles.” Came a blushed reply from her. Once in the lift they rested against the wall of the lift-car, behind everyone else. “Are you enjoying it?” He asked as he pulled the waistband of her skirt tightly. She gasped for air – her bladder sent pangs down to her pee hole and she felt herself getting wet immediately.
     
    “But I want more. Make it harder for me.” She dared despite knowing that the pressure was eventually going to surpass her arousal.
    “I have taken care of that.”
     
    Yoline’s eyes widened in horror as he bought her lunch and juices, “I will drown in all that juice Darius.”  He smirked back at her, “someone was saying – make it harder.”  Without much resistance she quietly downed the juices. Each sip made its presence felt in the bladder. By 2pm they returned to her cabin. Thanks to the jugful of juice, her pussy was on fire now. He could see her butt clenching under her skin-hugging skirt. Her body arched forward as she waddled closer to her table. But alas, her chair was missing.
     
    “Where’s the fucking chair?” Yoline’s eyes darted around.
    “No chair for the rest of the afternoon.”
    “Darius, I need the chair?”
    “Why?”
    “Because I . . I need to,” Her face was beet red, “A girl has her own needs, OKAY? If I don’t feel myself it gets difficult to hold.”
     
    “I am in command Yoline,” Darius slowly landed himself in his chair. “You may now continue your day standing. If you want the chair, impress me?” She nervously nodded and pretended to work. Truth be told, she was trying to find ideas to convince him. “I can’t handle all this pee, without a little play-time. Its throbbing so hard.” Then in a flash of the moment an idea struck her mind, “What if I drink more voluntarily and act strong? May be then he will be impressed and return my chair?”
     
    Yoline turned to Darius, “You know what, I am not desperate enough. I am going to drink more now.” The next moment she finished the remaining half of her jug and kept the empty jug on Darius’s table. “Oooh, look at my bulge now. It is so hard and throbbing - just how you like it. Can I get the chair NOW Darius?” He ogled at her from head to toe. Her slightly dishevelled hair, the sweat on her face and neck, the bands of her bra tightly imprinted against her shirt, her swollen bladder, her clenched fists, her tightly glued legs. “He is so hot! I wonder if he is undressing me with his eyes.” She bit her lips in anticipation.
     
    “Yoline, I ain’t that easy. So, you don’t get a chair till we get home.”
     
    A chill went down her spine. Her stunt failed miserably, and her kidneys pumped her bladder with fury. Within half an hour, her body language changed rapidly from ‘squirmy’ to a full-blown pee-pee dance. She had consumed almost twice the liquid than she normally would and had not felt a relief for the past 10 hours. It was a dangerous territory for her. Work was out of window now and she spent the rest of the day pacing in the room, hands on her waist and legs trembling. Any file that came to her got marked with sweat dripping from her forehead. As the clock ticked 6pm, she expectantly looked at Darius.
     
    Her lips trembled, “Darius, it’s getting bad. Can I please take a pee now? I haven’t gone since the morning. I don’t want to wet myself here in office” The fullness of her bladder had long surpassed her need to cum. The force of pee was hammering the walls of her bladder. She was huffing and puffing. Her shirt clung to her body with sweat. Face red with strain. The extra liter of water had added itself to the copious volume already contained in her bulging midsection. Her bladder was swollen outwardly in a way that it seemed like a separate attachment to her body.
     
    “That’s easy. Don’t pee and you will save some grace.” Darius remained unfazed.
     
    For the rest of the two hours, Yoline just couldn’t work anymore. One moment she hopped from one foot to the other, her movements growing more erratic. The other moment she cradled her bladder bulge in both hands with her legs pressed together. Her right foot then raised slightly off the floor, to plant it to the other side of her left foot and cross her legs tightly. “No crossing your legs. BEHAVE YOURSELF!” She almost shot a spurt, but she somehow managed to stem it. Even one small drop could ruin her light-beige coloured skirt. Taking a few deep breaths, she finally raised her head to meet Darius, “I’M t-trying. Can we please go home now?” She seemed as if she could pop any second, but she continued to bear the gigantic load of pee inside her.
     
    “First tell me how do you feel?” He asked her as they left from office. Her reply was succinct, “It is like a bowling ball in my belly.” Darius smirked and took her to his car and drove off. Once the door thud close, Yoline didn’t wait a second. She yanked her skirt up and shoved her hands down into her sweaty crotch. She craned her neck to check her undies. “They are still d-dry”, she said with a feebly voice. “Can I please pee when we get home?”
     
    “Depends on the next challenge”, Darius said and drove off to her favourite Coffee shop, “If you really want to pee, you are going to go inside, get a take-away latte, take a fake pee in their bathroom like a normal girl, and return to the car – DRY. May be then I will think.” He then dialed her phone and answered the call and kept it in her purse. He kept listening to her as she inched towards her suicide mission. She spent the next few minutes purely on adrenaline. As she placed the order, she was visibly shaking, her legs were absolutely crushing each other. Each word that came out of her mouth, weakened her control.
     
    “C-can I use your b-bathroom please?” She begged to the Barista and the next minute she was in the bathroom. The mere sight of the white porcelain bowls shot her desperation up ten folds. With a face scrunched up she entered a cubicle, closed the lid of the WC and plopped down. She pressed her hands against the wall and crossed her legs with all her might. A buzzing noise filled her ears as she channelized all her energy towards her inflamed pee hole. She spent close to a minute there fighting the tsunamis inside her. But the inevitable finally happened. Despite all her efforts, she failed. Her willpower was not strong enough to contain the steaming liquid anymore. A jet of pee pushed past her vice like sphincter into her undies. “Nooooooo!” She gasped and shoved her hand under her skirt again. She could practically hear her heartbeat in her throat. She sprang up from the seat at once and darted out, straight towards the parking. The entire café got an eyeful of her tennis ball sized patch at the back of her skirt. She hid her face with one hand and clutched her crotch with another as she waddled towards the car. The seal was broken, and her pressure was at an all-time-high. The spurts just wouldn’t stop.

     
     
    “It’s time.” Darius said to himself and drove the car towards her. “Hold your breath, un-button your skirt and sit on your heels.” He dropped instructions like a seasoned professional and sped the car faster than a bullet to his home. Throughout the journey Yoline’s head hung low and eyes remained shut tight. 20 minutes later, she felt the car coming to a grinding halt. Darius opened the door for her and almost carried her inside. From the stained seat of the car to his couch there was a trail of pee. He yanked down her skirt and rushed inside while she writhed on the couch, sobbing and drenched with sweat. Pee kept leaking past her fingers. He then emerged from his room with a measuring jug. Her lips trembled at the prospect of finally letting go.
     
    “When did you pee today?”
    “I n-need to pee please. Give me that.” Yoline tried to extend her hand.
    “I asked when did you pee last?” He commanded.
    “7 – 7AM in the morning.” She sobbed. Darius quickly noted it down, “So it’s 9pm now. You drank almost 3 litres today. Good achievement for the first day.” He then asked her to stand up and placed the jar between her milky white thighs. “You are going to pee in this – on my mark – 3 – 2. . .” A huge jet escaped into the jar, splattering onto his fingers. “Hold it.”
     
    “I c-can’t” Tears fell from her eyes.
    “YOU-HAVE-TO”, he remained firm, “Now, let’s do it again. If you spurt again you don’t get to pee. Ok? Let’s go – 3 – 2 . . .” He paused. Yoline arched forward and dug his nails on his shoulders, her body shaking violently.
     
    “GODDAMIT JUST LET ME FUCKING PISS!” Yoline screamed.
     
    Darius chuckled, “GO NOW!” Even before he finished saying it, her flood gates opened. A thick stream of pee erupted from her womanhood and gurgled pee into the measuring jug. He was stunned at the sheer velocity at which the pee was rising in the jug. She gasped for breath as her bladder deflated and the pressure gradually subsided. Her gusher however, refused to die down yet and continued to go on. He could feel the jar getting warm as steam emanated from it. He greedily looked at the mark of the jar but there was so much froth that it was impossible to understand how much she actually peed, yet. The smell of her pee hit his nose, resulting into an even thicker boner. He continued to watch her go and finally the pee rose to such a mark that even his fingers got dipped into it. He bit his lips with excitement. After a minute of peeing her torrent turned into a trickle and then stopped. Her bladder finally emptied after 14 long torturous hours and even without her touching a huge of wave of climax hit her. Her thick cum oozed out of her drenched undies and dropped into the brimming jar. She moaned aloud and then collapsed on the couch.
     
    He gently kept the jar absolutely brimming with 1500ml of clear pee and approached the tired Yoline, still panting on the couch.
     
    “D-Did I do good?” She asked in state of semi-trance.
    “I am impressed actually.” He said seductively as he slowly peeled out her soggy underwear and unbuttoned her shirt.
    “Can I please get my reward now?”
    “You read my mind. . .” Darius wasted no time and started giving her a ‘SERVICE’ that she so desperately craved.
     
    To be continued. . .
     
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    Frooger reacted to Rexone_312 in Rexone Story Commissions   
    Hi Omo Lovers! I am back with a bang with a project that I am absolutely thrilled to work on. If you like long, intense, voluminous holds with absolutely nail-biting, prolonged female pee desperation, meet our heroine - Yoline and her lover Darius. 
    Meet Yoline:

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    Frooger reacted to huberp76 in Mining Season   
    D
    She should realize that it would not work without to mess and to wet the car, her shorts and her hands . She did not have any routine with that, but she has routine to hold it.
    Until now she did not even squat anywhere beside the road to water the trees, until then she did not even use a dirty toilet and now she should piss in a cup???
    No!!! She should hold it, she is a big girl, she can do that!!  No wee for her, no matter how bad it will get!!
     
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    Frooger reacted to FullBladder85 in Mining Season   
    B - she lets a little bit of the pressure off in the cup, but with her bad aim she makes such a mess that she decides to hold the rest in.
    Also glad to see this continuing again.
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    Frooger reacted to FullBladder85 in Tiny Stories and Poems (of Desperation!)   
    Note: This is an expanded version of a 280 character story I wrote in the Very Short Stories thread.
    ---
    (Morning Pee Hold)
    "They say it's good to hold your morning pee in for a while, especially when you need it quite badly early in the morning" I reminded my wife as she made her way to the toilet.
    "I'm well aware darling, that's what you told me the other day, and I've been dutifully following your advice, I still haven't taken yesterday morning's pee yet! My poor heavily stretched bladder has been filling to the brim for over 24 hours, so if you wouldn't mind I'm quite desperate to go take a very badly needed pee now!" she countered, rubbing her poor uncomfortably swollen bladder.
    "That sounds like all the more reason why you should skip your morning pee dear, it's better exercise when your bladder is really full after holding it in for a really long time. Surely you can at least hold it in for a few more hours" I pointed out. She groans and shoves her fists into her crotch.
    "Darling please, my bladder is so painfully overstretched with yesterday's unreleased piss. I drank at least 8 large glasses of water throughout the day yesterday just like you suggested, with each one swelling my poor heavily swollen bladder out farther. Just brushing my teeth last night while standing right next to the toilet that I wasn't supposed to use was torture on my poor throbbing little pee hole, I wanted to pee so frigging bad! And then you came in and just casually whipped your cock out and started to pee in the toilet right next to me while I was already squirming in desperation! I asked you to hurry up and finish peeing so that I could plop myself down on that toilet seat and take my belated morning pee before bed! But you said that since I'd been able to hold it all day that I ought to try to keep holding it overnight if I could, so that's what I did!".
    "And I'm glad that you didn't give into that temptation to pee last night dear" I say as I reach out a hand to her visibly swollen bladder bulge. She lets me gently press on it, it's rock hard to the touch. "Holding your morning pee in for over 24 hours is quite an accomplishment dear. I'm pleased to see just how swollen your bladder has gotten; it shows that you kept your healthy fluid intake up all day yesterday, even as it got harder to hold it when your bladder grew heavier and heavier throughout the day. But I still think that a healthy young lady like you ought to be able to keep holding all that pent up urine in her heavily swollen bladder for at least another 24 hours dear".
    My wife sighs in exasperation, she wants to do nothing more than hurry to our toilet and take her long overdue morning pee, it's probably been a good 32 hours since she's last peed. But at the same time she knows I'm right that it would be better if she kept on holding it for as long as she could, after all long pee holding sessions were great exercise. She knows she's going to lose this argument; she grits her teeth and shoves her hands between her legs. "Ugh, ok fine! My bladder is so painfully swollen with over a day's worth of unreleased piss, and I need to pee so very badly, but I'll skip my morning pee and try to keep holding it for you darling!".
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    Frooger reacted to huberp76 in The willing girl!   
    Peter didn’t let her out of the bed, Susan realized that, she had to calm down and she had to stay.
    She pressed her thighs hard together, but the lemonade went more and more into her already overstretched bladder and made her urge worse and worse. 
    “Peter, Peter….” the girl whispered.
    ”What’s up!” asked Peter and did know very well about her troubles and what she wanted to say.
    “Peter, i need to wee soooo bad!“ was Susan whispering.
    “I know it and i love it!!“ answered the boy.
    The difference between imagination and reality became more and more decreasingly for Peter. He was already ready to make a girl hold her wee over her limit and to torture her bladder to the border of her endurance.
    Susan was lying on her back, Peter beside her, he had one thigh bent and lying on the girl’s lower abdomen. His knee was exactly on the girl’s bladder. He did not need to put much extra pressure on the girls bladder, just the weight of his thigh was to much for for Susan. Her poor bladder was so much overfilled that one splash was coming out of her when he pressed just a little bit.
    She balled her hands to fists, she was shaking with all her body from the effort to squeeze her slit tight for to hold her urine back.
    Peter could feel a little wetness on his other thigh which was touching Susan’s naked ass. “Have you underbred, naughty girl wetted my thigh? Have you weed my bed like a little girl?“ he asked.
    Susan pushed Peter’s knee away from her bladder and said „i can’t stand it any longer, let me to the toilet.“ 
    „You told me that you are a big girl and that you can hold it, then show it to me that you are no more a little girl hold it like big girls use to do that!
    And there is another wise saying „ good girls don’t pee“ then follow that saw and hold it!“ said Peter. 
    „How long?“ asked the from pee need suffering girl and pressed her sexy thighs hard together.
    “Until next morning.“ answered the boy.
    “Absolutely impossible, i can’t hold it not that long. I have to go now ‚said Susan.
    “You don’t have to go, you just want to go and there is a big difference. I‘ll  help you, i borrow you my finger to press your little leaking pee hole shut during the night “ teased Peter.
    They were lying for another half an hour in the bed, the rest of the lemonade went on and on to Susan’s overfilled reservoir. 
    Her bladder was up to her navel and hard as a rock. 
    Peter could feel how the skin over her bladder was stretched. He caressed the girls body on every parts where girls usually like it, he kissed her and helped her to calm down.
    Susan said „ i am needing to wee since noon, i have been holding it so long for you, but it is getting unbearable, let me to the toilet, let me finally wee. I will try to hold it next time longer , but  let me go now.“
    Peter  realized that the girl did her best to hold it and that she was at her limit, but he was so aroused and so horny that he didn’t want to let her wee before he had sex with her.
    He wanted to know how it feels to fuck a girl with so much wee inside her and with her bladder full and overstretched to explode.
    Peter tried to put her knotted legs apart, but Susan didn’t let him.
    “I can’t stand it, i’ll piss in your bed if we do that, let me wee before.” she was begging.
    ”Oh no, absolutely no you will not go to the loo and you will not piss in my bed, you will hold it like big girls do that and you will fuck like big girls do it!” said Peter and pressed her thighs apart.
    He pushed slowly his hard penis in the girls slit, where her wee wanted to come out so unbelievably urgently.
    Susan wrapped the guy’s hips with both legs and squeezed her sphincter shut with all her power.
    Peter pushed his penis  deep inside the girl and pushed from inside on her unnatural big overfilled bladder and he pressed with one hand from outside on her bulging pee ball.
    ”You wanted to get your bladder tortured, is that enough for you, or should i press deeper in your sexy belly?” asked Peter lust full and pressed harder and deeper in her abdomen.
    He could feel how she squeezed her slit around her penis with all her power to be able to keep all that urine inside her.
    The girl was moaning and groaning, she was whining from lust and pain. Never  before in her whole life she was needing to wee so badly and never before she had a orgasm as strong as this time.
    Peter’s bed was a little bit wet, maybe he pressed a few drops of wee out of her, but the biggest part of wetness was not urine.
    They did stay a few minutes in the bed “ we should do that soon again!” said Peter.
    ”Oh yes, that was painful but great, but now i HAVE to piss!!” answered the girl and knotted her sexy legs again.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Peter was surprised about Susan’s words. One one hand it was turning him on that she was ready to hold her wee for him and about that she was willing to let him torture her bladder, but on the other hand he was a little bit overstrained with that situation.
    He  was not the type of master and dominator, he was basically nice and gentle, except his fetish to make girls hold their wee, even it  is getting painful for them.
    He realized that there is i great differences between imagination and reality. In his fantasy he would be able to make a girl hold until she gets nearly crazy from needing to wee so bad, in his dreams he could torture a girl’s bladder without any limits, but now in reality he realized that he would not be able to do that.
    Until then he had experiences where he did not stop as  long as possible at car trips to let a girl do a much needed wee,  or he scheduled at dates that the girls didn’t get a chance to wee for hours on end, to see her desperate.
    He did love to hear them moaning and he did love to see them cross their legs and press their hands between their thighs, he could not get enough of it.
    At this experiences he had to be always active and had to plan and to schedule situations where girls could not go to the toilet, but now it was different, he had to do nothing, he didn’t have to prevent that Susan would go to the toilet, because she was holding it on its own and she would let him torture her bladder, she was lying beside him and let him own her body.
    He did like that situation as well, he did like it to see Sue’s bladder bulging out of her flat and sexy belly, he did love to imagine how much wee she is holding back inside her, but it lost a little bit of appeal and attraction for him that she was holding it by her own will. 
    It is  more arousing for him if a girl tell‘s him that she is needing to wee so bad, if she is begging for a loo and he can make her hold and wait longer , much longer for some faked circumstances and therefore it would have turned on more if Susan wanted to go and he didn’t let her.
    Peter had to turn the situation and he had a good opportunity for that, Susan wanted be made to hold, she wanted to get her bladder tortured, her wishes should become true.
    ”I think you should drink something that you not get dehydrated.” said Peter and smiled, went to the kitchen and brought her a large lemonade.
    ” I have so much pressure in my bladder, i am needing to wee so urgently, i can’t drink some more, i have no more space  in my poor bladder.” said Susan.
    ”Sure you can drink and sure you will drink !
    Your strong bladder can get fuller, it can expand and stretch, it can get bigger and it will be bigger when you are ready with this drink.” said Peter and  did give her the large glass in her hand.
    They changed over from Peter’s living room to his bedroom.
    Before they laid down in his bed he hugged  her, took her little ass in both hands and pressed her belly against his lower abdomen.
    His hard penis pressed so hard on her swollen bladder that Susan gasped for breath from needing to wee so badly.
    Susan was laying on her back and Peter with all his weight on top of her. His penis pressed hard in her belly. It was absolutely torture for her, but she wanted to get tortured and Peter did love to do it.
    He had to be careful not to cum and therefore he stopped it and knelt between the girls wonderful, sexy legs.
    Her slim, naked body was turning him on very much and her visible bladder ball between her hipbones made him totally crazy.
    ”Lift your sweet little ass.” he said and Susan did it.
    The boy pulled slowly, nearly in slow motion, her little panties down over her thighs.
    The first time he could see her slit.
    The girls pussy was exactly how Peter likes it, shaved and smooth closed lips.
    Peter could not resist, to kiss the girls cunt and to push two fingers deep inside her.
    ”I have to wee now, i can’t no longer, let me please to the bathroom.” said Susan with still two fingers inside her.
    ”You will go nowhere, you will stay in the bed and you will hold it, like big girls have to do that!!!” answered the boy.
     
     
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    During the time made Peter a lot of girls hold their pee. He did see them crossing their legs and hear them whining that they would urgently need to a toilet, but never before he was lying, nearly naked with a girl on the sofa, who had her bladder so much overfilled, that it was bulging out of her flat belly.
    Never before was a girl willingly holding her urine back in full bladder for him.
    The imagination that Susan was already needing to wee at lunch, that she drank so much at lunch and the time afterwards and that she still had not weed, turned him on very much.
    The circumstance, that the bathroom door was just a few steps away, the fact that it would have been so easy to stop the torture for her bladder, but that she squeezed her slit tight together to keep her wee still in for him, was very arousing for Peter.
    He kissed again her bulging bladder and said “ i am in love with that thing in your sexy belly.”
    Susan moaned about the pressure from his lips, from outside of her bladder, but she did let him do.
    ”Is it bad?” Peter asked.
    ”Bad and good in the same way. It hurts, but it feels good.” answered Susan.
    ”It feels good for you? You like it that you are needing to wee so bad that it hurts?” wanted Peter know.
    ”Sure it hurts me to suppress my urge for so long, sure my bladder hurts from being overstretched and from being forced to contain my wee from all the day, but it is another kind of pain. It hurts but it feels good and if i am honest, it turns me on very much and it makes me horny.“answered Susan.
    It was absolutely new for that girl that she was getting horny from the fullness of her own bladder, it was new for her that she was getting turned on about to get dominated by a man, who did not let her do a much needed wee, but on the other hand she did love it as well, that she was able to turn Peter on with her full bladder and her strong need to wee.
    She already started to „play „ with Peter as she told him on the way to the boat that she would need to wee, but didn’t go and was putting it off and off, all over the day.
    “You naughty little girl drive me crazy!!!
    You get horny when you need to wee so urgently? You get horny if i don’t let you go?  You are moaning full of lust if i torture your full bladder !!?? Now tell me you horny gal, what shall i do with you?“ asked Peter.
    “That is very simple, make me hold, don’t let pee, not even then when i beg you with tears in my eyes. 
    Until now, i didn’t know about my good holding performance and about how much my bladder can endure and i didn’t know how good it feels to be so very, very full .” answered Susan and pressed her belly with her swollen bladder against Peter’s hipbone to torture her own bladder and herself.
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    Thank you very much for the interest. The trip lasted all day from early morning to late night. Rather than writing a short description here, I will write it as a separate story when I get a free time. (Currently I'm busy with a commissioned story) I will definitely mention you when I write my experience. It's a promise 
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    A quarter of an hour they still didn’t sleep. „I need to wee so bad.“ whispered Sue.
    “I know, but you are my strong, brave girl, you will for sure be able to hold it until tomorrow.“ answered Peter.
    At the same time, he did think about how much he pissed just a half an hour before and he did imagine, how big the girls bladder must have become, to contain all that urine.
    He did think that her young, slim body must have  produced more urine over the day, than his body, because he made her drink on purpose more than he drank , especially during they watched the videos.
    Sue was needing to wee all the time, during they watched the videos, but she is no more a little girl, who is needing to beg for to stop the video, only for to let her pee.
    She was old enough to suppress her urge and to control her bodily needs.
    She is strong enough to have a full bladder and to drink nevertheless, but she did not know, that she would not get a chance to wee before sleeping.
    She must now have simply more urine in her bladder, than he pissed before, she must simply need to wee worth, than he before and there was still so much on the way to her bladder, though Peter and could feel how his penis was getting hard as a bone.
    “I am needing to wee since we came to your home, i am not sure that i can hold it until tomorrow, i need to go really, really bad.“ said Sue, with a worried voice.
    “Oh you poor, i should have told you my situation earlier, then you could have gone at the fast food, before we did leave.“ canted Peter.
    Never ever, had Peter told her to use the loo at McDonalds, he wanted to bring her home, with her bladder full from the day and he wanted to make her drink and he wanted to fill her bladder full to explode, before he would fuck her very hard  on her bursting full urine balloon.
    “Is it really so bad?“ asked Peter with simulated pity.
    “Oh yes, it is bad and it is already hurting , it must be bad, i did not wee since 13 hours.“ answered the girl desperate.
    “I don’t know whether 13 hours are much for a big girl?
    I did read somewhere that girls are generally good in pee holding and that some girls can bear up 24 hours and much longer without a single pee.“ answered Peter.
    “I never heard that and i can’t even believe it.“ said Sue.
    “How long was your longest time without a wee?“ wanted Peter know, full of lust and his boner between her ass and her thighs.
    “I don’t know it and i don’t even want to think about  my longest hold, with my bladder that full.
    You must help me, i impossible can hold it until tomorrow morning after 8!
    Bring me a bucket, or something else, where i can empty my bladder, i have to let it out, let me wee anywhere into.“ was the poor girl begging.
    Sure that Peter could have brought her something for to wee in, but that was the last thing, what he wanted to do.
    The best place for a girl’s wee, is her overfilled, bursting full bladder and therefore he said „sorry, i really can’t help you, i don’t have something where you can wee in, there is no other way for you, then to hold it inside of you until tomorrow.“ answered Peter and caressed bulging bladder.
    “That is absolutely not fair, you have peed, but i have to hold it.“ said Sue, a little bit disappointed and angry about her bad situation.
    “You are my strong girl, you can do that, but  we should sleep now, if you are sleeping, you don’t feel that you are needing to wee.“ said Peter and pressed on her full bladder, to make her moan.
     
     
     
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    Peter get’s  turnend on so much if a girl is holding her wee for a very long period of time.
    The longer she doesn’t pee, the fuller her bladder becomes , the more he gets aroused. 
    He always tries to devise situations where girls gets no opportunities to go to the toilet.
    Since a few weeks he was dating a new girl and as always, he noted the pee habits of the new girl.
    Sue, was her name.  Sue did not use a toilet during their previous dates and Peter did love that, because he loved girls with a good bladder control much more than weak girls who runs every 2 hours to the toilet.
    Into the bargain are strong girls much better to use for his special lust, for to make them hold and wait.
    At their last date, they were spending the afternoon together and went then for a dinner. Before they were leaving the restaurant, she said  that she would need to wee pretty urgently, but that she would put it off until she is at home.
    Peter did love to hear that, it was like music in his ears and it made him horny at the moment.
    He did take a long time to bring her home with his car and he did use a long time for to kiss her goodbye for to make her hold her full bladder longer.
    Peter was 18,  he still lived in the house of his parents.He had a kind of a little apartment in the house for his own, but he had not an extra bathroom.
    He invited Sue for to stay overnight and she agreed.
    They spent the afternoon in a shopping mall, for shopping and for drinking coffee and something else, in a coffee shop .
    Later they had a early dinner in a fast food and then they went  to his apartment.
    Both of them had not used a toilet since they met.
    Peters parents was out for a dinner as they arrived at the house.
    Peter and Sue were lying on a large sofa and watched a video. He did always care that she had enough to drink and that her bladder was getting fuller.
    After a while came his parents back and was watching tv at the living room.
    Peter and Sue were kissing and cuddling, he caressed her breast, her belly, her thighs and that was the girl had between her thighs.
    They already watched the second video, as Peter felt that his urge to pee was getting stronger.He thought that Sue must have felt the same after holding her urine since so long.
    He wanted to test her and the fullness of her bladder and therefore he lay his head at her belly, exactly at her bladder.
    He did use her full, swollen, firm, but still soft peeball as pillow. He pressed and rolled his head on and in her belly, to put extra pressure from outside on her bladder.
    ”Be careful, don’t press to hard on my full bladder.” said the girl, but did not ask for a toilet.
    Peter was absolutely aroused about that situation, but didn’t want to have sex with her, because he wanted to stay horny.
    ”I think it’s time for to sleep.” said Peter after the end of the second video.
    ”Oh yeah, it’s really getting late, but before i need to go to the toilet.” said Sue.
    ”That will be a little problem.” said Peter.”
    My parents are very religious, they don’t allow me to take a girl overnight to my room. They must not know that you are here, therefore you will have to wait with the toilet until they leave the house at 8 in the morning, but i think that will not be a big problem for you.” Peter continued.
    ”I think that will become a problem, i have not been to the toilet since before noon, my bladder is very full and i need to wee quite badly.” answered Sue.
    “I know that you have not been since before noon, but i know as well that you girls are very good in pee holding . I am sure that you can easily wait until tomorrow,” said Peter and started to undress the girl.
    Peter did stay dressed and said that he will go just to the living room, to say his parents good night.
    In reality his parents did not care about if he would take a girl in his room for overnight, in reality he did not have to go to say good night and in reality he did leave the room, just for to take a much needed piss.
    ”Where have you been for so long?” wanted Sue know.  “Sure you have been at the bathroom, sure you have pissed!!” said the girl. “And what is about me, i am needing to wee as well and very bad and very urgently to boot. asked Sue a little bit angry.
    ”How i said before, you are a big girl, you can hold it! I heard many times, that girls can endure a very long time without to wee, if they have to.” said Peter and stripped naked.  He pulled Sue’s little panties as well down to her feet.
    He was laying behind the girl and pressed his hard penis between her thighs.
    He could not stop to think about, that the nude girl beside him, did not wee since minimum 12 hours  and that she was suffering from needing urinate so bad, but he did suffer as well, he did suffer from horniness, he wanted to fuck her so bad, but he forced himself to wait until tomorrow morning for to have sex with her, with her bladder overfilled to explode with the urine from 20 hours.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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