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  1. cheese142

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  3. Heena peeing in her white jeans and wetting herself. heena_sample.mp4
  4. Ankita was violently woken from her unsteady sleep with a sharp cramping pain that rocked her bladder. She instantly knew what it was. She sighed miserably and dangled her feet off the side of her hostel bunkbed hoping not to wake her roomate. Ankita was from a well off family in Mumbai. She had lived almost her entire life in the heart of the city, in a posh flat that was on the 9th floor. Owing to her family's financial status, she had never really gotten a taste of the outside world; she spent the majority of her time in Coffee Days and overpriced malls. Upon completing her 12th standard however, everything changed. Her grades were awful. No decent college in Mumbai would accept her. She checked countless colleges all over the country but apart from a monastery near Nepal, the only college that would accept her was Vellore Sisters Catholic College - an all girls strict educational institute. Though it was far from ideal, it was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best option available. With less than a week remaining till the beginning of college, Ankita hastily applied to the college, got accepted, and set off from Mumbai the night before college was to begin. She knew it would be different, much different than anything she'd ever done before, but she was ready: Or so she thought. She reached the train station, took an overpriced auto down a dirt road, baked it the sun, and entered the dusty gates of the college. She was instantly approached by a middle aged nun who, after checking her identification, led her to her room on the 5th floor. Ankita was apalled. The room was dingy and small, illuminated only by a 4ft by 4ft window in the corner. 2 other beds were already in place, and a couple of tops and a pale blue pair of panties lay sprawled around the room. She was too busy inspecting the dust and the cracking paint that she only noticed the absence of an extra door in the room. "Excuse me!" , she called out to the nun. "Uh.. Bathroom?" But the nun was already walking away down the corridor. Hearing the bell ring in the distance, Ankita quickly grabbed a textbook and made her way to class. It wouldn't look good to be late on the first day itself. Classes were boring and tough, same as school. After the 2nd period Ankita got up to go to the bathroom. At the end of the corridor there was a door with a dilapidated 'LADIES' sign hanging from it. Ankita entered and nearly gagged. The floor was muddy with dirt and patches of liquid. Apart from one stall the doors all hung on their hinges, waiting to fall off. The stench was incomparable. IT was muddy and filthy Her bladder protested but her disgust was stronger. Tightening her sphincter, she loosened the waistband of her long green skirt and returned to class. By the end of the next period however, her need had worsened considerably. She could hardly sit still and had twice been reprimanded for continuosly bouncing her legs. in her mind she vowed that the moment this class ended she'd find a place to pee. The moment the bell rang, Ankita jumped up from her desk and left the room, running down the stairs and out of the block. It occured to her that there may be a cleaner toilet elsewhere in campus. AS she ran she felt a drop moisten the joining of her thighs. From the corner of her eyes, Ankita saw a tiny steel door behind the cafeteria block bearing the words "FOR TEACHERS ONLY". Running, she flung open the door and her eyes jizzed when they saw the beatiful bathroom before them. It was king-sized and clean, with a tall whit western-style toilet adorning the center. Ankita rushed to the toilet, yanking up her skirt and holding it under her chin as she frantically moved her red panties out of the line of fire. Plopping herself down on the cold toilet seat she fired her piss into the bowl with deadly force; it splashed off the inside of the bowl and into the water. Ankita sighed in relief but also in exacerbation. How the HELL would she survive here?
  5. Ranganath

    CURSED!! (Indian)

    Hi once again everyone. <present> The bus driver of the SETC bus hung out of the side of the bus blowing his whistle as we entered the Salem bus stop at 3:00 AM. This was to be our third and final bus switch for the night. The bus stop was dimly lit and reeked of stale urine and decomposing garbage. I heard a few of my friends stirring awake as the bus lights came on. I grabbed a smoke and left the bus, edging my way past a restlessly rocking Sanjana. The station was utterly appalling. Garbage lay rotting in large heaps. I looked around for a place I could have my smoke. My eyes fell on the bathrooms, the gutka riddled wall from where the stench originated. I edged my way past the food sellers and into the open unisex shit yard that they called a toilet. At this time of the night there was nobody around and the bathroom looked more than a little creepy. I stood to one corner and lit my smoke, an evil twinkling glistening in my eyes. I took a deep drag, then smoothly exhaled as my heart pounded faster and faster. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what I was going to see. I took another drag off the cigarette. The sound of footsteps pattering rapidly, approaching the bathroom stirred me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The footsteps grew louder and louder as the person running approached. Sanjana's panting was easily recognizable. Sanjana dashed into the bathroom, a frantic look plastered on her face. She scanned the filthy room up and down quickly, noticing me but in her urgency not caring, and dashed into the closest 'cubicle' (if you can call it that). From my place in the corner, I had a perfect vantage point. I took another drag. Sanjana unbuttoned her skin tight jeans and began frantically pulling them and her tight white polka-dotted panties off her thigh. The moment she had got them midway, she dropped into an awkward skewed squat over the trough below. Instantly there was a loud hissing sound as a forceful stream of urine shot into the bowl, washing off some of the brown plastered grime in its flow. But though Sanjana was squatting, emptying herself into the trough, there was no relief on her face, merely determination. Just one glimpse of her sweaty contorted face and the way she was clutching her stomach, I knew there was a much bigger problem shouting in her lower stomach. Her butt cheeks tensed several times during the coursde of her pee. Yet each time she managed to regain her composure. As her stream tapered off to a drizzle, she hurriedly pulled up her jeans and left the bathroom, buttoning them as she walked out. I followed her back to the bus with a sly smile on my lips. This was going to be an interesting bus ride !!! <Two Days Earlier> "Hey Rohit, where are we. I need to Peeee", Aishwarya whined from the back of the trekking group. Rahul looked up from the path in front of him. He scratched his head as he replied, "I'm not really sure. We're quite lost, that's for sure. We're in the middle of nowhere! There's just trees and more trees!! If you really need to pee you should probably just use a bush." Aishwarya looked indignant and sulking with a pouty face murmured, " I can wait." Our trekking group had gotten lost in the depths of the forest. We stumbled off the main trail less than an hour back and hadn't been able to find our way back. There were 8 of us in total, friends from work and other. We'd come up to Yercaud for a fun relaxing weekend of trekking, not this. Still we walked deeper and deeper into the jungle. As the sun started to dim, my eyes caught a figure in the distance, behind a forage of vines and branches. I pointed this out to my friends and they shouted to the person for help. The man however, didn't respond, at this distance we wouldn't know anyway so we all moved towards him shouting for help. Suddenly, the figure began to run. Shouting we chased after it for a good 5 minutes. Finally it appeared to be slowing down; we ran forward with renewed vigor. As we drew closer, we saw that the figure was not a man, but a tall beautiful woman, wearing a typical traditional folded saree. As we drew closer, we saw that she was fiddling with something behind a large tree. When we approached we were surprised to see a well built shed, about the size of a small public toilet, made entirely out of wood, in the middle of the jungle. The woman was fumbling with a ring of keys in front of the door. Her incessant jiggling and knee-bending gave voice to the nature of her hurry. Aishwarya had caught sight of the shed and was overjoyed. She outran all of us and reached the shed. Turning towards the village woman, Aishwarya said, "Toilet? Can .. I?? Toilet??" The village woman gave just one look of frenzied urgency to Aishwarya and went back to putting various keys in the padlock fastened on the door. Aishwarya was not well off. She was having severe difficulty keeping still. These were the final moments of struggle for her. All of a sudden a 'click' sounded as the padlock snapped off and the toilet door swayed open. Inside was a clean and obviously well maintained toilet. Aishwarya was already contemplating running ahead into the toilet before it opened. As the doors swung open though, she felt a long leak (more like a squirt) rush out of her and down her cargo trousers. She held it back but within 2 seconds another squirt escaped, and then another. Aishwarya ran ahead, literally pushing the village woman to the side and fumblingly bolted the toilet door behind her as she entered. She could feel drops of urine running down her calf. She tore her cargoes down to her knees as a tidal wave erupted from between her legs, washing the toilet clean in its path. Aishwarya sighed loudly and closed her eyes in bliss. The village woman trapped outside however was much less fortunate. Shell-shocked by Aishwarya's actions, the village woman, with her legs visibly twisted and in a semi hunch, pounded on the bathroom door. The 7 of us standing there could do nothing, and merely looked on. We were so busy watching her pounding away at the door that we didn't notice the gentle pattering noise of piss falling from her calves onto the soil until she started crying. When we realized what was happening, we all looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and awkward. The woman sobbed gently as her urine ran down her legs. Suddenly the wind changed, the sky darkened, the tree leaves rustled ominously. The woman looked up at us, her kajol smeared around her eyes. Her look was one of unadulturated hatred and anger. The next thing we knew, she was levitating above us, 5 feet in the air. As she looked at us her eyes glowed with orange fury. "FUCK YOU!! You bastards will pay for what you've done. You'll feel my pain, my humiliation, my helplessness, ALL OF YOU!!! You WILL pay. You WILL know what it feels like. Every single one of you!!" With that she disappeared among the foilage. We gazed upward stupidly in shock. The sound of a flush was followed by a relieved Aishwarya stepping out of the bathroom as she buttoned up her cargoes. "What happenned guys??"
  6. just last week I witnessed some intense (kinda) poop desperation. A couple friends came and stayed the night at my house. With them was a junior of mine called Deeksha. She wasn't exactly cute but was dark and short and quite decently built, with curves in the right places. Anyway, they all drank quite a bit and Deeksha and one other girl ended up staying the night. The next morning the other girl had college so left around 8. As neither Deeksha nor I had classes to attend, we slept in quite late. Around 12 or 1 I woke up, and, realizing I had to attend a bank appointment by 2, I woke her up frantically. Within 5 minutes of waking her up, as she was still groggy and sleepy, I gave her a slice of bread and an ommelette and we left the house. By the time we reached the bus stand she was more awake, though still yawning and rubbing her eyes. While waiting for the bus she suggested we get some chai from the pan wala. I consented and bought 2 of those small 4 rupee glasses. We finished and as a bus still hadn't come, we had another. Finally a bus came and we both got in it and took our seats next to each other. 20 minutes later, and we had barely travelled 3 kilometres. The traffic was awful. Deeksha sat next to me, hands crossed over her stomach, was systematically exhaling forcefully and bending over, then painfully sitting back up. I watched her discomfort for about a minute before I could get the courage to ask her what's wrong. She told me straight up, her fists clenched by her side, that she needed to take a dump really bad. She said she usually takes one as soon as she wakes up and now was feeling really uncomfortable. I apologized and sat back, continuing to watch her struggle. After 10 minutes her plight seemed a bit worse. Every now and then, shed sneakily hold the base of the seats beneath her and pull down on hem as hard as she could, pressing her exploding ass into the seat. She very soon told me that she was gonna get off at the next stop; she directly told me there was a dhaba there. I told her I'd come along and she didn't say anything. She stood up and began walking towards the bus door. As she was halfway there however, she quickly slowed down and crossed her legs tightly, standing fixed awkwardly in the middle of the bus. I standing behind her, got whiff of a bad smell. I tapped her and told her to move forward. Embaressed, she waddled out of the bus, down the stsirs (one at a time) and into the dhaba loo ( which was luckily right next to the men's. Shared wall) As is the case with the majority of such washrooms, there is a gap between the wall in the top. I rushed ahead of her into the men's washroom so I could hear what would happen. Sure enough, there was a frantic slamming and fumbling latching of the lock while trying to pull down her jeans with the other hand. I could hear the clicking of her shoes around the floor and the clinking of her belt as she tried not to shit herself. Suddenly there was an extremely loud splattering sound followed by another and another and then by a sigh of relief. The smell hit me quickly and I rushed out of there, and waited for Deeksha by the door.
  7. WARNING. This contains poop desperation. Nothing grossly obscene although vivid description are provided. If that's not your thing please don't read. Disclaimer: This is not a work of fiction, but at the same time its not entirely a work of reality. The crucial events did happen, but there were many parts that I didn't explicitly see but have attempted to recreate. Thanks. Hey Guys! So this is a story involving Shruthi. Yes, this is Shruthi, my ex. We broke up quite a long time back. After the break up, she shifted abroad and has been there since. A week back, I got an email from the school that we were in together saying that they're organising a small get together for our batch. It had been just over a year since we passed out and as such, I was eager to go. Upon arriving at the school, I met a couple of my friends who had organised the entire thing. They told me it was going to be epic! We were all heading off to a remote hillstation called Yercaud to go trekking for a couple of days! It sounded great! I met a couple of classmates at the school function though not all that many. The majority of them, I was assured, had bunked the school meeting but were coming to Yercaud. We were told to meet up at the bus stop at night, around 10:30, for the 11:00 bus. I went home, packed, and quickly returned to the bus stand. There I found a lot of my old classmates, including Raj, Prakash, and, to my surprise, Shruthi. I was taken aback seeing Shruthi, she looked quite different, having grown significantly taller. She had also lost a fair amount of weight. Despite the fact that our relationship hadn't ended too badly, things were still somewhat awkward to say the least. I said hi to her and hugged her. She didn't seem weirded out and was actually quite kind. Finally the bus came and I entered it first. We had been allocated a total of 6 seats, in pairs of 2. I entered first, and took my choice seat. The rest of the people filed in, taking their seats at leisure. Shruthi was the last person to enter; she looked around, saw that the seat next to me was the only one left, and came and sat. The bus ride lasted only 8 hours, and , by the time we woke up in the morning, we had reached. We filed out of the bus, sleepy and disorientated. We quickly made our way to the hotel room where we checked in. Between the 6 of us, there were 3 guys and 3 girls. We had booked 2 rooms and as such one went to the guys and the other to the girls. We agreed to meet in the reception in an hour. After a shower and a short nap, we rendezvoused in the main hall to set out for the hike. Everyone had their backpacks strapped on and was in their hiking clothes. The last to arrive was Shruthi. She ambled leisurely down the stairs in a pair of Khaki shorts and a T-shirt. Now that everyone had assembled, we set off. We caught a jeep for about 20 minutes until we reached the outskirts of the hill station. From there we began our long, arduous, and memorable trek to the summit. Before setting out on our trek, we ate a hearty breakfast of dosa and idly at a base camp. It was a shady kind of place, with a blue tarpaulin roof and a hairy man flipping savoury pancakes. A giant coffee finished the meal and, ready for the trek, we set off. We climbed for easily an hour and a half before everyone began to feel tired. I myself had been lagging behind the bulk of the group, talking to Shruthi about what she'd been up to in the past year. She was bubbly and excited, as usual, as she told me about her job and her friends abroad. At one point we reached the top of the rolling hills. The gasping and panting of our group suggested a much needed break. We pulled out the mat and spread it over the ground, then pulled off our bags and sat down, enjoying the scenery. As everyone sat their talking and chilling, I noticed Shruthi sitting in an odd manner. She had her legs in front of her, with her knees bent and raised up until her chest, such that all of her body''s pressure fell upon her bottom. She was also slowly rocking back and forth as her hands clutched tufts of grass behind her. To add to this, she was sweating quite visibly, despite the cool mountain air. I've known Shruthi for quite a few years, and as such, I've seen what she looks like when she needs to take a shit. By the look of her face, I instantly knew that she needed to take a big shit :P No sooner had I though of this than I instantly reprimanded myself. Shruthi was my ex! I shouldn't even be thinking about these kind of things!! I determined to try my best to ignore it and hoped the situation would resolve itself. After a mere 2 minutes of sitting down, the other two girls, Keturah and Meghna excused themselves to the bushes. Before they got up to leave, they turned to Shruthi and asked softly ( I could hear because I was sitting right next to her) " Do you need to.... freshen up??" Shruthi forced a smile and said no. This shocked me back into observing the scenario. Why wouldn't she go with the girls when she so obviously had to relieve herself? Why did she remain silent?? It was only at this point that I remembered the relationships that Shruthi had shared with her classmates. It wasn't all that good. For some inexplicable reason she had never really fit in with the 'chic' group of the class. Maybe ..... * I'm switching into Shruthi's point of view at this point. Though the events are factual, I wanted to try and portray things grom her point of view. Shruthi felt as if she were bursting at the seams!! The sweat ran in large beads down her forehead as she rocked back and forth, frantic thoughts running through her panicking brain. " DOn't Do'nt let them know that you have to go..... Don't let them know.... Don't.." She rocked a little bit faster. When Keturah and Meghna came and asked her, her bowels stirred in acceptance but her dignity wouldn't allow her. "What would they think??? What would they think if I went with them and then I....and then I.....right in front of them!!! No way!!" Shruthi saw Keturah nod her head politely and move away towards the bushes. Shruthi cursed them in her mind. Four and a half minutes later and the pressure in Shruthi's stomach reached painfully frightening levels. She was pulling on the grass with all her might to press her bottom deeper and deeper into the soil, and just barely managing to stem the inevitable flow. Her stomach felt heavy and alternated between intermitttent sharp pains and the much more common cramps. Shruthi could feel her bowels tightening inside of her, trying, no doubt, to expunge whatever it was. At the same time, Shruthi sat firmly, the soles of her feet hovering above the ground so that all of her body weight went to sealing the other end of the tightened tunnel. She could feel her stomach swell in protest as the cramps worsened and worsened ; never subsiding. All of a sudden in the midst of a cramp, she felt a tiny waver. A small but concentrated force escaped her clenched sphincter. She felt a slight dampness between her cheeks. This was it! "Oh My God!! I can't do this!! There's no way I can trek in this state, I don't even know if I can walk!! I need to go! I need to go NOW!!" Shruthi got up and looked around. She saw a small tree in the distance, not more than 100 metres away. She forced herself to get to her feet and begin walking, clenching her sphincter with all her might as she sweat profusely. As she stood up and began walking away, she felt victorious for a second. Relief was mere seconds away!! Suddenly, a voice from behind made her spin back. "Hey Shruthi, where are you going?", it was one of the guys (not me). Shruthi felt her sphincter waver and she replied hurridly in a trembling voice, "I'm just going to, I'm just going to.... to... to freshen up". She was trying with all her might not to cross her legs. She could feel all of our eyes on her. "Oh. It's not safe to go off alone. Could you wait for Keturah to get back? She could go with you." Shruthi's mind was racing. She didn't know what to say. Beads of perspiration dripped off of her forehead. Her bowels bulged, like over inflated balloons, willing to do anything for deflation. She felt her sphincter tremble, loosening for only a second, but that was more than enough. She felt the storm coming. Instinctively she crossed her legs, for just a second forgetting about everyone watching her. The vaccum like pressure on her rear exit lowered the pressure considerably. She almost sighed when she realized that she was standing their, with her legs tightly crossed, and everyone was watching her. "They knew. They knew. They knew..." Shruthi was incredibly embaressed. Any exit would have been welcome from the awkward situation she found herself trapped in. Anything. I caught on. I knew what I could do. I stood up, the bottle of water I'd been drinking still in my hands, and spoke, "Yo. Don't worry guys, I'll accompany her. We'll be back in a second" If this had been any other scenario, Shruthi would have been repulsed, maybe even angered! Regardless of her mood she would have most certainly declined my offer. But under the given circumstances, any exit was a welcome one and her misty eyes and forced smile showed acceptance of my offer. As I walked up to Shruthi she exhaled deeply, grateful that the situation had been resolved. As I approached her however, she began to feel the pressure growing in her lower stomach once again. She felt the tension and the subsequent load straining against the only exit, flimsily covered by her pink spotted white cotton panties. As I came closer and closer she began to panic "Open your legs come onnnnn!!! Uncross your legs damnit!! You can do it!! Just clenchhhhh andd...." At the exact moment that I reached Shruthi she uncrossed her legs, turned in the direction of the tree and started walking. 90 metres, she mentally estimated. I turned to her, greedy with the chance that I found myself in. "Are you okay", I kindly asked. Shruthi turned to me, panic in her eyes. We made eye contact. Her face was one of sheer desperation. Sweating profusely and waddling awkwardly, she was unable to even reply. Shruthi suddenly felt her defences wane. A sudden cramp latched itself onto her with surprise and brute force, smashing through the wall. She felt a little bit of pressure shoot out of her, dampening her cheeks even more. "Fuck!! Fuck!! It's happenning.... I'm .... I'm ...... fucking.... fuck!!!!" Shruthi knew that she couldn't hold it any longer. Even her leg cross would most likely fail her at this stage. The only thing she could do was run... run! As I looked deep into her eyes, she sprinted ahead of me at full speed, dashing towards the tree. 30 metres!! 20 metres!! I knew what was happenning and I also knew that I had plausible deniability in the event of a confrontation. As such, I sprinted along behind her. 10 metres!!! Shruthi turned the corner, dashing behind the tree. She yanked at her belt, fumbling in her efforts to unbuckle it. Every passing second a gassy crackle spurred her on. Her barrier had almost broken. There would be no more reasoning with her stomach. I ran, faster and faster, determined to get a glimpse of the action, however shitty (pun intended) it may be. After 4 murderous seconds, Shruthi's belt popped off. Without so much as unbuttoning her khakhis she yanked them and her cotton panties as far down as they would go. They were just a couple of inches below her ass as she fell into a squatting postion facing the tree. Her bowels erupted with liquidy splatters onto the soil. I ran around the tree just in time to see her, trying to pull her khaki shorts further down whilst squatting unevenly with her other hand on the tree for support. I saw her face for a split second, eyes almost closed in orgasmic relief. In the millisecond before I turned my back, I looked to the ass. Liquid tatti streamed out of it like a brown river of piss. There must have been something wrong with the food she ate, that or she had an upset stomach. A faltering gush of piss shot out of her, narrowly missing her shorts and appearing to take her by surprise. She was forced to hurriedly change her squat. With her left leg slightly less bend than her right, she was crouched at an uneven level as her bladder voided itself, strongly rushing out between her sweaty thighs as her bowels continued to leisurely relieve themselves, plopping watery logs, squirt after another after another after another onto a messy semi-liquid puddle. <To be continued>
  8. Hi once again everyone :) Today, I'll be sharing with you something that happened to my girlfriend a while back while at a movie. We had gone to see Gunday, a Hindi movie that had just been released about a week earlier. My girlfriend was extremely excited to go and see it, and I, not being bold enough to say no, resignedly accompanied her. I picked her up about an hour before the movie was to start. She looked absolutely radiant, in tight blue jeans and a white T-shirt, Shruthi looked like a model. I helped her into the car and we set off for the movie. Upon reaching the mall, I parked the car, opened her door, and we both headed upstairs to the top floor, on which the movie was showing. We got our tickets and entered the complex just as the movie was to begin. I told her to go ahead and watch as I brought the drinks. She nodded,and went inside the hall. I bought two large Mountain Dews and headed inside, giving one to her, and sitting down on her right. As soon as the lights dimmed, I placed a hand on her knee. To my delight, she made no move to remove it, acting as if nothing was happening. As the movie went on, I began to gently stroke her thigh, gradually moving my hand up and up, until it rested just over her crotch, near her pubic area. Reaching out her arm, she put one hand over my rapidly-hardening crotch, and began to lightly squeeze. This went on for some time, until, deciding she would rather watch the movie,Shruthi lifted her hand from my lap, and moved it back to her own. Not wanting to come off as weird,I instantly stopped what I was doing as well. Less than 5 minutes later, the Intermission came as the lights came on. She turned to me and said, "Hold on babe, I'll be right back, just gotta go to the washroom." By this point of time, I too was feeling the urge,having drank just under half of that gigantic cup of mountain dew. Telling her this, I stood up and walked out of the hall with her. We merged into the vast horde of other cinema-goers who were caught in such a situation, composedly trying to walk to the bathrooms, not displaying so much as a hint of desperation. After gently elbowing our way through the crowd, we reached the front of the horde, only to see an 'Out of Service, please use the Bathrooms on the ground floor", sign. I turned around and began leading Shruthi to the ground floor. We had to take the stairs as the escalators, as well as almost all the shops inside the mall, were shut down for the night. By the time we reached the ground floor, we had already been gone from the hall for about 10 minutes. After just 2 minutes of scouring the floor for the bathrooms, Shruthi suggested we head back and wait it out till the end of the movie. Not wanting to sound weird by expressing my ever-growing need, I nodded and headed back. The moment that we re-entered the hall, the movie was beginning. We quickly took our seats and continued to watch. Owing to the heat and my parched throat, I couldn't help but drink a little more, and then a little, and then, until eventually, my cup stood empty, and my bladder, uncomfortably full. I turned to Shruthi, observing her out of the corner of my eye. Her thighs were pressed closely together and she squirmed slightly in her seat. I reached out, pushing her cup gently, just to see how much remained. It fell over on to the ground, empty. Shruthi had drained it, consuming the full 2L that lay inside. I turned back to the movie screen, and thought to myself how lucky I was. Sure enough, within half an hour, Shruthi was far too visibly desperate. she kept bending over, placing her hands between her legs, and continually changing her seating position. Unfortunately, I myself wasn't much better off, squirming continuously to maintain control. Within 10 minutes, I was on the verge of losing it. I turned to her, about to tell her that I was going to go to the bathroom, when suddenly she turned to me and said, "Hey, um... Babe, I've actually really gotta go to the bathroom", she said with a cute giggle,"You don't mind do you?" I replied that I too actually had to go, and we got up from our seats and made our way to the exit. Upon exiting, I half walked, half ran down the stairs to the ground floor. Upon reaching however, I discovered that the staircase had been sealed off from the rest of the mall by an iron shutter, owing to it being far past closing time. I looked at Shruthi, seeing the same trepidation and fear that I felt, in her eyes. I was silent for a second, hoping that she would speak, putting an end to this awkward silence. "Well..", she said,trying far too hard not to sound desperate, "The movie wasn't all that good. Do you...maybe wanna go back to my place,and, you know.....", she trailed off seductively. Knowing full well that that wasn't the reason that she was so anxious to leave, I accepted and we got inside the car. I started the engine and we drove off. After about a minute or so, Shruthi's ordeal, worsened considerably by her sitting still, grew too bad to ignore. Turning to me she said, "Babe, please hurry up, it's really bad..." I told her I would, and floored the accelerator, myself just as desperate to reach a bathroom as her. We drove on for another 10 minutes as Shruthi rocked back and forth in the rider's seat,with one hand locked between her thighs. All of a sudden,a spurt escaped from the tip of my cock, dampening my boxers. Determined not to pee in front of my girlfriend, I pressed onward. Within 5 minutes, we pulled up outside my house. Shruthi leapt out of the car, and sprinted up the stairs to my house. I locked the car and followed suit. Upon reaching the floor on which my house was, I was greeted by the sight of Shruthi, bouncing around,alternating between legs, and gasping; "Open the door, seriously!!" While fumbling around with the keys, another spurt escaped into my boxers. At the same time, Shruthi let out a small gasp, probably owing to her ever-dampening panties. Finally the door opened. Neither of us caring to close the door behind us,we made a mad dash to the lone bathroom at the end of the hall, Shruthi already unbuttoning her jeans. I reached the bathroom first. Dashing in. I tore down my pants, pulled my dick out, and began peeing. Shruthi barged in behind me, saw me peeing, and began shouting at me in a teary voice while hopping from foot to foot. Feeling bad for her, I paused my stream and stepped to the side. No sooner had I done that, then Shruthi leapt onto the toilet, yanking her jeans and her panties down in a single deft motion,and sat on the seat, the sound of the pressurized stream hitting the basin filled my ears instantly, arousing me greatly. Somehow, I managed to control my bladder for just under a minute as she continued peeing. Finally, my bladder gave way, as I let loose the remaining reservoir of urine, filling my boxers and soaking my khaki pants. Shruthi just looked at me astonished, still urinating, and giggled in cute way. She wiped herself, stood up, and, without pulling her pants back up, embraced me, pressing her crotch against the warm,wet,hard surface of my crotch. Pulling me to the ground,she pulled off her crumpled up pants and damp purple panties from her ankles, and sat, legs on opposite sides, over my dick. She began to softly gyrate her hips, swaying back and forth. Needless to say, we proceeded to have amazingly MIND-BLOWING sex on the bathroom floor.
  9. Hi once again everyone! By popular demand (one person :P),I have decided to recount an experience that happened on the journey during a school field trip. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ The trip had been scheduled by our school about a month in advance and all of the students were, in fact, quite looking forward to it. The trip was to be to Wayanad, a small city in the southmost coastal state of Kerela. The distance between Tumkur (my home town at the time) and Wayanad, was not by any means small, being about 300 km away. The school had also planned to take us through Bandipur, a wildlife sanctuary on route. At this point of time, I was in 12th standard and was dating Shruthi. We both arrived early in the morning at the school, had a large cup of steaming hot coffee at a small shack nearby, and headed to the boarding point. Once there, we encountered a large number of students, the majority clad in salwa kameez, which, to non-indian readers, looks something like this. After waiting another 30 minutes, with no sign of the bus, we began to get irritable. A student next to me told me that he had asked a teacher who said that the bus was on the way and would be here within 5 minutes. Sure enough within a minute or two, the bus pulled in to the stop. Students rushed to get on it, attempting to get the coveted back seats, far from the prying eyes of teachers. Somehow, Shruthi and I managed to get seats on the very last row of the bus. Shruthi looked excited, as was I as the bus pulled out. The first couple hours went by without incident. Owing to the cold early morning air, most students were bundled up and deeply asleep, most quite intoxicated from the charas we had smoked earlier. (A rather primitive form of hand-made hash). I sat next to Shruthi, resting my hand on her thigh, as we proceeded with the journey. During this time, owing to the fact that the people on the seat next to us were good friends of hers and fast asleep, and the fact that the teachers were also fast asleep, I slipped my hand down her pant leg and began to gently rub. She reciprocated the action and this continued for quite some time. Finally, after about another 40 minutes, the bus pulled in at a Dhaba, (extremely cheap roadside restaurants), for students to quickly relieve themselves and get back on. Shruthi and I however, having been engaged in foreplay for the better part of an hour, needed relief of a different kind. :P Pulling my hand out of her pants and standing up, we both made our way to the front of the bus, in a hurried motion. The teachers, assuming us to be nothing more than desperate students, stood aside and let us pass. As it was by now only about 8:00 in the morning, the Dhaba was fully empty. I glanced around for a secluded place where we could conclude our business but found none. I was contemplating heading behind the Dhaba (a plan that was far too risky owing to the large number of teachers present), when suddenly, Shruthi grabbed my hand and began pulling me in the direction of the ladies restroom. Just to give an image to the non-Indian readers, the Dhaba looked quite a lot like this. . The female restroom exterior looked like this Once entering the Ladies section, the layout was something like this, extremely run down and in appalling condition. Regardless, Shruthi, pulling me by the hand let me quickly into the Ladies restroom, walked down the 'alley' and entered a stall somewhere in approximately the middle. This would not normally work anywhere in India, owing primarily to the extremely conservative attitude held by the majority of the locals. Also, the other ladies in the bathroom would notice and make a big scene if they saw a man enter. However, as the Dhaba was empty at that time of day, and we were the first people to get off the bus, the plan was executed seamlessly. Shruthi pulled me into the stall, almost gasping in anticipation, and slammed the door behind her, fumbling and finally managing to latch the rusty door. No sooner than the door was locked, Shruthi lifted up the topmost part of her salwa kameez, untied the string holding her pants in place, and guided my hand to her pubic area. Similarly, I unzipped my pants and let my junk hang. She began rapidly jerking me off as I was rubbing her soaking wet groin. At this moment however, the rest of the girls from the school bus entered the washroom, no doubt desperate after being cooped up for so long. One girl entered the stall next to us and another, the stall on the other side. As seen in the picture, the toilets have almost now boundary, above or below the small partition wall. Owing to this, the sounds of their relief were all to audible to Shruthi and I. One girl could be heard struggling with the latch in the stall on our left, unable to get the door to shut. The girl in the other stall, had entered but hadn't begun to go yet, probably because she was wearing jeans or taking care of some other business. The first girl could be heard desperately swearing at the lock when suddenly a hushed but still quite loud, "FUCK!!!", reached my ears from her cubicle. The clickety-clack of her shoes on the marble floor could be heard as she desperately tried to position herself around the hole in the ground. Sure enough within a matter of seconds she had pulled down her Salwa Kameez pant and was peeing, extremely forcibly into the toilet. The sound proved too much for me and, combined with Shruthi's incessant stroking, I shot my load all over Shruthi's arm. Shruthi herself came within the next minute, her muscles tensing and her eyes rolling back in her head as I stroked faster and faster, at an ever increasing pace. Upon completion, I zipped my pants back up and Shruthi tied her Salwa. We waited for a minute or so. The tell-tale sound of loud streams hitting basins from the stalls besides us, informed us that others were there and that we shouldn't go out, lest I be seen. Shruthi however, didn't quite understand this and whispered to me, "Yāvuvu Nīvu kāyuttide!? Horabaralu!", (What are you just standing there for? Get out) "Nānu sādhyavilla", (I can't), I replied, "Lēḍi Hege Hoduvagodi" (There are still ladies there) With that she switched over to English, lest one of the students in the adjourning stalls understand what we were saying. "Seriously, just go!", She said agitated, "Nobody's there, it's fine" I opened my mouth to respond but at that exact moment there was a loud knocking on the door. "Ap yadvātadvā!! Nānu mūtra visarjane, mūtra visarjane!!", cried the girl outside the door. (Hurry up! I have to go really bad, I will seriously lose it!) Shruthi looked at me, acknowledging my satisfactory smirk, and replied "Nirīkṣisi, mutra Atisara, Beḷigge Āhāra kaḷapeyāgittu". (I'm sorry but you'll have to wait. I have loose motions, the morning food was very bad) I could swear that I heard the girl outside moan a disappointed groan, but my primary focus was directed inwards. I began to notice that Shruthi had begun to look uncomfortable, more and more by the minute, from the time we had finished our romance in the stall. I suspected that she needed to pee, but didn't want to upset her by asking, (she was still extremely embarrassed about the incident that took place in her driveway). Also I was confused as, up until a minute back, she had been showing no sign at all of needing to go. Now however, as she stood above the toilet on the other end of the stall, crossing and uncrossing her legs, I began to think otherwise. After another 5 minutes, there was silence in the restroom, and no sooner than the silence crossed my mind, did Shruthi throw me out of the stall. As she was closing it however, her Nokia phone beeped. She pulled in out of her pocket, bent over, and read the message. "ನೀವು ಅಲ್ಲಿ, ಬಸ್ ಬಿಟ್ಟು!!" (Where are you guys, the bus is leaving!). No sooner had Shruthi read the message than she jumped out of the stall, told me to come, and sprinted towards the exit and the bus. We made it just as the bus was pulling out, hopping inside, and weaving our way between the seats to reach our seats in the back, that Shruthi's friend had managed to keep for us. The inside of the bus, the back-most seat looked exactly like this, just slightly less rundown. The moment we sat down, I could sense Shruthi's trepidation. "What's wrong, I asked??", speaking in English so as not to be understood. "I really really had to", she stopped and corrected herself, "have to, go to the bathroom". I was quite surprised that she had admitted to it in my first asking, the only logical explanation would be that her inhibitions were lessened by the residual effects of the charas. "Oh." I said, "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll pull over soon enough, you can just go then." Unfortunately, 20 minutes passed and there was no sign of the bus slowing down. We had, by now, crossed over into Bandipur, the wildlife reserve. At the entrance, security men put metal grills over all of the windows and instructed the teachers not to let anybody leave the bus for safety reasons. We were instructed to give the grills back at the exiting check-post. Shruthi sat quietly in the seat next to me, biting her lip, her legs firmly crossed. "Hey", I asked, "How come you didn't have to go up until we got into the restroom?" "Don't know really",she replied, "I think it was because of you know, the rubbing,", she said the last part in a hushed voice. "Well then, do you ummm, maybe want me to give it another shot?", I asked. She looked at me with disgust and angrily declined. I apologized and turned away. After about another 30 minutes however, she turned to me and whispered, "I really can't hold it! honestly, I think it's the coffee but,", she paused, "But I don't just have to pee anymore...", she whispered softly, no doubt embarrassed. "I really can't control it all! I feel like I'm going to explode", she said, looking as if she was on the verge of tears. "Do you think you could, you know, help me...", she whimpered, trailing off. Understanding, I nodded and slipped my hand under her pants and into her panties. She relaxed her muscles, and uncrossed her legs, allowing me to reach where I needed to easier. I could feel a large damp spot on the back of my hand, the side that the panties were touching, I looked at her and she looked away embarrassed and muttered, "I told you." About 2 minutes later however, as I was rubbing, the bus hit a pothole. Her brown thighs suddenly squeezed shut so tightly that I couldn't remove my hand. At the same time, she doubled over and gasped. Almost simultaneously, I felt a squirt of warm liquid on my hand. I quickly wrenched my hand free from the vice like grasp of her thighs. It wet with a combination of sweat, juices and well, you know. She looked away ashamed, as she rocked back and forth, a solitary tear rolling down her brown cheek. After that I didn't put my hand back in, leaving Shruthi to fend for herself. She alternated between holding herself between her thighs and, when the other urge struck, holding the edges of her seat and pulling herself down, increasing the pressure between her butt and the seat. Within 5 minutes however she was entirely unable to hold it. She whimpered to me in Kannada, "Idu baraliruva", (it's coming out). I could smell a soft smell of urine and I knew that an accident was imminent. Thinking quickly, I grabbed her by the arm, yanked her to her feet (this was met by a soft squeak), and pulled her to the front of the bus, where I told the teacher to stop the bus. The teacher responded by saying that the bus couln't be stopped in such an area as it was dangerous. I told her that it was an emergency and that Shruthi was ill. Disbelieving, the teacher told us both to go back to our seats. At this point however, Shruthi double over, clutching her stomach, as an indescribably unfeminine sound left her body. She whimpered,her voice interspersed with soft sobs and her voice just loud enough for the teacher to hear, "Avaru suḷḷu alla, Nānu anārōgya am, Ap Nānu anārōgya am.." (He's not lying, I have loose motions and I'm having an accident) : Note, this is just a rough translation, it does not actually sound nearly as crude or gross. The teachers eyes widened. She signaled the driver to halt the bus. As soon as the bus ground to a halt, I lept off the bus with Shruthi and began to sprint towards a tree by the side of the road. Gasping she moaned, "Nānu māḍalu sādhyavilla!! Kalmaśagaḷu Īgāgalē baruva" (I won't make it, it's already coming) Letting go of her hand, my eyes scoured the landscape for another spot but to no avail. I turned around to see Shruthi hobbling behind the bus. The moment that she was behind the bus, in a spot like this, on the road. She yanked down her Salwa Kameez bottoms and squatted, her ass, large,brown, and shapely, fully visible. Even as she was pulling down her pants I could see a trickle of liquid falling onto the pavement. The moment that her pants were fully down however, she was wetting with force. Other noises, terrible and disturbing, reached my ears as well, as her other need was satisfied. After about a minute, she asked me to pass her a napkin. Not having one, I had to go and ask the teacher. The teacher, after rummaging through her handbag for a minute, found a few scraps of paper which she handed to me. Walking behind the bus, I gave the paper scraps to Shruthi who quizzically looked back and forth between me and the small pile of paper scraps in her hand, squatting all the while, the fruits of her labor more than any I'd ever seen, still there right beneath her. Her stream must have been extremely strong as the small puddle of her urine looked more like a lake than a puddle. She asked me to turn around as she attempted to use what had been given to her. After about a minute, she slowly stood up, pulled up both her panties and her Salwa, and stiffly walked back onto the bus. Surprisingly, nobody knew anything of what had happened, most of the students seemed to think that she had been sitting in the front the entire time and, only afterwards, moved to the back. Others, her friend Priyanka in particular, were of the belief that Shruthi needed to piss very bad and stopped the bus for that. Not wanting them to know the full truth, Shruthi agreed with them and things went on as normal. Within another 15 minutes, the bus pulled in at another Dhaba, one outside of the wildlife enclosure. Shruthi walked towards the bathroom, cleaned up properly, and returned beaming, truly relieved. Note: Upon discussing the incident with Shruthi recently, she seems to attribute the entire incident, primarily her other urges and their severity, to the charas. She claims that that is why she has never touched the drug since. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading everyone. Any feedback or comments would be greatly appreciated. Once again, a call out to all Indian members, please recount your experiences, there's few enough of us on this site as it is.
  10. I had gone with my girlfriend Aankita and her sister Tanya to Madurai on a vacation type thing. In case you don't know, Madurai is a really really cheap and kind of undeveloped city. So yeah: then one day for dinner, as we were getting tired of the food being prepared by the cook in the house, we decided to go out in search of a place to eat. Aankita donned a kurti, and Tanya a long knee-length floral white skirt, ( can still remember too clearly :P) By the time we left it was around 8:30 and by the time we found a stall, a very run-down yet still plying stall, it was almost 9. We ordered 3 Chicken Kuththu Paratha and some buttermilk. The entire thing came up to only 60 rupees! Having finished we returned back, and somewhere along the halfway mark back to the house, it hit us (me at least). It started as a slight pain in the lower abdomen, sort of like a cramp, but coupled with nausea and really strong ures for the bathroom. Aankita was still acting relatively normal but Tanya was visibly affected, trying to walk as quickly as possible, all the mean while keeping her sphincter clenched tightly and her ass clenched. When we finally reached the room, Aankita, showing visible signs of desperation, ignored our pleas, and ran into the indian style commode and shut the door. As by this point of time it was around 10, 10:30, there was nobody awake nearby for us to ask for a toilet. So, for almost 20 minutes Tanya and I paced around the room, we didn't really make eye contact or talk; both really embarrassed as neither of us knew the other that well. We tried a countless number of times to get Aankita out of the bathroom but to no avail, the tatti splatter in the toilet bowl, and the sound of her vomiting,was all that we got back. Eventually, we both (Tanya and I), had accidents. As I was wearing light blue jeans, nothing was that visible, (although it was still pretty noticeable as she noticed and actually told me not to worry). Tanya on the other end, as she was wearing a skirt, suffered the brunt. When she lost it, I could hear, smell, and see her facial expressions slowly change to those of shock, as a thin brown line of liquid ran down one leg. We both hobbled around awkwardly and when the toilet finally opened I dashed in, anxious for my girlfriend not to see me like this. The bathroom was disgusting and stank. Tanya was banging on the door pretty much the majority of the time I was in there. In conclusion, though it was really unpleasant and humiliating at the time, the sightings remain greatly appreciable ! :)
  11. Warning: Contains pooping... Just a warning Akansha’s alarm went off at 5:00 in the morning. She moaned groggily, and turned on her side, rolling herself into a sitting position. No sooner did she pick up her phone and check the messages, than she saw that Karthik and Radhika were already at the lake waiting for her. And Rebecca was on her way! Shit!! In a frenzy, Akansha jumped out of bed. She switched on the light, threw on a pair of jeans over the panties she’d slept in, tossed a T-shirt over her head and dashed out of the door. This lake plan had been made almost a week in advance. Not far from their houses was a beautiful large and for the most part uninhabited lake. The plan was to go there incredibly early in the morning ,have a refreshing walk, a soothing joint, and watch the sunrise in all its glory. Akansha left the house, boarded an early-morning bus, and checked her watch again. Fuck! It was already 5:30. In the distant expanses of the sky she could see the first rays of sunrise beginning to illuminate the horizon. She sat quietly, put her headphones into her ears and hoped the bus would reach there soon. ______________ Meanwhile, over at the lake, Karthik and his girlfriend Radhika had already reached the bus stop and were no trekking the 2 km hike over a set of hills that led to the lake. “What is this yaar!!” , Radhika whined as she plodded up along the winding dirt track. “This is soooo faaaarr…” Karthik looked back, amusement and irritation plastered in equal arts on his face. “Come on now”, he implored, “The worst is done….we’re almost there..” Radhika whined something or the other but Karthik was too far ahead to make sense of any of it. However, he quite clearly heard her whine the word bladder. Karthik dismissed it with a casual shrug of his shoulders and kept walking. Finally, after another 5 minutes of trekking, Karthik and Radhika finally crossed the final ridge. The full lake, shining magnificently blue was clearly visible. It was dazzling in the orange reflection of the sky. Karthik stood abreast the ridge, his tall muscular frame silhouetted by the rising sun: he looked magnificent. Radhika stumbled her way up, panting and gasping for breath. Panting and covered in sweat, Radhika implored, “Please… Let’s just sit down for a bit.” Karthik replied, “But we’re only 10 minutes away from the lake. We’re almost there, don’t you want to make it?” Radhika nodded ,still panting, “But just sit here for a minute or two no? Let me catch my breath?” Karthik realized he couldn’t convince her otherwise and sat next to her. Karthik was too busy staring at the beautiful lake that he failed to notice Radhika’s writhing legs or her clenched fist. He failed to notice the swelling lake in Radhika. ________________________ Rebecca’s morning had started very badly. At 4:30 this morning, while the lights were still off and the sun was sleeping, Rebecca had been awoken by a cramp in her stomach. She was forced to jump out of bed and dash to the bathroom, tearing down her boxer shorts to plop herself down on the cold porcelain lid of the toilet just as a wave of spluttering liquid excrement spewed out of her and into the polished basin. Rebecca groaned and clutched her stomach. It must have been that Golgappa that she’d eaten last night! Why, Why the fuck had she eaten that Golgappa!? And so, the next hour was spent like this. For small intervals of time Rebecca had felt better. She would clean herself up, pull her boxer shorts up and stumble back into her bed. However, Mere minutes later she’d be woken by a resurgence of the same cramps and be forced to dash into the bathroom once more, starting the cycle all over. By 5:30 however, Rebecca was feeling considerably better. She’d been in bed for almost half an hour, and the nausea and cramps were gone: it seemed, for good. She rose to the beeping of her alarm and deemed herself fit enough to make the journey to the lake. She rose groggily and wiggled her way into a pair of skin tight blue denim Levi jeans. She managed to pull them up to her upper thighs, but no higher; her striped purple panties obstructed her. Rebecca wriggle out of her jeans, took off her panties (throwing them behind the door), and pulled her jeans back up, completely naked underneath. She zipped them tight, fastened the button and took off in a taxi towards the lake. Meanwhile, Karthik and Radhika sat utterly motionless on the ridge, staring out at the morning sunrise. Karthik moved closer and put his arm around Radhika. He noticed that she was tense and wiggling, but he paid it no heed. Instead he drew her in closer, and closer, and kissed her on the lips. Radhika had been badly in need of a pee for quite some time now, but she wasn’t quite sure how to bring this up to her boyfriend Karthik. They’d been dating for only about a month and she was still afraid that something as ‘taboo’ as this may be deemed ‘gross’ by Karthik… and that would be incredibly embarrassing. Rather, she had chosen to remain quiet. As Karthik pulled her into his gaze and planted his lips on hers, she was overcome by his kiss. Oh his kiss! It robbed her of reality and all of her mundane concerns. All she could feel was his lips against her, gently massaging her and easing her as his hand pulsated between her legs. She couldn’t escape it! There was nothing she could bring herself to do or say that would cause him to let go of her as his body slowly weaved against hers. Karthik slipped his hand down the front of Radhika’s loose elastic sport shorts and deftly made its way into her panties. Karthik discovered a creamy gooey paradise. With the skill of a neurosurgeon and the knowledge of a gynaecologist, Karthik located the clit and began to weave wave after wave of pleasure onto it. Radhika was tight of breath. She could feel him rubbing her most private of privates, her holy of holies. And she loved it. Despite the throbbing warnings from her bladder, Radhika just couldn’t stop him. As he pulled down her shorts and lay her down on the crunching grass, she couldn’t, or rather didn’t want to stop him. Karthik laid down next to her and guided her to come on top of him. Radhika noticed that her pants were down, bundled near his feet, and his large throbbing manhood glowed in the morning light, highlighted by the thick clump of hair that adorned its base. Karthik guided her into a squat over him, his soaking genitals mere inches from hers. Karthik looked at her and she felt her bladder throb once more. Karthik let go of Radhika and almost instinctively, she began to lower herself onto him. As his large hard penis brushed the dripping space between her thighs, she was racked with excruciating waves of mind blowing pleasure. She eased herself down slowly as his strong pulsating dick rose inside of her. Radhika threw her head back in ecstacy. Karthik was a part of her! She felt her heart throb with joy and her woman-parts throb with pleasure. All of a sudden her bladder throbbed in revolt. Radhika’s eyes widened in shock as a small spurt of urine shot out of her and splattered Karthik’s shirt. Radhika was mortified. Luckily Karthik was too enraptured in pleasure, his eyes closed and his fists clenched, to notice. Radhika felt her bladder rearing up again and she knew that she had to get off, now! She needed to pee too bad! She just couldn’t control it. “Karthik…”, she moaned, her voice no louder than a whisper, “Karthik… I … I really need to pee…. I just cant….control it…” Karthik was seconds away from shooting his load. As Radhika was speaking he felt his orgasm rising up in his dick. He was cumming! Subsequently, when Radhika tried to extricate herself from him, so she could run into the bushes and pee, he pulled her back down onto him. This was the last straw for Radhika’s bladder. Her urethra tensed once or twice, as she tried to hold back the dam, but there was never any chance. Her bladder had been neglected for too long. With an agonized cry, the contents of Radhika’s bladder squirted out of the hairy mauve patch between her legs, splattering violently onto Karthik’s stomach as he ejaculated all over her. As Karthik finished cumming, Radhika rolled over him, piss still gushing out of her, and squatted mere feet from Karthik. Her yellow piss pattered furiously into the muddy ground beneath her, leaving puddles. _______________________________________________________ Akansha had reached the foot of the hill at the same time Rebecca had. Rebecca was halfway up the hill, Akansha by her side, when a rumble in her stomach reminded her of the Golgappa, and shattered her fragile belief that her diarrhoea dangers were done. Rebecca felt her bowels tense angrily and she knew from the experience this morning, that such an urge could not be overcome, merely delayed, and that too for a minute max. Rebecca turned to Akansha and asked awkwardly, “Hey, do you think you could just wait a minute…. I just.. .really need to use..use the bathroom.”, her cheeks blushed red. Akansha awkwardly nodded her head and Rebecca ran behind the bushes. She frantically unbuttoned her jeans, tore them down and fell into a squat as diarrhoea erupted from her shapely backside. She hugged her knees and breathed deeply as she covered the forest floor in her liquid shit. Akansha awkwardly remained standing on the dirt path nearby as Rebecca’s bowels loudly evacuated themselves onto the forest floor. A minute or so of awkward squatting ensued for Rebecca as she finished up and was forced to search for some fresh leaves with which to ‘clean up’. Soon enough a triumphant Rebecca emerged from the bushes. However, Akansha was far less impressed. As Rebecca had been hunched up behind the bushes, Akansha (my girlfriend at the time) had been texting me. Akansha: Hey Me: Hey! What’s up? Akansha: Nothing much, came on this stupid trip to the lake. You know, that far off one in Mahlapur? Me: Yeah. That’s really far! How come you went all the way there? I know how lazy you are. There’s no way you’d travel that far unless it was for a really good reason. So? What is it? Akansha: Well, Rebecca came for one. I’ve been dying to meet her, it’s been ages. Me: Oh! That’s great! Say hi to her from me too if you can? Have you met her yet? What are they doing now? Akansha: Ummm well, Rebecca’s freshening up right now… I’m not too sure about Radhika. Me: Freshening up? What does that mean? Aren’t you guys at a lake? Akansha: Yeah but…. You know….. stuff Me: Hmmm… I get it.. Akansha: Do you? Do you really?? Me: I think I do Akansha: Tell me then. Me: Ummm… Is she pissing behind a bush or something? :P Akansha: Oh My God! :P How did you guess that :P Close enough :P XD Me: “Close”. Oh my God! Don’t tell me!! Is she….?? Akansha: Yep. Been feeling sick since morning it seems. Me: Damn… Well. How are you feeling? Akansha: Okay yaar. Just need to pee a little bit. Me: Hmm….. Will you be okay? Akansha: Yeah Yeah! You know me! When have I ever not been okay? Me: Hyderabad, for one. Akansha: Oh come on! That’s not fair, apart from that? Me: None really come to mind. Well then, hope it all goes well :P Akansha: It will, see you soon. The lake after that was essentially uneventful. Akansha’s bladder, merely uncomfortable when she chatted with me, grew worse and fuller as the day progressed. As the day wore on, she began to be desperate enough to consider looking for alternated sources of relief (mainly squatting behind a particularly lush bush). However, as Akansha’s luck would have it, the group spotted a porta-potty in the distance. Radhika’s urge had been satisfied after that embarrassing post-coital piss in front of Karthik, but Rebecca’s stomach was still plaguing her. Both Rebecca and Akansha set off for the bathroom in the distance. As they approached, Akansha couldn’t help but notice the look of acute distress on Rebecca’s face. Rebecca was sweating and waddling like a duck; it was obvious she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. Regardless of how much Akansha liked Rebecca, Akansha wasn’t about to give up her bathroom for anyone! Akansha sprinted ahead of Rebecca, entered the porta-potty and slammed the door, bolting it firmly and beginning to remove her jeans. It was only at this point that she noticed the toilet was an Indian-style one. Akansha has a great aversion towards Indian-style loos and finds them disgusting. On this occasion however, Akansha tore her jeans down with her panties till her calves, and squatted closely over the toilet as she released the contents of her strained bladder. Upon completing her piss, Akansha pulled up her pants and left the stall, expecting to find a very desperate Rebecca. To her surprise however, Rebecca was gone. Vanished. Suddenly Akansha heard a loud splatter of semi-liquid on dried leaves followed by a spluttering fart. Akansha laughed thinking of Rebecca. The girl had shit once in the forests already today; why not a second time?
  12. Ranganath

    female Shruthi

    Hi everyone! As those of you who have read my stories before would know, Shruthi was my girlfriend for a long time. We broke up a while back on a mutual basis. Rather than letting them fade away to the recesses of my mind, I have decided to write down a couple of the best experiences, Omorashi related, that I witnessed or was told about by her while we were dating. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ THE FIRST TIME (discovering the fetish, happened in 9th grade) So basically I had gone to a friend's house one day to make out with my girlfriend as neither of us could go to each other's houses. The friend's house was available as his parents were out. Anyway, we went to his house and had a couple of beers ( we all drank back then) and Shruthi and I went off into a room and started fooling around. About half an hour later the bell rang. A panicked friend shooed us into the main hall bathroom (the only one not in his parent's room) to hide. Unfortunately, it was his parents. They were good friends with Shruthi's parents and would most definitely have told her parents had they seen her coming out of the bathroom with a strange boy. About 20 minutes in and some whispered conversation later she justified her continuous squirming and frantic listening to the door, citing her desperation. I felt a weird kind of stirring inside me, deep in my stomach. I had no idea that I was turned on, I just encouraged her to hold it and hugged her and we kept talking. I'm not really sure of how long it was but quite some time later, she awkwardly whispered to me that she wouldn't be able to hold it and that she was going to go. She made me turn around in the cramped bathroom and face the wall. She lifted her kurti and began to untie her salwa. I'm still unsure of why I did it, but it seemed logical at the time. I didn't want her to use the commode. I asked her to just hang on and wait. Probably embarrassed she paced around the room for another 10 minutes, silently. She turned to me and told me that she needed to go and that she was going. She made me turn around as she began to hastily pull down her salwa and squat over the commode. The splatter of release pulled my trigger, literally. It was the first time ( as it still is to this day). I suddenly convulsed, hearing the forceful splashing behind me, and gasped in indescribable pleasure as I uncontrollably shot my load into the tight denim fabric of my jeans.
  13. Disclaimer: This is not my story or my film. This is based on a short film available on You Tube. I haven't posted the link or the name here, as I don't want them to get the video taken down. I've just created a story out of the film. I do NOT approve of the film or the abduction of women. I really don't want to get penalized for this post, so if there are any problems, please contact me and I'll take it down. I thought I'd share this because it's some of the best Indian content I've seen in years. Hope you enjoy it. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sukanya Reddy gasped with desperation. She had been tied to a chair in this dark unlit dungeon for what seemed like days. Her stomach grumbled incessantly at the brutal lack of toilet breaks provided. Sukanya was on the verge of tears. She had to go, and she had absolutely no idea what was going on. Her kidnappers had provided her with no information whatsoever. She had told them that she was the daughter of MLA Reddy in an attempt to scare them. However, they just laughed. Sukanya had never been so frightened. None of the kidnappers touched her inappropriately or made any passes at her. They fed her well.... almost too well. In her first hour there, they had fed her a plate of upma at gunpoint. Despite initially refusing, when they pulled a gun on her, she relented and allowed them to feed her the upma. A few hours later they brought a large cup of steaming hot chai. Sukanya could tell from the smell that it was from Charminar, her favorite place. Her kidnappers ordered her to drink it, and she had no choice but to relent and sip the chai till it was done. Through the hours that followed, Sukanya's captors fed her a large plate of chicken biriyani. As all of the meals were well spaced out, eating the food was no difficulty on Sukanya's part. Not having a place to relieve herself was. More snacks followed: A plate of chats, orange juice, rotis, and ice cream. Almost another day passed, and Sukanya remained tied up on the chair. Her stomach protested violently. She felt it gurgling as the growing pressure in her bowels found no escape route. She groaned and squirmed in her seat, determined not to soil her jeans in front of her captors. When her kidnappers came next Sukanya shouted, "My belly is bursting! Please! Let me use the bathroom." The kidnappers said nothing. They gave her a small white tablet. When Sukanya (obviously) refused to take it, they told her that if she just swallowed the pill they'd release her. Sukanya, with no choice left, swallowed the pill and tensed her bowels as the kidnapper untied her. Unfortunately, rather than leading her to the nearest bathroom, they loaded her into a car and drove into the heart of the city. In the middle of the commercial city, the car pulled over. Sukanya was dropped off and her captors sped away. Just like that, it was done. She was free. However, freedom was the last thing on Sukanya's mind. She needed to find a toilet. And now. Already she could feel her bowels striving to spew out the remains of the meals of the past few days. Her pressure was rapidly increasing - a fact that she attributed to the mysterious pill she'd been given. Sukanya raced from shop to shop, only to be turned away. There seemed to be not toilets at all! Finally, Sukanya approached a woman in a sari at a bus stop. With a grimace on her face, she asked where the nearest bathroom was. The lady told her that is was at least 10 km away. Sukanya gasped! With the effects of that pill growing stronger by the minute, there's no way she could wait till then. A sudden wave of pressure caught Sukanya off guard and she had to cross her legs to keep the tidal wave of liquid shit held back. The sari clad woman at the bus stop eyed her oddly, but Sukanya turned around and walked off. Running into a restaurant, she dashed to the toilet, only to find it locked. Sukanya ran, fighting the pressure that beset her at every step. After a minute of runnning, she found herself on a quiet road, surrounded by forests. There didn't seem to be anyone around. Sukanya dashed behind the nearest tree, and began to undo her jeans. No sooner had she got her jeans and her pink panties out of the way, a small gush of shit gushed out of her shapely brown ass, splattering the dry and crunchy brown leaves. Less than a millisecond later, a man walked up behind the tree, catching Sukanya literally with her pants down. She instantly yanked both her jeans and her underwear back up over her unwashed buttocks and her sweaty groin, and ran away, in search of a bathroom. Sukanya ran as she began to weep. She could feel a wet damp patch of a disgusting nature in the back of her panties. She could feel her sphincter failing with each step. She could feel that this was the beginning of the end. She entered a residential neighbourhood at the end of her rope. Seeing an empty car, she dashed behind it and attempted to pull down her jeans. No sooner had she fallen into a squat though, the engine revved and the car ran off. Sukanya yanked her jeans back up and wept, as she felt her panties grow ever more soiled. She fell to the ground and wept. At that point, a little girl came running up to Sukanya, a phone in her outstretched hand. Sukanya took the phone and heard the voice of her kidnappers. They gave her directions to a washroom nearby. Sukanya followed the directions and dashed into the specified house. Ignoring the kidnappers who sat in the living room, Sukanya ran straight for the bathroom, opening the door and slamming it shut behind her. She tore down her jeans and her soiled panties, sitting on the toilet a split second before a tsunami burst out of her shapely brown ass, splattering the toilet beneath her. As a river of shit poured out of her, Sukanya breathe deeply and inspected her panties. Ruined. Completely. They were soiled beyond repair. She gingerly slid her shapely brown legs out of them and left them in a small cupboard behind the toilet. At least this way she had something the police could indite these criminals for. As her bowels finished emptying themselves, she washed herself with the spray, stood up, cleaned her jeans the best she could, flushed the over-used toilet (easier said than done) and emerged angrily to confront her kidnappers. She (Telegu Short Film).mp4
  14. Hey everyone. This experience took place quite a long time back, yet I'm posting it here as a couple of people have asked for it and I have received a few messages inquiring as well. So without further ado, here it is ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ This story happened about a year or so back. I had been dating Shruthi for about 7 months at the time but following a couple of disagreements, we had chosen to take a break of sorts. We ended up getting back together within a month, but that didn't stop me from making the most out of my time as a free man. Mangalore is a coastal city, not too far from Bangalore, a thriving and happening hub. It's referred to as the Pub City of India owing to it's reputation for partying and alcohol. Following my separation with Shruthi, I called up my friend Ambarish and we planned a weekend trip to Bangalore. The following weekend, we caught a train and went to Bangalore, reaching in just under 6 hours. We were unable to find a hotel in the heart of the city so I booked a room for a night in a hotel on the outskirts. Ambarish, being short on money, opted to stay the night with a relative in Basavangudi, a part of the old city. I went to my hotel,and he went to his house, we got ready, and met up at 9:00 in the evening on Brigade Road; well known for clubbing and cheap alcohol. We started off by having a couple drinks at a bar called Wyt (pronounced white) that a friend recommended. If any of you are going to Bangalore by any chance this place is a MUST. 100 rupees will get you four 60mL shots of any alcohol. By the way, 100 rupees is 1.2 dollars approximately or 1 pound !!! So, back to the story. We got pretty wasted and then moved on to the clubs further down the street. We attempted, unsuccessfully, to enter a couple of clubs that required us to pay an 'entry fee'. Finally we found a place called Fusion near the middle of the road, and, noticing the absence of a bouncer, made our way inside. The music was loud, the air was thick with the stench of smoke, the darkness was impenetrable except by the random flashes of stroboscopic light. We drank a bit more, partook of some mind altering substances in the dimly lit bathroom (not encouraging), and made our way onto the dance floor. After dancing for a couple of moments, I noticed a girl repeatedly looking my way. Whenever the lights flashed I would glance in her direction and would see her glancing in mine. I smiled at her and she smile back. Fueled by the potent cocktail of alcohol, Ecstasy, and a raging sex drive, I moon-walked (still a thing in India :P) over to her. We danced together for a while. Eventually, encouraged no doubt by the dim lights and the loud music, we began to come closer and closer, till we were practically grinding on each others sweaty bodies. She raised one arm up towards the ceiling and wrapped it around my neck, pulling me in towards her. After a couple of minutes of this, I gestured her to some to the bar with me. She obliged. At the bar, I noticed Ambarish had found himself a girl as well. He was sitting on a bar stool and nodding his head in a clueless fashion, no doubt pretending to hear the words from her mouth that were drowned in the turbulently loud sea of Bollywood music. Through many awkward gestures, I convinced him and the girls to come outside. Once we stepped outside, Ambarish suggested that we hit another bar. In my messed-up state of mind, this really seemed like the best thing to do. It was now around 1:30 and we headed to a bar called Harry's, near Fusion. The ambience in that bar was far more relaxed. Soft music was playing and we sat down with the girls and ordered a pitcher of beer. We started talking to each other and introduced ourselves. Her name was Shweta and she was working in an IT company nearby. she didn't look exceptionally good but was cute. I don't believe this picture is of her, as she was not that tall and was a bit darker, but it has a striking resemblance. I haven't bothered changing her name as there are literally thousands of people called Shweta in Bangalore. :P Strangely, probably owing to my intoxicated state of mind, I failed to finds out the name of the girl that Ambarish was with. After another 2 pitchers and a round of overpriced shots for the road, we set out to head back to our places. As Basavanagudi is on the way to Hennur, where my hotel was situated, we decided we'd share a ride. Stumbling out onto the main road, we drunkenly flagged down a passing auto rikshaw, which, to non-asians looks like: albeit a lot less clean and well maintained . We crammed into the auto, which was only equipped to hold 3 people, and set off. I sat next to Shweta and Ambarish's girl sat on his lap making out with him. Eventually, bored, turned on, and drunk, Shweta and I resorted to the same. 20 minutes passed and we were still just leaving the Central district in which Brigade road was located. I began to notice a stiffness in Shweta, physically. She seemed tensed, uptight. I asked her if all was okay but she just nodded, flicked her hair back, and smiled, then leaned back in towards me. After another 10 minutes, the suspension-deprived auto hit a deep pothole and Shweta squeaked, pulling away from me. In my inebriated condition, I thought nothing of it, and leaned back in and continued kissing. 20 minutes later and we were no longer making out. I sat on one side, staring out of the auto, and Shweta sat next to me, her skinny jean clad legs folded, looking determinedly ahead. She leaned over to the girl on Ambarish's lap, who was still ardently and passionately making out with him and who had one of his hands down her unbuttoned pants and whispered something. The girl on the lap moaned as Ambarish's arm muscles contracted, fondling her with greater intensity, and giggled; saying loudly: " Chill Maadi, sub teek ho jayega. Mujhe Bhee toilet chaiye", then giggled again and went back to Ambarish. {Don't worry , I also need the toilet - in a REALLY colloquial slanged mix of hindhi english and kannada} Shweta sat back on the seat, embarrassed that I now knew her predicament. I reached out and put a hand on her thigh and she smiled. Within another 10 minutes we pulled up outside of Ambarish's place. Ambarish stumbled out of the auto, the girl followed suite, both still passionately intertwined, threw a 500 rupee note in the auto and bid us off. As the auto began to take off, Shweta, panicking, leaned out of the auto and said in a quiet shout, " Main aapke sath aatha sakthee? Mujhe bahut zaroor toilet chaiy.." {Can I come with you inside? I really badly need the toile...} But it was to no avail, for they had already left as had the auto, leaving Shweta embarrassed yet again. I patted her on the back, thinking it wiser than saying anything, and we continued on our drive. Within the next 10 minutes, an icy silence permeated the auto. While Shweta wasn't mad, it was all too clear how uncomfortable she was. She perched her denim ass on the edge of the auto seat and rocked back and forth, albeit very little, still trying her hardest to hide her desperation from me. Her legs were folded tightly and she looked out at the serene city outside, juxtaposing the crisis in her bladder. 15 minutes later and she turned to me and asked me if there were any toilets nearby. I apologized and said that I was not from the city. She tried to ask the auto driver but didn't know sufficient kannada and failed to make him understand. We were now on the city outskirts, a sort of forest between the main city and the suburbs, when suddenly, a small hut with pale blue painting ( a tell tale sign for a public toilet) caught Shweta's eye. "Rukho, rukho. bus uncle bus", she shouted. { stop -basically } Before the auto had even come to a complete halt she leapt from it and darted towards the stalls. She held the handle to the ladies room and pulled. It was locked. (really not a big surprise. Most toilets in India are locked after dark) Further showing her desperation she went to the men's bathroom and pulled the door. It swung open. She dashed inside only to return rather crestfallen a minute later. She sat in the auto and said "Bhai jaldi chalo" {Go quickly - to the auto driver} As the auto darted away down the empty streets, I couldn't resist asking her what happened. "Shweta..", she turned to face me "Kya Houa??" {What happened}, she looked down again embarrassed. "Voh bathroom mai..", she trailed off and sobbed {In that bathroom} "Voh bathroom mai sirf urinal tha..", she continued. {In that bathroom there were only urinals} I patted her back and kissed her neck, tasting the all too tangible sweat pouring off her skin. 5 minutes later, following a seemingly all too long bout of silent rocking on the seat and a deeper than normal pothole hit by the auto she screamed "Rukho, rokho!!!" {stop}. The auto slowed and she jumped out onto the road before it had even fully halted. "OY! Kya hua? Kahaan tu jaa rahe hai?" {where are you going? What happenned?} I said. "Mujhe.. Mujhe toilet chaiye", she sobbed, "Abhi!! Abhi!! Mujhe chaiye!!" {I need a toilet, now!} I looked at her, standing in front of the auto crossing and uncrossing her legs, bouncing up and down,and said: "Yahaan mai toilet nahi hai. Rukho, sirf dus minute rukho, aur hum mera ghar mai hoenge." {Wait for 10 minutes, we'll reach my house} She sobbed softly, trying to hide it, and said tearfully yet calmly; "Main rr...rrukh nahi saktha. Thoda...", she paused, hesitant, "Thoda aaya hai, adhika aaegaa hai..." {I can't wait. A little.. A little has come, more will come} ""Yahaan mai toilet nahi hai", I reiterated, although genuinely feeling sorry for her, "Baito" {There's no toilets here. Come, sit} She helplessly agreed and sat beside me in the auto. As I got back into the auto, my hand touched the surface of the leather seat she was sitting on. It was wet, be it with sweat or other bodily excretions, I still don't know. She got back into the auto and I held her hand tightly, she squeezed tighter. We carried on for 5 minutes. Shweta's rocking subsided and I thought all was fine. The majority of the pothole ridden stretch was over and we found ourselves on a massive 4 lane flyover. She turned to me and asked me how much longer. I lied and said about 5 minutes. The answer was painful, yet seemingly satisfactory to her. Unfortunately, 10 minutes later and we were still not at the hotel. Shweta was breathing in short anxious breaths, her legs crossing and uncrossing, only to be shaken around, about once every minute. She rocked back and forth on the seat, inhaling slowly and exhaling forcefully, channeling all of her energy to the fortification of her bladder. The tears had subsided and now she just looked adamant. With no prior warning, a large speed bump rolled underneath our fragile auto, sending us bouncing on our seats. Shweta's eyes widened and she shouted instantly; "Bus! bus! Rukho!! Aa rahe, abhi aa rahe", she gasped. {Stop, it's coming!!} A small hiss reached my ears as she continued to yell at the driver to stop whilst simultaneously fumbling around with the buttons on her rapidly filling jeans. By this I could tell that this time there was no turning back for her. It was happening. Finally, about 5 seconds later, when the auto stopped, she was having a pretty much full accident. She jumped out, and tore down her already unbuttoned jeans and crouched right where she landed on the pavement. She was in a full squat, her patchy discolored blue panties suspended between her knees above her jeans as she squatted, ass mere inches above the ground, and released the torrential pent up stream of urine from her trembling lips. Her piss flew out in a straight steady and concentrated stream, splattering against the ground. Urine still dripped from the soaked jeans bunched around her ankles. The moment her panties were removed, the fragrant smell of sex and strong urine reached my nose. The frantic and violent HISS of her steamy piss hitting the tar drove me crazy. I reached out and shone the flashlight from my phone on the portion of the seat on which she had sat. There was literally small drops and one larger puddle on the water-proof leather seat. I placed my hand in it. It was still hot. Almost a minute later, Shweta finished relieving herself, and reluctantly shook her ass twice, to rid any excessive liquid, crawled back into her wet jeans,and awkwardly sat back in the auto. We didn't speak at all till we reached the hotel. I paid the auto, checked into the room, and went upstairs. I went to the bathroom took a much needed piss, and lay down on the bed while Shweta went into the bathroom. Owing to the incident, I wasn't expecting to get any action. Surprisingly however, 2 minutes later, Shweta emerged from the bathroom, wearing only her T-shirt and soaked panties. She jumped onto the bed, straddled me passionately, and began to kiss me while gently grinding the wet fabric of her underwear against my rapidly hardening crotch. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you enjoyed it. PS: Don't know why I'm including this, just though it ought to be mentioned. After sex I actually asked Shweta as to whether or not she was into pee related activities at all. She vehemently denied it and claimed to be repulsed by such things. Do you think that was true and she was just really turned on? Or was her being turned on influenced even slightly by the events of the auto? Ladies, do you feel that even NOT having a pee fetish, the feeling of relief after a long hold is a turn on? Please leave comments, answers, and suggestions in the comments below.
  15. Hi once again everyone. Just wanted to bring this scene from Bollywood to the attention of the community, especially the Indian enthusiasts. Its called Zanjeer, and was released in 2013 ( not Amitabh Bachchan's one from 1971) In it, there's a scene in the relative beginning of the film, of Priyanka Chopra, having drank copious amounts of alcohol at a wedding, desperate to pee in the taxi ride home. (Sorry, this thing cut half way through typing :P) Anyway, please check it out: And I can't stress enough how deeply appreciated it would be if other Indian community members posted here with other desperation scenes ( omorashi or laxative) from Bollywood. Thanks everyone
  16. Hello once again guys. This is a short story about an experience that I had quite some time back. I've been thinking a lot about it recently so I decided to post it. Hope you enjoy it. So there was this girl I'd just met, Anushka. I'd met her at a mad party on M.G. Road. We danced together for hours and it ended with me getting her number. We met a couple of times, and, seeing how much we liked each other, we decided to get into a relationship less than 2 weeks after meeting. One Wednesday I got a call from her asking if I was up for meeting her parents. I was caught off guard but agreed. She booked tickets for a Hindi movie on Saturday. However, a crisis came up regarding her work and she was forced to make a short trip to Chennai. The plane tickets were booked by her company and she reassured me that the plane would reach 2 hours before the movie. She said that she'd easily make it on time. Saturday came and I went to the mall where I was to meet her. There were people, scores of them, thronging the brightly lit air-conditioned mall around me. A familiar face in a Lifestyle store caught my eye. "Anushka!", I shouted, raising my hand. She instantly noticed me and smiling, ran over to give me a hug. She wore a simple thin white T-shirt with pencil blue jeans. Dark blue. She looked absolutely stunning. "Come! Meet my parents!!", she said excitedly. I followed her, adjusting my collar and combing my hair back. Her parents were traditional but extremely friendly. Her father was a tall dominating fellow, about 6 foot 3. He smiled and politely shook my hand. Her mother wore a traditional saree and greated me with folded palms. We set off towards the movie hall, which was on the 5th and topmost floor. On the way up, Anushka turned to her mother and asked: "Ma, koi pani hai kya? (Mom, do we have any water)" Her mother briefly opened her handbags and, after searching for 10 seconds or so replied with a no. "Aah. I'm so thirsty yaar!", Anushka moaned comically. We entered the cinema hall and as her parents took their seats, Anushka and I went to collect some snacks. I picked up a small coffee and was surprised when I saw Anushka. She had a 1L cup of pepsi in one hand and a large tub of popcorn in the other. I looked at her astonished. "Wha..aat", she said, between mouthfulls of popcorn, "I'm really hungry!" I laughed and we entered the movie hall. We took the seats next to her parents and sat down just as the movie started. Throughout the movie Anushka could be heard loudly slurping from her Pepsi cup through that giant straw. The movie proceeded and it was not bad, but not good either. There was a good guy and a bad guy. A fair deal of dancing and a lot of romance. Most noticibly however, there was a scene in which the heroine (Parineeti Chopra) wets herself after being left locked in a room. :P Apart from that it was shitty as ever. (Check it out, the movie name is Hasee Toh Phasee ) As the intermission sign scrolled across the scene and the lights turned on, I followed Anushka's parents and Anushka outside, presumably to the restroom. As we exited, her parents were walking in the direction of the bathrooms but Anushka was walking in the opposite direction. I walked up to her and asked, "Baby, where are you going?", she turned around. "To the counter. My drinks empty yaar!!", she said, shaking her empty pepsi cup sadly. I laughed and went to the washroom. Strange as it may seem, I still had no idea what a sighting I was in for. I returned to a filling cinema hall, Anushka's parents, and a gleeful Anushka: holding another giant cup of pepsi and another large tub of popcorn. I rolled my eyes laughingly and watched the second half of the movie. Nothing great happened. It droned on and on and out on a dancing number. I stood up, as we all walked towards the exit. We were all heading downstairs towards the car when Anushka shouted, "Papa, Mujhe ke liye rukho na? Mai bathroom ko jaaungi." (can you wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom and come) Her dad looked somewhat irritated by this. He scolded her for a few seconds after which she refused to go. Out of stubborness she refused to go even once her dad stopped and apologized. Somewhat angrily she walked past us down the stairs and towards the parking lot. Her dad shrugged at me hopelessly. We entered the car, and after a noisy gruelling 10 minutes ... we made it out of the parking lot and onto the main road. At this time of night there were barely any vehicles and her dad sped down the road. It was now that I noticed the first signs of Anushka's predicament. Her legs were crossed and she was continuously shuffling. But more interestingly, she was sweating noticeably. Sure enough, within half an hour, as she rocked over repeatedly and moaned, she turned to me and said, "Hey, can I come back to your place??". I instantly agreed. Thus, at the next fork in the road, a trembling Anushka turned to her dad and stiffly spoke, "Papa. Bus, yahaan mujhko chor do." (Stop, leave me here). Her dad willingly pulled over, waved us goodbye and apologized one last time for his behaviour. Anushka ignored him and walked off. I ran up behind her one the car had taken off and tapped her on her back, "Hey, everything okay?" "Yeah babe", she quickly replied, not sounding okay in the slightest. "What's wrong, need to go to the bathroom??", I added jokingly, prodding her. She looked up at me defensively, from her long thin body in the clinging white T-shirt. She quickly averted her eyes, looked down and whispered "Haan..." (yes) Despite knowing this, I was caught off guard. It was at least half an hour from here by auto. I wasn't sure she would make it if it was indeed as bad as it seemed. I turned to her and lowering my voice, spoke softly, "Baby, um...how bad do you need to go... It's quite a long distance from here to my place.....If you're not able to...." She shook her head softly. It was only now that I got a proper glimpse of her face. Her eyes appeared to be brimming with tears. Her lips were inextricably pursed tightly. As she noticed me looking at her she lowered her head once again and shook her head as she whispered.. "I can....I can... It's okay..." Pausing for a sharp breath, "It's okay.." I looked at her and for once, felt more pitiful than aroused. Maybe it was just the level of attraction that I felt for her but I genuinely felt bad for her. I wanted to help her. I stretched out my hand, put it gently on her heaving shoulder and whispered, "Anushka, baby, don't do this to yourself. I'm not blind. I can see that you're in pain..... and I don't think you'll make it. There's a bunch of bushes over there under the flyover, if you want I can stand guard while....." Her back heaved in a gasping sob. She bent over a little and held her stomach with one hand. "I don't ... I don't just have to pee. I can't ... I can't..", she sobbed, " sh..shit under the flyover...just take me home quickly please..." I instantly understood what was going on. I flagged the first auto I saw and it set off towards the house. Anushka sat silently next to me, holding her stomach and looking out the window as she occasionally rocked back and forth. I took advantage of the situation and began inquiring about her predicament. She shrugged me off at first but after an awkward silence of 2 minutes, she responded to my question. "Well, I took a piss in the plane before it landed...." I cut her off, " That's not what I'm talking about...." She paused for a moment or so, took a breath and composedly replied, "Before I left for Chennai, so ... Wednesday?" "And you haven't gone since," I replied aghast. "No.", she gave a smirk. "It's no big deal, I've held it longer.", "Really", I smirked, " I'd like to see you hold it another hour." Her joking expression melted away quickly. She angrily replied, "This isn't normal baby, it's all that Pepsi.....and that popcorn....Aaaahh" A fart crackled through the air and we fell into silence. It was so loud that the auto driver turned around for a second and checked. I was almost about to laugh when I saw Anushka's face. She was spasmodically trying to purse her lips but her cheeks were trembling with suppressed tears. I quickly erased the smile from my face and put a hand on her back. She looked up at me, her kajol smudged with tears as she quietly whimpered, "I'm not going to make it. Stop the auto...Stop the auto...." I put a hand over her back and silenced her, telling her she could and that it was okay. I began to smell a bad smell, akin to that of a garbage dump. She bent over once again and I continued rubbing her back. My rising dick pressed against my trousers, begging for relief. I firmly rubbed it, pressing down on it with all my might, pushing waves of pleasure through my denim jeans. Anushka was sitting right here next to me, messing herself. As the auto neared my house, I drew a 100 rupee note and flung it at the autodriver, as Anushka, my throbbing dick and I rushed out towards the house. As I stood at the gate, fumbling with my keys, Anushka doubled over again and the smell hit me. In the cold night air, it was very noticeable. I couldn't resist a squeeze. Turning slightly away from Anushka I squeezed my bulging package slightly. As I turned back however, I noticed her making full eye contact with me. She was very annoyed but said, "Can't you wait till you're inside to start jacking off!?? I'm fucking messing myself!!" Anushka knew all about my fetishes. I had rubbed myself off in front of her once or twice as she peed. It had never, though, been anything like this, a situation of genuine desperation. She also would masterbate in front of me occasionally, mostly though, as I squatted taking my morning shit, but that's another story :P Startled by Anushka's urgency I wrenched open the door lock and rushed inside, slamming the door behind me and sliding out of my jeans. I grabbed my damp throbbing tool and squeezed it, rubbing it up and down frantically. Anushka jumped into the house and made a beeline to the bathroom. She flung open the door to my indian-style washroom and ran in. Anushka made a run for thee small white porcelain hole in the ground. I rushed in behind her. I stood on the expanse of floor opposite the toilet. I was less than 3 feet away from a desperate Anushka, struggling frantically to remove her tight jeans. With a pop the button came rolling out onto the floor. Both of us were too close to relief to care. I rubbed myself faster and harder as Anushka deftly yanked her jeans and her pink cotton panties down to just above her knee. As the jeans came racing down I swear I saw a rivuet of piss and a fist-sized brown mass shooting towards the toilet bowl. She squatted within a millisecond of pulling down her jeans. She squatted with her light brown ass over the hole in the basin, away from me. Her moist swollen pussy lips, decorated with a landing-strip hair cut were in full view as they shot a pressurized river of yellow piss into the basin loudly. From the gap between her pussy and the bottom of the bowl I could see lump after lump of her shit being dropped around the tiny hole. The splashing sound of her piss filled my ears. The smell of fresh shit mingled with damp pussies and ammonia filled my nose. I was about to come. I inadvertently looked at the stretched cotton panties pulled to their limit between her thighs. In the center there was a dark patch, presumably from some leakage. On the back however, my suspicions were confirmed. Her spotted pink panties had a small mass of shit, about half the size of a finger, lodged onto them. It dangled between her thighs as she sighed and shat her aching bowels into the basin. With that I came, shooting my load all over the bathroom floor. As my fervent jerking subsided, so did Anushka's stream. She opened her eyes, and looked at me with a sheepish half smile. This joy instantly faded away as she saw the finger smudge in her panties. "FUCCKK!!, Mata Chod!" (motherfucker!!)
  17. Hi once again Everyone! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Today I will recount an encounter that I witnessed after school one day back in 12th grade. At this point of time, I was dating Shruthi, as I still am. This incident however, happened to a classmate of mine called Deepthi. Just to provide an image for the reader, Deepthi was a 5'6", skinny, dark-skinned girl. Coming from a very rich and upper-class family, she was quite snobbish and discriminatory. She used to attend school wearing jeans and a T-shirt, the uniform wasn't mandatory in the ending months of 12th standard, unlike the rest of the saree or Salwa Kameez wearing girls. The story begins when, at the end of the day, I was heading out of the school to catch the bus home. On the bottom floor as I was heading out, I noticed Deepthi, standing out as much as ever, in the long queue outside of the female restroom. I continued on out, entered and sat in the bus, when I noticed a missing book, one that I had probably left in class. I lept out of my seat, and quickly walked back inside to class when I again noticed Deepthi, standing in queue. Her friend Keturah approached her and spoke; "Hey Deepthi,", Deepthi spun around,"You should really get going, the buses will be leaving any time now.", Keturah said. "I know,", replied Deepthi, "But well...Prakr̥ti karegaḷannu!,", she said sheepishly with a small smile. (nature calls). Keturah smile understandingly, bid Deepthi goodbye, and left the building, catching her bus. I sprinted up to my classroom, retrieved the book, and just as I was leaving the building, our bus driver began to honk angrily. I turned to Deepthi and told her that we had to go now, that the bus was leaving. She turned around, face an unadulterated expression of dismay, gave the bathroom door one last longing sigh, and turned away, headed to the bus. I climbed into the bus with her, feeling the anger of the teachers upon us for holding them up. As everyone else was seated, one pair of seats was left at the back, so Deepthi and I took our seats next to each other. Deepthi, opting for the window seat, climbed in first and sat down, firmly folding her denim blue jean clad right leg over the other. Within a minute, I knew that Deepthi's plight was serious. Upon our bus driving over a small bump, Deepthi winced visibly and bend forward, hands tightly folded, and slim caramel elbows pressing tightly and not at all visibly, against her crotch. After a couple of minutes, she began slowly rocking back and forth. Deepthi's stop actually lay after mine. Having always gotten of the bus at my stop, I had no clue as to how much further she lived. Deepthi and I were not actually close friends, rather, we actually didn't really get along that well, myself preferring to socialize with people of my own economic status and personalities. After about 10 minutes of travel, I looked up at her face and saw her desperately biting her lower lip, a worried expression on her face. Another pothole in the road resulted in a squeak and both of her hand clenched, deeply between her thighs. She was clearly on the verge, struggling immensely. The next stop that came, on the bus route, was in front of a shopping complex cum mall. Deepthi, seeing this, almost panting, asked me to move aside. I did so and she sidled out past me, and made a beeline to the front of the bus, in an attempt to get off. The teacher however, was not one to be easily fooled. Deepthi's desperation was not met with sympathy but rather, a sharp and piercing, "OY! Nīvu elli hōguva? Nim'ma Gamyasthāna Mundina!", (Hey! Where are you going? Your stop is later), is a rough translation. Deepthi, speaking in hushed tones, obviously trying her hardest to keep her predicament hidden from the rest of the students, tried to explain her situation to the teacher, but was met with a stern warning against any such nonsense in the future, further reprimand, and a harsh, "Kulithu!", (now sit down). All hope lost, Deepthi gingerly returned to my seat, thighs visibly pressed together. She took her seat silently, not speaking so much as a word, all concentration obviously being diverted towards prevention of a humiliating wetting in front of the entire bus. Within another 5 minutes, the bus had reached my stop, I stood up, slung my bag over my shoulder and made for the exit, when I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around to see Deepthi, not in any means her usual self, softly whimpering and crying. She spoke softly between quiet sobs; "Nānu barabahudu, dayaviṭṭu?" (please, can I come?). Her predicament was by now so visible that no other words need be spoken. While this may seem rather astonishing to some people it is not so. Foreign readers, people who probably feel that India is a very conservative country, one in which the women would never speak of their need to relieve themselves, especially to a male, would be quite right, but only partially so. In normal cases, where the need is not too urgent, nothing on the subject is spoken. When the need is extremely bad however, women will do just about anything to avoid having an accident. Given the fact that in India, public urination for men at least, is a commonly accepted fact, people will, for the most part, turn a blind eye to a desperate woman squatting in an alleyway. A couple of times in the past, desperate ladies and aunties have asked me as to where the facilities were located, but this was something different. I was particularly taken aback owing to Deepthi's personality. She was from a very rich family and would never contemplate doing anything even close to that embarrassing. I paused for a moment, nodded a yes, and headed to the exit. The teacher, who's stop was next,was searching for her bag underneath the seat,allowing Deepthi to leave without being sighted. We exited the bus and made for the apartment complex in which I stayed, Deepthi trying her best not to run in front of me, trying to retain her dignity. We entered the elevator, pressed the button for the 13th floor, (this was my house in Tumkur, a flat in a massive residential apartment complex), and entered. The lack of movement, visibly worsened Deepthi's condition. She was bent over, her ass pressed against the elevator wall, and a hand between her tight denim clad legs. When the lift reached the 6th floor, there was a loud 'switching' noise of sorts, followed by the lights in the elevator going off, followed immediately by the lift falling for a few feet, then jerking back to normal as the fail-safe activated. I was not concerned as, in my apartment, along with most others in Indian, powercuts are common, and so obviously result in occasionally problems such as these. As I live in an apartment complex though, the power cuts are nothing but a small delay between the disconnection of the main supply, and the time taken to initiate the generator, normally just under 20 seconds. Around the 10 second mark, I heard a sob emanate form Deepthi's corner. I asked if she was okay but was met with nothing more than a soft sob. A strange smell began to fill the elevator, just as the lights came back on and the power was restored. I looked at Deepthi and instantly saw that not all was okay. She was in the corner of the elevator near the door, her butt pressed against the handlebar in the elevator, and one hand on her pubic area as she stood, bent over. The most striking feature was however, the slowly growing pool of liquid beneath her. As is protocol by the elevator program, following a breakdown, the elevator automatically stops at the next immediate floor. The elevator ran for a second of two, as Deepthi continued to sob, and, as soon as the lift door opened, Deepthi sprinted out of it, hand held over her butt, as if to prevent me from seeing something. As she left, running out in front of me, I noticed the dark blue wet patches all over the back of her jeans. Not just this, but her flow was actually so strong that, in the back of the crotch region, I could actually see rivulets of urine flowing from her, down along the crevices of the jeans. I stepped out of the lift, to see where she was going. She was still running down the corridor, hand over her backside. I walked behind her, noticing the almost unbroken wet stream on the tiled floor. Finally, upon reaching the end of the corridor, she darted into the stairwell. Though I was pretty sure as to what she was doing, I wasn't sure until, a split second after she ran behind the wall, a forceful splattering sound, akin to that of a powerful stream, reached my ears, loud as it is. I stood their for a moment or two, then headed back to the elevator, opened it and stood inside, holding the doors open in anticipation of her return. All of a sudden, a loud and angry voice cut through the air; "ĒNU HEL IVE NIVU MADUVA!! Heṇṇunāyi allal, soole magne!!" (long string of Kannada insults, the gist being: What the hell are you doing, you uneducated daughter of cock-sucking bastards), please bear in mind that this sounds a lot more badass when spoken properly in Kannada :P No sooner, had these words been spoken, that I saw Deepthi hobbling out of the stairwell, struggling to pull up her skinny jeans, which had proved to be too skinny :) . Her tight brown ass and her curly pubes were fully visible for 2-3 seconds, as she sprinted down the hall towards me, pulling up her pants with both hands. The moment she entered the lift, I shut the doors and sent it to the ground floor. Deepthi looked at me, embarrassed as hell, her face still wrought with genuine trepidation, as she quickly looked away. I allowed myself the luxury of taking one final glance at the back of her pants, still wet with piss, dark blue spots remaining as testament to what had happened. Upon reaching the ground floor, I bid her farewell, and she in turn, waved, gave me a sheepishly embarrassed smile, turned around and left. I felt bad for Deepthi, knowing that she'd have to find a way to return home in those wet pants, and worse still, she would have to return home, to her parents, clad in clingy wet denims. This tiny sense of concern and pity vanished instantly when, the next morning at school, she showed up, her regular bitchy discriminatory self, acting as if nothing had happened. Deciding against unnecessarily making things between us worse, I withheld this information and, to this day, have told no one. That is, till now at least ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks once again to everyone for reading. Any tips or advice would be greatly welcomed. Before I leave however, I have one request to make of you. To all of the Indians on this website, please narrate your personal experiences or any witnessed by you. Regardless of the way the event happened, please don't refrain from posting, as in doing so, you will help to contribute to the multitude of Indian desperation lovers. Also, I'm not entirely sure where to post this, but would it, by any chance be possible, to upload some Indian desperation videos. I'm sure there are quite a few online but I am having some trouble finding them. If anybody has some, from their personal collection, please upload :). In particular, there are quite a few Indian videos from Clips4Sale. If anyone has an Indian Video of their's, please go ahead and post it . Goodbye!!
  18. Hey Everyone :) So, this actually happened just a while back, and it was so perfect, I felt I had to share it, hope you enjoy. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ The incident took place on a train journey from Cochin to Hyderabad. I was accompanied by my school friend Neha and my new girlfriend Sakshi (Shruthi and I broke have broke up recently, after gradually drifting apart). The journey was about 18 hours by train. In fact; when I asked Sakshi about booking the tickets, she seemed really hesitant to take the train. Upon asking she cited the uncleanliness of the bathrooms and the fact that she had never used a train bathroom in her life. I found the second statement quite hard to believe, so I jokingly asked her about it. She maintained her story and insisted that though she'd been on plenty of trains in her life, she had never once set foot in the bathroom. Anyway, eventually she agreed and the tickets were booked. The train was scheduled to leave at 6 in the morning.By 5, Sakshi and I were waiting on the platform, sipping some tea. We finished and I rose to get another. I turned to Sakshi and asked her but she shook her head with a smile and said, "The train..remember.." I nodded and fetched myself another tea. By 5:50 Neha entered the station, just before the train arrived. She greeted us and we all hopped inside the train, found our designated berths and settled in for the long ride. I couldn't help but notice an extremely uncomfortable look on Neha's face, throughout the first few hours of the train ride. In addition to this, Neha kept pulling Sakshi aside and whispering about something, before leaving the compartment. After the 4th time this happened, I waited for Neha to leave the compartment, then turned to Sakshi and asked what happened. "Oh, nothing really, she's just feeling a little under the weather..." "Really, that all?", I replied. Sakshi, whom I still haven't told about my fetishes, turned to me and whispered again, rather irritably, "She's eaten something bad; she was borrowing toilet paper." The unexpectedly detailed response threw me off guard for a moment. I nodded solemnly and apologized for asking, leaning back into my seat. Sure enough, 10 minutes later, Neha returned, looking really awful. I told her she should get rest. She agreed and lay down on her cot and went to sleep, leaving me sitting with Sakshi. 4 hours went by as we talked listened to music, and even made out for a bit. Despite her initial aversion to drinking anything, I noticed that over the last few hours she had been drinking, quite a lot, probably as a result of the sweltering heat. After another hour, I began to notice her salwa clad ass squirming slightly as I rested my hands on it as we kissed. This was one of the best make out sessions of my LIFE, knowing just how desperate Sakshi must be and simultaneously, her reluctance to tell me or go to the bathroom. Despite these signs of desperation, Sakshi said nothing about it until the train suddenly halted. She, with me, lurched forward, but as soon as we were back to normal, a hand shot between her legs. Unintentionally, my eye followed her hand and by the time I noticed and turned to look away, she had noticed me. "Neha, how bad were the train toilets," Sakshi asked. Neha just looked up from her book and with a frown, gave a slow shake of the head. "Fuck..." I heard Sakshi mutter from under her breath. "Is everything okay?", I nervously asked her. "Yeah..... Well no, I... I really have to use the bathroom...", She said softly. "Oh..", I responded, and put an arm around her shoulder, "Don't worry, you can wait, I'm sure", I said, though I doubted that myself. Sure enough as time went by, her need only seemed to worsen. She would freeze up suddenly and hold her self and try to distract me by pointing elsewhere. I began to feel a strange familiar feeling in my stomach, I hoped that I was mistaken but alas, I was right: I had to take a shit. I tried to stay perfectly still, legs pressed tightly together, but the need didn't subside. I didn't tell Sakshi anything, as we continued to make out, until suddenly a wave hit me and I had to sit straight upright, Sakshi looked at me and asked me if I was okay, "Not really, I'm not actually er.. feeling too well.." I replied. "Oh, what's wrong? Do you have a headache?", Sakshi asked, now rocking back and forth. "Um no.. I'm actually like, 'Neha' not feeling well...", I trailed off, embarrassed; for some reason that seemed like the best way to put it at the time. "Oh...", said Sakshi, instantly getting it. We talked lightly for another half an hour, as both our needs got more severe. Suddenly, Sakshi asked me, "Do you umm... do you think you'll make it?" I was taken aback. I had only been dating Sakshi for a week, I was surprised that she was this open. "Yea, I think so....", I trailed off, "What about you...", I asked a now sweating Sakshi, grinding her crotch into the fabric of the seat. "Um.. I'm not actually so sure, it's really bad, I think.." Suddenly the train lurched and Sakshi gasped a bit too loud, causing Neha to spin and look at her, "I think I'll just go...", she continued, as she hastily got up, and waddled out of the cabin. Another wave of desperation hit me, nearly breaking through my defenses. Knowing I couldn't wait either, I got up and headed to the bathroom, only to be met in the aisle way by a visibly distraught Sakshi. "The toilets are out right now, they're being cleaned or something...", She mumbled. "No," I almost shouted. I was turned on no doubt by Sakshi's desperation, but even more anxious of my own need. I sidled behind her, back to the bathroom door, where I patiently waited behind her, observing her trembling ass, for the toilet. I noticed a slowly growing patch on the back of Sakshi's salwa. Suddenly a wave for which I was unprepared hit me, breaking through my defenses. "Sakshi", I gasped, "Can I please go first, its.....its...", I was interrupted by Sakshi's voice, "Sure it's fine....", she said, with an incredulously strained voice, then gasped suddenly, doubling over and squishing both her hands between her thighs. I noticed the patch grow slightly. "Hey, are you O..", I stopped as the toilet door opened and I bolted inside, slammed the door, and squatted. The toilet, like all other Indian train toilets, looked like: Within a minute, a banging on the toilet door reached my ears; on what seemed like the verge of tears, Sakshi said softly, "Please..... Please hurry, I can't...just can't", she broke down. "Just open the door, OPEN the door", she began to shout. My task about half completed, I just barely managed to clench my sphincter muscled tightly and stop the process. I wiped and stood up, only then did I notice the abnormally large and disgusting pile I had left in the squat basin. I frantically pressed the flush but to no avail. The only other source of water was the tap. I tried to fill the scoop in the corner of the bathroom with the trickling tap but it seemed as if it would take ages. "Sakshi I....I can't.....uh, I can't flush the toilet," I said red-faced and softly, "Can you hold on just a minute.." The gaps between the banging on the door grew longer and longer till suddenly I heard Sakshi's voice, "I...I lost it.....I.. I'm going....right now....c..can't stop..." Sakshi whimpered. It was something to do with the way she said it; she wasn't panicked or worried or excited, the way that she said it was resigned and rather informative. I flung open the door, and stood, if only for a second, face to face, with a full-on wetting Sakshi. Her tightly crossed Indian clad legs were dripping slowly with liquid. The patch from her crotch had become a puddle. She dashed past me, into the stall, and slammed the door. Immediately, I could hear the frantic patter of pent up urine on the thin steel floor,as she tore off her pants. This loud splatter changed after a few seconds to the gentle yet immensely powerful hiss of her piss hitting the porcelain bowl. I looked down at the puddle in which I was standing. It was quite large, both my shoes were in it, and it had a faint yellow tinge. 30 seconds later, and Sakshi was still emptying herself with violent force. After another 30 seconds or so, the stream subsided and gradually halted. A minute later, Sakshi opened the door, smiled at me, gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, and walked back to the berths. I went inside the stall to survey the damage. It was everywhere, literally everywhere, the entire floor of the small steel toilet stall was covered in small drops and pools of light yellow liquid. I looked at the toilet bowl and was surprised that there was nothing in the basin any more. I looked at the sink and saw the same scoop still sitting there, still slowly gathering liquid drop by drop. As a result I deduced that Sakshi hadn't flushed the toilet before or after she had used it, the jet of her piss had been strong enough to push what was left of my task into the drain. For some reason I was quite turned on by this fact. I continued to survey the stall and a flash of bright pink caught my eye, tucked behind the toilet pipe. I reached for it and gingerly, drew out a pair of soaked pink panties, Sakshi's panties, I recognized them from when we were making out before. They were still warm, almost hot, with urine. This added catalyst proved too much for me to handle. I frantically yanked down my jeans and, standing over the toilet basin, Sakshi's soaked smelling panties in one hand and my unbelievably hard dick in the other, and rubbed for just under a minute before shooting my load into the toilet basin. Gently gasping, I adjusted my pants, putting them back on, and inspected the panties. They were soaked almost everywhere, with the exception of a few areas near the waist band, and there was a small brown patch, not a full accident, but certainly enough to smell, in the back. Is that (partial loss of sphincter control while desperate to pee) a common occurrence with women, or would that mean that Sakshi was struggling with another need as well?? Please let me know in the comments and thanks you for reading this :P __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ This story was actually written some time back but I had forgotten to put it on the site :P Within the next two days I will most likely be writing another story on one of the following experiences, please let me know, which you would like in the comments: - One experience, from quite some time back, in which me and my ex had drunk sex, while both quite desperate - A long distance drive I went on with my ex-girlfriend's sister once, and ensuing desperation before I picked up my ex - Wedding desperation, a couple of sightings and an intense bout of desperation by my sister on a wedding - Finally; if a bit of mess is what you wanted then I've got a story for you! One of the last incidents to happen with Shruthi before we broke up, also happened to be one of the hottest. This involves me,Shruthi, her roommates in the PG, an occupied toilet, and a balcony :P Please leave your answers in the comments below :) Thanks you
  19. Hi there everyone! Today I'll be taking any requests that you might have for a male desperation video. I'm not sure if this is the correct forum to post it in; please tell me if it's not. I'll remove it. Anyway, if you want a particular male desperation video, just tell me the details of what you want (from what I should wear, to how long it should be, to how I finally go), and let me know. I'll only be doing this for today, so please let me know at the earliest :) Nothing is off limits :)
  20. Hi once again everyone . Today I'm gonna recount one of the most erotic and deeply arousing incidents that I have ever been privileged enough to witness. This took place in my second year of ISE, (equivalent to 12th grade or A-levels). By this point of time, I was dating Shruthi and had been doing so for about 5 months. Our school, based in Tumkur, Karnataka, was far from being a posh and upper class one. While it appeared to be an extremely well maintained and functional institute from the outside, the truth was far from that. The members of the school administration staff were experts at cost cutting and never missed an opportunity to cut corners. As our school was situated in the very heart of the city, space was quite a problem. Our campus was just big enough for a single building, and thus, there was no room for a football field or a cricket pitch. In order for the school to justify the exorbitant rates they were charging us, they needed to be able to show that they were providing the children with some form of physical education. Thus, on every Friday, they used to take all of the students to a nearby park called Kuvempu Nagar Park, at the end of the day. The story begins around lunch time, when I was sitting with my girlfriend Shruthi in the cafeteria on the top floor of the building eating lunch. The lunch provided on this particular day was an extremely spicy palak curry with chapathi (Spinach curry and flat bread). Owing to the insanely spicy food and the excruciating heat, I noticed a large amount of students, including my girlfriend, downing glass after glass of water. After the lunch hour got over and we were on our way back to class, she excused herself to go to the washroom. As I also felt a twinge in my bladder, I told her that I would accompany her. Owing to the unparalleled cost-cutting techniques employed by our school, only one set of bathrooms had been placed in the entire building. These, however, were not your average school bathrooms with 8+ individual stalls inside of a long bathroom. These bathrooms were comparable to the ones you may find in fast food restaurants, consisting of a small sink with a mirror and 2 stalls inside, each fitted with Indian style (squat) toilets. As a result of there being only 2 stalls to serve over 140 girls, there was inevitably a lot of desperation, but that's a story for another day. Upon reaching the ground floor of the building, I was taken aback by the incredulously long line of both boys and girls waiting outside of their respective bathrooms. Shruthi however, probably needing to go a bit more than I, walked over to the line of girls and stood in the back. At this point though, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for us to return to class. Shruthi, looking disappointed, stepped out of the line and began to walk up the stairs with me, fearing the repercussions of being late to class (our teachers were more than a little sadistic). Upon reaching class, I sat down opposite to Shruthi in the back row and waited for the teacher to enter. About 20 minutes into the class I could notice Shruthi crossing and uncrossing her legs and occasionally pressing down hard on her crotch with the palm of her hand, crumpling her blue skirt. By this point Shruthi was visibly desperate, rocking back and forth ever so softly in her seat with her fists clenched tightly by her side. I tore a small piece of paper from the back page of my notebook and scribbled on it: "Are you Okay?" I passed the chit to her. She took it, scanned over it with her eyes, turned back to me and with an unmistakable look of trepidation in her eyes shook her head. Unable to do any more, lest our teacher catch us talking, I sat quietly and waited for the class to end. Finally, after another 40 minutes, the bell sounded. We, along with the rest of our class, jumped to our feet, only to be put back into our seats by the earth shaking bellow of our teacher Mr. Rao "OY!", he shouted, his voice thick with indignation, "Just where do you think you're going? This class is over when I SAY it's over!" Shruthi, looking truly worried by now, sat back down in her seat, brown thighs pressed tightly together underneath her pale blue skirt. Mr. Rao continued his rant, peppered with sundry abuses and expletives until finally another teacher came in and informed the class that the buses were leaving for the park and that they had to leave NOW. Shruthi jumped out of her seat and practically ran down the stairs. The moment she reached the ground floor she turned towards the bathroom only to see a yellow triangular sign erected on the floor bearing the words "DO NOT ENTER, CLEANING IN PROGRESS" On the verge of tears, Shruthi turned away and half ran half walked towards the bus, with me behind her. We walked to the back of the bus and took our seats. I glanced down at Shruthi's lap. Her legs were tightly crossed with one hand in between her thighs, her upper body slowly rocking back and forth, her other hand tightly holding mine. Genuinely concerned for her at this point, I turned to her and asked: "Hey baby, do you think you'll be okay till we reach?", to which she replied, "I really don't know", she whimpered, "I can't remember having to go this badly.." "Hey, Don't worry, there'll definitely be a bathroom in the park, you can go then", I reassured her. After an excruciating 20 minute drive over pothole riddled roads, we finally reached the park and got off the bus. "It's really bad babe...", she moaned in her thick Kannadiga accent,"Help me find a bathroom...NOW!". With that we set off looking around the park for a bathroom (The park is quite large). Shruthi was practically sprinting and I was having trouble keeping up. Finally a building labelled ಟಾಯ್ಲೆಟ್ (toilet) caught my eye. "Over there!", I shouted, pointing to the building, Shruthi's head jerked around and, seeing the sign, sprinted towards it. I jogged behind her, barely being able to keep up. As we reached the building however Shruthi's face dropped as she saw a large padlock clamped over the door handle. This was honestly not too surprising to me. Most parks, as well as eateries, recreational centers etc. in India, only have bathrooms in namesake. If they were to keep the bathrooms open, many of the people dwelling in the slums or less developed neighborhoods nearby who do not have toilets of their own, would come and use theirs. This would result in needing to hire a maid to keep the toilet clean and up to standards. Following the philosophy that a rupee saved is a rupee earned, most of these places keep their toilets bolted at all times, saving themselves money and allowing them to boast having a bathroom (Which is quite a useful thing to be able to say that you have in India) Shruthi let out a loud sob and shook feverishly on the handle, legs crossed tightly, but to no avail. "Baby.."she whimpered between sobs,"Let's leave the park and go back to my place, my house is in Sadashivanagar, it's less than a minute from here." Knowing that there was no other option, I agreed and we headed towards the park exit. Unfortunately, just as we were nearing the exit, a teacher spotted us and shouted "HEY! Nīvu alli hōguva?!" (where are you going) "Sar.", she said desperately, "Nānu bātrūm baḷasalu agatyavide, Nānu ūṭada nantara idu hiḍuvaḷi māḍalāgide!" (I need to go to the bathroom urgently, I've been holding it since lunch!) The teacher didn't seem to care saying, "Hintirugi bāyi muccu" (Shut up and go back inside). All of a sudden Shruthi let out a squeak and one hand shot between her thighs, and she whimpered: "Sar please, Idu baraliruva!!", (Please sir, I can't control!!) Not wanting to have a legal action taken against him, the teacher said "Daṇḍa ṭāyleṭ bēga bandu, hurry." (Fine, use toilet quickly and come) No sooner had the words left his mouth than Shruthi sprinted past him and out of the park gate with me close behind her. In under a minute we reached her house. Fumbling, she undid the latch of the main gate and dashed inside. I noticed a small wet spot, about the size of a coin on the lower area of her navy blue skirt. Shruthi dashed to the main house door and rang the doorbell, legs tightly crossed and one hand squeezing her crotch from the backside. A minute later and the door had not opened. Shruthi rang again and again, worked up into a frenzy, and sobbing. I came behind her and, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder told her that it was all okay, as she bent over and moaned. Suddenly I heard a soft dripping noise. Looking down I saw a few drops of piss falling from between her legs. I looked back up at her face, turning red with embarrassment, as she said in between a sob: "Just a sec... Stay here", and slowly walked off away from the porch and towards the garden, her back facing me. I could see a noticeably larger patch of wetness on her skirt now than there was before. All of a sudden I heard a loud gasp followed by a splashing sound. I turned to see Shruthi, in between the patio and the garden (on the cement driveway), frantically hiking up her skirt with one hand and with the other hand pulling down a pair of wet yellow panties. She pulled her navy blue skirt high above her butt and squatted down in the driveway, large brown ass fully exposed and facing me, her white converse shoes contrasting with her large, shapely, dark butt. Before her panties were even fully down, the river began to flow. It was far louder than I had ever heard. She was truly extremely desperate. She couldn't say or do anything to prevent me from watching as she was facing the other way, as she attempted to make it to the garden. Her pee flowed for just under a minute and a half, trickling down the cement and leaving an extremely visible trail Finally she stood up, pulling her skirt down and removing her panties. She took them off and kicked them behind a nearby pillar. She turned to face me, still gently sobbing. I hugged her and reassured her that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. She looked up and passionately kissed me on my lips. I responded by slipping my fingers underneath her skirt, feeling the dampness of her thighs and slowly moving my fingers up until I encountered her still wet pussy. Gently rubbing, she reciprocated the action by slowly pressing her palms against the ever expanding bulge in the front of my pants. After about a minute of this however, I reminded her that we ought to be getting back to the park. After another minute of so, we separated, wiped the sweat off our brow and walked back to the park. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thanks to everyone for reading this hope you enjoyed it.
  21. Hi everyone, today I'll be recounting an experience that happened just under a month back, with me and my girlfriend, Shruthi. To the people that opted for the club story, don't worry, it'll be up within a week max :P Anyway, this incident happened while travelling from Madurai to Mangalore. I, along with my cousin and my girlfriend, had booked a bus to Madurai. My girlfriend, Shruthi, was joining me for a trip to Mangalore, her hometown. My cousin, Priya, joined us for the bus ride in order to meet her boyfriend who also lived in Mangalore. For those who are reading these posts for the first time, Shruthi, my girlfriend looks quite a bit like this, skinny but with an attractively large butt. MY cousin Priya on the other hand, is a cute girl, very religious and decent, 6 years older than me; and with her dark features, looks a lot like this south Indian model: The bus that we were scheduled to catch, was supposed to arrive around 9:00 in the evening. I went with Shruthi and Priya and we were all at the bus stop by 8:30. After waiting for over an hour with absolutely no sign of the bus, Shruthi suggested we have dinner. We scoured the vicinity, but couldn't find anything other than a dilapidated biriyani shop, almost exactly like the one below, Against our common sense, we walked into the restaurant and ate, each having a plate of biriyani and a coke. Within half an hour, we heard a bus pulling up and sprinted out of the restaurant, quickly paying the bill and boarding the bus. Referring to our tickets,we found our berths, loaded in our luggage and settled in. As there were three of us, Shruthi and opted to share a double berth in the back, the interior of which looked like: Priya was given a single berth on the other side of the bus. The central aisle looked like: Anyway, we settled into our berths, lay down, shut the curtains and relaxed. As I was with Shruthi, I had no idea what my cousin was up to, and, as such, I can only narrate what I witnessed. Shruthi cuddled up next to me and began to grind softly on my groin. I held her and gently kissed her neck. We continued to lightly make out for about another 10 - 15 minutes. Rolling over, she sat on top of my crotch and began to softly gyrate, her inner thighs massaging the growing phallus between my legs. We continued this for another 20 or so minutes as things begun to get very hot and heavy. It was at this point unfortunately, that I began to feel strange. Mild nausea beset me, but, sexual excitement far grater, I payed little heed to it and carried on, moving my hand into Shruthi's pants, gently stroking the wetness between her legs. Shruthi moaned softly, her back arching gently, as she gently squeezed my groin. It was around this point that my phone began to buzz, vibrating softly, but I payed it no heed, immersed in pleasure. Gently I turned Shruthi around, getting her in a crouched position on all fours. I gently moved behind her, and unfurled her skin tight jeans, and the sticky panties beneath to about her knees. Her rear, from ass crack to knees, was now right in front of me. Lowering my head, I moved in and began to softly lick. It was then that it hit me: A wave of desperation, for the unpleasant kind, hit me like a brick wall. I sat bold upright, pressing my jean clad ass into the heel of my foot. Shruthi turned around, and asked me if everything was okay. I assured her that all was fine, dodging her doubtful glance and, waiting for the urge to subside, went back down on her crouched figure, licking her puss softly, my tongue's connection confirmed by her gentle moan. At this point my phone rung again, I dismissed it, and continued to lick. Gasping breathlessly, Shruthi moaned, "Pull down your pants babe, at least till your thighs." Obeying her request, I tugged my jeans down and continued to lick. Her hand slipped back around her legs, and began to squeeze and rub my throbbing parcel. In response, I raised my hand, and rubbed her, ever so slightly, in the regions nether to my tongue, that it couldn't access. At this point another wave of desperation struck me, far stronger than the last. I attempted, with all my might, to control my sphincter and barely won the battle. My lips still on Shruthi's pussy, her hand on my cock, and the sound of her passionate moaning fills my ears. Again, my phone rings, I dismiss it. All of a sudden, Shruthi's moan morphs into a sentence, "Hold on, wait, just a minute..." Passion overcoming logic, I continued to lick, my tongue ever increasing in velocity. "Seriously, just stop, just one minute..", she moaned out, a bit louder and more seriously. Suddenly, pushing me back, Shruthi moving my face out of the way, sat on her foot that lay behind her, even as I stared at her suspiciously. Whispering a soothing sorry in her ear from the back, I reached around in front of her, and moved my hand down to the diminishing dampness cradled by her thighs. At this moment, my cousin flung open the curtain, clutching her stomach, causing Shruthi and I both the panic, stumbling on our half down clothes, frantically yanking them up. "Wow...", was all she said, upon seeing both of our asses, with a disgusted look on her face. She turned to me and said, "Oy! I need to talk to you" Pulling my pants up, I deftly hopped out of the berth and into the aisle,standing right next to Priya. She leaned in and in an embarrassed tone, began to speak softly: "Thambi, the food was bad...", she almost moaned. "What?" I retorted, "How would you know?" "I threw up twice Thambi", she tearfully said, "I tried to call you but you didn't pick up." I panicked, remembering the wave of nausea. "I'm really sorry to hear about that. Are you okay?", I asked cautiously. She shook her head sadly, in an embarrassed manner, "Thambi, I need the bus to stop. Please, it's an emergency..." Understanding fully her situation, I walked to the front of the bus where I asked the driver to pull over. He gave a derisive snort and told me that we were already 30 minutes behind schedule, but that I needn't worry, there was a rest stop in 5 minutes. I returned to a hobbling Priya, told her the news and asked her to wait. She nodded reluctantly and sat down. I flung open the curtains of my berth and got in, telling Shruthi the news that the food was bad. "How do you know?", she asked. Sparing details of Priya's current urge, I told her of the puking. I confessed that I too was feeling sick and so would just visit the bathroom at he next stop. She nodded and said okay. When the bus pulled into the rest stop, which looked a lot like this Priya and I jumped out of the berths and bean to beeline for the bus exit, when I noticed Shruthi's absence. I went to her and asked, "Aren't you getting off?" "For what,"she said. "Well, the food was bad, don't you need to, you know...", I trailed off. "No babe, don't worry, I feel fine." My own need too urgent to worry about her's, I sprinted out of the bus where I was met by a frantic Priya. "Thambi, there's no available bathrooms anywhere!! Only one is there and the queue is about 8 people....", a loud fart cut through the air. Priya gasped and one hand shot to her backside, gripping it tightly. "Forget the bathroom," she gasped, "Follow me." She sprinted toward a small dark gully between two shacks. Midway however, she gasped and stood perfectly still, legs crossed tightly. I inquired as to what was wrong but was met by nothing more than a fearful panting. A split second later she was running towards the gully, hand clutching her ass, and shouting, "Thambi, please stand guard" I followed her up to the gully, and stood at the enterence. "Oy! Not there," she shrieked, on the verge of tears, legs twirled around each other and dancing slightly. "Come over here," she beckoned to the ground near her, "Otherwise someone might come from the other side," she quickly added. I stood there and faced the other way, trying my hardest to suppress my own urges, as Priya deftly pulled down her jeans and squatted, taking support from the shack behind her, as her pressurized urine stream hit the sand below, muddying it. Other sounds followed, resulting in awful smells and moans of relief, from her side alone that is; my need was worse than ever. About 2 minutes in, I inquired; "Priya, are you almost done? The bus will leave soon and I still need to go....badly", I quipped. She said in a strained voice, "Sorry Thambi, but I'm not doing so well, it'll be a bit longer..", a splattering sound of Priya's diarrhea on the sand below filled the air,"A lot longer...", she added remorsefully, tinged crimson with embarrassment. I tried as hard as I could, to hold back the dam, but 2 minutes longer and I nearly lost it completely. "Priya", I said urgently; "Yes", she sniffed, "I really can't hold it, I'm sorry, I'm going." Before I even finished the sentence I had begun to walk away, out of the gully, when suddenly the dam broke. Loud farts cut through the air as my bowels began to evacuate. Having no other option, I frantically yanked down my jeans and squatted, liquid poop streaming out of my ass and piss involuntarily spurting out of my cock far too loudly, less than 6 feet away from my cousin, facing her fully. I covered my face and looked the other way as did she. I couldn't help but notice however her brown pussy lips, peeking out from under the bundled fabric of her jeans, as she relieved herself. Within 3 minutes I finished, wiped and rose, heading back to the bus, Priya right behind me. We got back onto the bus and returned to our berths. I wished Priya a good night and she went into her berth and slept. I climbed back into my berth and Shruthi came to me sympathetically, asking if I was okay. I told her that I felt much better now, and began to gently kiss her. She responded to the motion and kissed me softly, before wishing me good night. I lay down on my side and dozed off. Around 3:00 in the morning, Shruthi woke me up, shaking me frantically. I jumped up startled, and looked around wildly, then noticing a familiar smell looked questionably at Shruthi who immediately broke down into tears. "Oh Shit.", I said, and hugged her, "Um.. Is everything okay?",I asked, if only for namesake. "No,"she sobbed, shaking her head, "The food was bad, really really bad," she broke down into another set of tears. "I'm so nauseous I can barely sit up, and I....", she trailed off,"I need to use the bathroom." "Shh", I said, not wanting her to embarrass herself further,"I understand". I got out of the berth and went to the front, asking the driver to pull over. Unfortunately, he shook his head and muttered "...Behind schedule". I went back to the berth where Shruthi sat awkwardly, looking truly awful and conveyed the bad news to her. She sobbed gently. I sat opposite her, patting her gently and consoling her for another 30 minutes when suddenly she gagged. Her eyes widened as her cheeks filled and she vomited on the bed, quite a bit ending up in my lap. She sobbed, apologizing, and stammered, "B-B-Bathroom, NOW!!!", with tearful urgency. Helping her to the front of the bus, I conveyed the news of what had happened to the bus driver. Looking at her, he agreed to pull over. Suddenly though, a loud wet crackle filled the air, as something else filled Shruthi's jeans. She held her ass tightly but to no avail. The dam had burst. The moment the bus came to a standstill, Shruthi lept off, and, moving just a tiny bit to the side, just out of the driver's view, she peeled off her jeans, emptied her yellow panty's contents, and squatted; the sound of her piss stream and the semi-solid splatter of diarrhea on the pavement reaching my ears. She asked me for paper but I had none left, so we had to borrow from my sister. My sister wasn't in the slightest bit shocked to hear about what happened; "The food was bad", she said. Once Shruthi had emptied her panty and her bowels completely, she hobbled awkwardly back onto the bus, a tear rolling down her cheek. As our berth was ruined, we were all forced to share a single berth with Priya, who graciously gave Shruthi a spare pair of small purple panties that she was carrying. Shruthi, pants and panty fully soiled, was forced to sleep, tightly pressed up to both of us wearing nothing more than a T-shirt and purple panties. Please leave comments and suggestions
  22. So, this happened about a year back with a friend of mine called Ankita. Ankita lived in Chennai and was from a very well off family. Anyway, on Easter, her aunt invited her to a mass at Santhome Cathedral. Santhome Cathedral is a very old Catholic church. Ankita is anything but religious, but she is very interested in history, so she said yes. She invited me along to the church with her as well and I came along gladly. We arrived at the church by 4:00 in the evening, only to find that the mass didn't begin till 5:00! We wandered around joblessly until Ankita's aunt offered to but us juice. In the stifling Chennai heat we both eagerly agreed. By the time the Church service began, Ankita was wiggling her legs and looked uncomfortable beneath her sari. She was sweating and shaking her legs a lot. Her aunt gave her a chiding slap on her right knee and told her to sit still. Ankita bit her lip and trembled. She was trying very hard not to move but eventually her bladder won the battle and she was forced to resume rocking back and forth. Her face told me that she was in real trouble. Less than half an hour into the service, Ankita couldn't hold it anymore. She raised her pinky to her aunt and bolted out of the church. I told her aunt that I'd see if she was okay and followed her suit. No sooner had I left the church, than I saw her banging frantically on the door of the outhouse behind the church. I approached her. "Ankita,. Are you.... Are you Okay?" Ankita looked at me tearfully while still trembling and yanking the door handle and shook her head, "No.. No.... I.. I'm not." At that exact moment Ankita looked down at the dusty Chennai dirt beneath her. Following her eyes I looked down too. At first I could see nothing, but then a rivulet of flowing liquid appeared running down her ankle onto the dirt. The rivulet turned into a torrent, drenching the dusty dirt beneath it, turning it into a dark brown mud. Ankita stood there, helpless, as she voided her bladder into her Sari and onto the sands of Chennai. It was the most rain Chennai had gotten in years.
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  24. Hi everyone, This is my first post on this site. :) I have been a lurker here for quite some time so I thought I would be better off joining :).My English is not that well so please point out any errors I have made in order to help me improve :)The following story is a true event that I witnessed while living in Madurai ( A City in South India).The women, not just there but in India in general, are extremely Self-Conscious and Decent, and, as such, do not normally talk about any kind of Bodily Functions, whatsoever.. It all started when I went to pick up my girlfriend Shruthi from the train station. She lives in Mangalore, another city quite far from my own (About 15 hours by train). She's 19 years old, and studies BHM in a college over there, whereas I am studying a BSc over here. She arrived looking truly beautiful, in a white T-shirt and denim blue jeans. After picking her up from the station we talked for a while and I offered to take her for breakfast ( It was about 9:30 in the morning at the time ), but strangely she refused. "Have you eaten already", I asked her "No",she replied, with a strange expression on her face, " I'd just rather go home and wash up first,... besides I'm not feeling too well either." "What happened?" I inquired, genuinely concerned "Nothing it's fine",she replied in an unconvincing tone,"Just that the food on the train was kinda bad and my stomach's feeling kind of odd...". "Oh..." I replied, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by asking more questions... With that I walked to a nearby roadside wala (vendor), bought a bottle of Bisleri Mineral Water for the ride, caught a nearby auto and, after haggling over the price for a while, settled for a fee which was still blatant daylight robbery, loaded her luggage in, got in with her and left. Before I continue, let me tell you all that my house is not exactly 'close' to the train station by any means. As in India, the train stations are quite dirty and many people defecate on the tracks, the train stations are kept on the outskirts of the cities, far away for the majority of the urban populace. My house is a small apartment building, about 3 floors high, crammed in between a supermarket and another building, in the very heart of the city. After about 20 minutes in the auto, Shruthi ( who had been intermittently gulping from the 2 Liter water bottle I had bought), began to look uncomfortable. Up until that point we had been chatting casually but soon her expression became relatively strained and she grew silent. Not wanting to overstep my Boundaries but at the same time concerned, I asked again.. "Hey, Shruthi", she turned to face me, " Are you sure your'e Okay?" "Yeah sure I am! How come? Is something wrong?", she said. Understanding that she really didn't want to talk to me about what was bothering her, I dropped the topic, the mood once again drifting into the zone of an unbreakable Awkward silence. After 5 minutes more, She turned to me and said,.. "Hey,babe..., How much longer do you think it will be until we reach home?" "Dunno, about half an hour more, we're still in the city outskirts.", I replied."How come?" Realizing that she couldn't hide her predicament from me anymore she turned to face me, and whispered in a hushed and rather ashamed voice.. "Um... I actually kind of have to use the bathroom...",She said," It's becoming pretty bad... I haven't gone since I got on the train", "Really?" I asked, shocked. "How is that even possible, the journey was almost 15 hours long, right?",I inquired. "Um... Yeah", she said, "But I really didn't drink that much, you know how the toilets are in those trains", she told me. "And on top of that, I think I kind of went overboard with this Bisleri, after not having anything to drink for so long", she said smiling, as both of our eyes turned to look at the almost empty 2 Liter Water bottle, lying between us on the seat. I turned away, looking out of the side of the auto, eyes scouring the roadside for a 'sulabh' (toilet). Within a matter of seconds I saw one. Instantly I turned to the auto driver and said "Bhai, idher rukh, ekh minute wait". As he slowed down the auto and the roar of the engine decreased to a mild hum, Shruthi pinched me tightly and said, "It's fine, keep going" "Huh??", I said , giving her a confused look. "Seriously, get this auto going now", she said, in a rather disgruntled tone. After giving the auto driver a nod to continue I turned to her, annoyed, and said; "What was that? I thought you said you needed to use the bathroom." "I do..." She said, looking truly distraught, "But.." "But what?", I snapped "But...",she continued,"Remember I told you about the train food... Well honestly, that's not sitting too well with me...,please don't make me spell it out for you I'm embarrassed enough as it is." Still not fully understanding the situation ,but not wanting to piss her off more, I shut my mouth and looked out of the side. About 30 minutes later, we were caught in a traffic jam, about a kilometer from my flat, the traffic packed just as tightly as Shruthi's hands between her thighs. She was rocking back and forth on the seat, still trying to maintain her composure, when suddenly she let out a little gasp. "Are you okay?", I asked again. "No!", she replied, rocking back and forth and on the verge of tears, "How far is your flat from here?" "About a kilometer", I replied. Just like that she leapt out of the auto and, standing there in the street, pulled out a few crumpled 500 Rupee bills from her tight jean pockets, handed them over to the driver, turned to me and said, "Come on Let's walk." Not wanting to aggravate her further I got her luggage and stepped out onto the busy road and began leading her to my flat. The moment we reached the ground floor of my flat she asked me (or rather gasped out) "Floor?" To which I replied, "It's the 2nd one to the right on the 3rd floor, could you maybe lend a hand with these...." And just like that, before I even knew it she was sprinting up the stairs, 2 at a time. "Okay", I muttered to myself, "Thanks a lot for the help" I slowly walked up the flights of stairs lugging the baggage behind me and finally reached the third floor where I saw Shruthi sitting on the stairs with her hands between her legs and her torso gently rocking back and forth. She wrenched one hand free from the vice-like grip of her thighs, extended it to me and asked for the keys. I set down the bags and began rummaging through my pockets for the keys but alas, none were to be found. Knowing just how pissed off Shruthi would be if I told her this I kept searching until finally she caught on. "WHERE ARE THE KEYS", she almost screamed in her thick kannadiga (accent relating to the state where she's from) accent. "I must have dropped them at the airport" , I replied,"But seriously don't worry, my landlord lives just about a block away, he's got a spare set, he'll be here within 5 minutes", I said, taking out my phone and sending him a message. "That's too long" she said, tears almost rolling down her cheeks, "Does your roof have a bathroom?", she asked desperately. "I think so", I replied, and began leading her up onto the roof. The moment that we reached she ran around the corner and began frantically searching for a bathroom. When she finally found one, she tugged on the handle, a second away from relief, but it didn't budge. I was standing right besides her. Gently nudging her, I pushed her to the side and pushed on the door with all my strength but to no avail. "Shruthi look, I'm really sorry about all of this but I swear, just wait a minute or two the landlord will come." "I can't wait that long baby", she said between sobs, "SERIOUSLY!! I haven't used the bathroom in almost a day, I drank like, two FULL liters of water in the auto, and..." "And what babe?", I asked tentatively... "That fucking train food has been trying to escape for HOURS", she moaned, just as she keeled over and clutched her stomach. "Oh..." was all I could say,now fully understanding the severity of the situation. I thought of what I could possibly do to help but nothing whatsoever came to mind. I sat there silently, as Shruthi sobbed softly by my side. Suddenly she gasped and the sobbing intensified. She lept to her feet and with both legs crossed and one hand on her rear, she squeaked,"Babe, wait here PLEASE!!!", and ran off to another corner. I got up and began following her when suddenly she dashed behind a small partition of the roof (My roof is filled with various partitions, each coming up to about waist level) and, still in full view, (owing to the height of the partition), unbuckled her belt, pulled down her jeans and squatted. Her head, still fully visible, turned as she looked to ensure that there was nobody in the vicinity, when her eyes fell on me. "What the hell are you doing?GO BACK!!!" she shouted angrily, as she tried to stand up, bending over to pull her jeans back up. But it was far too late. The reservoir of piss that she had been holding back for so long, was let loose the moment that she squatted down. As I was looking at her face, <yelling at me to go back>, a loud hissing sound cut through the air. Her face turned red with embarrassment and she turned the other way, unable to stop the flow. After about a minute and a half, the noise ceased yet still, she remained squatting. Curious, I approached, peering over the partition to see if she was okay. With her ass close to the ground, and a relieved expression on her face, I instantly realized what was happening and hastily turned away, lest she catch me watching and I end up a single man. I went back to where I was before she left and sat, unbelievably aroused. When she finally returned, she didn't say a single word to me. Instead she hobbled down to the flat where my landlord was now waiting. The moment I got the key and opened the door, she hurried to the bathroom, albeit still walking. When she had finally cleaned up, she came out of the bathroom wearing another pair of pants, and sat down next to me on the sofa. "Are you pissed off?", I asked her, to which she replied "Nope, chill Baby, just feeling kind of ashamed....". I told her that it was okay and that there was no need to feel ashamed as such things happen to everyone.. She blew my WORLD when she replied that she was not ashamed because of what she did, but because of how turned on she felt when she knew I was watching. That moment was undoubtedly the happiest moment of my life as she turned to me, crossed one leg over my lap, and kissed me passionately. As we stumbled to the bedroom, drunk with arousal, I asked "How come you're pants are different?" "Oh these,", she gasped, while rubbing my crotch and singlehandedly removing her aqua green chinos, "Didn't really make it.." Too turned on to ask anymore questions, I led her into my room where we had the best sex of my life. She has long since been not just okay with, but pleased by my thing for omorashi. She has told me countless incidents of desperation that happened in her past, many involving her hostel bunk mates :P. I will be happy to share these if requested. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ The main reason that I told this story however is so that other Indians could recount their experiences and sightings. I know for a fact that numerous women become extremely desperate in public and quite a few even wet themselves. I know that there are other Indian users on Omorashi.org and I request them to please share their experiences. Thank you :)
  25. Hi.. ..This will be my first story which is 110% true. Not a single fiction. The whole story is real. What I saw today is a treasure for me and all the desperation lovers. So, I am from India and live in a small city. So there's a pharmacy(medicine store) just about half kilometers from my house. A girl is employed to the pharmacy and there's no one to help her in her work and the owner of the pharmacy just visits the shop for like 5 mins and goes away, again comes after some hours for a few minutes and so on. The girl was very beautiful and hot(one who would make your penis grow) .The owner was an old and rude and strict man.Everytime I go out from my house I look towards the pharmacy and see the girl and wonder have see ever been desperate to pee. The inside of the pharmacy was clearly visible from outside. And for your information this is India. There are a number of other shops joined with the pharmacy and all the other shopkeepers were male except her. And this is India, so whenever the shopkeepers needed to pee they just urinate in the opposite side of the road or below the footpath. But the poor girl couldn't as there were no toilets, so she had to hold her pee until her break, and a typical Indian girl would be shy and would never urinate in front of so many people. The girl came to the shop at about 9 in the morning. Stayed there for about 12, then goes to lunch and comes back again at about 2 or 2:30 at the afternoon and closes the shop at about 6 pm in the evening. I saw where she lived. Her room was at about 10 mins walking distance from the pharmacy. And she always comes by walking. So here comes the main part. Today I went out from my house on bike at about 2:35 in the afternoon and looked towards the shop and saw the girl just arriving after lunch. She was wearing salwar pant(an Indian dress) and a jacket and looked very pretty. I returned to home at about 4 pm and saw her on the way chatting with some middle aged man.The pharmacy mostly remains calm due to less customers. So the other shopkeepers get a good chance to come and chat with her when there were no customers. I went out from my house again in the afternoon due to some work to one of my friend's house. It was 6 :45 already by the time I returned, so I thought the the girl might have gone by now. But as I reached near the pharmacy, to my surprise I saw the girl talking with a man(who looked like a customer) with slightly bend forward and crossing her legs while standing. I never saw anything like that in real life. It was for the first time. My heart rate became faster. I looked at my mobile and the time was 7 pm. So I thought that she might be delayed due to some reason. I immediately came up with an idea to delay her more. I saw her at 2:35 and it was now 7. So she was already without peeing for 4 and a half hours. And the other shopkeepers always offers her coffee two or three times during the afternoon while chatting with her(I saw that before). So she might be desperate by now. So I parked my bike and went to the shop. She was just talking the keys and about to close the pharmacy as I entered. She looked at me with a nervous smile. I made up a story and told her that a person is coming to buy a medicine and I don't know the name of the medicine , it is written in a prescription and the person himself couldn't read it. And all the medical shops here are closed at about 6:30 and it was also a holiday so I asked her if she could keep the shop open till he came. She looked worried but however she told OK. I sat there at the bench in the shop and she was standing and looking at her mobile. Her legs were shaking slightly she was nervous. The minutes ticked on and it was now 7 :30pm. Then she asked nervously why did the men didn't come till now. I told her that he was a serious patient and told that he is coming with his family from another district (a district which took 2 hours from our place and which was less developed than our place so definitely there would be no medicine shop open by now) and all the pharmacies might be closed by now. He will be taken for better treatment tomorrow and getting the medicine was emergency and it will be very problem if he doesn't get it. The girl looked nervous, she smiled nervously and told that she could wait for some more time but have to close when the owner arrives after some time. (the owner came there everyday to play cards with the other shopkeepers, drink bear. ..till late night ..). I told OK and kept on sitting there. Then she moaned loudly and crossed her legs again while standing and looked in her mobile. Then I became sure that she was desperate to pee. As the minutes ticked on she become more and more fidgety. She moaned two or three times. She couldn't stand still. Then suddenly she said shhhss... .ahhhh.. .kept on fidgeting. Then the time became 8 pm. She was really fidgety by now. She looked towards me and asked me how long would it take for the men to reach. I made a fake phone call and pretended to ask and told her that they are coming. Then she said shhhss.. Gave a fake smile, crossed her legs and kept on fidgeting. It was now 8 :30pm. So she was there without peeing for 6 hours with surely two or three cups of coffee. I also saw a one liter bottle at her table which almost empty. Only a little water remained at the bottom. So she must be very desperate by now. Then suddenly the owner arrived. He looked at me and I narrated my fake story to him also. He told the girl to stay there and keep the shop open until the man arrives. He was very firm in his words. She looked really worried and tried to argue with him in low voice. He said no and gave me a smile and left. The girl was in serious trouble now. She moaned. ..said shssshh... Ooohhh... and put her hand in her stomach near the bladder and band forward slightly. She saw me looking and immediately removed her hand from there. Then we both made eye contact with each other,she gave me shy and nervous smile and looked away. Her face was becoming red. She groaned and sat in her chair. It became eight 8:45 pm. She looked really worried. Then she told me that there is an another pharmacy which might be open now. I told her that I shouldn't take the risk as it would be problem if it was closed. I knew she was telling that so that she can close the shop and relieve herself. Hearing by reply she bite her lips, gave me a worried smile and kept on sitting in her chair. Now she couldn't sit still even for a second. She was rocking back and forth, fidgeting, moaning,shifting her weight from side to side, crossing her legs one side then the other. I don't know if she knew that her predicament was known to me. She was so desperate and tensed that she forgot about me sitting in front of her. Besides most Indian woman are so shy that they would hold their pee for hours and do not speak and show any signs of desperation even though they needed to go quite badly. And this girl was of those kind of women, but still she was moaning and showing all signs of needing to pee. That means she was very very very very desperate and uncomfortable. Then it became 9 pm. She looked very fidgety and uncomfortable now. Then she made another excuse that the men might not get the medicine which he would want as most of the medicines are out of stock. I said it's OK as I have no other option. Then she gave me another worried smile and kept on fidgeting. After some time she told me can you please ask where they reached. I pretended again, made a phone call and told her that they are coming. She moaned again. It was now 9 :30 pm. She suddenly said shhhss.. ....very loudly, held her stomach and got up from her chair. She was now walking from one side to the other inside the shop. She walked with closed steps, bounced sometime and moaned sometimes. Then suddenly she said oooohhhh....and stopped and bend forward more than before and put her hands in her stomach. As she saw me looking she immediately removed her hands said shhhss.. .loudly and kept on walking .....it was now 9 :45 .She looked tensed and worried. Her face and ears becoming red. But to her luck she saw a nearby shopkeeper closing his shop. She shouted at him, called him and told him "Can you please stay I'm just coming in 5 mins". Before he could say anything she said that she would be back very quickly, said ssshhhh.. ..loudly and walked towards her home very fast holding her stomach. Then I again told the fake story to the other shopkeeper. He gave me directions to another pharmacy and told that it remains open till late night. I also told him OK and left. I could have delayed her even more but he spoiled it.. . Anyway it was fair enough and a very hot experience I would remember my whole life. .. AND THE WHOLE STORY IS TRULY AND FULLY REAL. ..SO DON'T ASK ME AGAIN. .. HOPE YOU LOVED IT.. .