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  1. An African girl who is 25 years of age agreed to pee through her panties on my request. The panties is a size or two too big for her but still a good wetting in my opinion. Let me know what you think and maybe I can convince her to do a few more. Please note that I recorded a quick peak inside her panties where the nudity is visible. Due to poor lighting not much is seen though. Enjoy VID_20180925_191944.mp4
  2. View File JAV-EE-194 - Almost Making It after Desperate Car Rides A wonderful JAV of women desperate in the back of a car. Finally the driver stops, and the women rush to the toilet, but they don't make it in time - instead they have spectacular accidents right in front of the toilet! Clean up follows and the women make a damp walk of shame back to the car. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/14/2018 Category Almost made it Clothing  
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    A wonderful JAV of women desperate in the back of a car. Finally the driver stops, and the women rush to the toilet, but they don't make it in time - instead they have spectacular accidents right in front of the toilet! Clean up follows and the women make a damp walk of shame back to the car. Enjoy, Rach

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  4. Not too long ago, I had created a topic about bathroom lines in school between classes, as shown here. https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/46836-desperate-girls-bathroom-line-at-school/ I want to try a similar scenario, but tweak it a little. In this new scenario, there is a girl with the name of Emily that is wearing this: A shorts with suspenders with a loose-fitting tee. Something like this: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OaIhwe8rZs/TJdcU_qXAiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-qW-7e2oKxY/s1600/B5DB4DB6.jpg Factors to consider: I) There are five minutes between classes, and 50 minute class periods. II) Can’t be late, and can’t use the restroom during class (already used up any free tardies and emergency restroom passes, if you even had any in the first place). Next time she is late (or has to use the restroom during class) is a 30 minute detention (or in some cases, a 60 minute detention). III) Asking teacher to use restroom before the bell rings won't work, since she already used up her restroom passes, and will probably only make her later. IV) There are three toilets available in each girls bathroom (and there are three total sets of restrooms in the building, not counting the nurse's restroom or the gym locker rooms). V) There are at least 1,000 students in this school (and at least 500 of them are girls). VI) A girl named Emily needs to use the restroom with a desperation of about 9.5 out of 10 (meaning about as close as you can come to peeing your pants without actually doing so) between third and fourth periods. VII) She arrives at the restroom closest to her next class with about 3 minutes to go before the next class (took here about 2 minutes to get from previous destination to here). VIII) Peeing on the floor, trash can, sink, water bottle, chair, or desk are not allowed. Each girl either pees in a toilet, or can’t make it and pees in her pants. IX) Cutting in line is not allowed, even if those at the front of the line are not as desperate as the ones at the back of the line, because there is a line for a reason, plus no one is allowed to be late. Basically it’s a “first come, first serve” type of queue line, regardless of how desperate you are. However, it is possible that maybe one or more of the girls “gives up” on the situation if she’s not that desperate and figures she can wait another hour, which may in essence make the line a little shorter where Emily has a better chance to pee and get to class on time. But for the purposes of this topic, we’ll assume that is not going to happen. It’s also possible in theory that one or more may only need to apply makeup, which is not really part of the “pee line”. But again, for these purposes, we’ll assume everyone is in line to use one of the three toilets. X) Each girl will need a minimum of one minute of time in the stall before exiting. It may take longer, and may take a lot longer is somebody needs to do #2. But for the purposes of this topic, we’ll assume everyone only has to do #1. XI) There may be a bathroom monitor present, but only to make sure things there is no line cutting, or that nothing gets out of control like horseplay, smoking, stuffing toilets with paper towels, etc. They are not there to write passes for those who are waiting in line to pee. They can let the girls know how much time is left to get to class (like say one minute left), but they don't really force anyone out of the restroom at that point in time, or when the bell rings. XII) This is the way the toilet queue looks with three minutes to go before class, and three toilets in this restroom. A) Girl 1 (Elizabeth)—18 year old senior, desperation about 4 out of 10 (consequence if late—warning_ B) Girl 2 (Brandi)—17 year old senior, desperation about 5 out of 10 (consequence if late—warning) C) Girl 3 (Michelle)—17 year old junior, desperation about 6 out of 10 (consequence if late—warning) D) Girl 4 (Jennifer)—16 year old junior, desperation about 7 out of 10 (consequence if late—warning) E) Girl 5 (Tina)—16 year old sophomore, desperation about 8 out of 10 (consequence if late—30 minute detention) F) Girl 6 (Nicole)—15 year old sophomore, desperation about 8.5 out of 10 (consequence if late—30 minute detention) G) Girl 7 (Tiffany)—15 year old freshman, desperation about 9 out of 10 (consequence if late—60 minute detention) H) Girl 8 (Emily)—14 year old freshman, desperation about 9.5 out of 10 (consequence if late—60 minute detention) Naturally, the ones that really have to pee the worst are the ones that are at the back of the line. So as you can see, the first three or four girls probably could wait another period, but would prefer not to. They are in a position to where they probably have enough time to pee and get to class on time, but can also hold it for another hour if need be. They decide to go ahead and pee now since they have the time to do so (their classes are right near the restroom, and if worse comes to worse, if they are late, they just get a warning because they haven’t been late before), because you don’t know what might happen after the next hour, because their desperation might be closer to a 9 out of 10 by then and then have to deal with a longer line. As a result, the last four girls in line are in a bad situation. These four girls pretty much have to pee within the next 15 minutes or so, which means in essence they need to pee during this particular break. Unfortunately, they don’t have enough time to wait in line, pee, and get to their next class on time, because it was a 5 minute passing period, and there are currently 3 minutes left. Also unfortunate for those girls is that if they are late, they get a 30-minute detention because they may have been late a time or two before (or their teachers have a no tolerance policy on tardies). And they can’t go to the bathroom during class, and clearly can’t wait another hour. This could be the dream scenario for those hoping for an accident, and a nightmarish scenario for those 4 girls involved in that predicament. Now, the first question you might ask, is if the last four girls had to pee that bad, why didn’t they get into the bathroom sooner before the line got so long. Maybe their previous classroom was so far away, and this was the closest restroom they could find and the soonest they could get there. So here are a few questions: Knowing how desperate Emily and the others are to pee and how many girls are ahead of them in line, what should they do? Wait in line, pee, get to class late and receive a 30 (or 60) minute detention (or fight it if they think it’s unfair) Go to class without peeing, and pee all over herself (her pants, seat, or whatever sometime during her next class) Other (remember the line-cutting, peeing on the floor, sink, trash can, or water bottle is not allowed). If she is late and receives a 30 (or 60) minute detention, what should she do about it? Have parents sign it and serve it, and don’t make a bad situation worse. Talk the situation over with her parents, and have them talk to the school administration about the whole mess. Don’t talk to her parents, and don’t serve the detention, and possibly get a misconduct and in-school suspension or Saturday school instead, in which case the parents will have to get involved anyway. Other. If she realizes she doesn’t have enough time to wait in line and get to class on time and decides to try to wait it out, what should she do? Try to hold it as long as possible through her next class, and maybe relieve a little pressure from time to time by peeing in her pants just a little bit at a time and hope the wet spot isn’t too noticeable and that she can get to the bathroom after the next class. Hold it as long as she can, and eventually have a full-blown accident. Miraculously be able to hold it through the whole next period, against all odds, and then start the cycle all over again at the next break. Other. If she does end up peeing her pants because she can’t go to the bathroom, what should she do? Ask to see the nurse. Ask to call home for a change of clothes. Ask to leave school to go home to change clothes (unless it’s the last period of the day, when it’s pointless) Ask to talk to the principal or assistant principal about the situation right then and there. Ask to call her parents about the situation. Other
  5. Quackduck

    Drug Test Desperation

    Kara is helping five people pass a drug test by taking them herself, meaning she needs enough urine to fill five cups with pee. Her goal throughout the day is to hold as much urine as possible, but she has to get through seven periods before she can find relief! Will she make it? - - - - - - - - - - - - It was a free period, and Kara sat in the back of the library, chewing on the back of her pencil and watching a group of girls talking and laughing. They were charismatic, and much more outgoing than she was, and she envied their friend group. They were the popular girls: Emma, Sophie, Genesis, and two other girls she didn't know the names of. Kara wished she was friends with them. She would get invited to parties, have a boyfriend, go out every day... Emma looked up and noticed Kara staring at her. She immediately looked down at the paper on her desk, heart filling up with embarrassment. 'That was so stupid of me,' she thought, 'I'm so fucking stupid. Why did I do that? It was so obvious...' A shadow grew over her desk. She looked up to see the five most popular girls in school standing over her. She let out an awkward "Hi." "Your name is Kara, right?" Emma asked. "Y-yeah, I'm Kara. What- uh, what's your name?" "You don't smoke, do you?" she asked, ignoring Kara's question. That's a weird thing to ask, thought Kara. "What, you mean like cigarettes?" "Weed. Or anything, I guess. Do you do any drugs?" "Um... No, of course not." "Bet," Emma smiled, "sorry if this is weird, but we really need someone to take a drug test for us." "We really don't want to be kicked out of volleyball this year," Sophie added. "S-Sure, what do I need to do?" "We can meet you outside the gym before seventh period tomorrow," Emma said, "that's when gym is. DON'T be late. Seriously. I really can't have you be late. The test is for all of us. I'll give you the cups there." "Cups?" Kara asked. "You have to pee in a cup," Emma clarified. "Five cups," Genesis told her, "make sure you have enough," she giggled. "Enough what?" "Pee," Emma said. Kara felt stupid. "You'll do it, right?" "Y-Yeah, of course. Totally." "We're counting on you." The five girls left. Kara's heart was beating fast with nervousness. Could this be the ticket into the friend group? All she has to do is pee in a few cups and she'll be cool with them. Nervousness was mixed with excitement for the whole rest of the day. When Kara woke up the next morning, she realized she didn't really know what she was going to be doing for the test. She knew there was a cup to pee in, but was there anything else that she needed to know? Did each cup need to have a certain amount of urine in it? There's going to be five cups waiting for her tomorrow. That's a lot of cups. She decided to skip her morning pee, which proved to be a rather difficult task. She pulled on her cutest jeans and closed them painfully around her full bladder. She didn't care, though. She thought it showed off her ass pretty well, and Emma's friend group were all drop-dead gorgeous. She ate her cereal watching TV while fidgeting and squirming. She fanned her legs, crossed and uncrossed her ankles constantly, and rocked her hips back and forth. It felt like she might leak at any moment, but was in no danger of wetting. She drank the milk from her cereal bowl out of habit, something she wouldn't have done if she'd given it a second thought, and set out for the school bus. The ride to school was the most uncomfortable bus ride Kara had ever had. She was sitting alone, grabbing her crotch as discreetly as possible, trying not to let everyone know that she was bursting to pee. She wondered if she had five cups worth inside of her at that moment. When she got to school, she walked quicker than anyone else there and plopped down in her seat, accidentally jarring her bladder. Her friend, Terri, sat down next to her. "Hi," she greeted, then looked down at Kara's crazed sitting tap dance. "You okay?" "I really have to pee," she said, giving herself a quick squeeze. She was perfectly fine with showing her desperation to Terri, but she wanted to keep the information from her other classmates. "Why don't you just go?" "See, the thing is, Emma and her friends asked me to take this drug test for them, and---" "Wait, hold on. They did what?" "I'm gonna take a drug test for them. It's--" "Kara, that's ridiculous! Why are you doing that for them?" She shrugged. "I just want to be a nice person-nnn!" She lurched forward when a leak nearly escaped, burying her hand in her crotch. Terri sighed. "Nevermind, I know exactly why you're doing it. But do you know how much trouble you can get into for that? Those girls are stupid and cruel. They'll rat you out as soon as their places on the team are jeopardized." "They aren't making me do it, Terri. I just... like helping people," she said, as steady as she could. The whole bottom half of her body was moving like crazy. Throughout the entire class, she couldn't sit still. She was constantly squeezing herself, lurching forward, and tapping her feet. There wasn't much conversation between her and Terri. Her friend was mad at her for trying to impress to popular girls again, but she didn't care too much. They came to her this time. That's a completely different situation. Nearing the end of the period, it was getting really bad. She was dragging her butt back and forth in the chair, and she couldn't keep her hands away from her crotch for more than five seconds. A few other kids around her noticed her situation, making her turn red in the face. She found herself counting down the seconds until the end of class, but she knew she'd still have to wait until seventh period to release. 'I wonder what my limit is,' she thought, 'I should have done some measuring with how much I actually pee yesterday. This is getting bad. I really don't know if I can make it to seventh period...' The bell rang. Terri got her things and left without saying anything to Kara, who had accidentally spilled the contents of her bag on the floor. She was frantically trying to get her things together, giving herself a squeeze every couple of seconds. A small spurt escaped her, making her tense every muscle in her body. Kara left in a hurry, every step putting more pressure on her poor bladder. She leaked again, then again, then again. She was walking as fast as she could through the sea of people in the hallway, trying to get to class so she could at least just sit down. She passed the bathroom, and her bladder begged for her to use it. The harsh pulse of her urine-bloated organ was almost too much to bear. A particularly strong contraction made her leak again, but this time it didn't stop. She immediately spun around and went as fast as she could to the bathroom, but the hall was so crowded she was barely getting anywhere. She was going against the flow of people while she slowly and involuntarily leaked pee into her pants. She felt the warmth gradually spreading down her leg, her eyes tearing up from embarrassment and bladder pain. It didn't seem like anyone was noticing, but she felt like a little kid. She sprinted into a bathroom stall and sat down on the toilet. Without dropping her pants or taking her book bag off, she let go, releasing a torrent into her jeans. Her butt was soaked with urine. She wiped some tears from her eyes and sighed, but she remembered something that made her feel a little bit better. She skinned off her jeans and underwear and put them in her bag. She still needed to pee a little bit, but she was saving some for the drug test. She pulled on the black leggings she brought for gym class and left for class, drinking from the water fountain on the way. She drank until her belly felt like it was going to explode, then walked stiffly to her next period. She did fine through second period. Though it was definitely noticeable, her need to pass water was kept under control. Third period got a little worse; she spent the whole class fidgeting and tapping her foot. She drank some more water, and by fourth period, she was desperate again. She was hoping none of her friends at her table would notice her scooching back and forth and squeezing herself when they weren't looking. When they were, she was discreetly crossing and uncrossing her legs under the table. It felt weird wearing leggings with no underwear. It kind of made her urge worse, since that extra layer of fabric wasn't there. Once fourth period was over with, it was time to go to lunch. Although Kara really didn't want to pile anything on top of her bloated bladder, she was really hungry. All she had to eat that day was a small bowl of cereal. She had a cheeseburger and some fries, plus a small carton of chocolate milk to wash it down. She was wondering if she was drinking a bit too much. There was still a little less than two hours until seventh period, and she was spending the entire lunch fidgeting. Once fifth period rolled around, she was sure she drank too much. 'At least I don't have any friends in this class,' she said, making a beeline to the back of the class so she can hold herself. She somehow made it through without any leakage, though her need had increased considerably. She was completely unable to sit still through the whole class, constantly squeezing herself and crossing her legs. No one seemed to notice, though. 'Only one more class to go,' she said to herself, stepping in place as she gathered her things. 'Only one more class and I can pee.' She hurriedly went to her next period, sitting down next to Terri, who, upon seeing her change of pants, scoffed in astonishment. "Okay, I know you're not just preparing for gym early," she said. "What do you mean?" "Kara, you peed yourself for them! Is it really worth it?" her eyes traveled down to Kara's hands, which were buried in between her frantically tapping legs. Terri only shook her head and gave her the silent treatment again. After twenty minutes, Kara was even more desperate than before. She was watching the clock count the seconds by, but time seemed slower than usual. After another twenty minutes, she was dying. When she wasn't scooting back and forth, she was tensing every muscle in her body trying to contain the massive amount of pee inside her. Her bladder, which was on the verge of exploding, was constantly pulsing and throbbing like a continuous wave of desperation. She didn't care who saw her fidgeting. All she cared about was keeping her pee inside her until seventh period. As soon as the bell rang, she leapt out of her seat and rushed to the gym. As she stood by the door waiting for the girls to show up, she was jumping around, squeezing herself, and marching in place. People were shooting her glances, but she truly couldn't hide her need. 'Please, Emma where are you?' She thought, 'hurry up...' A particularly harsh wave hit, and she dropped to one knee, keeping as still as possible. They finally arrived less than a minute before the late bell rang. "Finally!" she said, getting off the ground to greet them. She was hopping from foot to foot, her fists clenched at her sides as she resisted the urge to hold herself in front of them. "Where are the cups? This is really getting bad." "They haven't given it to us yet," Emma said, "we're getting it this period." "When this period?" Kara asked desperately, clutching the sides of her leggings. "I don't know," was the annoyed response. Kara felt stupid again. She waddled into the gymnasium after them and went straight to the mat in the back, dreading what was coming next. Once the bell rang, the teacher went to the front of the class. "Alright everyone, you know the drill. Sit down in your spots and touch your toes." Kara didn't move. Her hands were buried in her lap and she was scooting back in forth. She planned on skipping the warm ups until she received a bone-chilling glare from the teacher. She sighed and begrudgingly leaned forward to touch her toes. She was a very flexible person. In fact, she'd been taking gymnastics for three years. At the moment, though, she wasn't so limber. Her bloated organ was a painful bowling ball in her belly. She filled her cheeks with air and scrunched her face up in agony, her shaking fingers not even making it all the way to her toes. She internally begged him to blow the whistle already, before she burst all over herself. The pulsing in her bladder had turned into a constant, screaming pain pressing against her lap. After an eternity, she heard the whistle blow, and she released. "Sky reach, everyone." The poor girl had to get up and reach towards the sky. Her face was contorted in strain and misery, her overfull bladder being tightened on by her belly's stretching skin. Her legs kept involuntarily tensing, her body obviously telling her it can't take much more of this. Her urethra evidently decided that it was going to take charge, and she let out a sudden and strong spurt of urine into her leggings. She immediately swung her arms down to hold herself to stop it, but the urine was plentiful enough to leak down both legs, soak her crotch, and dampen a little bit of her butt. The teacher thankfully didn't see this embarrassing display. "Alright, let's run! Chop chop!" This was by far Kara's least favorite part of the class. Though she considered herself a decent gymnast, cardio was not her strong suit, and it didn't help that she was on the verge of exploding. They needed to run three laps around the gym. As soon as she took the first few steps, she knew this was going to be bad. Urine was sloshing around inside her as she struggled to keep up with the rest of her class, each step feeling like a drop on a roller coaster. She noticed herself falling behind, so she picked up the pace. Once again, she leaked a little in her pants. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her hands were closed tightly in fists at her side. It took a few seconds to stop, since she was still running. She thanked the lord she was wearing black leggings, but with no underwear to help soak up the moisture, liquid was now streaming down her legs and into her shoes. It hurt so bad that she was almost crying. Each step let a little bit of pee out, and her entire lower half felt sticky. She saw the teacher call the girls over and hand them the cups. "Finally!" she said to herself, but she couldn't find relief yet. As they left the classroom, she discreetly slipped out of one of the exits and went stiffly to wear they were. She couldn't stand up straight, and if she untensed her leg muscles she would leak more into her pants. She was shaking from pure desperation, her tired urethra threatening to open the dams at any moment. "I'm ready, I need to go right now!" she said, coming upon the group. "Okay, chill the fuck out," said Emma, handing her the cups. She had to hold them all in her arms, which meant she couldn't hold herself. "We'll wait out here." "Is there a certain a-amount that needs t-to be in here?" Kara asked, leaking a tiny bit. She was answered with a look of disgust. She would have rephrased it, but her leak was getting stronger and she absolutely could not hold it any longer. She waddled to the bathroom stall and tried to close it with one hand, but a surge of desperation and urgency caused her to lurch forward and drop the cups. Luckily, they were plastic, so they couldn't break, but she had to retrieve them as they rolled across the bathroom floor. She bent over to pick one up, the pain nearly making her cry. She scooped them all up as fast as she could and put them gingerly next to the toilet, her legs fidgeting madly. As soon as she could, she squeezed herself hard with one hand and locked the stall with the other. She yanked down her pants and sat down, her dams immediately bursting and letting a stream out into the toilet. She had to squeeze herself with her bare hands to stop it, pee getting all over her hands. Kara's bladder was absolutely screaming now, her contorted face genuinely producing tears. Her fingers were cold against her pussy, but she barely noticed. She picked up a cup and put it against her labia, urine immediately spraying out like a garden hose. It filled up in no time. She stemmed the flow and put the cap on with shaky fingers, her bare legs fanning, fidgeting, and scooting. The second one was the same. The third cup began to grant her some relief as her rock-hard bladder became more of the squishy organ it naturally is. After she filled all the cups, she couldn't believe how much she still needed to go. After filling five cups with pee, she still urgently needed relief. She didn't go right away. She sat there for a moment fanning her sticky legs, noticing how overboard she went with this. As if waking up, she realized what she was going through for these girls that were so obviously using her. Terri was right. Terri was her true friend. A wave of desperation hit, making her habitually tense her legs and butt, but then she released a torrent, hissing strongly into the toilet. It felt amazing. She sighed and relaxed, leaning back against the wall, as the pent up urine finally evacuated her body. It slowed to a dribble, then nothing. She felt absolutely refreshed. She used the toilet paper to dry her legs, pussy, hands, and butt. Then she wiped down the cups and brought them to the girls, who absentmindedly thanked her. After school was out, she met up with Terri and sheepishly apologized, then went home. Kara would never do anything like that again.
  6. gtg2468

    female Standing pee

    Standing at work to pee a lot of times this is quicker and cleaner than using a dirty bowl. 48BEA6ED-D3D0-4967-859F-704CE27F1CAA.mov
  7. Hi guys, Here's a brief story that happened when I went to a music festival with my then girlfriend (we'll call her Jess) a few years ago. ***** We'd just finised seeing the last band of the night and were making our way back to where we'd camped at the far end of the festival away from the main arena. We'd been drinking steadily throughout the night and while we weren't blackout drunk, we'd consumed a lot of fluid over the course of the day and were fairly tipsy. I stopped off at the big block of toilets in the main arena to take my last pee before going to bed. By this point of the weekend the toilets were in an awful state, and so Jess said she would wait and use the less busy toilets nearer our campsite away from the footfall of the main arena. On returning from the toilets I found Jess standing and bobbing subtlely from foot to foot, not enough to alert the casual observer of her need, but certainly notcieable if you knew the signs to look for! We started back towards the campsite and as the toilet block came into view Jess groaned. The maintenance staff were emptying the portaloos, and as a result had closed half of them, meaning that a large queue had formed for the remaining available toilets. At a guess there were a good 50 people waiting to use a bank of around 5 portaloos. Jess sighed and turned to me, "what do you think I should do, I can't wait here all night, I'm freezing!" "It's really up to you babe, how bad do you need to go?" I replied. "Kinda bad, I guess I've only been a couple of times all day and we've had quite a bit to drink, but I find it hard to tell when I'm drunk" "Well, we can wait here for the queue to go down, we can try and find some other toilets if you want" I suggested. Jess paused for thought, glancing again at the ever growing queue. "I just wanna go to bed, I think I'll be fine, I'm a big girl" she smiled, and began walking off towards our tent. We had picked a spot near the entrance to the festival that meant to go between our tent and the main arena, you had to walk down a short dirt track that had been fenced off to keep the festival goers out of the surrounding woodland. In the morning when we had gone into the festival, this track had been dry and rather dusty from all the site vehicles passing over it. However in the intervening hours the great British weather and the various traffic along the track had turned it to sludge that was virtually impossible to navigate. We battled our way down it and then made our way through a maze of guy ropes to our tent. Jess stooped to grab the zip of our tent door, wincing almost imperceptibly as she did so. "Ooh, I think I may need to go worse than I thought" she said with a strained voice. "I'm sure you'll be fine babe, we'll be back up in a few hours anyway so not too long to wait" I tried to reassure her. She smiled uncertainly in response but opened the tent door went inside. We both got changed out of our clothes and climbed into our sleeping bags. I was exhausted from walking around in the sun and drinking all day, so sleep should have come fairly easily, but I couldn't help but be distracted by Jess shuffling around next to me, making a loud rustling sound on the tent floor with each movement. "Babe are you ok?" I called out softly through the haze of impending sleep, after trying to drift off for half an hour or so. "I really need the loo, I don't think I can wait all night" she meekly replied. "I'm absolutely dying for a wee, those last couple of beers have really caught up with me." She sat up slowly next to me and cradled her bladder with one hand. Even in the dark and half asleep I could see that it was bulging out dramatically, particualrly as she was normally very slim in build. "Fuck, there's only one thing for it" she said suddenly. "Can you keep watch for me?" "What do you mean babe?" "Get dressed and stand up outside like your brushing your teeth or something, keep watch for anyone." "Don't you want to try the toilets back there, I bet the queue has gone down now" I replied. "I can't, I'm absolutely bursting and if I tried to get changed and then get back down that muddy track, I don't think I'd make it in time." She had taken on an urgent, commanding tone so I did as she had asked and quickly got dressed. "Right, keep an eye out and let me know if there's anyone coming, is the coast clear?" I stood up and scanned the area around us that was largely deserted, but for a group huddled round a campfire some 50 metres away. "Yep, coast's clear" I replied. With that, she squatted down and began to pee, just a trickle at first, barely audible on the grass, but soon quickening to a forceful torrent that would have been easily heard by anyone awake in the tents immediately next to us. Jess peed at full force for at least 30 seconds, an expression of pure bliss etched across her face the whole time as she let go the many pints of beer she had consumed over the course of the evening. Her stream slowed again to a trickle and eventually stopped. Jess wiped herself, pulled up her underwear and we both climbed back into the tent and were quickly sound asleep. The next day Jess drank noticeably slower and made far more regular bathroom trips, and luckily (for her at least) avoided any more mishaps that weekend. ***** Hope you guys enjoyed, I have one or two other stories involding Jess in predicaments such at this, if anyone would like to hear them please let me know.
  8. one video I was finding on another platform (but I can't find that one again, maybe that video got deleted somehow)? it was named "heavy delivery", while I think that the uploader also made at least another video (and some others were recommanded, because of being similar to this video). the other video was about reading a story, that shown guy was reading a text, while fake laughter was implemented as sound, also he've lost some pieces of clothes and he seems to be shy about it. the "heavy delivery" guy seems to be the same guy I think, but I can't find his nickname, only that one of this videos were shared on a page named "xnxx". both videos include genitals and peeing, only one guy is visible in each video. the "heavy delivery" guy was carrying a heavy object (similar to a part of a statue?) and the camera seems to represnt the person he's talking to. his shorts got lowered within the video, also his underwear is falling down too, this guy is uncut and peeing a clear stream later, making it look like it's "an accident". one video is entitled "heavy delivery", while I couldn't remember the other video. I couldn't find the nickname of the uploader on the mentioned page. I hope it's okay to party name that page (I don't include a video or the full page-name)? I think there was another platform where I was viewing that video, where also the other video was mentioned there, uploaded by the same user? btw: this user didn't show his face. feet until upper-body were shown within this video and the "heavy delivery" guy wore a white shirt and a party-torn white underwear. he begged to get to the restroom, he's not actually whispering, but quietly talking. I couldn't even find that video very easy, I've favorited it and found it just because of having it mentioned it there with a hint and that guy seems to be max. 30 years old and is talking in english language, no music can be heard in the background. there's another video, where I don't know the title, uploader's nickname or page where I was viewing it. it's about aguy who's studying, the camera is placed under the desk. that guy is desperate to pee and moaning can be heard, no music is playing. he's touching his genitals and wearing a possibly white boxershort. he's sitting onto a chair and trying not to wet himself, I'm not sure if some wetting-scenes are included here, but later the camera is placed in the bathroom instead. his underwear is kinda pee-stained now, while he's aining his (boner or flaccid?) dick into the toilet and the bathroom's door can be seen in this scene. that guy is getting back to the desk, where he wets his underwear again, I think. also possibly peeing in the toilet later again, but this time his pee-stream is more intense. I'm not sure if he's uncut, but I don't think he's talking that much. I'm not sure if his face can be seen in this video, but it's not made by the user of the previous-described videos (I think). all guy's pee-stream could be clear I think, while the latest-described guy seems to be max. 25 years I think. I'm not sure about the latest-described guy's outfit (next to wearing white underwear), but all videos seem to be recorded inside of a room with no other people around, if that detail wil help? if someone of you maybe knows this video and knows the user's nickname, it would be great to find these videos again and especially know if the mentioned page shows the original video or where I was finding the first video was the original user's channel instead. links don't have to be mentioned here, I could look through pages with knowing the 2 video-titles or user's nickname by myself. (just mentioning it, because I can't look for something if I don't know how it's named) I was trying to find these videos, but couldn't locate another page than the mentioned one yet.
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  12. (This is a new story which I've also posted elsewhere. If you've not already come across it I hope you'll enjoy it. All constructive feedback is welcome.) Anne Glenson made her way through the sliding doors to reception and the receptionist, a girl of about twenty busily engaged in the important business of painting her nails, looked up. "Can I help you, madam?""Yes, I've come to see Mr Faulkner. It's Mrs Glenson - Anne Glenson - by the way.""I'll just see if he's free."Picking up the phone, the girl continued, "Mike, I've a got a Mrs Glenson to see you. Can I send her through?"Anne heard what she thought sounded faintly like a muffled groan followed by "Send her through."The girl looked up. "Yes. Mr Faulkner's free to see you. He's through the door on the right there, just down the corridor.""Thank you." Anne knocked loudly on the door. "Come in!"Mike Faulkner got up from his desk and extended a slightly clammy hand in welcome."Good afternoon - Mrs Glenson I believe. Do take a seat. Can I get Tracy to bring you some tea or coffee?"Anne sat down."No thank you. I've got some water on me. It's far better for maintaining hydration. Anyhow, I'm sure you must be busy Mr Faulkner, so I'll cut to the chase and get straight to the point. I've come about the grant application which my colleague and I submitted some time ago. Has your committee had time to consider it?"Mr Faulkner reached for a file. "Ah yes, the application from Holding for Life. I see you're listed as one of the directors, along with a Miss Sarah Worthington.""Yes that's correct.""I just need to check a few personal details with you if that's alright Mrs Glenson?""Yes of course.""Full name.""Anne Maureen Elizabeth Glenson.""Date of birth.""10th April 1975.""Marital situation?""Married.""And your address?""The Rectory, Church Lane, Browndale."Mr Faulkner beamed. "Oh, lucky you. I wish I lived in a splendid old rectory. The ones I see advertised in Country World are such glorious old piles." Anne frowned."Mr Faulkner, it's a glorious old Georgian rectory. It's a brutally functional 1960s rectory - the meanest and cheapest the diocese could come up with too. Strange though it may seem my husband, Fr Archie Glenson, just happens to be the rector." "I'm sorry Mrs Glenson. It was an honest mistake on my part - I just assumed...""You're not the first and I doubt you'll be the last. Now if we could please focus on my grant application as I haven't got all evening. My husband needs me to serve at Benediction at six thirty, after which I've got to do my domestic goddess bit and prepare supper for the deanery synod.""Yes of course, Mrs Glenson. A couple of committee members raised slight concerns about what you do at Holding for Life. They seemed to think there was some slightly - how shall I put it - kinky stuff - going off there."Anne intentionally crossed and re-crossed her legs. Not for nothing had she decided to don a slightly tight pair or jeans for this interview. She needed to pee pretty badly, having not released her bladder for over nine hours, but certainly wasn't desperately uncomfortable by any means. "Such as?""Well it's rumoured that you make your clients - or is it service users - hold their pee in all day at your courses. Is that correct?" Anne crossed her legs yet again, not because she had to but for effect. "Mr Faulkner, Miss Worthington and I are both highly qualified urology nurses who maintain current registrations. We both hold current DBS clearances and have all the required safeguarding certificates. With regard to the first point, we are caring, compassionate, professional people. We certainly do not force our service users to hold their pee all day. Yes, there are some toilet restrictions and for good reason, but much of the work we do with clients as you call them, involves Kegel exercises which are about strengthening sphincter muscles by peeing in a controlled way. Our courses are designed to empower people and give them options so that they don't have to panic and think about tracking down a toilet as soon as the need to pee arises. My colleagues and I certainly don't demand anything from our service users of which we ourselves are not more than capable.""I'm sure you don't, Mrs Glenson. I have heard a rumour though that you make some use of humiliation on your courses. Is that correct?"Anne coughed, gave Mr Faulkner a slightly disdainful look, and took a swig from her water bottle. Noticing that Mike Faulkner's right hand had slipped beneath his desk and he'd begun to stroke himself, she couldn't resist crossing and re-crossing her legs yet again. "Mr Faulkner, many - though not all - of our service users are high profile people. Not unnaturally some of them present with challenging attitudes and at any one time we have service users who regard our courses as jolly japes. If they are to derive a long-term positive benefit from coming on our courses, such attitudes have to be countered robustly and, if we have to wipe smirks off a few faces, so be it. We do not take people on our courses who are medically incontinent but we rely on service users to be honest with us about any ongoing health conditions, including bedwetting. If a service user hasn't been honest with us and if they don't abide by the rules of the course they are required to account for it. That's why all beds are checked by matron every morning and we have adjudication in a group setting after breakfast. By the way, we have a zero-tolerance policy on masturbation, Mr Faulkner! Having worked extensively in urology, Sarah and I have seen more than enough of its unhelpful and counter-productive effects."Mr Faulkner quickly withdrew his hand from his crotch area."Quite Mrs Glenson. Now turning to your grant application, I see that you applied for fifty five thousand pounds towards the repair of a gymnasium roof.""That's correct. My colleague and I have both sunk a lot of our own money into the venture but, even taking into account income from service users, we're stretched to find money for re-roofing the old gymnasium to a standard which will keep it watertight for the next 20 years. Our premises are based in an old secondary modern school which County Hall wanted to dispose of cheaply and you could say that fabric was an ongoing challenge." "Hmm. As a matter of interest, what do you charge your service users?""Usually two thousand pounds. That covers an intensive weekday course with induction on a Monday afternoon followed by three and a half days of serious work followed by the award of certificates after lunch on a Friday.""I see. Have you thought of increasing your fees?""We keep them under review but we think two thousand is a fair fee to charge most users at present. Part of it goes towards a bursary fund for service users who would benefit from attending a Holding for Life course but cannot afford to pay or require some level of subsidy."Mr Faulkner nodded. "I see, Mrs Glenson. Clearly your operation is run in a responsible way. Despite the reservations expressed by some committee members we are happy to award you fifty thousand.""Only fifty? We asked for fifty five." "I know, but that's our decision and we must abide by it. Mrs Glenson, I hope it's not an impertinence but I've noticed you crossing your legs and moving about quite a bit. You don't need to pee by any chance?"Anne smiled. "No more than anyone else who hasn't peed since seven this morning! Don't worry, I need to go but it's not an emergency." Mr Faulkner could barely contain himself."Mrs Glenson, you must be bursting. I know it's a big ask but I've never seen a lady pee. Would you be willing to pee for me? I keep a container - an empty pickle jar - in here just in case of emergencies. Here it is. One of the joys of working in offices shared with other organisations is that the loo's always occupied."Anne smiled broadly. "I'd be more than happy to oblige Mr Faulkner."Anne, deftly removed her dark blue stone washed jeans and, leaving her white maxi panties on, squatted over the pickle jar. She peed a little hesitantly at first but her stream soon became a strong one and Mike Faulkner watched, amazed, as she completely filled the litre sized jar, almost overflowing it. Although in middle age they occurred less readily than as a young man, he found himself developing an erection of a kind he'd not experienced for at least a decade. Without the aid of any kind of manual stimulation, he found himself ejaculating uncontrollably into his underpants, an experience he'd not met with since his twenties. Anne finished as abruptly as she started, got up and handed the jar to him. Carefully removing her pee stained panties she tossed them in his direction before slipping back into her jeans and zipping them up with the same ease that she'd removed them. "You may as well keep those knickers as a little souvenir, Mr Faulkner. I'm sure you'll find a use for them. By the way, I look forward to receiving the cheque for sixty thousand by Tuesday's post at the latest."Mr Faulkner looked bemused. "Sixty thousand? I thought we'd settled on fifty."A broad grin crossed Anne's face. "My dear Mr Faulkner, we settled on nothing. I applied for fifty five thousand and you offered me fifty. Now I'm sure you wouldn't like your interest in women peeing to become public knowledge, would you? It would be so embarrassing, wouldn't it, especially for a charity trustee?"Mr Faulkner went pale. "You're not try to blackmail me, Mrs Glenson, are you?" "No of course not. That's such a horrible word, don't you think? Let's just call it incentivising discretion, shall we? That extra ten thousand will fund five places for services users who wouldn't otherwise be able to attend. Look, if it makes a bitter pill any sweeter, I'm willing to offer you a free place on one of our courses."Mike Faulkner knew he wasn't going to get out of this one easily. How could he have been so foolish as to walk into such a trap? "Mrs Glenson, I'll speak to the committee and see what I can do. Thanks for the offer of a place on one of your courses but I'm not sure whether it's really me."Anne smiled."Sixty thousand by Tuesday's post, Mr Faulkner. You can send it to the rectory by courier or one of the signed for delivery services if you like. Anyhow, I must get a move on or Archie will wonder where I am. It's a pleasure doing business with you."With that, she turned and took her leave. Two hours later, Mike Faulkner pushed the door of Browndale Church open. The air was thick with a haze of incense, making him cough. As he struggled to get his bearings he was greeted by a genial priest in a long, Roman-style cassock, who'd been making his way towards the door."Good evening, sir. If it's Benediction you've come for, I'm afraid we finished five minutes ago."Mike Faulkner coughed again. The incense was really affecting his throat."No I've not come for the service. Are you Fr Archie by any chance?""Yes. How can I help you?""Fr Archie, it's really your wife that I was hoping to see - on an item of business."Fr Archie chuckled. "Well the last time I saw her she was in the vestry, just by the tower arch there, although she may have taken the thurible outside to empty. Got to return the contents to their native earth you know." Mike cleared his throat."Thanks Father. This doesn't seem like normal C of E though."Fr Archie laughed."We don't do normal Cof E here and, as for my wife, she's certainly not normal! Ah, speak of the wife, here she is. "Anne, there's a gentleman here to see you. I'll leave you two in peace. Remember to lock up when you've finished and don't forget the deanery synod supper at eight, darling."Anne beamed at her husband as he took his leave. "How could I forget darling? Praise God for supermarket cocktail sausages, ready made dips and mini scotch eggs."Leading Mike into the vestry, Anne eased the girdle from her waist and, with the slick effortlessness he'd seen earlier, removed her server's alb to reveal the same top and jeans that she'd worn earlier in his office. Turning to him, she gave Mike a smile he'd earlier learned to mistrust. "Well this a surprise. To what do we owe the pleasure?""It's about our discussion earlier...""I hope you haven't come to tell me that the sixty thousand isn't going to be forthcoming." "No not at all. I doubt the committee will agree to more than fifty but I can find the remaining ten thousand out of my own pocket. After all, I think it's a price worth paying in view of the alternative.""Good. I'm so glad we understand one another, Mr Faulkner. Was there anything else?" "Yes, it's about your kind offer of a free place on one of your courses. I've been thinking and I'd like to take it up."Anne hugged him and the smell of the incense which clung to her clothes, nearly caused him to pass out."Splendid! You won't regret it. As it happens I have a place available for the course starting Monday 1st October. If I get my sixty thousand by Tuesday I'll email or post you all the details including the medical form and the disclaimer which we ask all service users to complete and sign. By the way, I think we can afford to drop the formalities. From now on you can call me Anne if I can call you Mike.""I'm happy with that. Good night Mrs Glenson - I mean Anne.""Good night Mike! Look forward to seeing you on the 1st October."Mike walked out into the gathering gloom of the September evening sky, not quite knowing what he'd let himself in for but hoping that it wouldn't be too bad.THE END
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    FC2 Collection #1

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  17. This happened to me just last week. I was busting my ass all day at work and never got the chance to run to the bathroom, the ENTIRE day. I had a full days bladder and I hadn't really noticed how badly I needed to go because I was so distracted. Anyway, I finished my shift around 5pm and was about to head home, but I realized my car was absolutely dead out of gas - like I was hardly making it to the station down the road. I'm one of those lazy people who waits until the last second to do a lot of things so this was a regular occurrence for me. The need to pee was getting stronger once I was sitting by myself and not super busy and distracted but I still ignored it (big mistake). I really had to stop and get gas and I was confident that I could just be quick about it and jump back in my car to go home. So I get to the pump down the street and there's already two other cars there. I pulled up to the pump facing the road as my car was drastically flashing the "Low Fuel" sign at me. Trying to be quick I began to fumble about my car in search of what I needed. I grabbed my card to pay at the pump (thank god I didn't go inside) and I hopped out of my tiny car onto the pavement. Gasoline fumes assaulted my nose and the sound of cars whizzing by filled my ears. As soon as I stood up I realized I would be doing the potty dance for the next few minutes that I'd be out of the vehicle. Trying to power through the experience, I jammed my card into the machine and grabbed the gas pump. As I inserted the nozzle into my car the need to pee was getting unbearable. I tried to be subtle about my desperation because there were other people around me and I was already facing a busy road. "Halfway there" I thought to myself as I looked at the rising numbers "I can do this" I stopped dancing for just a moment to look at the pump to see my progress and I felt a spurt of wetness dampen my panties. I quickly tried to stop the stream but that little spurt was all my body needed to let the flood gates open. It started slow but quickly got out of hand. I stood there next to my car, frozen like a statue as my panties drenched and overflowed into my dress-trousers. I felt a stream of wetness run down the back of my thighs. Two streams down the front of each pant leg. And a stream at the source, my crotch, easily passing through the fabric and directly hitting the pavement with a little tinkling "splash" sound. I looked down in heated embarrassment as I saw massive wet spots forming and a puddle on the ground where I had been standing. My bladder finally emptied itself without any consideration for me. The streams slowed down and finally came to a stop with a few moments of dripping. Drip. I literally couldn't move I was so humiliated. Drip. Oh god how Is this possible? Drip. Shit, did anyone see me? *a final little stream came out of fear, hitting the puddle beneath me rather loudly* I looked up and saw a guy next to me getting out of his SUV at that moment. Another guy at the next pump over glancing in my direction. I ripped the nozzle out of my car and slammed it back into the fuel pump. My only goal was to get out of public and away from wondering eyes as soon as possible. I was too scared to even look at the stopped cars on the road as I jumped into my vehicle as quickly as I could and started to drive home. I sat for a thirty minute drive with soaked trousers and panties in humiliation and shame, thinking about all of the people who could have seen me. Hoping that there isn't some security footage of the incident but I can't help but wonder if there is... A lesson learned, always make time for the little things or they will make time for themselves...
  18. My wife loved reading all your comments on our video here: So here is another quick video, this time with sound! Desperate to pee, she stood naked in the shower and tried to hold it in. She didn't last very long! We have more wetting videos that we will be sharing as well in the future! Enjoy! Desperate wife pees naked in shower.mp4
  19. I buy ALOT of videos..... and by a lot.... I mean ....I bought this one..and the videos name is a lot. and I bought (Stole) it with the upmost respect to these fine ladies that were known to have definitely might have known this Lady. So please before all 400 of you admins who are not admins (YUP...been around this site since the beginning..I see you!!) on this site berate me with those judgmental eyes so reminiscent of my father who abused me with money, strippers and cocaine since an early age....Just stop....Remember you fucking are--I hope cussing is still permitted on this site, if not farewell to you all, ..FUCK IT!! I now stand ALONE ..not Telling those I declared I would tell them..*clears throat*..REMEMBER no more you who I told I would told them I would remember I told them you are. For those of you thou too weak..be stonger..too stupidith...beeee SMART..old..Be...young and hither.. Tired.....Do be tiredith...no MORE. Behold watch your brother be slain quicker then self-esteem in a strip club. But heed my woooordds you vile pig-porking pink plated pickle people pirate pleasers!!! My brethern will this next time. they will watch with ugly or just one eye as I AM REBORN!!!!! *clap clap Fireworks!! pow pow "Ryan is the best" "soo super Hot") CALM you!! Calm you shall be you brave Warriors of a Fetish that provides bountiful opportunity for unpleasant conversations with those revealers of Browser History. I now be destroyed as a real Admin has just logged on...No Tears..I wiillll return to you as RyanRosco!9DD or whatever varation they have not blocked yet. Goodbbyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeer..... Ok..I guess profanity was allowed...So...Yea. Ok I will try to muscle through the serious parts here. Buy a ton of movies because..I like this shit, I make decent money and due to the fact I dont have a girlfriend now. I didn't ask for this societal unfriendly fetish.But getting to the point of somewhat not caring sooo much after so many years So I finally put up my picture. I really did buy this and many more but I will put that in a separate post And seriously for those who are going to tell me off..... Caring is in my nature and I do care...I care about Her!! Just not enough to stop posting this video. hahahaha .... [clips4sale.com]pee in leggings.mp4
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  22. As requested by @Papergami, I recreated the scenario from my last video (see bottom), but wore my jammer swimsuit with no shoes. Set up for the video took a while, during which I became super desperate (I peed nearly a whole minute!) Jammers.mp4 Original "hair-drying roommate" video
  23. Wow! It's been years since I've had a decent wetting or desperation experience to write until today . My ringtone was ringing in my ear at 5 am this morning. I opened up my eyes and reached for my phone to see who was calling me at this hour, although I already knew before I did. I quickly glanced down at my phone and sure enough, it was him. I quickly answered his phone call. "Hello?" I answered in a groggy tone, Despite knowing who was on the other side of the phone, my brain has yet to process still as I feel my eyes becoming heavy once again. "Hey" He responded in his usual sultry tone. "Oh! Hey Sean!" I immediately perked up at the sound of his voice. So from there, we chatted a lot, asking each other about work life as well as personal...And sexual. After our phone sex session, we talked for a little more. I made a mention of needing to pee a little bit and his voice changed into a sultry-like tone, I knew I officially stirred the pot. And the first thing he said was "get some water". Since I was still pretty horny and was somewhat in the mood for holding, I did what I was told, but not without giving him somewhat of a hard time first. I played it innocent...at first. "Do I have to get up and get water? I want to stay in my bed, it's so comfortable." I said in a whiny tone. "Yes, you do - Now do it." He ordered. "mmm...Fine" and went and did what I was asked, feeling a slight tingle in my pussy. At that moment, I wanted him here with me in person. But I shook myself away from those thoughts as I was on borrowed time before work started. It was already 6 am, So I didn't have much time to sit there and think a lot at the moment about that. I returned to my room with a bottle of water in my hand and sat on my bed, awaiting his next instruction. "Drink!" I messed with him again before taking a few sips from my water bottle. We went off topic, chatted some more before going back into our roleplay. By then, I had already finished one bottle of water. He told me to get another water bottle and drink that one as well. I was already a 6.5 on a scale of 1-10. But I wanted a challenge, So I drunk the second bottle as well. Well...I wasn't prepared for what my morning challenge would bring. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After I drunk those 2 water bottles, my 6.5 quickly shot up to an 8.5. It didn't help I never had my morning pee either. We were still talking on the phone well past 7 am, but I was incredibly desperate to pee. I asked him many times to let me use the bathroom - But of course, he declined. I was squirming in my bed, trying not to move too much, but it seemed I could never find a comfortable spot to let the pressure in my bladder stop bothering me. I released little moans as I squirmed, much to his delight. I realized time has quickly passed, It was 8 am already and I need to get ready for work and make it there before 9. I quickly got off the phone with him and told him I would contact him as soon as I got to work. I sighed in relief that they didn't suspect a thing. I called Sean and alerted him I was at work, It was only 8:30 so I had 30 minutes to kill. We continued our conversation and I walked in slowly while slightly hunched over. I needed to keep my composure. I didn't need my co-workers to think I was a little girl that couldn't control her bladder. But dammit! I was bursting and if I didn't get to a bathroom soon...I remembered there was one by another entrance, So I slowly walked over to it trying not to leak into my panties along the way. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment along the way. I finally got to the bathroom, I looked around to make sure no one was there, I went into one of the stalls with Sean still on the phone. I was finally in front of a toilet, but I knew I couldn't use it yet...I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook that easy. "Don't go yet, leak into your panties" "But I need to go..." I said, losing my composure I had and crossed my legs while grabbing my crotch in the stall. The toilet was right there! "Mmm...do it." At this point, I was very horny, desperate, on the verge of being more embarrassed. But I did what he asked, I let a little bit flow into my panties, it started to feel good actually...Until I had reminded myself I was at my work environment. I quickly snapped out of it and resumed crossing my legs and squirming. " I did it..." "Mmm...more" I heard him breathing heavy on the other end. "But I'm not sure if I can-" Before I could finish my sentence, I heard a few women came into the restroom. I had to think quick. If they see me standing up hobbled over in my stall...So I sat down on the toilet to make it seem not so suspicious...while still talking on the phone with him...At this point, I felt my cheeks burning hot. and was extra nervous. And sitting on the toilet did not help my situation at all. I thought for sure I was going to piss through my pants. But to my surprise, After everyone came and did what they needed, I pulled through somehow. "...That was close." I said, making sure I was the only one in the bathroom. I got up from the toilet seat and resumed my desperation dance. He asked me to leak into my panties 2 more times and I did, feeling mixed emotions each time I did. "I did it.." "Good...now, sit on the toilet and piss through your panties." I didn't even bother to debate him, I leaked multiple times at this point and my black pants at the crotch area were a little damp. I just wanted to relieve my aching bladder of piss and pressure. I happily just pulled down my pants, sat back on the toilet with my panties on, and pissed through my panties, sighing in relief while also moaning a little bit. I think I damn near had an orgasm, hehe. After I did that. I stripped myself of my former panties, Wiped myself down, put back on my pants, wrapped my panties in paper towels, and put them way down in the bathroom's trash can. I hopped off the phone with Sean and wished him a good day. I can honestly say I felt good but dirty...In a good way that is. Today was definitely a good day.
  24. Just found it on Pornhub. Here's the link : https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b37ee4e3a5ef Here's the rip : 720P_1500K_172549251.mp4
  25. themerger

    female Only 1 Bathroom

    In this scenario I am forced to wait while my roommate blow-dries her hair before I go out. Naturally, I don't make it, but I'm not complaining. Video at the bottom, after screenshots. Note: I almost didn't post this, due to my more traditionally masculine garb. I'm happy to do videos with specific clothes if anyone has requests! Dryer .mp4