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  1. Amatarasu shivered as the cold air blew across her skin. She was standing in the jungle, her eyes locked on her target. The minotaurs stood no chance against the strong Japanese warrior. At least not if she was at full strength. Amatarasu however was not at her best. She wasn't sick, or injured or even tired. Amatarasu's problem was that she needed to pee. And she needed to pee bad. She knew that one slip up would seal her fait, and leave an embarrassing puddle on the ground. Because of her predicament Amatarasu cleared the jungle camps at a snails pace, less than half of her normal speed. She was walking hunched over at this point completely desperate. The only way she would be saved was if the game ended immediately, and with all six towers still standing there was no way that was going to happen. Amatarasu's eyes widened as she felt a small leak hit her pants. It was the beginning of the end. As Amatarasu stood in shocked silence as her bladder released. Instantly urine shot into her underwear dampening the fabric, before rushing onward. A large stain appeared on her yellow pants as her piss made contact with the soft fabric. The stain snaked its way down her legs before puddling on the ground. Her pants ruined, and hopes dashed, Amatarasu trudged on. Little did she know her fate would be shared by many others that day. Artio ran through the jungle on the other side of the map. similar to Amatarasu, the bear goddess was desperate. She had been holding her pee for hours now, yet even still she had more pressing matters to deal with. Artio was being chased. she had gone too deep into enemy territory, and was about to pay the price. Hot on her heels was the goddess of war, Bellona. And she was gaining. Artio gasped and panted as she desperately tried to flee from her adversary. Suddenly, Artio's foot caught the root of a tree and she hit the ground hard. Before she had a chance to recover, Bellona was standing in front of her. The tip of the Roman's sword mere inches above Artio's neck. The combination of the fall and the immediate threat of death proved to be too much for Artio's already strained bladder. Without warning, the floodgates opened and the goddess began to piss herself. Her brown pants instantly soaked up Artio's pee, heating up her legs. The blue checkered kilt she wore wasn't spared either as it too was doused in urine. She groaned as the pee puddled under her back and ass, soaking into the dirt. Even the tips of her long hair were not spared from Artio's accident. "Looks like someone made a mess" Bellona said with a chuckle. As the goddess of war she was used to people losing control of their bodily functions, but never before had she seen a goddess do the same. Still, there was a job to be done. Bellona raised her sword with the intention of cleaving Artio's head clean off her body. Fortunately for Artio she had some tricks up her sleeve. With a roar the once goddess became a titanic bear, lunging at Bellona. The goddess of war was unable to withstand such an assault and after a brief scuffle, decided enough was enough. She fell back and the massive bear loped off. Artio would live to fight another day. Hera was in trouble. Her bladder was at its breaking point and there was no relief in sight. She had been clearing minion waves for the past hour and was on the verge of an accident. Her bladder spasmed and a few drops of pee snaked their way into her panties. Gritting her teeth the Queen of Gods was unwilling to give an inch. She knew however that she didn't have long. Abandoning her lane she made a mad dash for the jungle. She would just have to pull up her dress and go in a bush. It was undignified, but so was wetting your pants like a child. There was no other option. Another spasm shook her body just as she found a suitable spot. Quickly her dress came up as she pulled her panties to the side. Her stream started slowly but was soon going full force. Hera let out a sigh. The relief felt so good! As soon as that thought crossed her mind she heard footsteps. Horrified, Hera quickly sot to her feet pulling her legs together and her dress down. To Hera's chagrin however she was unable to stop her stream. She was now peeing full force into her panties. The piss ran down her legs joining the puddle on the ground. The source of the footsteps turned the corner and Hera finally saw who it was. Her teammate Isis stood in shock as she watched the queen goddess pee her pants. Ironically Isis had been searching for the same thing as Hera. A spot to relive her aching bladder in peace. Unfortunately, the sight of Hera's accident was too much for Isis to handle. Her legs crossed and her hands shoved into her crotch, but it was no use. She started to wet herself. A gasp escaped her lips as her accident began. Isis peed hard into her panties, saturating the fabric almost instantly. next the urine shot down the goddess's legs snaking towers the ground in a winding pattern. Her shoes were the next victim and they too were covered in piss. The two goddesses looked at each other. Both powerful beings. Both with piss covering their legs. the two silently agreed to never speak of this moment to anyone. With a quit nod the goddesses went their separate ways.
  2. Hello everyone, so my idea for this is we'll start with picking a character out of the four girls who will have different bladder sizes and strengths and we'll choose whether the girl will make it or embarrass themselves by having an accident or having to pee in public. So without further ado lets pick a character to follow. Sayroi: Bladder size - Average, Bladder strength - Weak, Likes - Sleeping and Eating. Yuri: Bladder size - Large, Bladder strength - Average, Likes - Tea and Murder Mysteries. Natsuki: Bladder size - Small, Bladder strength - Strong, Likes - Manga and Cupcakes. Monika: Bladder size - Large, Bladder strength - Weak, Likes - Monika.....Just Monika.
  3. All day Candy tries again Candy set herself her usual target: all day without a pee. After the disaster that was yesterday she was more determined than ever. Using the bathroom was just so time consuming, distracting and inconvenient and the feeling of a full bladder was delicious, thrilling and exciting. She’d woken horny in her strapless nighty, her large breasts feeling sensitive and tingly, her nipples hard and longing. Just touching her own body set it on fire as she suddenly pressed her hand between her legs and stroked her naked vagina. She hadn’t used the bathroom before bed and urgently had to go, so urgently she was seconds away from wetting the bed. Jumping up she ran to the toilet and released a huge long pee as she tweaked her nipples with fingers wet from her own vagina. She sighed in satisfaction and relief but also in excitement that this would be the last time she went for at least 12 hours. Regardless how desperate she got she would hold today until bedtime. There was nothing like the ecstasy of a huge long release after a long hold to bring her massive sexual desire and Candy knew that the longer the hold the better the high of the release, like a full day of fore play before sex. Candy showered, put her make up on naked, then dressed in a figure hugging revealing black dress that sat above her knees with her favourite bra and matching lace knickers. She made herself an instant coffee and buttered a croissant then after breakfast drove to work in her cosmetic shop. The mall she worked in was warm and before opening Candy made herself a mug of tea. First trade was usually quiet and she hoped she’d get to drink it all. Her colleague still wasn’t back until next week so Candy set about updating her window display and blowing some balloons up for some colour. The morning flew in with a steady trickle of customers and Candy had a lovely surprise when the newsagent next door popped in with a fresh roll from the nearby bakers and a latte. Mukesh was lovely and Candy admired him as a fellow businessman. They helped each other take in deliveries when busy and exchanged cash now and again if they needed change. Candy paid Mukesh and thanked him as she cleaned a shelf of lipsticks. Heading back to the till with the filled roll and drink Candy sat behind the desk away from the public as she had another working lunch. With the door of the shop open a light draft sent cold air under the table and onto Candy’s bare legs making her shiver a little and cross her legs. She smiled to herself realising she’d had the first signal from her bladder knowing it would get stronger and stronger as the day went on. True to her thoughts by mid afternoon Candy was much more aware of her body and her bladder especially. By 3:40 the tingling was becoming more distracting but Candy knew no matter how much her body protested she would make it wait. When Mukesh popped by asking if she had change of a ten pound note Candy wasn’t even aware that her legs were constantly moving and her thighs squeezing. As Candy leaned forwards to open the till drawer Mukesh had a clear view of her breasts as her dress moved down her chest as she leaned over. Coming to the front of the till Mukesh watched as Candy crossed her high heeled strapped sandals on the floor and swung her knee in and out rhythmically. Handing Mukesh the change and taking the note it was clear Candy was distracted and fidgety. Mukesh smiled and left having enjoyed the view. Candy was extremely attractive and seeing her movements was quite a turn on. Back alone Candy tried distracting herself with work, revelling in the beautiful tingling sensation between her legs. When a late customer came in close to finishing Candy struggled to stay still. Her whole body longed to relax and release but Candy loved the feeling so much she refused to give in. She wriggled openly on the seat behind the till then struggled to concentrate when the customer asked a simple question. Candy could feel her body yearning, bursting, desperate, but even at the risk of the customer noticing she couldn’t hide it any longer. Her squirming and fidgety behaviour was increasing her sexual desire and she was enjoying herself immensely. Finally Candy closed the shop, cashed the till up and left out the back door passing the toilet she never used. In her own car she grabbed between her legs and squirmed like crazy to keep holding back, loving every second of the feelings it gave her. As always the traffic was quite heavy and throughout the journey Candy spoke to herself ‘So gotta pee. So not going! Bursting but you can hold this Candy. Don’t you dare pee yet!’ Arriving home intensified the feelings immensely and Candy pee danced around her house as she hung her coat up and made her way to her kitchen. Yesterday she had held right through cooking and wet herself washing dishes but tonight she was absolutely determined she would hold it longer. Regardless how much her bladder moaned she refused to give in to it’s stupid demands. As if to taunt it more she immediately poured a glass of cold water, adding ice from the freezer and drank it down as she looked for something to cook. The fridge had little to offer other than some salad but she had some breaded chicken in the freezer and a few potatoes so put the chicken in the oven and peeled the potatoes all the time constantly moving, moaning and squirming. She sat on the breakfast bar stool and wiggled against it trying desperately not to give in to her bladder’s demands. One hand down her dress top and in her lace bra fondling her breasts and the other inside her knickers she pressed against the seat, squirmed and stroked herself loving the feelings it brought and knowing it was 100% intensified by her over full bladder. Her nipples were hand and protruding, her vaginal lips swollen and puffy, her clitoris tender and raised. Candy longed to pee but equally longed for sexual climax as she gazed around the kitchen wondering what to do. She slid the cutlery drawer open but seeing nothing to help she closed it and opened the next drawer which had all sorts of various cooking utensils. With her hand still between her legs and her pussy pounding she grabbed a wooden spoon and smiled. Holding the spoon end she pulled the gusset of her knickers aside and inserted the handle into her own vagina, moaning and pulsating and shaking as she did. She was dying to release so much excess bladder fluid but equally so aroused and horny she fucked herself with the wooden spoon handle as she clung to any hope of not pissing herself while her dinner cooked. Having orgasmed once Candy was sweating and dry mouthed as she poured herself some wine to drink as she dished up her dinner. For a minute her urgent need to pee subsided as her body recovered from her sexual high but by the time she sat down again to eat she had to slip a sandal off and sit on her foot to prevent herself wetting. ‘You need to wait bladder. A few more hours and I’ll let you go!’ Thankful for just a few dishes to wash and recalling how she had wet herself doing this same job yesterday Candy washed up as quickly as she could, having to stop a few times to hold herself and dance. God she urgently had to pee! Walking into the main room Candy thought about running to the toilet. She’d got further than yesterday but she so dearly wanted to know how much longer she could wait. She sat on her couch and switched the TV on fidgeting and rocking to prevent any leaks. Wow her favourite programme was just starting! How perfect. Candy was determined to keep her bladder on hold until the hour programme finished. Sitting on the couch she had a hand between her legs as she bounced her knee, wriggled and rocked. Drinking more wine Candy played with her body as her need grew and grew exponentially loving every single second. Oh how she adored this feeling but oh how dangerous it was too. As her wine finished she leaned forward to pour out more but alas her body was at it’s absolute limit and leaning on the edge of her own sofa with a bottle of wine in her hands Candy clenched her face and thighs simultaneously as her urethra popped open despite everything and a river of gushing warm urine ran down her bare legs and formed a huge running puddle at her feet. She’d made it to 11 hours but she had to do better. She watched the rest of her programme in her soaked clothes as she masterbated through them, proud of herself but equally disappointed. Tomorrow she would make it to bedtime without peeing. She set her mind to it. She had to. She wanted to. She was determined to whatever happened.
  4. So today I went exploring and didn’t make it across the muddy water.
  5. Introduction: High above the skies was a Resistance cruiser soaring through the vacuum of space, onboard was the girl that just got awarded the title of the last Jedi and that being Rey. Now this last Jedi is not what you would expect, the girl is 19 years old and is just turning 20 quite soon and she is not your average 19 year old girl. Rey lived on the desert planet known as Jakku and has been there her parents left her there as a small child. As Rey grew old her parents didn’t come back and also she would discover that being a scavenger would be the only way to make money, which gave her a job and she would obtain more items than the other scavengers and made her more wealthier. Rey now gave up her rich lifestyle on Jakku to help the Resistance defeat the First Order, but there are many things she misses from Jakku. Most people would have friends there that she knew and liked, but not Rey she was more of a loner, a kid that didn’t fit in with others. She wasn’t properly potty trained until the age of sixteen and this was a reason why she didn’t fit in, she was bullied by a lot of people when she caught trying to hold it back and every time she was desperate to go in the Town there she would always have an accident. Currently, she can successfully hold in urges to pee so much better and being a scavenger awakened a fetish, Jakku is super hot and the last Jedi would have to drink so much water and sometimes resulting in major accidents and after the time where it was so hot and everything stuck to her body, she could take her belt off and she was right in the Jakku public bathroom where she had her first accident since the age of 7. At that time she was very mortified by this, but when time went on she started to enjoy it more and which led her to obtain a naughty side to her where she would get desperate and would embarrass herself for pleasure. No one ever saw her do these naughty things because she lived isolated from the rest in an old AT-AT Walker from the battle that took place a long time ago. Even though she got richer and richer from her job, she never used it to buy a better home, one with an actual toilet in it, but no because even though she’s been waiting for her parents to come, she really needed to get off that planet. The Story: The cruiser was a magnificent ship, it’s big interior could hold up to one million people or even higher, but it had no bathroom on it. Rey uses the second shipment station as a private area to practice the ways of the Force, now she’s been at it for almost an hour and she regularly takes breaks to have a drink to sustain herself while training. She’s wearing her dark grey Jedi robes, with a lighter grey pants under her robes and white panties. She swings her lightsaber again and a familiar feeling coming on, the young girl freaks out as she quickly works out what it is and that is she’s desperate to pee. Rey a lover of humiliating herself for her own private viewing (omorashi) gets so turned on by the event, she goes to check the bathrooms because no one would be able to see her doing that in a stall. Anyway to her dismay, she was absolutely devastated to find out there was no bathrooms aboard, she runs to the front of the ship where General Leia was an when arriving she asks her “When are we going to arrive at the new Resistance base?” and Leia replies “Rey we aren’t even close, we still have to bypass the asteroid field, the vortex and then we arrive. Is something the matter?” Rey doesn’t want to tell her that she needs to go, but agrees to tell her, “Yes I have to pee so badly, I drank too much water while training.” “Rey, I was young too, I’ve had many accidents that only Luke and Han knew about, I was into it as well. I can see you enjoy it, so did I, in my youth I could stop doing it, I even remember the time I was the leader of the Rebel Alliance and I would ban myself from even using the toilet and to hold it in for eternity.” The last Jedi felt very happy that someone she knew loved the same fetish and she went to sit down somewhere and wait upon arrival. The ship just entered hyperspace to access the asteroid field and the pilot had to have the ship do all these funky turns and twists to manoeuvre passed the asteroids. This made Rey to loose control just for a bit, but she managed to regain it back and could successfully hold it in through the twists and turns. As the ship made it through that Rey’s bladder had increased dramatically to it almost being full and this worried her because she hates to public humiliate herself to death as it was something that got her bullied by people on Jakku. The ship had to just go into the vortex to get to the planet, in words it seems not that long, but in reality it is long. The cruiser once again entered hyperspace and shot into the vortex, then it had to go straight to the exit and then you have arrived. The desperate Jedi was getting ready for it, by now her bladder was so full that she started to lightly tinkle and she quickly grabbed herself before she could release more out. The ship already was like halfway through it and Leia suggested to the pilot to go to hyperspace again to get out quicker, he didn’t back from her order and it happened. Rey was stunned to find the ship would now get there fast in hyperspace and started get hope that she could make it on time. By now it was out of the vortex and arrived at the secret new Resistance base and the young girl was thrilled by this, in no time the cruiser landed in the hanger. The desperate Jedi pushed pass the other people to be let off first and ran until she could see the bathroom, there was one packed to the rafters with female Resistance officers all queued in one big massive line. She spotted most officers having accidents and stopped her mind from thinking about it and ran to find the others, there was one again with a long queue, then one with an even bigger queue to the first one and then one that had no queue. She ran towards the no queue one and was shocked to read that it could only be opened by a key nd there was no way she would be running to the other side to fetch the keys off Leia. Pssssssssttttt! She felt herself leak again, she lifted up her robe to see that it was starting to make an outline on her pants, then she noticed that the was a forest and decided that she would go in there. She ran as fast as she could into the forest, she ran as far from the base as possible and there was a massive cliff where she stopped. She realised if she jumped over it she would sacrifice her chance to go and so she ran to the nearest tree and proceeded to strip down and then squatted behind it and peed. Psssssssssssssssssstttttttttttt! It was so warm and she couldn’t believe she made it, but then her naughty side took over and stood up still letting it out and decided to pull up her panties back on and let the rest into her damp white panties. To Be Continued...
  6. It had been a long day at University for Katie Miles, the young and she 19 with elegant dyed blue hair and grey blue eyes, she'd been wearing her favourite t shirt which had a dragon roaring by her stomach with a brand new pair of skinny jeans which was a gift from her girlfriend/roommate there was a red rose by the right pocket, along with that she wore a strapless bra cotton briefs with trainers. Katie had been sat in class with a rather full bladder praying for the bell to ring so she could go home and pee into a clean toilet while holding her bladder in a way that wouldn't draw attention to herself, with her legs squeezing themselves together she almost jumped for joy when she heard the bell. "Alright Class that is it for the day remember your assignments are due in next week so please make sure....." Katie started to drown her professor out she had to pee badly and no one was going to stop her from getting to a clean bathroom as she grabs her things and rushes towards her car that was parked in the designated student's car park. She grabs her keys from her bag and gets into her car before heading off home with a hand on her crotch, however with only 10 minutes left on the trip the car in front of her slowed down to a grinding halt. Katie was stuck in her car with no way to relieve herself, she sticks both her hands down her jeans to prevent any pee from escaping and kept her legs as together as she could, yet the traffic wasn't moving what could be the cause? After 5 minutes the traffic began to move at a snails pace Katie had to remove her hands to her bladder's dismay and crawl along behind the car in front, then after a few yards the car in front stopped again this time in front of road work traffic lights. *Oh come on...I gotta pee....* she thinks to herself as she sticks her hands back down her jeans unfortunately she could feel control slipping away as she tries with all her might to not let go of her bladder, she squeezes her eyes shut as the last of her control slips. Katie's eyes widen as she suddenly feels her warm pee escape her womanhood and the sudden feeling of relief as hour of desperation and pressure in her abdomen suddenly and quickly faded away being replaced with the warm feeling running down her thighs and up her ass only for the seat she was sitting on to do it's best to soak up her pee, she was lost in her own world for a moment before the light turned green and she began to drive while peeing. It was the weirdest yet most relieving feeling ever. "No wonder Ellie loves this." she sighs to herself as her stream began to weaken leaving the cooling feeling of her wet jeans and soaked car seat. Soon Katie pulled up to her house and let herself in seeing Ellie on the sofa her hands on her crotch, she see's Katie and the wet patch on her jeans. "My what happened to you?" she asks with interest. "I just discovered how amazing it feels to piss yourself Ellie." Katie replies as she gets escorted upstairs for some fun time with her girlfriend.
  7. I'm curious to know how many people here legitimately wet the bed involuntarily. Has anyone actually caused this to happen? I used to fantasise about wetting the bed and now it's become a reality. I now have to wear nappies to bed if I've had a drink. I've even told a good few of my friends about it and I've actually quite ok with the self acceptance since then. I wonder if anyone else here has similar experiences?
  8. Hey everyone! So, i'm taking commissions again; had to stop during Coronavirus peak due to personal issues and this story was my latest and will be up on Amazon soon; i'll be sure to let you all know when it does appear there. For those interested in getting a story, its £2.50 per every 800 words. However, my repeat customers will get their next commission at my old price of £2.00 per 1,000 words, as will anyone who commissions me; new or old, before August 3rd. Here's an extract from my latest commission and story, I hope you all enjoy; any feedback is appreciated. THE DESPERATE DIAPERED DATE “God, I’m so fucking desperate” moaned Allison. “Well, be honest. If we go to the station now, do you think you’ll make it home?”. Allison shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll even make it onto the train”, she said; holding herself tightly as a desperate pang shot through her bladder. Max breathed deeply. He wanted badly to say what he had in mind, yet didn’t want to push his luck. He’d never forgive himself if he ruined such a promising thing by going too fast or being too full-on. However, his raging erection was eating away at his inhibitions and he decided it was now-or-never. He was going to say. He was going to say it. He was going- “-Just go then”. Allison looked him in the eyes. “If you can’t hold it, just let go babe. I won’t mind”. Allison bit her lip gently, her body beginning to tremble. “Just let it all out”. Suddenly, a quiet hissing sound filled the air as Allison’s body began to shake with relief; her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Max; going on instinct, lifted her dress to watch the diaper expand out as Allison filled it. Max thought he couldn’t possibly get anymore turned on and then Allison said: “Max, I’m wetting myself”. Max could literally feel the pleasurable chill run over his entire body and his cock became so erect, it was practically standing upright his pants; pushing against his trousers violently. He was so hard it hurt, yet his pleasure wasn’t done. He felt Allison’s hand reach out and grab his cock through the fabric, causing him to moan loudly in shock and pleasure; biting his tongue to stay quiet. Allison held him, very gently rubbing her fingers up and down; as Max watched her accident slowly begin to come to an end, as the hissing sound died away and the two stared at each other hungrily. Max leaned in to Allisson’s ear and said: “Take it off, I dare you” he said; his tone dark and brimming with lust. Allison moaned in pleasure and did what he asked, gently unstrapping her diaper from underneath her dress; pulling the sodden material down her legs. Max watched in delight as it slid down to her ankles; where he could see how soaked it was. Unable to hold back any longer, he grabbed her and pulled her in-close; snogging her more intensely than before. For her part, Allison did the same; unbuttoning his pants. Emboldened by Allison’s actions, he moved his hand between Allison’s legs and felt her gasp as he slide two fingers along the slit of her hairy, wet pussy. “She’s hairy and soaked and horny, god could this girl get any better?” thought Max. That was about the last coherent thought he had however, as Allison freed his cock from his trousers and dark-blue underwear seconds later; where it sprung up in delight. Her hand gripped it and began stroking him, with it only taking a few-pumps until pre-cum was dripping over hand. Max then began to kiss her neck, as she moaned quietly in pleasure; feeling his magical fingers driving her to new heights of lust, as she began to speed up the pace she was playing with his cock. In return, Max pulled her the dress off her boobs and slid one into his mouth; which combined with sliding a finger inside her soaking wet pussy, made her bite his shoulder to prevent herself screaming with lust. The soft feeling of them in his mouth made Max want to go deeper inside her and Allison’s pussy quivered with delight, lubed up as she was by her own accident; his finger was able to get comfortably inside her by multiple inches and she was convulsing around him.
  9. when there's a lock on your toilet there's only so much you can do. poor leafy ended up learning that the hard way. someone get the mop. here's a part 2 to the first leafy omo drawing i made.
  10. It was mid-afternoon and there were hardly any people on the commuter train out of the city. I boarded and moved to the last car. It was an older train and had many signs of wear and tear, including the sign that read “rest rooms out of order” I sat down and opened up my paper to read on the long trip home. I looked up and noticed a young woman sitting across from me. She and I were the only people in the train coach. She had on dark cable knit kneesocks, maryjane pumps, a pleated skirt, and a tight sweater, showing some cleavage. I was aroused as there was something with that outfit that made my heart race with excitement. However, I contained myself and went back to reading the paper, stealing glances now and again. She had her legs crossed and her skirt was riding up on her leg. There is something about this outfit that accentuates the female form of a woman’s legs. I could not help but to continue to look every now and again. The woman noticed my looks and smiled back, but she looked nervous and distracted. She bit her lip and furrowed her brow. She began to swing and pump her crossed leg. The train came to a stop and she looked up with a more worried look. The wait continued for several minutes and then the announcement came, “We are going to be delayed due to an electrical malfunction. We will keep you advised.” I heard her whimper. We made light talk about the delay and the possible cause. She was most anxious to know how long it would take, while she began to cross and re-cross her legs. I knew what might be happening and I could barely contain my excitement. I finally asked, “Are you ok?” She said, “No, I need to pee like I have never had before. I had a few beers with my friends at the train station, unaware that the train was about to leave. I heard it called and raced onto the train, no having had time to pee. I hoped to be able to pee on board, but, the rest rooms are closed, and now this!!” I moved next to her and put my arm around her to comfort her. I told her that hopefully they would get the problem fixed soon and that we would be on our way. She said, “I am almost beyond my limit at this point, there is no way I can make it.” I told her that she needed to try so that she would not disgrace herself. I related that she was a grown woman and that she can certainly hold on. She assured me that she would try as her legs were madly pumping back and forth. I told her I would help her. She smiled weakly and thanked me. Minutes passed and I helped her with breathing exercises. It was becoming a real team exercise to keep her pee inside. After a few more minutes she sucked in some air and grabbed her crotch through her skirt. She quickly moved her hand under her skirt and squeezed the crotch of her panties. After a while she began to rub her pussy through her panties. As she did so, her panties came into view, white cotton panties that fit snug over her crotch. I noticed that she seemed to be getting aroused. I certainly was very aroused myself. I massaged her leg calf to ease her pain and tension, while at the same time enjoying the texture of her kneesocks accenting the sweet curvature of her legs. More minutes passed and she squealed, “Some came out! I just squirted into my panties!” I assured her that we would just have to take extra measures. I had her rearrange herself. I sat with my back against the window and had her arrange herself between my legs on the seat, so that the crack of her but nestled against my stiff cock. I then had her fold her legs underneath herself so that she was sitting on the heal of her shoe, pressing the heal against her pussy to hold in the pee. I took one of my hands and placed it over her panty covered crotch and squeezed and then began messaging her pussy through her panties. I rubbed up and down softly and then more firmly. I felt her clit through her now moist panties and, between strokes, started to toy with it with my fingers. She was now breathing very heavily and soon more spurts of pee came out. Even more aggressive measures needed to be taken. I swung around in front of her and onto the floor. I reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties. “I might as well save what is left of your panties before they become too wet.” I got between her legs and opened them against her protests, as she clearly wanted to cross them. I smiled at her and said that I need to dry her very moist pussy. I moved my face up close to her pussy and gently began to blow on it. She was moaning and loudly protesting. She said she could not hold back and that she was going to piss in my face. I told her that it would not be a nice thing to do to someone who is trying to help. Just then another spurt shot out, catching me in the face. I jokingly said, you naughty girl, I will have to put you over my knee and spank you if you do that again. With that I said, “I am going to hold in your pee with my tongue and you really have to try hard not to pee on me. You would not dare piss on my face, that should help you to hold. It is mind over matter.” I moved my tongue over her pee hole, and then slowly traced it up one side of her labia to her clit. I then moved my tongue down the other side of her labia to her pee hole, I slowly made several circles in this fashion. She was frantically urging me to stop. I then increased the pace and then started to flick her pussy with the tip of my tongue. It was hard to keep my face in place as she was rocking all over the place. She was panting and at one point grabbed my head and rammed it into her pussy to stem the flow. She was in quite a state between ecstasy and desperation. I was loving every minute of it. I then took two fingers and slipped them up into her pussy. “I am going to help you hold your bladder from the inside.” I suggested. She replied, “no, no!!”, all the while moaning and thrashing about. I curled my fingers inward and started to stroke the back of her distended bladder, while at the same time I sucked on her clit. It wasn’t long before she exploded pee all over my face, while at the same time having an earth shattering orgasm. She was, of course, very upset. I sat next to her and put my arm around her and reassured her that all would be alright. Luckily most of the damage was relegated to the floor, were it was mostly absorbed into the carptet. I had already saved her panties from most of the damage. Her skirt had been hiked up and out of the way of the eruption. Her kneesocks were quite wet, but, since they were dark, showed no damage. Her shoes were wet, but I was able to address that. I took out Kleenex and took of each shoe, and dried each. I also took some more Kleenex and helped her dry her legs. I then had her stand up, still with her skirt up and I dabbed her pussy dry. I then kissed it and said, “I hope you feel better now.” Her face was still very much flushed, but she said, “I am very embarrassed, that has never happened to me before.” I said, that no one notices and that I certainly was aroused by the experience myself. She said, , with a slight smile, “yes, I noticed” At that point, the train began to lurch forward. The electrical problem seemed to have been fixed and we were underway. She slid her panties back on and moved to another seat. My stop was next and I soon got off. I winked at her, thanked her for the experience, and said that I hoped to see her on the train again. She smiled back at me and said she hoped so as well.
  11. A hidden camera happens to capture Alisha having an embarrassing wetting accident in her jeans after her zipper becomes stuck in this video. The problem with so many “accident” videos is they lack authenticity. Are we really supposed to believe that this model just happens to wet her pants, while not noticing the camera person following her a round? It strains credibility to the point of offending reason. To be realistic, there needs to be a reason for the camera to be there. It could be a security camera, a hidden camera voyeur video, or something else, but for the scene to be authentic the existence of the camera needs to be motivated by something. That is what we tried to do with this scene, were our hidden camera captures Alisha while she is desperate to pee and ends up wetting her jeans.
  12. Trina is back, this time starring in an adaptation of a short story posted on the ToiletStool forums. This story shares an Old Posts Page with a tale that's already been illustrated, so rather than have 2 stories numbered the same way and design a new girl for this one-paragraph story I thought I'd give this one to my popular original character. After all, this is exactly the kind of situation I could see my girl getting herself into - with her stubbornness and pride getting in the way of proper relief. This story is also different from the others I've done so far in that it isn't told from the perspective of who's having the accident. Understandably, a good bunch of the ladies who have these big humiliating predicaments are going to be too embarrassed to share their stories themselves, so instead we sometimes have to rely on the storytelling of these lucky witnesses. There will be more stories in this format that'll get adapted, but to ease into this new perspective I'll have the story shared between the narrator's original account and the things Trina thinks that were likely going through this poor girl's head at the time. A poster going by "de-lurker" breaks their silence on Old Posts Page #1931 with two brief witnessed accidents that happened within a few weeks of one another, but this first one from their post is definitely the highlight. They describe being on a group hike, leaving it to my imagination the audience of what happens next. It's a long day hike that doesn't have any proper bathrooms, so most of their fellow hikers squat behind bushes and trees to relieve themselves along the way. The girl that Trina portrays, however, didn't want to have that be part of her hiking experience. Perhaps she's just never peed outdoors before, maybe she was shy about someone maybe seeing her bare bottom as she took care of her business? In any case she chose to hold it for the duration of the hike, even though her bladder fills the entire time and makes it harder and harder to hide her discomfort. Realizing there's no outhouse or public restroom for miles, and that even making it to the car still means holding it for the drive, she finally decides to answer nature's call as their ride comes into view. But nature runs its course a few seconds early, and before she can even get her pants fully down urine starts gushing out of her. Then, for whatever reason, she freezes up once her clothes are around her knees and proceeds to pee into her pants. Whether its pure exhaustion, not thinking to bend her knees and get the stream over the stream, or if her pants already becoming wet makes such a move pointless, she urinates all over her jeans, unleashing a very full bladder in front of anyone who cared to see. Somehow she managed to have every bad outcome possible in one - she was seen basically naked, seen peeing a ton in public, and now has to ride home wearing the contents of her aching bladder all over her soaked jeans. One can only imagine what was going through her mind during her bladder voiding itself in such a humiliating way, but that's where Trina and this comic come in. This story contains 18 pages plus the cover, and all 19 files have both their original resolution forms included as well as scaled-down copies that are easier to read when made full-size. Naturally, a story about a girl who pees her pants while they're pulled down to her knees is going to involve some nudity, so expect to see Trina's butt and privates during her accident. There might also be a bare bottom or two from the other hikers as well, the ones that had the sense to squat in nature and take care of their bodies' needs before it was too late. The story itself might only be a couple sentences, but considering how long it must have taken this girl to empty her bladder there are over a dozen drawings of Trina doing her business standing, wetting her pants in a most unusual fashion. And before that happens you'll see plenty of poses where she desperately holds herself and tries to put off nature's insistent call until she has the luxury of an actual toilet. Finally, thank you to everyone who continues to buy and support my work over this summer. Like us all I've had a pretty full plate navigating my life during all the chaotic changes this year's provided, but drawing omorashi art is one of the few constant comforts I've kept to both give me a little spare money and some familiar joys among everything else happening in the world. I know my posting of new content is sporadic at best, but as long as I have fans and customers I'll do my best to keep producing no matter what life throws my way. Hope you all enjoy the teases of this comic and special thanks to everyone who purchases and downloads the entire thing! The original text can be found halfway down this webpage: https://www.toiletstool.com/toilet/toiletpostbvg.htm

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  13. Difficult clothing Mary-Jane was every bit as excited for her five year old daughter’s birthday as her daughter was. She’d been planning it for months, the cake had arrived and a huge box of items was packed. Most of the forty invited kids had confirmed their attendance and all that needed done now was for Mia to wake up, unwrap her gifts and get on her new clothes. Mary-Jane drank her morning coffee looking at the huge pile of wrapped gifts on the couch and listening for signs of Mia waking. Finally she heard her coming downstairs in her new pyjamas with ‘I am 5’ on, deliberately bought so they would look great on the photos. As an only child Mia was spoiled but Mary-Jane couldn’t resist and determined that her precious child was worth every penny. Mia excitedly opened present after present while Mary-Jane snapped photo after photo. The rustling of paper and the huge pile of packaging wasn’t the picture image Mary-Jane wanted so she bagged the rubbish quickly, ordered the gifts in a decorative fashion and had Mia pose smiling in front of them. That’s how it should be and that’s what mattered to Mary-Jane. Her phone buzzed with family FaceTiming and Mia delighted in showing off to aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents all of whom doted on her enormously. Meanwhile Mary-Jane rustled up some pancakes and juice for her darling daughter then left her eating and playing while she showered, did her make up and got ready for the party. Despite being on the larger side with especially large breasts Mary-Jane knew how to show off her curves and her shoulder length hair was styled to the last follicle. She then returned downstairs, washed Mia with a flannel and put on her new party dress that had set her back almost £50, pleating her hair and adding glitter for final effect. Mia looked every bit the princess her mum knew she was. She gave Mia juice and a biscuit, warning her not to spill anything on her outfit and had a glass of juice herself. Mia grabbed one of her new toys to take with her and off they headed in the car for the party, Mia excitedly chatting away in the rear. A few faithful family and friends were already there putting final decorations to the hall and they helped Mary-Jane in with the large LOL doll cake, LOL themed party bags, napkins, plates and even masks for the children. Mia played with a balloon happily with her cousin while set up continued. ‘Are the party organisers on their way Mary-Jane? I thought they’d be here by now?’ Mary-Jane checked her phone but just then a couple arrived with bin bags, balloons, and a huge suitcase. ‘Sorry we are a little late! It’s been one of those mornings. Don’t worry we’ll have everything set up in ten minutes.’ Mary-Jane caught up with friends as the party organisers busied themselves setting up music, lights, a bouncy castle, a ball pit and pinning up decorations as the couple were in and out the room getting more and more things. Just as they confirmed they were ‘good to go’ more children arrived and Mia got more and more excited seeing school friends, neighbours, girls from her dance class and both boys and girls from her art class, all bringing cards and gifts and running to play. As the party got fully started by the hosts the male from the couple asked to speak to Mary-Jane so she broke away from the crowd and stood outside the room briefly. ‘Hi, we have a bit of a problem. I know you paid for two mascots but unfortunately we can only provide 1 today. We’ll give you a discount today but I wanted to ask if you preferred Queen Bee or Lux? Does your daughter prefer one over the other?’ Mary-Jane was almost in tears! ‘No! No! She NEEDS to have both! Mia has to have two because her friend only had 1 and I promised her TWO at hers! This really isn’t acceptable at all!’ ‘ I am so sorry mam! We do have both outfits here and if anyone would be willing to use one I will happily let them. I had someone lined up but they have taken ill at the last minute I’m afraid. Company policy is that anyone using the outfits must be vetted for security though? Do you have any school teachers, dance teachers etc here that might help?’ Mary-Jane tried to think. ‘No! No! It’s my mum and dad and my sister and brothers and a couple of parents but no-one like that! Look there HAS to be a solution. Mia HAS to have both Queen Bee AND Lux. It’s her birthday!’ ‘I can’t apologise enough mam. The only other thing I can suggest is that maybe if you were willing to be one? As Mia’s mum of course you would be exempt from needing vetted as you can, of course, have close contact with your own child. I am sorry it’s just all I can think of.’ Mary-Jane thought for a moment then nodded. ‘Ok. I’ll do it. I will not allow my child to do without. Just let me know when I need to put it on. I assume it’s easy enough? So it’s like 5-10 minutes at the end or something right?’ ‘Oh that’s great! Well actually I like them to be out for at least twenty minutes dancing with the kids, getting photos etc. The kids LOVE the mascots so much. It can be hard for us to get them away to be honest!’ ‘Oh. I understand. As I say just say when. I’d better get back. Mia will be wondering where I am!’ In fact Mia was too busy having fun with her friends to have even noticed her mum had briefly left the room. Mary-Jane whispered to her mum and sister what was happening asking them to take copious photos of Mia with the mascots before taking photos of all the children having fun herself. The party hosts were doing a great job keeping the kids entertained playing games and dancing. In no time at all the kids were guided to sit down for drinks and snacks and Mary-Jane had a quick glass of diluting juice as the hosts and family gave out crisps, sausage rolls, nuggets, cocktail sausages, pizza, cheese, sweets and sandwiches to every child. Mary-Jane was just taking more photos when she had a tap on her shoulder. A nod from the party organisers told her it was time. In a small side room Mary-Jane was handed a huge LOL costume including shoes, full head gear and padding. ‘Can I just nip to the ladies first?’ ‘Can you wait? It takes two to get these things on. We are due on in six minutes and as soon as you have it off you’ll be free the rest of the party.’ Mary-Jane thought for a moment before opening the costume fully and starting to pull it on. There was a huge padded body suit including arms and padded gloves, a full over the head part, trousers, and even padded shoes. She started by pulling the trousers on then climbing into the body part, grateful that it wasn’t too tight against her fuller body. ‘How does this fasten then?’ ‘They zip up the back. I’ll do you and then if you could do mine? You put the feet on next and the head on last. It’s sweaty in these mind but the kids faces are so worth it’ Mary-Jane pulled the sleeves to her shoulders, the padding making her even larger than she was in every area. She hobbled towards the female party organiser who quickly zipped her up at the back. ‘Take your shoes off. It’s much easier to get the feet on in just socks and keeps the material cleaner’ ‘Ok’ She climbed into the feet pulling them tight on and then shuffled to zip up the organisers costume. She then pulled the head over her head and tried talking, which was almost impossible. She pulled the head over up slightly. ‘Do I look ok?’ ‘Perfect’ ‘Cool because I really should have went to the toilet first! So in, dance, photos and out? 15 mins tops? Not sure I can stand the heat much longer than that!’ ‘Yip. Should be fine. Right let’s go!’ Mary-Jane peeked into the hall through the eye holes of the mascot outfit seeing the forty or so kids sitting on the ground avidly looking at the entertainer who appeared to be be playing some sort of LOL themed game with the thrilled audience. Lux stepped in first and Mary-Jane followed as Queen Bee in her huge golden puffy dress up mascot outfit. Wether it was nerves or just genuine need she wasn’t sure but suddenly he felt incredibly desperate to wee! Now wasn’t the time! Mia needed her. It took just one child to notice the mascots and the children all ran excitedly to see them. Not being used to the sudden charge of children in a padded costume Mary-Jane almost fell backwards. Thankfully, Lux was more prepared and put her arm out to stop the children. As expected the children loved the mascots and Mary-Jane found herself beaming and emotional as she heard Mia’s little voice squeal with delight. She got caught up in the moment dancing and hugging the children and standing for so many photos. Despite her aching throbbing bladder she just couldn’t pull herself away from the adoring children. Eventually after almost twenty minutes someone guided her out the room by which time someone had already taken Lux back to the changing room and unzipped her. Mary Jane walked in and pulled the head gear off panting for air. ‘Geez these things are hot. And goodness I am bursting for the loo so bad! Can you unzip me? Thanks!’ It took a lot of effort to pull the dress off with its long full length sleeves and padded gloves and as soon as Mary-Jane could she moved from foot to foot and grabbed between her legs. ‘I wish I had went to the toilet before doing that! I had to concentrate so much in there to keep it in. God these things are murder to get off aren’t they?’ ‘Yip. Listen we don’t want us both coming out here at the same time or one of the smart kids will guess it was us as the dolls. I’ve just got these shoes to get off then I’ll head back in. It’s straightforward to get off now. See you in a bit. And well done!’ Before Mary-Jane could protest the woman left her alone with padded shoes and dress trousers still to get off. By now frantic to pee Mary-Jane danced around from foot to foot trying to undo the ties of the padded feet unsuccessfully. ‘Dear God I have to pee so bad! Come off! Hurry up!’ Finally one foot loosened and Mary-Jane slipped it off. Hopping and trying to hold herself she put the other foot on a chair but as she bent forward to undo the ties she felt a spurt of pee escape her crotch. Grabbing herself she tried pushing hard between her legs but the mascot trousers, her leggings and underwear formed too many layers to get enough pressure. She yanked hard at the shoe and pulled it off. Now all that was left was the tan trousers. Mary-Jane cursed as she tried to undo the clip at the waist that held them up, but it wouldn’t budge. The costume wasn’t designed for someone of her build despite being elasticated. She tried again jumping up and down in panic and urgency to urinate. ‘Come on! Come on!’ Unable to leave to room in case a child from the party recognised the character mascot trousers and with no-one to help her Mary-Jane tried a third time, even trying to nudge the trousers down with the clip closed. Her thighs were just too big though and she just couldn’t stay still. She sat on a plastic chair bouncing her knees and legs frantically trying to think what to do when another strong bladder spasm hit. With her legs spread apart she leaned forward in the chair, her hands on her knees and her teeth clenched. Another longer spurt rushed out uncontrollably, then a four second pause before the damn burst its banks completely . Mary-Jane could feel the warmth and liquid rush through her thong, pour into the crotch of her leggings then run down her leggings and soak through the mascot trousers. She sat there frozen to the spot as her bladder completely emptied, her face red with embarrassed but her mouth no longer clenched and tense. Quickly she then stood up, stepped forwards, undid the suit trousers, pulled them off and wrapped them altogether with the rest of the mascot outfit in the bag and ran to the ladies next door where she washed her hands, splashed her face with cold water and used the hand dryer as much as possible to dry her leggings whilst still on. Thankfully being black and having faced forwards most of the damage was down the inside legs, the crotch and her bottom. She left the ladies and looked in on the party which was just finishing. Whilst the children said goodbye to the organisers Mary-Jane slipped in grabbed her coat and tied it round her waist to hide any visible signs of her accident. She paid the organisers cash and tipped them well hoping the suit trousers would dry before they noticed what had happened. ‘Mum, mum, wasn’t that brilliant! Did you see Lux and Queen Bee mum? I won pass the parcel! Oh and can Kyra come and play, please mum...please?’ Kyra’s dad approached smiling with Kyra by his side. ‘If her dad says that’s ok?’ ‘If you don’t mind Mary-Jane?’ ‘No it’s fine. You are both welcome if you want. As long as you don’t mind me getting a quick shower? I’m....sweating after the party’ Kyra’s dad winked at Mary-Jane. ‘Of course not. You know I have been hearing so much about these LOL dolls today. I never knew some colour changed, some spit...and some even pee!’ He glanced down at Mary-Jane’s legs before smiling at her. ‘I wonder which one of those Queen Bee does?’ Mary-Jane laughed. ‘Apparently you only find these things out by giving them a drink. You fancy a coffee at mine?’
  14. It was going to be a close run thing, and she knew it. Abby had double booked herself. It was her best friend Mike's 18th birthday, and they had been planning a night out for so long. It had been the topic of conversation since they were about 14, their first, legal night out. Problem was, she had also agreed to go on a team building session with work, and it had happened to fall on the same day. The session was a boozy lunch, followed by the normal team building activities. The problem was it was in Warrington, which was a 90 minute coach journey away. The return coach was scheduled to leave at 5:30, arriving back at 7, and she'd arranged to meet in a local Wetherspoons at 7:30. The team building had actually been a really good day. She worked as an accountants PA, so itt was a very male orientated job. Infact there were only 3 women on the trip. Sue, who was the boss, and a very formidable woman. You would certainly not cross her, and Katerina, a Hungarian graduate, who's English was tenuous at best. As an 18 year old trainee Abby had felt quite vulnerable on a coach with 19 men, but it had been fine, she'd received a lot of attention and been made to feel very welcome. She'd had 2 glasses of wine at lunch, and she really wasn't used to drinking. She felt OK though, as she'd drank about 2 pints of water in the afternoon whilst outside doing the physical tasks; she did, however, groaned a little at the suggestion to go to a local pub before the bus came. She really wasn't used to drinking and with a night out tonight planned more alcohol was not what she needed. Nevertheless, Andy was buying a round so she joined in. As soon as they got into the pub Abby made her excuses and dashed to the little girls room, It was only when she sat and released her pent up urine she realised how badly she'd had to go, it felt glorious, and she peed and peed and peed for ages. As she re-entered the bar she was greeted by Andy, who proudly handed her a pint of lager. "A pint" she gasped, "Of course" replied Andy, "You're one of the boys now". Abby groaned inwardly at this, a pint of lager was the last thing she would have chosen, but, she was happy to be included so she accepted and gulped it down. Just as she was finishing this one, the regional manager Steve approached with another. "I'm really pleased you've settled in so well Abby" he said, "Its a pleasure to have some women on these trips, they're always so testosterone fueled. She settled back and had a bit of a chat, getting on the good side of the management was going to be a great move. With about half a pint left, the coach pulled up outside. Sue made a beeline for the ladies, and Abby made to follow her, but John grabbed her arm. "Come on Abs, coach is here" he said, "lets get to the back like the cool kids". Abby thought about protesting, but she didn't really need to go, she'd only just been, it was only precautionary, and a 90 minute journey was absolutely nothing. She'd be fine she told herself, chugging down the end of her beer, and following on. Half an hour later, and Abby was starting to worry that she'd made a mistake. Her bladder was making itself known BIG TIME. Had she still been in the pub she'd be heading for the ladies, but she wasn't, and while she wasn't bursting yet, she was really concerned with how quickly her need had developed over the past 30 minutes. None of the guys seemed to notice though, and she was still involved in the conversation, so it wasn't an issue, she tried to tell herself. Another half an hour passed, but, as she feared, her need was building with each passing minute, and she was now bursting to go. Really bursting. She'd gone really quiet, and was pressing her legs together tightly. Her mind was racing. She needed to go so badly, but there was nowhere she could go. A glance at her watch told her there was still half an hour to go, and that was going to be torture. She'd be fine if her need didn't increase, but she knew it was going to. It was the lager, she thought, why had she downed 2 full pints, why didn't she have her precautionary wee before she left. Oh god, this couldn't be happening. She was snapped out of her silent turmoil by John, "Are you OK Abby?" he asked "You've gone very quiet all of a sudden". "Ooh, ah, erm, yeah" stammered Abby, "I'm just, erm, tired, that's all" she added. "It has been a long day" said John, "Drink in the afternoon always does that to me, could be worse though, I'm busting for a piss" he added smiling, trying to make her feel better. It didn't though, if anything she felt worse, she couldn't admit her need to a group of male work colleagues, she just couldn't, but now he was going to be open about his. Ten minutes later, and her need had risen to almost new heights, she was at the stage now where she'd be dropping whatever she was doing and running to the ladies room wherever she was, she was absolutely bursting, verging on desperate, and for the first time was seriously beginning to doubt whether she would be able to wait. as she tried to think this through, she noticed to her horror, the coach was slowing to a stop. The tannoy system crackled into life. "OK gents" started the driver, we've hit a bit of a delay, there's been an accident, shouldn't take too long to get through though, bear with me and I'll have you home as quick as I can. An audible groan went up, as the coach ground to a halt. The news was a disaster for Abby, who had been conting down the seconds towards their 7 o'clock arrival, that seemed nigh on impossible, but to add a delay to that was terrifying. They sat still for 5 minutes, before Andy stood up, "its no good" he declared, I absolutely have to piss, I literally can't hold it, and he dashed off the the front. "Me too" chimed Colin, "oh fuck, I'm glad you said that" added Steve, "my eyes are floating", in total 6 guys dashed to the front and started arguing with the driver. Abby's mind was whirring, would he stop for them, there must be a services close by, oh god, a toilet would be luxury, thank god for John she thought, The driver will have to stop for us now. As she convinced herself that a toilet was imminent, she was absolutely horrified to see the doors open, and the 6 lads jump off. She watched in horror as they dashed to the hard shoulder. John was unzipping his fly as he ran, and one by one they pulled out their willies and let rip, 6 furious desperate gushers. Abby almost started to cry. How she longed to join them, but there was nowhere for a desperate girl to squat. Without thinking she pressed a hand between her legs, something she'd only ever done when absolutley frantic. She was approaching crisis point, if all the boys were weeing here did that mean they wouldn't stop at a toilet? The thought was almost too much to bear, Oh God she needed to go, she found herself actually contemplating popping a squat. There was no shame, all the boys had been, and she'd drunk just as much as them, could she ask them to stand guard. God the thought was horrifying, no, she couldn't do it, she had to wait, she hoped the other girls would need to go too, Suddenly, out of nowhere, Katerina stood up. "OH NO" she shouted "Me go too, me pee pee now, oh no, oh no" Abby watched aghast, surely not, she couln't be, girls didn't wee in public. Katerina dashed down the aisle though frantically unbuckling her belt. "I sorry, I sorry" she gasped. Sue stood up too. Katerina, get back in here at once" she commanded, but poor Katerina looked like she'd gone beyond the point of no return, she pulled down her jeans as she clambered off the bus, and immediately dropped to her haunches, letting out the most unbelievable blast of pee. Her legs were shaking as her eyes rolled back into her head. Abby looked out of the window, she could see everything. Katerina had literally no privacy, her most intimate parts on display to a busy motorway full of people. Horns started to blast, and abby could clearly see the middle aged man in the old VW beetle next to her filming on his phone, the lads from the bus all headed back, and also started to jeer her, but her stream blasted on and on. The poor girl must've been beside herself. Abby had never peed in public before. Girls just didn't do that, whatever happened she had to hold on until she was in a proper toilet. She was very very desperate now though, so there could be no pretense, she had to make the bus stop at the next available ladies room! All the boys made their way back to their seats as Katrina sheepishly boarded the coach, there was a quite obvious wet patch between her legs where she had obviously started to wet herself. She was greeted at the door by Sue, with a face like thunder. "What the fuck was that" she boomed "You can't just drop your knickers and piss in the street, you're representing the company, its an absolute disgrace. "I sorry" gasped Katarina, tears flowing down her face "I needed peepee, I no wait" "You're a 32 year old women" scalded Sue, "not a 12 year old boy, women don't just piss in public, they hold it until they reach a proper facility." "I know" said Katarina, "but I needed so bad, I no wait any more". "Its just not good enough Katarina, you will get an official warning for this" . "But, boys they pee pee" said Katarina, trying to argue; Sue shot her down "Don't you dare take that tone with me, we all know its diffierent men, women must hold. I didn't need to drop my knickers on a crowded motorway, young Abby there has managed to sit quietly without flashing herself to the world, neither of us have started to piss in their knickers, just sit down and have a long hard think about what you've just done". As Katarina sat down, Abby felt she was reaching the end of her tether. She was absolutely desperate to make the coach stop, and almost didnt care where, she was at the point where a ladies room would be a luxury, anywhere but in her pants would do. She longed to run down the coach tell Sue of her need, but she had been horrified by the way she'd reacted to poor Katerina. She had been screeched at and was facing a disciplinary, but oh god, what Abby would do to swap places with her now and have an empty bladder. Instead it felt like there was an entire reservoir between her hips, and it was all pressing against her tiny little wee hole, screaming to get out. It was only 5 minutes until the bus was on its way again, but it could have been 5 hours. Her whole world was centered between her legs, and the incredible fight her tortured young vagina was fighting. The tannoy system crackled into life again. "Traffic has cleared folks, we'll be back home in about 15 minutes" said the driver cheerily. "Christ Abs" said John, breaking her out of her internal termoil for a second, "I'll tell you what I was desperate back there, I don't know what I'd have done if the driver didn't let us off, theres no way I'd have been able to hold on another 15 minutes, I'd have had to have let go on the coach. I swear to god, I'd have pissed my pants for sure. Do you not need to go too? you drank the same as us, you were guzzling down that water earlier." Abby's mind was racing. He'd caught her on the hop, she couldn't just come out with it and tell him, however much her body was screaming at her to admit her need, to tell everyone she was more desperate than she'd been in her entire life, to make the bus stop, and to wee and wee and wee, but she had to stay professional. "erm, well, yes actually" she replied, blushing beet red, "I'm afraid I'll have to make a dash for the little girls room when we get back, I'll be OK though" her body was sending out urgent distress signals like it couldn't believe what she had said. She wouldn't be alright, hell she wasn't alright now, she was absolutely desperate. Easily as desperate as she'd ever been in her entire life, with no way of finding relief for 15 minutes, and putting on a pretense that she didn't need to go badly at all. John, now freshly relieved, wouldn't leave her alone though, "wow, you're a better person than me then, they say you girls are made of strong stuff, honestly, I thought I was going to wet myself. Oh the relief when I could let it out, God it felt amazing." Abby's bottom lip started to tremble as she fought back tears, how she longed for that feeling. "I tell you what though, what about Katerina, can you believe that, I've never seen anything like it, just knickers down, arse out, pissing away in public, the dirty bitch." "Nice bush though" chirped Colin, who'd also found relief, "I got a sneaky pic, I'll be sticking that online later on, If she's gonna get her gash out in public, shes gonna get it shown off." "she must've have been bursting" added Steve, did you see the size of the wet patch, she'd actually started to piss herself." "She probably got off on it, the dirty cow, "I've heard those foreigners are into that sort of thing", added another man. Abby could barely believe what she was hearing. What she thought were a lovely group of lads were disgusting, middle aged perverts. If they talked like that about a middle aged woman with a hairy bush, how would they react to her tender, perfectly shaved slit. There was absolutely no way she could allow them that satisfaction, she had to hold on, she just HAD to. Another 5 minutes passed by agonisingly slowly, and poor Abby was frantic now, absolutely beside herself, she was now not only as desperate as she had ever been, but also, more desperate than she had ever imagined possible, She'd been trying to press between her legs for the past few minutes, but John kept looking over. Each wave seemed to be more intense than the last and her vision was starting to blur. She had to do something to help her tiring muscles, so she tried to bring up her foot onto the chair, as she lifted her bum off the seat all of the urine seemed to pour to her entrance, a strong burning sensation spread through her abdomen, and hssssssssss, she couldn't stop it, just for a split second, a tiny spurt had escaped, she was powerless to resist, she'd actually started to wet herself. "MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHH" she grunted, "OH NO", as she slammed her foot beneath her, and dropped her tender, fleshy labia down hard onto the heel. "AAAAHHHHHHH" she gasped, as her tortured private parts finally had some help, and it brought her back from the brink. Only at that point did she notice John staring. "Are you OK Abby?" he asked, "what's up?", "Oh, err, well, nothing really" she stammered as another urged pulsed over her, and she ground her frantic pussy into her heel, "Its OK" said John, perfectly aware what the issue was, "you'll make it, just hang on." At that point, her phone started to ring, she looked down to see 'Mike Calling'. It was 7:20, she was supposed to be meeting them in ten minutes, she'd completely forgotten. She was barely capable of logical thought any more. All she could think about was keeping her knickers dry. She answered the phone. "ABBY BABES, HIYA" beamed Mike, obviously delighted to talk to his friend, "WHERE ARE YOU?" "Erm, still on the bus" stammered Abby, trying to sound normal. "Still?" enquired Mike, well I hope you'e coming straight here, it ain't my birthday without you here." YES, that was it, thought Abby, Wetherspoons was this side of town, she was only 2 minutes away, if she could get dropped off there she'd be in the toilet within 3 minutes, Oh my god, she was going to make it. "yes Mike" she shouted a little too loudly, "I'll get dropped there" "OH YAY" shouted Mike, as he started to ramble, "Mike" gasped Abby, "Mike please" trying to calm him down, "there isn't a queue is there?" "What?" replied Mike, "A queue to get in" she replied, she knew it got busy on a Friday night, "Mike, theres no way I can stand in a queue" The thought of it sent a shiver through her, she'd pee her pants for sure. "Mike please, its really important, did you queue to get in." "No babe, No queue, why?" doesn't matter" she replied "see you soon". She hung up the phone with a new optimism, and scanned out of the window, they were nearly there, but she was at the back of the bus, she had to make the driver stop, it'd all happened so soon. she whipped her foot from underneath her and stood up. Her bladder protested as it was shaken and pressed, another desperate, burning urge overtook her, and she pressed her hand hard into her crotch, she started down the aisle, but after about 5 steps, she had to stop and break into a full pee dance."OH NO, OH No" she moaned as she pressed both hands into her crotch and bent double "oh god oh god oh god," she staggered down the coach, ignoring the jeers of the other passengers. "WHAT ON EARTH" shouted Sue, but as she approached the driver, literally she didn't have a second to spare. "Please stop the bus" she gasped. "Not yet love" replied the driver, "it'll only be 5 minutes." "PLEASE" she shouted, "I need to get off here" Her body was shaking as the thought of denial tormented her, "I'm meeting friends in Wetherspoons", "I can't I'm af....." the driver started to talk, as Abby's bladder pulsed again, another split second burst blasted into her knickers. "PLEASE" she sobbed, talking over him, barely stopping for air, "PLEASE STOP, I mean pleasee, erm, please" It was no good she was going to have to beg. A single tear rolled down her cheek, "Please, if you don't stop now I am going to wee myself, its coming out, please, please have mercy, i have about 30 seconds and its over, I need a wee, I need a wee, oh god please, please, just let me go to the toilet, please just stop the bus, don't make me wet myself, Arrgh, it hurts, I'm absolutely desperate, you don't understand, you have to stop the bus now" "OK, OK, for fuck's sake, girls on these trips are a fucking nightmare, just hold it for 30 seconds while I park up. "Ohmygodyes" she blurted out, "Thankyou thankyou thankyou." she was almost climbing the walls clawing at the door when he finally pulled over, with her right hand actually inside her knickers pressing as hard as she could directly onto her bursting peehole. She staggered off the coach barely aware if she was weeing or not. She was in a blind panic, her bladder screamed at her, it NEEDED to be emptied, her pussy burned and throbbed and pulsed, her legs were shaking as she tried frantically to keep control. Desperately she turned and headed towards Wetherspoons. She could barely walk, it was more of a desperate waddle, keeping her thighs pressed firmly together. She wanted so badly just to drop everything and run, but there was no way her bladder could take it. "Come on, come on," she whimpered to herself, willing herself on, she had to hold on, she had to, girls always found that bit of extra strength. "just a few more seconds, hold it, you can do it." she was willing herself on, silently praying to God, Allah, Buddah, anyone or anything, just to keep her peehole squeezed shut for just a few more seconds. She staggered round the corner and there it was, Wetherspoons, and Mike was right, there was no queue. "Oh thank fuck" she gasped, "Come on Abby" Her bladder thrashed and screamed, almost as if it knew relief was close, "please, please, please", she took her hand away from her vagina as she approached the pub, in an attempt to look normal. The loos were just inside the door, she was going to be OK she thought as she waddled through the doors, when a bouncer stepped infront of her, blocking her path. "ID please love". "WHAT! NO!" She gasped, this couldn't be happening, she was literally seconds away from pissing herself, "Oh god, no" she gasped again. "Excuse me?" asked the bouncer. "Oh shit, please" there was no pretense any more, "Please, please, please, just let me in, I have ID but I'm literally desperate for the toilet, I've been on a coach for so long and it was stuck in traffic and loads of people got to wee, but I didn't, and I'm bursting, Plleeeeeease" "That's very interesting, Love." he said very condescendingly, "But I have to insist on your ID, just doing my job, its illegal to let you in if you look under 25 and I haven't checked" Her mind raced, and her bladder screamed. "Please" she said as she pressed her hand back into her crotch, "Please" she couldn't even think straight, her legs were shaking, her need seemed to be rising as her bladder fought to void itself, her tight little vagina was clenched, but it was hurting so badly. "Look, you're not getting in without ID, so if you have ID you need to get it now, and if you don't then you need to move on. I've seen it a thousand times before love, I'm not falling for your pathetic fake pee dance" The telling off was like a punch in the gut. there was no way she could take her hands away now, her legs were shaking, her whole body was convulsing, her pussy throbbed and burned. She opened her mouth to try and talk, but instead just burst into tears. She was hysterical."pleaseI'mnotlyingpleasehelpweeIneedohgodpleasenopee" her words garbled into one, tears rolled down her cheeks, her body became more and more frantic, then, without warning, pssssssssssss, she lost it, her little peehole gave up, just for a few seconds as her pee blasted into her knickers, her eyes shot wide open as she froze in place "no no no no no no no NO!" "Oh fuck no, oh god, its coming out!", Her eyes bulged wide, staring at the man, silently begging him for mercy, tears flowed down her cheeks, she was shaking as she pressed her hand harder into her pussy. her jeans felt really wet, and her whole abdomen now ached, she couldn't take it, pssssssss, another furious blast escaped her, this time worse than before, it was a full 7 seconds of hissing, thrashing red hot girl pee flooding her knickers. the wet spot spread now, and started to run down her legs. "I can't help it she cried, please, oh fuck no, please I'm peeing myself" "Christ Dan, she's pissing her pants" said the other bouncer, he looked down and saw the wet patch spreading and spreading, "Shit, you really do need to go don't you?" asked the bouncer, "Go on love, you better run in before you make a mess" "I-I can't" she stammered, It was too late, she was frozen to the spot, the pain too intense to move, it was over, the worst pang of pain she'd ever felt shot through her most intimate parts and then she closed her eyes, it wasn't worth fighting it any more, a warmth spread accross her abdomen as piss furiously gushed into her knickers, it was forcing its way out, thrashing down her legs pouring into her shoes, she was completley out of control. The pain slowly started to subside, as what felt like litre after litre of furious, gushing, hissing, red hot pee thrashed into her knickers. She felt herself going weak at the knees as her head spun, she was mortified, absolutely devastated, she couldn't believe what had happened, but at the same time, it felt so, so good for the pain to be over, her whole body awash with sensations of pleasure, as the seering hot liquid massaged her now super horny, and very releived girlhood. On and on the flood went as she stopped fighting and just let it happen. After about a minute her stream dwindled, and she clenched herself shut again, becoming painfully aware of her surroundings. Her cheeks blushed cherry red, in a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation and arousal. "Oh my god, that dirty bitch just, like, totally pissed herself" said a voice behind her, "Can you believe it, she must've been bursting" added another, "Bursting?" questioned a third voice, "a grown woman just pissed herself, you can't be that bursting, you can always hold on if you try, she must've got off on it, what a vile creature" Tears flowed down her face, as she ran back home, humiliated beyond belief. When she got home she thought about what had happened, and although she was devastated, she was pleased she'd avoided wetting herself on the bus, as she got in the shower, she fingered herself to one of the biggest orgasms of her life.. She felt so dirty, and it felt wrong, but at the same time the relief and the warmth had felt so so good. As she calmed down, she saw a text from Mike. "Where are you babe? Are you coming?" she giggled to herself, "like you wouldn't believe, Mike, but I'll never be going to Wetherspoons again!"
  15. Reyna felt the wind blow across her skin and knew a battle was brewing. She had been waiting in a small alcove in the Asian style architecture found in Haven. She had been there for quite some time just waiting for any rival agents to appear. Her dark clothing allowed her to stay relatively unnoticeable in the shadowy corner where she now stood. Reyna suddenly heard footsteps in her area. Quickly she hunkered down as her senses went on high alert. She grimaced as she felt a few drops of urine hit the fabric of her panties . A full bladder was the least of Reyna's concerns however, as the footsteps started to get closer. Jett carefully made her way toward the bomb site, checking corners as she went. her job was simple. Get in plant the spike, get out. That didn't mean t was going to be easy. The fabric of the Korean girl's pants rustled as she moved along the corridor. She clutched her vandal assault rifle in her hands. Looking at her map Jett saw that the bomb site was just around the next corner. She shivered in anticipation, and felt her abdomen clench. She had never done particularly well at keeping her clothes dry during tense situations. More often than not Jett could be seen exiting a battle with a large stain covering her pants. She would just have to hope this time was different. It was showtime. As Reyna stared down the scope of her operator sniper rifle, she saw a flash of movement to her right. Instinctively she fired a shot and dove behind cover. Crouching, Reyna made her way to a large stack of boxes which would provide both cover and good sight lines. It was imperative that she stay a good distance from her target as her sniper would be much less effective up close. Similarly, Jett was also crouched down behind a box. However she was not thinking about battle tactics. Instead she was focused on not wetting her pants. That shot had been too close for comfort even with her advanced mobility. Already a small stain had become visible on her grey sweat pants. After a moment of frantic holding Jett began to calm down. She had seen a flash of purple on the other side of the bomb site, meaning her adversary was none other than Reyna. She was in for a long battle. Reyna stood behind the boxes as she tried to calm her breathing. Her bladder was closing in on its breaking point, but Reyna was unable to do anything about it as taking her attention off of the battle could cost her a lot more than a change of pants. Suddenly a thought came to her. She concentrated and summoned a ball of dark energy in her hand. She threw it around the boxes and after a few seconds she peeked out and looked for a shot. Jett had seen the sphere hurtling toward her and froze. It exploded mere feet in front of her and suddenly she could see only darkness. With her vision limited to only her immediate surroundings, Jett acted off pure instinct. She used her tailwind ability to instantly dive for any kind of cover. Fortunately she found it. Diving behind a small stone wall, Jett heard the sharp whizz of a bullet and felt the air of the passing shot on her neck. Her breath came in gasps as she sat behind the wall. her back was pressed against the stones as she felt another unpleasant sensation. She groaned as she looked down and confirmed her suspicions. Once again she would not be leaving with clean pants. Her bladder was completely voiding itself with no input from Jett required. The small stain that had resider on her pants before quickly grew as the Korean pissed her self. Her pee poured through her pants forming a puddle on the ground. The warm liquid pooled below her thighs and ass, as well as continuing to spread out ward. Jett's thoughts were rudely interrupted however when she remembered her current situation. She wanted this fight to be over as quickly as possible. She grabbed her gun and was ready to take the fire fight when she realized one important thing was missing. The spike. She frantically scanned her surroundings before realizing that it was nowhere to be found. With no spike, no plan, and a very gross pair of pants, Jett decide to throw in the towel. Slowly backing up Jett moved past the wall she was hiding behind, and with out hesitation, dashed towards an open door way. She heard another shot go off, and her bladder responded by sending what little pee it still contained into her underwear. This resulted in a one second stream, nothing compared to its release earlier. Jett ran down the corridor at a sprint. She would live to fight another day. Reyna saw the other woman running and knew she had won. Although her adversary had lived, the bomb had not been planted making the mission a success. Reyna didn't feel like celebrating though. As soon as she had seen Jett run away she had dropped her weapon and hunched over hands between her legs. Her bladder was screaming for release, and unless Reyna found a toilet now, it would do so in her pants. Reyna started to hobble down the cobblestone streets of Haven as she scanned desperately for a place to relive herself. Walls and boxes passed by with little recognition as Reyna focused fully on her new objective. She even failed to notice the puddle created by her opponent, hidden behind one wall. After a solid ten minutes of searching, however, Reyna knew there was no hope. With a whimper and a shiver, she lost control. Reyna stood frozen as her bladder emptied, piss rushing into her pants. Immediately, the already dark material covering her crotch deepened in hue. She felt her legs warm as the urine poured down her tan thighs. A puddle began to form on the ground as the pee made its way to the ground. Reyna could only stare in shock as she peed her pants. After a full three minute accident Reyna continued her walk in a daze. Her mission had been completed but at the cost of her dignity.
  16. Has anyone ever wet or almost wet under bad circumstances while trying to either make it or wait until you could wet? Example. Like if you were at an amusement park with friends with no intention of wetting but couldn't make it back to the restrooms? Or if you were holding at work but started leaking before you got off or could get home(not necessarily getting caught). My closest experience is probably holding while grocery shopping and starting to leak as I struggle to get all the groceries away. Or even as I'm still unlocking the door. Reply or message me with yours if you have any(:
  17. HI, my name is Alex. I'm just a normal guy like everyone else, or so I thought. Right up until my freshman year of college. I had grown up in a small town with one small school for each age group and was never very confident with the ladies, so moving off to college in the big city all on my own was a pretty big deal, and exposed me to the much larger world I had never been a part of growing up. I was smart, not quite athletic enough to make a college sports team if I had tried, and played an instrument in band. Maybe slightly above average looking? Some girls called me cute (though they still didn't seem to want to go out with me, always being taken by the school jocks instead, but I digress). I met Angela, or Angie, in that first semester in Macroeconomics 101. She was beautiful in a girl-next-door sort of way: brunette hair that was down to her shoulders and slightly wavy, 5'4", and a combination of fit but curvy that I adore, with a skinny waist, wide hips, and breasts I later discovered to be 36D. Best of all were her deep brown eyes and a smile that captivated my soul. She was my dream girl. So of course it took me weeks to get up the nerve to actually talk to her. Once I did, though, we found pretty quickly that the conversation flowed easily between us and in no time we were spending more and more time together. One afternoon after I walked with her back to her dorm after classes she was finally tired of my hesitations and she surprised me with a kiss. We had the boyfriend-girlfriend talk and just like that we were a couple. I was on cloud nine. After a couple of weeks the tentative kissing grew more passionate and our hands began to roam over each other's eager bodies during our make out sessions we would sneak when roommates weren't around. Which is where we found ourselves one fall Friday evening in her dorm after classes, on her bed, making out fully clothed, minus her t-shirt. As we kissed and rolled around, our waists pressed together slowly dry humping each other, my hand slipped down her side and she giggled and flinched. "Careful, I'm ticklish!" she said. "Oh? What? This?" I responded, and reached for her sides again. She squealed and squirmed and laughed and tried to fight me off. We mock-wrestled as I continued to try to tickle her sides while she continued to laugh and try to push my arms away. It was all still arousing in a cute sort of way. A few moments later through her laughter she said, "Stop or I'll pee myself!" I laughed with her and kept going. "I'm serious!" she said. "A likely story," I replied, redoubling my efforts, "Just trying to get out of it." Her voice inflection, her body flush, her motions, all were turning me on. She squealed again, "I'm... not joking... if you don't... stop... I'll... I'll.." Suddenly she squealed again, different this time, and her legs squeezed together and she tried to push me away with her arms and knees. Sensing the change I sat backwards up onto my knees and she curled herself into a ball and rolled off of her bed to stand on the floor beside me with her hands pressed hard into her crotch, her knees hard together. She looked at me with a shocked face, a little red, but still most of a that cute smile, "I warned you!" "Are you ok?" I asked out of genuine concern. "I'm fine," she said, "but I told you if you didn't stop tickling me I'd pee my pants." "You mean?" I asked, eyes drifting down to her hand covered crotch. She pulled her hands away and rounded her back to stick her crotch forward so she could look down at it, while also providing me an amazing view of her jeans and the obvious dark, wet spot that ran the length of the crotch in kind of the shape of a cucumber, slightly wider towards the back and the start of her butt. Something inside me exploded, searing every nerve in my body. It was the most exciting, arousing thing I had maybe ever seen. She quickly stood back normal again, ruining my view, and said, "I'm sorry. This is so embarrassing. I'm too old for this." I jumped up and wrapped my arms tightly around her, "No, it's ok. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I should have stopped." She laughed a little and asked, "Believe me now?" I laughed, too, and said, "Well, I do NOW." I kissed her and held her for a moment and then said, "It isn't so bad. I could barely see anything." It was a lie, of course; I could. In fact, I couldn't STOP seeing everying in my mind's eye. "Liar," she said, "I can feel it." I kissed her some more, my erection still pressing against her body, more aroused than ever. "It's ok," I mumbled into her neck. "How are you still turned on?" she asked, but not moving away or stopping me. "Ummmm..." I paused, smelling her shampoo on her hair, kissing gently near her ear. "I dunno, it was all kind of cute, kind of sexy, kind of... hot..." She giggled again. "You think it's cute, sex, hot that your eighteen year old college girlfriend just peed her pants?" I stopped and looked into her eyes, her big, beautiful, brown eyes. "I mean, yeah, kinda. I don't know why. But, yeah, it kind of turned me on..." My eyes drifted away from her gaze out of shame. She laughed, "Aww, it's ok, sweetie," and kissed me on the nose, "We're all into something, right? It could be worse. Besides, you were bound to find out sooner or later." I smiled and looked back at her, "Bound to find out what?" She blushed again and said, "Well, I'm a little... accident prone..." Now it was her turn to avert her eyes out of embarrassment. My heart skipped a beat. Does she mean? Could it happen again? Could I get to see more? "You mean... ?" "I mean I sometimes pee myself. A little!" she clarified, "Usually, I mean. Sometimes not so little..." and laughed nervously. I pulled her close and kissed her hard, "That's so hot." In less than five minutes I had discovered I had a fetish I never knew existed. She returned the kiss and we were suddenly making out hard again, standing there in her room. My hands slid down her back to her butt and squeezed, then slowly around her hip. She didn't stop me. My right hand squeezed between our hard pressed bodies until my fingers felt warm moisture in the crotch of her jeans. She inhaled sharply but didn't break our kiss as I began rubbing her wet crotch. Her right hand moved down my side and to the front of my pants as well. She squeezed my throbbing erection over my jeans, then fumbled with the zipper, pushed it down, and reached inside my pants for the first time. Her cold hand wrapped around my shaft and the built up excitement inside me overwhelmed my senses. I shoved my face into the side of her neck and grunted as the first rope of cum exploded into my boxers. She squealed with surprise at the first pulse but managed to pull my cock free of the fly as the second ejaculation sprayed onto her hand and the front of her jeans. She continued to stroke me through my orgasm and whispered in my ear, "Yeah, baby, cum for me, that's it..." I could barely remain standing upright. When I was done I kissed her long and hard. We looked down are the mess I'd made on the front of her jeans and hand. I said, "Sorry about your jeans." She said, "Why? They were already going to need a wash!" We laughed. "I'll go clean up then we can head to the caf for dinner?" she asked. I nodded, putting myself back together. As she turned to step away she caught me eyeing the barely visible wet spot at the front of her crotch, below the streaks of cum stains. She smiled and said, "One last look before I change." She opened her legs and bend her crotch forward for me, then spun around and stuck out her butt and bent forward, before standing back up. "Get a good look?" I just smiled and nodded. She laughed, grabbed a new pair of panties and jeans from her dresser, then disappeared into the dorm's bathroom. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and flopped onto her bed on my back, staring at the ceiling. Who was I? What was this new discovery? Maybe I wasn't so normal after all.
  18. Sneezing Pad Leaks So there's something in the air this week that's been making me sneeze. As a result I’ve taken up my long-standing practice of wearing pads regularly. Yesterday, I wore a simply panty liner in my gray panties, and was lucky that it held one large squirt when I sneezed while working at my desk. If you look closely you can see that the pad was already quite sticky for other reasons, as I slipped this pad into my panties after my hubby and I had a lunch time quickie. This sneeze happened when my bladder was maybe 1/3 full, so it was only a little squirt. As you can see, my panties were kept dry. And the pad was only wet but not sodden. A couple of days ago I wore a thicker pad, and not one well-designed for pee pee leaks. It was taking up space in my bathroom cabinet, and y’all know that I do enjoy experimenting with pads. Well, I stuck this thick pad into my dinosaur panties after breakfast, anticipating possible sneezing during the day. Things were going well until after I had finished my second mug of tea, around 10:30. My bladder was quite full, and I was just wrapping up some work before nipping off to the loo when I felt a sneeze building. I decided I’d let the pad capture it, rather than trying to minimize things by crossing my legs. I was shook by three sneezes and felt moderate squirts of pee flood into my underwear and pad with each sneeze. After the third one I reached down to feel the damage. My panties were dry but a little pee had flooded out the sides and there were little wet patches on the inside of my PJ bottoms. I hurried to the washroom to pee, and snapped additional pictures of the damage. I then put a Goodnite on so I wouldn’t have to worry and went about my day. And yes, for those who are wondering, I did change out of the Goodnite in the afternoon. It was wet from a couple of additional leaks, and I took the liberty of soaking it after lunch. And here it is: Hope you are having a great week, Rachel
  19. While on a group camping trip, Alisha excuses herself to vanish into the foliage and pee. Unknown to her, she is being followed by the camp creep, armed with a night-vision camera, and intent on filming her in the act of relieving herself. In this scene we join Alisha around the campfire as she is telling a scary story. Needing to pee, she excuses herself and walks into the forest to take care of business. What she doesn’t know is that she is being followed by the camp-creep who is recording her with a night vision camera. Just before she lowers her pants she hears a noise and catches the creep in the act of filming her. She demands he turns off the camera and leaves her alone, stating that she isn’t going to expose herself in front of him. Being a total jerk, however, our camera person refuses to stop recording or to give Alisha any kind of privacy. Instead, he continues to film as Alisha grows more desperate and begs him to go away. Eventually, Alisha can’t hold it any longer and pees in her pants, and it all gets recorded on video.
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  21. Chapter One The first thing Amber was aware of as she woke up was that her head was a little fuzzy. She groaned as she realised that she had too much to drink last night. The next thing she became aware of was that she was not in her bed, but on her friend Samantha’s sofa, and Sam was stood over her looking very pissed off. “Look at what you’ve done,” said Sam. Amber followed Sam’s gaze down to her crotch, and realised that she was lying in a wet patch. She reached under the skirt she was still wearing from the night before and felt that the tights underneath were wet, and clinging to her. “I…I don’t understand,” said Amber as she began to realise what had happened. “Let me clear things up for you then,” said Sam, “You had too much to drink, embarrassed yourself at the party by laying across some old perv’s lap so he could ‘spank’ you, then you came back here with me, because you were worried that your mum would be annoyed if you came home that drunk. You woke up all the neighbours on the way in, and my little brother and sister. Then you collapsed on my sofa and to top it all off, you’ve gone and pissed yourself all over it.” “I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” said Amber. She wasn’t lying. The rest of it was quite bad, but wetting herself was incredibly humiliating. She’d never had an accident, at least not since being old enough to remember. Holly, a girl at school a few years back had, and she had been teased mercilessly for it, and Amber had joined in with the teasing. One particular comment was coming back to haunt her now. Amber had told Holly that if she still wet her knickers like a baby, she should wear nappies. Amber had thought it funny at the time. She didn’t anymore. “You should be embarrassed, and you will be. You’re my friend, and I’ve tried to warn you not to drink so much when we go out. Anything could happen to you. Luckily for you, my parents are away, so I can teach you a little lesson today.” “Teach me a lesson?” asked Amber. She didn’t like where this was heading. “Yes. You won’t like it, but just in case you get any ideas…” Sam showed Amber a picture on her phone. It showed Amber, lying on the sofa in the school uniform costume she had worn to the party last night. Her face was clearly visible. As if the puddle she was lying in wasn’t telling enough, her knees were up and her legs parted, giving a clear view up her skirt. It was very obvious that she had wet herself. “Are you blackmailing me?” asked Amber. “I guess I am,” said Sam. “I don’t want to send this to anybody. If you do as you’re told, you’re going to have a very embarrassing time, but it won’t leave this house. If you refuse to co-operate, then this goes out to all our friends. Your call.” Amber thought about it, but only briefly. That picture could not get out. She had seen what had happened to Holly, had been part of it, when she had wet herself, and they had all been younger then. She didn’t want everybody knowing her dirty secret. “What do you want me to do?” Amber asked.
  22. A television news reporter accidentally wets her pants live, on-air, after growing desperate to pee during a live report. In this video we get to watch a live report from Alisha Adams. She is on-location, trying to report the news, but is also desperate to pee. During her report she grows increasingly desperate, at times even having to hold herself and cross her legs. As her desperation grows, she has an increasingly difficult time delivering her report. Despite doing her best to get through her report, and maintain control of her bladder, she ultimately fails at both. Standing in front of the camera, she ends up peeing her pants. The shock of wetting herself seems to make her forget all about her report; She stands, frozen, as she wets her pants, then runs away, humiliated, to hide.
  23. View File JAV - DLEE-167 - Desperate School Girl Accidents Desperate Japanese school girls have accidents. I could'a sworn I saw this one on here but it hasn't come up in a search. Apologies if this is a repeat. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 06/23/2020 Category JAV Collections  
  24. Reasons she couldn’t go: Locked door Ishami stepped out her Audi with an air of authority about her. As personnel manager she was used to being obeyed and took control easily. Smart, professional, focussed and pig minded she was equally hated and respected by those she worked with. She walking into the unfamiliar building as if she owned it, creating a presence wherever she went. Ishami coughed impatiently at the young receptionist as she ended a call. ‘Hi, can I help you?’ ‘About time! Yes you CAN help me by letting me through right now! Don’t you know who I am?’ ‘Sorry mam! Do you have your lanyard ID please?’ ‘Oh for goodness sake! Here!’ Isami did at least call back a brief thanks as she pushed open the door and followed the signs for boardroom 1. The hallway was broad and long but Ishami was single minded and pushed down the handle of boardroom 1 and walked in confidently, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She set to work right away setting up her laptop and connecting it to the projector on the table, using the internal phone to book refreshments and jugs of iced water and running through her slides to make sure everything was perfect. Before long the rest of her colleagues arrived, chatting, shaking hands and greeting each other. Ishami had already poured herself a large iced water and had drank half of it before the others arrived and now set about pouring herself some juice as she opened a window slightly to let in some cool air. Ishami called everyone to sit down and started the meeting by welcoming everyone and explaining the agenda which had been sent by email previously and was unfortunately longer than hoped as others had added important discussion points in that last few days. Ever the thorough and strong leader Ishami had allowed the amendments and intended to make everything clear before the meeting ended. She went through the fire arrangements and added that since the room was only booked for three hours and they had a lot to get through that unfortunately there would be no official break but that people could slip out in an emergency. As chair Ishami opened the meeting and preceded to work through every point in the agenda presenting slides, allowing presentations from others and issuing hand out when necessary, all the time sipping water and juice to keep her voice from drying out. Charismatic, enthusiastic and strict Ishami found leading and presenting natural though she did have a tendency to talk more than perhaps necessary. Water, juice and small cakes were consumed freely as everyone paid attention dutifully to both Ishami and anyone else speaking. It wasn’t until over an hour and a half into the meeting that anyone dared slip out and the look from Ishami said it all. Whilst she had verbally said it was ok to do so her mannerism and control very much hinted that it was shunned, thought by two hours in another two had briefly slipped out too and quietly came back in without disturbing the flow. Ishami drew a look of disgust at the latest person to leave though this time with more than a hint of jealousy as she would happily have slipped out herself had it been possible. She looked at the three glasses now empty in front of her and tapped her foot under the large table. Another colleague was giving a regional update and Ishami crossed her ankles under her large chair at the head of the table and tapped her toes on the floor. She longed to cross her legs but with a tight suit dress on and thin flesh tights this wasn’t practical or possible so she did what she could to help her body hold what was an ever growing amount of liquid in her bladder. The last hour of the board meeting dragged in for Ishami who regretted not finding or using the toilets before starting the meeting. She’d been too focussed on getting everything set up perfectly she hadn’t even thought to ask the receptionist where they were though she vaguely recalled perhaps seeing some on the long hallway. Ishami tried drawing the long meeting to a close as her body fought inside her, her fitted dress feeling tight and her vagina wet and throbbing. The only outward sign of her need though being a slight restlessness in her seat and the tapping of her shoes on the floor. ‘And finally any other business?’ Ishami breathed a sigh of relief when after a minutes silence it appeared that nothing more needed discussed and so she summarised the outline of the meeting and assured everyone that minutes would be with them within the week and that she would subsequently be checking on all points raised and actions required. She dismissed the meeting hoping all those in attendance would leave quickly so she could find a ladies. Determined to remain professional she unplugged her laptop from the projector, tidied away her notes and closed and put away her computer. All the while her body pushing, yearning and pleading to be released from the burden of her over full bladder which ached for relief. Normally Ishami hated leaving a board meeting first but today her colleagues were lingering and chatting more than she could bear so she made her apologies and excuses and headed with her bag to find the toilets urgently. Knowing most, if not all, of those in the meeting had used them during the long three hours she had chaired the meeting she assumed they had to be nearby. She scanned every room as her body fought to hold back the flood inside her, taking fast but cautious steps and moving continuously. Finally she found the toilet and pushed the door. Locked. She tried again. Nothing. Then she noticed a fob on the door. Damn it needed a code! She moved from foot to foot on the carpet furiously as her urethra threatened to burst. Just then two colleagues from the meeting came down chatting and laughing. Ishami longed to ask them where they had used the toilet and if they knew the code but felt far too embarrassed having had a go at both during the meeting earlier. She pretended to talk on her phone as they walked past as she continued to pad from foot to foot and squeeze her thighs tightly. The tingling was so strong Ishami longed to hold herself as she bent slightly forward as another urgent wave hit. Then another delegate from the meeting walked towards her, someone Ishami respected and who had a similar work ethic to herself. Ishami bit her lip, feeling her face redden with embarrassment as she quietly mustered the courage to talk to Marcella as she past. ‘Emmm. Marcella, you ummmm don’t happen to know the code for the toilet do you? I noticed you slip out earlier and I was emmm...just wondering?’ ‘Oh wait a minute. I put it somewhere when the receptionist gave me it when I signed in. Did she not give you it too?’ Ishami thought back to how rude she had been to the receptionist and her anger at not being given the toilet code made her frustrated and flustered. ‘Emmm I can’t recall it. If you have it handy that would be great.’ Marcella rummaged through her bag as Ishami tried valiantly to hide how badly she needed to urinate. She had an image to keep up, a professional demeanour, a stance that couldn’t be harmed. Yet the pressure between her legs was now relentless as she pulled one foot over the other and bent forward a little. ‘Sorry Ishami I seem to have lost it. I’m sure reception will let you have it though?’ Marcella walked on leaving Ishami standing outside the locked door sweating. Ishami power walked behind Marcella clenching her teeth and tightening her kegal muscles as much as she possibly could. As she pushed the swing door that lead to reception Ishami could hear the young receptionist once again on the phone. This time she felt it wrong and unfair to interrupt her despite being minutes from peeing herself. The receptionist looked up at Ishami with caution in her eyes but continued talking. Ishami curled her toes in her high heels shoes and shifted from foot to foot, sweating and anxious. The receptionist held two fingers up to signal she would be with Ishami in two minutes as the professional Indian lady paced and looked around frantically for a ladies. Tears formed at the back of Ishami’s eyes as still the receptionist continued her phone call. She took a step nearer the counter and placed a hand on it leaning against it as she tensed every muscle possible. The pressure was now unbearable as a dribble leaked into her lace trim knickers. In absolute desperation Ishami rummaged in her bag for paper and pen and scribbled a note. ‘Do you have the code for the bathroom please. It’s urgent!’ The receptionist looked at the note and smiled sarcastically at Ishami who by now could not even stand still such was her need. After what felt like an eternity she was finally handed a card with the code and Ishami rushed through the swing doors and along the corridor to the toilet as more and more colleagues headed the opposite direction. ‘Did you forget something Ishami?’ But Ishama couldn’t answer. She could hardly dare breathe as she felt more wetness in her knickers as her body could hold back no longer. As she stood outside the bathroom, colleagues looking on in wonder and her hand sweating trying to key in the code a loud whoosh caught the attention of everyone in the corridor as urine gushed down Ishami’s leg soaking her fitted dress, thin flesh tights and splashing in her high heeled shoes. With eyes glued on her Ishami pushed the door open and stood inside leaning back on the closed door frozen in embarrassment as shame. Smart, professional, focussed and pig minded she may be but here she was absolutely drenched in her own warm urine all because she could go to the toilet due to a locked door.
  25. Too shy to ask Jean really wanted to go on holiday but there was one thing stopping her: her boss wouldn’t let her go unless she found someone else to cover her shifts for the week she was away. Jean called her sister begging her to help, knowing she had regularly worked the bar at their dad’s pub in her twenties and early thirties before she married Jeff. Sure she’d now been married nearly twenty years but a pint was a pint and once a barmaid always a barmaid surely? Jeff answered and Jean made small talk first before asking to speak to Janis. She mentioned how much her holiday meant to her, how seeing her grandchildren was so important with another new baby just born and how frustrating it was that Gary was insisting she found cover herself. She reminisced about the ‘good old days’ working at dad’s pub and the many regulars they both remembered. Janis seemed happy and relaxed and Jean went in for the kill. ‘Please please Janis. It’s only a week and the money will really help you out. You’ll love it and I bet you anything the regulars love you! Please do it for me?’ Caught up in the moment Janis agreed and early Monday evening she put on her jeans and a low cut top, showing off her figure that for a woman in her mid fifties was still in incredible shape . Jeff whistled as she said goodbye and jokingly told her to behave. ‘As if I’d do anything else!’ Janis joked back as she headed out and walked the half mile to the local pub where her sister had been the barmaid for 8 years. Gary was grateful for the shift being covered and quickly showed Janis how everything worked. As she was unfamiliar with the till he suggested he take payments and she serve. Janis was fine with this as, unlike her sister, she was less outgoing, more shy and not confident with new things at all. Twenty years as a stay at home wife and mother had limited her life experience but she was glad to have an opportunity to prove herself again. The bar quickly picked up and Janis quietly but diligently worked away. Gary watched her working from a distance pleased with her standard of work and happy to have someone who seemed sensible and capable even if somewhat quiet. As the building warmed up with more customers Gary poured a glass of lemonade and walked along the bar to Janis. ‘Here! It’s just lemonade but it’s warm tonight. I should have said help yourself to any of the draft drinks or water as much as you like. It does get very hot at times I’m afraid.’ Janis took the drink gratefully and within minutes the glass was empty. She added it to the empty glasses at the bar and took the tray of them through to the kitchen. As the bar was less busy she walked round the pub and collected in many other empty glasses and took those through to be washed too. Then, seeing a queue forming around Gary, she slipped back behind the bar silently and served more customers. As the evening went on Janis found time passing quickly. She took Gary at his word and after the lemonade she consumed a glass of iced water and then another glass of lemonade. By early evening she was wondering if she might get a break at all. She hadn’t thought to ask her sister about stuff like that and she certainly wasn’t going to interrupt Gary who was chatting away to a regular customer whilst still serving others. Janis decided she’d wait until the pub quietened down even though she could do with a bathroom visit. She kept busy serving more drinks, though she found herself moving far more often and crossing her legs now and again behind the bar as her kidneys pumped waste fluid through her body to her bladder continually. Her eyes danced in Gary’s direction numerous times in the hope he might notice and send her for a break. Sadly he was too engrossed in serving and laughing with the regulars to even seem to remember she was there. By now Janis was noticeably fidgety as a customer approached the bar asking for a pint of beer. Janis smiled and took his money heading over towards the till and Gary. ‘Pint of beer. That’s £3.90 isn’t it? Getting the hang of these prices now.’ Gary smiled and took the £5 note from Janis, rang up the till and handed her the customer’s change. The customer Gary had been talking too was eying up Janis in her snug jeans and top, a sparkle in his eye as he winked at Janis. ‘New barmaid Gaz? What’s her name? She’s fit, but awful antsy wouldn’t you say?’ Gary turned to look at Janis as she walked down the bar towards the man she had served. He hadn’t seen her antsy but her bum was definitely wiggling now he happened to look. He turned and laughed with the regular. ‘That’s Jean’s sister Stu! She’s alright isn’t she. Bit quiet and shy but picking up the knowledge quickly and pulls a decent pint too. She’s just here for the week mind you.’ ‘She’s cuter than her sister anyway but there’s something about her Gaz. She’s either flirting or awful nervous or perhaps....’ Gary didn’t answer as he turned and watched Janis serve another customer this time with her legs crossed as she drank more of her lemonade. Gary smiled back at his regular and leaned towards him in a whisper. ‘I suspect she needs the ladies mate. She’s not had a break yet and think that’s at least her second lemonade. I told her to help herself. You think I should maybe let her go?’ ‘Nah mate. Her wiggle is well cute. I say wait until she asks. I mean what if she gets all that embarrassed way like woman do? She might get all upset at you knowing. My ex was like that. Hated anyone asking if she was bursting for the toilet even when it was fucking obvious. I say let her ask. I mean you aren’t stopping her going or anything. She just needs to ask right?’ Gary laughed. ‘You’re right Stu. She’s got a tongue in her head right? And she is definitely nice to watch!’ Janis meanwhile was bursting and found herself crossing her legs and bouncing on her heels behind the bar. Her face reddened as Gary approached. ‘Janis you wouldn’t mind clearing some glasses would you? The bar’s a bit quieter but could you unload and reload the dishwasher in the kitchen and bring the clean glasses through? Thanks!’ Janis uncrossed her legs, grabbed two trays and walked out to the tables and guests to collect in the used glasses, the pounding between her legs increasing exponentially as she did. She didn’t want to but her body was struggling and the only way she could hold her bladder was to dance around the room as she collected glasses onto the trays. Thankfully they were empty or she would definitely have spilled a lot of fluids with her giggling and bouncing around. Gary watched as Stu fixed his eyes on Janis’s every move. ‘Aye, she’s definitely needing that break Gaz that’s for sure! Check those thighs moving and those legs! She can hardly stand still!’ ‘You reckon I should tell her to take a break?’ ‘You kidding mate? She’s an adult isn’t she? She can talk! Let her ask! Plus she’s better entertainment than what’s on that TV there that’s for sure! Bloody repeats again!’ ‘She’ll probably ask when she comes back from the kitchen with the glasses eh!’ ‘Be a shame if she does. But you’re probably right.’ Janis slipped into the kitchen glad to be alone finally. She placed the trays of glasses on the counter with the rest of the dirty ones and immediately grabbed herself between the legs with one hand as she hobbled over to the dishwasher and opened it up. ‘Oh God I really must go the the bathroom! I need to get Gary alone. This is crazy!’ Struggling to concentrate due to the intense need between her legs Janis couldn’t for a moment work out what to do. Should she unload the clean glasses and take them through to the bar then load the dirty ones or should she load some dirty ones in the spaces available then unload the clean ones? All she could think about was holding her pee in as she danced about frantically with one hand wedged between her legs. She decided to take the dirty ones off the tray and take some clean ones back to the bar first so she could ask Gary to be allowed to use the toilet. She just needed to be brave and ask. How hard could it be? She twisted her legs and jumped around like a little school girl, totally unable to stand still. Finally both trays were loaded and Janis tried to take them to the bar but due to being so desperate to pee she was unsteady and could only manage one tray at a time. She tensed every muscle she had and walked back with the first tray, placing them under the bar and looking around anxiously for Gary. She couldn’t see him so she danced back to the kitchen, having to grab herself twice before being able to head back with the second tray. This time she lingered at the bar, bright red and with her legs tightly crossed. She moaned to herself as she saw Gary and walked towards him. ‘Did you manage the dishwasher ok then? The tablets are on the shelf above it.’ Trying to think fast, but feeling her muscles about to give way against the torrent of urine pressing fiercely against them, Janis could only muster one silly thing. ‘I couldn’t reach them. Sorry.’ Gary felt guilty as he watched Janis struggle. He could tell she was troubled as she stood there sweating, red faced and almost in tears. Janis could feel her urethra shake. She knew what was about to happen but still she couldn’t get past her shyness to ask to be excused to use the ladies. Instead she’d made up some stupid line about not reaching the dishwasher tablets when in fact she hadn’t even loaded the dirty glasses yet! Gary headed to the kitchen and Janis followed. As soon as she passed the bar Janis could feel her bladder about to pop. She grabbed herself between the legs, mortified at the thought Gary might turn around and see her. She had no idea that Stu was watching from the bar knowing just how desperate Janis now was and curious as to what might happen next. In the kitchen Gary reached up to the shelf and took down two dishwasher tablets. He began loading some glasses in as Janis came in behind him. ‘Sorry I should have shown you how to do this. It’s just been non stop tonight. I do apologise. I don’t think either of us have even had a break yet. Could you pass me some glasses and I’ll load this quick. The tablets just go in here then you shut the door and press here.’ Janis stood watching trying with everything in her to not have an accident. Her jeans felt so uncomfortable, her top a little too revealing suddenly. She had Gary alone. She just had to ask. ‘Gary, I was wondering. Could I please use the...’ But it was too late. As Janis leaned over to pass Gary another few glasses they both heard a load whoosh as Janis’s body crushed beneath her, releasing hours of pee into her jeans right in front of Gary. There was no dribbles, no leaks...just a long powerful pee that didn’t stole for almost two minutes. The pair stood in silence as first the crotch, then the right leg then even some of the left became wetter and wetter as warm urine drenched Janis from the waist down. Drips could be heard falling from the leg of Janis’s jeans as a huge puddle began forming on the tiled floor. Mortified, embarrassed and scared Janis could feel tears forming in her eyes. Why hadn’t she been strong enough to just ask for a break? Why has she held past the point of no return? Not knowing how to react, and strangely highly turned on by what he had just witnessed, Gary took the glasses from Janis’s hand and loaded them in the dishwasher as if nothing had happened. He leaned past her and took some more glasses. ‘So sorry Gary. I shouldn’t have told Jean I could do this. I should have just asked for a break. I have been so bursting for over an hour now.’ ‘And I should have told you to take one.’ ‘I don’t have any spare clothes sorry Janis. If you want to go home I’ll pay you the full shift. You’ll still come back tomorrow won’t you?’ Despite the embarrassment of peeing herself Janis had had a great night. It was much better than watching Coronation Street and then having toast and tea with Jeff like every other night. ‘I’ll be back tomorrow’ she whispered through tears. ‘But I won’t be too shy to ask for a break then.’ ‘See you tomorrow then.’ Jeff was sound asleep when Janis got home, her coat thankfully covering the majority of her wet jeans as she walked home in the dark. She took them off, which was harder than she expected as they clung to her long legs, then she put them in the laundry basket smiling. Her first night of work in almost thirty years. What a shame she had been too shy to ask for a break when she needed. But actually there was something sexy, erotic even, about what had happened. She might try it again some time, but only if Jeff wasn’t home.
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