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    This is a single zipfile containing all videos from xtube user helpmehold (aka Mbgpeelover here), downloaded late november/early december 2020. The screenshot is just the file listing since I don't have any fancy screenshotting tools at hand. They do contain nudity and some masturbation (that's why the tags), but the majority of it is clothed desperation.
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    Sir, you've had me bound and stuck in this room forever now!! I should not have had all of the water that you gave me so quickly, because now I've pissed and humiliated myself right in front of you! Tags: Bound taboo handcuffs cuffs cuffed kink kinky fetish pee piss yellow stream water sports watersports water works waterworks bladder desperation humiliating task bra topless mini skirt humiliation embarrassing embarrassment wet messy pants wetting makeup curvy curves chubby thick thighs tattoos egirl emo goth gothic blue hair dye alternative body piercings role play fantasy fantasies dark pov struggle struggling female girl solo
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  3. “So… Where’s your car?” Marcus asks a little bit too enthusiastically. Once again, he begins fantasizing about sneakily relieving himself, perhaps in one of the dark corners of the parking lot while she leaves him alone for even just a minute to look for her car. To his dismay, no looking is necessary. “Car?” She laughs, “Where’s the fun in that?” She clicks her keys, and a nearby motorcycle beeps and lights up. She gets on first, putting on her helmet before tossing him a spare. “Hop on, Princess,” she teases, “If you piss on my good leather seats, I will literally kill you.” Her tone is light and teasing, but considering who she is, Marcus doesn’t doubt for a second that she just might do it. “I did bring my own car, maybe I could just follow you?” He asks hopefully, thinking of how many chances that might afford him to relieve at least some of this pressure into a cup or something. He thinks he has an empty water bottle somewhere in there. “And risk losing you? Not a chance. We can come back for your car later. Hop on now before I change my mind.” Marcus moans and sighs, then gets on behind her. Her thick, sumptuous ass juts painfully into his bulging bladder, and when the motor gets humming… Marcus reasons that if The Anaconda was serious about killing him if he leaks on the seats, he’s already a dead man walking. By the time they arrive at the dangerous woman’s palatial mansion, Marcus swears he can feel his teeth floating. Somehow, he has managed to keep from leaking any more for the mercifully short duration of the ride, but the second the engine cuts, and he is finally able to move off of the leather motorcycle seat … With the movements and the change in pressure with her large, perfect ass no longer cutting into his aching piss tank, another short spurt escapes the tip of his hard, trembling cock. Between the vibration of the motorbike, his extreme desperation, and Rachel’s teasing ass pressing and rubbing against his sensitive cock the entire way there, Marcus feels like just a few strokes, or a few moments of dedicated attention from that sexy mouth of hers would be enough to already send him over the edge… Though which edge even he isn’t 100% sure of. “That wasn’t so bad,” he smiles weakly. Rachel runs one delicate finger slowly along the seat of the motorbike, “Dry. Very good. Shall we head inside?” She pecks him on the cheek, and then takes his hand. Marcus nods enthusiastically, “And then you’ll let me use your toilet, right?” “Of course,” she smirks, “So long as you let me watch.” “Oh, I get it, now! This is your kink, right? I have no issue with that. Never been pee shy or anything.” Marcus shrugs, then regrets moving his hands away from his desperately dancing cock. “Yes, my dear. Something like that…” Okay, so first he pees, then they bang real quick, then he sneaks off while she is sleeping or something, finds the file, grabs it, hotwires this bike of hers or maybe a car if she has one, and gets the hell out of here before she notices he’s gone. No big deal. The piss stuff is a minor roadblock, of course, but nothing he can’t handle. Just a little longer, and he’s home free. “So…” he asks anxiously, the moment they get in the door, “Where exactly is the bathroom? If you hadn't noticed hadn’t noticed… It’s… Kind of urgent,” he squeezes the head of his cock extra hard for emphasis. “You don’t need to beg, Darling. I told you I would let you go once we got here, didn’t I? It’s right this way. Through these doors, right here.” She leads him into a dark room and closes the door behind them. Marcus reaches up and turns on the lights. “I don’t understand,” Marcus stammers, “This is just an empty room… There’s no toilet in here.” The Anaconda gives a low laugh that is equal parts terrifying and seductive, “No, my dear, sweet Marcus,” she runs the back of her hand gently along his cheek, “I believe you understand perfectly.” “How – how did you know to call me that?” Marcus stammers, still not fully processing the situation. “Fascinating. I thought you were supposed to be smart. Then again… I suppose anyone would find it a little hard to think straight after the bladder torture I just put you through. Did you really think an internationally wanted assassin would be foolish enough to set up a public dating profile?” She leans closer, her lips inches from his. She runs her finger slowly down the bottom of his chin and stops with the sharpest part of her nail digging gently into his jugular. “Did you really think a girl like me would need to?” She laughs, “No, you took the exact bait I laid out for you hook, line, and sinker.” Trembling, Marcus reaches into a secret pocket in his coat, and pulls out a silver pistol. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Tinkles. See, we are both locked in here right now, and I’m the only one who knows where to find the key. You still need to pee, don’t you? Do you really think in your current state you’ll manage to make it out of here before you piss yourself?” She stretches her thick, surprisingly toned leg up, and presses her knees into his screaming bladder. Hard. The pain is so bad he can’t help but collapse to the floor, dropping his gun in the process. She kicks it across the room and proceeds to quickly pull off her tight-fitted corset top, revealing a long leather band tied tight across her large, bouncy breasts with a small roll of papers secured within her cleavage. Marcus’ cock throbs at the sight of her perfect pink areolas pressed down tight with the thin black band, the papers nestled between her soft breasts like he wishes his face could be despite himself. Her breasts jiggle deliciously as she releases the clasp, and they spring to life, freed from their binds. She tosses the papers across the room before smiling sweetly. Marcus is so mesmerized it takes him a second to put together the true purpose of the leather band— Not just a hypnotizing restraint for her ridiculously hot breasts, but for him as well. Rachel uses the leather restraint to bind Marcus’ hands tightly behind his back. He whimpers desperately. Being captured is the last thing his poor bladder needs right now. Next, she pulls her tight, sexy leather jeans part of the way down, revealing two long, winding leather garters tracing their way down her thick thighs. Marcus knows he’s in real danger but his desperate cock can’t help but strain as he catches an eyeful of the way each bind presses against her muscles and curves. She begins on the left side, pressing down on some unseen buckle, and the whole thing comes off in her hand, then does the same with the one on the right. She ties each of these around either one of his ankles and ties the other end to large spikes sticking out of the ground, some distance apart, forcing his legs wide open. She pulls Marcus’ pants down around his ankles, and teasingly strokes his throbbing hard member just once, tracing once more the opening of his desperately trembling pee hole. The cool air combined with the almost painfully soft touch hits Marcus like a ton of bricks. As soon as she pulls away, he leaks another few drops. “Aw, does the big bad secret agent need to go potty?” She teases, bending over so that he gets a tantalizing view of her perfectly round ass as she retrieves the papers from where she kicked them. “Maybe I do,” Marcus smirks, thinking maybe he’s finally gotten ahead of her twisted little game. “Maybe I’ll just go right here on the floor if you won’t let me go to the bathroom. After all, you were even kind enough to pull down my pants for me so I won’t stain them any more.” Rachel sets the papers down right underneath Marcus’ dancing cock before he has the chance to make good on that threat. “I wouldn’t advise it if I were you… Not if you’re a fan of… Well, most of Europe to start with, but I suppose the world eventually, anyway. Of course, I won’t tell you how to do your job, Sugar. If you think it’s worth the risk, then by all means…” Marcus just barely manages to hold back another spurt, grunting in pain with the effort. “What the hell are you talking about?” He asks antsily, pressing his fingernails into his palm so hard his hands turn white just to keep from releasing his bursting dam onto this strange pile of papers. “Why, I’m giving you exactly what you came here for. You did want to disable Project: Theta, didn’t you?” Marcus pants as he struggles to stave off a fresh wave of desperation that burns through his cock and nearly makes his pee hole muscles completely give out on him on the spot. “Y-yeah… I mean…” He’s too desperate to even bother trying to lie about something they both know to be the truth anyway. “Yeah. Wh-what does that have to do with anything?” “Well, don’t you see? That paper right there contains all of the schematics and kill-codes. See, I want to make a deal. You have information that PAIN wants, and we have information that you want. I’m sure you’re familiar with such trades. Kind of Secret Agent 101, after all.” “If you just wanted to trade information, why all of the pee stuff?” He asks pleadingly, trying and failing miserably to preserve some dignity in his voice. “Well, darling…” She runs her long sharp nail delicately along his shaft sending shivers up his spine and causing his penis it to arch and stretch even further up into the air, like a plant seeking the sun. She leans in close and whispers in his ear in a condescending singsong. “That’s because I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you, Cutie-pie. So here’s how this is going to work. You will stay desperate and answer my questions so that I know it will be hard for you to lie. If I think you’re telling the truth, you get rewarded. If I think you’re lying… Well, I have a feeling you’ll find out soon enough. That paper beneath you isn’t just ordinary paper. It has two properties that make it unique. One: the text on it is only visible with a UV light. You won’t be able to just sneak a peak while you’re tied up there, and two: and I tip my hat to the lab for whipping this one up for me— it’s urine soluble. If even one single drop of that pee that I can see already trying to escape,” she says that next part with a faux-sympathetic baby talk as she wipes the gleaming golden dribble forming at the tip of his pee hole away, her fingers lingering teasingly on the head of his cock for just a few moments longer than necessary, tracing gentle circles that cause his body to take over for him, bucking and humping desperately to try and get the pressure his tingling, oversensitive member desperately needs almost as much as it needs to release about a gallon of piss. She pulls away leaving him more frustrated and needy than he can ever remember having been before, whimpering and hopelessly humping the air before he realizes how pathetic he looks and reluctantly stops though his cock continues to twitch desperately so that even from across the room where she now stands, Rachel can see it. She giggles sadistically. “Yes, just like that. If you let one single drop escape that bladder of yours, and it should happen to touch those there papers, all of the papers will immediately dissolve. So,” she makes her way back to him, her hips seductively punctuating every step. Marcus is relieved that at least the papers only dissolve from urine, because the trail of precum forming right where Rachel was just stroking, and leaking dangerously close to the edge of the head of his penis is only increasing. She kneels down over him and playfully flicks his long, hard cock. “If I were you, I’d be a big boy and hold it.” Marcus gulps and clenches his pee hole even harder. He has to admit, she’s got him right where she wants him. Right now, he would tell her anything— do anything just to be allowed to relieve even a fraction of the piss stretching out the walls of his bulging bladder. “Well, I’m not totally merciless. Your poor little bladder hasn’t got much time left, so let’s begin. We’ll start easy. What’s the name of your superior?” “Norman Shmidt.” Marcus answers confidently. He’s rehearsed this one. “Oh sweetie, that was a test question, and you failed. I already know it’s Alexander Highsmith.” “Then why ask it, if you already know the answer, Anaconda?” “So that you learn the punishment for noncompliance, of course,” Rachel pushes him back, and sits right on top of his bladder, wiggling back and forth over it, while the tip of his painfully hard cock grazes the band of her lacy black panties, and the shaft twitches just inches from the visibly wet crease in the material where her labia sits. “Let’s try again. Who is the man who signs your paychecks?” Marcus grunts and moans, “Well technically some guy from accounting…” She presses her thick ass down even harder. Marcus lets out a high-pitched whimper straining with every single muscle in his body to stop the leak that shoots out of his bladder and into his shaft, “but the name you’re looking for is Alexander Highsmith.” She gets up off him, “See? He can learn. Let’s try a harder one, shall we? Where is your secret weapon development laboratory?” “A small island near Congo.” “Are you sure?” She asks, kneeling down close, pulling up his shirt, and tracing circles with her sharp nails around his bare bladder bulge. He winces, instinctively trying to move his hands to hold himself, but his restraints are tight, and he can’t move. How could she possibly know differently? She must just be testing him for a reaction, so he can’t give her one. Marcus smiles and nods, “I think I would know something like that.” “What’s the name of this small island?” She asks sweetly. Marcus fumbles trying to think of a name on the spot, “Abraham Island.” Abraham. After Abraham Lincoln. That sounds like a plausible name for a government base. “Interesting. I’ve never heard of Abraham Island.” “Well, obviously. It’s a secret island.” “Man,” Rachel complains slyly, “I really do need a piss. All that juice earlier is really catching up with me.” “My sympathies,” Marcus grumbles sarcastically. “Now, now, no need to take that tone with me. And no need for sympathy, either.” Marcus stares in horror as Rachel pulls up a clear bucket from the corner of the room, and squats over it, pissing full force right in front of him. Marcus almost wants to cry watching this. His bladder screams for relief. The sound is just too much. It’s like a high-force faucet of piss is shooting into the bucket below. He can hear it bouncing off the bottom and hitting the sides from sheer force. Through the transparent bucket, Marcus is able to see every part of her yellow, jet-like stream gushing from between her soft, thick thighs and juicy pink pussy and into the rapidly-filling bucket. Marcus knows he should probably look away, but despite himself he’s transfixed, “Mm,” she moans exaggeratedly, “that feels so good to let all that warm, yellow piss finally just explode out of my bursting bladder. I really needed this. I can hardly believe how I managed to hold all this pee in for so long. Can’t you just see my bladder deflating right before your eyes? Mm… Nothing like a nice, long satisfying piss.” Marcus does his best to squeeze his cock between his legs, but of course it’s impossible. All he can do is squirm uselessly and moan as every inch of his body begs him to do what she’s doing so freely right in front of him, but he can’t. “Sweden!” He cries out desperately, “The facility is in Sweden!” Rachel cuts her stream off abruptly. “Very good. Where in Sweden?” “St-Stockholm,” Marcus stutters desperately. “Really?” She raises an eyebrow, “In such a major city? And yet, it hasn’t shown up on any of our satellites.” She casually starts pissing again, “How peculiar.” Marcus tries to look away, tries not to listen to the trickling stream, slightly less intense than it was at the start, but still enough to have him crawling out of his skin with desperation. “L-little town. Off the map. Near the southern border. Ingenstansstad.” Rachel continues peeing, allowing her stream to run out. “What? I told you the truth that time.” “I know, cutie, but I wanted to finish that time… You know it’s not good to hold it too long.” “You don’t say…” Marcus rolls his eyes before another wave of pain shooting through his bladder forces him to whimper and moan again. Rachel stands over him, pulls her panties aside, and presses his face between her piss – soaked thighs, and into her pussy, “Want to be a dear and clean it up for me,” she demands calmly. Marcus knows he should be fighting back on this, but this is a demand he is happy to fulfil. While he licks Rachael’s pussy clean, she bends down, and begins teasing his cock through his jeans with her fingers. She traces further up, and gently, without force this time fondles his bulging bladder, “You really, really need to piss, don’t you?” “Mm-hm,” Marcus manages with a face full of wet, throbbing pussy. “You know nothing feels better than the greedy, desperate tongue of a man whose bladder is on the verge of exploding… A man completely at my mercy.” She bends down even further and gives Marcus’ bladder bulge a firm kiss. Just firm enough to make him squirm with agony and have to put every ounce of concentration he has into stopping himself from gushing piss all over the documents that might just save the world. Rachel meanwhile squeals with glee, “You are adorable like that, Marky-kins.” She gets up off him, “That’s enough of that for now, though. Next question: what is the nature of Project: QUICK?” Marcus finds himself desperately leaning in towards Rachel for more, but she replaces her panties and her pants, and puts her corset back on. His cock throbs with need and frustration as he watches her tighten the corset back around her gigantic breasts. It’s humiliating, but he finds himself thrusting needily in the air again before he stops himself. It’s not like that will do anything anyway. His cock is so hard now that it almost hurts. Rachel slides her hand down her tight leather pants and begins rubbing slow circles around her clit. She leans her head back and moans. “If I finish before you tell me, I won’t let you touch me again, and I know you really, really want to.” Marcus really really does, but even more than that, he absolutely needs to piss, and he needs it now. His bladder is swollen like a globe, and pulsating with every beat of his heart, and every single pulsation, he can almost hear his bladder screaming at him and begging for release. Any release. At this point, even those short, torturous spurts from before sound almost too good to be true. He can hardly think of anything he wouldn’t give for even just a few seconds of relief. “Please… When do I get to pee? I’ll do anything — I’ll tell you anything. Please…” Rachel doesn’t answer him directly, “You still haven’t answered my question. Do you need me to repeat it for you?” Marcus shakes his head, “Project: QUICK is a biological weapon program. It’s a chemical agent meant to be put in a water supply. It temporarily slows down the reaction time of anyone who drinks it.” “Very good. I’m glad you’re familiar with it,” Rachel holds a cup of water to Marcus his lips, forces them open, and tilts his head back, “Drink up, Hot Stuff.” Marcus tries to fight her. The last thing in the world he wants is more water right now, but it’s no use. Though he manages to splash a little bit on the floor, he’s powerless to stop her from forcing most of it directly down his throat. As soon as he’s swallowed it all, Rachel releases her grip on his face. “That should fully kick in in about half an hour. As you so kindly explained, it’s a slowing agent. It’s also a natural diuretic. I’m sure you’ll be feeling those effects shortly. You’ll answer some more questions for me, and if I’m satisfied with the answers, when it’s kicked in, I will release you. I’m genuinely curious if you’ll manage to relieve yourself before your bladder explodes. Consider this field research courtesy of PAIN.” She giggles sadistically. Just as promised, they do several rounds of questioning. Basic stuff mostly, only a few secrets Marcus is really hesitant to part with at this point. He answers them all honestly. Anything to get his hands on the contents of that paper and more importantly get to piss before his sloshing bladder literally explodes. When the questioning is done, there are still fifteen it’s remaining before the chemical kicks in. Rachel closes the door behind her. Marcus hears the lock click into place. He moans desperately, already feeling the first somehow even sharper waves of desperation hit him. His bladder feels like an over pumped beach ball being run over by a monster truck. This is a level of desperation Marcus had no idea was even possible. He almost-ferally tries to gnaw at his hand restraints with his teeth, or to grab and pull up at them with his fingers… If he could just get one hand free, he could get those papers out of the way and release the absolute ocean rushing through his bladder. He tries, and tries, and tries, but it’s hopeless. Her rope work is almost impossibly immaculate. No matter what he does, he can’t break free. When Rachel re-enters the room fifteen minutes later, Marcus’ poor bladder has swollen to almost twice its previous size. He’s red in the face, squirming hysterically as much as he can within his restraints and instead of the occasional moan or groan from before, he emits one singular, almost unending series of moans and whimpers and whines so loud he barely notices her return at first. Rachel lets out a low whistle, and strokes Marcus’ impossibly large bladder admiringly. Although her touch is extremely gentle, at this point any touch at all brings a fresh wave of almost unbearable throbbing agony, and he violently pulls away. At this point Marcus is beyond coherent words, all he can say to Rachel over and over again is just, “Please… Please… Please… Please…” “As you wish,” Rachel swiftly unties Marcus’ hands first, and then his feet, he reaches down to pick up the papers, but he can only move agonizingly slowly. Rachel laughs, and strokes his cock several times, bringing him to the edge once more, before gently handing him the stack. Marcus desperately tries to relax his tired pee hole, and finally began pissing, but with this strange sedative in him, the process is agonizingly slow. Rachel laughs, and kicks the bucket his way, her piss swishes and moves torturously inside, the sound of the yellow piss swishing around in the bucket sends another intense wave of need rushing through his bladder all the way to the tip of his penis. A single drop releases, and he thinks he could almost cry from joy. Slowly, he is able to reposition the bucket, and one painfully slow drop at a time, he begins to finally urinate. After what feels like five minutes of one drop at a time, it seems like maybe the sedative is starting to wear off, or perhaps his pee hole is simply so tired that it finally gives out entirely, and those drops turn to a dribble, which turns to the most intense waterfall tingling against his pee hole as it rushes out at impossible speeds, the gushing explosion rings loudly against the walls of the bucket. Rachel watches in awe as Marcus’ head hangs back, and a smile of pure euphoria paint itself across his face. He all-but sings a long, blissful, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…” As his pained bladder slowly deflates. Even after nearly a full minute, his stream barely slows down. Rachel is so turned on she starts touching herself, throwing her head back and moaning with exaggerated pleasure she does so. At this sight, Marcus’ now only half-erect cock springs to attention, frustratingly and painfully cutting off his flow when he so desperately needs more. He tries and tries to keep going, but it’s no use. Rachel looks at him with the smug twinkling eyes of an absolute demoness who knows exactly what she’s just done. “Need some help, Fire-hose?” Marcus winces desperately at the name, but nods, whimpering pathetically. Rachel gets down on her knees and begins licking slowly down his shaft, and then quicker, and quicker, until she can’t help herself, and takes his entire cock into her mouth and begins sucking him off. Marcus moans with pleasure, his knees grow weak as he feels a tingling bliss overtake his throbbing cock, and he cums harder than he can ever remember cumming in his entire life. As soon as he cums, Marcus feels his cock go just soft enough that he can get the rest of the relief that his bladder is still begging for. He pulls out of her hot wet mouth so quickly he hears a pop as he quickly pulls past her lips. No sooner has he cleared the inside of her mouth then the flow is already starting. He desperately grabs at his rod, steadying it, and aiming his “fire hose” for the bucket. Rachel sits back, wiping cum off her luscious lips, and pleasures herself once more to the sight of Marcus’ frantic gushing release. By the time he finishes relieving himself, between the river Rachel deposited, and the ocean Marcus just finished releasing, the huge bucket is so full Marcus swears if he had just one more drop in him it might start spilling over the sides. As his bladder deflates, Marcus feels so relieved he almost cums again just from that. Instead, he gets down on the floor with Rachel and smirks, “I believe I may need to clean this off somewhere,” he indicates her wet and pulsating hole. Rachel nods eagerly, and removes her hands, permitting him entry. It only takes a few well – timed thrusts before both of them, already so close to the edge melt into two unbelievably intense and perfectly synchronous orgasms. The two lay panting side-by-side on the floor for several minutes before Marcus finally breaks the silence, “So… What do you say we meet again? Say, coffee? Same time next week?” Rachel pulls him in for a heady kiss, “Only if you promise to drink lots, and lots of coffee.” Marcus gently runs his hand along her cheek, and kisses her in turn, “It’s a date.” They both laugh.
  4. View File Big girl goes wee wees in her knickers. Forgot to take my knickers down. Submitter Tinkle01 Submitted 02/11/2023 Category Female  
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  10. I had been holding whilst writing stories for here but the stories ran on and after squirming, rubbing, wriggling and dancing I absolutely couldn’t hold anything more so I hobbled into the kitchen, crouched down and it poured out of me. I peed far longer than this but cut it short to make uploading easier. crouching always makes it come out uncontrollably! IMG_1703.MOV
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    Jodie... oh boy

    From the album: Yeah ok, sure ^^;;

    Another old thing from late 2020 of… basically the aftermath of another OC of mine having too much to drink. Waaaaaaay too much. …No idea what happened to the legs here, sorry 😂 Can’t draw shortstacks to save my life. And no doubt I went overboard on the dialogue... think I was super horny at the time xD
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    Luna plays with his mobile phone lying on the couch. After a while she starts to yawn and she suddenly fall resting: in the dream she goes to the bathroom to pee .. everything is perfect and adorable! But something strange happens .. the dream starts to blend with reality and Luna starts to pee while napping, wetting herself and the couch.
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  13. View File Desperate to Piss Sir, you've had me bound and stuck in this room forever now!! I should not have had all of the water that you gave me so quickly, because now I've pissed and humiliated myself right in front of you! Tags: Bound taboo handcuffs cuffs cuffed kink kinky fetish pee piss yellow stream water sports watersports water works waterworks bladder desperation humiliating task bra topless mini skirt humiliation embarrassing embarrassment wet messy pants wetting makeup curvy curves chubby thick thighs tattoos egirl emo goth gothic blue hair dye alternative body piercings role play fantasy fantasies dark pov struggle struggling female girl solo Submitter melikai Submitted 05/31/2021 Category Female  
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    My first piss video! Watch me make a big wet warm mess in my brand new white leggings as I let go and piss myself!!!!
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  15. View File BBW teen wets self in white leggings My first piss video! Watch me make a big wet warm mess in my brand new white leggings as I let go and piss myself!!!! Submitter melikai Submitted 04/11/2021 Category Female  
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    A very natural, big breasted, naked girl holding her pee as long as she can.
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    Two Ukrainian Women wet their jeans in a van.
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    I wet my panties for you, my nice light pink panties become dark by the end of the clip. I'm not a tit guy like that but sometimes.....
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    Now it's hell for Busty, she simply has to piss. With a big grin Mariella has her pee through her panty. She catches the stuff in a teacup. Mariella checks if it's very salty and it is, so it was no show as Busty was pleading for the loo. The rest of her pissload is poured over Busty's really big juggs ...
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    Our cameraman has his camera's set up in Nimue's apartment and has left her tied to a chair and desperate to pee. Working the camera's remotely, our cameraman watches & records Nimue's discomfort as she begs & curses for our cameraman to release her. Threatening that she will piss all over the floor, the cameraman enters the room and places a glass bown under the seat to catch any pee should she lose control, but will still not release her to let her go to the toilet. Eventually, Nimue cannot hold it any longer and a wet patch begins to appear on her panties as the pee starts to cascade over the seat & into the glass bowl below.
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  22. Holding a full bladder squirming like crazy in shorts and t-shirt IMG_1783.MOV
  23. Starting a new all female desperation series with the title Reasons She Couldn't Go. This is story one. Enjoy! Broken toilet Camille stood at the bus stop with her thighs pressed together hoping the bus would arrive soon. She was tired, hungry, cold and now it was raining. She also needed to use the toilet having had to leave the office in a hurry so she wouldn’t miss the bus. It was due any moment and she hoped she would get a seat despite the fact there was already ten people at the bus stop waiting. The bus arrived and she climbed on, showing her ticket and looking for a seat. The only one available was next to a much older man who smelled of body odour and looked like he had wore the same clothes for several days. Camille perched herself on the edge of the seat, both legs in the central walkway, one crossed over the top of the other. It was hard to see out the window due to condensation but she knew she had half an hours ride ahead anyway. Sitting on the edge of the seat wasn’t comfortable but it did serve to put pressure on Camille’s most personal area which helped ease the increasing pressure from her bladder. Being a larger lady though it was cramped so Camille shuffled back a little to give other passengers more room to get up and down the bus. The journey seemed to drag in as Camille curled her toes in her court shoes and once again pressed her thighs together. She tried to recall when she had last visited the ladies but concentrating among the noise and crowd in the bus was hard and the constant patter patter of the rain on the window wasn’t helping one bit. Camille pushed her bottom back against the seat and tightened and squeezed her muscles, covering her crotch with her handbag and pressing her legs together. She thought about what her husband would be cooking for tea when she arrived home and how amazing it would feel to finally pee at home. Finally Camille pressed the bell to request the bus to stop and concentrating hard she squeezed her throbbing urethra tight shut and disembarked from the bus back into the heavy rain. Walking the half mile to her home Camille day dreamed about getting out of her wet clothes, eating dinner but most of all getting to relax on the toilet. Oh she longed for the latter so badly. Finally walking down her own garden path Camille could feel the pressure intensify between her curvy thighs. Her body sensed relieve was imminent and Camille moved from foot to foot quite noticeably as she pushed her front door open and rushed in. She pulled off her wet coat and hung it up, marching on the spot in desperation. Shouting to her husband that she was home she climbed the stairs hurriedly hoping to reach the bathroom in time before she had an accident. Bursting wasn’t the word for it right now as she felt a dribble leak into her full briefs. Unusually the door was open as Camille approached and she could hear unfamiliar noises... Camille stood and gasped as she saw a strange man, fully dressed straddling her only toilet! Here she was absolutely desperate to pee, stood at the doorway of her own bathroom but unable to go. ‘Who...who are you?’ ‘Hi mam. Your husband called me out late this morning. You have a cracked cistern I am afraid. I have had to take the old one apart and fit a new one. Your husband said to do whatever was necessary mam. I should be finished within the hour.’ Embarrassed, frustrated and even angry Camille rushed downstairs to talk to her husband. She found him, as usual, in the kitchen cooking a freshly made meal for their dinner. It smelt delicious and Camille was hungry but she really needed to use the bathroom first and wanted to know why she hadn’t been told about the plumber. Keeping her voice low so the workman didn’t hear Camille got straight right the point as she leaned firmly with one had on the kitchen worktop and crossed her legs tightly. ‘Michael why didn’t you call me? What’s going on?’ ‘I didn’t want to disturb you at work honey! I went upstairs earlier this morning to find water on the bathroom floor. I traced where it was coming from and realised there was a large crack on the toilet cistern. It must have been there a while and we hadn’t noticed. I knew it needed fixed so I called in a plumber. So what was I supposed to do? By the time we’ve had dinner it’ll all be fixed then we can relax. How was your day honey?’ Camille hated anyone knowing her bathroom needs, even her husband. It was unladylike, unprofessional and crude so she tried pretending all was fine. ‘No. No. It’s fine. That smells lovely Michael. Thanks for making it. I’ll just go get changed out of these work clothes and I’ll be back down.’ ‘Don’t be long sweetie. I’m just dishing up.’ Camille went back upstairs once again passing the toilet with its open door and beautiful toilet that she couldn’t use. She cringed and moaned softly as her vagina tingled with longing and her face flushed. She went into her bedroom and closed the door for privacy. Alone, desperate and worried she quickly stripped off her dress, tights and shoes dancing around the room and holding herself between her legs, her hands only just reaching over her curves and full body. The torture of knowing the bathroom was just next door but being unable to access it made tears form in Camille’s eyes. She looked around the room for anything she could pee in but couldn’t find one thing. Even with a hand tight between her thighs she could feel dribbles escaping. She had to wee. She HAD to. She found a floaty dress and slipped it over her large breasts, pulling it over her stomach and thighs. She didn’t normally change her underwear at this time of day but as her hand was damp she slipped off her knickers and opened her drawer for a fresh pair.As she did so a few warm dribbles ran down Camille’s thigh and down the inside of her leg. She sat on the bed and rocked and rubbed trying to hold back the huge flood in her bladder. Leaning over to reach for clean pants Camille saw something that caught her attention...sanitary towels! She quickly pulled one out the packet, tore it open, peeled the sticky part and inserted it into her fresh underwear. At least that might protect from the drips and leaks she was now constantly releasing even against her best efforts. As she stood to pull the pants up a much longer spurt shot out between her thighs and landed right on the sanitary towel. Camille pressed her hand hard between her legs and danced around the room but alas another even longer spurt escaped again and Camille could feel the protection damp against her now swollen and red vaginal lips. If only she could just use the bathroom...NOW... ‘Honey that’s dinner ready!’ Quickly Camille peeled the damp towel out, folding it around itself and pushed it back into the wrapper. She hid it in her knickers drawer before immediately inserting another towel. She just hoped that would be enough to keep any leaks hidden as she tried holding the rest of her bladder’s contents through dinner. She grabbed herself again and leaned over the edge of the bed with the bed frame wedged between her legs and rocked. Oh she so badly had to urinate...so very badly indeed! ‘On my way honey!’ As Camille lifted her leg back over the bed frame she felt pee pour into the pad more and more. She stood with her legs apart, pulled up her dress and pulled down her underwear as she watched herself pee into her own knickers and sanitary towel. She watched as the towel changed colour as it soaked up her urine then she squeezed hard as she cut the flow, tearing the second towel out and rolling it up like the first, this one much fuller and wetter than the one before. Frantically she placed a third towel in her knickers and released more until it too was soggy and heavy. Still very much bursting but at least in a better position to wait she placed a forth clean towel in her pants, pulled her underwear fully up, brushed her dress down and headed downstairs for dinner with her husband. Throughout dinner Camille squirmed, crossed her legs, pressed her thighs tightly together and swung her legs under the table. Finally the plumber came downstairs, her husband paid and he left. As her husband saw him off Camille sneaked upstairs, sat on the toilet finally and taking a deep breathe let out the rest of her bladder. It felt heavenly to finally go but before she washed her hands she remembered to collect the three soaking used sanitary towels, binning them first so they would never be seen. She loved her husband but it didn’t bear thinking about imagining him finding she had wet herself because she couldn’t go to the toilet because it was broken.
  24. I woke with a seriously full bladder but the only bathroom was in use. I sleep in just my knickers so this is me desperate and holding a very urgent need to pee in just my underpants IMG_1650.MOV
  25. Restless Ruth People say that the anointing is attractive and in Ruth’s case it very much was. The daughter of a famous preacher, and granddaughter of an even more famous evangelist, preaching, singing and bringing words of prophecy were all standard to Ruth, whose calendar was full years in advance for all sorts of Christian events. This morning she was in her home church were she lead worship and sang solos regularly and where her father often called on her during meetings to pray for those in the congregation. Sunday’s were always long, but glorious, and Ruth lived for them. She loved being in the presence of God and around people and she wasn’t put off one bit by the fact the church had thousands in attendance and the whole thing was televised live for the Christian channel. The day had started early and Ruth had woken at 5:30 to pray and read her Bible. Her time with God always took priority and she sang worship songs as she showered and washed her long golden hair. She stepped into a long flowing sparkling navy dress that showed her vivacious body and large breasts off and flowed generously over her large curves throughout her body. There was a lot of Ruth, but she looked utterly radiant as she dried her long hair and hung it neatly and glamorously displaying her natural curls perfectly. Whilst so many criticised her publicly and privately, Ruth walked in the favour of her God and confidently smiled at her image in the mirror as she read the scripture above it about being ‘fearfully and beautifully made’. She made herself some fresh coffee before filling her two travel cups with more from the coffee maker and having some cereal and fresh fruit. She then went back and lightly put on some make up, just enough to give her a sparkle and colour against the intensity of the TV cameras later. Then it was off to the hour and a half prayer meeting prior to the church service. It wasn’t appropriate to slip out the prayer meeting. It would appear rude to whoever was praying at that point in time and break the flow of the anointing, so despite feeling the effects of her earlier coffee and the half travel mug she had been sipping throughout the prayer meeting, Ruth carried on as if nothing was different. She would just visit the ladies before heading into the sanctuary and going on stage for worship. On leaving the prayer meeting however Ruth because caught up in conversation with a close friend who wanted to pray with her urgently as she felt a strong burden about this morning, telling Ruth, with some concern, that ‘The Devil has a plan to distract you from your calling today. He wants to drag you away from God, entice you away from where you should be. He will pull you so much, so strongly, so powerfully but God is saying to you that you are stronger than you realise and to always put him first. Resist temptation my friend. Whatever happens this morning don’t walk away, don’t give up, don’t bow to the pressure.’ Grace hugged Ruth as she finished and Ruth promised her she would remember her words and stay strong throughout the service. Ruth pondered the words as she stepped on stage and had a quick run through of some of the songs for the service. Caught up in the moment she completely forgot about her bodily needs but by the time she was finished she was hot, thirsty and ready for a break. As she headed for the staff refreshment desk and grabbed a bottle of water and some biscuits she allowed herself to relax a little. It was then she remembered she still hadn’t been to the ladies. She definitely should do that before the televised service began. Ruth gulped down the bottle of water as she headed through the now crowded atrium of the large building to the nearest toilets. Entire families seemed to crowd her way as many wanted to say hi, shake hands and give her a hug. Ruth wasn’t going to offend anyone so she graciously shook hands, accepted and gave hugs and smiled as she finally reached the ladies. It seemed that everyone else had had the same idea and the queue spiralled around outside and along the corridor. Ruth didn’t have time to wait as she turned and looked at the countdown on the large computer screen in the centre of the atrium. Seven minutes until the service started. She glanced at the queue and knew immediately she would never reach the front, use the toilet and get back on stage before the service began. Thinking quickly she wondered if the other toilets at the rear of the building might be quicker. She walked as fast as she could on her shiny high heels down the first aisle, behind the stage and along a corridor to the rear entrance and was almost at the toilets there when her dad saw her and called her name. Ruth couldn’t ignore her dad, not even when she needed the bathroom, so she paused and headed to him instead. He only wanted to let Ruth know that she was a crucial part of the ministry team and he sensed God wanted to use her mightily and powerfully this morning and to listen to God’d voice and be bold to respond. He then placed his arm around his daughter’s shoulder and led her through the door she had just come out of and on into the sanctuary and onto the stage. Ruth couldn’t protest as she now no longer had time to use the toilet anyway and she would just need to go later. She followed her dad on stage and took her place behind the keyboard ready for the service to begin. Standing behind the keyboard she tensed her muscles whenever the need pushed through her mind and subtly moved from foot to foot in time to the music. Concentrating on the words and playing, her growing need seemed to go to the back of her mind as she moved in worship and sang her heart out in praise. As she sat down finally, filling the seat on stage completely with her body as her thighs touched either side of the chair pushing her legs together. Standard chairs and fuller figures were not the best of combinations but Ruth was none the less comfortable, if warm, as she picked up her Bible and travel mug as her dad took the microphone. Listening to her dad praying publicly for those caught in floods in Africa suddenly reminded Ruth’s bladder that it was wanting to flood too. Ruth shuffled restlessly in her seat, grateful the vast majority of people had their eyes closed in prayer. She couldn’t recall feeling this full ever in a service, especially at the beginning, as she looked down at the thousands of people in the congregation and the cameras all around. If she’d been in the congregation she could have easily slipped out to the toilet but on stage that was unthinkable. She’s just need to wait. Ruth tried her best to give her dad and what he was preaching her full attention. She crossed her ankles, bit her lip, wriggled as much as the small tight seating would allow and crossed her legs restlessly as her dad went on and on and on. By midday she had finished her second travel mug as she rubbed her lower tummy and realised just how much liquid she was holding. She mentally thought about different ways she could slip off stage and run to the toilets as between her legs moistened with sweat and pressure. She looked at where the cameras were pointing thinking if the shots were all facing her dad she could step quickly down the stairs and out the side door, but alas one key camera was scanning across the stage regularly, frequently stepping at her. Then she thought about running quickly off when her dad said ‘amen’ but since he always ended the service with a song, which she was due to lead, she couldn’t be missing and embarrass her dad like that, especially not live on TV. She had no choice really but to wait until the whole service was over. She wriggled and squeezed more, unable to really focus on what her dad was preaching, until someone caught her attention. Grace smiled right at her and Ruth immediately recalled what her friend had said before the service started: ‘The Devil has a way to distract you, drag you away, entice you...you will be pulled so much...so strongly...so powerfully...’ but this wasn’t the Devil, it was her bladder, her desperate need to pee that was doing it. Could the Devil use your own body to get you away from God? All Ruth knew was she didn’t ever want to disobey God but she also really needed to use a toilet so very badly right now. So badly she rested her hand between her legs and used her Bible to hide what she was doing as she tried to focus on her father’s preaching. It was only then she realised he was talking about self control. He was talking about a bible verse Ruth couldn’t recall ever reading, despite the fact she’d read her Bible cover to cover several times. Proverbs 25 verse 28 ‘Like a city whose walls are broken through, is a person who lacks self control.’ Ruth clenched tightly as her dad spoke louder and more enthusiastically about the importance of not allowing the walls of your life to break, keeping the barrier closed, keeping the city protected. He animatedly shared about not allowing the enemy to break your mind or your body, holding steadfast to self control because broken walls let out a huge flood that you will always regret. It just all served to shadow the silent inner battle Ruth felt as she restlessly and quietly sat behind her dad holding a torrent of pee pent up inside her as she fought to keep her own private city wall, her urethra, from not breaking. The pressure was unlike anything she had witnessed or experienced, the urge to just give up on sitting still, to disgrace herself by holding herself, to embarrass herself and her father by rushing off stage. Yet as she restlessly sat there struggling to prevent a major accident, that only her own self control was preventing, she wondered if she really cared about God, her ministry and her dad at all. Of course she did! It was just the relentless pushing and screaming from her bladder, the sweat on her palms and the thumping of her own heart that was making it so hard to hear anything but her own voice yelling for release. As her dad concluded his sermon encouraging the waited congregation and the hundreds watching live worldwide to surrender to God and let Him help them to be self controlled, to develop the highest of integrity, to not allow their walls to be broken, Ruth knew it was time to raise from her seat and gently play her keyboard once again, as the rest of the music group made their way on stage too. As Ruth stood she pressed her thighs together as tightly as she could as her wall threatened to crack. She was thoroughly and immeasurably full, so desperate to urinate, so incredibly needy. Tears formed in her eyes, not from the movement of the Holy Spirit, but more from a terrifying fear that self control was no longer in her power. Her own heart beat so fast and hard she could barely hear her fathers voice. Could she do it? She honestly didn’t know. Could she hold on just a little longer? No longer just a battle between her mind and bladder but now between good and evil, obeying or disobeying, self control or defiance, remaining dry or wetting... Ruth flicked her long curly hair in embarrassment as she felt a dribble escape as she turned on her keyboard and started playing. She thought about her long sparkly dress and the curves under it, the generous body, beautiful breasts and excruciatingly full bladder as she gave her whole self into the song and the words of the chorus... Her voice quivering, her pelvis aching, her bladder pulsating...dribbles running down warmly from her knickers through her tights..she sang her heart out... “I surrender all.I surrender all. All to Jesus, I surrender..,I surrender all...” Tearful crowds gathered at the front as Ruth restlessly played on, her own battle crushing beneath her, her city walls cracking slowly and splendidly as her shoes squelched with the outward sign that she was nothing more than a city with broken walls. Ruth slid her shoes off and continued on as Grace’s eyes met hers and tears poured down her face. Her father noticed and motioned for her to come towards him, Ruth, more aware than ever of the warm urine congregated in her black nylon tights gathered all around her feet, and the smell and glistening of her her bodily fluid she had tried so hard to hold back. In humiliation and devastation she cried like a baby as Grace held her and prayed with her. Hearing her dad take the microphone loud and clear Ruth was comforted by his wise words: ‘Walls can be rebuilt. Cities can be protected again. No-one is perfect and God knows we are human. Don’t let one failure stop the anointing. Forgive yourself, as God has forgiven you.’ Suddenly Ruth inexplicably needed the bathroom suddenly again, this time making it just in time as her body released another huge torrent as she pulled off her underwear and tights and placed the soaking items in the sanitary bin and dabbed herself down with toilet paper. After washing her face she walked back in to the still crowded room bare foot but so much lighter and happier than before. Even the most self controlled person had their limits, as restless Ruth learnt that Sunday.
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