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  1. Princess Jury

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    Allison is Jury's best friend since they were in 3rd grade. She likes to wear crazy outfits and die her hair weird colors. Unlike Jury, Allison is a human.
  2. View File LFCV-0002 Maid Omorashi The title tells most of the story. Enjoy. Source: https://twitter.com/ringoame_tan Submitter idt8r4dr Submitted 03/03/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Skirt
  3. View File Wetting panties front her boss This is unique part cut of panty wetting video that i finded this Maid wetting her panties of fear front her boss. Submitter ero9007 Submitted 12/19/2017 Category Peeing
  4. “So, without further ado, please welcome the newest member of the Serlean family, Katha!” A roar of applause followed the announcement, the crowd of similar-looking men and women all idolizing the newborn that was being thrust into the air. I don’t get it though, there was nothing special about it. It was just a braindead, snot-nosed baby that wasn’t going to amount to anything. In fact, it was destined to let the whole family down. But I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. My name is Katha Serlean, the 47th member of the 28th generation of the Serlean family. Why is that so important? It’s not, but I’ll tell you why my mother thinks it is. And I quote, “the Serlean family has been the greatest force of caretaking since your great-great-great…” you get the point. Every boy becomes a butler, every girl becomes a maid. I’m honestly shocked that I’m apparently the first one who isn’t on board with doing menial labor all my life. I mean, sure, I’m good at it. I had better be after the hellish boot camp we have to go through before our first home. Today was the day of my first job. I’ll even admit, I was a little excited. Past Serleans have worked for kings, emperors, presidents, hell even my cousin is in charge of the Playboy mansion. Not exactly a place I would want to be in charge of cleaning up, but hey, I’m sure he gets plenty of benefits from it. So, after hearing all that, you can imagine my dismay when I arrived at my new workplace. Just some regular, suburban house. It was barely even two stories high, with striking white siding and a gaudy purple door. Now, it had been a long trip from my childhood home to this place, so naturally I needed to use the toilet. Hey, it happens. Everyone has to go sometime, right? Well, that’s kind of where this story begins. Keeping my back straight and my need hidden, I gave the door a hard but gentle knock. No answer. So, I knocked again, a bit louder. Still nothing. I was getting a little frustrated as my bladder was really starting to bug me. This time, I really gave it my all. Now, being hired as a Serlean maid is a little different than nabbing a job washing dishes at some random guy’s apartment. You’d probably get paid more doing that. But, as you might have inferred, we take the craft very seriously. Or at least everyone else in the family does. The first thing we have to do after being approved by the current Elder for work is to find said work. This can be a painstaking process, as while the one doing the work itself doesn’t earn a whole lot, the family makes bank. So, most people don’t have the money to get even a once-over by a first-timer like me. When you do finally find a job, it’s totally anonymous, and you have to refer the person that wants to hire you to the board, which is made up of everyone too young to be the Elder and too old to push a mop. God damn I need to pee….oh, sorry. I was thinking about something else. Anyway, the board sends out a scout, who finds out every little thing about the client and their home, puts it all into a dossier, and gives it back tot the board for approval, who then give it to, in this case, me. Actually, it just occurred to me that I didn’t even bother to read it. Maybe it says I don’t have to do anything! Or at the very least I would get to repaint this ugly house. I opened up the dossier, groaning at its length, before panning its text for words that might indicate what’s going on. ‘Client will not be home, door is unlocked’. Oh. Well then. I opened the door, cursing myself for not having thought to even try it, and immediately scan for the bathroom with one eye and continue reading the dossier with the other. My reading eye caught the word ‘facilities’. God how I wish I had not read this part. ‘Facilities are off limits. STRICT ENFORCEMENT.’ If it isn’t clear enough, strict enforcement means strict enforcement. Less of a hard spanking or a dock in pay, and more like exile from the family permanently. That means your kids can’t even apply to be Serleans anymore. They even legally change your name! Like I said, they take things super seriously. Unfortunately, this was very bad news for my already aching bladder, which was only getting more full as time went on. However, don’t let it be said that I don’t know how to keep a cool head (Hehe, that rhymed). Members of the family are taught to adapt quickly to circumstances like this. Normally that would mean peeing in the kitchen sink or something, but an act like that would get my ass exiled way faster than breaking a rule on the dossier. And believe me, they always find out about that stuff. My second aunt once had to go so badly during a job like this that while she was cleaning the garage she stood over the drain and pretended to wipe down the client’s car as she relieved herself. She lives in Fresno now, painting pets for commissions. She seems happy. With no other viable option in sight, I pressed my thighs together and got to work. It was a pretty simple gig, to be honest, and I wasn’t too worried about ending up in exile. That’s until I got upstairs. The first thing I noticed was the smell. It was like a…well, there’s no point in grossing you out. Ever smelled something bad? It smelled worse. My brain started spinning, trying to think of what the source could be. The stench grew stronger as I cautiously stepped down the upstairs corridor. Most of the rooms looked tidy, at least from a glance, but there was one door that was shut. It was covered in streaks of paint, and several other substances that resembled paint. Before I could even get inside I had to wash down the door using a special scraping sponge and a bucket of water. Oh how I wanted to let my water join in…but I had to block out those kinds of thoughts, despite needing to pee worse than I ever had in my life. I was determined to wait, mainly for fear of exile but partly because the outfits we wear are super nice. We sew them ourselves, and they always end up looking lush and extravagant. Mine (I think) is one of the fanciest. I may not be all that girly but I really did a nice job with all the frills and lacey bits. If you’re a pokemon fan, imagine Mega Audino with twice the bells and whistles and a black paint job. I really did love the outfit, and it was just as important to the family. A sort of symbol that lets everyone know you’re a Serlean (for those that would even know that there is an Italian Mob for housekeeping). In fact, one of the rules of our trade is to keep that uniform spotless. It’s a sign of professionalism, and they’re an utter bitch to try and clean, even for us. Once I got the door clean and wiped the sticky…thing off the doorknob, I was able to wrap my hand around the knob and open the door. Immediately I felt my eyes almost pop out of their sockets as my view was assaulted by what I can only describe as…a mess. But this wasn’t just a mess. This was like…an apocalypse. It was like Mad Max: Fury Room. Toys, food, clothes were strewn all over the place. I couldn’t even see the floor past it all. “Guess this is why they called us…” I said to myself. For a moment, I considered popping a squat in there. I would bet good money that no normal person would be able to tell I had, let alone after I cleaned it all. The thought was so nice…but I couldn’t do it. The family always finds out stuff like that. My personal belief is that there’s always a scout or someone that’s watching you the whole time. My brother thinks the family puts tiny security cameras all through the house before you get there. I’m sure once I get high enough in the ranks, I’ll find out all of my family’s little secrets and techniques that are only myths to me now. I started cleaning the room when my bladder hit me way harder than it had been before. I gasped and dropped the toy I’d picked up, unable to resist holding myself with both hands. Sadly, that meant I was getting my tights a bit dirty. “That’s probably my cut of the earnings for this job I just lost…” I muttered, sighing. But, at least I didn’t wet myself. That would have been much worse. I wiggled my hips to regain control before returning to the mountainous task at hand. In a way, I was glad I had resorted to holding myself, because now I could do it anytime I needed to. And i did need to. A lot. Especially when I slipped on a half-eaten PB&J and fell on an army guy. Thankfully, pain is not against the rules. Only stuff you want to do is. Needless to say I was starting to get frustrated. I don’t have anger issues or anything, but try cleaning your house while you’re holding in the goddamn atlantic ocean in your abdomen. You start to lose your grip. About an hour of gritted teeth and minor leaks later, I had done it. I double-checked the whole house for dust, crumbs, anywhere I could have gone wrong. The place was spotless. I would have jumped up and thrown my hands in the air triumphantly if my hands weren’t glued to the underside of my frilly black dress. It was time to leave. I stood, staring at the front door for a few minutes, unsure how to tackle this problem without keeping my hands from rather pleasurably rubbing my most sacred place. Oh stop judging I was about to wet myself. You’d do the same. I reached for the doorknob with my armpit, planning to turn in that way, when it started turning on its own. For a second I thought the universe was trying to help me, but then what little rationality in my brain that hadn’t begun screaming at me to let go of my pee figured out that the client was home. I sighed. Another rule broken. You’re not supposed to be in the house when the client gets back, provided they leave before you get there. At this point I didn’t care about getting paid or being punished in some way. I just wanted to pee. I stood a few feet back, giving my muscles one last big squeeze before moving my hands and clasping them politely behind my back. I put on my best fake smile, my body already beginning to tremble with the effort it was taking not to make a puddle in this guy’s foyer. The door opened up, revealing a rather rotund man, his almost as rotund wife, and his two rotund children. Not that I had a problem with it, it’s just the first thing I noticed about them. The next few things I noticed were stained clothes, unshaved faces (yeah, even on the wife), and a general aura that just said ‘we’re assholes’ to me. They smelled like assholes too, but the other kind. Then, the father started being an asshole. The first kind. Though I think the second kind being in my face would have been preferable. “What’re you doin’ here, missay? Thought we hired yew ta clean tha place and git!” His breath made me shudder even more than my about-to-burst bladder did. I took it in stride, though. As deplorable as he was, he was still right. Which kind of ticked me off. But I was supposed to be out of the house, so I did my best to ignore it. What I couldn’t ignore, though, was the tirade he went on after that. He told me to stay put and went all around the house, screaming and hollering about how I had moved things, messed things up, missed spots (the dirty liar). He even went off on me for dirt that he and his family tracked in when they got there. He dug so deep into me I thought he had a personal vendetta. But what struck me the most is when he said this. “I’m calling that no good agency you came from and you better believe they’re gettin’ the worst review I can think up!” With that, he stormed upstairs to yell at his wife for being the one that called me, leaving me alone and in tears in the foyer. I got mad. I saw nothing but red. Then, I saw yellow. A stream of it. A rather thick and heavy one. I sort of just stood there watched it happen. I couldn’t do anything about it, and even if I could I wouldn’t want to. My bladder was as tired of this guy as I was, and I saw it as a fitting justice. The ramifications of the pooling liquid that was spreading out onto the floor under me weren’t even crossing my mind. A smile crossed my lips, the feeling of relief so immense I just about orgasmed. Honestly, with how good it felt and how much liquid there was, I probably wouldn’t have realized it if I had. I stayed where I was for a few minutes, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me, as well as the satisfaction of getting back at that guy. It didn’t last long, though, as I heard a door open upstairs. Sick of getting yelled at, I grabbed my bag of cleaning supplies and hurried out the door. Needless to say, the family found out what I had done. Some where sympathetic, I’m sure everyone assumed I had peed on accident. That was technically true, but I would have done it anyway. The board took a vote, and tied, so the Elder had to give her opinion. She was, of course, not keen on making exceptions. That’s how the family had gotten where it is now. So, I had to accept my fate. I said goodbye to a lot of people, the hardest were my brother and mom. I wasn’t too upset, though. They were letting me keep my outfit, as long as I didn’t wear it in public. This life really wasn’t for me anyway. In a way, I was glad I did what I had. It made me wonder if my aunt had done hers on purpose as well. Maybe I would ask her one day. Now, I’m a pastry chef in New York. I also do some janitorial work at the place where I work for some extra cash. I have a pretty decent house now, just outside the city. I like to pee in the foyer sometimes. After all, I can always clean it up. Thank you for reading this! Feedback of all kinds is highly appreciated. This story was written for my amazing friend, Justice.
  5. Last time I posted an experience here was two years ago, so I believe some reintroductions are in order! I transferred to a new university and am now continuing studying Economics in the US. I am about 5'4 tall, am not blessed in the chest department, and have a 28-inch waist. I have medium-length brown hair with bangs, green eyes, fair skin, wear glasses, etc. I have a youthful appearance and to this day, am still mistaken for being underage on rare occasions. The story has multiple parts, all relevant to the end. They are divided for convenience. In this story, I go through a series of events and conclude in the end while wearing a special outfit. Let's jump straight to it. ---------------------------------♥--------------------------------- This quarter, I have classes in the morning, and twice during the week, during the late evening as well. To compensate, I have a three-day weekend. Today was one of those busy days, so I woke up early, brushed my teeth, got dressed, packed my things, and out the door I went. This is not important, but I wore light jeans, a beige tunic that reached mid-thigh, and brown boots. Missing something? I forgot to pee before leaving. I bought a nice, large peppermint mocha before lecture. I sat down next to my classmate and diligently paid attention to my business and then, accounting lecture. Three hours later, I was out the door, finished for the morning, and with a comfortable feeling in my bladder. I went home. A couple friends and I had agreed to meet later today at the arcade, so after washing my face and applying some basic makeup, I texted them saying I would be on my way soon. I did this while sipping on a tall glass of water, and afterwards, paid a visit to the restroom to pee. This would serve its purpose later. I took some tea with me in a container and out the door I went. I got on the bus and listened to some music while I drank my tea. In about 40 minutes, I was at my destination and met my friends, who were waiting for me just outside the arcade. We played some music games for a coupul 'a hours and then took a small break to get something to eat. I had a sandwich and some water. Due to my plans, I had decided to not get anything with sugar, or excessive caffeine. After this, we returned to the arcade and stayed there until it was 6 PM. I had spent the entire afternoon playing music games and now it was dark outside, so one of my friends offered me a ride back to school for my lecture later that night. Upon getting in the car, I realized that I may have overdone it and consumed more than I should have. Sitting felt a little uncomfortable and I was worried that my bladder was filling up at a faster pace than expected. Some turns and bumps caused a strong twinge and I wondered if I would really be fine during the lecture... ---------------------------------♥--------------------------------- I decided to buy another bottle of water at the convenience store on campus anyway and walked to my economics class. I sat in the back for obvious reasons and anticipated not focusing in class much. The lecture was set to last 90 minutes and I was already struggling to maintain my composure. I could feel the strain showing visibly on my face and decided it'd be best to just avoid interacting with others for the duration of the period. 30 minutes into class, the situation got pretty bad. I was shifting my legs every once in a while and I was beginning to feel quite nervous. I wasn't sure whether to get up for a short, quick pee but run the risk of attracting attention. I wasn't sure if I would even be able to get up properly and walk normally either. Antecedents of a story I read about a girl who completely peed herself as soon as she got up at the end of a lecture appeared in my imagination quite vividly and did not help my situation one bit. >.< Tears began to well up in my eyes as my mind desperately tried to clear itself. I must have been too loud because suddenly, a guy sitting several rows in front of me turned around and looked at me. I immediately stopped, attempted to reset my expression, and looked the other way. "God, this is so embarrassing," I thought to myself. I could feel my cheeks becoming warm and my anxiety was slowly turning into fear. Fear that he might have picked up on what I was doing. Eventually, I was able to gather the courage to get up and walk out of the lecture hall and into the restroom without an issue. I sat down on the bowl and did my business, with the intention to release just enough to ease some of the pressure. It was very difficult and required for me to press on my important areas, but once the pain associated with that subsided, I returned to lecture. The same guy gave me the look as I returned to my seat. I made a weak smile, sat down, crossed my legs and then wore a serious expression for the rest of the lecture. When class was dismissed, he called out to me as I got up and I froze in my tracks. I could feel myself beginning to blush and averted my expression away from his face. "Hmph," I puffed as I walked hurriedly out of the lecture hall. I finished the last bit of water I had and threw the bottle in the recycling bin just before crossing the street. Things were pretty bad and I felt my bladder was becoming weaker, like the sensation when it just becomes unable to hold it in and before you know it, liquid is escaping from your body and you can't stop it. I listened to some music so that I could calm down a little and continued to walk back home. I got home without any noteworthy mishaps and made my way inside. I stripped completely and began getting ready for what I had spent all day preparing. I noticed a small patch that was darker than usual on the crotch of my jeans and began to feel titillated. ---------------------------------♥--------------------------------- I pulled out a lingerie set intended for sexytime (That I have not had a chance to fully make use of, mind you.) consisting of a black lace-trimmed bra with white ribbons and matching panties with a cute garter belt to wear with plain, black stockings. I pulled out a maid outfit that I had intended to wear for this occasion. It is a long, black uniform that reaches my ankles and has frills and lace everywhere. There's a cute bow in the middle, has puffed shoulders, and comes with a headdress, wire petticoat, and apron. It was like $350 because it is a genuine uniform from a brand that specializes in dresses of this nature. Why on Earth would I ever do something to ruin something this expensive? Because sometimes, we do incredibly stupid things just to satisfy our sexual urges, especially when they have been unfilled for an insane amount of time. As if a switch was flipped, my breathing became heavy, I began to feel hot inside, and I literally could not put the thing on without first masturbating furiously. I crawled towards the fridge to get the last bit of tea I intended for tonight and used it to calm myself down. I was sitting on my feet, dressed in perhaps one of the most fetishized uniforms of all time, just moments away from completely peeing myself. At that moment, had anything that stood on two legs appeared before me, male or female, human or even nonhuman, I would have fucked it with everything I had. Lastly, I plugged in the Magic Wand I had left on the sofa, leaned back facing the mirror, lifted my legs so I could see my panties in the mirror, and flipped the switch on. Everything from that moment on became something I could barely fit into words. Seconds within rubbing the head of the vibrating massager on my clit, I began peeing, wetting myself, and getting it on who knows what else. The clear liquid, that I had worked throughout the entire day to achieve, was incredibly clear, and would effectively leave minimal odors afterwards. My bottom lip tingled as I felt a strong rushing feeling, and urine splattered everywhere as if it were rain, accompanied by an erotic hiss emanating from my body. Moments later, I came. My body weakened greatly and the tingling sensation continued. My vision became hazy but rather than collapse like in my previous experiences, I instead tightened my grip on the vibrator and continued without stopping. Warmth continued to embrace my body and my butt was completely soaked. My legs easily slipped onto each other and my toes were dripping. The maid uniform has a series of layers of fabric, one which is less porous than the others, allowing fluids to flow out from the bottom, rather than soak through on the sofa. I could feel sweat forming, and because of the angle I was in, vapor from my mouth was causing my glasses to fog again. Unable to see, and weakened, I closed my eyes and focused on the rhythmic actions of my hand. I moved downwards, then upwards, squirting each time as I went, and gradually increasing in speed. Heavy breathing turned into soft moans, and eventually... The vibrator fell from my hand and onto the floor with a splashing sound, and there I laid... for who knows how long. ---------------------------------♥--------------------------------- Eventually, I was awakened by the faint sound of a phone call that I of course, missed. Clothes that have been soiled by urine should be washed before they dry in order to prevent them from damage, I think. I've never had the problem, but I guess stains on light-colored fabrics is possible. Again, I stripped, had a quick shower to rinse myself off, washed my face, and put some pajamas on. I gathered my clothes, put them into a basket, and headed to the laundry room, which was fortunately empty. Afterwards, I returned to my apartment, hung my dry clothes in the closet, and mopped my floor clean. The edge of a cushion on the sofa was a little wet and some of the walls and the mirror had evidence of being sprayed on. I wiped them clean and wiped the sweat off my brow as well. And then, I spent the rest of the evening wondering if what I had just experienced was real. I fell asleep with that thought, along with how wonderful it would be to share this with someone someday.
  6. File Name: PissJP - Maid cosplay wetting (No.1587) File Submitter: Kirito Other Contributors: Kenny P. File Submitted: 28 Aug 2015 File Category: Cosplay Wetting For more PissJP clips, search using the tag here. Click here to download this file
  7. File Name: Some Fc captures II File Submitter: Cathyva File Submitted: 13 Apr 2015 File Category: Female Wetting In follow-up of the tremendous work Rachel did with the upload of the "Recent Fc2 captures", downloaded some vids from http://omorashi.blog.jp/archives/ Starting from March 29 till April 8. Different situations as usual, desparation followed by wettings, deliberate wettings, skirts, knicker bikini wettings, masturbation/frottage; schoolgirls, nurses, maids, ladies next door.... Some old ones, certainly some new... Click here to download this file
  8. File Name: lenfriedom! type-MV (Snip) by heru3 (Lenfried) File Submitter: Maria-Sanza File Submitted: 06 Jan 2014 File Category: Anime / Japanese Videos Clothing: Various Snippet of a cosplay movie by Lenfried, a renowed cosplayer specializing in softcore fetish content. This is the only omorashi scene. If you'd like me to upload the entire video just ask. Click here to download this file
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