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Last week on Friday. I contemplated on posting or not, or even logging back in. It's been over three weeks since I was on here last, up until now. I'll share last week and possibly the incident a few days prior. I was in the office, doing my job. Answering phones, taking messages, sending invoices and estimates, and other tasks I'm required to do. I was holding in my pee since 10:00am. Between the water and the coffee, it was fair to say by the time 4:30pm came around, relief was kinda needed. My husband was back from the place he was doing work in. We've been kinda sexting during the day. We honestly don't know what we plan on actually doing until it happens. Lol. As I said, he came in. Some of his employees were around. He was giving basic instructions for a few to get a few select jobs done Saturday. (Very nice gentleman and there is one trades lady but she wasn't in today due to her family being evacuated in some heavy hit areas by wild fire. 😞) My legs were shaking under my desk as I bit my lip. My nipples at this point was getting very hard and almost noticeable. I did let out a little pee by a premature sneeze. It's been rather smokey and using an infuser to help the airfilters with the scent. Everyone finally leaves home, except my husband who's also the employer. I stood up and slowly made my way to him. I was holding my ground, bladder wise but that sneeze really didn't help. "I need a raise..." I started to say as the agony started to wear me thin. "Really?" He approached me. I started un doing my shirt. (Satin blue shirt that's sleeve length goes to my elbows, and is a button up...and down. Lol.) Giving him a view of the top portion of my lace one piece. (Red In colour.) I started to unzip his pants and told him I'm willing to do anything for a raise...though it was him getting the raise... 😉. I started to pee finally in small dribbles. I went to my knees and started to please him as I continued to slowly relieve my poor aching bladder. I could feel the hot pee running down my legs and starting to really soak my black pantyhose. Pee started to gush out as I slowly got my husband... BOSS, very hard and very thick. He was swollen and his balls were tight. He was definitely starting to have needs of his own. I stopped sucking as I sat on my knees finishing peeing. The puddle was reasonably big and my knees and my long maxi skirt was soaked. "I'll finish you but I want my raise" I teased as I stood up. I sat on his desk rubbing myself all over and lifted up my tight skirt, showing him my sexy one piece (Thong backed.) and how wet I was. He excitedly grabbed my breasts and rubbed me, feeling for himself how wet I was. He bent me over the office desk and pulled down my pantyhose and entered me from behind. I was incredibly wet and swollen and feeling him penetrate was a very welcoming feeling. I was very quick to orgasm, squirted in my skirt since my skirt was covering my front end and so was a part of my lingerie set. I covered my mouth as I screamed in pleasure as he kept going. (I'm very loud, I especially have to be careful at home because of my son.) I started to speak in Spanish to him, telling him to "tame my inner naughtiness". He pulled out and entered my anal area where he started to cum hard. I was rubbing my clit as he was pumping me that way. After he was done, I covered myself back up and sat on his lap and he nuzzled into my neck and suckled gently. I had to pee again but wasn't extensive, but I peed on him as I had him fondle me, getting the back end of my skirt wet, adding to the mess he left me lol. We eventually got home undetected.
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The girl at my cousin's party A deferred 21st. That what my cousin Isla called it. Her real 21st had been cancelled due to Covid and she consoled herself by promising it was ‘postponed not cancelled.’ We all smiled and agreed at the time not wanting to knock her coping strategy, but now a year later it’s the day she’s been building up to for 12 full months and I feel somehow obliged to attend. I’m not antisocial really, just maybe a little socially awkward. Or maybe just shy. I’m ok if I know the people but this has become the event of the year to Isla and she’s been rather exuberant in handing out invites. I genuinely have no idea how many there will be in her house tonight between family, work colleagues and friends. I’ll show face and leave after a few hours. By then she’ll probably be tipsy enough to not even know who is there and who isn’t. That’s my hope anyway. It’s not like I’m expecting it to be the night my life changes. That’s the sort of thing that only happens to other people, not me. By the time I arrive, on my own and on foot, there’s already plenty noise and laughter coming from the semidetached old Victorian house that my aunt bought when my uncle passed away. I knock and am let in by my exited and very young looking cousin wearing denim shorts with tights underneath and a tight top. I can see why she’s the life and soul of the party, though I worry that all the attention on her isn’t just because it’s her birthday. I’m quickly handed a glass of something which looks vaguely drinkable and my younger cousin ushers me through towards the large rear garden where a BBQ has clearly been set up and there’s people sitting in plastic chairs and standing around talking pretty much everywhere. I scan for an empty seat and sit down at the edge of a group of people laughing, hoping I haven’t accidentally taken someone’s seat. Looking around I sip at the drink in my hand wondering if my dear aunt has any idea just how many people her daughter has invited. She probably has and as usual I’m just stressing about something unnecessarily. A woman sits beside me and as she talks I suddenly turn to her wondering if she’s talking to me or someone else. Her smile is cute and her long brown hair, all clipped up in some sort of bulldog type clip thing with little strands trailing onto her pretty face, is actually rather eye catching making me want to gently move the strands away so I can see her full face clearer. “She chose a good day for it didn’t she?” “Isla? I don’t think she had much say in when she was born but I’m sure she’s delighted it was early summer. She hated it when she was younger mind you. Her friends were always on holiday then but I think she’s more than made up for the lack of parties at 9 and 10 judging by the amount here today. Popular girl for sure.” “Oh…you her brother or something?” “Older cousin.” I hold my hand out instinctively to introduce myself. “Riley Smallwood.” She shakes my hand, smiling, and I look at her sweet pink cheeks hoping my first words to her haven’t put her off me already. She’s probably got a boyfriend who is about to turn around and growl at me right away to warn me off. At least I can see there’s no ring on her fingers. That’s a definite good sign at least. “Rosie Lynch. I went to school with Isla. Probably one of those annoying friends who went on holiday early summer and missed her birthday when she was 9 or 10. You reckon she’s forgiven me now since I’m here tonight?” I blush. “I expect so.” I can’t help laughing a little as Rosie smiles cheekily right at me as if she knows she’s just scored some sort of imaginary social point against me. She’s cute so I’ll let her off. Someone distracts her and before I know it she’s standing up again laughing and chatting with other people I don’t know and I look around quietly again at the mature garden and the rear of the house wondering how much inheritance my uncle actually left. I had no idea he actually had so much wealth! The party carries on with an abundance of food and plenty music and drink, and as the evening progresses I notice the garden getting less busy and the numbers slowly thinning. I’d really like to bump into Rosie again but I don’t want to look like I’m too keen, even though I actually am. Those hazel eyes of hers and those cute strands of hair got me and I’d love to see if we connect more. I’m standing in my cousin’s vast kitchen nibbling on party food and pouring myself a soft drink to balance whatever alcohol I’ve been sipping for the last hour or so when I see her again. It’s that clip in her hair I notice from behind first, but then my eyes drift down to her neck and her back and my mind races ahead of me. She’s wearing one of those female jump suit things with trousers and a top combined and the zip up her back immediately makes me think of two rather naughty things: how easy would it be to unzip that and see beneath it, and even naughtier still: how on earth can she possibly unzip herself to use the loo if she needs it? The black material seems snug against her back and I’m suddenly glad to be standing against a kitchen island to hide my growing excitement. I wasn’t going to stay this long but suddenly this party has got much more interesting. As I hear some more people leaving Isla comes into the kitchen announcing she’s going to start the karaoke up. I wouldn’t normally be that bothered by such a development but as I watch Rosie heading into the main room I decide to go on through too. I catch her looking over at me as I stand against a wall gazing at her. I know I shouldn’t but now that I can see the front of her jump suit I like her even more! It hangs loose on her shoulders as if gravity ceases to exist on her body and shows off her curves in every way possible, making me sweat a little just thinking of how she got it on and how she might get it off again. I still can’t shake the thought of how she might go to the toilet but I can’t even entertain that for fear of anyone seeing the reaction it has on me. More drinks are distributed and glasses topped up. I accept some more wine and notice Rosie is drinking away between snatching glimpses of me and singing along to whatever is being played. There’s definitely a spark of something between us…at least I hope there is. Another thing I notice too, and I hope I’m not imagining it, is the way she’s sitting on the end of the couch. She’s sitting turned to the side, her back straight and one leg slightly over the other. It’s not really that relaxed looking and my mind is racing at just the very thought that all that wine, and whatever else she might have drunk in the last few hours, might be sitting in her bladder right now hinting at her rather a lot that she should go empty it’s contents soon. I’m probably imagining that though, as wonderful and sexy as it is. I need to calm myself before she notices my growing bulge in my jeans! I could probably predict some of the first songs that get sung with Isla starting us off with Whitney Houston and “I want to dance with somebody”. Like the song she has no shortage of willing men keen to dance with her! I watch Rosie singing along and swaying on the couch, keeping those gorgeous legs of hers crossed the whole time. There’s a bit of a clamber for some more songs and after some Kylie Minogue and some Queen I notice that Rosie is definitely looking either tipsy of fidgety, or maybe both. She’s also looking at me a bit more, at least I hope she is. I edge a little closer as a few more people get up and dance. When Rosie shifts around looking nervous I watch as she gets off the couch and I, trying not to look too obvious, follow her. She pauses in the big hallway and appears to look upstairs before changing her mind and heading to the kitchen. I head behind her, quickly finishing my drink so at least I have an excuse to be in the kitchen too. As her feet move from the thick hall carpet to the luxuriously tiled kitchen I tingle with excitement at the noise of her strapped black sandals on the floor. She heads straight for the fridge and I catch her eye as she notices me enter the otherwise empty room. I’m glad when she speaks first, my own throat feeling like it’s suddenly a sandy desert in the blazing summer heat. “Do you think they’ll mind me taking one of these?” She’s holding a cold bottle of water which makes me almost laugh. I thought she was maybe helping herself to caviar or goats cheese or something else highly expensive, not a measly bottle of water. “I reckon they won’t miss that.” She closes the door of the fridge as the noise of those heeled strappy sandals on the tiles send shivers down my spine. She’s antsy and moving loads from foot to foot. I can’t tell if she’s nervous or tipsy or…something else that I daren’t even think about. I notice she’s struggling to get the bottle open as I put my hand out to offer to help. She hands me the bottle, our fingers touching for a second, and looks right into my eyes. There’s definitely a spark. It’s not just me! “You needing a break from the alcohol then?” “Mmm. I’d like to remember tonight and not wake up tomorrow in the loo.” Just the mere thought of Rosie in the loo is making my head spin but I nod like a little puppy knowing she means having a handover but unable to think of anything other than her sitting on the loo peeing, which instantly makes me very hard! Realising I have suddenly went very rosy cheeked I blurt out my inner thoughts before I realise I’ve done it. “Waking up hungover in that gorgeous jump suit you’re wearing would be a nightmare I imagine. I’ve actually been wondering, please excuse my ignorance, but how do you…how do you…get that on yourself what with…what with it zipping up the back?” Thank goodness for the excuse of having had some alcohol but even so I’m still embarrassed by my own words in front of this beautiful girl. At least I never mentioned peeing! Thankfully Rosy laughs as she dances around again right in front of me. “I got my sister to zip it up for me. It’s so comfy though, but a right pain to get on and off especially when…” It’s her turn to blush now as she steps closer to me holding my shoulder to steady herself as she lifts one leg up behind her. She puts her mouth closer to my ear as I feel my back sweating and my heart pounding… “…I’ve had a lot to drink..” I gulp. She hasn’t exactly said she needs to pee but I think that’s what she means. Fuck I want to kiss her so badly! Instead I pull her closer and hold her with one arm around her waist. Just touching her is so warm and wonderful and making me yearn for much more. “I take it your sister isn’t here to help right now?” She shakes her head, giggling, then pulls me by the hand next door to where everyone else is. I prefer being alone with her but her holding my hand is so bloody wonderful I’d go to anywhere right now that she took me as long as she kept hold of my hand! Back in the lounge the singing and dancing has really taken off and Rosie gets up to dance to someone singing The Clash “Should I stay or should I go?”. It might all be in my mind but she’s mouthing the words to me and dancing very flirtatiously and very definitely like she really has to pee too. If I didn’t know better I would be mistaken for thinking the words for her are actually very pertinent and her eyes hint the same. Is she actually asking me, via the song and her dancing right in front of me, wether she should go to the toilet or stay with me? The repetitive chorus at the end as she mouths right in my eye line, “Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble, and if I stay it will be double, so you’ve got to let me know, should I stay or should I go?” is driving me fucking crazy with wanting her. She ends by coming right up to me bending forwards with begging eyes and a hand on her thigh as I bend slightly down, kiss her cheek lightly and whisper to her just one word…”Stay.” She smiles at me and I can’t help but reach out and pull her towards me as I kiss her gently on the lips, nothing too intensive or deep, just a way of showing her that I want her and like her. She doesn’t object and turns to face the karaoke again allowing me to hold her from behind gently. I look around checking no-one appears to be objecting as the next singer takes the microphone and set up their song. I recognise the song right away and almost want to laugh. It’s couldn’t be more perfect right now and ABBA’s Waterloo will surely get everyone singing so loud they won’t even notice what’s going on with me behind the beautiful girl in my arms who is already squirming and dancing even before the song even starts properly. The singer begins slowly, at first hitting more than one bum note, but by the first chorus Rosie is really getting into it as she turns in my arms to face me and we dance together with my arms now around her neck. She’s looking at me with twinkling eyes and I can tell she’s tipsy but still aware and by the second chorus our heads are closer together and I hear her singing the words to me with her own very sexy twist… “Need the loo, wouldn’t escape if I wanted to, need the loo, knowing my fate is to be with you, na na na na need the loo, finally saying I need the loo.” Fuck fuck fuck! Has she any fucking idea what she’s doing to me? As the song finally goes quiet I know I can’t let her go, partly because I adore what she’s doing to me and secondly because the second she moves it will be bloody obvious that I’m rock hard and gagging for it! I need privacy urgently so I take Rosie by the hand and we head out into the hall before the next song starts. Away from the crowd she’s even more adorable as she pee dances more openly and even slips a hand between her legs. Even after a few drinks I won’t ever do anything without consent so I lean down towards her face and quietly pull her into a hug so I can ask her what I’ve been dying to ask all night long. “Would you like a hand to unzip your jump suit so you can go to the bathroom Rosie?” She’s still squirming badly even as I hug her. “Yes please! I’ve been bursting for absolutely ages! I’m so desperate! Please!” She looks up the staircase longingly, probably assuming that’s where the bathroom is. There is one up there, more than one in fact, but there’s one much closer right behind the kitchen too so I take her hand and lead her down the hall and through the kitchen then slide a door to a pantry that has a bathroom just beyond. It’s not one Isla will have told the guests about so we should have plenty privacy, but more importantly it should be better for me to help unzip Rosie without having to go into the loo with her. Of course I would love to watch her pee, to see the look on her face when she finally releases all the liquids she’s been steadily consuming all night, to hear the force of her urine hit the pan, but only if she consents. For tonight she’s already turned me on more than I can actually believe and just unzipping her jumpsuit will probably make me cum if I’m not careful! Rosie follows behind me moaning under her breath. As I find the light for the pantry and open the door ahead to reveal a single toilet with small sink I hear Rosie whimper and groan. “Hurry up Riley. I can’t hold this any longer!” My dick is throbbing and the material of my jeans feel so taut against my crotch. I could easily delay Rosie that tiny bit more, cause her to perhaps wet herself and see her jump suit darken but then just the thought of her feeling embarrassed and humiliated and possibly rushing home terrifies me so I have her stand in the small bathroom facing the toilet while I bend forward to reach her zip on the back of her neck. “Can’t you speed up? I’m weeing a bit already! This is torture you know.” “I know. Sorry not used to these things. Promise you I’m doing it as quick as I can!” My heart is throbbing so loud I’m sure Rosie must hear it, my fingers are sweating and my hard on is rubbing against my jeans so much it’s actually sore. I ache to cum right now and unzipping the jumpsuit to reveal that Rosie is in fact bra less is almost the end of me as I take a breath in, pull the zip right down quickly and step back. I don’t plan on giving her an audience but the speed at which she turns her body in front of me, pulls down her frilly black lace trimmed knickers and then sits down gasping revealing the most erect nipples on the most glorious breasts I have ever laid eyes on in my life is just too much. I know I’m staring but she’s laughing and sighing and the relief on her entire face is so spectacular as torrents of liquid pour loudly into the toilet pan beneath her powerfully and strongly. She lifts her face to look me right in the eye as I stand with my own legs slightly apart to steady myself feeling my hard dick vibrating on its own accord in my jeans. Rosie’s eyes move to my crotch as I blush in embarrassment. She’s still bloody peeing as she breaks the silence, apart from the noise of her urine, as she giggles like a little girl, looking down at her own nakedness then back to me. “No need to be shy Riley. You’re seeing me so only fair I emmm…see…” I feel like a nervous school boy but the rawness of the hard denim against my manhood is holding me back so I unclip my belt and jeans and pull them down to my knees along with my trunks. My erection jumps to life like a coiled spring as Rosie, unbelievably STILL peeing, uses her hands to beckon me closer and I step closer feeling suddenly so nervous and alive that every hair on my body is sticking up. I’m not sure if she’s going to suck me or touch me with her hands or what but right now I don’t fucking care as I am so close to erupting she could blow on me and I would explode! She’s still sitting on the toilet as I hear spurts and dribbles still coming from between her legs as her hand reaches between my legs and tenderly strokes my testicles making me yelp with pleasure. She then lifts my erection up in her hands and precedes to run her wet warm tongue the length of me from my testicles to my head as my entire body shakes so much I have to lean on the wall to steady myself. I can’t stop staring at her breasts and listening still to drops still dripping from her into the bowl beneath her as she fondles and strokes me with her tender hands as I know I am just seconds away now from ejaculating. Rosie senses it too as her thumb runs over the shaking head of my hard on as I gasp as I reach the pinnacle of my sexual peak and sticky white fluid explodes out of me towards Rosie as we both watch giggling as it lands perfectly on her frilly black knickers draped by her knees. “Mmmm. I wasn’t planning to wear them now anyway. They were already wet with my pee so what does it matter.” I step back to let Rosie up off the toilet, offering her my hands to steady her as she steps out of her jumpsuit and knickers and stands right in front of me totally naked. She looks around giggling before reaching down and tossing her knickers towards a tiny open wastepaper basket designed for nothing more than used toilet rolls then she steps her feet back into her jumpsuit and starts pulling it up her legs teasingly. “You are beautiful. Absolutely stunning.” “And knickerless. Don’t forget the knickerless now will you?” She laughs. I help her pull her arms back into the suit then turn her around slowly while I attempt to zip up the material, running my fingers up her spine as I do so. Once the zip is done she turns to face me as I lean down to kiss her, this time much more passionately, as my dick still hangs out my jeans getting hard all over again. When we stop for air I feel suddenly quite overwhelmed as I attempt to make myself decent and wash my hands. “Can I get your number Rosie?” “Only if I get yours?” We walk out of the toilet, through the pantry, and into the kitchen hearing singing next door and smiling to each other. The atmosphere has mellowed while we’ve been gone and I can hear my cousin singing with a male as I hold Rosie’s hand and ask her to dance with me. She nods as we sing along to The time of my life by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warns. “I’ve had the time of my life, no I’ve never felt this way before, and I swear it’s the truth. And I owe it all to you..” It’s late, it’s corny, but it’s also the truth. A 21st burthday that was really a 22nd. Rosie. The girl at my cousins party who I will never ever forget, in the black jumpsuit with the bulldog clip in her hair with two little stands on her face. The girl who was desperate for the toilet at a party and needed help to unzip her clothes. The girl who went home knickerless and who I have been dating ever since.
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I wore diapers until I was quite a big kid, the older I got the more I messed and wet myself purely for the enjoyment of it. My folks were not overly impressed with my behaviour and often after having been cajoled, pleaded with, bribed to sit on the big boys potty or toilet they would resort to warming my behind up. This often happened with the offending poop still sitting in the back of said diaper. It sometimes lessened the sting of the spanking but often mushed the poop everywhere. Didn't really stop me though. Did anything similar happen to you?
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I know this is getting beaten to death recently, and repost repost etc. etc., but I'd like to upload ALL of her videos in one place once and for all. The thread I found had only about 50 of her vids, while her actual count was closer to 90. As I previously mentioned in another thread, some of her videos (from sexykarma) have audio sync issues. Those of you who know me and my audio infatuation might ask, "Gee thebeatgoeson22, why haven't you fixed them?" and the answer is simply, I suck at syncing. Never figured out how to reliably do it. For the files I have figured out the sync, I have appended it to the filename. If you see "+2.2" at the end of the video, that means you need to advance the audio + 2.2 seconds. If you see "-.8" you will have to delay the audio by 0.8 seconds. If you use a good media player (GOM or VLC work well, probably others too) you should easily be able to adjust the sync manually. There are a couple that admittedly I never figured out. They are named as they were posted, and a few from her tumblr that don't have names. There is both wetting and nude peeing (also, for anybody concerned, she was 18/19 in all these videos, so don't worry) Enjoy!Free -
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From our friends at http://www.diaperdow...0&max-results=7 But Downloaded for your convenience by the ever posting Rachel! Amy asks her friend Melanie around for a sleepover. However Melanie's mom says Amy is bad news and to stay away from her. Melanie sneaks out anyway and arrives with bottles of alcohol in her bag. The two girls get totally pissed and finally crash. Late next morning Amy's mom, Mrs Wong, finds the two girls still asleep. She rips off the blankets and is horrified to find both girls have wet themselves overnight. Their PJs are wet and so is the bed. When she finds empty booze bottles she really flips out and tells Amy she is going to diaper her in front of her friend. Melanie tells Amy her mom is a Fruit Loop! Mrs Wong phones Melanie's mom to come and pick her up. Melanie's mom is even more angry than Mrs Wong and tells her to dish out whatever punishment she sees fit. Now it is Melanie's turn to be diapered. Then she puts both girls in baby clothes. She feeds them baby food then locks the bedroom and bathroom doors and heads out for some shopping. When she returns an hour later she hits the roof. The girls have drunk another bottle of booze and peed into their diapers. She changes both as the protest and struggle. They have never been so humiliated. Then she tells them she must breast feed them. Melanie especially is mortified at having to suck on her friend's mom's breasts. Now she is certain Mrs Wong is just plain crazy but they are helpless to stop her. From our friends at http://www.diaperdow...0&max-results=7Free- 2 comments
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Hello everybody, I joined this community about a week ago and noticed that there are sooo many people with different desires regarding omorashi. I really enjoy talking to all people on here and about what they are into. It´s a great place to be and I´m happy to be part of it. However... I want to use this opportunity to maybe get in contact with some female members that are my age (18-23) and that are really interested in jeans, pants and tights wetting. I myself love to do these things and would even share some content in exchange of receiving some back :3 Just message me, I´m very friendly and won´t bite 😛 Much love and don´t get caught wetting yourself xD Atrix ❤️
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Hi, my name's Erica, and I am a wetter. Ever since I was little, I've been wetting myself. It started out innocently enough, with an illness that left me with a weak bladder. My parents were loving and gentle with me and my daily accidents. I did try to make it to the nearest bathroom... but sometimes I wouldn't make it in time, or they were terribly inconvenient, or even non-existent. As I grew older, I developed some control over my bladder, although I did have accidents a few times a week. When I was a teenager, however... things got... interesting. I had just learned about masturbating, and was in my bed, “rubbing one out” as some girls called it. I had quickly discovered that doing it with my panties on felt amazing, so that's the way I was doing it this time. In a matter of minutes, I orgasmed – and lost control of my bladder! For a couple of seconds, I was panicking, I couldn't stop! The panic receded when I realized that I was enjoying the wetness! I still had my hand between my legs trying to stem the flow. I quickly changed gears, and started rubbing my clit while still peeing. Just as I finished peeing, I came a second time, harder and more powerfully than ever before! I had to change my sheets, of course, but you can believe that that wasn't the last time I played with myself while peeing! Years later, I was dating – not very successfully, when the boys learned that I occasionally wet myself. I had gotten a job as a night front desk attendant at a hotel a couple miles away, allowing me to continue my education, and make rent. It was an easy job for two reasons. First, I was naturally good with people, friendly and courteous. Second, it was really quiet at night. Quiet enough to allow me some shenanigans while on the clock. My favorite thing to do was fill my bladder as much as possible, standing at the counter “organizing” and “cleaning”, waiting for just the right moment. I should tell you that my uniform consists of a blouse, usually in a pretty color, and a skirt. I had been informed, at the beginning, that I could choose pants or skirts – but skirts allow me to have more fun! Standing at the counter, my legs slightly spread, I would slowly release the hold on my bladder, allowing my pee to trace its way to my peehole and out into my panties. I would marvel at the delicious warmth coating my crotch, teasing my sensitive button, already engorged and tingling. Peeing slowly like this, I cum in my panties, biting my lip to keep from groaning in ecstasy. I finish peeing after my delightful orgasm, washing some of my juices from my panties. Another thing I like to do at work is to pee at our work desk. Behind the counter is a door that leads to our office with a desk and computer, some filing cabinets, document shredder, safe, and everything else you'd find in a hotel office. The chair behind the desk is a comfortable, cushioned affair, and feels great against a bare pussy! I'm sure I'm not the first, nor last, girl to sit in that chair and grind her mons into the fabric! I wonder how many, though, pee into the chair too! After drinking lots more water after my first pee, I slip off my soaked panties, dropping them into a plastic sandwich bag I keep handy for just such a purpose, and sit in the chair, pulling my skirt out of the way. To savor the warmth, I only spread my thighs slightly apart so that my pee sprays my thighs. I also pee slowly, allowing the warm wetness to soak into the cushions as much as possible. I can't help but rub my pussy lips against the wet cushion as I'm peeing, and often cum just as my pee ends. Sometimes I'm interrupted during my pee, and have to stop, stand up and fix my skirt before stepping out of the office to assist a guest. Often I can quickly finish helping the guest before practically running back to the chair and resuming my pee, and orgasm. Since I had been interrupted, I lose my level of arousal, and have to grind harder against the cushion as I resume peeing, warming up the cooling pee, achieving orgasm only after I'm done peeing. A couple of times, the guest takes longer than I anticipated, and I have to hold in my pee more than I'd like. When this happens, I'm usually forced to let my pee trickle out of my pussy lips and run down my legs from my bare crotch. When I'm finally allowed to escape back to the office, I'm empty of pee, or nearly so, and have to sit down, put my legs spread on the desk, and manually get myself off, finishing whatever pee is left when I come back down from my orgasm. One time when I was feeling particularly naughty, I decided to change things up a bit. Instead of sitting on the chair, I moved it to the wall, hiked up my skirt, and sat down on the edge of the desk. Spreading my legs wide, I allowed my pee to escape my bladder and make its way to my peehole. It started as a trickle before strengthening to a gush, jetting feet away from the desk and my open peehole! It felt so great that before I had even finished, I was rubbing my button to an orgasm, followed by another after my pee came to a stop. After moving the chair back to the desk, I had to rest for a few minutes, not even bothering to fix my skirt. I did have to help a guest, but I had recovered enough that I'm sure they never even noticed anything was off! I'm sure many readers are wondering if I've ever been caught. The answer is: nope! No cameras in the office (thank goodness!), and I'm subtle when behind the counter so no one can tell what I'm doing. I did, however, catch my female supervisor peeing in the office! I was a bit early for my shift, and didn't see my supervisor behind the desk, so I decided to pop my head in the office to check if anyone was in there. What I found stole my breath away and made my head spin. Janet had pulled the chair away from the desk, slid her pants and panties to her ankles, and was wetting a gusher under the desk! It took her a few seconds to catch on that someone was at the door, and when she did, her pee stream died as her face flushed red and her mouth gaped open. I recovered first, saying, “Would you like privacy to finish... or could I stay and watch? Either way, I promise not to tell anyone what I saw!” She slowly blinked a couple of times, before nodding her head and motioning me to come in, and close the door behind me. As I was locking it, I heard her mumble, “I knew I should've locked the damned door.” This was the first time I had seen a woman even partially naked, and I moved to the desk next to her leg to get a better look. As I watched, she closed her eyes and concentrated. Her completely-shaved-smooth, slightly protruding pussy lips contracted, then let loose with a powerful, hissing gusher, right under the desk next to my leg! I looked up just once, to see her watching me, a slight smile curving her beautiful lips before we both returned our attentions to her pee stream. It didn't last nearly long enough for me when it stopped less than a minute later, leaving a massive puddle under the desk. To show my appreciation, I hiked up my skirt and dropped my panties, spreading my legs, and letting my pee come out to drench the carpet in front of me. I wasn't expecting her to be turned on by our activities, but her hand crept down to start playing with her clit and pussy! This was too much for me, so I played with myself while I was still peeing. We must've both been close to orgasm, because we both climaxed simultaneously. I finished peeing as Janet stood up, allowing a small dribble of pee to soak into her panties. I pulled my panties up and fixed my skirt as she pulled her pants off, then her panties, before pulling her pants back on, sans panties. Which she handed to me, saying, “Thanks for the show. Keep these as a memento of today, and if you keep this our little secret, we can do something similar. Maybe even at your place or mine. Deal?” Of course I said yes! I can't wait! By the way, writing this all out is getting me wet, and I now REALLY need to pee! Wonder where I'll go for both? PART 2 I'm back with more stories! If you remember my last story, I had mistakenly walked in on my supervisor taking a leak in our hotel's office – turned out to be the best night night of my life so far! Instead of getting mad at my intrusion, she allowed me to watch, then I joined in. What a rush when we both came at the same time! She said we would do it again – and we did, which is why I'm writing! Just days later, Janet came up to me as we were changing from her shift to mine, softly telling me, “I thoroughly enjoyed what we did together yesterday, and want to play around some more. We both have the night off tomorrow. Would you like to come over to my place?” I was shocked, but didn't hesitate to say yes! “Good. Fill your bladder beforehand, I'll want to start as soon as you arrive. Speaking of which, we still have a few minutes. Do you need to pee?” “Desperately!” “Come into the office with me, I've been holding it for the last hour, and am ready to burst.” “Me too, Janet! I'd love to pee for you again, and see you peeing,” I said shyly. We both headed into the office, knowing we wouldn't be bothered by guests for a little while. I closed and locked the door, like last time, butterflies in my stomach, and panties wet with arousal and a dribble of pee I had let go in my excitement. Janet surprised me again. Instead of pulling out the chair like I had anticipated, she instead pulled out the trash can that sits below the desk. Unfastening her pants, she lowered them down her legs to her knees, revealing she wasn't wearing panties! As I stared at her bare pussy, she dropped into a high squat over the trash can, and let rip with a massive piss! “Wow, you really did have to go, didn't you?” “Told you! Ugh, this feels so damned good!” I was standing in front of her when she pulled her pants down, but moved into a crouch to watch her peeing. I had to put my hand up my skirt to hold in my pee, but was rubbing my clit at the same time. Janet saw what I was doing, and smiled. Thirty seconds later, and she was done. Not bothering to pull up her pants, she just stood up, and stepped aside for my turn. I yanked up my skirt, pulled my panties aside, stood just before the can, and let go. Janet watched, seemingly impressed. Now she had her hand on her crotch, playing with herself as she watched me pee. This turned me on so much, but I resisted the urge to touch myself just yet. My pee only lasted a few seconds less than Janet's, but felt just as wonderful as hers had obviously been. Once I squeezed out the last few spurts to decorate the carpet, I turned to her, and mimicked her by playing with my aroused clit and engorged lips. We watched each other play with ourselves, and again it didn't take long for either of us to cum. Janet recovered first. After licking her hand clean, she pulled her pants up, and started out to punch out. As she walked past me, she said, “Now I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night!” I too licked my hand clean, shuddered in joy at the taste, then set my panties back, dropped my skirt, and walked out to start my shift. Next evening couldn't “cum” soon enough! PART 3 The next night saw me in front of Janet's apartment, having difficulty getting out of my car and walking up to her door with how much I was squirming with the need to pee! I rang the bell barely able to control my bladder. When she answered, I greeted her with “I just peed a little.” And I had, squirting a small jet of pee into my panties. “Shame I missed it, that's what I want to see.” “Really?” “Yes. Take off your skirt, but leave your panties on.” “Can you help me? I can't do it myself right now.” She smiled, a sweet smile, and knelt down to help me. We had moved into her living room, both in bare feet, and the soft carpet made me dribble more. Janet removed my skirt, then sat back on her heels to witness my wetting. I spread my legs shoulder-width apart, and let my body do what it needed. My pee came gushing out so hard and fast that immediately sprayed out of my panties to drench the carpet at Janet's feet. It just kept pouring out, feeling so warm and wonderful. Having Janet watching me wet myself proved too much, and I came hard before I had finished peeing. Once I had finished peeing in my panties, Janet leaned forward – and put her mouth to my wet panties on my crotch, and started sucking! Who knew my seemingly straight-laced boss was such a perv! It wasn't until she pulled my soaked panties down and off my legs before continuing her oral assault on my clit and pussy that I came again, not once, but twice! I guess she could tell that I wasn't going to be any good for the rest of the night if she kept going, so she stopped, and said, “My turn!” Taking off her sleeping shorts and tee, revealing and extraordinarily gorgeous body, she lay down and spread her bare legs, allowing me a full, unobstructed view of her swollen pussy and high, tight tits with large areolas and pointed, hard nipples. And oh heavens, the juices dripping from her tight twat nearly sent me over the edge again! “Strip, then kneel between my legs,” she said, and I didn't hesitate to comply. “Good. Now open your mouth, and put it on my pussy. You'll drink my piss.” “R-really?” “Yes. Hurry, I'm about to start, and can't hold it anymore.” I had never done anything like this before, and wasn't sure what to expect, but I didn't want to disappoint my new lover. I got naked in record time, nearly ripping my shirt to shreds in my haste, and placed my mouth over her shaven cunt, and immediately got a mouthful of warm, salty piss. She stopped so I could decide if I liked it or not. I swallowed, and begged for more by licking her clit. She obliged, and let go full force. I guzzled as much as I could, but couldn't keep up, allowing quite a bit to trickle back out on her crotch. She was quite enjoying herself, moaning and sighing alternatively. Just a few more squirts more, and she was done – but I wasn't even close. Swallowing the last of her piss, I attacked her clit and pussy like she had done mine a few minutes ago. I had only ever experimented with a couple of girlfriends, but it was never as enjoyable as going down on Janet minutes after she did me. She shuddered and thrashed as the first orgasm overtook her, then again, with a scream to accompany her second orgasm. She feebly attempted to push me away, but I was relentless, licking, sucking, nibbling, jamming my tongue into her soaking wet snatch. Her next orgasm set mine off, and I had to stop. I collapsed next to her, and she curled her hand around my neck, lightly caressing my jaw, as we both recovered our breaths, and our senses. We were so exhausted from our multiple orgasms each that we ended up napping, right there on the piss-wet carpet. When we woke up a little while later, Janet asked me if I wanted dinner, and to refill our bladders. I said yes, “But on one condition: I piss in your mouth while standing on your bed, and you kneel before me again.” “Of course! Do you want me to eat you out again, too?” I thought for a few seconds, and said, “No. After I'm done wetting, I want to lie down, have you straddle my head with your legs, so that we can eat each other out at the same time.” “Ah, I see; you want to 69, is that it?” She caressed my cheek, saying, “Sounds heavenly to me.” Leaving our clothes scattered wherever they had been thrown, we made our naked way to the kitchen. It was a weird experience, doing such mundane domestic tasks completely in the nude – but if I could watch Janet's delicious body, including a nice, firm ass (which I had secretly been admiring while it was encased in her pants since we met), I wouldn't complain! Janet told me where the glasses were while she heated up some Chinese food, so I got the drinks. We ate, drank (lots), and talked about anything and everything. After all the food had been eaten, and we were working on refilling our bladders, Janet tells me a shocking secret. “Truth be told, I didn't just hire you because you're friendly, easy-going and pretty, I also hired you because you're beautiful and sexy, and I was hoping to one day end up with you in one of our beds. And after watching you wetting yourself behind the counter, I purposely peed in the office when I thought you'd walk in on me, and it came true as I had hoped.” “Wait – you saw what I was doing? Does anybody else know?” “Doubtful. Only someone who knows what they're looking for would spot what you were doing. And I was so incredibly turned on that I went back and watched as much as I could. And yes, I masturbated during all of it. I even burned all of it onto a flash drive so that I could watch it whenever I wanted.” My brain froze upon this announcement. She had been watching me wet myself? And enjoying it? “So, you weren't as surprised when I walked in on you as you seemed? And that's why you were so quick to accept me watching you?” “Yes, and yes. Although that turned out better than I had hoped, or anticipated.” If I had been wearing panties, they'd have been soaked by now. As it was, my chair was practically dripping onto the floor with my juices. And then I realized that my bladder had by now filled up, and that I knew what was about to happen, which just turned me on that much more. “Um, Janet, I... I think it's time.” She smiled, stood up and held her hand out for mine, then helped me stand up, and led me to her bedroom; she climbed up onto the bed before helping me up. I spread my legs to give her plenty of access, and she knelt to put her open mouth over my clit and peehole. I shuddered when she slid her tongue from my slot to my clit, and my pee started trickling out, building in pressure in no time. Janet was a pro, however, and never wasted a drop. I ran my hands continuously through her luxurious locks as her hands fondled my ass. I tried to make it last as long as possible, but soon ran dry, and got licked clean – but not dry! I lay down on my back as Janet swung around over me, so her sweet crotch was just inches from my face, and her face was hovering over my crotch, to the point where I could feel her warm breath teasing my clit, making me shudder some more. She started by placing gentle kisses around my labia before lightly swirling her tongue in and about my folds. Meanwhile, I brought her pussy down to my face with my hands on her silk-over-steel ass cheeks, and wasted no time diving into her muff, relishing the taste. I couldn't get enough! I had just had my first orgasm of our second bout of love-making when I felt some dribbling on my face. Then again. And again! Suddenly, the flood gates opened in a deluge of sweet and salty piss! This piss tasted differently than last time, probably because she had been drinking wine and water, rather than just water as with the first piss I drank. I let the body-warmed delicious liquid coat my throat and mouth, both inside and out. Janet finished her piss and came at the same time, as I rubbed her clit with my tongue, also giving me another orgasm from her piss-orgasm. We traded another couple of orgasms before we were forced to call it quits. It was a good thing we had nowhere to go at the time, as we were both too wiped to stand! I moved up a little bit so that I was laying my head on the pillow as Janet tiredly turned herself around to drag herself up next to me. She threw her arm over my tits, and tangled one of her legs with one of mine. I felt some pee that had built up since my pee, so I pressed my peehole to her leg before letting it dribble out and down her leg. “Mmmm, damn, that was a-fucking-mazing! I could totally get used to this,” Janet mumbled drowsily. “Sorry that your bed got soaked.” She chuckled throatily and responded, "Don't worry, darling. I anticipated this, and put a mattress protector on the bed before you got here. And sheets are easy enough to wash.” I relaxed into her embrace, and we drifted off into a sound, dreamless sleep of the sexually exhausted. I too could get used to this.
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It’s girlfriend here! So for anyone who enjoys rock, metal and heavier music might know that in Montebello, Quebec (Canada) they do what is called Rockfest. For those who don’t know - it’s a massive rock festival (think coachella but less frilly) that takes over the ENTIRE TOWN. There’s 200,000 people going to be there from June 14 - 17. Im wanting to have some Omo and pee play fun. I want to hear so experienced and ideas about how we can incorporate our little fetish into an extremely public play weekend.
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Hi :) I have been wanting to get some new ideas for fun as a male when it comes to peeing / wetting. So I am wondering what everyone's favorite thing to do is when they want to have some fun :) Any ideas and suggestions are very welcome :D :D Joe :)
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Hi guys and gals, this is the second video I am putting up of my girlfriend wetting for me. It is the same girl from the first video, only this time I am the one shooting it and the lighting is much better. The one thing I will apologize for is my talking during the video and instructing her what to do. She has wet for me a lot of times previous to this and I believe does know what to do for the most part, but I was excited and wanted to instruct her around. The other video can be found here: https://omorashi.org/topic/14666-my-girlfriend-wetting-for-me/ This isn't t'he best one I have of her wetting, and if you'd like to see what else I've got leave me some good rate ups and comments <3 Enjoy! ps I took it on my iPhone hence the vertical shot, I think you will still like what you see [Attachment removed by authors request]
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