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  1. Recent finds on Pornhub, Rebecca Stilles is a cute sex bomb! She's a lot into teasing, daddy-baby thing, feet (lovely videos, if you're into that like me) and dildos. I'm posting here all her pee-related videos, so far. This time I will describe every video itself: it will be much easier to detect which one you want to download instead than downloading blindfolded. WARNING: nudity and masturbation in pretty much all the videos. Ass Worship Turns To Pee Desperation.mp4 (90.2 MB) = my favourite one, this video seems to start as an ass workshipping one (the title is pretty explainatory), as she shows her asshole, but it turns pretty soon in her being desperate to pee and then soiling her pants (mid-lenght). After that she masturbates and get naked. Candid Pee Show.mp4 (50.8 MB) = she pretends to taking some pics of herself in sexy way for someone. She get naked and uses a violet dildo, teasing, before peeing naked in the tub, while snapping pics of her vagina. In-M-My Little Sister's Dreams.mp4 (58.4 MB) = this one is for you, diaper lovers! The initial part of the video is teasing and she being desperate: she calls you big brother and so on. Then she undress and pees her white undies on the toilet. In the end she put on a diaper and uses a bottle of shampoo to masturbate. My Little Sis Loves to Piss.mp4 (30.6 MB) = again: teasing, touching herself, undressing and in the end pissing naked in a little ceramic bowl. Really hot video! My Pussy Up Close With Pee.mp4 (69.8 MB) = the title says it all. This time she has a cameraman: she get undress from really nice lingerie, then masturbates and finally she pees. Ruining My Panties for Big Brother.mp4 (31.8 MB) = teasing, masturbation and teasing again. She uses a dildo. After that she pees her panties and. in the end, she put them in her mouth (not the whole pair of panties though). Sister Pee JOI.mp4 (46.9 MB) = teasing and masturbation. The video starts with her seated at toilet, in a really sexy attire: she encourage you to jack off and she's very provocative. Soon she pees in toilet, without panties (as you can see from the pic). Then the video continues with various scene of masturbation, using a dildo.
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    Dark Smiles

    Dark Smiles The idea of choosing a nightclub based on the appearance of its sign seemed naïve to Kevin. However, after spending half an hour searching fruitlessly for a club with a short enough line of sufficiently interesting people, it was ultimately a sign that caught Kevin’s eye. It read “Dark Smiles” and was accompanied by pictures of women smiling mischievously. It was the only sign Kevin had seen that evening that gave anything close to a reliable indication of what the club it named was like. Some clubs had seductive names like “Paradise”, some had more modest names like “Loser’s Shack”, and some had scary names like “Minotaur’s Lair”, but neither these names nor the artwork on these clubs implied anything particular about the interior (assuming the owners had not somehow captured a live minotaur and gotten the municipal inspectors to sign off on it). The sign for Dark Smiles, on the other hand, clearly conveyed the message: “We are going to have a great time at your expense.” It takes a very specific type of person to walk into a place like that. It’s not enough to enjoy seeing people smile. Most nightclub staff smile, either because they’re required to or because it helps them get tips. To enter a place that practically brags about preying on its customers, one would have to have such a high level of empathy that one would endure any amount of humiliation or discomfort in order to be certain that the smiles of others were genuine. And one would indeed be certain, because there would be no reason for an open predator (well, prankster anyway; the smiles weren’t quite condescending) to fake enjoyment. Kevin was not surprised by the absence of any line at the door; he doubted many people had that kind of empathy. Kevin himself, however, was one of the (probably) few that did. It had been several years since he had had to put up with any malicious teasing by classmates, and he was in a good enough mood that he felt he could take whatever the people at Dark Smiles threw at him as long as it did something for them, so he decided to go in. For all the chilling undertones of the sign, the door was actually quite inviting. It was closed and opaque, but it had a big, cute up arrow outline on it, inside of which the word “Enter” was printed. Kevin entered and found himself in a fairly small entrance hallway. Two open doorways in front of him led deeper into the club, but before Kevin could more than glance at them he heard a voice to his right say, “Welcome to Dark Smiles.” He turned and saw a friendly-looking man sitting behind a counter with a cash register. The man was smiling pleasantly, not darkly like the women on the sign. He had a very easygoing appearance: casual enough not to seem intimidating, but well-groomed enough not to look like a pickpocket. Kevin took the two steps to the counter, letting the front door close behind him. “Have you been here before?” the man asked. “No,” Kevin answered. “Do you know much about this place?” “Only what I can guess based on the sign.” “Okay. Dark Smiles is a drinking bar. Unlike some of the clubs in this area, we do not have a dance floor or a disco ball, and we play our music quietly enough to encourage conversation. Shall I continue?” “Sure.” “The next thing you need to know is that you might be put into situations that you find distressing. Have you ever been to a haunted house?” “No.” “Would it bother you to be pushed into mud or sprayed with silly string?” “Sometimes, but not tonight. Is that the sort of thing that happens here?” “Not those things specifically, but that’s about the level of mischief that you can expect. I won’t elaborate any further because surprise is part of the game. Do you have any physical or mental health conditions that you think we should know about?” “Not that I can think of.” “You should be fine then. Now, before you’re allowed to enter the main area, you have to either pay a fifty-dollar cover or change into a special outfit that we provide. You’ll notice that there are two doorways leading into the club.” Kevin looked at the doorways that he had seen when he came in. “The doorway on the left leads straight to the bar for customers who choose to pay the fifty dollars. The doorway on the right leads to changing rooms and lockers, and a hallway continues past them into the rest of the club so that you don’t have to come back through here. Would you like to see the outfit?” “Sure.” The man looked under the counter briefly and then pulled out a folded stack of white cloth. He proceeded to unfold it by holding an edge up with both hands and letting the rest fall. It appeared to be a one-piece garment that combined a plain white t-shirt with pants of the same material and color, although there was no waistband to indicate where the shirt ended and the pants began. After a few seconds he turned it around horizontally. On the newly-revealed side (Kevin couldn’t tell whether it was the back or the front), there appeared to be a vertical break or fold in the “shirt” portion, midway between the shoulders, starting at the neck opening and stopping near the waist. “It fastens at the back with VELCRO®,” the man explained, pulling the garment apart at the neck to demonstrate how the back detached down to the waist in a V. Kevin noticed two round holes next to the tops of the V at the neck, about the size of his thumbnail, each of which was reinforced by a metal ring. The man then re-fastened the back of the outfit, and the two holes lined up at the back of the neck. He turned the garment back around. The man went on, “If you choose to wear this outfit then cover is free. You would be required to buy at least one drink, unless someone else offers to buy one for you, but I can assure you that our drink prices are quite reasonable. The bigger concern is that the outfit will mark you, both to staff and to other customers, as a target. So what do you think? Would you rather pay the fifty dollars, wear the outfit, or go somewhere else?” “I’ll wear the outfit,” Kevin said. He didn’t know enough about the place to want to pay fifty dollars to get in, and he didn’t think he would be able to find another place with quite such a playful atmosphere. “Okay. Here,” the man said, holding the outfit out to Kevin, who took it. “This one should fit you. If it doesn’t, come back and I’ll give you a different size. Before putting it on, I recommend that you remove all of your clothes, including socks, shoes, and underwear, so that they stay clean and dry no matter what happens to you in the club. Would you like a pair of flip-flops?” “Sure.” “Do you know your shoe size?” “Nine.” “Do you care what color?” “How about purple?” The man looked under the counter and took out a pair of purple flip-flops. “Here,” he said, handing them to Kevin. “Remember, changing rooms are through the doorway on the right. There are three of them, all on your right-hand side. Look for one with an open door; if they’re all closed, try knocking and then go in if no one answers. Lockers for your outside clothes and shoes are against the opposite wall. You can pick any locker with a key in it. The key will come out once the locker is closed, can be worn around your wrist, and has the locker number on it in case you forget it. Remember also that that hallway continues into the club, so you don’t have to come back here until you’re ready to leave. You can use your key to start a bar tab, so that you don’t have to carry cash or cards with you into the club. Do you have any questions?” “No, I don’t think so.” “Great. There’s a staff member at the other end of the hallway who can help you if you have any difficulties. Have fun!” Kevin carried the outfit and flip-flops through the right-hand doorway and immediately found himself in a hallway with a wall of lockers on his left and three doors on his right. All three of the doors were open. Kevin went through the first door, which led to a small room with a bench. He closed and locked the door, sat on the bench, and started taking off his shoes and clothes. Following the man’s advice, he stripped completely naked, folding each article of clothing as he took it off and stacking them on the bench next to him. He then opened the back of the outfit and climbed into it. It was not excessively difficult to put on, although fastening the back again was a slight challenge. In the end, though, he was able to do it on his own, found that the outfit did indeed fit him well, and emerged from the changing room wearing his new outfit and carrying his old one. He found an empty locker, put his street clothes and shoes into it, closed the door, took the key, which was attached to a wristband, and put it around his wrist. He then followed the hallway deeper into the club. There was indeed a staff member at the far end of the hallway: a woman with reddish brown hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a shirt with “Dark Smiles” written on it. The smile she put on when she saw Kevin was, in fact, a bit dark, unlike the smile of the man at the front. Kevin did not let his gaze linger on her, in order to make it clear that he did not have any questions. Even so, when he reached the end of the hallway, she said, quite loudly, “Welcome to Dark Smiles!” “Thank you,” Kevin said uncertainly, looking at her. The woman winked at him, then looked away. Kevin glanced quickly around the room he had just entered. It was not crowded, but all of the twenty or so people that Kevin could see seemed to suddenly be looking at him. One woman, seated with others around a fairly long table, actually stood up. Kevin spotted the bar, which only had a couple of patrons at it, and started walking in that direction. He had only taken a few steps when he heard a different nearby female voice say appreciatively, “Welcome indeed.” He turned and saw that the woman who had stood up from the table was now standing right next to him. “Is it your first time here?” she asked. “Yes,” Kevin said. “Delicious,” the woman purred, more to herself than to Kevin. “Looks like I’m in for a real treat.” Kevin started to worry that this woman might actually eat him. He felt something against the back of his neck, then heard a click from that same spot. He reached up with his hand and felt a palm-sized metallic object there. “It’s a combination lock,” the woman told him. “It prevents you from taking off your outfit until I decide to unlock it. We put one on everyone who wears the outfit. I’m glad I got to you before one of the staff members did. I’ll take the lock off at the end of the night so that you can change back into your street clothes. In the meantime, why don’t you come sit with us? I saved you a seat.” Kevin looked at her, confused. “How did you know I was coming?” “Okay, not you you. I saved a seat for a cute first timer. So hurry up and take it before someone else does.” She took hold of Kevin’s wrist and started pulling him back toward her table. Kevin decided not to resist. If he did get eaten, then at least he would be a source of enjoyment for an attractive woman. The table had a transparent top and was much longer than it was wide. Up close, Kevin could see that it consisted of several smaller tables arranged edge-to-edge. There were five chairs on each of the long sides of the assembled table but no chairs at the ends. On the far side, the leftmost and rightmost pairs of chairs were each occupied by a man and a woman, while the middle chair was empty. On the near side, the leftmost two chairs were empty, while the three rightmost chairs were all occupied by women. The woman between the other two, in the fourth chair from the left, was the only person at the table wearing the club’s special white outfit. Her outfit, like Kevin’s, had a combination lock passing through the two holes at the back of the neck, preventing the outfit from being removed while the lock was in place. The woman who had brought Kevin there pulled out the second chair from the left on the near side of the table and gestured for Kevin to sit. He did, and then the woman herself sat in the empty chair to his left. “I’m Wanda,” she said to Kevin, holding out her right hand. “Kevin,” Kevin said, shaking it. A waitress approached the table. “What would you like to drink?” she asked Kevin. “Do you have pineapple juice?” Kevin asked. “Sure thing,” the waitress answered. “I’ll be right back.” She headed back to the bar. While she was gone, Wanda introduced Kevin to the others around the table. The woman to Kevin’s immediate right was named Crystal. The woman beyond her, in the white outfit, was named Emily. Emily was apparently another first timer, and she looked as nervous as Kevin felt. The woman to Emily’s right was named Debbie. Wanda told Kevin that Debbie was the one who had put the lock on Emily’s outfit. The names of the people across the table Kevin forgot almost as soon as they were introduced, although he did learn that each pair was a romantic couple. The waitress came back to the table. “Here’s your pineapple juice,” she said in a musical voice, putting the glass in front of Kevin. She had an amused smile on her face. Kevin wasn’t sure what could be so funny about a glass of pineapple juice, but he decided not to think about it too hard. “It’s two dollars,” the waitress said. Kevin realized that he had left his wallet in his locker. Then he remembered that he was supposed to use his key to start a tab. Before he could remove it from his wrist, though, Wanda said to the waitress, “Put it on my tab.” “You got it,” the waitress said. “Wanda, right?” “That’s right,” Wanda said. “Enjoy your drink,” the waitress said to Kevin, smiling even more widely, before heading off again. Kevin was becoming increasingly curious about what all these people were smiling about, but at the same time he thought that maybe he was better off not knowing. He started to drink his juice. “I notice that Emily’s the only other person at this table wearing this outfit,” Kevin said between sips. “Does that mean that the rest of you all paid the fifty dollars to get in?” “Yes,” Wanda said. “After the first visit, the free option just doesn’t cut it anymore.” “But it’s so much money! What do you get for it?” “We get left alone. And if we’re lucky —” she started caressing Kevin’s shoulder with her fingers — “we get toys of our own.” As Kevin finished his juice, Emily inhaled sharply, then, speaking quickly, asked, “Does anyone know where the bathroom is?” While she had never truly been at ease, Kevin was surprised by how suddenly her anxiety level seemed to have skyrocketed. Equally surprising was how quickly and excitedly everyone else around the table smiled in response to Emily’s question. Their smiles made Kevin even more uneasy than he had been, but they did not appear to be literally cannibalistic; whatever horrors might happen to Kevin or Emily while they were there, Kevin felt reassured that the two of them would be able to leave at the end of the night without any permanent wounds. Emily seemed to feel similarly; she sounded scared but not adrenaline-scared as she asked, “Why are you all smiling?” Debbie, the woman on Emily’s right, said, “You won’t be able to use the toilet until I unlock your outfit.” “Right, of course,” said Emily, in a tone that suggested she had forgotten about the lock. “I’ll need you to take the lock off. But it would also be helpful to know where the bathroom actually is.” In an amused tone, Debbie said to the people across the table, “She wants to know where the bathroom is.” She turned to Emily and said, “The bathroom’s next to the hallway where you came in. But I don’t feel like taking the lock off yet.” Emily put a hand between her legs to squeeze her crotch, then crossed her legs tightly over the hand and bent forward. She used her other hand to try to pull the neck of her outfit over her shoulders, but with the lock in place the neck wouldn’t stretch far enough. She also fumbled at the lock to confirm that it couldn’t be removed without dialing the combination, which Emily couldn’t have done even if she knew the combination because she couldn’t see the numbers on the lock. Wanda moved her hand from Kevin’s shoulder to his chest, continuing to massage him gently. “Come on,” Emily said to Debbie, “I really have to pee. Could you please take the lock off? You can put it back on when I get back.” “Oh, you have to pee, do you?” Debbie teased, still smiling widely. “Yes,” Emily said anxiously, “I really, really have to pee. Please take the lock off so I can go to the bathroom.” “Well, I could take the lock off, but I think it would be more fun to tickle you,” Debbie said, then unfastened some of the VELCRO® holding Emily’s outfit together at the back, slid her hand in, and started tickling Emily’s side under the outfit. Crystal, the woman on Emily’s left (next to Kevin), also slid her hand in to join in on the tickling. The four people across the table, who were also still smiling, each slid a hand down the adjacent person’s pants and started rubbing. They did it in pairs; no one reached across the empty chair. Kevin remembered that each pair was a romantic couple, so it wasn’t as though they were touching someone that they had just met, unlike Wanda, whose hand had drifted down to Kevin’s stomach. “What, you think this is cute?” Emily asked, still squeezing herself with her hand between her tightly crossed legs while trying to dodge the tickling fingers of the women on either side of her. “I’m serious, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.” “Aww,” Crystal teased, “are you going to wet yourself? Are you going to start peeing helplessly into your thin white cotton outfit?” Emily did not respond. Wanda slid her hand farther down Kevin’s front until she reached his penis, which had already started to harden from Emily’s movements and pleas and the teasing of the women next to her. As Wanda rubbed Kevin’s penis through his outfit, she said softly into his ear, “It is pretty cute, isn’t it? Look how tightly Emily’s squeezing her pussy with her hand and thighs. Look at the way she’s wriggling and squirming. Look at her face; she’s starting to panic. She really does have to pee extremely badly. But Debbie’s enjoying the show too much to want to take the lock off. Isn’t it delicious?” Kevin thought about speaking up for Emily. Remembering what the man at the front had said about silly string and mud, however, Kevin figured that refusing to unlock someone’s outfit when she needed to pee was fair game, so he decided to keep quiet. Remembering the lock on his own outfit, Kevin made a mental note to avoid drinking too much so that the same thing didn’t happen to him. Of course, they would probably still find some way to trick him. Or perhaps they had already decided to be nice to him that evening. He turned his attention back to Emily. Emily uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way, with her hand still between them, while the women on either side of her continued to smile and tickle her. “Try not to think about waterfalls,” Crystal teased in a singsong voice. “Are you trying to make me wet myself?” Emily demanded. “Maybe I’ll take the lock off before you lose control, or maybe I won’t,” Debbie answered. “At the moment, though, I’m really enjoying watching you frantically try to stay dry.” “You have to pee so-o-o bad right now, don’t you?” Crystal asked Emily rhetorically. “You really need Debbie to take that lock off soon so that you can have a clean, relieving pee in the toilet instead of an embarrassing, wet accident in your clothes, don’t you? Do you feel like you’re about to completely soak yourself? Do you feel like, no matter how tightly you squeeze your crotch, your pee is about to start flowing uncontrollably and unstoppably out through your pussy and saturate the entire lower half of your outfit?” Emily started to rhythmically tense and release her crossed thighs and the hand in her crotch. She seemed to be rocking back and forth, but she was already moving around so much from Debbie and Crystal’s tickling that it was hard to tell. Kevin felt his penis harden further from Wanda’s hand and the scene in front of him. Debbie started hissing at Emily, and Crystal quickly joined in. Emily started continuously uncrossing and re-crossing her legs, bending forward each time they were crossed, her hand still frantically squeezing and releasing her vulva as she tried as hard as she could to keep from peeing where she sat. She was quiet for a time, but then suddenly her panic seemed to peak, and, speaking very quickly, she begged Debbie, “Come on, you need to take the lock off now, I’m about to start peeing, come on, come on, hurry up, I can’t hold it anymore, I’m about to — oh no, I’m starting to pee, come on, hurry up and get the lock off!” Debbie and Crystal stopped hissing and took their hands out from inside Emily’s outfit. Debbie re-fastened the VELCRO®. “You’re peeing?” Debbie asked playfully, still smiling. Still panicking, and still speaking very quickly, Emily answered, “Yes, I’m peeing in my pants, I can’t stop it, please, please, please take the lock off, come on, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!” Debbie just sat there smiling at Emily. Through the transparent tabletop, Kevin saw a wet patch on Emily’s outfit start to spread past the hand she still had in her crotch. Her crossed thighs were still rapidly tensing and releasing, but it didn’t stop the wet patch from spreading further. She took her hand out of her crotch, wiped it on the dry outside of one of her thighs, and then buried her face in both hands while she continued to helplessly pee down the legs of her white cotton outfit. No one said anything as the legs of Emily’s outfit got wetter and wetter, or as the pee dripped from her ankle cuffs and the edges of her chair. Eventually Emily relaxed and uncrossed her thighs, presumably since they no longer seemed to be helping, though she kept her face in her hands. When the pee finally stopped flowing, Wanda gave Kevin’s very hard penis a playful squeeze through his outfit and then removed her hand. The two couples across the table removed their own hands from their partners’ pants. Then everyone at the table except Kevin and Emily applauded. Emily cautiously peeked up over her hands. When she was done clapping, Debbie, sounding impressed, said to Emily, “Wow, that was beautiful.” Debbie kissed Emily on a part of her cheek that wasn’t covered by her hands, then continued gently, “Don’t be sad. You were perfect. The bathroom next to the hallway where you came in has showers and fresh towels so you can get cleaned up. Hold still.” Debbie dialed the combination on Emily’s lock, then took the lock off and put it in her purse. “You can change back into your street clothes now that you’ve given your show. A staff member will clean the floor and replace your chair while you’re gone. But hurry back. There’s another show starting soon, and I think you’ll enjoy that one.” Emily slowly lifted her face out of her hands. She appeared nervous, but not upset. She looked at Debbie, whose smile had turned sympathetic. After a few moments, Emily asked Debbie faintly, “Could you walk me to the bathroom?” “Sure,” Debbie said. The two of them stood up, and for the first time Kevin saw how sheer the wet parts of Emily’s outfit were. It seemed that she had also followed the advice of the man at the front not to wear anything under the outfit. Kevin had a brief but clear glimpse of Emily’s labia through the wet, clingy, translucent material at the front, and as she and Debbie started walking away toward the bathroom, Kevin could that the back of the outfit was completely soaked, see-through, and plastered to Emily from the waist down, making her entire bum (as well as the backs of her legs) completely visible to anyone on that side of her, including Kevin. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wanda murmured into Kevin’s ear. Kevin continued to stare at Emily as she and Debbie exchanged a few inaudible words with the female staff member at the near end of the locker/changing-room hallway before Emily went into the bathroom and the door closed behind her. Wanda was right; it was one of the most amazing things Kevin had ever seen. Debbie came back to the table, and a few moments later a staff member arrived with a mop, bucket, and rag. The staff member wiped the top of Emily’s chair with the rag, then moved the chair out of the way and mopped up the puddle of Emily’s pee from the floor. The staff member then took the chair away. “Wow, that was so much fun!” Debbie said excitedly. “The panic on her face as she started to pee helplessly while frantically begging me to take the lock off was absolutely delicious!” “Yes, I loved it!” Crystal agreed. “But remember, I get to use my lock next time.” “Yes, of course,” Debbie said. “I hope Emily’s okay,” one of the women across the table said. “So do I,” said Debbie. “I’ll check in with her when she gets back. If she comes back.” A staff member came to the table to bring a clean chair to Emily’s place. Kevin couldn’t tell whether or not it was the same staff member, nor could he tell whether or not it was the same chair. As he watched the staff member leave, Kevin saw the bathroom door open and Emily emerge wearing a white towel. She looked at the table briefly, smiled weakly at Kevin, and then disappeared into the hallway with the lockers. “I’d say that was well worth the fifty-dollar cover, wouldn’t you?” Wanda asked Kevin. “Absolutely,” Kevin answered. “We don’t get targets every week,” Wanda explained, “and when we do there’s often stiff competition for them. But when we are able to catch one it makes up for all the other times. The seven of us have banded together to increase our chances of getting victims to share, but I think this is the first time we’ve managed to get two in one night.” “Two?” Kevin asked. “So I am, in fact, a victim?” It had been his assumption coming in, but having seen Emily freak out while he, Kevin, had been able to calmly enjoy the show, he had started to think that perhaps he had somehow escaped disaster. Wanda’s count, however, suggested otherwise. “Yes,” Wanda answered, confirming Kevin’s fears. “I’ll explain why when Emily finishes changing.” Soon Kevin saw Emily return to the table wearing a long black dress that was thin enough to show the general shape of her body but opaque enough to conceal the color of the skin under it. She was smiling uncertainly. “They cleaned the floor and brought a new chair,” Debbie said, rubbing her hand on the seat of the chair and then holding the hand up for Emily to see how clean it was. “You can sit here again.” Emily cautiously pulled out the chair, sat down, and scooted back in. “Are you okay?” Debbie asked gently. “I’m okay,” Emily said calmly. “But don’t make me pee in my dress. I have to wear it home.” “We won’t,” Debbie said. “So, Kevin,” Wanda said, loudly enough for the whole table to hear, “are you ready to give us a performance like the one we just saw?” Kevin chuckled. “I doubt I’ll be in that situation anytime soon,” he said. “I used the bathroom before leaving the house, and I’ve only had that one glass of pineapple juice since then.” “Ah,” Wanda said, her eyes sparkling as she smiled playfully, “but, you see, that one glass of pineapple juice had a very special ingredient that will make the whole thing hit you really hard in about —” she looked at her watch — “three seconds.” “Oh, is that why I had to pee so bad out of nowhere!” Emily said in sudden realization as Kevin stared, stunned, at Wanda’s triumphant face. Sure enough, as soon as Emily finished expressing her understanding, Kevin felt a sudden, powerful need to pee. He tried to look casual as he felt at the back of his neck to see if he could get the lock off on his own, or open the outfit with the lock in place, or squeeze his shoulders through the neck hole. None of these endeavors, with the possible exception of looking casual, were any more successful than they had been for Emily. Kevin brought his hands back in front of him. Now that Kevin knew what they were after, he decided it would be best to try to hide his need. It wasn’t that he was reluctant to be their toy, but he felt an instinctive desire to avoid embarrassment, and he also didn’t want to seem like he was following a script. So, as calmly as he could, he said to Wanda, “Well, this has been fun. But it’s getting late. Why don’t you take the lock off so I can go home?” Wanda smirked. “Yeah, nice try,” she said. “You’re mine for the next fifteen minutes, and if you have a problem with that, you’re welcome to wear the outfit home.” That would be silly, of course; it would mean wetting himself in front of the whole neighborhood, instead of merely the patrons of Dark Smiles, since there was no possible way he would make it home dry. Misdirection clearly wasn’t going to work, and Kevin wasn’t really able to keep pretending that he felt perfectly fine. Feeling that he would wet himself otherwise, Kevin crossed his legs tightly and used a hand to squeeze his penis, which had softened considerably since Emily’s wetting. Even knowing that he would probably end up peeing in the outfit anyway, he had to at least try to hold it until he could get Wanda to take the lock off. There was still a chance that he would be luckier than Emily. “Looks like someone needs to pee,” Wanda teased. “Amazing how hard that one glass of juice can hit you, isn’t it? I bet you really want me to take the lock off now, don’t you?” “Yes, could you? Please?” Kevin asked, feeling his need to pee intensify as he continued to squeeze his penis tightly through the cotton material covering it. Looking past Kevin, Wanda said, “What do you think, Crystal, should I take the lock off?” “No, let’s play with him a bit first,” Crystal said. “Yes,” Wanda agreed, “that would be more fun, wouldn’t it?” The two couples across the table put their hands down each other’s pants again as Wanda and Crystal unfastened enough of Kevin’s outfit to slide their hands in at the back of the waist and start tickling his bare skin. Kevin squirmed around to try to get away from their fingers while continuing to struggle against his desperate need to pee. He looked at Emily; she seemed to have almost fully recovered from her anxiety and had her mouth open in excitement as she stared at Kevin. Beyond her, Debbie had a more confident, almost dominating smile, and she winked at Kevin when she saw him looking at her. Kevin felt Crystal kiss his cheek, and he turned slightly to look at her. Smiling, she said, “You look so cute wiggling around and squeezing your dick trying so hard to keep from pissing yourself while we tickle you. You really do have to go badly, don’t you?” Kevin felt embarrassed to have been seen doing these things, but he hadn’t really had a choice; it was the only way to stay dry. Turning back to Wanda, Kevin said breathlessly, “Wanda, it’s getting worse. Could you please take the lock off before I wet myself? I’ll be your best friend forever.” “It’s getting worse?” Wanda teased. “Is your bladder filling a bit faster than you would like? Is the pressure at the base your dick becoming harder to resist? Is the pee about to force itself through the length of that dick and into your clothes?” Uncrossing his legs and crossing them the other way, Kevin begged, “Wanda, come on, mix things up a bit, don’t make me wet myself like Emily did.” “That would be so embarrassing, wouldn’t it?” Crystal asked as Kevin turned to look at her. Still smiling, she continued, “Grownups aren’t supposed to pee in their clothes. And you’ve seen how see-through that outfit gets when it’s wet.” Over her shoulder, Kevin saw Emily blush and look away briefly, although she quickly returned her gaze to Kevin. Crystal added, “I wonder what your penis looks like.” Even though he wouldn’t be the first, it would indeed be quite embarrassing to wet himself in front of them. But he couldn’t think of anything further to say to convince Wanda to take the lock off. Feeling his need intensify further still, Kevin started to rapidly, repeatedly clench and relax the hand holding his penis as Wanda and Crystal continued to tickle his waist under the outfit. Kevin really felt like he was going to start peeing soon no matter what he did, but he kept quiet for the time being, hoping that Wanda would lose interest and take the lock off before Kevin soaked himself uncontrollably. “Pssss…” Wanda and Crystal started hissing at Kevin, making it even more difficult for him to concentrate on not peeing. He used a second hand to help him squeeze his frantic penis in pulses. Just as Emily had done, Kevin started frequently uncrossing and re-crossing his legs, tensing his thighs each time they were crossed, and bending forward as well as he could while squirming from Wanda’s and Crystal’s tickling fingers. He could not believe how badly he needed to pee. His dread was reaching new heights. All the other people around the table, however, including Emily, were clearly having the time of their lives. It wasn’t much longer before Kevin felt his hold weakening. He looked at Wanda, hoping to see her hand moving toward the lock, but she still appeared to be devoting her energy to tickling, hissing, and enjoying Kevin’s struggle. Kevin was out of time; he had to say something. “Wanda,” he started, unable to keep the panic out of his voice, “I really can’t hold it anymore, could you please take the lock off now?” Wanda nodded at Crystal, and the two of them stopped tickling Kevin and removed their hands from his outfit. They also stopped hissing. Wanda moved her hands to the lock and started manipulating it. Kevin did his best to at least keep his neck still so that Wanda could dial the combination more easily. He was still rapidly crossing and uncrossing his legs and rhythmically squeezing his penis with both hands, desperately trying to hold on until Wanda could get the lock off. But Wanda seemed to be turning the dial very, very slowly, and Kevin was already at his limit. He felt a spurt of pee shoot out of his penis and saw a small wet spot appear at the crotch of his outfit. “Hurry up!” Kevin begged Wanda urgently, “I’m starting to pee!” He felt another spurt and saw the spot get larger. He could feel that he only had a few more seconds before he lost all control. Wanda removed her hands from the back of Kevin’s neck, but Kevin could see that she was not holding the lock. “I dialed the first two numbers,” Wanda said. “All you have to do now is turn the dial clockwise until you hear a clunk, and then you’ll be able to open it.” Was she seriously playing more games? Kevin’s muscles gave out; he started to pee continuously into his outfit, and no amount of clenching (be it with his hands, thighs, or internal muscles) could stop the flow. Once he realized that there was no longer any point trying to fight his body, he let go of his penis and shifted his focus to processing what Wanda had just said. Clockwise, eh? He held a hand in front of him as though gripping a dial, figured out which direction clockwise would be, then put the hand on the lock dial behind his neck and started slowly turning it clockwise as he continued to wet himself. As soon as Kevin heard the clunk, he immediately pushed his chair back and stood up. The others around the table cheered as he did this, but he didn’t take any time to listen to them, or to see if Emily had joined in; he turned and ran to the bathroom Emily had used to clean up. He heard the female staff member next to the hallway laughing at him, but it barely registered as he checked the bathroom door quickly to make sure it was unisex, went in, ran up to the toilet, lifted the seat, removed the lock from his neck, unfastened the back of the outfit, and pulled it down to his waist. Below his waist, the wet material clung to his skin, making it difficult to pull down farther, but he was eventually able to get it past his still-peeing penis and finish his pee in the toilet. When he had finished peeing, Kevin found the toilet paper, tore off a square, used it to wipe the tip of his penis, and flushed it down the toilet. He then kicked off his purple flip-flops and peeled his outfit the rest of the way down his legs. He could feel how wet it was, particularly in the back; he doubted he had left the table much drier than Emily had; the portion of Kevin’s pee that had made it into the toilet would probably have ended up on the floor, rather than in his outfit, if Wanda hadn’t helped him take the lock off when she did. Once Kevin finished pulling his outfit off over his feet, he turned his head to look around the bathroom. He saw the shower and shelves of neatly-folded white towels that Debbie had mentioned, as well as a sink. He also saw a small door in the wall with the words “Laundry Chute” written above it. Figuring that Wanda would probably want her lock back, he removed the lock from the outfit hole in which it was still hooked before putting the outfit itself into the laundry chute. He then washed his hands and the lock in the sink, put the lock down at the edge of the sink, locked the bathroom door (which he hadn’t had time to do on his way in), picked up his flip-flops, and got into the shower. He turned the water on and rinsed the flip-flops under it before washing his body as quickly as he could, using a bottle of soap he found in the shower that he assumed was provided the club. He then put the flip-flops back on, dried himself with one of the towels on the shelves, wrapped the towel around himself, picked Wanda’s lock back up, and left the bathroom. As he came out in his towel, Kevin saw Wanda chatting with the nearby female staff member with the reddish-brown ponytail. Kevin walked up to them and handed the combination lock to Wanda, saying, “Here,” as the women both turned to look at Kevin. “Thanks,” Wanda said, taking the lock. “Did you put your outfit in the laundry chute?” “Yes,” Kevin said. “Great,” Wanda said. “You can change back into your outside clothes now.” Turning to the staff member, she confirmed, “That’s okay, right?” “Yes, absolutely,” the staff member said. “Good job to both of you.” She looked at Kevin to include him in the compliment, then added, “The nearest changing room has another laundry chute for your towel and flip-flops.” “You can come sit with us again when you’re done,” Wanda told Kevin. “Your place has already been cleaned. Of course, if you’d rather go home, that’s fine too.” “Thanks,” Kevin said. He went to the lockers, removed his key from his wrist, unlocked his own locker, took his clothes and shoes out, and went into the changing room closest to the bar to put them on. He found the laundry chute and put his towel and flip-flops into it before returning, dressed, to Wanda’s table. As Kevin sat back down, Wanda said excitedly, “You’re back!” and hugged him as well as she could, given that they were both sitting down. “That was amazing!” Wanda went on, releasing Kevin from the hug. “I really loved messing with you as you desperately tried not to wet yourself. But my favorite part was seeing you stand up after starting to pee helplessly into that white cotton outfit. It went just as see-through as Emily’s, and it was really magical to see the pee continue to flow, both while you were standing there and as you turned and ran to the bathroom. You really couldn’t stop it, could you?” “I really couldn’t,” Kevin admitted. “I’m lucky I got any in the toilet at all.” “Well, thanks for the show,” Wanda said. “I hope you’re not traumatized. They screen people coming in as well as they can without ruining the game.” “I’m fine,” Kevin reassured Wanda. “I’m glad you had fun.” “That’s good to hear,” Wanda said. “We’ll probably hang out here for another half an hour to see if we can snag a third target, and then we’re planning to go to an afterparty. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.” She looked at Emily and said, “You, too.” “Sure, I’d totally be up for that,” Kevin said. “Yeah, that sounds fun,” Emily agreed. Overall, Kevin had found Dark Smiles to be the most exciting place he had ever visited. The End
  3. Hi guys, I started this topic because I'm very curious about a thing. As many of you have probably already noticed, though all the members of this site have in common their pee fetish, no one's fetish is identical to that of anyone else. I mean, everybody has his personal taste and his preferences, within the pee topic. For example, while some of us prefer jeans wetting, others prefer panty wetting or even naked wetting. And so on. I noticed that there are very few videos, links and conversations about the kind of "omo" games I prefer, and that's why I'm curious to know how many of you share my same passion. Like many, here, I feel aroused by the sense of humiliation and shame that derives by admitting to need to go really bad, and most of all by wetting. Since I am quite into domination, (as long as it doesn't involve ugly latex suits or any kind of pain), I love teasing during desperation. And that's valid for teasing as much as for being teased, since I like dominating as well as being dominated. I mean, having a great urge to pee is a situation of fragility, and "torturing" your "funmate" or being tortured by her/him in a moment like that is very arousing for me. It's important for me to point out that for teasing I don't mean anything immoral: as I have already told, no pain, no hurting or being hurted (apart, maybe for some light spanking that can be fun) and especially everything, in any case, must be consensual. Tieing a girl while she's very desperate, and hearing her begging for the toilet and denying her the use of it, then pushing a finger against her bladder to make her feel even more desperate... Pouring some drops of cold water on her belly and legs to make her urge get worse... Until she can't take it anymore and totally loses control and goes... That's just the best I can imagine, and in a not far past I had the luck to have a girlfriend like that who played with me. Sometimes she underwent the torture, sometimes she inflicted it to me. I couldn't say if I prefer to be dominator or dominated. I like alternating. In that kind of game, I prefer the teased one to be naked, as he/she is more exposed, and when he/she loses control, his/her intimate parts are totally exposed while peeing and the sense of humiliation is even bigger. Well, to make it short, this is the kind of omo I prefer, I could call it "pee cruelty". I hope it's not too extreme for the most of you... And since I noticed there are few videos like that (but actually some good fiction), I wonder if some of you share my passion. And if you happen to know some video, pic, fiction or wetting experience matching this description I'd be pleased if you'd let me know :) Pleease answer, I don't have original ideas to post topics very often, so I'd be glad to see some feedback ^^
  4. I was in a coffee house headed toward the restrooms when two college females ran past me. The second was teasing the first and trying to prevent her from entering a restroom. Right off I don't remember any other female-female desperation teasing. Is this unusual?
  5. I wasn't sure whether to post this here on in the fiction section. However, as it is a true account of a dream I had last night, and also involves some real-world desperation as well, I will post it here for now. Besides, the dream itself was not too far-fetched and could maybe happen in reality, if the circumstances were right! Last night I was quite thirsty before I went to bed, so I ended up drinking about 2 pint glasses of water before finally falling asleep. This lead to a very interesting dream a few hours later... I am sitting in the lobby of a corporate office building, dressed smartly in a suit and tie. There is a large group of young graduate trainees sitting next to me, and from what I can make out of their excited chatter, it is their first day on the job. I get the sense that I am not really supposed to be there. I don't work at this company, but I need to get into the building. I can't remember why, perhaps I need to gather some information (corporate espionage), or perhaps I am testing their security procedures, or maybe its just for fun. The problem is, I am absolutely dying to go for a pee. There are no toilets in the lobby, so it will have to wait until I can get inside. My bladder feels so full and hard, bulging against my slim-fit grey suit trousers. I sit there jiggling my knees, gritting my teeth and squirming around on the chair. One of the graduate trainees notices me, and she must have mistaken my desperation fidgeting for nervousness, because she asks me if it was also my first day. I decide to play along, and soon enough I join their conversation, trying to fit in. Hopefully this approach will get me into the building (and to a toilet I desperately need!). After a few minutes, an attractive blonde woman in her early thirties walks up to us and introduces herself as Hannah. She is the head of the graduate programme at the company, and will be guiding us through our induction day. As she introduces herself and talks a bit about the company, I absolutely can't sit still. I really, really, really need to pee, and I'm starting to get impatient. As she speaks, she keeps looking over at me and glancing down at my jiggling knees. I start to blush, and I get the feeling that Hannah knows how badly I need to go. We then head over to the entrance of the offices and she uses her security pass to open the security gate for us. Well, that was easier than I thought. I'm in! Fast forward to a bit later in the morning. We're standing around in a kitchen area, talking and drinking tea and coffee. I am stood with a few other people, chatting to Hannah about the company. I'm keeping quiet, trying not to give myself away, but also because I'm still bursting for the toilet. I keep having to cross my legs and bob on the spot, or step from foot to foot. I glance around but can't see a sign for the toilets anywhere. I do my best to stand still and try and blend in, but I'm aware that I must look red-faced and flustered, and I'm worried that I'm going to get caught. Hannah keeps glancing at me and smiling, and I'm sure now that she knows that I need to pee really badly. I wonder how long it will be before I can try and sneak off to find the toilets. A bit later, and by now we've finished our drinks and about to go into a meeting room. I start to follow the other trainees into the room, but I decide to try and find somewhere to pee first. I step from foot to foot and glance around again, still not seeing any signs indicating where the toilets are. There doesn't seem to be anything in this area of the building apart from the kitchen area and a few meeting rooms. Hannah is standing by the meeting room door, and she catches my eye. She smiles at me and asks if I'm OK, and I want to ask her where the toilets are, but I'm too shy and can't bring myself to say it. She starts chatting to me, asking how I'm finding my first day, whether it was what I expected etc. I decide that I'm going to have to play along if I don't want to be caught, but its hard to concentrate because of how badly I need to empty my bladder. I can feel it pressing against the waistband of my trousers, and I long to reach down and undo my trouser button and loosen the zip, but I can't. I'm absolutely desperate to piss, and its all I can do not to dance around and hold myself in front of Hannah. I step from foot to foot and bend forwards slightly, trying my best to be discreet. She definitely knows how badly I need to go, she keeps glancing down and watching me fidgeting. She's staying professional, but I get the sense that she is enjoying my predicament. I also get the feeling that she knows I don't work for the company and that I'm not supposed to be there, but maybe that's just my imagination. Fast forward to about an hour later. I'm now standing in another corridor in the same part of the building, hopping from foot to foot, still dying to piss. The other graduates are nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they are in a meeting room and I've excused myself, or maybe they have gone to meet their new teams. I've searched the part of the building with the kitchen area and the meeting rooms, and there are no toilets here at all. I think they are through a door at the far end of the corridor, which seems to be where the main offices are. The problem is, it's locked and you need a key-card to get in. I also can't actually get back out to the lobby where I came in, because you need a key-card to open the security gate. I decide that the only way I'm going to get out (and to a toilet) is to admit to somebody that I'm not supposed to be there and hope they let me out. As I walk down the corridor in search of somebody, I notice Hannah and another lady in a small office. Hannah is sitting behind her desk, and the other woman is standing up carrying a large file. She tells Hannah that she will be back later and walks out of the office, smiling at me as she leaves and walking towards the direction of the lobby. I walk into the office and speak to Hannah, stepping from foot to foot and bending over slightly as I admit to her that I'm not supposed to be there. She smiles and tells me that she suspected me all along, and thanked me for coming clean. She tells me that the other lady in the office with her is the building manager, and that I will need to wait for her to return so she can make a note of my details. She tells me that although I'm not in trouble, she doesn't want me to try and escape, so she asks me to take my shoes off and hand them over to her. I do as I'm told, not wanting to cause trouble, and she places them on the floor behind her desk. She then opens up a large drawer at the bottom of her desk and takes out a set of handcuffs, the kind with a rigid black grip between the two cuffs (similar to the 'Hiatt speedcuffs' used by UK police forces.) She asks me politely to turn around with my hands behind my back. I do as she asks, wondering how long I'll have to wait before finally being allowed to release the ocean of pee inside my bladder. I try to stand still as she cuffs my hands behind my back, one above the other in a rear stack position. I gasp slightly, as I have to stand up straight for her to cuff me properly, which seems to put more pressure on my bladder. She asks me if they're too tight, and I tell that they're actually too loose, and to tighten them more. She laughs and says 'if you say so', and I cross my legs as she tightens the cuffs over my wrists. I bite my lip as I feel the metal against my skin, realising what a desperate predicament I've found myself in. 'Should I have gone for a wee before coming to talk to you?' I ask, my cheeks red with embarrassment, bobbing on the spot. She pauses, moving to the side of me, still holding the grip of my cuffs with one hand. 'Yes, you probably should have done' she says, smirking as I sigh and grit my teeth. I don't ask for permission to go. Perhaps because I know she'll say no, or that I'm quite enjoying my current situation. There's an obvious bulge in the front of my trousers, and I'm sure Hannah has noticed, but she doesn't mention it. Fast forward to later on, and by now the other lady (I find out her name is Louise) is finally back at her desk. I don't know how long I've been waiting. Half an hour, an hour, two hours? By now I'm constantly dancing from foot to foot and kicking my legs up behind me, standing in front of Louise's desk while she speaks to somebody on the phone. She doesn't seem to know quite what to do, and I'm desperately wanting her to hurry up and take my details so I can leave and finally have the pee I've been desperately holding in for so long. Hannah is standing next to me, holding the grip of my cuffs behind my back, but she doesn't seem to mind me dancing around in front of her. I accidentally knock into her slightly as I shift from foot to foot, and I apologise. She laughs and tells me not to worry, and that she knows I must be absolutely bursting to go, so she doesn't mind me dancing around to try and wait. A little bit later, and Louise has left to get a form that she needs to fill in with my details. It's just me and Hannah again, still holding the cuffs firmly behind my back, and by now I'm so close to soaking my work trousers right there in her office. I'm squirming, bobbing, bending, leg crossing, biting my lips, trying desperately to hang on for just a few more minutes. She leans in towards me, so close that I can feel her breath on my face, and starts to whisper something in my ear... Then suddenly, I wake up, and I realise that I'm absolutely bursting for a pee in reality, not only in the dream. My bladder feels like its about to explode! I reach down and hold myself for a few seconds, before hopping out of bed and walking very quickly (almost jogging) to the bathroom, still holding myself tightly. I make it to the toilet, just in time, and let go a very long and relieving pee, gasping with relief. Hope you enjoyed! And sorry again if this is in the wrong section, feel free to move it.
  6. So I noticed a serious lack of content for any of the wonderful ladies from the world of The Witcher, so I thought I would give it a shot! Constructive criticism welcome, but it's my first real fiction attempt so...be gentle! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As she jumped down from her horse, her red hair flowing around her like a copper halo, Triss Merigold had only one thought on her mind… Where is the damn privy in this place?!? The ride from the last stop up to Kaer Morhen had been a long one, and the several flasks of water that the red haired sorceress had consumed had been banging at her floodgates for a while now, desperate to escape. Cursing her own stubbornness for not just slipping behind a bush for relief before she arrived, Triss squeezed her thighs together tightly as she attempted to get her bearings. It hadn’t been that long since she had been here last, but the place was huge, and crumbling in some parts. It felt like a labyrinth in her mind, distracted as she was by her incredibly full bladder. Behind her, the horse neighed loudly, causing her to jump in shock, wincing as the movement jarred the ever filling water balloon in her midsection. A door slammed open from above the courtyard she stood in, “Who’s out there?” Came a gruff, deep voice from within. “It’s just me!” Triss smirked, recognising that voice anywhere. A man stepped out of the doorway, his hand dropping from the steel sword on his back, “Oh Triss! Good to see you!” Said Eskel smiling, his scarred face lighting up as he saw her. “We weren’t expecting you till tomorrow.” “I know, I know, but I figured I could make it here early so I pressed on.” She replied walking forwards. “Well I’m glad you did, always nice to have friends round the old place again.” He nodded approvingly. “Couldn’t agree more, so who’s here?” Triss asked as she made her way up the stairs. Eskel leaned against the wall, basking in the sun, “Well me and you, Ciri, Yen and Lambert so far. Still waiting on Keira, Geralt and the others. That reminds me…” Just then, a powerful wave of desperation shot through Triss, making her cross her legs tightly where she stood. Straightening up, she darted forwards past Eskel, “Sorry, talk in a minute, long ride too much water.” She blurted as she went past. Dashing into the common area, Triss turned on the spot, trying to remember the location of the only working privy in this building. A flash of memory prompted her to head to the stairs on the left. Running up the stairs, her cleavage bouncing appealingly, Triss really hoped to find the room empty, the only other working one she could remember was too far to make it without leaking, something she would not allow to happen, especially not in her favourite tight leather pants… Reaching the end of the stairs, Triss stopped, she looked left, and then right as she tried to recall the path, squirming on the spot as she did so, her round butt swinging side to side like an alluring pendulum. Settling on left, Triss turned on her heel and shuffled down the corridor, her desperate need to pee really starting to get to her now. Just one more corner, then I can go…this is gonna be a huge wee, I can feel it! Turning the corner, Triss groaned when all she was greeted by was a wall of rubble and the remains of a potted plant, now more a pot of dust. The red head danced in desperation where she stood, her ass bouncing up and down as she fantasised about ripping her leather trousers down and hanging her butt over the pot and letting the torrent inside her just flow out. She gripped her crotch tightly for a moment before spinning around and hurrying back the way she came, deciding the shame of potentially being caught outweighed the fullness of her bladder. For now…remember that spot for emergencies Hurrying back the way she came, Triss followed the right hand path, hoping to anyone listening that this was the correct way and she hadn’t taken the wrong stairs earlier. Sighing in relief, Triss realised she had found the right corridor, and hurried towards the closed door that hid the privy from view, she could already practically feel the imminent release… When Triss tried to push the door open, she instead collided with it, gasping in dismay she realised it was locked. Groaning slightly, Triss crossed one leg over the other and bent forward, her ass and tits both sticking out, the latter threatening to burst from their prison on her chest. Triss knocked rapidly on the door, “Hello? Whoever is in there, will you please hurry up? I really need to get in there!” No reply came. She was about to knock again when she heard what sounded like laughter from behind the door, cocking her head to one side, she listened, but heard nothing. “Little sis?” She called using the nickname for her friend, “Ciri? Is that you in there? Please hurry okay? I really need a wee!” Again no reply. Triss began to dance desperately in front of the door, her rear waggling from side to side as she fought to contain the flood inside her. “Having trouble?” Came a voice from behind her. Triss jumped, turning on the spot to see Lambert stood leaning against the wall, eating an apple. Didn’t even hear him coming up….Witchers!!! “Just a little.” She replied through gritted teeth. “I think Ciri is in there, and if she is, she really needs to know now is not the time for one of her pranks!” She raised her voice as she did so, hoping to appeal to whoever was in there. Lambert took a bite of his apple before replying, “Could be, could be, not seen her much today.” Triss noticed in mild amusement that his eyes never strayed from her large breasts. “Are you waiting to be in here too?” She asked, eyebrows rising. Lambert shrugged, “Nah, utilised the old Witcher technique of bushes earlier…jealous?” “As a matter of fact, yes! What are you doing here then?” Triss crossed her legs one way then the other as she spoke. “Just watching the show.” He smirked. Despite herself, Triss laughed slightly at that, “Get outta here!” She said in mock indignation. “Alright, alright, I’m going! Unlike you.” He said with a wink as he turned and left. Triss groaned at his words, taking a moment to give her crotch a good squeeze when his back was turned. Shifting from one foot to the other, Triss took a deep shaky breath to steady herself, “Ciri? If that is you in there and this is one of your jokes, now is really not the time, I’m bursting out here.” Silence was her only reply. Bending over and moaning in frustration, her tight leather trousers stretching alluringly across her wiggling rear, she again failed to hear the sound of footsteps from behind her. A slight laugh broke her out of her trance, spinning on the spot Triss came face to face with Yenneffer, her dark haired friend and fellow sorceress. “Having trouble there, dear friend, or did you simply feel like enticing me with your admittedly lovely bottom?” She asked, smirking. Triss straightened up, slightly red in the face, but more amused than anything else, the two were close friends after all, “I knew you’d like it.” “Oh don’t flatter yourself!” Replied Yenneffer with a laugh. “No, I just really need to be in there, had a lot of water on my way here.” Triss explained. “I see,” Said Yenneffer, “Well I would hug you, but I’m not sure you could withstand the squeezing, and I quite like this dress.” “Much appreciated.” Replied Triss, starting to shuffle again. Yenneffer leaned against the wall opposite Triss, “So, is there someone in there, or did you simply feel like challenging yourself?” “There is, Ciri I think, you know how she loves her pranks.” Triss said “That I do,” Said Yenneffer, looking slightly uncomfortable, “Well I hope she knows I’m out here too, and as I could do with a little wee myself, I hope she decides to prank you some other time!” The last was directed at the door, which again replied with the slight sounds of laughter. “You need to go as well?” Triss asked. “Indeed, I did not just come all the way down here to see your dancing.” She replied, “Although, not as badly as you need to, apparently.” “Well, I’m definitely going first…” Triss said with a laugh. Yen smirked slightly, “Only if you can keep your mind clear of delightful waterfalls, or pouring wine…” Triss’s legs crossed even tighter… “Yen!” Yen’s smirk grew even wider, “Or if you recall how good you felt after you could let go of all the ale you were holding at the last feast?” Triss couldn’t stop her hand gripping her crotch, “I’m about to explode!” “Oh my!” Yen exclaimed, “I guess I better let you in then….” Triss froze, “You what?” “The door on this floor jams,” Laughed Yen, “Here look.” And with that, the raven haired sorceress stepped forward and with a well placed kick, the door swung open. Triss leapt forward as soon as she saw the privy, aching to release at the sight of it. “Enjoy your wee!” Shouted Yen as the door closed. And enjoy it she did, the second her ass hit the seat, she exploded, releasing all her pent up desperation as a waterfall of relief. Amid gasping her enjoyment of it, Triss had one thought….Revenge!
  7. There are JO Encouragement videos, right? What about the same for someone desperate to pee? A girl trying to make suggestions to get a guy to pee would probably turn me on. I can't say because I just did a search and I don't think it exists. Haha
  8. Jaylah

    Teasing wet ;)

    It's been awhile since I last indulged my hubby, especially with family staying, but today (dec 1st) I thought I'd start the month off right ^^' nothing fancy, but just enough to make him very, very excited! I had on his favorite teal maxi skirt. Light shade nude colored,it kinda made it obvious to know I was in a thong (light blue) the way the skirt clinged. I didn't have any special shirt on, just a regular teal dress shirt that I had that's very close in the same shade as my skirt. My hubby and I went out for a late date, so I took this moment to do something special just for him. I made sure to consume a lot of water. We had a lovely time out. After we were done, I jumped on top of the hood of the car, posing ;) trying to sell my hubby a car he already owns lol was easy! If I threw myself in the package! Bad ^^' I really had to pee, holding it in was bad enough, trying to act sexy without the whimpering was hard!! I was laying on my side and undid a few buttons to get his attention ^^' I love push up bras, it really gives him sonething to look at besides my eyes ^.~ I placed my hand between my legs through my skirt. I exhaled and began to pee. My skirt instantly got soaked, as I rubbed myself. It felt so good lol, I was getting out of breath and getting really horny. You could hear the dripping from the car to the ground. I squeeked out "do me"but to many risks of being caught. I hopped off the car to see the damage, I hate when I pee Laying on my side, the one half of my skirt is soaked but the other dry. Part of my nice shirt was wet. I got in the back if the car to strip down to just my bra and thong, luckily I had my trench coat ^^' no one will be the wiser! I could tell my hubby was very excited, his pants betrayed him well! ^^' my plans were huge, like hubby's member ;) As soon as we got him, he carried me quietly up the stairs. It was safe ^^*, I had to pee again, I went to the bathroom and laid on the floor, on my stomach looking up at my man, who was really fast at getting undressed o,o . I made sure he could see my cleavage and asked how he wanted me..right after I pee. It felt weird as it pooled around my stomach, thats what showers are for ^^' after I was done, you can only guess what we did before we showered up! ;)
  9. Jaylah

    Cruise 3 of 3

    Cruise 3 of 3 Before we left for the cruise, I bought myself something really really sexy, nice, I want my hubby's eyes (and hands) all on me ^^' I wanted to make this special, and sexy for him, naughty for him, and I had picked this out for the purpose of pleasing him ^^ I had a blue v shaped lace string thong body suit, (backless too) it covered my private areas and it has like a string Zig zagging up the front black thigh highs, and a sexy blue satin silk dress, that ties around my neck, where I could hide the lace around my neck from my lingerie piece. I spent an hour putting my hair up, making myself really really sexy. After I finished I finally let my hubby look, he become very sprung and had trouble hiding it ^^ He wanted to delay taking me out but I "cock blocked" him and latched onto his arm and off we went. I walked abit ahead, and my dress made it clear that I'm either wearing nothing or something sexy. I could feel his eyes stare at me ^^ We went to a nice dinner, and I consumed quiet a few shirly temples and freckled ice tea. We went out dancing after wards, I teased my hubby so much he had to sit and even then, I continued ^^, I had a shrug on which I took off while giving him minor lap dance. It was very hard for him to move. If it wasn't for people around I'd relieve him but to bad for him. I continued to dance In front of him seductively. I got to close and he pulled me to him landing my chest in his face. He's being mean :( I laughed at him and broke free. I drank down another ice tea. I made sure to bend over before him, to get my key card for the room. He tried to stand but he was to big to go unnoticed so I waved my butt as I overly exaggeratedly walk. I went to the room, I was kinda needing to pee, then I heard a knock. I opened the door and a hand came out and shoved me into the room. (I love when he's so needy) He pushed me into the bed and I struggled but he tied me with belts to the bed.he had my arms spread and legs and put a gag in my mouth. I felt his hands rubbing my legs and thighs through my dress. "I love the feeling of you in pantyhose in a nice dress" he said "Mmf!!" I protested. He lifted my dress revealing my sexy new lingerie peice. My eyes widened when he went down me me. I was very close to climaxing then he stopped, covered me up and to lay there's and left! He left! I struggled to get free but it wasn't happening. I really had to pee. I whimpered. It was 10 minutes when he came back, he had a styrofoam cup filed with something and he placed it in the fridge. I thrashed about and whined. He sat beside me. "Who's teased now" he said coldly. I was like !!! ^^ He started to rub me through my dress. It felt so good but I refused to show him it did :) I struggled and moaned and he made me orgasm, I screamed into the gag and pee gushed as he continued to rub me. My dress got saturated as he kept pressing his fingers on me through my dress. I orgasmed again. "Now, will you be good and keep quiet if I remove the gag?" He asked, pulling out his member. I shook my head and fought against my restraints. He crawled on top and removed any covering I had and started to have his way. It felt so good but I acted like it didn't and it was hard :( He covered my mouth with his hand and could feel him climax, it made me so close it wasn't fair. After he finished he covered me back up in my wet dress and used the bathroom. Then he turned On the tv again and left yet again!!omg get back here!!! Lol I reevaluated my restraints, nope :( I'm his prisoner (:)) 30 minutes!! Another styrofoam cup of something in the fridge. He sat on the bed and stroked my hair. "Good girl" he said. "If I remove your gag will you continue to be good?" He asked I nodded. He undid my gag and told me he wants me to drink two big things of iced tea. I tried to shake my head, I really had to pee again. "Hmm?" "Okay.." I gulped. He loosened my restraints and I sat up, I didn't like laying in wet bedding very much :( My dress mostly dried. (But keeping it dry is another adventure) "I want you to dance for me" he added "What???" I squeaked. "But I really...." I started to say until he stopped me. "Dance for me in a sexy way, or ill tie you up again and will leave for longer" he threatened. I was struggling to drink the first ice tea. I really needed to pee so badly! "I...I can't drink the 2nd one..." I whispered looking down and away. "After your Dance then" he compromised with me. I swayed back and forth slowly, and fondled with my shrugs buttons with shaky hands. I really was in desperate need right now to pee. I was holding myself more then anything but I forced myself to move slow and sexy. I stripped off my shrug and threw it at his head, and tried making it to the door, only for him to grab me by hehind where he turned me around to look at me face to face. He "shoved" me to my knees as he removed the straps to my dress, revealing the top part of my naughty lingerie piece. Pee slowly escaped abit then he moved me onto the floor where he took off his pants. The only thing I could see was something large, hard, and my name on it. Uh oh ^^ "You will pleasure me and you'll do it sexy or else" (he tried lol) He laid on the floor, naked. I crawled between his legs and began to play with him, kissing it and tickling his members attachment. I was gasping and moaning, slowly peeing at the same time. I was rubbing between his inner thighs, I looked at him with a naughty smile and continued to tease him. I stuck out my tongue showing off my duo tongue rings, and how I'm going to put them to good use. I began to pee uncontrollably now, I felt his hand on my head, so I continued to pleasure him as I peed. I moved my butt in the air and jacked him off as I had him in my mouth. My dress was completely soaked and still getting wet. I was so close to orgasming it was horrible, but nice to feel less pressure. I felt him spasm and swallowed his entire load. He moaned loudly, it was very intense for him. After he finished I sat up and he got me out of my dress, then he tied me to the bed post. "Hey!!!!" I started to say. "Shh" he said pressing a finger to my lips. He got dressed and went out the door again. I was horny, wet lol, needy, and he leaves me hanging! Who's the tease now? ^^ I was still dripping a bit, at least he hung my dress in the tub. I sat there patiently for 45 minutes this time. I'll never tease him again :( I've learned. I heard the door open, gulp! He wasn't done with me, I'm a bad girl. "My my, a sexy lady" he said, squeezing my butt then spanking it. "Your such a sexy tease" he said as he felt me up. I whimpered biting my lip. "But I'm not done with you" I was getting aroused, trying to stay in play though was getting impossible. I think it was harder for me then for him. He untied me then pushed me onto the bed where he covered my mouth and had one hand on my breast and gained entry and gave hard thrusts. Slowly. I screamed in his hand but it was muffled. I clutched unto the bed as he gave it hard. Surprisingly it was very orgasmic for me, as it was for him. He climaxed and got up and got me off my stomach. I put my hands on my hips, managed to spread my legs and peed the last bit. It was nice to shower, and after that I changed and slept for a good while. My hubby was very satisfied and so was I :)
  10. Jaylah

    Cruise 2 of 3

    The cruise 2 of 3 Through out the duration of the cruise, I was a very naughty woman. I peed in multiple things multiple times, and no one really noticed, even my hubby didn't notice. Though one particular time is when I wore my new swimsuit I had specially ordered, it was a thong back one, however my hubby made me get a swimsuit wrap, to cover my butt. We went swimming and scooched to the corner where he grabbed me from behind. Under water cuddling ^^ I could feel his hands push aside my covering, naughty man, and I pulled me close to him. I could tell he was pretty excited, I turned around and whispered naughty things to him. I got out first and laid on the floor, I had my arms back holding me up, one leg was stretched out, and my knee was bent up and my foot on the ground. I made sure he had a very good view and told him to look at me. I peed through my swimsuit, it shot out like a spring and my hubby watched the whole thing. I finished and he swam to the edge telling me of his really big problem. I whispered again naughty things to him and slowly walked away back to the room. I laid on the bed laughing about my hubby but he made it back keeping himself hidden. He told me I was a tease, I told him do something about it ^^ He got me to strip down and sit on his lap and he was so excited, it didn't take long for him to have pleasure. He took care of my needs and I got up to put back on my swimsuit and peed again for him before I showered off.
  11. Jaylah

    Theater pee-views ;)

    Jan 4th, 2017 Today I was wearing a knee length denim khaki skirt, black button shirt to my elbow, my hair was in a French braid, lace pink v-string with pink bra, and black pantyhose. My hubby took me out on a date. We went and grabbed tea and coffee, then went to the movie theatre, where I got a litre of fresca soda. Yum ^^' We were like 20min early, but we like to have left row seats by the back. I could feel the tea from earlier kinda hit me some but not enough to set off any alarms. We were whispering, giggling, looking around to see if we knew anyone. I whispered in his ear about when was the last time I went down on him In the theatre, i could tell his face went bright red, I smiled and rested my head against his arm. The previews sucked, something I could of been doing myself for my hubby ;) since we were alone for a few sections around. I sat there sipping my soda. Maybe 45minutes passed and this time I was having a growing need to pee. My bladder was filling up and aching, I was getting uncomfortable, I crossed my legs and took in a deep breath. My hubby turned to whisper at me. "Are you okay?" I nodded as I sipped more of my soda. Obviously he doesn't know me by now ^^' lol, bad boy! I kinda rocked back and forth, it was getting painful now, I just wanted to see the movie! I refuse to waste money so if I pee right here right now so be it! I clutched rather hard onto my hubby's arm, and he was kinda piecing it together, "Sing" wasn't a scary movie ^^' My breathing became hard and short, my nipples were incredibly hard, it hurted, I could feel my private area swell abit as it was doing everything it could to hold on tight. It dawned on me, the last time I had a similar accident in the theatre or related somehow was my first time, I was kicking myself for not dressing in similar wardrobe :P I whispered "can I have your hand?" He gave me his hand and I placed it on my private area through my skirt. "You make me wet" I winked as I began to feel relief in my bladder. I closed my eyes and you could hear the faint hissing sound as it came rushing out, and the dripping. Luckily with the movie playing and it being loud no one could hear ^^' or see!! I bit my lip to contain a moan. I could feel my skirt soak like no ones buisness. I re adjusted myself and straightened my skirt out and finished Peeing. Sweet relief ^^' I could feel the pee pool around my butt being absorbed by the seat and my skirt. "Oops" I giggled ^^' I sat there during the rest of the movie in wet clothes. I didnt think this one through. The movie ended, I had to pee again, but this time I wanted my hubby to see, lol, He was nice and put his jacket around my waist and we went to the van that he parked across the street. "Anyone around?" I asked looking "No, why?" He asked me. I gave him back his jacket pressed my hands against my crotch and kinda half bent pressing inwards. "Want to watch?" I asked him In a seductive tone. He turned to look at me and I began to pee, a wet spot formed and you could see the pee run through my skirt. "Hmm" I moaned out as pee still came out, as I closed my eyes. I could feel the pee pool in my shoes. My hubby was very turned on and took me home where he gave me a very "hard time" ;)
  12. December 21st 2016 Today I decided to wear a nice red shirt, that button ups, a nice black skirt that's wavy, comfy, and sexy. Purple g-string, matching bra, nude colored pantyhose, black flat top shoes. I was a naughty lady, I saw an opportunity to be very very pleasing unto my hubby ^^' he was very well pleased. My mother in law and father that are visiting for the holidays decided to go for lunch together, and my hubbies cousin IVY was going out to get a few things, and my hubby, my hubby was about to go out the door, since we needed to pick up more groceries for when the rest of the family comes, It was last minute and I did have to pee, maybe not as much as I should but still. I grabbed my hubby's shoulder and pulled him to me, "Not so fast ^^'" I told him and pushed him into the door, pressing my body against his. I gave him a big mischievous smile. "You know, it'll be busy and we won't have time to play" I whispered "I even have to pee" I continued as I started to suckle on his earlobe. I can tell he was getting happy ^^' I went on my knees and got him out and encouraged him greatly. He was more then ready for me. I looked up and stopped teasing him. "I'm really needing to pee" I informed him, "do you want me sitting, standing, or continue " I said as I winked at him. He choose to continue, goody ^^' I re cupped my mouth around his manhood while I was on my knees, but I was going slow, and often teased and stopped. I tried to hold it abit longer due to time I decided to Slowly pee. I felt his hand on the back of my head, I could feel how needy he was becoming ^^' He kept my head still, then after a second allowed me to continue teasing. I could feel the pee slowly run down my legs, it was so tempting to let it out all once. He pulled out of my mouth and I decided as I was on my knees to rest my butt on my heels. I closed my eyes and began to let the rest out. I manage to not wet my skirt ^^', to much. I stood up after I was done and turned around. I lifted up my skirt and showed him, and that only Added to his tormet. We rushed upstairs, and let's just say, he things got hot and heavy, I'm so glad one no was around, he made me scream, and we broke the closest door in the heat of the passion. I don't know what about this makes my hubby so crazy horny but I like the effects it has ^^'
  13. Dylan hugged his parents good-bye as the bus pulled into the station. He had had a good visit with them, but since he lived a three-hour bus ride away he was only able to see them about one weekend a month. He looked forward to his next visit, but he also looked forward to getting home to all the games that he hadn’t packed, not to mention the friends he had made since moving. He had packed light; everything he had needed to bring for the weekend had fit into a backpack, the same one he had used when he was in school. He didn’t bother to give it to the person loading the luggage compartment, opting instead to bring it onto the bus with him. After showing his ticket and boarding the bus, Dylan chose a row near the middle; he didn’t want to be the very last person to leave the bus, but he wanted to make sure that the frontmost seats were available for anyone who had trouble walking. He sat in the seat by the window, put his backpack under his seat, and watched the bus continue to fill up. Some of the passengers sat near the front, some near the back, and some not too far from Dylan himself. He noticed one extremely attractive woman with long, wavy caramel-coloured hair boarding the bus, wearing a backpack of her own. Dylan hoped she would sit somewhere in his field of vision, so he could glance at her once in a while to make the long bus ride pass more quickly. Dylan glanced frequently at the woman as she walked along the aisle. He couldn’t help smiling slightly as she got closer. When she was a few rows away, he directed his gaze elsewhere but continued to watch her from the corner of his eye. When she reached his row, she startled Dylan by looking straight at him. Dylan looked at her nervously, and she gestured to the seat the seat next to him and asked, “Is it okay if I sit here?” “Sure,” Dylan said, not believing his luck. “Thanks,” the woman said, taking off her backpack and sitting down. She unzipped her backpack, took out a bottle, and handed it to Dylan. “Want some lemonade?” she asked. “Sure,” Dylan said again, taking the bottle and opening it. He took a sip, then closed the bottle back up and handed it back to the woman as she zipped her backpack back up. “Keep it,” she said, not taking the bottle back. “I have others for myself.” Dylan opened the bottle back up, took another few sips, then closed it and put it into the netting on the back of the seat in front of him, while the woman put her backpack under her seat. “I’m April,” the woman said, extended her right hand. “Dylan,” Dylan said, shaking her hand. The bus started moving. Dylan looked out the window and saw that his parents were still there. He waved good-bye to them until they were out of sight. “Friends of yours?” April asked. “My parents,” Dylan answered. “I came to visit them for the weekend.” He retrieved the bottle of lemonade and took another sip before putting it back. “Did you enjoy seeing them?” April inquired. “Yes, I did,” Dylan replied. “It’ll be good to get home, though.” “I hear you,” April said. “Trips are fun, but carrying around luggage can make you a bit weary. I mean, I know you only came for the weekend, but you must have at least brought a change of clothes, right?” “Yeah, and even if I’d just brought my toothbrush that’s still more than I’d have to have on me at home.” “Do you come this way often?” “About once every three weeks.” They continued chatting as the bus made its way to the freeway and then picked up speed. Occasionally Dylan would glance out the window, but most of the time he was focused on April. This was better than he could have imagined. He didn’t have to steal sneaky glances at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice; she was actively encouraging him to look at her, to the point where she might be offended if he looked away for more than a moment. In fact, she was engaging with him; it seemed she had no end of questions to ask and stories to share and comparisons to make between their two lives. What was most surprising was that she was socializing so eagerly with someone she had never met before, and knew nothing about other than the fact that he was traveling. Dylan had always been under the impression that talking to strangers was an exercise that had to be undertaken with the utmost caution if at all, but far from being frightened, Dylan actually found April’s attitude quite refreshing. Dylan was grateful for the lemonade April had given him. It was a warm day, and, particularly with all the talking, Dylan found his throat drying out quite a bit. He took sips every few minutes while he chatted with April, but he was hardly aware of it; April herself held most of his attention. It had been a long time since Dylan had seen anyone as attractive as April, and the way she smiled and laughed and seemed to really like Dylan completely captivated him. He was actually surprised when he found that the bottle was empty. He couldn’t have finished it already, could he? He would have to remember to bring his own beverage the next time he went on a long bus trip. “I can take that,” April said, holding out her hand. He handed her the empty bottle and she put it back in her backpack. “Is it okay if I put my legs on your lap?” April asked. “I’m feeling a bit cramped.” “Sure,” Dylan said once again, and she did so, stretching her legs out all the way to the wall. This was beyond belief. The most beautiful woman Dylan had seen in three years was cuddling with him after knowing him for — Dylan looked at his watch — less than half an hour. April put her mouth close to Dylan’s ear and said softly, “I really like you.” Was she a prostitute? “You’d better watch it,” Dylan said, “or I’m going to think you’re a werewolf.” April leaned back and laughed, then told Dylan a story about one of April’s college classmates who had called April a werewolf. Dylan did not find this entirely reassuring, but eventually he decided that he could call for help if April attacked him. And if she picked his pocket he would have plenty of time to find her before the driver let her off the bus. He decided he would enjoy the situation while it lasted and worry later about any ulterior motives April might have. April started moving her legs in Dylan’s lap. When she was done with her story, she kissed Dylan on the cheek and asked, “Am I scaring you?” “A little bit,” Dylan admitted. “Do you want me to sit somewhere else?” She didn’t seem offended; she was still smiling pleasantly. Dylan was sure that he could have politely asked her to move and she would have done so without fuss. But the idea of her leaving almost made Dylan start crying. He suddenly no longer cared if she picked both his pockets and then stole his backpack for good measure. Nothing he had with him was worth more than the experience he was having right now. “No, stay,” he said fervently. “Thanks,” April said, smiling even more widely, and she put her arm over Dylan’s shoulders. “Tell me about the last party you went to,” she said. Dylan did so, and April continued to move her legs around, occasionally going so far as to rub Dylan’s penis with her thigh through his pants. When he was done with his story, April squeezed his shoulders with her arm, kissed him again, and then told a story of her own. Dylan never wanted this bus ride to end. When she was done with her story, April said, “I’m not a werewolf. But I did play a trick on you. I put something special in your lemonade. In a few seconds you’re really going to wish you were sitting in an aisle seat.” She smirked. Dylan looked at her uncertainly, trying to figure out what she meant. Then, out of nowhere, Dylan suddenly felt an unbelievably strong need to pee. He had to immediately grab his penis to keep from wetting himself. As he did this, April triumphantly shouted, “GOTCHA!” and started laughing hard. Dylan tried to stand up to get to the bathroom at the back of the bus, but April’s legs kept him pinned in his seat. “You’re staying right where you are,” April said, feeling the attempt. “I want to watch you struggle not to pee in your pants.” “April, move!” Dylan said insistently. “And give up my front row seat to this show? That’s not going to happen.” “April, I really have to go the bathroom.” “I know,” April said, still laughing. “That stuff hits really hard.” “Come on, April, this isn’t funny!” April laughed even harder. “Aww,” she teased. “Do you have to pee? Do you have to pee really, really bad? Do you feel like you might start peeing in your pants at any second if I don’t let you out?” “Yes! Come on, April, hurry up!” He was squeezing his penis tightly, desperately trying to keep control until he could get April to relent, but he could feel the pee pushing to get through, and he didn’t think he could hold on much longer. Clearly this was a game to April. How could he explain the reality of the problem in a way that April could understand? All of his attempts just seemed to amuse her more. Laughing did make April even more beautiful, though. And Dylan found her triumphant, mischievous laugh even more pleasing than her warm laugh of earlier. If the prank had been only mildly annoying like spraying Dylan with silly string he would have let it go and simply enjoyed April’s reaction. He would have made a face both to give her some satisfaction and to discourage her from doing it constantly (Could one face do both of those things?), but he wouldn’t have spent half an hour complaining about it. But what she had actually done created a serious issue for Dylan, and his enjoyment of April’s pleasure was much less than his desire to get out of the situation. April lifted Dylan’s shirt above his bellybutton and ran her fingers along the exposed skin. Dylan was starting to pant. April pressed a finger between Dylan’s bellybutton and waistband, making him gasp and press his thighs together to keep from peeing. Then April started tickling Dylan’s sides, making him laugh. He crossed his legs and tensed his thighs. “April, stop!” Dylan begged. “I really, really have to pee. Please let me out!” “I got you so good!” April gloated. “I love watching you squeeze your penis and hearing you beg me to let you go to the bathroom. It’s really amazing how well that lemonade works.” “I’m glad you’re having fun, April, but I really don’t know how much longer I can hold it. Could you please stop tickling me?” “Why, am I making it worse?” April teased, still tickling Dylan. “What if I talked about flowing water like rivers or waterfalls, or if I made sounds like ssssssss…” “What is wrong with you?” Dylan demanded. He was starting to rock back and forth while he continued to squeeze his penis tightly with his hand and to tense his thighs regularly. “Don’t you understand how badly I have to pee?” “Why don’t you tell me?” April suggested playfully. “Describe how it feels to be trapped in your seat, tickled, and teased after drinking my special lemonade.” “April, I’m panicking right now. I’m having trouble breathing. I’m starting to sweat, even though the air conditioning is on full blast. And it’s taking all of my strength to keep from peeing right here, in my pants, on the seat.” April stopped tickling Dylan, and she also stopped laughing. She slid a hand into her pants and started moving it around. “What are you doing?” Dylan asked incredulously. “I’m fingering myself. This is just too beautiful.” “What? April, let me out!” “Why? Are you about to wet yourself? Do you feel like, even squeezing as hard as you are, the pee is about to start flowing uncontrollably through the length of your penis and into your cute little pants?” Dylan felt a spurt of pee shoot through his penis into his underwear. He clamped down even harder with his hands, thighs, and internal muscles. “April,” he said desperately, “I just spurted. You have to let me out now!” April removed her legs from Dylan’s lap, then started rubbing herself harder. Dylan rose from the seat, hunching over because the overhead compartment prevented him from standing fully. He tried to get past April, but her legs were in the way. “I’m not letting you out yet,” April said. “I just didn’t want you damaging the seat.” Dylan felt another spurt escape his penis. “April, please!” he begged. “I spurted again. I can’t hold this any longer!” He was still squeezing himself frantically with his hand, and also moving his legs constantly, but he was sure that pretty soon it wouldn’t matter. April, still masturbating, watched Dylan with her lips slightly parted, then licked them. “You look so delicious,” she said breathily. Perhaps she was a werewolf after all. More spurts of pee made their way through Dylan’s frantic penis, despite all of his efforts to stop them. They were becoming longer and more frequent. It was becoming a broken but otherwise steady, and very embarrassing, flow into his pants. He looked down and saw a growing visible wet spot. “April,” he said, almost crying, “I’m wetting my pants. Why can’t you let me out?” April looked at the spot, open her mouth wider, then said, “Okay. All right. You can go.” She took her hand out of her pants and swung her legs into the aisle. Dylan made his way as quickly as he could past April’s seat, into the aisle, and toward the bathroom. He was peeing into his pants almost continuously now, even while clamping down as hard as he could with his hand. He was grateful that no one else on the bus said anything as he walked along the aisle. When he finally made it to the bathroom he closed the door as quickly as he could, opened the toilet, and wrestled his still-peeing penis through the flies of his underwear and pants. Then he completely stopped his failing efforts to hold and let the pee flow freely into the toilet. It felt amazing. When he was done, he flushed, closed the toilet, put himself back away, and looked down to see the damage. It was pretty bad. Not as bad as it could been, but fairly noticeable. Also, he could feel quite a bit of wetness, and he did not think it would make for a pleasant bus journey. He again felt like he might start crying. Dylan heard a knock at the door, and a familiar voice asked, “Are you done yet?” He opened the door a crack and saw April standing there holding his backpack in one hand and wearing her own. Defiantly, Dylan decided that he no reason to hide the wet spot from April, since it was her fault, and so he opened the door the rest of the way. April opened her mouth wide in an impressed expression. Dylan found that he wasn’t angry with April for ruining his trip. He was discouraged by the situation, but April herself was so enchanting that Dylan couldn’t resent anything that she did. In fact, at that moment he was ready, almost eager, to have her take on her wolf form and eat him. It would save him another two hours in wet pants, and if April really did find him delicious then Dylan thought she deserved the meal. He would consider it an honour to bring her the pleasure. What April actually did, though, was to close her mouth again and hold Dylan’s backpack out to him. “Do you have anything to change into?” she asked. “If not, I’ve got some men’s clothes that should fit you.” Dylan took his backpack from her. Yes! He could change into yesterday’s underwear (it wasn’t that dirty) and the shorts he’d brought in case it got too hot. Why hadn’t he thought of that? “Yes, I do, thank you,” he said. “I’ll see you back at the seat,” April said. “If you still want to sit with me, that is. I certainly won’t take it personally if you don’t, and since I’m pretty sure all your stuff’s in the backpack, you can just go straight to whatever seat you like.” “Thanks again,” Dylan said, and closed and locked the door. Perhaps it was rude of him not to tell April whether he would continue to sit with her, but he was a bit anxious to get changed. Changing was rather difficult in that tiny room, but he was able to do it, and when he was done he put his peed-in pants and underwear into his backpack and walked back along the aisle to April’s seat. April had moved to the window seat. When he saw her, Dylan asked, “Am I still okay to sit with you?” April smiled brightly. “Absolutely!” she said, and gestured toward the aisle seat. “Please.” Dylan sat down, putting his backpack under his seat. When he straightened back up from doing this, April rose from her own seat, straddled Dylan, facing him, with her knees on the seat on either side of him, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Even with all of the difficulties he had endured, Dylan decided that he was having a very good day.
  14. Walking past a row of shops one afternoon on his way home from work, Trent noticed a sign above one of them that read AMiss McMillan=s Milkshake Parlour@. He was not familiar with that particular establishment, but he did love milkshakes, so he decided to go in. The parlour was about ten feet wide. The front wall, including the door, was completely paned with glass. A counter ran the width of the parlour about fifteen feet from the entrance, preventing passage past that point. In front of the counter were five round tables, each of which had four chairs around it. Behind the counter stood a rather attractive woman, and behind her was a wall with a door leading into a back room and, beside the door, the milkshake menu. Trent looked at the menu and was completely floored. One hundred and sixty flavours of ice cream, any possible percentage of milk fat in the milk, five different thicknesses, five different glass or cup sizes, and seven different methods of preparation including stabbing the milk-submerged ice cream repeatedly with a hot knife. Trent studied the menu carefully from just inside the door, trying to figure out what everything meant. While he was doing this, the woman beckoned him to the counter. ACome on up,@ she said pleasantly. AUm, I haven=t decided yet,@ said Trent uncertainly. AThat=s okay, there=s no one else here,@ the woman replied. It was true; Trent and the woman were the only ones in the parlour. Trent approached the counter cautiously, looking away from the menu just enough to avoid colliding with any tables or chairs. When he reached the counter, the woman introduced herself. AI=m Miss McMillan. Welcome to my milkshake parlour. Take your time, and let me know if you need help deciding. I have a knack for matching people to milkshakes.@ Trent could feel Miss McMillan=s eyes on him as he continued to read the menu. It was not the passively expectant gaze of someone waiting for a decision to be made; Miss McMillan appeared to be examining him. Perhaps she was merely trying to, as she said, match him to a milkshake, but it made Trent feel a bit uncomfortable. He tried to read the menu (and thereby make a decision) more quickly, but Miss McMillan=s stare was making it increasingly difficult for him to concentrate. AI=m having a bit of trouble deciding,@ Trent finally admitted, hoping that Miss McMillan could help him speed this process along. ADo you have any dietary restrictions?@ asked Miss McMillan. AI won=t eat mushrooms or olives, but that=s just because I really don=t like them.@ AAnd how are you for time?@ AI=m okay for time.@ Miss McMillan glanced around the parlour quickly, then leaned in close and said quietly, AI=m about to offer you something that is not on the menu, and is not available to just anyone. I don=t want you advertising this. Is that understood?@ AYes,@ said Trent. A definite answer seemed best, even though he had no idea why Miss McMillan would make such an offer. AIt=s my own personal creation. I call it the McMillan Shake. It=s basically a vanilla milkshake with a few extra herbs and spices mixed in, but believe me, it tastes fantastic. It would be on the house. The only condition is that you can=t take it out of the parlour; I can=t risk having you analyze it and figure out the recipe. So what do you say?@ ASure,@ said Trent, not wanting to spend any more time or mental power making a decision. AGreat!@ said Miss McMillan, straightening up and smiling brightly. AI=ll go make you one.@ She went into the back room. Trent thought he heard a click behind him. He looked over his shoulder but didn=t see anything unusual. Perhaps someone had dropped something on the pavement just outside his field of vision. It didn=t really matter; noises in the city were as common as grains of sand on the beach. After a few minutes, Miss McMillan came back out with a glass of white milkshake, complete with a straw and a paper napkin. AHere you are,@ she said, handing Trent the milkshake and smiling. Trent thanked her, brought the milkshake to a table, sat down, and took a sip. Whoa! Miss McMillan had not been exaggerating when she had described the McMillan Shake. It was by far the most delicious thing that Trent had ever tasted. He looked back at Miss McMillan in amazement. She was smiling at him. He smiled back, then broke eye contact and continued to drink his milkshake. Why was she doing this for him? Trent wondered. It was not as though she knew him personally. Perhaps she thought he was some sort of celebrity. If so, then correcting her might cause unnecessary embarrassment, so he decided to leave that issue alone. Glancing back at Miss McMillan, Trent noticed that she was still watching him, and that her smile had widened. She licked her lips, and Trent thought about the witch from AHansel and Gretel@, who fed children candy to fatten them up so that she could eat them. This had to be some sort of trap. Trent could think of no other reason why someone would give the world=s best milkshake to a complete stranger for free and then watch with an ever-widening smile as the stranger drank it. He looked around the parlour, but could not see anything suspicious, other than the grinning woman behind the counter. He looked out the window and watched the rush hour traffic go by. Would Miss McMillan risk doing something unethical in front of so many potential witnesses? Trent briefly considered simply getting up and walking out, leaving the milkshake unfinished. But he couldn=t actually prove that this was a trap, and the milkshake was so good, so instead he merely tried to drink it more quickly, hoping that, if this was indeed a trap, he could get out of there before it sprang. Through the window, Trent saw a man who looked to be in his seventies walk up to the door of the parlour and try to open it. The door wouldn=t open, even though the man seemed to be pulling pretty hard. The man gave up and walked on. Trent had not found the door particularly difficult to open when he had entered, so it couldn=t simply have been a matter of the man being too weak. Trent turned to Miss McMillan, who was smiling even more widely. AAre you trying to close?@ he asked. He did not think that he could drink his milkshake any more quickly than he already was, but perhaps Miss McMillan would offer him a shortcut. Of course, if she was setting a trap for him then it was unlikely that she would help him to escape, but he had to try. ATake your time,@ said Miss McMillan, without the slightest hint of impatience. No shortcut there. Trent, of course, had no intention of taking his time. He finished off the milkshake as quickly as he could, then brought the glass and napkin back to the counter, handed them to Miss McMillan, and said, AThanks. That was truly delicious.@ Miss McMillan took the glass and napkin to the back room while Trent quickly walked to the front door. The front door wouldn=t open. There did not seem to be a mechanism for opening the door from the inside when it was locked. Trent turned back to the counter. Miss McMillan was coming out of the back room. She was starting to giggle. Trent deliberately kept his tone casual as he asked, ACould you unlock the door?@ ANot just yet,@ Miss McMillan replied, still giggling. AI want to have a little fun first.@ ASo you lock me in a store,@ Trent said quizzically. AYes,@ Miss McMillan responded without missing a beat. AAnd guess what? One of the ingredients of the McMillan Shake is a powerful diuretic. You=re about to have to pee really, really badly!@ Her giggle turned into a laugh. AWhat?!@ asked Trent, horrified. But he was only half surprised. He had been fairly certain that Miss McMillan was up to something, he just hadn=t known what. Now that she had revealed the nature of the trap, or at least part of it, he could fight it directly. AUnlock the door now or I will scream,@ he said firmly. AI don=t think you want to call attention to yourself with the rate that your bladder is filling right now,@ Miss McMillan said, shaking her head but still laughing. She was right, Trent realized. He was already feeling a rapidly intensifying need to pee. Not wanting passers-by to see him in this condition while he negotiated with Miss McMillan, he started taking small steps towards the counter, staying alert for further traps. ACome on,@ he said when he reached the counter, trying to sound reasonable. AUnlock the door.@ AYou=re feeling it, aren=t you?@ Miss McMillan asked, starting to laugh harder. AYes, I=m feeling it. Unlock the door,@ Trent said impatiently. Still laughing hard, Miss McMillan chanted, ACute guy drinks a special shake Delicious as can be But something in that special shake Makes him have to pee!@ ACome on! Please?@ Trent begged, grabbing his penis tightly. He really needed to pee soon. Miss McMillan started to laugh even harder. AAww,@ she teased. AYou have to pee so-o-o bad, but you=re locked in a store and you can=t get out. Whatever will you do?@ Trent, still holding himself tightly, scowled at Miss McMillan, who just kept laughing really hard. AWhat do you want?@ Trent asked, irritated. AI want to watch you squirm and dance, trying not to wet your pants,@ Miss McMillan chanted gleefully. AReal clever,@ Trent said sarcastically. ASeriously, though, what=s it going to take for you to let me go?@ AYou want me to think of something I want more than a man who needs to pee really bad standing right in front of me?@ Miss McMillan asked with apparent incredulity (though her laughter did not diminish). She shook her head. AI=m sorry, I can=t.@ Trent tried to think of an amount of money that might impress Miss McMillan without putting him into debt. AI=ll give you $300 if you unlock the door right now,@ he said desperately. Miss McMillan seemed to consider this, then said, ATempting. But no, I can=t buy situations like this for $300. I can=t buy them at all, so don=t bother raising the amount.@ Maybe if Trent could get behind the counter he could wrestle the key from Miss McMillan and use it to unlock the door himself. He looked along the counter, but it stretched from wall to wall with no visible gaps or hinges. He looked along both side walls of the parlour, but could not see any doors in either wall. (He probably wouldn=t have wanted to go through a door anyway, since it might have led deeper into the trap.) The only way he could think of getting behind the counter would be to leap over it, which would be difficult considering the state of his bladder and the fact that Miss McMillan would almost certainly not cooperate. He briefly wondered how Miss McMillan had managed to lock the front door between the time he had entered the parlour and the time he had finished his milkshake, but he quickly realized that trying to figure this out would be a waste of precious time. AYou can=t keep me here forever,@ Trent protested. ANot forever,@ Miss McMillan replied casually. AMaybe thirty, forty-five minutes tops.@ Trent felt certain that, by the time thirty to forty-five minutes had passed, he would have wet his pants uncontrollably, they would have dried again, and he would be ready to call for help (it would still be rush hour, so he needn=t fear a shortage of witnesses). So Miss McMillan wasn=t really offering him anything. Unless C AIs there any chance that time could be shortened?@ Trent asked hopefully. Miss McMillan shrugged. AI might let you go sooner,@ she said offhandedly. AIf I get bored.@ What could he do to bore her? Trent thought frantically. Well, he could let go of his penis, for one thing. But if he did that, he didn=t think he would be able to prevent himself from peeing. Another thing he could do would be to stop complaining. But was he really supposed to just stand there and do nothing to end a situation that was getting worse by the second? AWhat if I get bored?@ he asked, frustrated. AAre you bored?@ Miss McMillan asked, surprised. ADo you want me to tell you some stories to pass the time?@ ASure,@ he said, exasperated but hoping to throw Miss McMillan off by going along with a stupid suggestion. AAll right, let=s see . . . Oh, here=s one. I went whitewater rafting a few weeks ago. You might think that, being on a floatation device, one would stay more or less dry, but I can assure you that is not the case. There was water splashing all around us, and quite a bit of it ended up on me. Of course, that was nothing compared to when I actually fell off the raft and ended up completely soaked, with the rapids still splashing C@ AStop!@ yelled Trent. This was not helping. ADo you have any other stories?@ ALet=s see . . . There was one time when I went to a museum on one of my days off. I don=t remember much about the museum itself, but I do remember that I had decided to walk because it was a nice day. When I was about two thirds of the way to the museum, though, clouds started to fill the sky really quickly, I heard a few rumbles of thunder, and then rain suddenly poured down, drenching me in seconds. I tried to find some cover, but there weren=t any trees and the only buildings around were private houses, so I just kept walking. By the time I got to the museum my clothes were saturated with water and it was dripping onto the museum floor C@ AStop!@ Trent yelled again. He could feel himself starting to pee in his pants and there was nothing he could do to stop it. AI=m starting to wet my pants. Unlock the door now!@ Miss McMillan=s laughter reached a crescendo to match that of Trent=s desperation, then subsided. She watched Trent intently as his pants became wetter and wetter. Trent let go of his penis so that his hand wouldn=t get wet. He didn=t bother to say anything further as his bladder emptied; any attempts to convey the seriousness of the situation only seemed to amuse Miss McMillan further. Trent wanted to close his eyes and pretend that he was somewhere else, somewhere safe, but he needed to stay alert in case Miss McMillan tried any more tricks. Trent hoped that the tables and chairs would hide what was happening from people outside. He looked out the window and was relieved to see pedestrians walking past the parlour as though it didn=t exist. (This is what they would do normally; an independent shop in the middle of town does not tend to draw much attention.) As Trent continued to wet himself helplessly, he looked around the parlour continuously, hoping to catch the next part of the trap before it sprang. He still could not see anything suspicious, but he continued to look until his bladder was completely empty. At that point, Miss McMillan, presumably noticing that Trent=s pants weren=t getting any wetter, clapped her hands three or four times and said, in an impressed tone of voice, ANice.@ Trent looked at Miss McMillan. She was smiling ecstatically. Trent had never seen anyone smile like that before, and it was beautiful. It made Trent think of a rainbow after a ferocious storm. And it was because of him. He instantly forgave Miss McMillan for what she had just put him through. He also stopped worrying about whatever else she might have had planned; that smile was worth anything he could imagine her doing to him. He smiled back, faintly. For a few moments, they simply gazed at each other. Then Miss McMillan seemed to come out of a trance and bent down to reach under the counter. AI=ve got some goodies for you,@ she said. AGoodies,@ Trent said, chuckling. ANo more tricks, I promise. I need to get home too.@ She took out a spray bottle and handed it to Trent. AThis is a deodorizer for the smell. Spray it on wherever you see wetness.@ AYou really think the smell is the first thing that people will notice?@ Trent asked incredulously. ANo,@ Miss McMillan replied evenly. ABut it=s the first thing you need to take care of.@ Shrugging, Trent took the bottle and sprayed it on the wet parts of his pants, then held the bottle out for Miss McMillan to take back. Miss McMillan was already bending down to reach under the counter again, though, so Trent put the bottle on the counter. Miss McMillan straightened up and handed Trent something made of cloth. AThis is a kimono to cover up the spot,@ she said. Trent took the kimono, unfolded it, and put it on. It was quite a nice kimono. AIt=s yours to keep,@ Miss McMillan continued. AYou deserve it.@ Miss McMillan then put the deodorizer back under the counter and took out a booklet. She tore a page out of the booklet (they were apparently perforated) and handed it to Trent. AThis is a coupon for a free milkshake of your choice,@ she said. ADon=t bother using it for a McMillan Shake; that one=s always on the house.@ She winked. AIf you decide not to come back, you can give the coupon to a friend C or an enemy.@ She put the coupon book back under the counter. ALet me get the door for you,@ she said, then turned and went into the back room. Trent heard a vaguely familiar click behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see what it was, but he couldn=t see anything that C then it struck him. The door! She had a power lock on the door so that she could open or close shop from her side of the counter C or trap unsuspecting customers in the parlour. Miss McMillan came out of the back room. AThe door=s unlocked,@ she said. AHave a good evening.@ AThat=s it?@ Trent asked, surprised. AI told you, I need to get home too.@ Trent turned, walked to the door, and pushed on it. This time the door opened easily. He left the parlour, letting the door swing closed behind him, and started walking the rest of the way home. He would not make any more stops; he wanted to get home as soon as possible so that he could change his pants. As he was walking, he heard the familiar click of the parlour=s power lock. He smiled to himself, relieved to have finally been released from the parlour and also glad to have been such an immense source of entertainment.
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    VK Webcam Desperation

    This clip is new to me, a gal doing a webcam while desperately needing to pee. I love these types of clips. Can anyone grab this? https://new.vk.com/video252679693_456239022?z=video252679693_456239037
  16. Chapter 1 David was sitting in the front row of the school bus taking him home from school. The seats were wide enough for two to fit comfortably, but no one was sitting next to David; most students preferred to sit near the back of the bus, where they could feel the bumps in the road more strongly. There were two girls sitting across the aisle from David: a blonde, sitting next to the aisle, and a brunette, sitting next to the window. Both were attractive, but so were a good many of David’s classmates. David alternated between watching the two girls and looking out his own window; there wasn't much else he could see from where he was sitting. About two-thirds of the way through the ride, while David was looking out the window, he heard a gasp and turned just in time to see the brunette plunge both hands tightly between her legs. The blonde was giggling. "I can't believe you would watersucker me in public!" the brunette exclaimed, quietly but clearly horrified. Watersucker? David thought, confused. He had never heard that term before. "We're almost home," the blonde replied. "Anyway, you got me while we were out hiking." "There was no one else around." "So it's the other people that bother you? The seat backs are too high for anyone to see you without standing up." The brunette looked around, then pointed at David. "He can see," she said. "All right, one person." "You know I'm going to get you back for this." "I'm sure you will," the blonde retorted. "In the meantime, though . . ." she started to tickle the brunette's sides. "Oh my god, stop. Stop. I have to pee." "That's the point." They stopped talking at that point. The blonde continued to giggle and tickle the brunette, who tried to squirm away from the blonde’s fingers while continuing to hold herself tightly with both hands. David, his mouth open slightly, could not take his eyes off of them. The brunette tried to glare angrily at the blonde a few times, but then she would crack up from the tickling, squeeze her vulva with the hands holding it, and then concentrate her efforts on trying to getting away from the tickling while, apparently, struggling not to wet her pants. After awhile she started squeezing herself repeatedly even while trying to avoid being tickled, and then she gave on the dodging attempts, crossed one leg over the other, and tensed her thighs briefly. David’s mouth had gone dry. He closed it and swallowed, then opened it again. “Aww,” the blonde started to tease, “do you have to go pee pee? Are you going to wet your pants like a little kid? Are you going to have an embarrassing accident on a crowded school bus?” She was smiling broadly. “I hate you,” the brunette said flatly. They were speaking quietly, presumably so as not to attract the attention of the entire school bus, but David was still able to hear what they said if he listened properly. The brunette tensed her thighs again. The bus stopped. David started; he had forgotten that he was on a moving vehicle. The blonde looked out the girls’ window and said, “Oh, here we are.” She turned to face the aisle and slowly slid out of the seat. As she slowly stood up, she looked at David. David half hoped, half dreaded that she would say something to him. She did not. She merely looked at him for a few moments, her expression showing nothing more than passing curiosity, and then turned and started walking toward the door to the bus, which the driver had opened. The brunette was now sitting at the edge of the seat that the girls had shared, her legs still crossed and her hands still between them. She, too, looked at David, and her expression showed exasperation, as well as the understandable panic of being about to pee in her pants. The exasperation, however, was not directed at David. She did say something to David: “I’m going to get her back for this.” The way she said it, David believed her, although he was still kind of confused about what was going on. The brunette then uncrossed her legs and slowly got up, still holding her vulva tightly. David suspected that her slowness was for an entirely different reason than that of the blonde. The two girls made their way out of the bus, the blonde still moving with what David assumed was deliberate slowness, the brunette pee pee dancing furiously and urging her companion to hurry up. Once they made it to the sidewalk, the blonde resumed tickling the brunette’s sides. The bus door closed and the bus started moving again. David watched the two girls out the window. The brunette was bent forward, her hands still between her legs, hobbling along the sidewalk, stopping frequently to squeeze her thighs together, while the blonde tailgated her and tickled her constantly. David continued to watch them until the bus turned a corner and they were out of sight. When David’s mother got home later that day, David asked her, “Mom, what does ‘watersucker’ mean?” His mother looked at him uncertainly. “Watersucker? Something that sucks up water?” That didn’t make sense. But David didn’t feel comfortable discussing the circumstances under which he had heard the term used, so he said, “Never mind,” and went back to doing his homework.
  17. Hi guys, I have this idea for an omo game to be done in two. I mean, it's nothing incredibly original, it's just a variation of something you can find in other people's experience, but I just thought I could post it in case some of you would find it fun and try it. I have never tried it personally and presently I'm not in the condition of doing it, as my present gf doesn't know of my fetish. It has to be said that it requires a lot of time, since it develops during a full day. So maybe it can do as a holidays game. I had planned it together with my now ex gf, but we never performed it. In any case, here is what we had prepared: we had organized a full day to spend together. To be precise, we had decided to go to visit a cute town some tens of kilometers far from where we live. We had reserved a hotel room, so we would spend the night there. The choice of a place a bit far was not only a matter of tourism, but was also good in order to avoid the risk of having, in the worst case, embarrassing accidents in presence of people we know. When she would wake up, she could use the bathroom, so to get rid of her annoying and particularly aching morning pee, but from that moment on, she would have been strictly forbidden to use the bathroom again. We were meeting quite early to go to the town, in order to be there not later then 10 pm. After having taken our room, we would have left and do some tourism and shopping or whatever, in the town. We would have spent the whole day out, and would not return to the hotel room before 7 pm (providing there were no accidents or inconvenients :P). During the day she would have not been demanded to drink much water, apart from at lunch (that we would have had in some restaurant), during which she would have had to drink an amount of water we never precisely established, but maybe half a liter could be ok. At lunch time, she should have already started to feel a little uncomfortable again. And drinking half a liter of water would have certainly make the situation much worse for her. And well for sure you have already understood where's the fun in it. She would have been out, doing shopping and tourism, trying not to think about her increasingly aching bladder and struggling not to show her state of desperation, otherwise it would have been very embarrassing because she would have always been among people, in shops or squares or streets. It is necessary to know the bladder capacity of your funmate, because the appropriate amount of water to drink at lunch must be chosen. It doesn't have to be a lot, because in that case she/he will get totally desperate in one or two hours. The desperation should grow very slowly, during a whole day, at the end of which she/he should be bursting for sure. During the day, I would have periodically checked her panties, in some appropriate place with no people around, like public restrooms, to make sure they're totally dry. If even just a little stain of pee would be present even just a drop, then a punishment would come. Temporarily, we had established it would be just to have to drink some more water, like 3 sips or a glass or something like that, but here fantasy is an ally, so better ideas could be applied (I don't know, what about demanding her to keep her jeans belt very tight?). At 7 pm, or earlier if she would have started being REALLY VERY desperate, we would have headed back to the hotel. At this point, there are 3 options: - she/he could be teased, tickled, her bladder pushed with a finger, (and/or anything else you could invent to stimulate her/him to pee), and demanded not to pee despite of that cruel treatment. Then, if she passes the test, she is allowed to use the bathroom and fun can follow; - she can keep being not allowed to use the bathroom, until she just loses control and wets herself (yes, that could be a problem if the game is set in a hotel room :/) - a fusion of the two previous options, with the teasing that goes on until she/he loses control. The point was having a normal day, doing normal things, like shopping and tourism, watching a movie in the hotel room, etc, with only the restriction for her to not to be allowed to pee and the great fun, for me to observe her desperation grow, and do all in my power to increase her discomfort. What do you think of it? :) I think I and she like hardcore gaming, both as regards the difficulty (it's not an easy challenge what we have designed) and as regards perversion. According to the person's holding skill, the plan can undergo some modifies, for example, for people very good at holding, the bathroom denial could start from the very morning, without even allowing the first morning pee. Or the amount of water to accompany the lunch can be changed. We're quite good holders and like extreme situations so we decided for half a liter. I'll probably never experiment such a fun (at least in my opinion) game! :/ But if some of you tries it, write the story :)
  18. As the Arabic numeral in the Topic Title suggests, this will be the second of the series of fictions I hope to write about Tua. This one happens to continue the first story --- but I can't guarantee that the coming Tua-stories will be told in a strict chronological order. Probably not. I have a reason why I've lately begun to write fictions instead of stories about my own experiences. If you're interested, you can read about it in the preamble to my first Tua-story. Let me just say, that it is still a lot of me and my own experiences in the stories. But you'll never know when it's my own experience or made-up. Or a little of each... Other Tua stories: https://omorashi.org/topic/14296-tua-a-naughty-little-panty-wetter-seduces-her-foster-mother/ ********************* While Mary continued to prepare breakfast for the three of them, Tua went up to her room to dress for school. When she returned downstairs she came across Mary, who was fetching a towel from the hall cupboard. "Oh, Mary, by the way," Tua said, "I hope you don't mind, I've borrowed nylon stockings and a garter belt from you! Look! Don't I look sexy? It's the first time I'm wearing nylon stockings..." And she pulled up her skirt to the waist. Mary stood speechless and stared at Tua, who exposed her girlishly rounded legs in chestnut-coloured nylon stockings held up by a laced light blue garterbelt with garters running up her pale thighs. Slightly in contrast with her ordinary pink cotton girl panties, which she also wore... With a proud air she took a glance at her vision in the hall mirror. "Ooops!" She exclaimed. "Jeez! I've got so excited by my own sexiness that my panties have got a wet spot on the crotch!" Finally had Mary found her tongue: "Stop talking rubbish, young thing! Breakfast is served, come on!" Reluctantly Tua pulled down her skirt and followed Mary to the kitchen. "Good morning, Tua!" John greeted from behind his paper. Tua returned his greeting and went to the cooker, where Mary served her tea. Still aroused Tua let the Evil One take possession of her. She looked behind her and noticed that John, sitting with his back against them, was still occupied by his paper. Then, standing beside Mary, holding her tea cup with one hand, she quickly sneaked her other hand in under the front-end of Mary's skirt . Before Mary had a chance to react, Tua had reached all the way up to the crotch of Mary's panties. Mary didn't know what she should do. Her primary thought was to not make John to notice them. So she didn't know better than to stand still and do nothing. Tua put down her tea cup and turned to Mary. She gave Mary a mischievous smile and began to caress her pussy outside her panties. With eager strokes she pushed her fingers into Mary's pussy. Mary squirmed. "Tua, stop it!" She whispered. "Why?" Tua whispered back. "I can feel that you like it. You're already getting soo very wet!" But in that moment they heard rustlings from John's paper. Quickly Tua drew back her hand from Mary's pussy. As quickly Mary pulled down her skirt and went to sit down at the table, opposite to John. She was careful to not sit on her skirt. She was very aware of that her panties were dripping wet. All sorts of thoughts whirled around in her head. She'd become so excited; as a fact she hadn't been far from getting an orgasm under Tua's eager fingers. The thought that she'd been so suggestible made her embarrassed. And today she couldn't blame her arousal on being drunk. She gave a profound sigh. John looked up from his paper. "What's up, Mary? Your face is all flushed!" "Is it?" She hesitated. "Oh, I was careless when I took the teapot from the cooker and got steam on my face." Nice rescue, Tua thought and giggled. She went and sat down beside Mary. She moved her chair close to Mary's, and cheekily she placed her right hand upon Mary's thigh. Mary reached down under the table and tried to move away Tua's hand. But Tua availed herself of the opportunity to drag Mary's hand over to her lap. With her other hand she pulled up her skirt and then she swiftly brought Mary's hand up between her parted thighs all the way up to her crotch. Mary tried to free her hand from Tua's grip, but it was firm, and Mary didn't dare to struggle too much, as she was afraid of drawing John's attention to what was going on. Helplessly she experienced how Tua brought her hand to caress her little step daughter's pussy upon her damp and warm panties. She felt Tua's poking clit throbbing against her fingers. Against her will her fingers began to nibble at the stiff clit. But when she noticed Tua beginning to pant, she got afraid, that John would notice them. Think if Tua orgasmed! She would probably scream. The thought scared her so much, that she managed to withdraw her hand, taking Tua by surprise. Quickly she rose from the table, not giving the young girl another opportunity. Having finished his breakfast (and his paper) John rose from the table, took his jacket and his briefcase and left for work. Tua gave Mary a mischievous smile. "As much as I wanted you to continue, I guess you made the right thing to stop it. I was so close to come, you know, and John would surely have noticed that! I guess you really don't want him to know, do you?" "Of course, I don't! And he won't. From now on there will be no more of this nonsense. You hear me?" Tua rose from the table and went up to Mary. She gave her a hug and a quick kiss. "Maybe!" She said. She took her rucksack with her schoolbooks and left the house. She led up her bike and rode away to school. Her sticky panties were clinging round her pussy, and she could feel the saddle now and then rubbing against her clit. She also felt a sensation of a rapidly growing desperation to pee. She recalled that she'd forgotten to pee this morning. She tried really hard to hold on, it would feel so embarrassing to arrive to school in pee-soaked panties. On top of the dampness from her pussy juices... At the same time the saddle rubbing her pussy made her more and more aroused, which wasn't at all propitious for her ability to hold back her pee. Suddenly she lost control and started to pee her panties. She stopped biking and straddling the bike with one foot on each side she completely peed herself. She'd at once hitched up her skirt to avoid wet stains on it, and now she was showing nylon stockings, garters and pink panties, through which her pee was really cascading onto the bikepath. Luckily there was nobody near her apart from two girls coming from a distance against her. She tried to stop peeing before they would come too much closer, but it was impossible. Instead a built-up, approaching major orgasm hit her body and made her give away a scream. Her whole body shook, her knees almost gave away and she had to lean against the handlebar. Her orgasm made her pee force her panties in splashes. While her orgasm ebbed out, the two meeting girls came closer. Passing Tua they looked fascinated at her and the big puddle between her feet. And she was a sight, where she stood leaning against her bike with her skirt around her hips, revealing the poor girl in her nylon stockings, garterbelt and panties, still dripping from her pee! "At least I don't know them!" she muttered to herself. Her first reaction after she'd wetted herself and orgasmed was to turn and get home again. But then she realized that she had an important math test, for which she'd put a big amount of studying. So she went on to school. When she arrived, she met Kate, one of her best friends. She took her aside and whispered: "Kate, I peed myself on my way to school! My panties are so soaked! What shall I do?" "Tua, you can't wear those panties all day! They'll smell awfully! You've better get rid of them. Let's go to the toilet, in there you can wash yourself too." They went to one of the girl's toilets. Kate locked the door behind them. Tua began to undress. "What a luck I managed to hitch up my skirt before it got wet", she said and stepped out of the skirt. Kate stared at her. "You're wearing nylon stockings and garterbelt! Oh, you look so sexy!" "They belong to my stepmother, I pinched them this morning! I'll better take them off as well so they won't get wet. Luckily I don't seem to have got any pee on them too." Kate sniffed in the air. "What's that smell? It's not just the smell of pee... It's something else... Right! It's pussy smell! I can feel it!" Tua blushed. "Nah, it's nothing...", she mumbled. Naked from the waist and down she began to wash her pussy. She was very careful, she rubbed the inside of her pussy thoroughly with soap putting her fingers deep inside. Looking at her Kate felt twitches in her lower abdomen. Then she realized that they hadn't much time before their first lesson. "Hurry up, you horny minx!" Tua put on the nylon stockings and the garterbelt again, but threw the soaked panties in the wastebasket. Having finished school, it was a very content Tua, that biked homewards. She was pretty confident that she'd done well on the math test, and was satisfied that she'd decided to continue to school after her wetting accident. And what a luck to have a good friend like Kate. She giggled. She'd noticed, that Kate hade become quite horny seeing Tua wearing nylon stockings and then when she washed her pussy! Tua continued her ride home. She felt the fresh wind sweeping around her bare pussy. When she stopped at the traffic light showing red, she touched the saddle with her hand and felt, that it was quite wet! When she came home she met her stepmother in the living room. "Oh, Mary, would you believe it! I had an accident on my way to school this morning! No, no, I'm not hurt, it was a wetting accident! At first I thought I'd better return home, but then I remembered the math test today so I went on. When I arrived, I met Kate and told her, that I'd peed myself. She convinced me that I shouldn't wear the soaked panties all day and took me to the toilet, where I washed my pussy. You should have seen Kate, when she noticed, that I had your nylon stockings and garterbelt on! Anyway, I threw my wet panties in the wastebasket. And what a luck I continued to school! The math test went really well! And Mary! You should really try to ride your bike without panties! It felt so nice to feel the wind caressing my pussy. Haha, the saddle got so wet! But not from pee this time..." "Hush, hush Tua, John is in the kitchen, I don't want him to hear such talk! But well done with the math test! I'm proud of you!" "B... but I didn't say anything about you and me... I just said I'd an accident. Oh, and that about the saddle..." "Anyway, those kind of things are not for your stepfather's ears, remember that!" "Promise, Mary, I'll be more careful! And I understand, that what you and I are doing, doesn't concern him!" "What you call 'you and I are doing' will never happen again! Do you understand that?" "Whatever...", Tua answered and went up to her room, by that ending their discussion.
  19. Meowth

    Female The Woods

    I remember an event that occurred roughly a year ago with my girlfriend. It was a cool day, so we decided to take a stroll in the woods. They were maybe half a mile from my house and several miles in length, so I knew we would be gone for awhile. It was technically considered trespassing, but that didn't deter us; in fact, we preferred it. Part of the appeal of the woods was the privacy. If we had to worry about other people bothering us, we would have avoided them all together. The law was never a problem; we considered it a blessing in disguise. When we got to the entrance, we climbed over the small hill that hid the main path. It was a wide, dirt path surrounded by trees. It had been a long time since it had seen use by anyone other than us (and maybe the occasional homeless person). People used to drive ATVs and dirt bikes through it, but for some reason it fell out of style. We made small talk as we trekked. The dirt beneath us felt and looked like sand, with its soft, shifty nature, and its almost white appearance. Occasionally, we would hear something in the bushes and we would grow deathly silent. She would always stiffen up in fear, but I always waited with curiosity. Whenever I was with her, my eyes would often drift. It was hard not admiring her body. Despite being a mostly fit white girl, she had very large breasts. She would often wear shirts and bras that accentuated them nicely, leaving her with a... rather generous amount of cleavage. I don't believe it was a deliberate attempt at being sexy, but it was that very innocence that made it as appealing as it was. It was maybe thirty minutes into the walk when she made a comment which caught my attention - or rather, demanded it. "I should have peed before we left." She didn't look at me when she said it. It was insignificant. "What's wrong? You gotta go?" "Yeah, a little bit, but I can hold it." We kept walking. I started to think about her need. I imagined her desperate and dancing. I thought of urine running down her legs; of her jeans getting soaked. I wondered if anything would come of it. There was no way of knowing if she had just said it or if she had truly meant it. Sometimes she would see something cute or nice, and with a quiet "Awwwww" or a quick gasp, she would rush up to it. Out of compulsion I would look at her behind. Once again, she had a very nice bottom for a white girl. It was big and worked well with her slightly wide thighs. I was never too picky, but something of her form was extremely appetizing. When she turned around to walk back, I would steal a glance at her legs. The small area right below the button of her jeans, where the legs met; it was impossible not to look for at least a moment. I loved to picture her undoing that button and sliding her jeans to the ground, showing me the color of her panties, and then revealing her entire being. Another ten minutes went by before the topic was breached again. "Ohhhh, I gotta pee." As she complained, she bounced lightly up and down, her legs closed tight. At this point I knew that she was serious. She could still make it; actually, she would most likely make it. Still, it fueled my imagination - as well as my hopes. Needless to say, I was infatuated with her, but not just physically. There were plenty of women whom I found attractive, but she was one of the few I could truly connect with. We could have long, deep conversations. It didn't matter if we agree or disagreed; all that mattered was that we could comfortably talk. Another 15 minutes went by. "Oh man..." Her hand stroked her leg for a moment. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "... It's only been 45 minutes. I can't believe you have to go this bad already." "It's been longer than that... I told you I didn't use the toilet before we left." She gave me a fake, teasing frown. "You don't want to turn back, do you?" "... No, no, I'll be fine!" She also had beautiful hair. It was smooth and silky, golden blond, and went past her shoulders in length. I loved to run my fingers through it as she relaxed; or just to stare at it - wet and matted down - when she left the shower. Ten minutes passed before she spoke again. I suppose she had initially stayed silent out of the shame, but the urge had grown to be too much to bear alone. "Crap... I've gotta gooooo!" Her hand started to gravitate to the small area below the button of her jeans that I found so attractive. She had started to hold herself. She couldn't possibly last much longer. My imagination grew more fervent and restless. "You look like you're in a bit of a situation," I teased. "Yes! I have to pee!" She stopped and bounced up and down like she had before, but it meant so much more with both hands buried in her crotch. She was only a few inches shorter than me. She wasn't as petite as most girls, but she wasn't tall either. In my eyes, it was a perfect mix. Another 10 minutes went by until when we reached the end of the woods; or rather, the end of the circuit. They looped around, and all we had to do to head back was keep following the path. "I dunno if I'm gonna make it." "Oh, come on, it can't be that bad," I teased. "It is!" She whined. "I don't think I can make it home." Her words left me aroused. Finally, it was almost guaranteed that she would have an accident. That was unless she did one thing... "I think I might have to pee out here." "Wow, really? You never pee outside." "Yeah, and I usually don't have to go this bad." "I dunno, I've seen you pretty bad-off before." "That was differeeeeent!" She bounced. "I feel like I'm gonna explode!" "Well, look, we're already half-way through. You held it this far, I'm sure you can make it back." "But I can't! I've really, REALLY gotta go." She was teasing me. "Hmm... how about this: you hold it until we get home and I'll take you out?" "... So you want me to risk wetting myself so we can go on a date?" "Well, when you put it like that..." I laughed. "And if I don't make it?" Her tone was strained, but I could tell by the words she was playing along. "I'll still take you out. The only condition is that you TRY." "Ohhhhhhhhh," She leaned over and grabbed herself. "Alright, fine." She was the best. Her desperation started off quiet. She didn't talk much and she had started to walk slowly. Every once in awhile she would mutter something about needing to go or about how she was about to wet herself, but that was the extent of it. Soon enough, though, she grew more livid. I no longer had to slow down for her, and at times, she would be so far ahead she'd have to stop and wait. "Hurry up!" She bounced. "I'm coming. Christ, you've gotta slow down." "I can't or I'm not gonna make it!" With each step her hips swayed widely and quickly. I enjoyed watching her butt go back and forth, her legs mashed together, trying to contain the torrent of pee that begged for release. Suddenly, she stopped. Her hands gripped tight on her crotch and she was slightly bent over, as if the urge had become unbearable. "What's wrong?" I looked at her, concerned. "... I think I went a little." "Oh, you did? Do you... mind if I see?" "I don't think it was enough to get through my panties, and... If I spread my legs... I'll go." Her cheeks were glowing red. "... Can you still walk?" "I think." She waddled a few steps forward before going into a slow, conserved walk. Only a minute went by before she stopped again. She gasped and stood, legs together, hands mashed in-between. She was in front of me, her amazing butt held tight in her pale jeans, pointed at me. "Crap, I leaked again..." Before I could respond, I was interrupted by another gasp and a quick, loud hiss. "Shit." I saw a small line of saturation extend from her crotch, half way down her leg. There was a moment of silence where we both stood still, not sure of what to do. Soon, the hissing started again, except this time, it didn't stop. She stood there, her legs together, pee pouring out of her, completely unable to stop it. "O-oh... fuck..." Her voice started incredibly strained, but resolved in relief. The back of her jeans was flood by a sudden downpour of liquid. They glimmered in the sunlight as urine steadily crawled higher and higher in her panties, leaving her butt soaked as well. As the puddle on the ground got larger, the hissing got quieter. An image of her panties ran through my mind. I imagined they were her black, lacy ones - bikini-style and no doubt soaked - but they may have been her red ones, stripped ones, or even her printed ones. It didn't matter. I could see them all in my head, tight and dripping, clinging to her glistening body. Moments before the stream came to an end, she spread her legs. I watched as the liquid continued to run through the jeans. All in all, it was a quick experience, but to me, it felt like a thousand lifetimes. When she stopped, she turned around and sighed heavily. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and her hands were shaking lightly. "Oh my God..." She said it almost dreamily. "That felt so fucking good..."