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if you are dating someone and are involved sexually are you ok with them masturbating example being: you are both together in the same room or easily available to each other but choosing to play with yourself instead of having sex with your partner. Ive come across many guys and girls that think masturbating while with someone is a bad thing

View File JAV - Wetting and Sex Pretty straightforward, Japanese women pee and wet themselves and then have sex. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/10/2018 Category Female videos Clothing  

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View File Public Vibrator Wetting A number of Japanese women working in the service industry have remote controlled vibrators put in their panties and then proceed to have public 'accidents' while on the job. These are all followed by protracted sex scenes, so heads up. *Contains Censored Sex* Enjoy Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 08/07/2018 Category Public wetting Clothing  

What is it with guys and morning sex? Morning sex is garbage. Nobody has had a shower, or stretched out their muscles, or brushed their teeth! Morning breath isn’t sexy. And maybe it’s different for other people but when I wake up in the morning I usually need to pee. There is nothing less sexy then needing to pee. Amiright? But every dude I’ve ever dated just loves first-thing-in-the-morning sex. Apparently I’m extra hot when my hair looks like I’ve crawled through a haystack and my eyes be all crusty. You be you guys. :p I have had sympathy for horny boyfriends sometimes and let just-woke-up sex happen. It always kinda sucks, but whatever. Except this one time when it was literally the “worst sex ever.” I do appreciate that my “worst sex ever” was at least consensual, and kinda funny so... lucky me I guess. This particular morning I woke up, like usual, with a dick pressing up against my ass. Nothing wrong with that. The hot breath on my ear and the kisses of a chronic snorer were less great. I was going to excuse myself to the bathroom and breakfast, not simultaneously. But when his hands started hitting the right spots I momentarily wavered and thought “maybe morning sex would be fun today?” Spoiler; Nope! Even as I rolled onto my back I noticed I had to pee. I hate having to pee, I always pee as soon as I need to go. Like, why would you ever not? Because you are mid-sex? I say shut that shit down and go pee. Or I do now. At the time I was more thinking, “Ugh. Morning sex strikes again. Hopefully it’ll be quick, and anyway it’s not like I’m going to pee myself or something.” Ahahaha. It was not quick. Or maybe it was just normal length and it seemed long. I know I should have just hit pause but I felt like a bitch for breaking the mood. So I did not do that. Instead I just endured him slamming into my bladder like a jackhammer with every downstroke. It sucked. So after a few hundred reps of that shit I was like, “Hey dude? Why don’t I be on top for a bit?” Some guys will tell you they don’t like that. They do though. :p I had thought that not getting pounded would make me feel better. And it did, I guess, but the new upright angle made me need to pee more. Like, I hadn’t needed to pee that badly in my whole life more. It was really really bad you guys. But... didn’t want to let him down so I figured I’d just be enthusiastic and use all my best moves, make him come real quick, and then dash off. I mean, it’s not like I was going to pee myself. My bladder was abso-fucking-lutely throbbing. Hella bad. And he just wouldn’t finish. I kept telling myself, “OK girl, five more strokes, he’ll come, you can go. You can do this.” Nope! I was so uncomfortable. Worst sex ever. And then came the key moment. I felt like I was about to pee. Obviously I pulled him out of me and ran to the bathroom. Or that’s what I tried to do. I got myself off of him in a genital sense but my legs were cramping, or the blanket was on my feet, or something. Anyway, I was temporarily unable to get off my guy. Then I pissed myself. You knew that’s where this story was going. Ugh. It was the weirdest fucking feeling, peeing when you are trying with all your might not to. So I just knelt there, straddling my guy, peeing a full bladder on him. Bit of a mood killer. He was pretty decent about it. Helped me change the sheets, never asked for morning sex again. We never spoke about the peeing on him affair, thank God. But now everytime I change my sheets I see the stain in the middle of my mattress and are reminded, “Hey, remember that time you were too polite during sex and peed your goddamned bed?” Fuck morning sex. :p

AN- Hello! This is a recent furry fic I wrote. I'd love any feedback y'all may have! When a mysterious Amazon box arrived, Savannah the lioness hadn't the slightest idea how much it would change her day. Kyle, her husband, had brought it into the house, grinning widely, but the hyena was always smiling about one thing or another. His sense of humor had been one of the many reasons Savannah had been drawn to him. He'd set the package down, sliced through the tape with his claws, and gingerly held something small in his paws. Savannah regarded it with an idle curiosity. “What is that?” She questioned. Her husband had looked up excitedly. “A spy camera!” He declared proudly, holding what looked like a perfectly ordinary watch. It hadn't been large, or garish. In fact, Savannah had found it quite tasteful, a simple silver ringed digital face with a black leather band. She eyed it skeptically. Kyle started to fiddle with the buttons. He held it up to her face. “Say hi, Savannah!” Savannah rolled her eyes, but waved to the alleged camera and said hello. The hyena pressed a few more buttons, then showed his wife the watch again. To the lioness’ surprise, she heard her own voice coming back and saw the video for her half hearted wave. Huh. It really was a camera. “What on earth are you planning to do with that?” Her husband looked perplexed. Like he hadn't thought that far out, which, to be fair, he hadn't. But the expression quickly became a mischievous grin. “Oh, I have an idea. How does a challenge sound?” Savannah smirked. Kyle knew she had a weakness for proving herself the best at all sorts of things. She had a distinct feeling this wouldn't be a typical challenge, however. The look in his eye made her think he was gunning for some of his more unusual tastes. Savannah’s husband had a kink that she was willing to indulge from time to time. While it wasn't exactly her cup of tea, she found it fun occasionally, and Kyle always made it worth her while. Those challenges often yielded better rewards for her, and she was dying for a nice massage. “What are the stakes?” “Tomorrow you’ll go about your normal day, wearing this watch. The only thing I want you to do is not use a toilet.” Kyle stated. Savannah snorted. “Puh-lease Kyle. I have errands to run tomorrow, I'm not going to try to hold in my piss all day.” Kyle shook his head no. “No, you can pee as often as you need to. Just no toilets.” Savannah cocked her head, considering it. No toilet? It was… Unusual, but not terribly disgusting. She was just running errands and they had a private backyard, safe from prying eyes. Sure, that could be done. “If I win?” The lioness inquired. “Two full body massages.” Kyle responded. Savannah frowned. Desperately he spoke again. “And I'll do the yard this weekend.” Savannah was surprised. She typically had to negotiate to get to two. If he offered that right off the bat, he wanted this bad. Not mention getting out of yard work. Silly hyena. “You're on.” “Great! Midnight to midnight.” He affirmed. Savannah nodded. Savannah got ready for bed about thirty minutes before midnight. She pissed in the toilet for the last time she'd get to for a full day, so she took her sweet time. Kyle had already zonked out and was snoring loudly, but it didn't phase her. She joined him a short while later, drifting off into a restful sleep. The lioness had expected a lovely day to sleep in. She hadn't anticipated and early morning phone call. Sleepily, she answered, sounding as awake as she could manage. “Hey! So Ella just called in for the day and we could really use an extra pair of paws. Can you just work the morning? There is a big party for breakfast.” Savannah heard her coworker say. She nearly groaned, but truthfully she could have used the hours. “Yeah, I can do it. I need to be out by noon though.” She responded. “Done! Just get in as soon as you can, okay?” Her coworker chirped. Savannah gave a vaguely affirmative response before getting up. Gross, it was like six am still. She sighed, got to her paws and started to walk to the bathroom only to be interrupted by her husband’s voice. “Don't suppose you're planning on pissing in there, are you?” He asked. Savannah stopped walking, and clenched her legs together. The toilet was in sight, and had started to excite her bladder. She had forgotten their little bet. “Of course not, dear.” She said sweetly, walking over to the double glass doors opening to their backyard. The sun was just rising into the sky, truly a lovely sight as light began to filter in through the trees. She winked at Kyle before turning around, opening the door, and going outside. She padded over to the middle of the yard, feeling the soft grass under her two paws, then turning to face the bedroom. Kyle was watching curiously. The lioness decided to put on a show. She got down to all fours, something she rarely did, making sure her rump was directly in her husband’s line of sight. Her tail lifted up and to the side as she squatted slightly. Just being in such a position made her want to release, but she wanted to make Kyle wait for it. She gave it a few seconds before her urge became overwhelming, and then let go. Her powerful stream shot into ground, kicking up steam in the cool morning air. She tossed her head to look back over her neck, licking her lips at Kyle. He had stood up attentively and come to the door. She could see him stroking his morning wood against the window. She finished, stood up, and strutted back inside where she was met with a highly passionate kiss. “You know I love it when you do that, Savvy.” Kyle growled, wrapping her in her arms from behind her. She felt his cock poking against her butt, precum dribbling out as he gently pressed into her. She rubbed back against him, teasing him until he groaned and began pushing harder, pawing at her body urgently. Savannah pulled away. “I have to get ready for work, love. They called me in for a short shift.” She told him with a smirk. His frustrated whimper almost made her feel bad. “But I promise, we’ll have a great time when I get home.” She murmured, turning to face him. She nuzzled into his chest, fondling his balls for a moment before going off to take a shower. When Savannah got out, her uniform, a knee length skirt and snug fitted black top, was laid out on the bed with a cup of hot coffee and the spy watch next to it. She got dressed quickly, putting the watch on and starting to sip at the coffee. He'd made it in her to go cup, with a little cream and sugar, just how she liked it. It was considerate and something he did often, though she knew today it was not with altruistic intentions. She'd have about a four hour shift ahead of her at the little cafe she worked in as a waitress. There was no where she'd be able to relieve herself, she realized. She'd better keep that in mind throughout the day. The sleep in her eyes as she sucked down the rest of her drink didn't help. Savannah chewed the her lip, frustrated. She didn't want to drink too much, but she needed to wake up too. One more cup would probably be fine, she reasoned. She poured another from the pot in the kitchen, gave Kyle a kiss on her way on the door, and hurried to her car. The restaurant had hardly been open half an hour but was bustling with people when she got in. Charlotte, a deer she worked with, was visibly relieved as Savannah hustled to the back. “Thank goodness you're here! I'm drowning.” Her hoofed friend said. Savannah nodded, getting set up as fast as she could manage. She gulped down her remaining coffee and got out onto the floor, taking orders and delivering food with a practiced speed and politeness. Guests loved her, and they loved Charlotte too. The duo always killed it when they worked together, having developed almost a sixth sense for what the other one might be needing before it was even said. The first hour was a hectic rush of playing catch up and never fully getting there. Savannah moved gracefully around, careful to never drop a drink or plate, but the number of people was just overwhelming. She didn't even have time to think, doing her best not to pant to relieve some of the heat from her constant movement. She didn't even remember her bet with Kyle as she gulped down some ice water in the back, chugging it with urgency before dashing off to her next table. The second hour, an ugly need started to develop. She didn't have a moment to spare to give it the time of day, but Savannah felt an all too familiar pressure building inside her. It wasn't too bad yet though. Surely it wouldn't get too much worse, she reasoned. Besides, there just wasn't time to give to it. She was too focused on her next order, her next greeting, her next drink refill. When the third hour struck, Savannah knew she was in trouble. The tinkling of water into the glass made her clench her thighs. She didn't show it on the outside, but she was getting awfully full. Like that road trip she'd been on with Kyle where he had bet her she couldn't make it without asking him to stop. He'd been right. She had been about to burst by the time they reached that disgusting truck stop. She had stubbornly pissed behind the building, refusing to use such nasty facilities. But that wasn’t an option today. She couldn't just pee behind the restaurant. There was always someone back there smoking, and besides, what explanation could she possibly give? Determinedly, she held on, internally cursing out every customer who dared to order literally anything to drink. Noon was fast approaching, and the lunch rush showed no signs of slowing down. Savannah was dying. Three coffees and another healthy glass of water had worked their way through the lioness. She'd had to loosen the apron tied around her waist the had just dug in so viciously. Her bladder was now pronounced as a bulge, visible to anyone who looked at her, but her black work shirt hid it fairly well. She couldn't stand still, shifting from foot to foot even when taking orders, bouncing lightly on her toes when waiting to pick up a tray. Anything she could get away with that wasn't terribly conspicuous. Well, maybe not to most, but Charlotte noticed. The deer gave her friend a concerned look. “Hun, I know we’re busy but you look like you're about to explode, go take a piss.” Savannah blushed, but nodded. She had no idea what she was going to do, but she skittered off to the bathroom anyway, locking the door behind her. What the hell was the lioness to do? With the door closed, she shoved her paws between her legs, pushing on herself as she danced in place. Coming into the bathroom, so close to a toilet, made her urge positively overwhelming. She HAD to piss and soon. She looked around desperately, but saw nothing that could help her. Until she looked at the ground. That was it, her saving grace. The overflow drain. Moving carefully, Savannah stood over the drain. How would she do this without getting piss everywhere? She'd just had control the flow, she thought. She squatted down, making sure she was centered over the drain, before gently letting go. It was torture. She ached to just piss away, no thought to trying to hold it back so it could flow down the drain cleanly without getting all over the rest of the floor. Her bladder throbbed, trying to push her urine out faster, but she held it back as a clean stream began tinkling down. There was no relief at first. Trying to pee while not fully letting go was incredibly difficult. Savannah had to fight her own body every step of the way, but slowly her urgency started to subside. What may have normally been a fairly quick piss was slow, drawn out. She started to get nervous, this was taking too long and she needed to get back to work, but she just couldn't fully cut off her flow. After well over a minute, she finished, sighing with relief. That felt so much better. She washed her paws, and got back to work with a smile. Kyle would enjoy watching that video later. She got off work a little late, deciding to run a few errands before she'd head home. For a little more fun, she stopped at a 7-11 too. She grabbed one of the almost comically large cups, the double big gulp, and filled it to the brim with a half water half Powerade mixture. Kyle always thought it was a weird drink of choice, but Savannah liked it. She paid out, the walked herself to the car. She buckled in, got out her phone, and took a selfie of her sucking on her straw with the ridiculously sized drink prominently displayed, before sending it off to her husband. He'd have a boner she could cut glass with by the time she got home. She slid her purse into the seat beside her and took a long sip. As Savannah started the car, her phone dinged. Kyle had responded with a pair of emojis, a face with giant excited eyes and a sweat drop on top, and a heart. She smirked, pulled her camera up, and too a quick video of herself drinking enthusiastically, before sending it off as well. Kyle responded quickly again. A picture of under his work desk, showing a very obvious erection. Another text came in. “You following the rules? ;)” “You won't believe what I had to do at work.” “Oh yeah? You want to tell me?” “No, you can find out when I get home. But you're going to love it ;)” She guided her car onto the freeway. Home was a short fifteen minute drive away. Her phone dinged again, but she didn't check it. Hubby was going to have to wait. Dutifully, Savannah drank her Powerade as she drove home. Kyle worked in IT and could typically leave early if it wasn't a busy day. She had a feeling he'd get home shortly after she did, and she wanted to be ready. Truthfully, she thoroughly enjoyed indulging him. When she did this, he was ravenous for her, an almost feral level of passion and desire that didn't often get awoken in her beloved chubby hyena. She could feel her pussy getting wet with anticipation as she pulled into their driveway. Her belly was now slightly bloated, and her cup was noticeably lighter. She put away the groceries she had picked up as part of her errands, tidied the kitchen a little, then went to vacuum. About forty minutes had passed and she was feeling a certain pressure start to build below her waist. Once she had finished tidying things up, she undressed. Savannah didn't like to wear clothes in the house. She considered going outside to pee before Kyle arrived, but thought he'd be home soon and she knew he'd love it if she waited. So she waited, making herself comfortable on the couch and flipping on a show on her tv. It didn't take long for her urge to grow. With how long she'd waited in the morning, the stamina to do something like that again just wasn't there. Savannah began to get a little concerned, but heard the front door click open. The lioness grinned, cast her blanket aside, and spread out on the couch. Her breasts were on full display, and she parted her pussy lips with a paw. “Savvy? You home?” “In the living room, babe.” She called out. Kyle quickly came into view. He licked his lips, his eyes loving but almost hungry. He didn't waste any time, crossing the room to his wife. He took the unoccupied cushion on the couch, running his paws up and down Savannah, then leaning in to start licking at her pussy. He took care, long, slow licks, touching the edge of her clit but not focusing on it fully yet. Savannah shivered, Kyle had always been so good with his tongue. The tightness from her bladder only enhanced everything her lover was doing. He kept going, more and more emphasis on her clit, slowly working in his fingers, until the lioness was writhing, on the verge of orgasm, when she pushed his face away. “K-kyle.” She panted, wanting him to continue but also needing to warn him of what was about to happen. “If you make me cum, I am going to piss.” Kyle growled hungrily before diving back in. He could smell Savannah’s arousal and taste the droplets that had started to leak out. Nothing was stopping him now. Savannah was unable to hold back any longer as Kyle licked her just right. Her body tensed, she felt every muscle tighten, and then release as she came hard, her orgasm radiating outward until even the tips of her toes tingled. She roared in pleasure as the walls of her pussy clamped onto Kyle’s fingers, gripping at them as though trying to keep them inside her, pulsating like she wanted them to come in her. Sure enough, piss began to jet out with nothing stopping it. Kyle kept licking for a few moments, but had to pull back as her fluids began to overwhelm him. Savannah’s orgasm continued until her pee slowed to a trickle. She panted heavily, staring lovingly at her husband. At some point he'd removed his pants. As soon as the lioness had her breath back, she started to stroke her lover’s cock. She moved her pussy close without putting it in, rubbing herself along the outside until the hyena tried to push himself in. Then she pulled back, not quite letting him, but not taking herself fully away either, continuing to tease his throbbing dick with her slick warmth, until he couldn't take it any longer. Kyle growled, holding Savannah down against the couch and shoving himself inside her. She fought back, loving the sensation of being taken, but her was just too strong. He began to thrust hard, and Savannah moaned as she submitted to him. Kyle kept going in missionary for a time, then pulled out. He grabbed her roughly, pushing her off the couch and onto all fours on the ground, before lining himself behind her and thrusting in again. Still so sensitive from earlier, Savannah felt herself nearing another orgasm. She clenched tightly to Kyle’s dick, feeling it throb inside her. Savannah roared again as Kyle pushed her over the edge. Impossibly, more piss dripped out of her. Kyle, after the morning and the earlier teasing, couldn't hold back any longer. His load poured into his wife, filling her pussy with cum. They stayed there for a time, before collapsing to the floor in a spent, sweaty heap. Savannah nuzzled into her husband's belly. He had a bit of chub, but she liked it there. It was comfy. “I love you, Kyle.” “I love you too, Savvy.” Her murmured back, reaching down to stroke her hair. It had been a good day so far, and with half of that insane drink left, Savvy was pretty sure it was only going to get better.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." -Jane Austen Wáng Démíng was such a man, and he felt he might get his wish granted. China's gender imbalance meant that it was difficult for many men to find a wife, but not Wáng Démíng. He was strikingly handsome, and the heir to a major corporation. He was also a pervert, which would be a minus to some women and a plus to others. He loved dominating women, tying them up and forcing them to orgasm, making them call him master. But most of all, he loved omorashi. He loved the humiliation of taking a dignified young lady and watching her vainly struggle to maintain her dignity before succumbing to her urges and soiling her knickers at last. It was the ultimate erotic humiliation. Unfortunately, while he always kept his sex acts consensual, many young ladies otherwise eager to marry him were put off by his depraved urges. Perhaps, he figured, women raised in a totalitarian state were too used to real oppression to enjoy the sexual version. Perhaps he should look abroad. So look abroad he did, and he found Emily Ford, an aspiring young model from Britain. She was an elegant young lady as tall as he was, with her blonde hair in a ponytail. She seemed like the type to marry for money, and being a charming, albeit depraved, rogue would certainly help to seduce her. So they agreed to meet for a date. He would pay all expenses, and she would satisfy him...and hopefully he would satisfy her, too. Emily thought she was the luckiest girl alive. A glamorous foreign businessman wanted her, and he was handsome, too. He'd paid for a first class flight from Britain to China, and was going to let her stay in his luxury apartment. She knew there was obviously going to be a sexual price for this, but it wasn't even a price. He'd sent her shirtless pictures, and her legs trembled already. She was basically getting this for free. She looked at herself in the mirror. In her shirt, jacket, knee high boots, and little black miniskirt, she looked irresistible. There was just one issue. She hadn't done a poo for days, and she was feeling pretty uncomfortable. She'd tried drinking more water and even taking laxatives to shift it, but it hadn't quite worked yet. As the aeroplane came in to land, she felt it might have finally started to work. She could probably poo now, if she was allowed to leave her seat. But she wouldn't want to leave him waiting once the aeroplane had landed. She sleekly walked down the staircase from the aeroplane, her hair blowing in the wind, and her skirt not due to being too short and tight. She felt very lucky in her choice of skirt today - a looser skirt would have been very embarrassing. But nowhere near as embarrassing as what she was going to suffer. Wáng Démíng was waiting in the terminal for her. "Afternoon, young lady," he said, in impeccable English. "You look stunning." He admired her fabulous bare legs and slender, curved figure. Emily felt a pang in her gut. "Yeah, I do," she said, blushing. She needed to go, but she also needed to make a positive impression on him. Dashing off for a poo wasn't the way to do that. "I'll take you to my car," said Wáng Démíng. Emily followed, her boots clacking on the floor. Wáng Démíng's Porsche was waiting outside. The driver looked at his new girlfriend. "Fucking hell, she's hot," he said in Chinese. "How much did you pay for her?" "Just the cost of the flight," said Wáng Démíng. "Don't get any ideas." "I won't," said the driver, wondering if he'd ever get someone remotely like that. Wáng Démíng and Emily got into the back of the Porsche and fastened their seat belts. "Traffic's bad today," said the driver in Chinese. "It'll take a while to get back." "Traffic's bad today," said Wáng Démíng in English. "It'll take a while to get back." Emily felt another pang of distress. She really had to poo. But she obviously wasn't going to admit that. "All the more chance to see the scenery, I guess," she said. The car left the airport and soon entered the mass of traffic. Emily fidgeted awkwardly in her seat. She should be enjoying this adventure, but all she could think about was how badly she wanted to poo. How badly she needed to poo. She looked around for any places to stop. But she couldn't admit she had to poo. She had to make a good impression. She had to be as dainty as the Asian girls he was used to. Wáng Démíng was good at detecting when girls had to go, and he was suspecting it with Emily. He wasn't sure enough to start getting hard, but he was getting little twitches. He watched her sweat and shift in her seat as they made small talk about how nice it was to be there. Perhaps he would have a little fun with her. He wouldn't forcibly stop her from going, but he could...discourage it. Put her off going just a little too long. Emily was increasingly struggling not to fart. It would take the pressure off her gut, but she couldn't stink up his car. And what if she followed through? It didn't bear thinking about. She just had to endure it. She rubbed her legs and prayed the journey wouldn't take too much longer. But it did take longer, and longer, and longer. And the poo was pressing harder, and harder, and harder. Those laxatives were finally taking effect, hours after they were supposed to. Painful as it was, she wished she could have stayed constipated a little longer. She hadn't needed to poo this badly for as long as she could remember. But she had to stay strong. If she pooed now, this would be over, and she'd be sent back to Britain in disgrace, having disgraced herself. It was so tempting to just poo and let it out. But that simply wasn't an option. "How much longer is it?" she asked, obviously anguished. "Who knows, in this traffic," said Wáng Démíng. "Maybe another 20 minutes." Emily gulped. 20 minutes. 20 minutes of increasing pain and pressure. She could hold it. She had to hold it. There was no choice. Wáng Démíng knew she was bursting, but he wasn't going to mention it yet. He tried to hide his growing erection a little. She didn't seem to have noticed. She was too focused on desperately trying not to poo. About 20 minutes later, the car finally entered the parking lot of Wáng Démíng's deluxe apartment building. Emily sighed in relief. If she really, really clenched with all her strength, she might make it to his toilet. Maybe. She tried to get out of the car as gently as possible, to avoid slipping a fart. She tried, but she failed. As she got up, despite her greatest efforts, a loud fart blew out of the back of her skirt. "Oh, I'm so, so sorry," she said, blushing deeply. "I have to use the toilet, now." That was an understatement. She had to grab her bottom to stop the poo pushing out. It would be so tempting to just let it slip, but she couldn't. She couldn't. "Bloody hell, that stinks," said the driver in Chinese. "At least she waited to get out of the car." "I always take the stairs up to my apartment," said Wáng Démíng, truthfully. "It's good exercise." "What floor do you live on?" said Emily, despairing. "The penthouse," said Wáng Démíng. "Please," said Emily, "I'm going to poo myself if we don't get up there now. Can we go up in the lift?" "OK," said Wáng Démíng. He'd play nice for a while. They walked to the lifts, the driver carrying their luggage. Emily squirmed and held her bottom. The poo was starting to force out of her anus, and she was barely pulling it back. She could just about make it. She thought. The lift doors opened, and they got in. Emily leaned against the wall and used every ounce of strength she could muster not to poo as it went up. It stopped on a floor partway there. An elderly couple got in, speaking to each other in Chinese. As the lift started to move up again, a surge of pressure pushed at Emily's anus, and she slipped another loud, stinking fart. The elderly couple frowned in disgust. "Those disgusting foreign girls," said the woman. "They have no manners." Emily couldn't understand them, but she knew they disapproved. Tears came to her eyes. She could not poo. That would be the ultimate failure. She had to be strong. But it was getting harder and harder. The poo was coming out a little further each time before she could pull it back. Soon it was going to pop out into her knickers and she'd start pooing her skirt for real. The lift finally came to his floor. She was on the edge of pooing her skirt, and she knew it. She could just barely make it. She staggered out of the lift, holding her bottom and grimacing in pain. "Now, let's see..." said Wáng Démíng. "Where are my keys..." He fumbled through his pockets, his cock rock solid from excitement. Emily leaned against the wall and squirmed. Relief was so, so close. But so, so far away. And she had seconds to spare. Wáng Démíng knew he shouldn't play stupid too long, and slowly put his key in the lock and turned it. He entered his apartment, and switched on the lights. "Now, young lady, let me introduce you to my apartment," he said. "I have to poo, now," said Emily, making a dash inside. Wáng Démíng grabbed her arm. "Excuse me," he said. "I have house rules. No boots inside. Take them off." "But...but I'm going to poo myself..." said Emily, starting to cry. "Take your boots off, and then I'll show you the toilet," said Wáng Démíng. "I'll poo if I squat..." she said. "Well, it's that or poo your skirt outside," said Wáng Démíng. "You're not coming in here with those boots on." Shaking from the exertion, Emily squatted down to remove her boots. As she did, the poo she had barely contained finally dropped into her knickers. With a loud, squelching fart, she started to poo her skirt. Days' worth of poo forced through her fatigued anus and filled her knickers. She finally stopped her futile resistance, and the poo squelched out of her knickers and stained her legs. The stench was incredible. She sobbed like a little girl as she removed her boots, and traipsed, defeated, inside the apartment. "Please stay outside," said Wáng Démíng to the driver. "Things are going to get a little personal in here." "I'm not staying in here with that smell anyway," said the driver. Wáng Démíng took the luggage inside, then removed his shoes and shut the door behind him. He then undid his flies and revealed his huge erection. "Now, young lady, let's see under that skirt of yours," he said. He pulled up Emily's skirt to see the filthy carnage underneath. "Now, how do you feel about sex?" he said. "As you can see, I'm an absolute fucking beast right now. I love it when girls get humiliated." "Um...OK..." said Emily, not sure of what to say. "So this didn't ruin our date?" "No, it made it," he said. "Come on." He let her into the bathroom. "Now, are you definitely OK with this?" he said. "I guess..." she said. He tugged her knickers down and put her in the bidet. The water jet cleaned the filth off her bottom fairly quickly. He turned her over and looked again. Clean as could be. He got the lubricant out of the cupboard, and started rubbing it into her anus. "OK, so I'm going no condom here," he said. "This is going to be quick and rough." Emily just didn't know what to say. She felt his cock pushing into her bottom, not as rough as she was expecting, but firm. He only took a few thrusts to come and fill her bottom up. "Sorry, I have no stamina with things like this," he said. "It's just so sexy. Now, come on, let's get showered." Emily was conflicted. It was incredibly lucking she'd pooed her skirt in front of a guy who thought that was sexy, but it was also a little unsettling. It was gross. But worse things happen at sea.

Well! I mentioned the other day in an old topic that I had plans with the woman I'm seeing to pee our pants on Sunday, and we did it! It seemed like it deserved a new topic. We started off the day doing some activist work, and then went for lunch with one of our fellow canvassers. We had two rounds of beers and then the bartender bought us a shot! It had been crazy hot outside so we also were downing glass after glass of water. After that we tipsily went to a dollar store and picked up some plastic sheeting. We had a talk about how we wanted to do this, and decided on a holding contest. I suggested we come up with rewards or punishments as incentive to try and win. She is a sub, so we agreed that if she won I would tie her up. She basically said there was no need for me to come up with a prize for myself, because she was going to win. Did I mention she's a nurse? My lady friend, I'll call her J, was keen to have everything just as I wanted it. She asked what I wanted to see her wet—pants or skirt?—and I told her pants. Jeans specifically. She doesn't wear jeans often so we went searching through her closet for just the right pair. I also requested cotton panties, since usually she wears lacier underthings. We started by getting well hydrated. For two hours, we drank 32oz of water per hour and used the bathroom whenever we felt the need. I was a little disturbed that I seemed to be feeling the urge frequently while J only used the bathroom once before our final pee. During the hydration phase J did spend a fair amount of time in the bathroom applying fancy eye makeup. It was nice that she wanted to look good for me, although she's also gorgeous without anything extra on her face. After two hours, we started holding, and continued to drink 32oz of water every hour. We put the plastic sheet on the bed and then a cloth fitted sheet over it, and then two towels for us to sit on. An hour into holding, I was feeling a pretty sharp need (we were basically doing rapid desperation, so that's to be expected). I asked J if she was feeling anything. All she gave me was, "Eh, I could probably go." To be honest this struck some fear into my heart. Seriously, how did she only barely need to go? An hour into rapid desperation you're supposed to be squirming. Which I was. We sat on the bed and started watching a movie, still sipping on our water. After half an hour of that I paused the movie. "I really really need to go," I mustered. She tilted her head and made an expression of mock sympathy. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I pulled my pants down part way and asked her to touch me, which she did with enthusiasm. She got me lubed up and started giving me a hand job, occasionally pressing on my bladder just to torture me. I was getting increasingly desperate and she teased me, "are you gonna go now? how about now?" At some point I said, I could easily go right now, and she expressed disbelief that I'd be able to pee while I was hard and she was rubbing me. "I can prove it," I said, and spurted out a nice little arc of piss that landed on my shirt. J laughed and said, "Does that mean you concede?" and I said yes, I absolutely conceded. She gave me permission to wet myself then, so I pulled up my pants, and kneeled over one of the towels. She was kneeling in front of me, and started saying things like, "Go now! Show me!" So I let go and started wetting myself. She let out a moan and I saw a stream of pee coming from her crotch and dripping onto the sheets. "Stop, get on top of me," I ordered, and she obliged. I lay there, still peeing, and she straddled me and clearly let go completely even before she was in position. Both of our piss flooded over and around me, and collected in the towel I was laying on. After a little bit I couldn't pee anymore, even though I still really had to go—some combination of the position and having a huge erection, I'd imagine. Meanwhile she just kept peeing. For someone who seemed to barely have to go, she was holding a ton of urine. She finally stopped and we made out for a bit, and then I flipped her over on her back and pulled the restraints out from under her bed. Once she was nicely tied up, I straddled her, and that's when the craziest thing happened. "Pleeeeease," she begged, "pee on me, pleease." I obliged, and flooded my already soaked jeans. As it flowed onto her she moaned, and started saying, "yesss, oh god I feel you all over me." My dick reactivated at this. I untied her legs long enough to tear off her jeans, reattached the restraints, pulled aside the gusset of her nicely soaked panties, and started fingering her. Her pussy was soaked with piss but also very very lubricated. I slapped her face and legs while I got her just short of orgasm, stopping as she was panting and moaning and begging me to keep going. I pulled my soaked pants down just below my crotch, fumbled with a condom for a bit, and then started fucking her. I could feel her wet panties against my pubic bone, and my wet jeans, and damned if I didn't come in about two minutes. Once I was done I pulled out and finished her off, and we lay there for a while in a pool of our own pee, kissing and making eyes. It was a pretty fucking hot experience, and the best wet sex I've ever had. We talked about it later and she said she was definitely up for doing more such things. Hope you enjoyed hearing about it!

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccck!!! Hey Everyone, For those of you who didn't see my last story (or forgot because it was months ago) I have writing experience, but I am pretty inexperienced when it comes writing omo. My last (and first) story didn't quite work with the omo aspect the way I wanted it to, so I was feeling stuck with trying to find a sequel for it. Instead, I created a brand new storyline! I may still go back to the other story at some point, but I am proud to give you this new work. As the tags suggest, it features sex. It is basically a sex story (another new thing for me) with omo thrown in for good measure. Like my last story, it is inspired by some stories I have seen on this site, but in categories that I feel are under-represented (but great stories!). As I said, this is my first attempt at writing a sex scene so if there's anyone who's done it before, or knows good stories like this for me to read, please give me feedback so that I can improve. As always, any criticism or ideas are greatly appreciated and I hope to keep this thread going for quite some time. Now, without further ado, enjoy 😀 P.S. I do quite envy Jason and aspire to be him one day 😅 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *RING RING RING* Abby slowly opened her eyes as her alarm clock blared on the nightstand. She blinked, trying to clear away the haze in her eyes. *RING RING RING* Abby felt around for the off button. There it was… almost… *RING* *CLICK* She smashed the off button before the alarm could go off for a third time. Annoyed, she rolled onto her side as a familiar ache made itself known in her stomach. She had to pee. Bad. Today, like most days she could remember, moments after waking up she felt an extreme urge to pee. On the days when she didn’t feel that need, it was because she had already wet the bed and when Abby wet the bed, it less of a drizzle and more of a downpour. You are likely wondering why Abby didn’t wear some kind of protection to bed. That is because, secretly or not-so-secretly, Abby rather enjoyed wetting herself. Abby suffered from an unlucky pairing of bladder traits. On one hand, she had a relatively large bladder. She could, at times, be out all day and not pee once before getting home. Meanwhile, for as long she could remember, she had had incontinence issues. Whenever she felt the need to go, she had only minutes before it was coming out. This was especially troublesome with her large bladder. Rather than simply suffering from small leaks, when Abby lost control, there was no hiding the damage. Nevertheless, Abby didn’t always accept her bladder’s limits, especially when there was something that occupied her attention. Today, was one of those days. As Abby rolled onto her side, she looked upon her boyfriend, Jason’s, face. Having been dating since she was a sophomore (Jason was a senior at the time), they were still in love, three years into their relationship. Abby was 18 and had recently graduated from high school and had, even more recently, moved into Jason’s apartment. Now that they were around each other more frequently, their relationship had become closer than ever. Jason had even been quietly making plans to propose. Abby was gazing at his face, wondering how or why she was lucky enough to have someone like him. They had met in the drama department, when one of his friends had won a bet, forcing him to audition for the upcoming musical. Abby, who was a frequent in the department, was instantly in love, or in “high school” love, that is. She found him incredibly attractive, as did almost every girl at the school, making Abby feel even more lucky, for having been the one to win the prize. Abby’s bladder throbbed hard, reminding her of her need, and to spare the bed, as well as prolong the struggle which was starting to make her throb in other ways, she shoved one hand into her pussy and gripped, trying to hold in the gallons of piss that were trying to escape from their night of captivity. In this desperate process of keeping her panties (she only slept in panties) dry, she accidentally shook the bed, waking up Jason. Jason, who was not yet awake enough to realize what was going on, reached one arm over Abby and pulled her closer to him. Abby, getting increasingly turned on, as well as increasingly wet keeping herself dry, didn’t resist. Jason was by now fully, or almost fully awake. He realized how desperately Abby needed to piss by the tense, furrowed expression on her face, and his erection went from morning wood to throbbing with anticipation. While Abby enjoyed feeling the desperation to pee, and the eventual wetting as well, Jason practically lived for it. He would challenge her at times to hold it and she, loving both the challenge as well as the competition, often agreed. Their sex life wasn’t limited to pee play, although it was certainly entwined. With their bodies up against each other, Jason guided Abby to flip over so that she was facing away from him. They were both breathing heavily, wanting what was coming, but not wanting it to be over. In position, Jason first leaned his head in, not quite getting to her face before stopping and lightly biting her neck. She closed her eyes and began writhing in pleasure. Jason wasn’t about to let her get away. He reached an arm over her curvy, sexy, delicious body and worked his hand down from her stomach to her bladder, pausing for a moment to push slightly on the bulge that had formed before grabbing it and squeezing. “Oh g-god Jason, I’m about to fucking p-piss,” Abby gasped between staggered breaths. Her writhing, which only a moment ago had been caused by intense sexual pleasure, was now increased by the imminent flood that would surely erupt from her pussy any moment. Her hands had never left her crotch after being plunged there to hold her pee, but she now found herself rubbing as well. She realized that by now, a squirt or two wouldn’t even be noticeable with how wet she was already. Jason, for his part, knew how to work her and push all the right buttons. His hand left her poor bladder and went right into her panties, pushing Abby’s hands out of the way and he began vigorously rubbing her clit. Once again, her writhing doubled, and she almost screamed with pleasure. Her clit and vulva were swollen and already glistening with wetness. She was panting like an animal and Jason’s state was similar, although he retained control of the situation. “You like that, don’t you,” Jason asked, slowly whispering into her ear. A loud moan was the only response he got. Abby wasn’t the only one swollen. Jason felt like his dick would soon burst with cum, but he wanted to prolong the situation a bit longer. Abby was grinding hard into his hand and he knew that she was close to cumming, herself. He also knew that with her bladder, whenever she came, she pissed uncontrollably. With the load she was holding at the moment, it would be like Hoover Dam erupting, in a golden flood of piss and womanly juices. He had seen it happen many times before. “I-I’m… I-I’m g-g-gonna…” Abby was trying to say something, but couldn’t form a sentence. Jason knew exactly what she was trying to say. In one motion, Jason rolled onto his back, picked Abby up and laid her on top of him. Although she wasn’t much help in her current state, Abby tried to not be dead weight. Jason picked up Abby once again and, while dropping her down facing toward him, thrust his dick hard into her. They both groaned loudly as each had a powerful orgasm. Jason pumped in and out while his cum sprayed into Abby’s waiting pussy. The loudest sound of all, perhaps, was the hiss of Abby releasing her pent-up piss balloon all over Jason and the bed. The walls were not even fully spared as her piss sprayed wildly. Even after Jason finished his thrusts, Abby was still grinding and pissing away. When her stream died down, she forced out the last few squirts, watching them land on Jason’s already drenched chest. Exhausted, Abby collapsed on top of Jason, enjoying feeling her pee all over him, a thin layer of wetness separating their bodies. They each spent a minute or so, catching their breath after the morning’s unexpected workout. Abby kissed her boyfriend, showing her satisfaction with how things had gone. “I love you,” she said. “What do you want to do today?” He gave her a smirk before answering. “Well,” he replied, “I’m not sure. But I don’t think you’re going pee again for... a while.” Abby’s eyes lit up and she kissed him again, hard. They both thought that was a lovely way to start a day.

Noy looked like the sweetest girl alive, in her Thai student uniform of pale blue blouse and dark blue pleated skirt, with her waist length black hair in a ponytail. And, most of the time, she was. But, when it came to other attractive young ladies like herself, she was a rather perverted individual. Her university was the sort where love between 2 girls could blossom freely, and she spent far too long considering which one of her fellow beauties she would attempt to seduce. Of course, she had to be interested in pretty girls as well, and most girls weren't, regardless of Noy's seductive charms. Such was the life of a gay girl. But there was one gorgeous beauty who was a definite prospect - Kanya, known as "Pia". Pia was an elegant young lady, with her waist length brown hair in 2 plaits, and she was definitely into girls. Noy knew she had better move before another girl did, but was apprehensive for one peculiar reason; she didn't quite know how to handle her fetishes. For Noy, contrary to her innocent appearance, was deeply into BDSM. Her fantasies of sex with Pia involved dominating and spanking her. This alone would be little issue; most girls wouldn't be too put off by such things. But her biggest passion, omorashi, was a different story. She somehow doubted that ladylike Pia would much fancy soiling her skirt and being masturbated through her filthy knickers. But she could not let that fantasy go. Omorashi was the ultimate submission, the ultimate humiliation. And Noy didn't think she could really have a fulfilling long term relationship without it. It obviously wasn't something she could bring up on the first date, or the second, or the third, or...how could she possibly ever bring it up? In a way, Pia brought it up first. One fateful day, at the start of a long lecture, Pia felt a sudden urge to poo. She wasn't sure why, though she suspected the curry she had last night had something to do with it. As time went on, she could tell it was a big one. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and strained, trying to focus on the lecture. Her stomach gurgled. She almost slipped a fart, but barely held it back. She couldn't possibly let one out in front of Noy, no matter how relieving it would feel. She fancied Noy as much as Noy did her, but she was too shy to bring it up. And certainly too shy to fart in front of her. Noy had seen enough omorashi porn to know that Pia had to poo. And she had to poo badly. She found herself increasingly distracted from the lecture and attracted to Pia's lithe legs and anguished face. Her vagina was starting to dilate a little already. She felt disgusted with herself, but she couldn't help it. If Pia farted, or, even better, pooed her skirt...she'd be on the edge of orgasm. She reminded herself to be realistic. Grown women don't poo their skirts very often, and Pia would most likely just dash off to the toilets for some much-needed relief. She briefly fantasised about restraining her, but immediately dismissed this as utterly unethical, ashamed she'd even considered it. But she could attempt to...distract Pia from going to the toilet for as long as possible. Maybe long enough for her to slip a fart. Maybe even long enough that she wouldn't make it. Pia could tell Noy was fancying her, but she believed this to be despite her predicament, not because of it. In Pia's mind, slipping a fart would be the end of it. A pretty girl like Noy wouldn't possibly want a girlfriend who farted in front of her. As soon as lectures were over, she'd dash off to the toilets to find relief before she embarrassed herself. The lecture ended, and the students stood up to leave. Pia held her stomach and bent over, wincing in pain from the pressure on her bottom. She hadn't needed to poo this badly for as long as she could remember. She was absolutely bursting, and it was a testament to her strength that she hadn't farted. "Hey, Pia," said Noy, looking as seductive as she could. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the bar with me. You're seriously cute." "Um, thanks, Noy, I'd love to, but I need to use the toilet first," said Pia. "There's a toilet in the bar," said Noy. "Why don't we walk on over -" "It's an emergency," said Pia. She was already concerned by all the other girls heading for the toilets in front of her. Noy was blocking her way. By the time she got there, she'd be near the back of the queue. "An emergency?" said Noy, acting dumb. "You mean you don't think you can make it to the bar?" "Yeah," said Pia, blushing. She strained against the massive pressure on her bottom. "Noy, please, get out of the way. I really need to go. Now." "OK, fine", said Noy, very slowly walking towards the door. "If you're using the toilet here, I'll use it, too." Pia hurried to the door as quickly as she could, holding her bottom with one hand. Noy giggled. She was trembling with arousal already. Now if only she'd slip a fart... Noy took her place behind Pia in the toilet queue. Pia was bent over, holding her stomach, sweating from the strain. "Hey, Pia," said Noy, "are you sure about going here? The queue's pretty long. Why don't we go over to the bar?" "I'd be near the front of it if it weren't for you blocking my way," said Pia, annoyed. "Uhhh..." She barely restrained a massive urge to poo. "Well, sorry," said Noy. "I didn't realise it was such an emergency." "Yeah, I know," said Pia. "It's not your fault...uhhh..." The sight of the toilets just out of reach was making it so much harder for Pia to hold it. Noy knew about "latch key incontinence" in theory, but to see it working on a sexy girl in practice was just incredible. The fart which puffed from Pia's skirt was even more incredible. Noy shuddered as she smelt it. It wasn't a good smell, but the humiliation which it represented was making her vagina slippery. She really shouldn't be feeling this way, but she just couldn't help it, any more than Pia could help yielding to the massive pressure in her bowels. Pia blushed in deep humiliation as she smelt the stench of her fart. She had to make it to the toilet, agonising as it was to resist letting go. If she didn't, her chances with Noy were gone. No dignified girl would want a girlfriend who poos her skirt. Fortunately for Pia, Noy wasn't a dignified girl in the slightest, and her passion for Pia was growing with every anguished look on her face and every fart that squeaked through her trembling bottom. Her fantasies were coming true. But would they reach their glorious climax - Pia pooing her skirt? It was a lot to hope for, but Noy was becoming increasingly optimistic. As the sweating Pia slipped another fart, it was obvious she was starting to lose control. Perhaps her knickers were already skid marked. Oh, to see under that skirt! But Noy restrained herself. "Do you think you'll make it, Pia?" she asked. "I...think...so..." said Pia, trying to look as strong as she could. In truth, she knew she had seconds to spare. The proximity of the toilet was making it harder and harder to hold it, and the pressure was coming to bursting point. If that queue didn't hurry up, she'd be dropping a load in her skirt, and she knew it. She crossed her legs and leaned against the wall, gasping for strength. There were only 3 girls in front of her...2...1...but with every step she took closer to the toilet, holding it became harder still. Due to not having wasted her teenage years masturbating to omorashi, Pia was unaware of latchkey incontinence, but she was certainly feeling it. Another fart squeaked from her bottom. She blushed deeper, relieved that somehow she hadn't followed through. Noy inhaled the stench like it was fresh mountain air. The stench of utter humiliation. But would she...Noy fantasised about the anguished strain on Pia's face as her strength finally failed her and she pooed her skirt at last. Would she see that? She admired Pia's strength to have lasted so long. She was clearly restraining a massive poo, and many girls would have given in by now. Noy wondered how well she would have fared in the same situation. She suspected she'd be crying in a filthy skirt by now. At any rate, she certainly wasn't going to judge Pia harshly for giving in if...or when...she did. Pia finally reached the front of the queue. Her knickers were still spotless white. She'd made it...almost. As she sighed a little in relief, she felt a surge of pressure like none she had felt before. A surge she simply couldn't resist. She hammered on the stall door, almost by instinct. "Hurry up! Hurry up! I'm...I'm..." Despite her straining with all her strength, poo forced through her anus into her knickers. She whimpered in pain as tears of humiliation came to her eyes. Now resigned to her filthy fate, she leaned back against the wall and moaned as she felt the poo fill her knickers and stain her skirt. Noy knew exactly what was happening, and was thrilled. She was on the edge of orgasm, and the slightest touch of her G-spot would have sent her over the edge. Her fantasies were coming true. "Hey, Pia, it's OK," she said, putting an arm around her. "You held out really well. You couldn't help it." Pia whimpered as tears flowed down her face. Noy seemed to be taking this much better than she thought she would. In fact, she seemed...turned on. Surely not. Noy wanted nothing more than to flip up Pia's skirt and masturbate her, but knew that doing this would get her immediately expelled and probably registered as a sex offender, not to mention being completely non-consensual. She exercised her utmost restraint in just giving Pia a cuddle. Though she did let her hand creep down to feel the warmth of the poo in the back of Pia's skirt. It was a big one, and she'd let it all out. The stall door opened. The girl inside came out, and grimaced at the stench. Seeing Pia sobbing, she immediately realised what had happened, and hurried on, feeling deeply sorry for her but really not wanting to stick around. Pia dashed into the toilet and began trying to clean up as best she could. She was so, so glad that girls wore skirts. In a skirt, she could just discard her obliterated knickers and carry on without anyone noticing. If she'd been wearing trousers as the boys did, she'd have to wear obviously soiled trousers on her shameful walk home. She pitied any poor boys who suffered similar circumstances. Noy needed a stall as well, for very different reasons. She needed to jerk off, now. She was trembling in passion, and could think of nothing but fucking Pia, but Pia obviously wasn't in the mood right now. Unless...perhaps, in her vulnerability, she'd be up for coming home for a shower? And some comfort? And some sex? One fantasy had come true today. Why not another? Noy decided she'd try it. When the tearful Pia, with knickers discarded, emerged from the stall, she hugged her again. "Hey, Pia," she said. "Do you fancy coming back to my place? For a shower, and some comfort?" "Um...yeah, I guess," said Pia, rather confused. Who on Earth would want to take home a girl who'd just soiled herself? She knew this offer would mean sex - she wasn't totally naive - but she was up for that. Noy was seriously hot. The girls walked back to Noy's room holding hands. Noy could think of nothing but the shower sex they were going to have. Pia didn't know what to feel. She was deeply humiliated, but that somehow felt good when Noy was taking charge of her. Noy let Pia into her room. "Come on, let's go shower," she said. "Who goes first?" said Pia, playing dumb. "No, both of us," said Noy. "Come on." Both girls pulled off their clothes as quickly as they could, and gazed at each other's beautiful bodies. Noy switched on the shower, and let it run warm before stepping in. Pia stepped in after her. As soon as she had, Noy held her tight and started French kissing her. Both girls were deeply aroused, Noy a single touch away from orgasm. Noy started feeling Pia's G-spot, and Pia then did the same to Noy. Noy came almost at once, urine flowing down her legs with the shower water as she utterly lost control. It was the most intense climax she'd ever had. Pia took a little longer to come, but soon was moaning in pleasure as Noy's fingers got to her. Both girls felt a deep connection that needed no words. Their relationship may not have started auspiciously, but it definitely seemed like one worth pursuing.

It sounded like a fun idea at first. 2 gay couples, all friends, on a date together, dressed in their cute Thai student uniforms, with white blouses and sky blue skirts. They'd have a curry and a few beers at the new place in town, then go for a romantic evening stroll before retiring for some fun. The 4 girls had been best friends for a while, bonding in the university's LGBT society. Each was a spectacular beauty in a unique way. Sudarat was the most feminine, a small lady with her long brown hair plaited and her face innocent. Her girlfriend Natchaya was also deeply feminine, with long black hair in a ponytail. The other couple, while still wondrous beauties, were a little more Amazonian. Sirada was a dignified young lady, with shoulder length black hair. Her girlfriend Yanisa was the strongest, an athlete, unusually tall, with lithe muscles and her shoulder length brown hair in a ponytail. All had initially been attracted to each other when first meeting, but over time had settled into the partnerships which most suited them. This was going to be a great evening. Or so they thought. Their curry tasted OK, but was extremely spicy even by their standards. Of course, being Thai girls born and bred, this meant little to them, and they washed it down with plenty of cheap lager. After finishing their meal and paying, the girls got up. "Man, I need the toilet," said Natchaya, resting her hand on the front of her skirt. "Is it OK if I go first?" "Sure," said Yanisa. Natchaya walked over to the toilet, and opened the door, before suddenly realising why there was no queue. It was absolutely disgusting, with diarrhoea on the walls and floor. "Eurgh," she said, recoiling in disgust. "Hey, girls, the toilet here's disgusting. We're better off holding it." "Oh, I'm sure it's not -" said Yanisa, walking over to check it out. "Ew. You're right. Come on girls, we'll hold it." Sudarat looked a little uncomfortable. She had to wee and poo, bad, but she didn't want to admit it in front of her girlfriend. And she really didn't want to use that toilet. She reluctantly walked out of the restaurant with the other girls. "OK, so first priorities, find a toilet," said Natchaya. "Does anyone know a good toilet near here? And I mean a good one, not a disgusting one with shit everywhere and heroin needles on the floor." "A good toilet..." said Yanisa. "No. When I've been out here before, I've just held it until I got home. We'll just have to do that." "Not everyone has your steel bladder, Yanisa," said Natchaya. "Some of us have to go." Sudarat whimpered. She was definitely one of those girls. Her bladder was aching already, and she felt a pressing urge to poo. She shuddered at the thought of letting off a fart in front of Natchaya. "Hey, Sudarat, are you OK?" said Sirada. "Yeah...I'm...fine..." said Sudarat. "You just need the toilet, right?" said Natchaya. "Believe me, I'm in the same situation. Damn, I need to go." Natchaya did a little pee dance to demonstrate. "Yeah," said Sudarat, blushing and shaking a little from holding it in. "I...need to go." "Sudarat is so adorable," said Natchaya. "Come here." Natchaya hugged Sudarat. The pressure on Sudarat's gut was just a little too much, and a loud fart blew out of the back of her skirt. Natchaya burst out laughing, and waved her hand in front of her face to waft away the smell. Tears came to Sudarat's eyes. "Damn, you really need to go..." said Natchaya. "Wait, are you really upset? Did you...go?" "I didn't go," said Sudarat, blushing scarlet. "I'm just humiliated I farted in front of my girlfriend." "That's all?" said Natchaya. "Man, that's nothing to worry about. I'll be doing the same before long if we don't find a good toilet!" Natchaya felt her own stomach gurgle. "Damn...come on, we need to find a toilet. Detective work, ladies." "I'll just go ask someone where the nearest decent toilets are to here," said Sirada. She strolled over to an approachable looking man on the other side of the road. "Excuse me, I was just wondering if you know any good toilets around here," she said. "Clean ones." "Sorry, no", he said. "I just wait until I get home." Sirada strolled back, a little concerned. "He doesn't know," she said. "There probably aren't any decent toilets round here," said Yanisa. "Come on, let's just hold it until we get home." "I'm actually not sure I can," said Natchaya, crossing her legs. Her bladder was aching hard, and her bowels were under increasing pressure. "What, you mean you're going to have an accident?" said Yanisa. "You're an adult woman, Natchaya. You can do better than that." "All girls have their limits, Yanisa," said Sirada. "Even you." "I am not going to soil myself," said Yanisa. "That's just silly." Sudarat felt her stomach gurgle. The pressure was building and building and building in her bladder and bowels. She couldn't have an accident in front of Natchaya. She just couldn't. "I guess Yanisa's right," said Sirada. "We should just walk home and try to make it if we can. Come on." Yanisa looked smug. She confidently led the girls along the pavement. Her bladder and bowels ached as much as anyone else's, but she was strong. She could hold it as long as she liked. Whether her friends would be so resilient was a different story. Sudarat brought up the rear of the group, with 1 hand on the front of her skirt. She tried so hard not to think of the relief of a clean toilet, but it was so tempting. Certainly tempting when compared with the other option, relieving herself in her skirt. She shuddered at the thought of it. Especially in front of Natchaya...she'd never let her forget it if they stayed together for life. Natchaya herself wasn't doing too well either, struggling with increasing urges to fart. After she stumbled a little on uneven pavement, a loud fart burst from the back of her skirt. "I guess we're even now," said Sudarat, giggling a little, but trying not to giggle too much for fear of weeing. "Yeah," said Natchaya. "Damn, that stinks. It's good I'm outside. I'm watching out for any toilets." There weren't any. It was a long, painful walk home, with each girl straining as hard as she could. Sudarat and Natchaya were struggling. Poo was pushing harder and harder on their bottoms, and both knew it wouldn't be long before they started to leak urine. That lager was going straight through them, and would soon be going straight into their skirts. Sirada and Yanisa appeared much more confident, but were still under significant stress. Each carried an ever-increasing load of wee and poo to potentially dump in her skirt if she failed to reach a toilet in time. For Yanisa, though, an accident was simply inconceivable. Sure, Sudarat and Natchaya might soil their skirts. They were weak. Perhaps Sirada would reach her limit, leaving her in the comforting role. But she was going to make it, no question. Sirada did not quite have Yanisa's confidence. She was strong, but her strength had limits, and she knew them. One thing she knew, though, is that she absolutely could not soil her skirt in front of Yanisa. Yanisa already clearly saw herself as the dominant girl, and that would only reinforce it. If the worst came to it and she couldn't make it to a toilet, she had to last longer than Yanisa before she gave in. At least then she could claim a small victory. The girls stopped at traffic lights. Sudarat and Natchaya were obviously desperate, awkwardly shifting with anguished faces. Sirada looked a little stressed, but more in control. Yanisa looked about as confident as a girl with a bursting full bladder and bowels could be. "OK, girls, how are we doing?" said Sirada. "Do you think we'll make it home?" "Well, I certainly will," said Yanisa. "I...think so..." said Sudarat, sincerely doubting it. "I...really don't know," said Natchaya. "I'll be honest, I'm getting close to my limit here. We need to find a toilet...anywhere..." "Hey, look," said Sirada. "I think there are some public toilets way down there." "Are you sure those are toilets?" said Natchaya. "If they're not, we're taking a big detour. And that probably means not making it." Sudarat whimpered. A fart squeaked out of her bottom. She was about to give in, and she knew it. "Come on," said Natchaya. "Sudarat's about to go anyway, we might as well give it a chance." "I don't need it, but whatever," said Yanisa. "Come on." The girls took their detour down towards the toilets. Another fart squeaked out of Sudarat's bottom. She felt poo starting to push through her anus, and leaned against the wall, whimpering in pain. As she strained with every muscle she had, she felt urine warm her knickers a little. She was starting to go. She barely managed to regain control, and staggered on a few more steps. Ahead of her, Sirada stopped in dismay. "The toilets are closed..." she said. "I'm so sorry..." "You WHAT?" said Natchaya. "You mean that you took us down here, just for...fuck...uhhhh..." Squelching farts burst from Natchaya's bottom as she started to poo. She strained as hard as she could to hold it back as urine splashed down her legs. She barely regained a little control as she leaned against the wall, before another massive surge of pressure finally pushed the poo into her knickers. She moaned in pain and humiliation. For Sudarat, belatedly following the other girls, it was just too much. Poo forced through her anus as urine warmed her knickers and gushed down her legs. She joined Natchaya's plaintive whimpering. Sirada closed her eyes and desperately tried to take her mind off the other girls' accidents. Going in her skirt was so, so tempting, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. Not in front of Yanisa. She'd never hear the end of it. Yanisa was suffering from her own urges, too, and barely able to keep them under control. She couldn't help but laugh at her weak friends giving in, waving a hand in front of her face to waft away the stench. Her laughter was bringing her dangerously close to weeing, and she knew it. She barely managed to restrain herself and keep her dignity, save for letting a loud fart. "Wow, Yanisa, sounds like you're starting to feel the pain," said Sirada. "I guess you're not so tough after all." "No, I'm fine," said Yanisa, blushing. "I'll make it home clean. Come on." The 4 girls, 2 filthy and humiliated and 2 suffering, limped back to the traffic lights. It was a long walk home. A walk neither Sirada nor Yanisa was quite sure she'd make home clean. The tearful Natchaya and Sudarat traipsed behind them, urine dripping from their skirts. They were so relieved from the pain, but so humiliated from the accident. "Hey, babe, it's OK," said Natchaya. "It's OK for you, too," said Sudarat. They kissed each other. Sirada and Yanisa weren't in the mood for kissing. They loved each other deeply, but they also loved to compete, and they were competing to get home clean, and, if not, at least last longer than the other before giving in. They walked as briskly as they could, leaving the other girls behind. Both were fully aware there was only 1 toilet in their room, and both were fully aware that whoever got to that toilet second would most likely not make it. This was a contest for dominance in their relationship, and it was one both girls were eager to contest. Sirada felt herself overcome with a powerful urge. She leaned over, and clutched her bladder and bottom. A fart squeaked out, but her knickers were still dry. That was a victory. "Feeling the pain, Sirada?" said Yanisa. "I'm still fine." She absolutely wasn't. Yanisa's strength was being tested to its absolute limit. That curry and cheap lager was pushing on her bladder and bowels like nothing before in her life, and she was well aware she might give in before she got home. But she couldn't. Not in front of Sirada. Sirada thought that if it wasn't for being with Yanisa, she'd have just given in and fouled her skirt by now. It was still so tempting to be relieved from the pain, but she couldn't succumb. Yanisa would never let her forget it. It seemed, though, that Yanisa was winning. She was getting ahead of Sirada, and she was going to get to that toilet first. Sirada would have to wait. Could she wait? She was tempted to run after Yanisa, but she was pretty sure doing so might make her lose control, and Yanisa was a faster runner anyway. She'd just have to wait. What an agonising wait it would be. Yanisa, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly confident. As she turned the corner down the road to their accommodation, she saw Sirada was some way behind her. She'd let herself in and enjoy some well-earned relief on their toilet. Sirada would have to wait, and most likely have to settle for going in her skirt. She smirked at the thought of it. Sirada would definitely know who was boss. As expected when nearing a toilet, Yanisa felt the intensity of her urges grow and grow as she got closer, from mere agony to utter agony. Her time was running out. She slipped a loud fart, and then another. She was sweating from the exertion of every muscle straining, and those muscles were starting to tire. As she finally got to the door, she fumbled in her skirt pocket for her key. She finally got it, then, hands trembling, dropped it on the floor. As soon as it hit the ground, she panicked, squatting down and scrabbling for it. She took hold of it and got up again, but, by the time she got it in the lock, it was too late. She was giving in. Urine warmed her knickers, and spurted down her legs. Poo forced through her anus, filling her warm knickers and staining her skirt. She frantically opened the door and dashed for the toilet, but, by then, it was too late. And Sirada would see this. She burst into tears. Sirada staggered up to the door, letting a loud fart as she did so. She was absolutely fit to burst, and could barely wait another second. She strained with every muscle she had not to let go as she let herself in. Yanisa would be on the toilet by now... Sure enough, Yanisa was on the toilet, but sobbing, and with filthy knickers round her ankles. Sirada was shocked, and wanted to comfort her girlfriend. But she also needed that toilet. Now. "Yanisa, get off, I need to...uhhh..." The sight of the toilet was just too much. A spurt of urine burst down Sirada's legs, then another, then another. Then, despite her utmost efforts, she started to poo. Yanisa watched from the toilet as her girlfriend utterly soiled herself in front of her, grimacing as she tried in vain to stop it. "So, yeah, that was a pretty awkward date," said Yanisa. "Yeah," said Sirada, giggling. Yanisa got up from the toilet, pulled up her filthy knickers, pressed up to Sirada, and started French kissing her. As she did, she slipped her hands into Sirada's knickers, masturbating her through her filth. Sirada did the same to her. Before long, both girls reached near-simultaneous climax, squirting into their ruined underwear. "Wow," said Sirada. "That felt...so good. Humiliation makes sex so much hotter." "Yeah," said Yanisa. "And we're both humiliated. We're both dirty girls. Let's just embrace it." Meanwhile, in their room, Natchaya and Sudarat were getting up to some fun of their own. "This is so gross," said Natchaya, traipsing into their room in her filthy knickers and skirt. "We need to shower, now." "Definitely," said Sudarat, blushing. Both girls stripped off their filthy clothes as quickly as possible, and got into the shower. The warm water cleaned off their mess, and they regarded each other's beautiful bodies before moving in for a passionate kiss. Inevitably, hands wandered, and soon both girls were masturbating each other to passionate climax. All in all, life was good.

Ban Sang-Mi walked briskly down the street back from the shops to her apartment block. Her boyfriend had sent her to get food for dinner, and there had been a long queue for the checkouts - and the toilets! Rather than spend more time waiting, she decided to put off going until she got back to her comfortable toilet at home. She really had to poo - it would be such a relief! She looked adorable, in a T-shirt and little denim skirt, with shoulder length black hair. As she stood in the lift up to her apartment, she shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. She just about managed not to fart, and walked up to her door. She got her keys out of her skirt pocket, opened the door, and let herself in. Relief was close! She sighed, and farted loudly as she crouched to remove her shoes. She blushed deep. She had to poo, now! She put her shopping bags down, and hurried to the bathroom. The door was bolted. "Um, hey, Min-Jun," she said, "I really have to use the toilet. Could you hurry up in there, please?" "I'm having my shower," he said from inside. "You'll have to wait a while." "I can't wait," said Sang-Mi, annoyed. "I'm bursting." "Well, you'll have to," said Min-Jun. Sang-Mi's stomach gurgled. She held her bottom and squirmed. "I can't," she said. "Min-Jun, I'm serious. I'm at serious risk of pooing my skirt here." "Well, too bad," said Min-Jun. "You'll just have to wait. Why don't you unload the shopping while you're waiting?" Sang-Mi pouted. "Fine," she said, contemptuously. She didn't mind unloading the shopping, but not when she was desperate to unload her bowels. And she was going to unload her bowels. Whether that was in the toilet or in her knickers was another issue. As she crouched down to get the goods out of her bags, she let another loud fart. She grimaced from the strain, and felt deeply glad she hadn't followed through. She couldn't risk many more farts like that, but she couldn't help it, either. Her bowels were being stretched to the limit, and knowing relief was so near made it so much worse. She yearned for the toilet and the relief it would bring, but tried not to think about it for fear of letting go in anticipation. After unloading the shopping, she clutched her bottom and limped back to the bathroom. It was still occupied. "OK, I unloaded the shopping," she said, deeply annoyed. "Min-Jun, seriously, get out of there, now. I am literally about to poo my skirt." She wasn't kidding. Poo was starting to push through her anus, and she was desperately pulling it back. She couldn't carry on much longer, and she knew it. As if to make her point, she accidentally slipped another stinking fart. "Fuck..." she said, grimacing from the pain. "Sorry about the language, I'm in fucking agony out here...uhhh..." She loved her boyfriend so much, but at present she deeply disliked him. She started to suspect he might be humiliating her on purpose. "Sorry, babe, you have to hold it," he said. "I CAN'T!" she shouted. She banged on the door. "Please, please, open up, I'm going to poo...please..." She heard Min-Jun chuckling inside. "Fuck you!" she said. "I'm going to poo my skirt, and it's all your fault." "No, it's yours," said Min-Jun. "You couldn't wait." Sang-Mi fumed. She was going to wait. She couldn't let him win. She leaned against the door, straining with every muscle she had. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much longer. She was starting to give in...she couldn't. She couldn't give in. But she was going to...Sweat oozed from her pores. She clutched her bottom as hard as she could. The poo was coming out. Tears came to her eyes as she felt it squeeze out towards her knickers. It touched the fabric, and started to squash out. She was pooing her skirt. She couldn't deny it. "I'm losing it," she said, sniffing. "I hope you're proud of yourself, making your 23 year old girlfriend poo herself like a baby." She felt the poo fill her knickers and stain her skirt. The stench was incredible. After sobbing for a while, she stumbled as the door opened behind her. Min-Jun was there, handsome, muscular, and with a massive erection. "Hey, babe," he said. "You look like you've made a mess. Let's look at it." "I hate you," said Sang-Mi, looking as threatening as a pretty girl in soiled knickers could, which is not very. He pulled up Sang-Mi's skirt. "Look at that," he said. "Looks like little Sang-Mi went poo-poo in her knickers. I think some punishment is necessary." "You're so gross," said Sang-Mi. "Yeah, I don't deny it," said Min-Jun. "Seriously, though, are you up for sex? Your humiliation really turns me on." "Oh, fuck, why not," said Sang-Mi. "It's not like I could get any more undignified." In truth, his irresistible strength and beauty were simply too much for her to turn down. Min-Jun tugged down Sang-Mi's filthy knickers and put her in the bidet. It washed the mess off her very nicely, leaving her bottom ready for fun. Min-Jun fetched the paddle from the bedroom, and put Sang-Mi across his knees, with his huge erection resting against her. He was close to climax, and he had to be careful to control himself. "You've been a bad, dirty little girl," he said. "Now let's see you get your punishment!" He spanked her bare bottom hard with the paddle. She squealed in pain, but inside was deeply enjoying it. So was Min-Jun. So much, in fact, that he lost control and ejaculated all over Sang-Mi's back. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's just so hot when you have an accident." "Opinions differ on that," said Sang-Mi. "I'm glad to see at least you had fun, though..." Sang-Mi felt his fingers on her G-spot. It was just too much. Before long, she was squealing in her own climax. "Yeah, that was pretty fun," she said. "Can we do it next time without the pooing myself bit?" "We'll see," said Min-Jun, stroking his beloved girl.

Wonder Woman got captured by Harley Quinn, Diana was naked but with only a diaper on. Harley turned to face her “I’ve seen many of your accidents Wonder Woman but this will be your most humiliating wetting.” Harley said. Harley desperately need to pee too as she just relaxed her mussels and then she peed herself as Diana looked at her mess and said “You little girl you had an accident.” Harley lifted up her. Skirt and revealed that she wore a diaper under her short skirt. Diana used her super strength to brake the chains and freed herself and punched Harley out cold and went to put her suit back on she didn’t have time to take off her diaper as she wore it underneath her skirt. Harley used a sex toy to make her bladder feel uncomfortable and it was happening Diana desperately need to do a big wee as she desperately need to get out of her hideout before she can use a toilet. Finally got out by destroying the wall and got out, she made her mind think of Bruce she missed his Birthday day party and she couldn’t help it her mind switching off and went back to desperation mode. Her bladder spasmed and hurt as she flew over to her house. She was too late as she started losing her grip of holding on to her desperation in as she still had to go fucking badly to the toilet. Her first squirt of pee gushed down her panties making them damp, “Oh shit I am already peeing myself. She he finally got home and she landed and she wouldn’t make so she gave up and waited for her second squirt to come out. Now the second squirt came and her diaper was wet but not soaking wet. Now it happened her bladder lost all of its control and it couldn’t take it anymore and she peed herself standing outside in public. She opened the door and went to put her wet clothes in the washing machine but not the diaper and panties because she didn’t pee in it. She dislike peeing in a diaper and put it in the outside bin and she was only a fan of bed wetting, panty wetting and peeing in jeans. To Be Continued...

Dr Suzuki Michiko was feeling pretty good. A beautiful young woman of 30, she had already established herself as a respected member of the hospital staff. At home, she had her loving husband, Kenji, who enjoyed frequent sex with her. And, today, she was wearing her favourite skirt at work, a knee length brown leather one, respectable but stylish. With her cardigan, smart flat shoes, and short black hair, she looked very attractive indeed. One thing was annoying her, though. She needed to poo, and she just couldn't get the chance to go. When she'd tried to take a toilet break, the toilet was occupied. Now she'd come to the end of her shift, and it was closed for cleaning. Her husband was expecting her back home, so she might as well get down to the station and catch her train. Hopefully the station toilet would be open. She walked briskly to the station, feeling quite uncomfortable, but nothing more. The toilet was indeed open, but there was a massive queue. They really needed to have more ladies' toilets. She tapped her foot and looked at the departure board. Her train was leaving in 2 minutes - certainly not enough time to wait and go - and she didn't want to leave her husband waiting by missing it and getting the next one. Oh, well. She was a tough girl. She could wait. Her train was delayed a few minutes. She walked back to the toilets and contemplated queuing. The toilets were tempting, but that queue was moving very slowly, and the train wasn't delayed long enough. She clenched her bottom and walked back. The train eventually arrived. By the time it did, the platform was packed, and she was squeezed up against many other people on the train. She entered the women's only carriage, hoping to avoid the creeps who took advantage of such unreasonably packed trains. As the train moved off, she held her stomach. She really did have to poo. She thought about how embarrassing it would be to let off a fart around so many other ladies. It was very tempting, though. The pressure on her bottom was quite substantial, and she shifted uncomfortably. Maybe she should have queued for the toilets and got the next train. She was going to be very uncomfortable by the time it reached her station. She was definitely using that toilet, however long the queue was. Thinking of the toilet just made the pressure worse. She was really getting tempted to let out a fart to ease it, but she couldn't. She held her bottom with one hand and tried to think of her husband at home and what she was having for dinner tonight. It helped a bit, but her urge to poo was only getting stronger. The train stopped. The announcer, obviously tired, informed the passengers: "Unfortunately, due to works on the line, we shall be delayed for a short time..." If Japanese had strong curse words, Dr Suzuki would have used them. If this delay was too long, she wouldn't be able to avoid farting, and embarrassing herself in front of all the other ladies on the carriage. And what if it wasn't just a fart...she shuddered at the thought of it. She couldn't poo her favourite skirt, in front of all these other women. An accident was simply out of the question. She clenched her muscles and tried to endure it as best she could. She texted her husband. "Stuck on the train and bursting to poo! Not a good situation." Kenji replied. "That must be uncomfortable. Sorry." "Yeah, it sure is," she replied. "Are you sure you'll make it?" he replied. Dr Suzuki blushed. Her own husband was considering the possibility that she'd have an accident. She was a strong, intelligent woman. She couldn't. She just couldn't. "Yeah, I'll be OK," she replied. Deep down, though, she wasn't sure she would be. At the very least, farting and embarrassing herself was almost certain. She strained as hard as she could to avoid it. After far, far too long, the train started moving again. Dr Suzuki sighed in relief, and accidentally let a loud, stinking fart. "Oh, I'm so, so sorry," she said, blushing scarlet. "I really need to use the toilet. I'm so sorry..." The other ladies looked justifiably disgusted. "Hey, aren't you Dr Suzuki?" said one of them, Ueda Kanako. "I saw you recently. You're really cool. Aside from that, I mean." Dr Suzuki blushed even deeper. "Yeah..." she said. "I'm so sorry..." "You don't need to be," said Kanako. "Accidents happen." "I didn't have an accident," said Dr Suzuki. "I'll be OK." She strained as hard as possible not to let another fart. She managed, but the stench of the first one was still around. This was total humiliation. But nothing compared to what she was to suffer. Eventually, the train came to her station. Dr Suzuki got off the train, and scurried towards the toilets as quickly as possible. At the sight of the sign, another loud fart ripped through her skirt. She felt relieved that at least it wasn't messy. Her favourite skirt was still clean. There wasn't a queue for the toilets. But she was dismayed to see why. The toilets were closed for cleaning. She grimaced in pain. She had no choice but to make the long, desperate walk home, and hope against hope she could make it. She texted her husband again. "Disaster! Toilets closed at station. Going to be a painful walk home..." He replied. "Are you going to make it home? It's OK if you don't." She blushed. It might be OK with him, but it wasn't with her. She was a strong, tough girl, and she wasn't going to poo her favourite skirt. She didn't reply. She put her phone back in the pocket of the skirt she was desperately trying not to poo, and hurried home as quickly as possible. The wind blew through her legs as she walked along the streets, and wind erupted from her bottom again. She was so, so lucky she hadn't followed through, but she couldn't take any more chances. Poo was starting to force out of her anus, and she was desperately straining to pull it back. So far, she was succeeding, but she couldn't much longer. By the time she got back to her apartment building, she had a hand pressed against her bottom and was sweating from the exertion. She'd never had to poo this badly in her life. She absolutely yearned for the toilet, but tried not to think about it too much for fear of letting go in anticipation. Why couldn't she have just queued back at the station? She wasn't so tough after all. But she was. She was. She'd make it, just. That's what she told herself as she leaned against the elevator wall, trembling in exertion, another fart squeaking out of her bottom. She was only one moment of weakness away from poo dropping into her knickers, and then she knew she'd lose it completely. The elevator finally came to her floor. She staggered out, and towards her door. She'd almost made it...almost...she just had to get her keys... She put her hand into her skirt pocket, her skirt she'd barely managed not to poo. She got out her keys...and fumbled them. They dropped on the floor. She knew she couldn't crouch down to get them. She'd poo if she did. She hammered on the door. "Kenji! Kenji! I'm home!" she said, panicked. Kenji slowly ambled over to the door, and opened it. "Hey, babe, I -" Dr Suzuki charged past him as soon as the door was open. As she did, she felt a loud, squelching fart erupt in her knickers. She was starting to poo, and she knew it. Poo forced through her anus and filled her knickers until it burst round the edges. By the time she got to the toilet, she just hiked up her skirt and sat down with her knickers on. There was barely even a point taking them off. She was pretty much finished. She slumped forward, feeling the weight of poo in her knickers, and burst into tears. Kenji walked through and saw, and smelt, the disaster. "Hey, babe," he said. "It's OK. You had a little accident. Whatever." "I'm not a child..." said Dr Suzuki. "I'm a professional woman...this is so humiliating..." "You're my little girl," said Kenji, stroking her hair. "How about I clean you up?" "OK...fine...whatever...I'm a baby..." she said, still sobbing. Kenji picked her up and put her across his knees. He pulled up her skirt, and surveyed the carnage. She really had needed to poo. Dr Suzuki felt Kenji's erection sticking into her hard. Did he actually...like this? Maybe this wasn't all bad after all. "You did make a mess of yourself, didn't you, babe," he said. "Now, let's get you in the shower and washed up. And let's get me in the shower with you." Kenji pulled off Dr Suzuki's shoes, then her socks, then her filthy knickers, then her stained skirt, then her cardigan, shirt, and bra. He then stripped himself, and led her into the shower. He switched on the water, and let it run over their bodies and wash Dr Suzuki's tears and mess away. Then he picked her up again, and this time penetrated her. Dr Suzuki whimpered in pleasure as he thrust, though it didn't take long for him to come. After he did, the withdrew, then pleasured her with his fingers until she came, too. As they got out of the shower, Dr Suzuki felt a lot better about the whole affair. "So...you like me pooing myself?" she said. "Yeah," said Kenji. "You were so weak and vulnerable, and I could be the strong man to you. I love that." "Cool," said Dr Suzuki. She wasn't sure if she wanted to try it again, but it was certainly an interesting experience.

Vicki woke up in her bedroom, she was on top of the sheets, naked and looked around for Bruce Wayne. She realised she was not anymore at Wayne Manor but at her house, still naked and after having sex with Bruce, who she secretly know is Batman. She looked at her watch to see what the time was it was 12:00 PM, “Oh holy fucking God, I am late for work.” She walked over to the bathroom and she sticks her big ass out and then pees herself and wets the floor of the bathroom again just like yesterday morning. Vicki feels like she has to shit now, so she moves the big red bucket over to her and squat over it to shit in it. She starts making farts, she farts and farts and finally the last one was wet fart and her shit fall on the floor she keeps messing on the floor. After her purpose accidents are finished, she cleans up her messy accidents. She gets changed putting her pink panties on, then she puts on her dark grey skirt, white top with light brown jacket, black pantyhose and her black high boots. he then makes herself breakfast, she poured herself a big glass of orange juice and goes to see Bruce. On the way she fells her bladder hurting and she had to pee, but she couldn’t go now. She was very close to her Wayne Manor, but there was no rest area on the way to Bruce’s. She continued riding and felt her urge getting worse, so she thought of putting some music on, but she did that last time and it didn’t work because of the add after the song. She sat there holding on trying not to pee herself. Her bladder was now half full and she squirmed, screamed and squeezed her legs together. She looked around the car and there was no empty bottles to pee in. She then looked outside and saw a big tree, she thought to herself thinking if she stops the car and pees behind the tree then she doesn’t have to worry about wetting herself again. She now has a full bladder, “Oh no, please not now!” Her first squirt of pee made her panties wet. She got to the tree and stopped the car and walked behind the tree. Just then it happened again her second squirt of pee gushing out from her pussy and shifting down into her pantied. So she pulled her skirt down then her panties and inspected her leaks. She pulled them down further. Vicki, now relieving herself while squatting and she feel the warmth of her hot golden pee. She then turned around and went back to the car and continued her drive to Bruce. She brought one coffee with her as she drank it up now. She felt the urge to pee again.”Oh no not now!” she said, she had to hold in her urge but she was near Bruce, so she just had to holding it in for a bit longer. She stopped her car outside walked to the front door and rang the buzzer and she was squeezing her legs tight in trying not to wet herself. Bruce walked up to the door to let her in. He opened the door and the two of them stared at each other and then said hi. Vicki said to Bruce “I,I,I can’t talk to you now and need to pee so badly!” Bruce replied “Ok.” Vicki is now walking to the bathroom at last she found it, she pulled a off her skirt and panties and stuck her sexy ass onto the toilet seat. Her hot urine flowed and her pain of holding onto to it longer died, which Vicki didn’t want to have two accidents today. So when she is down Vicki and Bruce get into something more classic (tuxedo and dress) Bruce said “Right, feel better now? Vicki replied “Bruce I feel much better.” Alfred comes in and said “I have made lunch. Then she hear randomly the voice of the Joker calling her “Vicki, Vicki, VICKI!!!” She tells this to Bruce and he says “I will look into this.” To Be Continued

The story so far: Sexting Cabin in the Woods City Lights Giving Thanks For Science! Many Happy Returns of the Day ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Savannah trip was darker that year—figuratively and literally. Figuratively, of course, because instead of the excitement and tension of a brand-new relationship, they had the looming shadow of its potential end. Literally, because the whole trip was hit with a succession of rainstorms. Meagan and Parker returned to campus almost reluctantly, dawdling at their last meal on the road. Not even Dacy’s phone-call promise to arrive early on Monday and leave them Sunday night was motivation to get home. They still had sex, of course; not raw and frantic as on the night of the party, but bittersweet and tender. The last time, the last time, this might be the last time… that ran through Parker’s head almost every time they did anything together. Meagan was not reassured when she got an email from the registrar asking to come by on Monday after class. But she came back with a bemused look on her face. “What?” Parker asked. “Are you aware Linda Bonham is a total badass?” “Can’t say that I am.” “So apparently my uncle came down here last week.” “Oh, shit!” “Shows what he knows about this school, because he didn’t even think I might not be here. Anyway, he demanded his money back. Linda told him the college doesn’t do refunds, especially since I was more than halfway through the semester. That put his back up. Then he said he was pulling me out of school.” “There’s no way he can do that.” “Which is exactly what Linda told him. Reminded him that I’m twenty-one. She says he got pretty mad then and said I was leaving with him whether I liked it or not and whether she liked it or not.” “Uh-oh.” “Well, that’s what put her back up, apparently, because she said—and here I’m quotin’ exactly: ‘Meagan will remain here as long as she wishes, and the next time you say anything to the contrary in my presence or hers, I will report you for conspiracy to commit kidnapping.’” “Oh, wow.” “I know, right? And since it would be across state lines, that’s a Federal case. FBI. Which she also mentioned.” “How’d he take it?” “Well, he left, but apparently he said some pretty shitty things about her, me, and the college. She wouldn’t tell me exactly what, but she said it wasn’t fit for a Christian to say. Which makes me think he got up on his high horse. And then she told me that she was taking it personal, and that she was going to make sure I never had to depend on any man to keep going here. I don’t quite know what she meant by that, but I think it probably had something to do with something he said, since she wouldn’t say anything more.” “Whoa. This is heavy.” “I know.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “This is freaky. My uncle just doesn’t talk like that...” “You think she was exaggerating?” “No, I think he’s so used to getting his way that he took it real rough when he didn’t get it this time.” “Serves him right.” “Parker, he’s a hard man, but he’s done a lot for my family. All the best things in my life—Camp Graham, the cabin—come from him. Remember, I never would have met you if not for him.” She smiled a little. “But yeah, it’s probably good for him to not get his way all the time…” “So hey, long story short: you’ve got a chance now!” “I guess? Maybe? I mean, she’s the registrar, sure, but that doesn’t mean she can just hand me a free ride.” “But she’s got to know all the ways she can make it easier, and all the scholarships you could get.” “It’s just—it’s been a rough week, love, and my faith in humanity is a little thin right now. If she can do something for me, I’ll believe it when it happens.” She shrugged. “Besides, let’s say I do get a scholarship. Let’s say I do get to come back next year. Fine, cool, but where am I gonna go next month when school lets out for the summer? If I say I’m coming back here next year, my family will make life total hell for me. They’d definitely get Camp Graham to fire me.” “Better get a recommendation from them now.” “That’s a good idea. I’ll call them tomorrow…” Parker, in his default role of news relay to various folks, updated the team and his parents on this latest twist in the Saga of Meagan, and then waited for more news. The uncertainty wasn’t good for his fingernails. The next bit of news came in the mail—with “Camp Graham” on the return address. Meagan stared at it for a long time without opening it. “What are you waiting for?” Parker asked. “I’ve worked at Camp Graham for years. Before that, I went myself. This is all my summers. And they might be firing me. They might be dropping me like a hot rock.” “Or this might be the letter of recommendation.” “Yeah.” “Only one way to find out, huh?” “I’m hoping that if I can just put it off long enough, I won’t have to look.” “How long would be ‘long enough’?” “The rest of my life should do it.” “Want me to read it first?” She hesitated, then said, “No, I’ve got to have the guts.” She ripped the envelope open with a savage movement—which tore the papers inside, too. “Whoops,” she said, holding the rip closed with her fingers as she tried to make sense of what she was holding. Parker watched her eyes flickering across the page. She glanced at the next page, then back at the first—and then her eyes filled with tears. “What is it?” Parker asked. She wordlessly held it out to him. Meagan, (it began) We were deeply saddened to hear of the conflict between you and your uncle. As you know, Camp Graham is deeply indebted to the Hainley family. While John Hainley does not have the power to hire or fire camp staff, it is true that those who do would certainly take his recommendations very seriously, and anyone he felt was a poor employee might find working for the camp a difficult experience. Also we would be particularly anxious not to risk our relationships with the Hainleys, since they are a crucial part of the Camp Graham family. We find this particularly painful because we also consider you to be a crucial part of the camp family. So we are terribly hurt that it seems we must part with either you or John. We are trying to follow the command to “judge not” as we listen to your differing accounts of what has happened. Not knowing the truth, we pray for both of you. In your telephone call earlier, you expressed a concern that your uncle would ask us to not recommend you to other employers. We felt you should know that in all our conversations with him, he never once requested such a thing, nor would we honor his request if he made it. Whatever you may have done or not done elsewhere has no bearing on what we have seen at camp with our own eyes: that any employer would be fortunate to have you. You will find enclosed a letter of recommendation that testifies to this. We hope that someday you may be reconciled to your family. Until then, may our blessings go with you. “Wow,” Parker said. “Are they firing you or not?” “They’re easing me out,” Meagan said, cheeks wet, “but they’re trying to ease me in wherever I end up. They didn’t just drop me. They didn’t.” She flapped the slightly-torn letter of recommendation, still in her hand. “This is downright embarrassing, it’s so glowing.” “Oh, lover,” Parker said, and hugged her. “I can’t go back,” she said into his shoulder. “I can’t go back. But they wished me well…” “Is this good news?” “Not quite… it’s like an old friend died, hon, or a bunch of them… or moved away and I’ll never see them again… but they left me something really precious. A last gift.” He held her while she cried. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We're on the last lap here, folks; end in sight. I'll try not to keep you waiting so long this time. And if you're just tuning in and are thinking, "What's going on?" I promise that there will be sex and desperation in this story eventually, but we've got to get through the plot first. Maybe reread some of the older stuff while you wait?

Content Warning: This story contains omorashi (pee desperation, wetting), diapers, and explicit descriptions of unsafe sex. If you prefer not to read about any of those it would be best to skip this story; otherwise, please enjoy. This story consists of 10 chapters. I intend to post an update every 2-3 days in this thread. Burying The Past An accident leads two strangers to a new life. Chapter 1 Emma leaned idly against the chipped counter behind the cash register, watching the small shop's lone patron browse an endcap display of scented candles. Eventually he settled on a green one and dropped it in the basket on his arm. He wandered down the aisle and out of her sight, leaving her with nothing to watch but the clock once again. The older gentleman returned to the front of the store a short time later, having added a decorative hand towel to his basket. "My sister-in-law is visiting," he explained as he set the basket on the counter. "Very nice, I'm sure she'll like them," Emma replied in a polite but uninterested voice. He shrugged, "Truth be told, it's probably shi-stuff she doesn't need, but my wife sent me to get a welcoming gift… so here I am." Emma dutifully rang him up and sent him on his way, leaving the store empty save for her and her co-worker, Josh. Josh had told her that morning he would be doing inventory in the stockroom most of the day, and she had hardly seen him since. Given how little merchandise they were moving these days, it surprised her there could be so much inventory work needed, but it wasn't like there was much work for him to do at the checkout counter either. As closing time rolled around he finally re-appeared from the back. "Hey Emma, I'm headed out. I cleaned and locked up the restroom already. Can you handle the rest of close up?" "Sure, I got it. Hey next time could you let me know before you close the bathroom? I've been stuck up front all day without a break while you were in the back." "Oh yeah, sorry about that, I can unlock them again if you want," he offered. Emma sighed, "No, it's all right. `Night Josh." Emma locked the door behind him and flipped the open sign to "Closed". After a quick sweep of the floors, she headed out to her '98 Cavalier in the back parking lot. The engine cranked and sputtered when Emma turned the key, but didn't catch. It did that occasionally, but if she waited a few minutes it would usually start on the second or third try. She pulled out her phone and spent some time catching up on Twitter. After a few minutes, she tried the key again and heard the engine turn over, followed by a loud snap, a rapid series of metallic clicks and then silence. She turned the key again, but the dash didn't even light up this time. "Oh for fuck's sake," she cursed at the steering wheel. Emma popped the hood and climbed out to look at the engine. After a minute of staring blankly at what looked to her like a completely fine and normal engine, she sighed and slammed the hood shut. She was only fooling herself thinking her newly-earned technical writing degree gave her the knowledge to fix whatever was wrong with this pile of junk. Pulling out her phone, she requested an Uber and then walked back to the front of the store to wait. Now that she faced a longer than anticipated journey home, she wished she had asked Josh to unlock the bathroom before he left. Eventually her ride pulled up and she subconsciously assessed the driver to assure herself he wasn't about to kidnap or murder her. He was about her age, clean shaven, and decently dressed - oh and relatively handsome as well - so probably not a threat she determined. "Hey, thanks for the lift," she greeted him as she climbed into the passenger seat. He nodded to her, "sure, make yourself comfortable. I'm Dan. Headed home?" "Yeah, thanks." Emma stole a few glances at Dan as they drove down the street. He was actually more than a little handsome she decided, but she noticed with some disappointment a ring on his finger. He didn't say a word as they drove further though, and that cut into his charm a bit. Emma tried to get a conversation started. "Thanks again for the ride. I tried to start my car after work but it seems to be completely dead now, and I just had a ton of work done on it too. Not sure how I'll afford to get it fixed this time." "Sorry to hear that… my day hasn't gone well either unfortunately." Silence filled the car. She sensed Dan was on the verge of saying more, but then his attention focused back on the road, and she understood he had decided not to explain further. The air was suddenly very heavy, and she decided not to ask for more details despite her curiosity. Instead, she pulled out her phone and zoned out while Dan drove on. Emma stretched her thumb to scroll the screen but never finished the movement. A thunderous screech of metal and cracking of plastic assaulted her ears, and her vision went blank for a moment. She came to moments later, ears ringing and surrounded by acrid wisps of smoke. Looking out the front windshield she found herself staring straight into the empty passenger seat of another car. To her right, she saw the driver of the other car slumped over the steering wheel. Slight panic began to set in as Emma finally realized she had just been in a car accident. She pushed the deflated airbag off her lap, undid her seatbelt, and looked over at Dan. "Dan?" Dan's hand came up and he pushed an airbag out of his face. "I'm OK. Are you OK?" he inquired, wincing slightly as he turned to look at her. "Yeah, I think so. What happened?" Dan shook his head, "I actually can't remember. I don't remember seeing them coming at all." "The other driver, I'm not sure if he's all right. He doesn't seem to be moving," Emma told him worriedly. Dan followed her gaze to the driver's seat of the other car. Emma tried to sit up straighter to get a better view, but a sharp pain in her right ankle made her cry out loudly. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Dan asked immediately, the other driver completely forgotten. A loud knock came at Emma's window before she could reply. She turned her head and heard the muffled voice of a man outside the car. "Are you all right in there?" Emma saw the man pulling in vain on the door handle and realized the door was jammed. Her heart rate jumped dramatically and she felt suddenly very claustrophobic. A memory flashed through her mind: she stood dressed in black at a funeral on a grey and cloudy day. She saw herself looking into the casket and saw… herself. "We're trapped! WE HAVE TO GET OUT!" she screamed suddenly, momentarily unable to focus on anything else. "No, No, it's OK! Don't worry. It'll be all right," Dan said, trying to calm her. Emma felt Dan's firm grasp on her arm. Almost as quickly as the panic attack had come, it faded away when he touched her. She looked over into his eyes, and then looking past his face noticed his door was already open. "My foot, something happened to my foot," she told him. "Can you open your door?" "No, it's stuck." "OK, hold on a sec." Dan swiveled his feet towards the center of the car. "Lean back," he instructed her. With all his might he unleashed a double-footed kick at the door panel and it swung open with a terrible crack and grinding noise. "Wait there a minute, let me come around to help you," he told her. "Are you all right?" the other man who had been trying to free her asked when the door swung open. Before Emma could answer, Dan had rushed around the car and gently pushed the man out of the way. Reaching one hand behind her back and the other under her legs, Dan picked her up and carried her to the curb. Several other bystanders gathered around them. "Don't worry, help is on the way," one of them said. Emma sat waiting for the police to arrive, thinking of nothing but the pain in her ankle and how much she now wished she had visited the bathroom before leaving work. Dan came over and sat down next to her. "The other driver is fine, he was just stunned. I'm really sorry about what happened," he told her. "What actually happened?" Dan interlaced his fingers and looked down at his hands. "I, uh, I ran a light and hit the other car as he was turning left… I fucked up… couldn't get my mind off earlier today." "Earlier today?" A police car pulled up at that moment, and Dan used the opportunity to dodge the question. "I better go talk to him, I'll get some help for your foot, just wait here." Moments later he and the officer returned, and the officer kneeled down in front of her. "Good evening Miss, this gentleman says your foot's hurt. Do you want me to call an ambulance?" "Uhhhh, no, please don't." In a quieter and somewhat ashamed voice she continued, "I can't afford that right now." The policeman sighed, "Don't worry about the cost, if you're hurt we should call an ambulance. Can you stand?" Emma applied a little weight to her ankle, but winced immediately as a sharp pain radiated up her leg bone. The policeman reached for his radio, but Emma waved him off and spoke quickly. "No, no, please don't. It'll be all right, it's probably just sore." He looked at her skeptically but dropped his hand away from the radio. "Yeah right, you a nurse? Whatever, it's your call." Shaking his head, the officer walked off to speak with the other driver, and Dan sat down beside Emma again. "I just called a friend, he'll be on his way to work soon but said he could drop you off at your place on the way - if you want." "Yeah, thanks. Wait, have you seen my phone?" "Uh, let me check the car." A few minutes later Dan returned and handed over her phone. "Found it - doesn't look like there's any damage." "Thanks. At least something survived the day unscathed." Emma sat on the curb watching the policeman investigate the scene while the wrecker driver hooked up the damaged cars. From time to time she caught herself subconsciously placing a hand between her legs, and quickly moved it away. By the time Dan's friend showed up, she found herself more focused on her need to pee than on the pain in her ankle. Dan reached out a hand to help Emma stand. She tried to place weight on her ankle, but the pain was simply unbearable. She stood helpless for a moment on one foot until Dan realized her plight. With one arm around her back and the other under her legs, he carried her over to his friend's car and set her in the car seat. As he released her, she felt a slight tingle on her legs where his hand had made contact. "Wow, sorry about what happened, where do you live?" Dan's friend greeted her. Emma gave him directions and the three set off. After about 5 minutes, Emma began to feel an uncomfortable cramping in her bladder. "Sorry, do you think we could stop at a gas station quick so I can use the restroom?" "Sorry I'm running late for work already, but we're only like 10 minutes away from your house, OK?" "Oh, OK," Emma conceded. Hidden by the darkness of evening, she buried her hand between her legs and squeezed tight for the remainder of the ride. When they arrived at her apartment Emma opened the car door and stood up, holding onto the door frame for support. "Uh, Dan…?" she said, raising her voice at the end of the pseudo-question. Dan jumped out quickly and picked her up in his arms. "This would be a lot easier if you had crutches or something," he commented. As he started carrying her towards the apartment, Dan's friend called out. "Hey Dan, I legit have to go or I'm gonna be late for work." "Go on man, I'll find my own way home, thanks a lot for the lift!" "OK, good luck!" Dan carried her to her doorstep and set her down to unlock the door. She winced as her feet hit the ground and a spasm shook her bladder. It took all her might not to give in and have an accident right there on the doorstep. "Well, I'm really really sorry about what happened. I hope the rest of your night goes better," he said as he turned to walk away. "Wait! Could you carry me to the bathroom please," she begged, desperate to get to a toilet before losing control. "Oh, uhhh, sure." Dan picked her up again and carried her into the dark apartment. Following her directions, he managed to get to the bathroom without walking into any furniture and set her on the toilet lid. "I'm really sorry again about tonight. I totally understand about the ambulance, money is really tight for me too. I can't believe that happened, I was just so distracted..." Dan talked on, profusely apologizing for all that had happened. Finally Emma cut him off. "Dude it's OK, I really have to pee though, could you go please?" "Oh yeah, sorry. Would it be OK if I wait for an Uber here?" "Yeah, just leave the bathroom please, I'm about to pee myself." Dan's eyes went a little wide and he scooted out the door. "And shut the door!" she called out after him. He quickly returned and closed the door behind him. With Dan finally gone, Emma frantically stood and lifted the toilet lid, and then ripped down her shorts and panties and just managed to sit on the toilet before the flood came forth. After perhaps the longest pee of her life, she used the counter to pull herself over to the sink and wash her hands, and then leaned on the counter again to move over to the door. As soon as she opened it, Dan came running from the living room and helped her move to the couch. "Here, I prepared an ice pack for your ankle," he said, handing her a plastic Ziploc bag of ice wrapped in a kitchen towel. "Oh, great, thanks." Emma held the ice to her ankle as Dan started to speak. "Look, I'm really," Emma held up her hand. "Stop. I know, apology already accepted, let's move on." She stared into Dan's forlorn face, he looked so sincerely distraught over the pain he had caused. It made him look almost cuter in a way. An awkward silence followed as they sat together on the couch. Emma looked down at his hand and remembered the ring on his finger. Without really thinking, she blurted out a question that had nagged her since she first saw him. "Are you married?" She felt herself blush and immediately regretted asking, but forgot her embarrassment when Dan responded in a most peculiar way. He looked down at the ring on his hand and slowly slid it off his finger. He held up the ring between two fingers and stared at it. "This has been on my finger for 11 months. It symbolized the love, devotion, and fidelity that my fiancé and I shared." He paused and slid the ring into his pants pocket before continuing. "But earlier today I caught her fucking my own god damn brother. So now it symbolizes nothing." Emma stared back with eyes wide. No suitable response came to her mind. Thankfully she was saved from having to provide one by the arrival of Dan's Uber. Dan handed her a napkin upon which he had scribbled a phone number. "Here's my number. Please text me if I can do anything to help. Seriously, now that my relationship and my car and my job are all fucked I have plenty of time." "Uhm, thanks, hope tomorrow goes better for you." Emma said. Dan nodded in acknowledgement and walked out the door.

Hey, folks. Sorry for the long delay -- but I think you'll understand, when you see the size of this thing! In fact, it's over 10,000 words and still not done. This is just part one, and I'll post a few more bits shortly. The last two parts have yet to be written. I don't usually do this, posting a story that's not yet fully written out, but I couldn't keep you waiting any longer (ironic, I suppose, for a desperation fic writer). Part of my problem was being busy at work; part of my problem is that this story is definitely an autumn story (crunchy fallen leaves and so on) and it's spring-going-on-summer in my part of the world, so I've been having a hard time getting into the mood! I'll post the usual links, then let you get to reading. (Volume 2 links only; if you want Volume 1, PM me) Sexting Cabin in the Woods City Lights ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fall arrived with a hint of winter in the back of the wind. Leaves blew across the paths and crunched underfoot. Pumpkins were suddenly everywhere. (So were Christmas displays, but people of good taste chose to ignore these until after Thanksgiving.) Parker’s breath fogged in the morning as he crunched to class; then it fogged all day long. Meagan started wearing jeans and a sweatshirt everywhere, and Parker loved this. Then she added a woolly hat, and this made her cuter still. Parker was particularly looking forward to Thanksgiving break. A whole week off. The year before he’d gone home for Thanksgiving, but it had cost his dad a lot of hours on the road picking him up and driving him back, and besides, the much-longer Christmas break was just a few weeks away. So it felt like too little time visiting for such a long travel time. Besides, Meagan was staying on-campus too. She was quite happy about this. “It’s gonna be so much fun,” she said. “We’ll do our own Thanksgiving, just you and me, and we’ll have the campus to ourselves… we’ll have my room to ourselves…” The only dark spot on the horizon was the fight Meagan had with her mother about not coming back. “She wants me home,” Meagan said. “And, honestly, I see why… the whole family comes together. It’s a big deal. But I told her I’ve got too much work to do, because I would much rather spend the week here with you than back in a town that drives me crazy.” She sighed. “But I think mom knows I’m not really telling her everything… she got pretty pissed when I said I wasn’t coming back until Christmas.” She sighed. “Christmas is gonna suck. Which makes me want to go home even less.” “Anything I can do?” Parker asked. “Nah. Nothing more than you’re already doing. And what you’re going to be doing. Hey, speaking of, what do you want to do that week? Remember, we’ll have the room to ourselves…” “Oh, I remember,” Parker said with feeling. “I definitely remember.” “Wanna do anything special?” “I did have an idea or two.” “So did I. You first.” “I was hoping we could do some desperation—” “Oh, totally. I figured.” “—But I wanted to go a little farther this time.” “Farther?” He took a deep breath. “If you’re okay with it, I was hoping we could play around the whole week. A bit like we did at the cabin. I was thinking… I was wondering if I could decide where and when you got to pee all week.” Meagan grinned. “Maybe not all week,” she said, coyly. “But definitely we can do that for some of it.” “Why not all week?” “A, I need to get some work done, and B, remember that it’s tiring? I don’t think I could do it all week.” “Okay—how about this? You have to ask me permission to pee, but I promise I’ll say yes if we’re working or when you need to take a day off. And you’ll get some power over me. Say, you decide whether or not I get to come?” She laughed, low and sultry. “Oh, lover, you do know how to sell me something… ’Kay, we can do this—if I get an override.” “Of course. Consent first. But that means I get an override on coming.” “Mmm, I just figured if you came I wouldn’t punish you any.” “Balance, hon.” “Fair enough. But I’m gonna need to pee more often than we have sex. So… let’s say I get one override per day and you get one override for the week.” “You’ve got a deal.” “I can’t wait…” “Oh, but you will. And so will I.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Friday before Spring Break was a traditional time for parties. The Friday before Thanksgiving Break generally just meant a lot of people going home. Dacy wasn’t one; she left Saturday morning. Therefore, Meagan had decreed, the break didn’t start until they had the room to themselves. Dacy took a little longer to get out the door than expected, so Parker made all three of them breakfast. Once Dacy was gone, however, Meagan and Parker didn’t immediately jump into bed together. Well, they did, but fully clothed, and just to watch TV episodes that Parker had ripped from DVD. Nothing even remotely sexy happened until Meagan got up to go to the bathroom. “Where are you headed?” “Bathroom.” “Have you asked permission?” She grinned. “Sorry, forgot. May I go to the bathroom, please?” “You may,” he said graciously. Maybe this little exchange got them thinking. After the episode finished, Meagan rolled over onto her belly, bare feet kicked up behind her, chin rested on her hands, and said, “I think I’m done with TV for today.” “So what do you want to do now?” Parker asked. She wriggled a little. The effect was a little spoiled by the fact that she was wearing sweatpants. But only a little. It turned out she wasn’t wearing anything under those sweats. Or under her t-shirt. Some time later, Parker was behind her, thrusting deep, holding on to her hips. Meagan was keeping her weight up with one arm, using her free hand to wield her vibrator. “Oh, by the way,” she said over her shoulder, between her panting breath, “you have my permission to come.” “Thank you. Forgot that…” “Thought you might have. But I want you to. Come in me…” Afterward, Meagan stood up with a satisfied smile, stretching. “’Kay, I should pee. May I?” “Of course. Safety first. I’ll do the same.” Meagan pulled on her light robe and slipped out into the hall. Parker pulled his sweats on and went down to the boy’s bathroom. Meagan was waiting in the doorway when he came back, holding her robe closed with one hand. “It’s a good thing we’re alone,” she said. “It’s incredibly obvious what we were just up to.” “Nobody’s business even if we weren’t,” Parker said. “Yeah, but think of the advantages,” she replied, and let her robe fall open. “I take your point…” But in fact they weren’t totally alone. Gerard, their jovial RA, had drawn the short straw to watch the dorm over the break. He was down at the far end of the opposite hallway, however, all the way across the lobby. Since he was the only other person in the building, they actually saw him a little more than usual, and wound up eating together in the dorm kitchen several times. But he gave them plenty of room, and they definitely had the whole hallway to themselves Sunday was a work day, theoretically. Meagan didn’t want to spend too many days goofing off until she’d gotten a few projects done. But it was a lazy-Sunday kind of day, and while some work occurred, it was occasionally interrupted by making out. Meagan had gotten into the routine of asking for Parker’s permission to pee, but since she’d expressed a desire to get work done, he hadn’t refused her yet. Monday morning they woke each other up with more make-outs, and when Meagan asked if she could go pee, Parker considered it for a second and said, “Hmm… another ten minutes of making out.” She shook her head. “I actually need to take a dump too, so I’m using my override.” “Fair enough.” But with his power challenged, he decided he was going to be a little more controlling today. Over breakfast, however, Meagan said, “I don’t feel like I got enough work done yesterday. I want to finish up my essay before we do anything else.” “Want my help?” “Just help me on stay track. No distractions.” “I can do that.” So some hours when she asked, “Bathroom?” he said, “Let me see how much you’ve written.—No, not yet. Two more paragraphs, then you can go.” Her eyes twinkled. “I see what you’re up to, boy.” “Just helping you stay on track!” With this “motivation,” Meagan did indeed finish her essay that day. To celebrate, and because she said she was feeling like a slug, they went to the gym. Most campus buildings were still open for various professors coming and going or—in the case of the athletic center—community members coming in to use the facilities. So the weight room was open but empty. Without any fear of being overheard, Parker was more open and direct. “Need to go?” he asked Meagan as she did her squats. “You know it,” she said, not quite smiling because she was lifting a fairly heavy load. “Well, you can’t, not yet. Keep going!” “I hadn’t even asked yet, goofball.” “Yeah, but I could see it in you.” “I can go a lot longer than this. Even doing squats.” “Oh yeah? Just for that, you’re going to have to.” By her last set, Meagan was noticeably locked down tight. After finishing, she stood breathing hard and drinking water with her legs casually crossed. “Now do I get to go?” she asked, between sips. “Nope.” Meagan cast a slightly-imploring glance at the women’s room as they walked past it, and then drew in a sharp breath as they stepped outside into the cool fall evening. Parker saw her clench her fists, her butt—every muscle—for a moment, before moving on calmly as if nothing were wrong. Back in their empty dorm, Meagan said, “I’m gonna shower, ’kay?” “No problem. You just don’t get to pee yet.” “Really?” she said, one hand on her cocked hip as if she were angry—but her eyes still twinkled. “I am definitely ready to piss, hon, the shower is gonna be hard.” “So you’re saying you can’t do it? Gonna use an override?” “Oh, you went there, huh? Doubting me?” “You just said it’d be hard.” “Yeah, but that was just me whining. This is you doubting my ability. No way. I’ll totally do it. And to prove it to you, you’re showering with me.” “Oooooh.” Rather than having her scout the way and then sneaking him into the girls’ bathroom, as she’d done back in the spring, they simply walked in—with only Gerard in the whole building, it wasn’t like they needed to be secretive. Meagan cast an imploring glance at the bank of empty stalls—and then turned the other way, to the showers. She groaned a bit as her workout shorts hit the floor, and she groaned again as the water started to run. “Mmmkay, this may be the hardest thing you’ve asked me to do yet,” Meagan said. She took a deep breath, set her jaw, and dived under the water. “Want some help washing up?” Parker asked. “Sure,” she said. He squatted down and began to wash her feet and legs. He went slow, however, and she was done with the upper part of her body much faster. She looked down at him, her hair dark with water, the shower still pouring warmth onto her shoulder, and said, “Taking your time?” “Why? You need to be somewhere?” “I need to pee somewhere.” He soaped up butt and hips, then slid his hands over her bladder. She tensed—no, she was already tense, she spasmed. “God, I can barely hold it when you do that,” she said. “I’m barely even pushing.” “Doesn’t matter…” “Would you like to let go?” “Uh, yeah.” “Go ahead. Pee right here.” For a couple seconds nothing happened. “Crap, I’m too locked down,” she muttered. “Need some help?” “If you push on me right now, boy, I will end you…” “Okay. Just relax. Lean on me. Spread your legs. Feel the water running over you.” A few moments later she gave a little shiver, then a sigh, and the tension drained out of her. Her flow mingled with the water running down her legs and off her body. The scent of her piss wafted up to them on the steam. “There you go,” he whispered in her ear. “Whew,” she said after she was drained. “That was really hard. Harder than I thought.” “You managed, though! You’re so amazing!” “Yeah, I guess I did,” she said with a chuckle. She turned around to face him and took his erection in her hand. “You’re nice and hard.” “Mmhm.” “That turned you on a lot, huh?” “Yeah, but not half as much as what I’ve got planned for us tomorrow,” he said. “Tomorrow?” she said, eyebrows going up. “Yep.” “I’m gonna warn you, after this my bladder muscles might be a little tired.” “That shouldn’t be a big problem. I wanna try something different.” She thought it over. “’Kay, we can do more tomorrow. But there’s a price tag attached.” “You’re gonna make me wait to come, aren’t you.” “It’s like you know me,” she said, and kissed him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll see if I can get Pt. 2 posted (in this thread) later tonight.

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I haven't written anything in a while. At least anything that I have completed. Here's something short and a bit different than my normal works. It should be mentioned that this story contains fairly explicit sex. That being said, here's the result of a little bit of inspiration. She let out a sigh as the front door to her modest house came into view. Already the sun was beginning to dip under the horizon casting lengthy shadows across the sidewalk. What time even was it? Stifling a yawn she checked her watch as she pulled into her driveway. "Seven thirty!" she exclaimed letting her head slump back against the seat. She's let herself get so tied up at the office again. The very office she had begun to earn a bit of a reputation as a real ball buster; but she got things done and that's what mattered. Stepping out of her German sedan Emelie stretched her arms over her head and grimaced faintly. There had been more traffic than anticipated. The fresh ocean air reinvigorated the exhausted woman. Snatching her purse from the passenger's seat she quickly hurried to the door locking the car behind her with a chirp of the alarm. Her heels clicked noisily with every step complimenting her pin striped suit. The woman's outfit combined with her pitch black hair projected an aura of seriousness; she was not one you wanted to mess with. Rummaging through her purse for her keys she shuffled ever so slightly where she stood. With a triumphant look she plucked the key from her purse and after the familiar thunk of the deadbolt disengaging she was granted access into her abode. The raven haired business woman tossed her purse onto a small table in the entryway and kicked off her heels. Kneading her toes into the carpet she let her head lull back and shut her eyes enjoying the small things in life. In her girlish excitement to get home she hadn't even noticed the sinister figure waiting deathly silent for her. As soon as she pushed the door shut behind her she felt his cold hand squeezing the back of her neck. "Don't move." a gruff but familiar voice said, forcing her forward a few steps. She let out a squeal of surprise that could have just as easily been conflated with a moan. His command was met with a swift elbow to his ribs earning a groan of pain from her assailant. His grip momentarily loosened around her neck but was quickly replaced with his fingers running through her hair; tightly grabbing a fistful of her ebony locks. "I said don't move!" he growled at her as she began flailing behind her trying to free herself. He shoved her against the wall which earned a groan of discomfort as she was reminded of her need. "W...wait I'm not ready I need to p..." she tried to protest but he interrupted her with a harsh swat on her shapely bottom. The smack echoed in the entryway and she went quiet quivering with excitement before he smacked her backside again through her slacks. The only sound save for their labored lusty breathing was an almost imperceptible hiss as she briefly dribbled urine into her panties. Her posture stiffened, her cheeks flushed pink as the pain radiated from a third spank. "O...ok please... please stop." she suddenly blurted out halting another impending smack. In the lull she could feel his painful grip on her hair ease and a cold metal bracelet fasten around her wrist, clicking shut. First one wrist, then the next. Handcuffs! They weren't the flimsy kind either... She swallowed dryly trying to tug her wrists apart finding them bound closely behind her back. Her legs quivered again falling under the allure of his dominance. "We're going to have a lot of fun." he said, pulling her away. She stumbled, nearly losing her balance. It was difficult to walk when her legs felt like jelly! His hand kept hold of the chain linking her wrists together guiding her from behind towards the bedroom. With a shove he pushed her forward sending the woman tripping over her own feet falling onto the large bed in the center of the room. Emelie managed to push herself up from her side sitting on the edge of the bed. She glared at the man who loomed over her, masking her true feelings. With every step she could feel her thong rubbing against her, damp not just with urine. It was maddening being teased like that and the sensation of a full bladder was only making things worse! Why did she have to work so late today of all days? She wilted under his harsh gaze, her glare losing some of its muster replaced with hints of submissive lust. His long brown hair, the well defined jaw adorned with just enough stubble to give him a rugged look. "How convenient." he commented grabbing something off the dresser before approaching her tossing the pink collar and leash onto the bed next to her. "But first..." he gripped the collar of her blouse, one side in each hand and ripped it open! Buttons popped and flew everywhere as he laughed when her chest was exposed. With her hands cuffed behind her back she was powerless to hide herself from his lecherous gaze. Smirking he reached under her opened shirt grabbing her chest squeezing her breasts in his hands. He could see her face contort, biting her lip resisting the urge to moan. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction but she wouldn't be able to resist for long. She always put up such a fight. With the front clasp undone a moment later she was completely exposed to his desires. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she blushed, finding herself wishing she was a little more well endowed. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his hands returning to her chest this time without the material of her bra to shield her. This time she couldn't resist. As he fondled her chest paying extra attention to her pert nipples she moaned pressing herself against his hands grinding her thighs together as he toyed with her. He always did this! Forced her to wait. She stared up at him almost begging with the look on her face. "So needy." he mocked, pinching her nipples between his fingers. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep glaring at me." he said grabbing the collar from the bed affixing it to her neck. "Sh...shut up!" she stammered trying to recompose herself before he yanked her to her feet with the leash. The lithe woman stood awkwardly hunched over, her ruined shirt hanging open. Her feet splayed awkwardly apart, her knees pressing together as she barely managed to avoid pissing all over her bedroom floor. "Talk to me like that again and see what happens." he said ominously. The hanging threat in the air was more than enough to regain her obedience. She answered his threat with a meek nod. The two stood face to face, her the picture of professionalism; before her blouse was torn open anyway. Him, a ruffian wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans. He pointed to the bed. "On your knees." he commanded, giving her some slack in the leash. She gave a hesitant look at the bed before doing as he said. It wasn't exactly the most graceful act without the use of her hands but she managed. The pose alone was so demeaning. Her ass stuck into the air like a plinth to the monument of depravity, her head pressed against the sheets. She could feel him grabbing her ass through her trousers, his fingers digging into her tender flesh. Another moan escaped her mouth as he squeezed and kneaded her backside for a few moments before wrapping his hands around her hips to undo her pants. The fabric pooled around her knees exposing her pale curvy bottom. It was his turn to let out a moan, the sight of her bent over, pants around her knees wearing just a thong was enough to weaken the resolve of any man. Fortunately the tiny damp splotch on the crux of her pants legs went unnoticed. There was a faint pink hue on the cheek where she had been spanked earlier. The pink mingling with the black ink of the sole tattoo she had. Just for good measure he gave her another quick smack! She gasped in surprise breathing in sharply praying that he didn't notice the rivulet of glistening yellow liquid rolling down her inner thigh. It had all happened so quickly and she didn't want to stop it but... it was getting to the point now that she was on the verge of a major accident. She wriggled and moaned in pain before feeling his probing fingers teasing her slit. "Look at you, you're soaked~" he teased obliviously. She turned her face burying it into the sheets hiding her embarrassment. "Enough teasing! Just... just fuck me already." she whined into the sheets almost inaudible. "What was that I didn't hear you?" he asked, tugging the front of her panties into her nethers grinding the fabric between her lips. She shuddered, squirming, trying anything to enhance the sensation. "I... I said enough ahh-mmmnnn" she started but was interrupted by a noisy moan as he pressed a finger inside and began pleasuring her. "You really are sopping wet.". The smell of her sex tickled his nose overpowering the faint smell of fresh urine as he continued working with his hand. "I said... enough teasing! F-ooooohhhh" she tried speaking again before he simply inserted another finger moving a bit more vigorously interrupting her with another uncontrollable moan. "Fuck me!" she finally managed to shout between moans, gasps and various other noises she made in the heat of the moment. "Always so impatient." he scolded, tugging the leash back a little choking her ever so slightly with the collar. He removed his hand from between her legs, wiping it on her bedding which earned a frustrated groan from the face down woman, denied her pleasure. There was a zip, some rustling and then she could feel it; the tip of his cock pressing against her womanhood, her thong pulled casually to the side. He pulled the leash forcing her to back herself onto his length causing a long string of gibberish laced expletives to leave the woman's mouth as she coughed for breath. Holding her there keeping her hilted as deep as possible he savored the moment before letting her fall so she could catch her breath. He began, rocking his hips against her. With his hands wrapped tightly around her hips her face buried in the sheets speckled with drool as she moaned with ecstasy; finally! It was exactly what she wanted, helpless under his control while he railed her. Everything else was forgotten even the aching sensation in her bladder. If anything it strangely heightened the pleasure. With every long pump she began to dribble at the bottom of his stroke both of them lost in the act of rough passionate sex. It wasn't until she noticed the cold wet sensation coating her inner thighs and the acrid smell of pee that she realized what was happening. "I... ooooh I... I'm mmmm peeing." she stammered, a hint of panic in her voice. It felt wet around her knees, her thighs felt soaking wet and she could smell it! He finally realized what was happening slowing his pace. It was wet, good sex so often was but... extraordinarily wet! Looking down with disbelief he saw the discolored splotch soaking into her and the glittering wetness on her thighs. "You've been pissing on me!" he exclaimed in surprise not having expected his adult girlfriend to piss herself especially during sex. Emelie choked up, tears welling in her eyes. She hadn't expected it to go this far, she thought she could hold it but now she was mortified! When he finally pulled out with a wet shlick letting her thong snap back into place she lost control in earnest with a moan of relief. The skimpy underwear damped the flow just enough so that a golden arc of urine didn't shoot out across her room. Instead it gushed down her thighs hissing noisily as golden liquid soaked into the pants hung around her knees and the bedding beneath. Emelie let out a sorrowful wail unable to even hold herself to attempt regaining control. All she could do was lay there with her womanhood on display as she emptied her bladder. Ten seconds passed and urine was still running down her thighs, hot and wet. Fifteen seconds and the stream was still casting a wet sheen on her thighs. After twenty seconds it finally began to taper off. The noisy hiss began to fade, spurts and dribbles of urine replacing the heavy cascade that had soaked everything beneath her. "Now that you're finished pissing yourself." he said, clearing his throat. She was about to open her mouth to speak fully expecting him to leave, disgusted with her. Instead she gasped feeling him enter her again just as aroused as he had been before. "If I'd known you were going to do that I would have made you wear a diaper today." he said with a laugh as he resumed thrusting into his lover. She let out a moan, surprised at the turn of events she was soaked in piss but still he was making love to her. She let out a groan when he teased her about a diaper but she couldn't argue it wasn't warranted. The two went at it as planned and finally when they’d both collapsed on the drier part of the bed he spoke. “So, are you going to tell me what happened?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her. The restraints were long gone and her clothes tossed aside save for the panties she still wore. “Do I have to?” she asked with a sigh, content with cuddling him. “Yes, you do and after that you have some laundry to do.” he said firmly. She just groaned at him, relenting. “Fine… I got held up at work again and then traffic… I thought I could hold it.” she said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. “I’m just glad… you’re not disgusted. I didn’t mean to pee on you… and truthfully the feeling of being so full like that; it was kind of a turn on.” she admitted, glad he couldn’t see how brightly she was blushing. “Of course I’m not disgusted with you. It’s a little… unorthodox but I thought it was cute. Try not to make it a habit unless you want your mattress stained.” he teased her. “I tried to warn you.” She said indignantly with a huff. He just laughed “I know~” he said with a wink, rolling out of bed ushering her to do the same. “Come on, get up. You need to strip your bed and take a shower.” he said, using his dominant voice. She grumbled making some incomprehensible noises before finally getting up, giving him a dirty look. “With that attitude… definitely diapers.” he teased.