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  1. I remember seeing her on Pornhub with an ample amount of content. What's weird is I forget her account name. It happens. Beautiful ones come and go. It's the nature of the wet beast, so to speak. What's unforgettable is seeing a lovely lady having a lot of fun with pee. A British type dialect. A well shaped body. So on and so forth. This is just a short compilation from thisvid . There's more out there. Please, add them. Let's remember. ❤️ *Warning: Nudity and Enjoyable Mastubation PHubGirlGone2.mp4
  2. Late afternoon my wife comes home to get changed to go out for dinner with me, but before getting changed, she steps into the bath and completely soaks her sweat pants and my wandering hands in the process. Then its a quick clean up and off to dinner. We get home a few hours later and protect the living room carpet with a shower curtain and sheets. This had been pre-planned all week. She announces how excited she is and how 'full' she is. For the next hour or so, she slowly wets herself freely around the living room and bar, on my lap, into my hands, into MY opened pants and just a little pee onto me. There was lots of rubbing, kissing, licking and teasing by both of us and no rush to get changed by either of us...until she laid me down, dropped her pants, stood and peed all over me and the sheets. We then put dry clothes on our soaked skin for round 2! the next hour looked much the same with her wetting and consuming more water to prolong the fun as long as possible. She reveled in letting out small streams every few minutes, slowly growing the wet patch that she was showing off. This time she saved most of her pee for a shower and didn't hold back and let loose all over me. I pulled her down and in close to get a close up as she peed over my already soaked boxers, stomach, chest and neck. Then I lost all inhibitions and pulled her over my face and to my mouth. She asked if I wanted her to to keep going, I said "yes, lets do it". Long story short, she peed for a good 5-10 seconds into my mouth as I went down on her. With no shame I swallowed a bit too. We made out for bit then she pulled my wet boxers off, knelt down in her giant puddle and orally pleased me for a bit. We enjoyed some hot sex after that, then went to bed. Strangely, neither of us got cleaned up. We went to bed enjoying that slight scent of pee that pretty much covered us from head to feet. At least I did. Pee was absolutely everywhere. Fast forward a few hours into the night and my wife wakes up to pee as she had been pretty full still. She mounts me in what I figured was going to be some straight up sex, but after being insider her for a couple minutes, I feel an unmistakable warm sensation spread up my abdomen, across my thighs, and under my ass. The bed was unprotected so she did not let fully loose. The sex was noisy and sloppy, but in a good way. When I was done, my wife wanted me to go down on her and get her off. So I did without hesitation or concern for how much pee I could smell and taste. Then we went right back to sleep. We woke up in each others embrace, enjoying the moment and reflecting back on how wild we had been. Our bed and bodies had a pleasurable faint smell of pee that we surprisingly (for her) were in no rush to get away from. There was lots of fondling and kissing. We eventually got our spent bodies out of bed, and as we walked to the kitchen, she asked if I wanted to go one more round while we still had the house to ourselves. Yup. So she sent me to grab the curtain and get it under the bedsheets quickly. She was on top of me in seconds, peeing a torrent over my shaft. Mid-stream she reached down with her hand and inserted me into her without ever stopping her pee. She peed as much as she could during sex. This pee was different though. It was the first time we played with morning pee but it wasn't too strong. Just very very obvious. Then we just laid there and caught our breath. I had to pee badly too, so I laid on my back, pointed myself straight up and peed a little fountain all over me. She just stared and smiled, admitting that this is all too fun. She keeps pushing her boundaries. How in the hell has my wife gone from being fairly vanilla sexually, to madly wanting pee sex? When she first wet herself for me about 4 months ago, I thought that was going to be it, and was just happy to experience it. She says she just loves it in a fun an passionate way. Neither of us are into humiliation or power dynamics. We just seem to enjoy pee, and I never thought I'd ever say that. It was always my little kink. I know how lucky I am. We have both expanded our boundaries together, like being covered in pee together for a 12 hour stretch, tasting her own pee on me and straight up peeing in my mouth. She wanted a debrief on that aspect and all I could say was that it never crossed my mind as an option. She asked "did you actually drink any? And?". All I could muster up was: "a little bit and it was totally fine". She responded with "interesting". She didn't know my boundaries, and truthfully, neither did I. As we were cleaning up, my wife offered a random statement that she was not into getting peed on but loves peeing. She then left it with: "But someday who knows? I never thought I'd be enjoying this, and here we are!" Here we are!
  3. My wife has known for a long time that I have an 'interest' in wetting and pee play. She would often reference this in foreplay to add some excitement. A little over a year a go she made a bet with me saying that if I could meet her exercise challenge, she would wet herself for me. I met the challenge and she slow played her end of the bargain for almost a year, and I never expected or asked her to actually go through with it. Well, one night she called me into the bathroom and put on a show for me. I was shocked and she knew how much that did for me. I didn't think it did much for her. She was nonchalant if not a little humored. The sex afterwards was amazing and I think she started to make the she peed a little or a lot. This was certainly never a thing before. Fast forward 3 months I didn't see this coming and it was all her own doing. Very recently my wife woke up from what she called a 'sexy' dream, and shortly thereafter came downstairs to pull me of the couch. She had a wet patch the size of a grapefruit and coaxed me up to bed. There wasn't much coaxing. She proceed to pull me on to our bed when I quickly noticed that she had protected the mattress (with a new shower curtain). This was seemingly out of left field. She laid me down and proceeded to crawl on top of me, eventually letting go of more pee through her pants and directly onto my boxers, soaking them in the process. After a little fondling by both of us, I went straight down on her with her pants still on. By this time that patch was a considerable size. After pleasing her orally, she laid there relaxed trying to pee some more. She let out several streams making sure I wasn't missing it. How could I, there was a little pool forming too. I was shocked that she had no qualms about pee being everywhere, the faint smell, and the fact that it was even on my lips as I kissed her. She eventually got on top of me naked, relaxed, and tried to pee some more. It was slow to happen, but once it started flowing, she must have let out a good 5 or 6 solid streams onto my boxers and 'private area', then all over my shirt. She said the dream involved pee, and most shockingly said the experience was a lot of fun and that she liked it. I can say that she was super turned on the whole time. This happened for 4 of the next 5 nights until we came back to earth. She says that I 'ruined her' 😉 and can't believe how much she enjoys it. WOW! It hereafter has been a semi-regular thing
  4. This was a roulette I made a few weeks ago for on-purpose bedwetting. For those not familiar (I don't see them very often here), roulettes are a kind of choose-your-own-adventure where all of your tasks are chosen by a die roll or other random number generator. I originally posed this on a different forum. People mostly liked it, though some complained my text was too small. 24 Hour Bedwetting Challenge.svg
  5. Hi, Couldn’t not share my new favorite PH find. Her current video is outstanding, as are her other videos. Newest Video https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6264a17877d41 Main Page https://www.pornhub.com/model/lavendarrayne Hope you enjoy!
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    *nudity warning* I was having some fun last night after a chilled Sunday, I was also really desperate to pee as I'd been drinking tea all evening! I was kissing my boyfriend while straddling his lap and grinding on him wanting to have sone fun, but if course I'd need holding my pee and was really desperate I could barely hold it. So he said I can just go on him if I want to, so I just released a torrent of pee all over him while grinding 🤭💦 You really hear it loudly hissing as I totally let go all over his boxers! What a relief! 😍 Why stop for a bathroom break when your having fun? 😏 so much nicer just to relax and wet yourself all over your partner without a care in the world!
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  7. View File ⭐ *Nudity* Kinky Naked Peeing Girl Grinds On Boyfriends Lap In Bed - Soaking Him! *nudity warning* I was having some fun last night after a chilled Sunday, I was also really desperate to pee as I'd been drinking tea all evening! I was kissing my boyfriend while straddling his lap and grinding on him wanting to have some fun, but of course I'd been holding my pee and was super desperate I could barely hold it. So he said I can just go on him if I wanted to, so I just released a torrent of pee all over him while grinding 🤭💦 You can really hear it loudly hissing as I totally let go all over his boxers! What a relief! 😍 Why stop for a bathroom break when your having fun? 😏 so much nicer just to relax and wet yourself all over your partner without a care in the world! Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 08/02/2021 Category AliceWetting
  8. View File New! - Couple Peeing The Bed Together (M & F) *some nudity* Watch me slowly wet the bed with my bf as we watch tv in bed. He gently massages my bum as I flood my panties, then he let's it all go in his white boxers 😌 Sooo relaxing ❤ Submitter AliceWetting Submitted 06/07/2021 Category AliceWetting  
  9. 443 downloads

    Watch me slowly wet the bed with my bf as we watch tv in bed. He gently massages my bum as I flood my panties, then he let's it all go in his white boxers 😌 Sooo relaxing ❤
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    I am cleaning up in the basement, where I have a sleepcouch (daybed). I expect guests so that is why I am actually there. I want to test the bed in my pajamas (white pants and slightly transparent light blue top), but I can't just pee on the bed, so I pee on a wooden table next to the bed. I want to lie down in my piss and soak my top. I do that and it gets all transparent and you can see my breasts through it. I think I can lie down on the bed in my wet clothes now. It will probably dry up before my guests arrive, so it should not be a problem. After looking at the stain I made on the bed, I decide I could pee some more. So I pee through my white pajama pants on the bed. Naughty as I get, I pee again and again... and again. And more and more. I get so turned on that I just can't stop, ruining the whole bed. I just soak the whole bed all over. My feet and legs are totally wet as well. I stand with my dirty feet on the bed and I still want to pee more. I wet some more dry places when I want to pee on the back of the couch as well. I sit on the back and let the pee run down on the seating area. Still not done, I pull my pants down, revealing my freshly shaved pussy (beware: nudity). Although I can't pee more, I see the huge stain I made and I suddenly get the urge to roll around in it, which I do. I get up to show you how I pee-ravaged the daybed, while I go sit in my pee puddle that is still on the table. It amazes me how much I peed in this clip. Save the $14 and download it for free now. It is a naughty clip that I find very exciting, yet it never really got the attention it deserved. You can view it's original location here in my studio: 'HD' 'Bed(couch) and table wetting in white pajamas'
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  11. Tang

    An unexpected visitor

    'Oh god, I swear it's coming out' panted Jane as Dave pulled her next to him. 'Not yet it's not. Besides, we've got plenty more to do before...' At that moment, there was a knock on the door of Jane's flat. Jolted from their game, they both looked at each other, simultaneously thinking 'who's that?. Anticipating the un-asked question, Dave said 'I'll go and see' and walked the few paces from the living area towards the front door. Unlocking, unchaining, then finally opening the door he was greeted by Jane's neighbour, an elderly woman, Michin or Melchins or some such, he couldn't remember. 'Hi, can I help you?' he asked as he looked at the tiny Mrs Melchins-Michin. Standing at only 4' 10" Mrs Melchins-Michin was indeed small. Elderly, frail, insubstantial. If I were to slam this door shut right now, the air current would probably blow her right down the hall, Dave thought, amused at the mental image of Mrs Melchins-Michin cartwheeling down the corridor. 'Listen here, there's some fucking terrorists here and I want you to deal with them' said Mrs Mitchinson. 'There' she continued, pointing a bony sliver of a finger at three kids playing at one end of the corridor, about 20 feet away. 'Well, are you going to do something...fucking, fuckers'. Hearing profanity from the elderly always seemed jarring to Dave, and even more so from the tiny pensioner now stood before him. Dave stepped outside of Jane's apartment door, and looked at the three innocent kids, one of whom had a skateboard and was showing off to his two mates. ''Well?' enquired Mrs Mitchinson with her incongruously substantial strong voice. 'Oh, I think they're fine, really, aren't they just playing?' offered Dave, attempting to both re-assure his caller, but mostly just wanting to end the conversation. 'Look, here, one of those little bastards is black! A black bastard' continued the now irate pensioner, 'what more proof do you need, If I had my way I'd...' 'Well, I...I really don't think they mean any harm' Dave interrupted, realising the futility of challenging the racism and anticipating a flood of vitriol that was threatening to come from those thin, mean lips. 'I'll tell you what, I'll ask Jane, she lives here and maybe she knows them, you know, can put your mind at rest?' Dave stepped back inside the flat and called to Jane. 'See, I'm sure they're just playing, aren't they Jane, you know them don't you?' he repeated, nodding over to the three kids then alternatively nodding at Jane and smiling at the poisoned dwarf. 'Oh yeah, it's ok Mrs Mitchinson, I know them, well, two of them anyway' said Jane, 'they live in one of the flats here. They'e ok. Really' The gathering at Jane's door, plus the preternaturally loud voice of Mrs Mitchinson had caught the attention of the three boys; now torn between their usual passtimes and commotion outside Jane's flat. The six of them, 20 feet apart, now stood watching each other. 'What's wrong with you anyway? said Mrs Mitchinson, directing her gaze to Jane, 'fidgeting like you've got a fucking ferret up you skirt'. Dave looked at Jane, recalling what'd they'd been doing before they were interrupted by this diminutive Nazi, and smiled. He left the question hanging but agreed Jane was fidgeting. They'd been together for nearly nine months and, although neither would be foolish to admit it out loud, both felt they'd finally met their perfect partner. Intellectually, emotionally, sexually: they clicked. They even matched each other in height - both being 5' 7". He a little below average in height and she a little over. The last 3 months of their relationship had really taken off, when one night, emboldened by drink they'd both confessed to being turned on by pee-play. It was, Dave warmly recalled, Jane who'd first volunteered her pleasure in this fetish, and that comforted him greatly. 'You ok Jane? You look a little shaky?' Dave smiled at his girlfriend, placing his arm around Jane's waist. His hand running along her back he felt the outline of the dressing he'd applied earlier. Tightly wrapped around her waist, the under-garment applied constant pressure to her bladder. Squeezing and reducing her capacity, not only did this reduce the chance of any medical complications, but it introduced additional private ritual into their games, which when played out publicly, like now, magnified the intensity of their arousal and, for Jane, gave an additional focus of pleasure. 'I'm fine Dave, just a little light-headed maybe' Jane smiled back at her boyfriend, 'I think I've maybe drunk too much' The double-entendre was lost on Mrs Mitchinson as she looked from Jane to Dave before finally resting her scowling, narrowed eyes on Jane. 'Never had a drink in my life' she boasted pointlessly, 'never will either' she continued, looking accusingly at Jane. Jane looked back at Mrs Mitchinson, feeling mischievous she goaded her accusator, 'well, that'll stop soon enough' she said, placing a hand over her stomach and patting it. Turning toward Dave, he grinned and immediately placed his hand over hers, 'Oh yes, quite' added Dave, pressing her own hand down harder on her bladder. With one had on Jane's back and the other cupping Jane's on her stomach, Dave began to apply slow but constant force on Jane's bladder. He felt her trembling slightly under his hands and knew how desperately she needed to pee. Knew how carefully she was attempting to hide it. He moved his right arm lower and placed his hand over her arse, forcing her hips forward making it harder for Jane to control her abdominal muscles, 'You see Mrs Mitchinson, we're going to have a...' 'OOhh' moaned Jane as she felt the first squirt of urine leaving her bladder. Dave felt it too. He pushed harder onto her stomach, his hand on top of hers, making her the author of her own public shame. 'Oooh, that's nice' said Jane, the pain of her bladder only imperceptibly lessened due to her leaking, but now conscious of a warm, ticklish feeling escaping her knickers and flowing down her inner thighs. Jane opened her legs slightly and allowed her liquid to flow down her legs. Mrs Mitchinson, oblivious to the scene enfolding before her, although not what you'd call smiling, managed to lessen her scowl by some degree, '... a FUCKING BABY!' she exclaimed, finishing Dave's lie in the least appropriate manner. 'Just make sure it doesn't turn out like those bastards' she added, turning to point at the three kids. 'Oh, I can assure you there's absolutely no danger of that', Jane said, enjoying the deceit and feeling horny at having wet herself in front of her neighbour. Whilst thinking about how horny she felt, and with Dave's hands encircling her stomach and arse, turned to look at Dave, then deliberately released another stream of her pee. They both heard it hhhhsssss out from her for a second or two, so Jane knew right then that Dave knew that she'd intentionally peed herself in front of her neighbour. 'Well, like I say, I'm sure those boys are fine Mrs Mitchinson, so, we need to be getting inside now, we've got things to do' said Jane and started to back away inside her flat, 'we'll see you around'. And before the old crow could respond with any more of her spiteful, joyless comments, Jane and Dave had disappeared back into her flat and closed, re-chained and locked door. 'God, I feel so turned on right now', said Jane as she embraced Dave, 'feel how wet I am'.
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  14. Just a wet little pee on my leather couch. want some custom content? Message me for more details 🥰 thank you all
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  16. View File Wet play day fifth wetting Fifth video from my wet play day, wetting myself for fun, see post below for the story. I was trying to hold as long as possible so was really desperate. I was also getting really horny so played a little with my own puddle 😉 Submitter kinky_Mr Submitted 10/15/2020 Category Male  
  17. It was the end of college classes for the day. Tiffany had drank enough lots of apple juice at lunch. Therefore she had to pee real fuckin bad. She was holding her vagina in the seat hoping that will burst out. plus she would be too embarrassed to tell her girlfriend Audrey if she did piss her panties. The teacher, aiko was staring at her seductively the whole time she was holding her vagina. But Tiffany had urine fetish so every time she would sit on the toilet and pee, she would put her hand over her vagina and drink the pee on her hand. Her bladder was about to explode so she was gonna have quite a day until… “Tiffany?” “Not now, miss Yumi unless you want me fuckin soak my favorite pair panties.” “Oh, no go and pee in here!” “Uh…?” “In my mouth that is, I want to taste your delicious urine!” Tiffany’s face was bright red right now because she was totally unaware that her teacher had a urine fetish as well but she was ready! “Okay! Your mouth is loaded with my delicious urine!” So tiffany laid down on the desk, while her teacher slowly pulled down her pastel panties, it was literally about to burst out, she was feeling like it was not going to make it into her mouth, she held it as hard as she could and when aiko pulled the panties all the way down her legs she finally let it come out! Aiko kneeled down to make sure the 20 year old blonde girl’s urine went directly into her mouth. She actually was urinating all over her clothes, all the way down to her crotch area making her violently horny. But none the less she managed to taste some of it. “Mmmmmm…. That was fun! Do you want to taste some of mine tiff? I’ve been holding it the whole time during class!” “Fuck yeah!” Aiko took off all her clothes stripping down to her lacey bra and thong. She quickly slipped off her thong putting her pussy over the blondes face. She was loving the scent of it already and while her vagina was in her face, she played with her vagina rubbing it and beginning to insert her fingers into her slowly dripping hole to increase the pleasure. She then released her yellow liquid into her mouth and her teachers urine tasted even better than her own. She also came all over the desk because of all the pleasure she was feeling right now. “It was so much playing with you miss yumi! But i gotta go! I have a date my girlfriend audrey!” “Okay, bye huh!” said aiko as she blew a kiss to the blonde “Oh, thats right i have a date with her mom tonight mom tonight i almost forgot!” Thats right, aiko had recently started dating her students milfly mother, jessie also know as misty. She was gonna tell her that she drank her daughter's urine to see if she could drink her urine. “Audrey!” tiffany said running into her girlfriend's arms “Whats up babe you ready to go to the goddamn ice skating rink?” “You better fuckin believe it!” (Sniff)” whats the fucks that smell it smells delicous!” “It’s a long story! Lets just say i miss yumi gave me some homework help!” “Oh, quite the feisty one now huh? Sex with the teacher?” “There was some fetishes involved too!” “Oh, i love that shit babe! Lets just go already!” So as they were going to the ice skating rink, aiko met up with jessie… “Milf muffin? Are you here?” “Hey, whats up girlfriend?” said jessie excitedly giving aiko a hug and kiss hello “How, was tiffany today?” “Well, something happened today! I drank her urine then i rubbed and fingered her little pussy while she drank mine!” “Oh, what a bad girl! You want my load? I have to go because I’ve been drinking beer all damn day.” “Want? Want doesn’t even FUCKING DESCRIBE ITTTT!!!” Shouted aiko as it began Meanwhile Tiffany and Audrey walked into the ice skating rink. They picked out their desired ice skates from the from and got into the rink. They were dancing until they were going backwards and crashed into the wall. “Oh, no! Tiffany are you okay?” “Yeah… I think so!” “I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I let you get hurt!” “Don’t worry about it! It's my fault!” “I need to check you bruises! Like I said I won’t let anything happen you, what have I done?!” She lifted up her skirt to see if her sliky legs were damaged until she noticed there was a little wet spot on her panties left from when aiko was trying pull them. Audrey smiled seductively and said “I think I know what fetishes were involved between you and miss Yumi!” “Well do you have to pee, Audrey?” Asked Tiffany blushing a deep red “I sure do! I’ve drank loads of vodka because I missed you so much!” “Undo my shirt, piss on my boobs, and then in my mouth, okay?” Whispered Tiffany into her lover's ear Back to Jessie and aiko, they had gotten completely naked, still fingering each other, and sucking on each other's big boobs. They had released all of their urine all over each other. “Did you get this on camera?” Jessie said inserting a dildo into aikos pussy “we are so putting this on pornhub” Aiko noticed the camera in front them which was supposed to film an educational video but instead got full on lesbian pee play on camera. “Yeah, I think i did with that camera right there!” “Awesome, lets upload this while still naked!” “We have to destroy the tape after the upload though!” “We will, we’ll do that naked too!” “Let's just stay naked forever!” “Sounds good baby!” Said Jessie as she turned on the computer and started to upload it with her lover Back to Tiffany and Audrey… Audrey pissed all over Tiffany’s perky breasts and noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. She also tasted it. “Damn… That was nice, honey but no one noticed it because there's no one else at the ice skating the rink.” “Yeah, we gonna get up too, did miss Yumi have any plans?” “Yeah, she's dating my mom?” “The milf? if we search lesbian pee play on pornhub, I bet they will be the most recent upload!” “Let's check on my phone right now!” “Okay!”
  18. I'm curious about something, and I'd like to ask a question. If this applies to you, feel free to give your input if you wish. For those of you who are in a monogamous, closed, relationship with someone who wants nothing to do with your watersports fetish: What is your outlet for your fetish? How do you express it? Is it a satisfying outlet, or do you feel a little slighted and yearn for more? Since I was once in that exact situation, here's my answer: My outlet was the internet, watching videos, chat and webcam bullshit, and pissing myself whenever I could get away with it and sharing pics and stories about it online. Of course, I had to wait until he left the house (which rarely ever happened), because he said he never wanted to see it ever again, because it was the "nastiest thing" he ever saw, after I once wet in front of him. At first, I was satisfied with the online shit, but within a matter of less than a year, I wanted the real thing. While I was happy that my photosets and stories were being enjoyed, I felt sad not having someone to share it with. NOTE: I'm not in this situation any longer, and haven't been for years, I'm divorced. I was just curious how other people deal with it.
  19. I just purchased this new video on My Dirty Hobby of a really good looking lady peeing in a glass and pouring it all over shirt and body. Warning NuditySchande! Ich habe auf Inguschetien gepisst mit Camilla_Moon8.mp4Schande! Ich habe auf Inguschetien gepisst mit Camilla_Moon8.mp4
  20. Over the years, I've done some things I probably shouldn't have, or regret doing, in pursuit of pleasure while expressing my favorite fetish, pee play. Here they are, in no particular order: 1. Wetting pants I had no intention on purchasing in a dressing room at Kohl's, just because I thought they looked stupid and wanted to see what they looked like wet. 2. Starved for pee play, I pissed all over a guy who wasn't okay with it. His exact words were that he wasn't sure, but I said I was going to do it anyway, and did. He got up and went right into the shower. 3. Kind of on the fence with this one, but every time I've peed down a slide. Part of me thinks it's okay, because it's one of those things that everybody does. It's something I haven't been able to stop doing, so I try to plan it on days it will rain. 4. Ruining a room at Motel 6 the first time I ever met someone else into pee play. We tried, but we got too wrapped up in each other to really care what we were actually doing, and didn't even notice the true gravity of the damage until we were getting ready to leave. That was the pissiest hotel room in the history of mankind. We left a large tip, but I haven't tried renting a room at the Motel 6 since. I'm sure there are some more to come, but let's hear yours...
  21. After five years, I finally got my cute straightedge guy (whom I still haven't thought of a clever nickname for) to get into watersports. I'd been giving him goldenshowers for some time, which he really, really enjoyed. Finally, I told him that he didn't have a choice, the next time he came over, he was going to be an active participant. So, the next time he came over, he was so bursting I had no problem feeling his swollen bladder; I was very impressed, never would have thought he could hold that much (he's a short, slender guy). Since it was his first time, we had to deal with that mental block I never seemed to have, but I was patient, and held him tight while he managed to soak his boxers and make a big puddle in our "safe spot". Of course, I got to keep those boxers, and rewarded him with a goldenshower. Due to the amount of water he'd had, it wasn't long before he had to go again, and I let him give me a goldenshower, too. He was thrilled by my reaction, how I rubbed his piss all over my skin. Before he left, he had to go again, and this time, we just stood on the blanket, holding each other, while he peed down both of our legs without much hesitation, he was getting over that mental block, apparently. Ever since that night, he's been hooked on pee play. So proud of myself!
  22. Fandom: Doctor Who Characters: Clara Oswald and the Twelfth Doctor Summary: Clara discovers the Doctor’s extremely taboo fetish and thinks it’s hot. Rating: M This was originally two fics. I combined them into one for ease of posting. Content: Desperation, wetting, self wetting, piss play and voyeurism.Alternate link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11795847/1/Clara-Discovers-the-Doctor-s-Fetish Don’t like? Don’t read. XXX Clara’s first suspicion occurred as a freak rainstorm soaked her and the Doctor. As she stood there, dripping from the rain, she noticed the Doctor’s white buttoned down shirt, waistcoat, navy blue crombie jacket and matching slacks looked completely dry. His gray hair was dark and wet, the curls slicked down against the back of his neck as if he just had a shower. He noticed her glare. He smirked and a mischievous twinkle gleamed in his pale blue eyes. “Gallifreyan weave. Keeps the wet out or in. Handy for situations like this. Also handy if you never want your enemies to see you sweat.” Clara narrowed her brown eyes and pointedly squeezed out her sodden brown hair. Her wet dark brown slacks clung to her legs and the purple blouse she wore under her black windbreaker didn’t fare much better. Thank goodness this planet had a warm climate or she might be miserably chilled. How silly a petite person like her might look, shivering and drenched. “You could’ve warned me about the sudden downpours,” Clara complained. “Oh, rainforest isn’t enough of a warning?” The Doctor stuffed his hands in his pockets. After a minute he sighed and his shoulders relaxed. “Honestly, Clara,” His voice had an odd note in it she didn’t know what to make of, “Being wet never killed anyone…unless they got wet in freezing temperatures, that is. But only pudding brain idiots do that.” She huffed playfully back as the Doctor gave a little shake of his shoulders and walked away. The dry ground beneath the tree they took cover under was wet. Wetter than normal rain runoff. Clara tried to shake the thought off. The Doctor was an alien who could hold his wee for who knew how long. She rarely saw him use the loo - actually she only saw him go to it at her flat. Thinking about needing the loo had her realizing she needed to go. No point in taking her blue lace knickers down since she was already soaked. She sat on a wet log and contentedly pissed through her knickers and slacks. Not because she had to go badly. She just wanted to and it wouldn’t be noticed anyway with her clothes already wet. Her wee hissed loudly, tickling her clit. She pretended to pick at her fingernails. The Doctor glanced at her and walked away to examine the sky. “More rain is headed towards us,” He said. Clara pushed her bum against the log to wring the excess wee off and stood. “I’m going back into the TARDIS. I’m already wet enough.” She smirked as she walked past him, wondering if he smelled what she did. The blue British police box was so familiar to her that it never looked out of place or odd to her no matter the setting. Clara stepped through the creaky door. As she closed it she saw the Doctor sit on the log she just used. Now she really began to wonder. XXX Clara found the TARDIS already in her living room when she arrived home from work. She bypassed the blue box to use her loo down the hall. She pulled her black tights down, pissed on the toilet through her gray cotton knickers and moaned in relief. Then she pulled her tights back up and rearranged her skirt so the wetness stayed close to her pussy. Just as casual as could be. “Doctor?” She entered the TARDIS. “Under the hood!” The Doctor called back from the floor below the main console. “What'cha doing down there?” Clara called. He didn’t like her venturing down there and she respectfully stayed on the main console floor. The Doctor jingled some tools. “She made a bit of a noise when I landed her.” “The TARDIS always makes a noise when you land,” She pointed out. “Yes, but this was a different noise.” “Hm.” Clara grabbed one of the monitors and twiddled a few buttons. The cameras below zeroed in on the Doctor. Now she could see him. She had a split screen - one on his face and another on his whole body. The Doctor had on his space hobo outfit. Two T-shirts under a dark green hoodie and dark gray tartan trousers. He’d taken his hoodie and crombie off to better get underneath the control panel. He was laying on his back, his big bushy eyebrows frowning at something out of Clara’s sight on the monitor. Clara watched the Doctor’s legs wriggle and bounce. The outline of his cock was obvious through his trousers. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He kept bumping his knees together and his face had its usual severeness of intense focus. “So what do you think is wrong?” asked Clara. “Could be a fluid leak hitting a motherboard. Should be fine once I replace a few components.” “Ooh, I’ll let you concentrate then. I’ve got some papers to grade anyway, so let’s both work.” “Ah, thank you.” Clara got the papers out with no intent to actually work on them. They were already finished. She pulled her iPod out too and popped the earbuds into her ears. She had no intention of turning them on. “I’m listening to my music, so give a shout if you need my attention.” “Of course.” The Doctor bounced his legs faster. He worked one handed now, the other firmly gripping his crotch. Clara enjoyed the view of his thighs flexing. He let go of his crotch to solder something and a small wet patch appeared near his fly. Oh, so these were regular trousers, eh? The Doctor’s leg bouncing sped up. He suddenly closed his legs and straightened them as he unzipped his fly. He let his big uncut cock hang out. The puckered opening in his foreskin glistened with wee droplets. The Doctor resumed jiggling his legs without bending them. Oh, the things that man did when he thought nobody was watching. Clara licked her lips. He grimaced and dribbled more wee onto his trousers, darkening them from the outside. A shift in position flipped his cock onto his stomach where he spurted again. He pushed it to point towards his feet and soldered two wires. Wee kept escaping one drop at a time, turning slowly into a thin, weak stream. Clara saw the Doctor bite his bottom lip. His forehead wrinkled as if it hurt. Then he relaxed with a sigh and the weak stream became a huge fountain from his semi erect cock to soak his trousers. His foreskin gave his stream a very focused spray. He pissed like a racehorse like that for ten seconds before stuffing his wetting cock back into his trousers and zipping up. He casually kept weeing in the left leg of them as he soldered something to a motherboard and attached it somewhere out of sight of the monitor. The dark stain grew until most of his left leg glistened. He looked totally casual like it was perfectly normal to wet his trousers while working. The puddle beneath the Doctor drained down a grating on the slanted floor. But first it hit the back of his shirt since he lay in the drain’s path. Now the Doctor wasn’t working anymore. He lay there, eyes closed, enjoying the relief of his long wee. He gave a sexy post piss shudder of his shoulders and that was when she knew his bladder was empty. Clara watched him dip his hand into his puddle and rub himself through his glistening tartan trousers. Her hand wandered under her skirt to fondle her damp crotch through her wet tights and knickers. It didn’t take her long. She held her moan when she came. He didn’t because he thought she was listening to her music. His voice was low and sexy and he bore his teeth as he added cum to his piss. The Doctor splashed more of his wee on himself as he slid out from under the TARDIS engine panel he was working on. The splatter pattern on his clothes turned random, covering what he’d done. Clara switched off the monitors and bent over her papers as the Doctor bounded up the steps. She’d orgasmed with a full bladder and it protested her ignoring it by giving her urgent signals to relieve it. She crossed her legs and ignored it. Clara took her earbuds out and gaped at the Doctor’s state, feigning surprise. “Blimey, what happened to you?” “Chemical spill,” said the Doctor. He was still flushed and husky voiced from his recent orgasm. She liked how his Scottish accent sounded thicker. She jiggled her legs and noticed his eyes lingering on her a moment longer than normal. “Is the TARDIS fixed now?” He nodded. “Mmhmm. I’m going to wash up and then we’ll see how she sings.” She grinned and pretended to mark the last paper. “Take us to an alien beach if it’s fixed, okay?” “Whatever, beach it is!” The Doctor called back as he squelched down the TARDIS hallway. His shirt was soaked halfway up the back and his trousers dripped a trail. Now Clara began to suspect why the Doctor took so long to use the loo in her place. Maybe he put on a similar show and she wanted to see it. The question was how. The Doctor reappeared in his usual business casual outfit. The TARDIS sounded perfect when he cranked the main lever. He showed her a beach with sand made of mineral particles. A beautiful, sparkling place with a pale purplish sky. They walked around for hours and he pointed out several interesting rock formations and seashells. The waves reminded Clara of her urgent bladder again. She pretended to jiggle because of the chilly breeze, which made her need to wee stronger still. Clara hatched a plan while they were there. Okay, two plans. One was immediate. The other was something naughty, something dirty. She accidentally on purpose wandered a little too close to the water. A wave washed up, wetting her to her knees. “Oh!” Clara squeaked as the shocking coldness wrenched her bladder control away. A hot spurt escaped while she stood there, knock kneed and trembling. “Clara!” The Doctor raced over, pulling her away from the water’s reach. She clung to his coat. “Wait! Wait, I’m - ” Her muscles failed and a hot stream of wee poured into the gusset of her knickers. Warmth spread out and trickled down to darken her tights above where the water wet her and pooled in the sand at her feet. “I…the water startled me,” Clara sputtered. “Oh. Clara.” The Doctor awkwardly hugged her to himself as if concealing her not-really-an-accident from the world. “There, there, accidents happen.” Her breath caught, “You’re not upset?” “Tch, why? It’s just wee.” She relaxed fully and let her wee spray full blast while he held her. Closing her legs tightly narrowed her pisshole and made it burble and hiss loudly. She felt the Doctor’s two hearts hammering in his chest and listened to his breathing deepen. Suddenly, she realized his his trousers felt warmer against her stomach. The tip of his cock was right against her left hip. Still no underpants. “You’re going to get cold.” The Doctor murmured. His voice had that odd note in it she heard in the rainforest. Now she knew it meant he was having a wee. Clara pretended not to notice. She sighed as her bladder finished emptying and hugged him a little tighter against herself. She shifted to the right, which pushed his cock up towards his waistband. She relished the vibration of his stream hitting the fabric of his trousers. No wetness came through the material at all. He could piss in these trousers totally undetected. Well, aside from the puddles forming at his feet where the piss ran down inside the fabric to soak his socks and shoes. He went and went for what seemed like ages. There was that sexy post piss shudder. She loved that, like a sleepy bear shaking off after hibernation. He kissed the top of her head. “Do you want to leave?” “Yeah. It’s a bit chilly. Take me home?” Clara asked as her hardened nipples poked through her shirt. She stepped back to let the Doctor get a glimpse of that before plodding towards the TARDIS. Did she imagine him spreading his coat to flash the tent in his trousers before buttoning it to cover up? She politely took off her sandy tights and shoes before going into the TARDIS. As an afterthought, she removed her pissy knickers too. He stole many glances at her. Sometimes she ‘caught’ him and smiled sheepishly. He just smiled his shy smile back and pressed a few keys. The TARDIS whirred to life and off they went. The Doctor dropped Clara off at home. She kept the thick towel he draped around her like a blanket and casually scooped up her damp piss-scented tights and shoes. She 'forgot’ her wet knickers. The TARDIS had hardly dematerialized before she dumped her dirty clothes and raced into her kitchen. She rummaged for her toolbox and extension cord for her power drill. Her bathroom wall had a busy floral print pattern. Nobody was going to notice a hole from inside. Outside was another story. The Doctor was annoyingly observant. Clara knelt and drilled half a meter to the left of the door, putting the hole above a bookshelf. She concealed it behind a decorative vase. He wasn’t going to see that unless he went snooping. Clara peeped into the hole. She had a complete view of her toilet and shower from just under the bathroom mirror. Perfect. Now she could call up the Doctor and invite him for dinner. XXX She noticed his leg bouncing as they had dinner together at her kitchen table. Steaks with plenty of wine and tea. Always the gentleman, he washed the dishes when they were done. His leg bounced the whole time as if he beat out the rhythm to music stuck in his head. And damn his legs looked good in those fitted piss hiding trousers. “Oh, by the way,” The Doctor produced Clara’s wadded up knickers from his pocket, “You dropped these yesterday.” They were dry with a distinct crusted cumstain in the gusset. “Oh! Sorry. Thank you.” Clara swiped her undergarments from him and hurried to toss them in her dirty clothes hamper. “I can finish that,” She said when she returned to the kitchen. The Doctor shifted his weight foot to foot. “No, you cooked. It’s only polite that I clean.” “But you look like you need the loo.” His thighs flexed as if expressing his frustration. “I’m almost done, Clara.” He finished rinsing the last dish and set it aside in the drying rack. He didn’t bother drying his hands before making a beeline down the hall. Clara waited to hear the door close before tip-toeing to her hidden peephole. She saw the Doctor stripping to his red silk question mark boxer briefs and step into her shower. The outline of his long cock pointed to his left hip until he adjusted it closer to the waistband and released a torrent of piss. He sighed, shoulders relaxing as he watched himself in the mirror above the peephole he didn’t know Clara was looking through. A glistening wet stain spread across the red fabric and poured rivulets down both his legs. His stream gained strength until it gushed straight through his boxers with a loud hiss. “Ohh,” The Doctor moaned. He cupped his hand in the stream and began rubbing himself. He pulled the waistband of his boxers away to expose his uncut cock. He let the jet of wee soak his chest before covering up and holding himself through his boxers as if weeing normally in the loo. He watched himself in the mirror the whole time, his face flushed with excitement. A shudder ran through him as his wee stopped flowing. Clara had never seen anything so hot in her life. The Doctor made it better by wanking through his wet boxers until cum joined his piss stain. He stood there a minute with his eyes closed to savor his wet messiness. Then he casually got dressed again. Not a single hint of wetness showed through his clothes. She was right. He had a piss fetish. Clara hurried into the kitchen when the Doctor slid his shoes and socks on. She heard him flush the toilet and wash his hands. The door swung open and he strode back into the kitchen. Now she knew why he took so long in the loo. It was hard for Clara to look the Doctor in the eye now that she knew he wore wee stained boxers under his trousers. The vague smell of piss hung around him. Very faintly, easily passed off as something he stepped in outside. “Thank you for dinner,” said the Doctor. She barely hid her smile as she faced him. “See you tomorrow?” “Mmhmm. Mind if we do dinner again?” He lingered near her, almost as if he wanted her to notice the smell on him. Then he backed away, taking a swinging step towards the TARDIS. He was smirking. “Can’t wait,” Clara grinned. Her own need for the loo was reaching a point to where she couldn’t stand perfectly still. She ran into her bathroom as soon as the TARDIS disappeared. He hadn’t washed his piss out of the shower. There was a big puddle that didn’t wick down the drain. She flipped the back of her flowy blue skirt up and sat down in it, letting it soak into her pink cotton knickers. The wee was cold, but she didn’t care as she shoved two fingers down her knickers and fingered herself to the mental image of the Doctor soaking his silk boxers. It didn’t take her long to reach a jaw clenching orgasm. She relaxed against the wall with her legs straight out in front of her and enjoyed a lengthy hissing wee that warmed her knickers and bottom. Tomorrow, she was going to let the Doctor know she was onto him. XXX The Doctor arrived just before dinnertime the very next day. His eyes went immediately to the towel on the floor in front of the couch. The same towel he gave her after she wet herself during their beach excursion. “I spilled some tea there,” said Clara when she noticed him looking. She went on, “Do you mind if we stay in after dinner? I had a long day. The kids were rough and I’m exhausted.” He shrugged like it didn’t matter. Dinner was meatloaf seasoned with spices. They drank several cups of tea. The Doctor’s leg was bouncing at the table again. He kept stopping himself and didn’t fidget while washing the dishes. As he dried the them he suggested they watch a movie. Clara found a stupid B-movie about giant iguanas. She figured the Doctor wouldn’t like anything too realistic and she noticed he didn’t go to the loo despite his obvious urgency. They sat on the couch together. The Doctor predictably sat with his feet on the towel. He let his legs flop apart in a typical man-spread. Clara playfully shoved his knee aside to sit next to him. She kept one eye on the movie and the corner of her eye on the Doctor. He’d pulled a flap of his coat across his lap to hide that he was holding himself. She pretended not to notice him suddenly press his knees together and let them flop apart again. He did it three different times. Clara heard the splats of piss hitting silk. The Doctor bit his lip as he spurted, each one audible. He adjusted himself to point up towards his waistband and sat up straighter with his knees together Finally he lost control and the splats became a steady gurgling hiss. He sighed through his nose. His shoulders relaxed and he sat back again. Clara had a hard time pretending to be interested in the movie when she knew he was wetting his trousers like that right beside her. “This movie is so…what is that human word you use? Cheesy.” The Doctor said when he reached full stream. He crossed his right ankle over his left knee and continued weeing like it was the most normal thing in the universe. “It’s cheaply made.” Clara snorted, sparing a glance at his foot where a rivulet of yellow fluid ran out the back of his left trouser leg and soaked into the towel. “I can see the strings holding up their tails,” said the Doctor. He sighed again, content. He was still going, his bladder must have been quite full. Clara’s whole body trembled with excitement because he had no idea she knew what was going on. She grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and covered herself up to the neck with it. The blanket hid her flipping her skirt out from under her bottom. She playfully threw the edge of it over him too. He stopped weeing - whether he was empty or saving some was anyone’s guess - and covered himself up to his neck too. Clara reached into her knickers and slowly rubbed her aching clit. She heard the squelching of the Doctor fondling himself. His movements jiggled the couch ever so slightly. He tensed, bit his lip and exhaled heavily. She came shortly after he did, turning her head to avoid him seeing her face. Clara tried to hold her piss in after her orgasm. She kept one hand tight against her crotch. The movie was two thirds of the way through when she gave up and let some hot wee pour out into her cotton boxer briefs knickers. The black felt couch cushion got warm as it soaked it up. “I think I see the strings now,” She said contentedly. The wee tickled her sensitive clit as it flowed messily through the gusset of her knickers. Bloody hell, it was hot to be totally wetting herself without him knowing. No wonder he got off on it so hard. “Yeah?” Clara cut her stream off even though it hurt to do so. She was still bursting when she flung the blanket off them and swung herself over to straddle the Doctor’s lap. “I know what you just did. I know what you’ve been doing,” Clara whispered in his ear. The Doctor’s cock twitched beneath her. His eyes got huge and his face suddenly took on that Doctor like smirk he got when he uncovered someone’s plan. He moved his bushy eyebrows up and down. “The engine cameras light up when they’re activated. And I know about the hole in the bathroom wall, so I put on a show both times. Clara, Clara, Clara, the odor of your wee and your pheromones are as obvious to me as perfume. Do you think I couldn’t smell you having a wee right here with me and getting horny from it?” “Do you think I couldn’t hear you doing it?” Clara countered him. She realized she heard that gurgly hiss off and on throughout their adventures, yet never attributed it to what it was until recently. “I expected you to catch on.” He grinned, licking his lips. “I only use the loo to poo. I have long underpants I can wear under the tartan trousers when don’t want the wee to show.” Clara inched her face closer to his. “That takes discrete to a whole new level.” The Doctor leaned forward. “Yes, it does.” They kissed. First with lips, then deepening to tongues. Clara emptied the rest of her bladder into her knickers while astride his lap. A long, loud stream that poured onto his trousers and ran off around his hips onto the couch. She loved how he moaned into her mouth and slid a hand down the back of her knickers. His gracefully long fingers easily reached her gushing piss hole. He moved his fingers through her stream, teasing her. She stopped weeing and undid his fly to grab him through his wet silk boxers. He moaned again as she tugged it free and shoved the tip up the leg of her boxer briefs knickers. “Clara,” groaned the Doctor. “Go in my knickers,” gasped Clara, “Please.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” She felt him relax and his powerful piss stream jetted against her engorged vulva. He pissed like a fire hose and she relished the hiss as it forced its way through his puckered foreskin. She was so turned on she came again, moaning into his mouth. His wee stream shrank and died to a dribble before stopping completely. Now he gave that little shudder that she loved so much. Clara rewarded him by humping his hard shaft with her wet knickers until white globs of cum dotted his black holey jumper. He cried out as he came like he cried out while working on the TARDIS engine the other day. They sagged against each other, soaked and smelling of piss. Clara slid her knickers off because they annoyed her now. The Doctor recovered quicker than she imagined possible, and they fucked right there on her wet couch. Their simultaneous orgasm was more intense than the ones they experienced before. Clara enjoyed a relaxing wee on the Doctor’s softening cock as they relaxed in the afterglow. He kissed her deeply while she did it. From that moment on they shared a fetish that brought them great and naughty pleasure. XXX The Doctor gave Clara several articles of Gallifreyan clothing made of the same material as his trousers. They felt like regular leggings, skirts and slacks. The insides got wet feeling while being pissed in, but kept the wetness from soaking through outside. The wetness that usually showed outside ran out of the bottoms instead, leaving puddles on the floor. This barrier worked both ways. She spilled tea on the leggings once and only felt the warmth while the tea ran off the material without staining. What amazing design. Clara stopped using the loo for anything besides having a poo or changing her tampons. She became talented at standing in the grass, on grating or near a curb so nobody saw the wee pooling at her feet. She kept a towel on the floor under her desk and enjoyed wetting during class. It was naughty, knowing she could wee any time she wanted without anyone knowing, but she pitied her students when they showed obvious distress. She always granted them restroom access when they asked. Traveling with the Doctor in the TARDIS became a lot more fun with their fetish out in the open. Clara loved embracing the Doctor from behind and listening to his long, hissing wees as much as he enjoyed hearing hers. Sometimes she stuck her hands into his trousers to feel the stream spray through his boxers and sometimes she asked to watch him piss all over himself. He liked to rub her through her knickers while she pissed torrents all over his hand. He also loved it when she pulled her knickers aside and emptied her bladder on his chest. He greatly enjoyed watching her squirm until she lost control and she rewarded him with a show every time. His displays of desperation were a joy to watch too. She loved watching him wet his tartan trousers. Once, he took her out into deep space and shut off the gravity. She watched him hold himself as he floated in the console room. He wore his tartan trousers and the first spurts showed immediately. His wee soaked through and clung to his clothes instead of wicking off. The blobs of wee grew around his shiny crotch as he pissed and only tapping his leg or wiping with his hand sent them flying freely as little spheres of amber. He left hilarious little trails of floating wee when he kicked off a railing and zoomed across the room while wetting full blast. Clara decided to give it a shot and emptied herself under her skirt. She felt the wee gush out and immediately cling to her body. Like doing it in a swimming pool or bathtub, except she had the delicious sensation of feeling it spray out of her body. She lifted up her skirt to show him the huge blob of piss clinging to her legs right before she slapped them together to send little globules drifting away. She found herself envying how he could take his cock out and piss spirals, zig zags and rings. All she managed was a messy jet. They floated together, watching their piss combine near the ceiling. The Doctor led her back to the floor and switched the gravity back on. All that piss rained down to soak them and everything else. They fucked on the floor in the midst of their mess. Clara wasn’t a bedwetter, but she discovered the Doctor was. He liked to sleep nude because of it. She convinced him to sleep in her bed because she wanted to see it happen. What a marvel it was to watch his cock dribble and gush on his stomach or leg or the mattress while he slept, unaware. She liked to aim him at her and let his wee wet her pajamas. He never went to the loo when he woke up, choosing instead to piss in whatever position he happened to be lying in. There was a morning where he lay on his back and let his wee become a fountain that sprayed the pillows and their hair. Clara watched him do that the first time and immediately spread her legs to release a torrent at his feet. Why waste a good wee? They looked at each other and grinned. Sometimes he wore his silk boxers to bed. Clara loved the gurgling hiss of his strong wee flow. She often rubbed him through his boxers while he pissed himself in his sleep. She repaid him by letting him watch her wee her knickers on the mattress. Her morning wee always hissed the loudest and smelled the strongest. He took much enjoyment in rubbing her through her knickers while she pissed in them. There was one delicious morning where he rolled over on top of her and tucked his cock down the front of her pajama bottoms. She woke up to him gazing lovingly into her eyes. Then he pissed long and hard on her clit until she came. He pulled her pajama bottoms down to lick her clean. He made her cum so hard a second time. She got him back by weeing all over his hard cock and sucking it until he moaned her name. They wore their piss hiding clothing while out in public. When alone, they wore things that showed it, and casually pissed themselves whenever they wanted. The Doctor liked to wait until he couldn’t hold it anymore and lost control. Clara enjoyed weeing whenever it suited her. Sometimes he flopped his cock out and pissed on his clothes or let it dangle to wet the couch. She had fun sitting in his lap and weeing on it like a loo. And so the Doctor and Clara continued their adventures in space and time, only now they vaguely smelled like piss and cum. Their clothes were always wet or piss stained, and they loved it that way. XXX Weeing their clothing wasn’t always sexual for Clara and the Doctor. Sometimes it was a simple convenience to not stop in the loo. Clara enjoyed coming home, dropping her bag and wandering into the kitchen without having to go right to the toilet. She often pissed in her Gallifreyan slacks, leggings or skirts while reading her bills for the enjoyment of wetting garments that didn’t show it on the outside. Another time, Clara walked into the TARDIS that had become a familiar sight in her living room. The Doctor was working under the engine again, except now he permitted her to venture down there with him. She saw his velvet coat draped over a railing, leaving him just in his navy blue trousers, waistcoat and crisp white shirt with the unbuttoned sleeves rolled up. “The TARDIS making the noise again?” “No, this time there was banging. I know exactly what it is, it’s the fixing that’s taking up time. It’s the…” The Doctor dissolved into a bunch of technobabble Clara couldn’t keep up with if she tried. He twisted to lay on his side and she heard the familiar gurgle hiss of his wee stream hitting the inside of his Gallifreyan piss hiding trousers. He pissed and pissed without missing a beat with his tools. Clara greatly enjoyed pairing the leggings with knee or thigh high boots. The Doctor sprayed the insides of her boots with something that kept the wee from damaging them. It came in handy when she woke up one morning late for school and only had time to dress, brush her teeth and apply makeup before flying out the door. She clutched the pole in the train she almost missed and forgot for a short time that her clothing wasn’t going to show wetness. There were people all around. She closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling the hot piss soak her crotch and pour down inside her leggings into her boots. She kept her legs slightly apart to minimize the hissing. That was a big gusher. Nobody around her had a clue. At school, cleanup was as simple as dumping the piss out of her boots in the ladies restroom. The Doctor liked to read a lot. There wasn’t a single time where Clara didn’t hear him piss a hard, long stream into his trousers without looking up from his book. And she never forgot the time she saw piss pouring out of his trouser legs as he strummed his electric guitar. She caught that on video on her phone and masturbated to it frequently. XXX “'Ello, Doctor, I’m-” Clara paused in her doorway after a long day of noisy kids. The Doctor had fallen asleep on her couch. He sat upright with his arms crossed and chin on his chest, snoring faintly. Sometimes he traveled so long he forgot to sleep. There were predictable small puddles by his feet from wee dribbling out as he slept. That was hot - seeing him dressed in his fancy velvet jacket with piss by his feet. Clara ran a hand over his gray hair and walked into the kitchen to make tea. He woke up at her setting their teacups on the coffee table. “How long have you been home?” “A few minutes,” Clara said. The Doctor stretched and straightened his right leg. Piss dribbled then poured out of his trouser leg as he relieved himself where he sat. Clara enjoyed the sight and sound. He smiled sleepily at her, adjusted himself towards his waistband and pushed to make his wee spray in a loud hiss. A small gesture that turned it from convenience to sexy in a flash. Clara squeezed her legs together and watched him rub his bulge. “You’re mine after tea,” She said pointedly. He wiggled his eyebrows up and down and accepted the teacup she handed to him. “I want to save up a big wee just for you.” “Make sure you wear those silk boxers and tartan trousers when you wet.” Clara’s pulse jumped at the notion of seeing the Doctor desperate. “So you can see me get wet?” Her pussy got wet thinking about it. “Mmhmm.” XXX And the next day she had a hard time keeping her mind on work. Her phone vibrated for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. She checked it to find a dozen more text messages from the Doctor. All of them asking her if he could wee yet. He was asking in jest as a pointed reminder of their game. She replied back that he had to wait until she was off work. He sent her a ten second video of his leg bouncing as he stood by the TARDIS console. She knew by the speed and amount of bounce that his situation wasn’t dire yet. That day, Clara wore her favorite emerald green satin knickers under gray Gallfreyan slacks that went with her tight black top and floral embroidered cardigan. Strappy black stiletto heels gave her outfit its finishing pop. She sat quietly at her desk while her students bent over a lengthy essay test. A glance at the clock let her know the time was up. “Pencils down and pass your tests forward,” said Clara. She stood to ensure nobody tried to scribble last minute answers and allowed her nearly full bladder a small spurt in her knickers. Wet satin felt wonderful against her clit. Papers rattled and a few students giggled while passing their tests forward. She collected them into a neat pile and tried not to fidget too much. Class ended five minutes later, turning the quiet classroom into scraping chairs, footsteps and scraps of conversation. Finally, lunch break! Clara reclaimed her desk chair and used the stiletto heels of her pointy black shoes to drag the towel under her desk closer. She relaxed her muscles enjoyed a long, hard, hissing wee. Her knickers got warm and wet and rivulets licked her thighs. The slacks showed nothing; the only evidence was the streams of fluid running off her ankles onto the towel. Nobody could see her feet unless they walked behind her desk - for that she was grateful. She lifted her feet slightly and tilted them up so her piss ran off the tips of her heels. Clara texted the Doctor again to tell him she was weeing and he better not wee too. He sent back a sad emoticon. She sent him a video of her piss streaming off her stiletto heels and reminded him again that he better not wee in his trousers without her. She finished her wee and wiped her shoes on the towel. A tiny spritz of perfume erased the scent evidence of her naughty deed. Then she got up to go into the teacher’s lounge for lunch. XXX Clara walked into her flat three hours later. She let the Doctor know she was on her way home. There was the TARDIS in her living room and there was the Doctor sitting at the kitchen table with an empty lemonade jug nearby. Good, he drank it all. He clutched himself through his tartan trousers and bounced both legs alternately. Large, fast bounces meant a very dire need indeed. Clara’s pussy got wet at the sight of his graceful long fingers clutching at his cock like that. “How was school?” The Doctor asked in a strained voice. “Fine.” She kissed him and took a little pity in the way concentration drew his bushy eyebrows together. Her hand slid across his chest and downward to touch the one holding his cock. The Doctor’s semi-hard cock was almost retracted into his pelvis from the effort he put forth into not wetting himself. Just above it, the bulge of his very full bladder. There was a dark wet streak near his left hip where he lost a spurt. He started bumping his knees together, his breath coming in short gasps like someone drowning. Clara licked her lips at the sight of the Doctor so helpless and desperate. “How badly do you have to go?” She asked. “It’s all I can think of. You were gone nine hours. I’ve been doing timey wimey things for seventy-two and I didn’t wee once.” The Doctor gasped and bore his teeth. Another tiny dark stain appeared by his hip. His knees scissored faster and the hand on his cock tightened into a vice grip. He pushed his cock to point upward at his waistband without loosening his hold on it. Clara smirked at him. “Take your hand off yourself.” He did what she said. She heard a faint splat. Another wet spot formed by his fly. “I’m…leaking!” The Doctor gasped for air between each word. His thigh muscles tightened and he pressed his knees together again. The wet spot grew from the wee dribbling slowly down his shaft. He suddenly jumped to his feet and hobbled towards the kitchen counter. He could not stand up straight without leaking. He looked pleadingly at her through blue eyes glazed in a mix of fear, arousal and sheer desperation. Clara placed her hand on his damp package. She rubbed his balls through his trousers. The Doctor took her other hand and tightly clutched it. His grip tightened when he fought another spasm resulting in a loud spurt. He tensed every muscle he had to stop it again. His lips pressed into a firm line and she knew his bladder was at capacity. Another spurt gurgled into his trousers. The stain by his fly widened. A shiny dribble ran along a fold of material above his groin to shoot down his leg. He patted both hands on the counter behind him and marched in place. His bum flexed with effort. Clara watched another dribble run down his leg. He was spurting uncontrollably. The Doctor, a man of perpetual control, was losing control. He gave a small gasp and doubled forward again. His face muscles were in on it now. He grimaced, eyes squeezed tightly shut. The Doctor gulped air into his lungs. He jerked himself up to stand straight with a faint whimper. Piss suddenly exploded out of him with the loudest gurgling hiss Clara ever heard. The crotch of his trousers was instantly dark and shiny, the wetness rapidly spreading upward towards the waistband and downward to encapsulate both legs. She heard the hissing weaken as he tried in vain to stop himself. “Oh…oh Clara, I can’t stop it. I can’t…oh, Clara!” The Doctor pressed his legs together once more and gave up. He moved his legs slightly apart in a typical guy piss position and relaxed completely. The hissing got louder as he stopped trying to hold it back. He threw his head back, mouth open and groaning as if in the throes of orgasm. Three days worth of piss poured out of his trouser legs onto his socks, shoes and created a fast growing lake on the linoleum floor. He went so much his trousers became uniformly wet and he was still going. Clara’s feet splashed into the growing puddle. She wrapped her arms around the Doctor’s neck and gazed lovingly into his eyes while his wee continued to hiss into his trousers. She smiled at his blissful expression and pulled his face close to french him. They began to make out and grind against each other. The Doctor’s stream lost its force as his cock hardened. He shoved a hand greedily into the front of her slacks and she rewarded him by wetting through her knickers on his fingers. He flicked his finger through it in circular motions, playing with her clit. The hot wee streamed down her legs to join his. Clara stopped him before she came and pulled the slacks, cardigan and shirt off, leaving her only in her pissy knickers and heels. The Doctor was still weeing slowly now because of his erection. Clara pulled the gusset of her panties aside The Doctor took his dribbling cock out of his trousers and laid her in his lake of piss as he guided himself into her pussy. They fucked frantically like starving animals that finally found food. Their motions splashed his piss everywhere. Clara could not contain herself when she felt his piss soaked clothes on her skin. She came explosively and noisily. His orgasm was equally loud and intense. She slipped off his cock when it stopped throbbing and they snogged some more. He stuck his cock back inside his trousers started weeing full force again when it softened. “Clara, I’m still having an accident,” said the Doctor with a teasing gleam in his eyes. “You sure are,” Clara retorted, nibbling his bottom lip. She loved that hiss and the warmth of his piss pouring through his soaked trousers onto her. She grabbed his bum and cupped her other hand under the trickle dripping off his fly. He pushed to make it hiss louder and dribble harder. “Mmh…feels so good…” She kissed him until he did his little shiver that indicated he was empty. Their combined piss filled the kitchen with a most erotic odor. “Stay the night?” Clara asked. The Doctor nodded with a smile. He nuzzled his mouth across her ear. “I’ll wee the bed.” “I know.” XXX Holding for so long tired the Doctor’s bladder out. Clara noticed he couldn’t hold anything for long and pissed uncontrollably whenever the urge was strong enough. He wet and re-wet his trousers twice during dinner and once as he washed the dishes. He assured her this was normal after a marathon hold and that it took him twenty four hours to recover. Watching him casually wee himself while talking to her and washing dishes was extremely sexy. His soaked trousers clung to his legs like a shiny second skin. Clara continued enjoying his repeated accidents when they watched some TV. He flopped his cock out of his trousers and pissed on the cushion any time his bladder spasmed. Clara found his wee arcs impressive. He shot one halfway across the room! Once or twice he aimed at her when she wasn’t looking and squirted her. She saved her wee until she was squirming and suddenly stood over him. She pissed on his face through her knickers. He jacked off until his cock got hard and they fucked on the pissy wet couch. They showered together to wash the piss off their skin. Just before, they stood body to body and snogged as they let their wee flow onto their feet. The Doctor stayed nude when they retired to bed. He didn’t use the loo despite being urgently in need of it again. Clara put on a fresh pair of purple satin knickers and pulled the blankets up over them as she turned off the light. She stroked the Doctor’s gray hair as he drifted off to sleep in her arms. He snored a few times and turned onto his side to face her, seeking her skin in the depths of slumber. She felt a warm dribble on her thigh. He always pissed spurts in his sleep because he didn’t push it out while sleeping like he pushed when awake. Clara relished the little bursts of wet warmth. The Doctor wet the bed until he was empty. He still did his post piss shiver and grunt in his sleep. She thought that was cute. She drifted off to sleep to the sound of his breathing. They woke up still facing each other in a wet bed smelling of cold piss. Clara rolled over to invite the Doctor to spoon with her. He slipped the tip of his cock into the back of her knickers and flooded them with fresh piss. His stream vibrated the satin gusset as it gurgled and gushed right through onto the mattress. She let go too and they sleepily pissed in her knickers together like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Good morning,” murmured the Doctor. “Morning,” Clara yawned, her stream gushing harder as she stretched her arms over her head. He tweaked her nipples and reached down to feel her soaked satin knickers. This served the double duty of fingering her swollen clit. She got turned on by feeling his cock getting hard. He slipped his hardening cock out of her knickers and let it rest against the wet gusset. He breathed heavily as he continued to finger her through the wet material and wasn’t long before she came with a sharp gasp. “Clara,” The Doctor groaned in her ear. She shivered at his Scottish burr flipping the 'r’ sound. He said her name again as if he worshiped her. His cock throbbed and semen joined the mess of pussy juice and piss. He was so turned on that he got off without being stroked. He finished his morning wee while kissing her behind the ear. Clara couldn’t think of a better way to start the day. THE END
  23. On the mornings when Matty gets up early or he gets up to go to work I will either go into Alice's room and get into bed with her or she comes and gets in bed with me and we either snuggle and watch TV or go back to sleep depending what time it is. Yesterday morning I was roused by Matty getting out of bed and he apologised for waking me and said he was going to get a shower and was then heading out to run some errands. I kissed him before rolling over and snuggling under the duvet. As I came round I noticed that I really needed a wee. The previous night me and Alice had some holding fun and all the liquid I had drunk had filtered through and filled my bladder. I was too warm and cosy to get up and go pee and decided it wasn't too bad and went to go back to sleep. As I laid there I heard movement outside the door and I looked up and found Alice walking in. I threw the duvet open and she climbed into bed and snuggled up to me. She asked how long Matty had been in the shower. I told her about 5 minutes and she said okay. I asked why and she said she had gotten up because she needed a wee but then found the bathroom locked and realised it was Matty so came and got in bed with me. I nodded and said that I needed to pee too but I was too warm and cosy to go. She laughed and said “I was too, but I really needed a wee so had to get up”. I laughed and she said she would go when Matty finished and would come back. I nodded and rolled over and turned my music on and snuggled back under the duvet. We laid there listening to the music for a while and I just thought she was being quiet but I then realised she had fallen back asleep. Matty came back from his shower and got dressed and kissed me goodbye and after he left I snuggled into Alice and went back to sleep. I woke about an hour later and the first thing I noticed was how badly I needed a wee. I put my hand between my legs and squeezed my thighs together. I laid like that for a while enjoying the feeling of my full bladder and the feeling of my steadily increasing desperation. After about 20 minutes I was absolutely bursting and I knew if I didn't get up and go pee soon I would end up wetting the bed. I put it off a few more minutes but then I heard my sisters TV turn on in her room and I knew she would be getting up soon and getting ready for work. I decided it would be best to go before she got up and went for her shower. As I manoeuvred my arm from underneath Alice she stirred. I told her I was sorry and laid watching her as she came round from her sleep. She is always so cute when she wakes up. When she came round she said good morning and I noticed she was squirming. I said good morning back and swung my legs out over the bed and stood up. She asked where I was going and I told her I was going for a wee. She moaned and said “oh god hurry up I was just about to go”. I giggled and said “you do seem a bit squirmy”. She nodded and said “I was desperate earlier but then fell asleep, now im bursting so please be quick”. I laughed and headed over to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and let go of my bursting bladder. It felt so nice as relief washed over me. The thought of Alice laid in bed squirming waiting for me to finish was turning me on so much. Eventually my bladder emptied and I got up and went over to the sink to wash my hands. As I came out of the bathroom my sister was coming out of her room. She smiled and said good morning and went past me into the bathroom. I smiled at the thought of Alice needing a wee but now having to wait. I went back into my room and climbed into bed. She was laid squirming and I leaned over and said “you look so sexy when you squirm”. She giggled and I leaned down and kissed her. We kissed for a moment before she broke away and jumped up and said “ill be back in a moment I need to go for a wee before I burst”. She did a cute little dance as if to emphasise her need before she headed to the door. I wanted to tell her that Casey was in the shower but I wanted her to find out for herself. She went across the landing and hit the bathroom door. When she found it locked she realised Casey was in there and grabbed her crotch and bobbed. She came back and said “oh god Casey's in the shower and I'm nearly wetting myself”. My eyes widened as I watched her dancing around in nothing but her sexy white knickers. She came and sat back on the bed and started bouncing. I just watched her bouncing in desperation and watching her boobies bounce. As I watched I found myself getting more and more turned on. Every few seconds she would make the sexy desperation noises like gasping and going “oooh” and sucking air through her teeth. Her hand was firmly jammed between her legs pressed against her pee hole and she was gently rubbing against it. About 5 minutes passed and she suddenly jumped up and walked over to the bathroom door. She knocked and said “CASEY!!!! please don't be long”. I heard a muffled reply and Alice said “okay....but any longer and i'm going to end up having an accident”. I melted with arousal as she said that, I love it when girls use the word “Accident” it always sounds so cute to me. She came back and stood at the bottom of the bed dancing and grabbing her crotch. Suddenly she let out a gasp and I asked what was wrong. She moved her hand and pulled her knickers tight. There was a wet patch on the front and she moaned “oh god im starting to wet myself”. She put her hand back and resumed her sexy dancing. She kept gasping and the wet patch got bigger and bigger. After she had dripped a few times the leaks started. With each leak she moaned and the wet patch got bigger and she droplets running down her thighs. I could only sit there staring at her as she slowly started losing control. Suddenly she moaned out and a spurt escaped past her fingers and shot down her legs. I followed it with my eyes as it ran all the way down to her feet. Then another followed and another. She was walking back and forth down the side of the bed in an attempt to keep control. All of a sudden she stopped and said “no no no no, I can't wait anymore, im going to burst”. I told her she could do it but she shook her head and said “Im trying but im almost weeing, its going start any second”. She stood on the spot for a moment bouncing and bobbing before moaning and saying “oh god its coming, im having an accident”. When she said that sentence my arousal took over me and my body took over. I reached over and grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed. I grabbed her leg and moved it over me so she was straddled across me. She continued her bouncing on top of me and I got so turned on. She tried to get up and I held her down. She moaned saying she was about to burst and told me to let her go. I shook my head and she said “but im about to wee, it will go all over you and the bed”. I smiled and nodded and said “yeah....thats exactly what I want”. Her eyes widened and I said “let it go baby”. She looked shocked but then a smile spread across her face. She continued bouncing for a moment and then suddenly my tummy and crotch felt warm. I looked down and saw pee pouring out of her knickers all over me. It felt so warm and wonderful and we both moaned, her in relief, me in arousal. She seemed to pee forever until eventually she stopped and let out a sigh. There was a huge puddle on the bed and I was covered in her sweet pee. I pulled her down and kissed her long and hard before rolling her over so she was laid in her puddle. I licked down her body tasting her pee on my tongue. The more I tasted the more turned on I got. I licked down to her knickers and ran my tongue up the soaked material. I licked her throbbing clit through the wet material until she was writhing in orgasmic pleasure. After her fun we got up and stripped the wet sheets off the bed and put them to wash. We then shared a nice long hot soapy shower together where we had some more fun, but I won't write about that...that's for your imagination. She certainly brightened up what was a boring Wednesday morning
  24. File Name: 'HD' 'Bed(couch) and table wetting in white pajamas' File Submitter: Sinna (2pee4you) File Submitted: 14 Jul 2015 File Category: Pajama Wetting I am cleaning up in the basement, where I have a sleepcouch (daybed). I expect guests so that is why I am actually there. I want to test the bed in my pajamas (white pants and slightly transparent light blue top), but I can't just pee on the bed, so I pee on a wooden table next to the bed. I want to lie down in my piss and soak my top. I do that and it gets all transparent and you can see my breasts through it. I think I can lie down on the bed in my wet clothes now. It will probably dry up before my guests arrive, so it should not be a problem. After looking at the stain I made on the bed, I decide I could pee some more. So I pee through my white pajama pants on the bed. Naughty as I get, I pee again and again... and again. And more and more. I get so turned on that I just can't stop, ruining the whole bed. I just soak the whole bed all over. My feet and legs are totally wet as well. I stand with my dirty feet on the bed and I still want to pee more. I wet some more dry places when I want to pee on the back of the couch as well. I sit on the back and let the pee run down on the seating area. Still not done, I pull my pants down, revealing my freshly shaved pussy (beware: nudity). Although I can't pee more, I see the huge stain I made and I suddenly get the urge to roll around in it, which I do. I get up to show you how I pee-ravaged the daybed, while I go sit in my pee puddle that is still on the table. It amazes me how much I peed in this clip. Save the $14 and download it for free now. It is a naughty clip that I find very exciting, yet it never really got the attention it deserved. You can view it's original location here in my studio: 'HD' 'Bed(couch) and table wetting in white pajamas' Click here to download this file
  25. I have an FWB that I hook up with every now and then - 24, bi curvy gal who is very sex positive and a real sweetheart. Last week I brought up omorashi to her - she had never heard of it before but after some research it turned her on, so needless to say I was very excited to try it with her. While her bladder was full and bursting, she had a bout with stage freight and could not wet herself. I probably should have brought up omo to her weeks before we met up rather than just a day before so she could "untrain" her bladder. I figured since my bladder was also full and bursting, I make the best out of the situation and wet myself with my groin rubbing up against her butt. I bought her a sexy swimsuit to wear during our play - if only she was able to wet it! She gave me her blessing to post the video here; if I sound unintelligible it's because I was lost in the moment lol bliss.mp4
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