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  1. hope its no repost. i like the dripping at first and how she presses the pee out of the pad spandex suit pee.mp4
  2. The Dark Wolf

    Wetting After A Wedding

    I've been experiencing writer's block with this, and feeling more shy about posting my fantasies, but I'll try this again, if only for people who want to see the types of wettings involved. Contains male and female wetting. I don't usually do male but I thought I'd do a bit for the male omo lovers looking for more male content. Feeling pretty nervous about posting this, and I hope it's good enough for anyone into male or female wetting. Also this will be fiction, not fan fiction, so none of the Equestria Girls that no one's interested in. Wetting After A Wedding Hector and Amber had just finished their wedding party, and were on their way to a cabin they had rented for their honeymoon, which was a few minutes outside a city just over an hour away from where they lived. Hector was a handsome man with dark hair. He wore a black tuxedo he'd gotten for the wedding, and gray boxer briefs underneath. He was driving the car, which had a "Just Married" sign on the back for the occasion. Amber was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair. She wore a white wedding dress that wasn't very puffy, and pink panties underneath. They had drank a lot of punch at the wedding, and they had been so excited to get to their cabin that they had forgotten to use the bathroom before they left. They were feeling an urge to pee, and knew there was no gas station between their home city and the cabin. Fortunately, they had gotten the key to the cabin before the wedding, so as soon as they reached the cabin they could go in and use the bathroom. Hector had even offered to let Amber use the bathroom first and then pee outside, since no one would be around to witness it. However, when they were approximately fifteen minutes away from the cabin, they hit a traffic jam that was lined as far as the eye could see. They had no idea what was happening, but they hoped it wouldn't last long. They were feeling their need to pee increase drastically so they couldn't sit still anymore. "I really need to go!" said Amber, fidgeting in her seat and trying her hardest to hold it in. "Me too," said Hector, holding himself. He had his car in Park so he didn't have to keep his foot on the brake. A few minutes went by, and the traffic didn't budge an inch. "Let's go find a bush we can go behind," said Hector. Amber didn't like the idea of peeing outside, but it was preferable to wetting herself. They were just about to open the doors when there was a flash of lightning, and it started to rain hard. "Damn it," said Hector. "We can't go outside in this thunder." "If only it was just rain," said Amber, blushing lightly as she was sure Hector knew what she was implying she'd do if it was. "If only," said Hector, who was also thinking the same thing. They saw a dark-haired girl in a green tank top and short, skintight black shorts step outside into the rain. She had a relieved expression on her face for about ten seconds, and then at the next flash of lightning, she ran back into her car, soaking wet. "What a daredevil," said Hector. "Good thing she didn't get struck by lightning." Amber groaned. The rain was making it harder to hold it. She fidgeted harder, trying to avoid soiling her wedding dress. "Don't worry," said Hector. "It couldn't possibly last much longer. If there was an accident up ahead, they'll clear it out in no time." "They'd better, or there'll be an accident in here soon," said Amber. "Two accidents," Hector corrected her. An hour went by. The cars didn't move, and the thunderstorm didn't let up. Hector and Amber became more desperate, and by now a lot of other people in over half the cars were desperate as well. Between the rain and having to hold it for an extended period of time, a redhead with a ponytail couldn't hold it anymore and peed in her jean shorts. About ten minutes later, a man with shoulder length blonde hair wet his black sweatpants. More people in the cars began to wet themselves as the minutes go by, and those that stayed dry became more desperate. "I don't know if I can hold it," said Amber, squirming harder in her seat. "Neither am I, but they have to get moving soon," said Hector, who had stopped grabbing his cock and was now crossing his legs, hoping this would help him hold it longer. Another hour went by, and Hector and Amber grew more desperate than they had ever been in their lives. They nearly lost it at the next crash of thunder. Many people in the other cars weren't as lucky. An athletic couple in a sports car lost control and wet themselves. The man was blonde and slightly muscular, wearing a white tank top and a pair of red shorts, and the woman had long brown hair, wearing a skintight gray romper that showed wetness easily. They blushed, but noticed each other peeing at the same time, and laughed it off. Hector and Amber were squirming hard now. Hector was now holding himself again and Amber was crossing her legs. She whimpered as she leaked a little into her panties. "Are you all right?" said Hector. "I just leaked a little," Amber said. "Come on, this can't go on much-" There was another crash of lightning. Hector leaked a bit, dampening his underwear, and Amber leaked for three seconds. "I really don't think I can hold it..." Amber whimpered. "I think I'm gonna have an accident in my dress..." "Same here," said Hector. He felt another leak for three seconds, but managed to hold the rest of it back. Slowly, more people in the other cars began to wet themselves. A bald businessman peed in his suit. An attractive Asian woman peed her skintight black pants. A thin man with dark blonde hair pissed his jeans. A blonde woman with a ponytail wet her light blue miniskirt and black panties. Amber stopped fidgeting and crossed her legs with her eyes closed tight, feeling another five-second leak soak her underwear further. "I'm not gonna make it..." Hector wasn't doing much better, holding himself as hard as he could, but leaking for four seconds despite this, dampening his pants. "Neither am I..." "Oh no... it's coming out..." Amber was leaking again, but this leak wouldn't stop. Instead it became a powerful stream that soaked her panties. The crotch of her dress turned from white to yellow, and she could feel her butt become soaked, as well as the seat under her. Amber was blushing beet red. Hector could hear the sound of Amber peeing herself. Maybe he'd also reached his limit, maybe hearing Amber's accident pushed him to it, or maybe he subconsciously wanted to make her feel better. Whatever the reason, his bladder gave out and he started to pee in his tuxedo pants, soaking his crotch and butt, and the driver's seat of his car. His pants glistened with the wetness from his stream. "I'm peeing too," he said. They were both red in the face with embarrassment from having an accident in front of each other, but the fact that they were wetting together did make them a little less uncomfortable about it. Amber let out a sigh of dismay at her potty failure, with a bit of relief at letting go. She couldn't believe she was peeing in her wedding dress. "It's all right, Amber," said Hector. "You were planning to trash that dress in the mud anyway." They both knew there was a mud pit just outside the cabin. Amber giggled a little. "But what about the seat of your car?" "Seats. And I know a cleaner that can get pee stains out." "I hope that tuxedo wasn't too expensive." "I usually dress more casual, plus I have a different suit for occasions. I guess I can trash this tuxedo in the mud with you." She punched his arm lightly. "We could have a mud fight." "That will be fun." They finished peeing. Their crotches, butts, and seats were soaked, and the car was full of the smell of urine, but they didn't mind anymore. If anything the double wetting made them closer, and they'd probably even joke about it to each other in the future. They had to sit in their wet state for another hour before the traffic finally got moving. The storm stopped before they got to their cabin. Because of the rain, the mud pit was very wet. They played around in the mud for about half an hour, and then took a bubble bath together, still in their heavily soiled tuxedo and wedding dress, scrubbing each other. Then they changed into dry, clean, casual outfits and enjoyed their honeymoon. Their tuxedo and dress had been damaged beyond repair from the pee and the mud, but they kept them until the end of their honeymoon whenever they felt like playing in the mud. Sometimes they'd even not use the bathroom before playtime and pee in them again. ... In the nearby city, Cynthia sat at a table, drinking a big cup of tea. She was a beautiful dark-haired woman with eyeliner and lipstick, and wore a purple sleeveless dress that went down to her knees (with purple panties underneath), and wore a few rings on her fingers. She looked like a queen. She hoped that her plan had worked; that the traffic jam had caused a lot of pee accidents. She loved to force people to wet themselves, as did the three people she'd hired to help with her plans, whom she had instructed to block all three lanes of the road 15 minutes outside of the city to start a traffic jam. The forecast for a big thunderstorm had at least been accurate, which was why she'd chosen today, knowing almost no one would dare go outside of their car to pee in a thunderstorm. Once she finished her tea, she was craving some Sprite, so she walked to the fridge, picked up a 1-liter bottle, and drank it. She had just set the bottle down, when her subordinates entered. Rex was a man with dark hair and a beard, and wore a gray suit. Andrew was a man with brown hair, and wore a leather jacket and jeans. Wendy was a woman with long brown hair, and wore a red T-shirt and jeans. They did not look pleased, and their pants were wet at the crotch and butt. "Did it work?" said Cynthia. "We're pretty sure it did," said Rex irritably. "It worked so well that WE all wet ourselves too!" "Why didn't you take this into account?" said Wendy. "It crossed my mind," Cynthia replied nonchalantly. "But surely you're up for it if it means making others wet themselves. That's what you're all about, isn't it?" "Making OTHERS wet themselves, not us!" said Andrew. "I don't really like being on the receiving end of it." "Neither do I," sand Rex. "We quit! We'll never make anyone have an accident again!" "Well, just one more," said Wendy. Without warning, Rex and Andrew ran at Cynthia and grabbed her arms. Wendy tied her hands behind her back, then Rex and Andrew held her feet together while Wendy tied them as well. "What are you doing?" said Cynthia. "Letting you know how it feels," said Rex. "This isn't funny!" Cynthia squirmed. "I have to go to the bathroom!" The tea she drank had already gone through her. "We'll untie you once you've wet yourself twice," said Wendy. "And we'll stay in our wet pants until then to remind you." Cynthia groaned and tried uselessly to hold it.
  3. Omorashi Giga Desperation Contest (Pantyhose/ Office dress) Submitted by: gummistiefeln Submission Date: : 06 Aug 2012 Category: Videos / Movies / Clips (Female) Clothing: Skirt Wetting Type: Accident Wetting Scenario: Holding Contest Another re-upload via FOYO's posting to filehost sites. One more left to put up here (as yet) but it will have to wait until tomorrow (no bitchin') Giga Depseration Tournament, this one the girls are dressed in skirt-suits and pantyhose. WARNING: The last girl to wet has a rather obvious bleeding problem, which is probably the reason she seemed so reluctant to spread her legs and wet. Click here to download this file
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    Another re-upload via FOYO's posting to filehost sites. One more left to put up here (as yet) but it will have to wait until tomorrow (no bitchin') Giga Depseration Tournament, this one the girls are dressed in skirt-suits and pantyhose. WARNING: The last girl to wet has a rather obvious bleeding problem, which is probably the reason she seemed so reluctant to spread her legs and wet.

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  5. Annika_Heinrich

    female hot piss in tight suit ;P

    hey folks, this is a very hot clip from germany, hope you like it ;P PUBLIC PISS Haltestelle im hautengen Fick Anzug nass gepisst.mp4
  6. Manowar

    malefemale The biggest mistake

    A few years ago I was in work trip somewhere about 400 km from home. I had a long (boring) meeting during that I drank 2 big coffees and a cup of tea. I had then about an hour drive back to hotel. As soon as I left the building I felt the urge of pee. I started to regret not to ask for a bathroom. Anyway I thought I'd manage. I'm a big boy, big boys do not pee their pants do they? After 20 minutes I've realised that it will be miracle if I arrive dry. I decided that it would be easier to hold if I let go a little bit. And I did it... Few second later I observed I cannot stop it again. I peed myself. I peed my suit, my car seat and even my shirt. That was a thriller. The worst thing: I didn't have anything to change because all my staff was in the hotel. I tried not to show too much when I've taken a key... So the lesson for me was not to try this "decreasing pressure" again.
  7. Allegretto

    malefemale Desperate on a bus

    Does anyone else have a fear of wetting their trousers on a bus or coach journey? As a teenager I was dreadful about this and the mere thought of a coach journey made me want to go. I recall clutching myself desperately on trips to swimming club, which only involved a one hour ride, especially if I was wearing my jeans. Somehow the need was never as bad if I had my tracksuit bottoms on. Not sure why. Then there was an outing one day, on which I dived straight into some bushes on arrival after a very long hold. However, my worst experience was when I was 15. We were going to London to take part in a concert. It was a two and a hour bus ride and in those days coaches didn't have toilets. For whatever reason I wanted to go quite badly after just an hour on the bus and to make matters worse I was wearing the suit I needed for the concert. My need got worse and worse throughout the journey reaching the desperation scale somewhere on the outskirts of the suburbs. I decided to sit on my own so I could clutch myself with as much privacy as possible to avoid embarrassment. Every time we passed a public toilet or somewhere I knew there would be one I looked longingly out of the window, but to no avail; the 'wheels of the bus just kept going round and round'. Should I ask them if we can stop? I decided against this, because they would probably only tell me that it wasn't far now and just to hold on and also make me sit at the front to offer moral support. It was better just to suffer on my own in silence. As we got nearer the pain of my bursting bladder got worse and worse. I was holding myself and straining my bladder muscles with all the might I could summon. I was sweating, and in dreadful pain, but I had to hold on. I couldn't suffer the humiliation of appearing in public in wet trousers. I thought that if only I had worn my jeans or tracksuit bottoms it wouldn't have mattered so much if I had wet myself as I could change when we arrived, but there was no way out of my dilemma. As we got nearer, I started leaking a bit in my underpants, which got gradually damper but without anything showing. By the time the bus pulled up at our destination I was frantic and ran to the front of the bus before the instructions were given, begging to be let off the bus. I ran like something demented into a side street where I hoped there would be no one around, with the thought that it was not illegal to 'go' in the street if you were in dire need, but there were a few people there and I ran back into the main street looking frantically for anywhere to relieve myself. To my immense surprise and salvation I suddenly spotted one of those underground public toilets and made a beeline for the steps. As I started to run down the stairs I felt my dam bursting and hurriedly unzipped my flies, whipped out my willy and did the most amazing fountain down the steps leading into the gents. I managed to stem the flow after the initial burst and did the longest piss I can ever remember into the urinal. It seemed to go on for ever and I was still shaking a few minutes later as the most sublime feeling of relief gradually came over me. I had damp underpants for the rest of the day, but I could go into the concert with pride. At a personal level, this experience quite traumatised me. I didn't want to get on a coach for ages afterwards and longed for a friend who had the same fear and problem, with whom I could share my anxieties, whether it be on buses, in exams or whatever situation, and probably share a few wettings with, but that wasn't to be and for me it is now great to have sites like this where I can reveal those feelings and other less traumatic stories of later usually more deliberate wettings.