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Amateur Pees Out In Public

Friday, December 18th, 2009

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Check out these photos of a naughty redhead amateur peeing right out in the open. There’s hundreds of bathrooms in the near by offices, but she has a pee fetish. She likes to be watched when she pees and she likes to pee in public. It all started one time when she was at the park with her friends. She went into the woods with her friends and noticed the friend watching her pee. It really turned her on. Since, then she’s been peeing in more and more public places, where even strangers watch her pee.

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Wild Teen Pees Into A Bowl

Saturday, December 5th, 2009

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Check out these video clips of a teen hottie peeing in a bowl. She’s so hot with her girl next door looks, perky tits and tight body. The fact that she has a pissing fetish is just a bonus. It’s so hot to watch her peeing in the bowl. The best part is that she likes being watched when she’s pissing. Something about it really turns her on. she’s always been an exhibitionist that loves to show off her body, but the peeing fetish started by accident when one of her ex-boyfriends walked in on her while she was peeing.

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Our Favorite Sports Are Watersports

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

The three-day shoot for the lingerie catalog had been completed, and Monica was able to take the day off and do some shopping in Beverly Hills and Hollywood. Life as a young lingerie model had been good to her, and Monica’s success at it had enabled her to buy a small but very cozy beach cottage in Malibu. Everyday she thanked the gods for that perfect body of hers, for those stunning good looks.



She let herself into her cottage, dressed in a perfectly fitted pair of French jeans she had purchased that afternoon, topped by a lovely Italian silk top. Home now, she put down her bags and relaxed a moment. Then she began to undress, pulling off the new jeans, lifting off the top. The frilly half-bra and the bikini panties were leftovers from the last lingerie job, two very sexy French numbers. Monica admired herself a moment in a full-length mirror. Yes, her tall, slender, well-toned body, topped with a surprisingly full pair of breasts, certainly did to justice to the sexy undergarments!



Now she unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She was glad to have gotten away to that Mexican topless beach for a few days earlier that month where she was able to let her titties acquire the same deep golden glow as the rest of her body.



Then she pulled off her panties, revealing a bottom that was as tan as her top. And revealing too the surprisingly lush and dense tangle of curls between her legs, covering her pussy. Some women, especially models, liked to shave down there, or at least to keep it very trim. Not Monica. She shaved only to the panty line. But otherwise she liked to have a luxuriant growth cap her mound. Plus, her lover Cherise happened to very turned on by Monica’s thick, golden shag.



Monica smiled to herself as she thought of what was next. On the slow Pacific Coast Highway crawl back to her beach cottage Monica had consumed a full liter bottle of French mineral water, and part of a second. Her bladder was feeling pleasantly full. Now she went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and retrieved yet another liter bottle. She poured herself a big glass and gulped it down. Yes, full. Very, very, very delightfully full indeed! Her eyes suddenly went bright and her lips curled in a sly smile. She had an idea. Suddenly, she knew just what she wanted to do next. And so now Monica put her panties and jeans back on, but left her top bare. She grabbed the bottle and a glass and went out on the porch, stretching out on a deck chair as she poured herself another big glass of the fizzy mineral water.



Soon she had completely downed the bottle. Now Monica was feeling it. Not just full, but utterly, profoundly bloated! She had to go! She had to go real, real bad! Monica loved this moment, her bladder to the bursting point, squirming, desperately holding it in. Often this was out of necessity; she’d be driving or in public and far from a toilet. But now, here, the toilet was only a few feet away and this time Monica was holding it in for the sheer, pure pleasure of it. She was about to indulge in a very, very special and very private fetish, one she indulged in occasionally. It was one of her two secret vices. When she could finally bear it no longer, when the urge to relieve herself, to finally piss became overwhelming, Monica was not going to rush to the bathroom. No, she would stay right where she was, stretched out on her deck chair and sunning her perfect breasts while she pissed in her jeans! 

”Oh God! Oh God! Now!” she groaned to herself, as suddenly, she let go. Instantly she could feel the warm wetness between her legs, then soon down her thighs, her legs, soaking the seat of her new jeans. She looked down at the wet stain quickly spreading as she urinated. She was so full and her flow was so strong that she was pissing a stream right through her panties and jeans, and she could hear it splash against the concrete floor.



“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she moaned, cupping the crotch of her jeans, utterly soaked.



Finally, after what seemed like endless minutes, her flow slowed to a trickle. She stood now and went back inside, straight to a full-length mirror. 

She admitted that all models are narcissists, she no less than any other. And so now she stared at her own image almost lovingly, deeply aroused by the view. Above the waist, her supple, naked, bronzed torso, and below, her brand new French jeans, except they were wet now, utterly soaked. The crotch, the inside of her pant legs, the entire seat when she turned and looked over her shoulder, were drenched with piss.



She loved the way it looked, and she craved the way the wet, warm fabric felt clinging to her smooth skin. Slowly she pulled down her wet jeans, then the soaked panties, bringing them up to her nose to savor the scent, to feel the warm dampness against her cheeks, her lips. Yes, Monica loved that sensation of being full until she could stand it no longer and then relieving herself. Especially now, when she relieved herself while clothed, not letting her piss escape freely into the toilet bowl, abandoning her. But trapping the copious urinary flow in her garments, feeling it wet against her for many delicious minutes.



Naked again, Monica set the wet panties and jeans aside and thought now about her other secret vice. This too was about being bloated with liquid until she could stand it no longer, and then, finally, relieving herself. Except this time the liquid was to be introduced into her sleek body from the other end. No, this liquid she would not drink. And this water would not come from a refrigerated bottle. No, it would be soothingly warm and come from the bathroom tap. This water would be introduced in the form of an enema!



Now Monica reached into the bottom drawer of her dresser, under a pile of sweaters, and retrieved a plastic bag. Taking a deep, excited breath she pulled out of that bag the instrument of her second secret fetish, an enema kit.



She stared at it a moment, knowing that a secret, somewhat depraved and profoundly intense excitement was imminent. For some reason, maybe it was the enemas an attractive aunt had administered to her when she was young, administered and forced her to retain while locked in a closet, Monica was deeply, deeply aroused by giving herself enemas while she fantasized and masturbated.



Now she headed to the bathroom with the enema bag and a parcel she had brought back home with her from her shopping trip that afternoon.



First she made sure to clamp the hose of the bag, then she turned on the tap, adjusting the water temperature until it was just right. Finally she filled the bag to the brim with water. She knew it held just over two quarts and hung it from a shower hook.



Now she reached into the parcel and pulled out a big red enema nozzle she had purchased earlier at an adult toy store that catered to lesbians, and was about to use it for the first time. She was so excited that her fingers were trembling slightly. She attached the nozzle to the end of enema bag’s hose. Enema kits normally come with a thin nozzle, one that does the job. But this special nozzle was imported from Germany, where, Monica had heard, enema sex is said to be big. It was much larger and thicker than a standard nozzle. Just the sight of it had thrilled Monica when she saw it down at the store and purchased it.



She removed the bath mat off the rim of the tub and placed it on the floor, then opened her medicine cabinet and reached for a jar of petroleum jelly. Breathing deeply now, her excitement rapidly mounting, Monica dug a finger into the Vaseline and, getting down on her knees, she reached back and worked a big dab of the petroleum jelly into the crack of her ass, rubbing it in there, lubricating her asshole, working a stiff finger inside to get some of the grease in deeper. She loved preparing herself like this, lubricating and fingering her ass. Again, maybe it was those early experience’s with her aunt and her aunt’s nozzles, but Monica was fixated on anal pleasuring and as long as she had been masturbating, which though she was just twenty-one now, had been for many years. Monica liked to play with her anus as well as her pussy whenever she sought pleasure with her own fingers.

 



At that moment a BMW pulled up to the cottage. It was Monica’s lover, Cherise, a tall, stunning black beauty. Like Monica, Cherise had worked as a lingerie model, but had moved on to men’s magazine work, making more money by shedding the lingerie and revealing her sleek, dark, sinuous body for all to see. Little did all those men who stared at her luscious body in magazine layouts, stiff cocks in hand, realize that Cherise had little interest in men. It was pussy, rather than cock, that intrigued her.


Cherise led herself into the cottage, thinking no one was home. Monica had parked the car a little way down the street when she had come home and found her driveway partly blocked. So Cherise hadn’t seen Monica’s car. And Monica wasn’t expecting her. Cherise, in fact, had told her she wouldn’t be back from a late shoot until around Midnight. But a power failure at the photo studio brought that day’s shoot to a sudden halt. So now Cherise was home.



Meanwhile, Monica, oblivious to her lover’s unexpected arrival, was down on her knees on the bath mat, reaching back between her cheeks, nozzle in hand. Taking another deep breath, she slid the nozzle into her anus and released the clamp, letting out a sigh as she felt the warm water rush in and begin to fill her. For Monica this was one of life’s sublime moments, and she closed her eyes now to savor it.



At that very moment Cherise turned a corner, heading towards the bathroom.



The bathroom door was open and as Cherise peered inside. She was met by quite a sight. There was her lover, moaning and groaning, down on her knees taking an enema, her fingers buried between her legs as she masturbated in a frenzy of excitement, completely oblivious to Cherise standing in the doorway, watching.



“Monica, whatever are you doing down there?”



A shocked, stunned Monica gasped, whipping her head around to see Cherise watching her. Her face instantly reddened with humiliation at being caught in such a compromising position. Cherise was rather stunned herself, but the sight of her lithe, striking lover down on her knees naked, with a nozzle stuck up her behind, was strangely arousing. And the pink blush of Monica’s embarrassment at having been caught like this only added to the allure.



“I… I… I… was giving myself an enema,” Monica mumbled in a shaky voice.



“While playing with your pussy?” Cherise smirked wickedly.



That only made Monica blush a deeper shade of pink as she now clamped the enema hose and pulled the nozzle out of her ass, turning around on her knees, and throwing her hands over her face



“Oh God Cherise, I feel so, so embarrassed. I didn’t think you’d be home this early.” 

Cherise knelt down by her lover and pulled Monica’s hands away from her face, lifting her face and kissing her tenderly.



“It’s okay, babe. If playing with pussy while giving yourself an enema is something that excites you, there’s nothing wrong with that.”


Monica’s eyes suddenly glowed as she heard Cherise reassure her like this.



“Really, Cherise? Really? You don’t think it’s too kinky?”



Cherise stroked Monica’s silky, blonde hair.



“Hell, it may be kinky. But kinky can be fun, right?”



Monica laughed, thinking that she and Cherise had tried what others might think of as kinky play, spanking each other, using all sorts of toys, especially inside one another’s bottoms, even pissing on each other and tasting each other’s pee.



Now Monica brought Cherise’s lips close to give her a loving, passionate kiss.



“I’m glad you understand.”



Monica hesitated saying something else.


“What? Tell me?” Cherise said, sensing her hesitation.



“Maybe– maybe you’d like to help me– help me do it? Help me to give myself an enema?” 



Though she may never have thought of it herself, Cherise instantly loved the idea. 



“Sure, babe. I’d be glad to help. Why don’t you turn around like you were.”



Monica turned around and offered her firm, pretty, perfect bottom to her lover as Cherise reached down to caress and kiss the smooth buttocks.



“Ahhhhhh! Yes!!!!” Monica sighed, always loving any attention paid to her rear end, especially the attention of her foxy, svelte black lover. Once Cherise convinced Monica to let a trusted photographer, a woman who took spread shots of Cherise for the men’s magazines, to photograph the two of them in soft-core poses, just for their own personal enjoyment. Monica had become particularly enchanted with one image, an image of Cherise stretching her long, mahogany fingers over the smooth pale surface of Monica’s pale buttocks, spreading those buttocks apart so that Monica’s puckered anus was revealed as Cherise stared at it, licking her lips. Monica had masturbated many times to that deeply exciting image.



Now Cherise spread apart Monica’s cheeks to see her hole slick with lubricant. She probably didn’t need any more, but Cherise could not resist adding just a bit more petroleum jelly to her lover’s aroused and exposed asshole. And Monica, retaining the portion of the enema she had already given herself, loved to feel her lover’s fingers digging into her bottom, knowing that bottom was already partially filled with warm water.



“Oh Cherise,” Monica gasped. “I always love it when you finger my little asshole like that. I should have known that my enema fetish was something I could share with you.”



“Yeah, that’s right,” Cherise said. “You know how I can’t keep my fingers away from your foxy little butt, babe. Knowing that you want to stick things up that tight butt of yours while you’re all by yourself really makes me excited.”



Hearing those words thrilled Monica.



“But now it’s me that’s going to stick something up there!” Cherise said, grabbing hold of the nozzle with a wicked grin on her face, waving the nozzle provocatively in front of Monica’s face.



“What would you like me to do with this?” Cherise purred sexily.

“Oh Cherise, you’re going to make me say it. You love to hear me to talk dirty, don’t you?” Monica said. Though she was a total sex freak, when Cherise first met Monica, Monica, like a lot of women, still had a rough time talking bluntly about sexual things. And Cherise had been determined to change all that. Which she managed. 



“What should I do with this nozzle? Tell me, Monica. Say it.” 



“Well, why don’t you start off by sticking it up my shithole!” Monica hissed, her eyes blazing with excitement, her face brightening with a lewd smile.



“You want it up your shit-hole?” Cherise whispered in an innocent voice.



“Yeah, stick it in my shit-hole, shove it up my ass!” Monica just about barked. “Shove it up there, then release the clamp and just let it flow!”



Her lips curling up in a lewd, wicked smile, Cherise did just that. Even though she’d never before handled enema equipment, it didn’t take much to figure out how to release the clamp… and what would happen then.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Monica sighed softly as she felt the warm water resume its flow into her already somewhat bloated rectum.



“You really like it, don’t you? Taking an enema?” Cherise asked.



“I love it!” Monica gasped, turning her neck to look back at Cherise.



“It feels good, huh?” Cherise said, working the nozzle in and out of her lover’s anus.



“It feels incredible! Give it to me!” an excited Monica hissed, pushing her bottom back against the nozzle, looking up to watch the bag as its contents emptied into her bowels.



“From now on, any time you feel like an enema, you don’t have to keep it a secret,” Cherise said. “You just let me know and I’ll be glad to help out.”



“Oh Cherise!” a happy Monica said, looking back at her lover, her face glowing with contentment. “I’m so glad you feel that way. That you don’t think it’s too weird.”



“Weird? I think you look so sexy with a big nozzle between your buns.”

 



“Do you, do you really? I’m so glad it turns you on.”



“It sure does. And it would turn me on even more if you kept playing with yourself the way you were when I walked in on you. I want to watch you beat off while I give you an enema,” Cherise told Monica.

Though they enjoyed torrid sex with each other nearly every night, and often once or twice during the day as well, these two turbo-charged sex freaks liked something else. When they first met they admitted to each other they were masturbation junkies, they liked to beat off all the time. And that each had a voyeuristic and an exhibitionistic streak. One of the things they loved to do most was watch each other play with herself and climax like that. Cherise, especially, loved to see Monica’s long, slender fingers disappear into the dense tangle of her bush down there. So now Monica was happy to bring a hand between her legs and start strumming her clit again as Cherise worked the nozzle in and out.

“Oooooh, yeah!” Monica panted. “Stick it in me, twist it around.”

Monica quickly realized how she loved not having to hold the nozzle in place herself, to have her lover work it in there for her. Plus, this new nozzle was a nozzle you could really feel inside you.

“This nozzle’s pretty big, pretty thick,” Cherise said. Though she hadn’t had any experiences with enemas herself, she had seen enema kits in sex stores, with their standard nozzles, but had never seen an oversized nozzle like this one.

“Yeah, you know how I like it nice and big and thick back there,” Monica said with a sassy smile, looking over her shoulder at Cherise.

If there was one thing Monica loved it was to have her sleek, foxy black lover strap on a big dildo, one the same chocolate-brown hue as her own skin, and to fuck her hard and deep up the ass with it and having Cherise bark things like; ‘I’m going to ram my big black dick up your tight white ass’ while she took it from Cherise, hard and deep. Now and then Monica would strap on one of her own and fuck Cherise’s ass too. Cherise was another one who loved taking one deep in her bottom.



“Maybe later I’ll stick something else that’s nice and big up there, huh?” Cherise said, “something a lot bigger than this nozzle.”



“You promise?” Monica cooed sexily, pushing her bottom back at Cherise.



“First a good flushing, then a good fucking, okay?”



“Sounds like a plan!” Monica cheered enthusiastically.



Both looked up at the bag now to see it was emptying out.



“Oh babe, I was so bad to hide this from you, doing it all by myself when you weren’t home,” Monica purred provocatively as Cherise took up the familiar cue.



“Yes, you were. You were very bad.”

Monica gave Cherise a coy, sexy look.”

Show me, show me just how bad I was!”

Cherise knew just what was up, embarking on one of their favorite fantasies as she brought the flat of her hand down sharply on Monica’s smooth, perfect buns and began to spank her.

“Uh huh! Spank me! Spank my naughty, nasty ass!” Monica shrieked. “I’ve been so, so bad, giving myself enemas behind your back.”



Cherise indulge giving her lover one of her solid, patented spankings while the enema continued to flow inside. Monica was groaning and gasping in kinky revelry, whipping up a froth between her legs.

“Oh God, I think I’m in heaven!” Monica cried, rubbing her clit raw.

After another minute of this Cherise looked up to see that the bag was empty and Monica could feel the enema was no longer flowing inside her.

“Looks like you’ve taken it all, every last drop.”
“Sure seems that way, I feel so fuckin’ full!”

Cherise slowly pulled the nozzle out of her lover’s ass, gazing at her little jewel of a puckered asshole, a jewel she especially adored, looking so good nesting between those deeply tanned, perky buttocks. Tonight that asshole had served as an entryway for a couple of quarts of warm water. Next it would serve as an exit for those same quarts, now bloating Monica’s bowels.

What Monica liked to do after she gave herself an enema was to hold it in as long as possible. She liked the feeling when she began to get cramps, the growing discomfort mixed with the certainly that delicious relief would soon follow.

“What now? Ready to go?” Cherise asked, uncertain about the routine.



“I like to hold it in a while,” Monica told her. “Maybe you can help. Go get a butt plug and stick it in my ass, okay?”



That’s what Monica would do to herself sometimes when she gave herself an enema, jam a butt plug in there after she was full, ‘forcing’ herself to hold it in.



Big smile on her face and ready for whatever was next, Cherise got the butt plug out of the cabinet, greased it up, and slid it right up Monica’s ass. This is something she did all the time, since one thing Monica just adored was having a butt plug in her ass while her pussy was being eaten. 



“Now spank me some more!” Monica begged as Cherise gladly obliged.

Monica craved the mix of internal fullness and the sharp sting of her lover’s strong hand coming down on her buns until, finally, she felt she was close to her limit.



“I better go now,” Monica gasped, turning to looking back at Cherise who just kept tenderizing her bottom. Monica was now breaking out in a sweat.

“Just a little more,” Cherise said wickedly, catching on that forcing Monica to retain her enema was part of the excitement. She kept up the spanking for another minute until she pulled away, letting Monica stand on wobbly, unsteady legs. And now Cherise couldn’t help noticing that Monica, who normally had an athletically-toned, flat washboard stomach, looked as though she could’ve been a few months pregnant.

She realized it was the enema that was bloating her like that, making her stomach suddenly seem so appealingly rounded.



“Let me pull it out, “Cherise said, reaching between Monica’s buttocks to unplug her bottom. Unplugged now, Monica immediately rushed to the toilet. Neither was particularly modest and it was second nature for them to piss and shit in one another’s presence. But never before had Monica expelled an enema with someone watching and never before had Cherise been witness to such an expulsion. That gave Monica, always an eager exhibitionist, an idea. She held it in another few moments as she lifted herself off the toilet seat and turned around before lowering her bottom back down, that bottom now facing Cherise and in sight, rather than out of view. Not only that, but Monica reached back to hold herself open, vividly exposing her anus.

“Here goes,” she said, as suddenly the enema rushed out of her in a torrent, Cherise’s jaw dropping in stunned amazement as she saw her gorgeous young lover expel the big enema.

“Oh man, I don’t know why, but that just looks so sexy,” Cherise said, unable to keep her eyes off the explosive cascade.

“Glad you think so,” Monica said, eager to show off, knowing how obscenely lewd all this was. She was amazed. When Cherise had walked in on her and surprised her, Monica had felt so embarrassed to be exposed taking an enema. And now here she was brazenly showing off as she relieved herself and expelled it.

Finally, after a few false starts and stops, the enema was expelled to the last drop. Now Monica reached over to clump up some toilet paper.

“Let me,” Cherise said, grabbing Monica’s wrist, taking the toilet paper from her. “Let me wipe that pretty little bottom of yours.”

“Sure, go ahead, wipe my ass, wipe off my shit-hole” Monica giggled, sticking out her bottom provocatively as Cherise worked the toilet paper between her buns and wiped her. 



“Nice and flushed,” Cherise said as Monica stood and the two laughed.

“Feels so good too,” Monica cooed.
“How about now I strap on a nice big one and fuck that flushed-out butt hole of yours?” Cherise said, standing up, whispering huskily into Monica’s ear.

“I’d love that,” Monica said, turning around to face Cherise.

“But first how about something else. How about first I give you an enema?” 



Cherise was a little taken aback. Monica had given herself dozens and dozens of enemas, but Cherise would be a newcomer to the vice. Though after the excitement of administering an enema to Monica, it didn’t take Cherise more than a moment to agree enthusiastically to the suggestion.



“Sure, give me one, I’d love to try it,” Cherise said as, without any delay, “but before anything else I’ve got to pee something awful. I’ve needed to go since I got in my car an hour ago. I don’t know why I waited.”

Cherise was about to unbuckle her jeans and plant her lovely rump on the toilet seat when Monica stopped her.

“I got a better idea,” Monica said with a provocative smile.
“What could that be?”

“See that?” Monica said, pointing to the pile of piss-soaked panties and jeans, deciding then and there that since Cherise just learned about her enema fetish, she might as well know all about Monica’s other wet vice.

“I needed to piss too when I got home, needed to real, real bad. So I decided to piss in my jeans. Sometimes I like to do that; it really turns me on. Want to try it, Cherise? I’d love to watch you soak yourself.”



It’s not like this was utterly shocking. The two of them enjoyed wet piss games and once in a while let it all about and pissed on each other.



“Sure, baby,” Cherise said, giving her lover a kiss on the lips, smiling lovingly.

“I’ll piss in my jeans; I’ll soak myself for you.”
Cherise stood there brazenly, hands on her hips, feet wide apart.
“Oh yesss, I need to go so, so bad,” Cherise moaned playfully as Monica’s eyes were glued to the crotch of her jeans, a pair of light-colored and very faded denims.



“Shit! Look at that!” Monica gasped excitedly as, suddenly, she watched the dark stain spread from Cherise’s crotch, down her thighs and legs.

“I’m making myself all wet for you, sugar,” Cherise purred as she kept peeing.



“I’ll say!” Monica gleefully hissed as she walked around to check out Cherise from behind, seeing how the seat of her skin-tight jeans was now all drenched with urine as well. Cherise had taken off her shoes when she got into the house and now was barefoot. Urine was cascading down her legs and forming a little puddle by her feet. 

Naked, Monica pressed herself against Cherise, playfully humping her butt, feeling the wet, warm fabric against her bare skin. And with a hand she reached around and cupped Cherise’s crotch. It was utterly drenched as Cherise kept pissing, making Monica’s hand very wet. Monica could actually feel the flow through the denim fabric and it excited her immensely, to be cupping Cherise’s panty and jean-clad crotch as she pissed.

“I think that’s about it,” Cherise whispered with a sexy smile.



Now Monica stood back to gaze at her lover. She looked as provocative as Monica herself had earlier, her jeans soaked. Monica had Cherise step aside, then threw a towel down on the floor to soak up the puddle of her lover’s urine.

“Okay, let’s get these off you,” Monica said, unbuckling and unzipping Cherise’s jeans, then slowly sliding them off. Naturally, the tight, soaked fabric clung to her skin and needed to be dragged off. She pulled off one leg, then the other. Now Cherise stood there in drenched panties. Like Monica’s they were a skimpy cotton brief, once dry and white, but now drenched and a pale yellow. Monica took a minute to take in the stunning, alluring sight of her chocolate-hued lover standing there clad only in a pair of piss-soaked panties.

“Now let’s get these off you,” Monica said, sliding the panties off Cherise, bringing them up to her face to savor, as she had her own. Then letting Cherise sniff and feel her wetness against her own cheeks.



“We are freaky, aren’t we?” Cherise cackled, and Monica laughed too.



Now, as Monica stood back, her favorite sight in the whole wide world was staring her in the face — her stunningly beautiful lover, standing there in all her vivid, naked glory. Monica was obsessed with that amazing body of Cherise’s, mixing all the virtues of an ideal centerfold and a seasoned athlete. Tall like Monica, sleek and perfectly proportioned like her too, the big difference was that Cherise’s skin was a deep mahogany color. Monica had always fantasized about having a black lover, and in Cherise she had achieved perfection. Her skin was as smooth as satin, with this deep, wonderful, lustrous sheen Beautiful shoulders and breasts and a smoothly muscled torso led to a slender waist and then, below that, to the most amazingly alluring of bottoms. Cherise’s gorgeously dark, brown ass was like a temple of sublime perfection to Monica. The firm, springy buttocks, the skin as smooth and unblemished as a baby’s, And, more than anything, the rich, deep, mahogany hue of that magnificent bottom drove her crazy with lust. And to top it all off, this afternoon that luscious body, below the waist, was gleaming with wetness, the wetness of Cherise’s own piss. And that’s how she would remain. Cherise wouldn’t be wiped off as they proceeded to the next set of fun and games!



Now Monica dropped to her knees behind Cherise, staring at that stunning bottom, now more provocative than ever in its wet state. Monica took hold of Cherise’s cheeks and held them open. Whenever she spread apart those luscious buttocks and stared at the dark, puckered hole, her heart always seemed to skip a beat. How she craved to lick and finger that hole! They’d kid each other about who was more addicted to whose ass, licking it and fingering it, sticking things inside it. It was about an even match for these two anally obsessed bottom dwellers, they agreed.

“Oh yeah, let me have a taste,” Monica said, dropping to her knees, pressing her face into the warm cleft as she held open Cherise’s buns, snaking her tongue into the crack to find the hole. The crack, always a little humid, was now damp with Cherise’s piss.



“That’s it, lick it! Lick it! Lick my asshole! Lick my hot, young black ass! My hot pissy ass!” Cherise hissed, reaching back with an arm to press Monica’s face between her buttocks, greedy for the skillful tongue work.



“Oh, I love it! I love your ass! I love it so much!” Monica gasped, finally pulling away. “And I’m going to just love sticking a nozzle in it and giving you a nice big enema, your first.”



“I can’t wait!” 



Now Monica had Cherise get down on the mat on elbows and knees, sticking her butt out provocatively, in just the same position as Monica had been assuming when Cherise walked in on her.

Cherise looked back over her shoulder to see Monica take down the enema bag and fill it to the brim with warm water before hanging it back up on the hook. Then Monica reached for the jar of Vaseline, scooping up a dab with a finger. Cherise, eager to oblige, reached back to hold herself wide open. They both loved doing this, showing off their bottoms to each other like two horny alley cats.

“Let’s grease you up,” Monica said, slapping the dab of petroleum jelly between Cherise’s cheeks, spreading it over the rubbery surface of her anus, working some inside with one, then two stiff fingers, Cherise moaning incessantly, loving, as always, the anal attention. And Monica craving the sight of her white fingers stretching open the brown hole, the feel of Cherise’s hot, humid innards.



“I’m going to give you a big, fucking enema!” Monica hissed into Cherise’s ear, her kinky desires obscenely aroused now, all verbal inhibition utterly vanished.



“And I’m gonna take everything you got to give me, every last drop. So go ahead and stick that damned nozzle up my tight, greedy shit-hole!” Cherise urged. Cherise never turned down a challenge. She knew what it felt like to take a big, thick dildo deep inside her ass, and she loved it. So now getting her ass filled and bloated with a couple of quarts was a challenge she was eager to meet.



Monica reached for the nozzle as Cherise watched closely, breathing hard with excited anticipation as Monica brought the nozzle between her cheeks, rubbing it against the slippery surface of her lubed asshole, teasing her, loving the striking contrast between the big red nozzle and the deep, rich brown of her lover’s bottom.



“Here goes,” Monica said, sliding the nozzle in all the way.



“Oh wow, I’m really going to take one, aren’t I, an enema?”



“You sure as shit are,” Monica whispered, releasing the clamp as Cherise sighed at the sudden sensation of warm water rushing into her bowels.



“It’s going to feel a little strange at first,” Monica said.



“Yes, it does, fuckin’ strange but fuckin’ wonderful,” Cherise said, gazing at Monica with loving, aroused eyes as the enema began to fill her, Monica reaming Cherise’s ass with the nozzle as Cherise had reamed hers.

Silence took over as the two spellbound lovers concentrated on the task at hand, looking at each other, then up at the bag to see it emptying, Cherise groaning, biting her lip as she endured the new sensations.



“I’m starting to feel pretty full,” Cherise announced.



“You should be, you got at least half inside you already.”



“It feels so wild.”


“Do you like it?”


“I love it. I think from now you’re not the only one around here who’s gonna be taking enemas?”



“That makes me feel so good,” Monica said, giving Cherise a tender kiss, so happy to share this up-to-now very private fetish with her lover.



Suddenly Monica had a wild idea. The sight of her lover taking her first enema made her want another enema herself. So she clamped the hose shut, surprising Cherise.



“What are you doing?”



“You’ll see,” Monica said, taking down the bag and refilling it to the brim again before hanging it back up. Then she got down on elbows and knees right next to Cherise and reached over to pull the nozzle out of Cherise’s ass.



“I’m going to take some more, we’ll take an enema together,” Monica said, sliding the nozzle up her own ass again before releasing the clamp. Cherise watched in amazement, straining to retain what was already inside her as she witnessed Monica taking yet another enema, reaching over to hold the nozzle in place. 



“Now this is what I’d call intimate,” Cherise said with a sweet, sexy smile.



“Isn’t it? Sharing a nozzle, taking an enema together,” Monica said, leaning over to kiss Cherise, lips separating, tongues meeting, mouths fusing in a passionate kiss.



“How about some more for you now?” Monica said after they pulled away, breathless. Now, after clamping the hose shut, Monica tore the nozzle out of her own bottom and slid it back up Cherise’s



“Ohhhhhhhh!!!” Cherise sighed as she felt the rush of water resume.



“Take it, babe, take it up your hot, tight, black ass!” Monica hissed excitedly jabbing Cherise’s bottom with the nozzle as the enema kept flowing.



“Spank me, spank my nasty brown butt, the way I spanked yours! Spank it while I take my enema!”



Monica obliged, the flat of her hand coming down eagerly and forcefully over the taut, smooth, dark skin of Cherise’s buttocks. It was usually Cherise who spanked Monica, but once in a while Cherise enjoyed taking a good, solid spanking herself. And this was one of those times, down on her knees, sticking it out, the nozzle inside her anus, her rectum ever expanding with the flow of the enema inside her.



They went back and forth a few more times like this, Monica refilling the bag another time.



“Ooooh, I’m starting to get cramps.” Cherise said, the nozzle back inside her.



So Monica clamped the hose and worked the nozzle back into her own rectum as she reached under to massage Cherise’s bloated stomach.



“Here, this’ll help,” Monica said, massaging Cherise’s belly, “and take a few deep breaths. That’ll help too.”



And it did help, helped enough so that soon Cherise was telling Monica she was ready for more, Monica reinserting the nozzle inside Cherise’s asshole, this time leaving it in there until the bag was empty.



“Looks like that’s about it,” Monica said as they looked up at the red rubber bag, emptied of its contents now, Monica reaching over to pull the nozzle out of Cherise’s ass, no longer needing to clamp the hose.



“Where’s that butt plug?” Monica said, looking around for it, then eyeing it. Now she took the plug, greased it up a bit more, and slid it up Cherise’s ass.



“Let me get another one for myself,” Monica said, reaching into the closet for a second plug, lubing it up, and then reaching back to plug up her own asshole.



Now they both stood and checked each other out. Cherise, a newcomer to this, bravely endured it, sweating, biting her lip, wincing, determined to retain her enema without complaint a while longer. Monica was amazed and overjoyed, not only that Cherise had taken her first enema as successfully as she had, but that she seemed to absolutely have relished the experience. And it was a nice big, enema too Monica had given her and which Cherise was now retaining.



“Oh shit, now I’ve got to go, I really need to go!” Cherise finally pleaded, gritting her teeth, more beads of sweat forming on her forehead. But Monica, the more experienced, was not going to let Cherise off so easy.



“Not yet, babe, not quite yet,” Monica said, sensually massaging Cherise’s rounded, bloated belly.



“But I’ve just got to!” Cherise groaned. “I’m so full. I just can’t hold it in any more, I really can’t!”



“Well, you’re all plugged up so I guess you don’t have much of a choice,” Monica said, delighted, wicked smile lighting up her face. Monica was just as full as Cherise, so she knew how Cherise felt. But Monica had much experience retaining enemas, fighting against the desperate need to expel and empty herself.



“Please! Please!” Cherise begged.


Monica thought her lover looked so cute when she was desperate like this.


“C’mon, be brave,” Monica teased.


“Okay, I’ll hold it in, I’ll try,” Cherise said bravely.



“Good,” Monica said as the two of them stared into each others eyes, sharing the depraved but deep intimacy of the moment, their eyes drifting down now to see two bellies, one white, one brown, both appealingly rounded and swollen.



“So what do you think now that you’ve tried it?” Monica asked.



“I love it, I just love it! We got two enema freaks living here now, not just one,” Cherise cried out, extending her arms, reaching out for Monica who now pressed close, the two hugging, kissing, caressing at they strained to retain the enemas bloating their plugged-up bottoms, Cherise suddenly better able to endure it despite the added pressure. 



“Let’s go outside, shall we?” Monica said finally, taking Cherise’s hand and leading her to a secluded, fenced-in strip of sandy beach adjoining the cottage. Most of the cottage faced a public beach. But there was a strip to the side of the house that was fenced. That’s where the two sleek models often discreetly sunbathed in the nude. Now Monica thought about how that secluded strip of sand could serve another purpose.



“Come here, come close,” Monica said, pressing Cherise’s warm, sleek, smooth body against hers, Cherise wrapping her arms around her lover, kissing her, cuddling closely. Meanwhile Monica reached down and around and gently pulled the butt plug out of Cherise’s ass. Then she reached behind and pulled the plug out from her own ass.



“Okay, babe, it’s time to empty out, to relieve ourselves,” Monica said to Cherise, a sassy, tender smile lighting up her face.



“And man, do I ever need to!” Cherise cackled as at that moment the two of them began expelling their enemas, pressing closely, kissing passionately as they emptied themselves, the sound of water splashing against sand, bursting out of their swollen bowels like two rushing waterfalls, music to their ears!



“Oh wow, does that ever feel good,” Cherise said, deep relief in her voice.


“Doesn’t it, though” Monica concurred, continuing to empty herself.



Finally every last drop was drained from their bowels and they returned to the bathroom, soaking two wash clothes and wiping each other clean.



“Now it’s time for that big, black cock of yours,” Monica said, retrieving the thick dildo, helping Cherise strap it to herself.



“Let me at that ass of yours, babe, I need to fuck it hard and deep,” Cherise said, grabbing hold of the Vaseline as, once again, Monica assumed the position. Cherise slapped another big dab of petroleum jelly between Monica’s cheeks, working it well inside with three stiff fingers.



“Yeah, grease me up real good, grease me up and fuck me!” Monica begged.



A blistering rectal assault is what Monica craved right now, what she needed, as Cherise approached, provocatively fisting the instrument of that assault. 

”Fuck… my… ass!!!” Monica yelped as Cherise brought the tip of the big, life-like rubber cock against her lubed asshole and, holding onto Monica’s hips, drove the full length smoothly inside. 



“Take it babe,” Cherise hissed in Monica’s ear as she thrust forward, “take it up your hot… young… flushed-out ASS!!!”

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When You Need to Piss…

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

I went up to bed early. Jay was still awake and we talked a little about our day and snuggled up together. He was instantly hard. He had not cum since the morning before when I teased him mercilessly and then sent him off to work, dripping and throbbing. So I knew he would be eager. He rolled onto his back and started to stroke himself, the moonlight lighting his cock perfectly. He knows I love this, and it was obvious he was trying to get to me in the quickest way possible.

I feigned slight disinterest, and growing impatient, he crawled over me and straddled my chest, feeding his cock into my mouth, or trying anyway. I did not open for him. He reached under my head and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling back just enough to get a little moan out of me, but still I did not open, shaking my head no. He said.

“Don’t say no to me!”

He said in his most authoritative voice, pulling my head back a little further, still trying to get me to open. I would not. He started rubbing his cock on my face, and letting me feel the pre-cum on my lips, feeling sure I would open to him then, but I did not.

He took a different tack. He bundled up my hair in back, and moved it out of the way, putting his hands where my neck meets my shoulders, and started massaging them. It felt very good, and I started talking to him about Jeremy, a masseur. Jeremy is supposed to be very very good, and was recommended to us by one of Jay’s clients, who owns the spa. She gave us each an hour with him, as a gift, (and I fully intend to use him!). I whispered to Jay that I would love to have him in the room, telling Jeremy how to touch me, as he knelt astride my body, his cock and balls brushing against me as he worked. I could tell Jay was getting turned on by the thoughts I was verbalizing.

He took the massage oil from the bedside table and poured some in his hand, warming it up, then massaging it into my backside. He rubbed up and down my back, my butt, my thighs, eventually rubbing it all in. Again, he reached for the oil, but this time he did not warm it, but let it drip down on me as he poured it out of the bottle. I felt a thin stream of it sliding down the crack of my ass, to my pussy, and finally dripping from my clit. I was going crazy! Jay was shocked by my reaction and asked what I was feeling. I told him the oil leaking down the cleft of my ass made me want to feel his hot pee in that same way. You cannot imagine my astonishment as he said.

“God, baby, I have to pee right now! Come to the bathroom with me and hold my cock as I pee.”

I told him I wanted to feel it on my ass the same way as the oil, so he jumped up and got a thick pool towel from the closet in the hall, and placed it underneath me, as I lay on my stomach. He got on his knees and opened my legs with his, pushing my thighs wide while he knelt between them. I was moaning, writhing, positively shaking with need at the thought of him doing this for me. I could have easily cum this way, my nipples and clit pressed into the bed, every nerve ending alive and screaming for release. But I held on…barely, as I felt the tip of his cock just slightly brushing my cunt.

He said, “Oh god, baby here it comes!”

I could hear his ragged breathing as he struggled to let it go, and after a few short moments, I felt it – a slow trickle of his pee running down the crack of my ass. I was thrashing on the bed, so close to climax, noticing his stream becoming more urgent as I arched my back, lifting my ass in the air toward him. I reached behind and pointed to the small of my lower back and said simply, “Here.” Instantly I felt his hot fluid on my back, spraying over me, spilling down my sides to the bed below. He directed it back to my pussy and I begged him.

“Please…inside of me!”

He shoved his cock inside of me in one swift thrust. I waited to feel it, as he quickly slid in and out of my soaking cunt, but none came. He had cut off his stream. God, I was desperate to cum! He was very excited. His labored breathing arousing me as he fucked me, sliding a finger in my ass and fucking me with that too.

He said, “I don’t know if I’m going to cum or pee!”

As much as I wanted BOTH, I did not want him to cum just yet, because I knew it was going to be a spectacular load, and I wanted to see it. He pulled out of me and turned me over to my back, spreading my legs and burying his face in my pussy. I was wildly turned on that he would even lick me after peeing on me, and then he began licking that ‘spot’. I told him to stop or I would pee, too.

He said, “Yes – come on, you can do it!”

Jeez – I almost came right there. I couldn’t believe it! But it was not the way I wanted it to happen. I wanted him to be able to feel it on his cock, feel its heat especially. I wanted to fuck him while sitting up with him. We both get off very easily this way, and it was a perfect position for me to let him feel it on his cock, when I peed. So he sat up, and I climbed into his lap and lowered myself onto his cock. I was literally shaking, my body so close to climax and trying desperately to hold off. Jay took my ass cheeks in his hands and started to move me up and down, but I needed to be still, to concentrate on peeing. I sat motionless for a minute, trying hard to pee, but I could not. I tried pushing out, but that only drove me closer to climax. I tried and tried, but I just could not do it. I was just too excited, I think.

Jay pulled me up and took me into the bathroom. He stood me with my back against the shower wall and shoved his cock into me. He started pumping in and out, slowly and deeply. Suddenly, with a groan, he pulled out and began pissing all over me, starting at my pussy and then over my stomach, breasts and thighs. He moved back to my pussy and I took his cock and aimed his sharp flow directly at my clit. Instantly I was cumming, climbing and clawing at him, shaking violently with my release. And then another release, as he stood there, his cock standing straight out, I began to pee. He was mesmerized as he watched me with his cock standing straight out.
I cut off my flow in midstream and directed him to the toilet and had him sit down. Again I lowered myself over his cock and rode him that way for a minute. My cunt was still grabbing and squeezing. I had to stop moving or I would cum again. I pulled back from him a bit, leaving only the head of his cock inside of me, and taking a deep breath, started peeing again. He was breathing so hard, whether out of nervousness or desire, I wasn’t sure. But when he felt the heat of the pee on his cock, he started thrusting wildly, moaning, grunting and saying.

“OH GOD!” I continued to let it go, hearing it splash over his cock and into the toilet bowl.

This morning he said he thought that sound was very hot. He was frantically saying.

“I’m gonna cum, oh god, I’m gonna cum!!”

I stood up, breaking the contact between us. I pulled him toward the bathroom door, and he said he was going to shower quickly first.

I said, “NO.” I led him back to the bedroom and as I was crawling up onto the bed, he grabbed my hips and slammed into me from behind. Just once. He pulled his cock out and using the juices, pussy mingled with pee, he pushed forward into my ass. As the head of his cock entered me, I came, and as I did, he pushed forward further, entering me about half way. I was not ready for it. I screamed out in pain, and then amazingly, my orgasm ripped thru me, leaving me convulsing, jerking and twisting beneath him on the bed. It was so intense.

I was clawing at the bed, scrambling to crawl away from the sensations in my pussy and my ass. It was one of a few times in my life when I thought I would be lost to an orgasm. Jay had pulled out of me by then and turning me on my back, entered me very slowly and very deeply. He felt badly for hurting me. It was not that painful really, more surprising, I think. But I was clearly aroused by my reaction and my climax. He slid back into my cunt and fucked me very deeply, until I came again, and after waiting for my contractions to subside, withdrew and moved up, sliding his cock between my lips. I felt like the nastiest slut as I sucked his cock, covered in juices from my ass, my cunt, and my urine.

I was dying for him to cum in my mouth, wanting to taste him, being forced to swallow all of him, but he pulled out and again entered my pussy very deeply, humping me to another incredible orgasm. As my cunt contracted around his cock, he started to moan, saying he was cumming. He withdrew and I watched him then, as his cock shot forth more cum than I have ever seen from him. When he was finished, (or so I thought) I grabbed his cock and pulled it, watching as four or five more ribbons of his seed poured out, eventually trickling down to a few small bursts.

I was covered in it. He just stared at my body, dripping with his cum, as if he could not believe it himself. He got up and got a warm cloth to wipe me down with. When he came back to the bed, he had a giant drop of cum at the end of his cock. I moved my head to the side of the bed and when he leaned over to wash me, I sucked the cum from him. His knees buckled and he dropped onto the bed, half lying on top of me. He threw the towels over the side of the bed, and we immediately fell asleep, exhausted.

Needless to say, I have been wet all day.

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Girls Peeing in the Office

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

Setting: It has been the night of the office Christmas party. All the staff members have had a fantastic time and have enjoyed both the free drink and each other. After the party, Lesley, the office manager has persuaded a group of the girls to head back to the office for one last drink from a secret stash she has hidden away. A number of the girls agree and soon they are sitting in the warm upper office, drinking free wine and telling sex stories. It is only when Lesley reveals that she likes to pee in the Ladies sink rather than use the toilet that the stories turn to a wetter subject. It isn’t long before Jen then admits to having had a sneaky pee in the conference room. This confession spurs on Lindsey to reveal her own dark secret about peeing in the filing cabinets one night when she was accidentally locked in. The girls are all so drunk by now that it takes little persuasion on Lesley’s behalf to get the girls to all agree to have a naughty piss somewhere in the office. With the Christmas holidays upon them, any wet stains will soon dry over the coming holidays. One by one the girls set about finding themselves a suitable location before making a start.

Lindsey was sitting in her chair, naked from the waist downwards. Underneath her desk, the attractive raven haired beauty had her legs spread wide. Her trimmed black triangle of pubic hairs tapered down between her thighs to her fleshy pussy lips that guarded her pee hole from normal view. Not so now for as she sat at her desk, she was busily taking a hot squirting piss all over the carpeted floor below. Her golden rain fell between her slender legs in a continuing downpour as she enjoyed the delicious sensation of relief as her bladder emptied. Lindsey’s fun was all the more complete by having her toilet at her desk. How she wished she could do this everyday. What a joy it would be to simply part her legs and take a piss all over the floor when ever she wanted.

The soft hiss and patter of Lindsey’s toilet landing on the carpet under her desk could just be heard by her friend Emma, who was busily pulling down her tan pants and white thong before getting ready for a naughty piss of her own. As soon as her underwear had landed on the ground, she bent down for a sneak peak under Lindsey’s desk. Sure enough she could quite clearly see Lindsey’s pee shower as it fell down onto a growing damp stain on the carpet. Emma really wanted to witness the sight of Lindsey’s pussy piss as it squirted from her gorgeous lower lips. It had been some time since the two of them had fucked each other after pissing over the carpet together at a party. The memory of their girl on girl action seemed like a lifetime away. It was sheer torture to know that Lindsey’s pee flaps were open now and yet not being able to witness her friend’s pussy in action.

Unfortunately Emma badly needed to pee. Seeing Lindsey having a pee under the desk caused a flood of memories and was making Emma ready to start pissing at any second. Quickly she grabbed her office chair and pulled it out from its recess under the desk. Placing her large and naked bum cheeks down in the course brown material she leant back and aimed her pussy upwards. It was then that she let loose on the desperate urge in her bladder. The feeling of her pee rushing through her body on its way to her shaven pee slit filled Emma’s mind. Her hot urine reached its point of exit and jetted its way into the waiting world. Immediately a thick, fast flowing torrent of piss squirted away from Emma’s pee hole and formed a twisting arc in the air above her desk. Gravity caught her shooting pee shower and brought it downwards bringing to bear upon her desktop and her computer keyboard. Emma gasped in delight at the sight of her pee shower vandalized the IT equipment and desperately squirted harder in an attempt to reach her monitor with her piss downpour. At this point Lindsey looked up and away from the squirting fountain of pee she was sending under her desk. She was immediately captivated by the sight of her friend pissing in such an incredible naughty manner.

Lindsey was not the only person who was entranced by Emma’s display of golden relief over her desk. Jen had been on her way past when she had witnessed Emma bending down to take a peek at Lindsey’s pee shower under the desk. As Emma had stood up, Jen had been rewarded with a fantastic view of her cleavage down Emma’s top. The only thing that hadn’t been revealed in this wonderful voyeuristic moment was Emma’s no doubt gorgeously formed nipples still hidden in her slim bra. Jen’s attention was immediately redirected as Emma’s naked lower body and hairless pussy slit came into view. Emma didn’t notice Jen’s watchful gaze or the hand that Jen had slipped between her legs as she visualized tasting Emma’s pussy lips. Once Emma had actually started to pee, it had been simply too much for Jen to bear. Rushing down the office she reached the area of desks where she and her team were situated. Grabbing her boss’s large coffee mug she slammed it down on the desk in front of her. With fumbling fingers she muddled with the fastener to her black cotton pants. Seconds later they, and her white panties were sliding down her legs allowing her auburn haired pussy and wide bum cheeks to come into view. Jen only just managed to position herself correctly when the need to pee overcame her and her muff lips parted to allow her golden piss to come squirting out. Her hot urine flowed from her open hole and sprayed into the mug she had placed on the desk. She cupped her bare bum cheeks with her hands to help her stand upright whilst continuing her toilet. Her buttocks felt lovely and warm but this was nothing to the sensation of being able to pee into her boss’s coffee mug whilst surrounded by a room of women carrying out a similar naughty deed.

On her way to her desk and her much needed slash into Bob’s coffee mug, Jen had passed the form of Julie, the new office temp. The petite blond had removed her panties and placed them in the open drawer of a nearby filing cabinet. Once free of her underwear, Julie had squatted down by the side of the photocopier and started to have a pee of her own over the floor. Between her feet was already a substantial piss puddle, which was continuing to grow as her hot urine splashed down on the tiled area around the photocopier. She had originally intended to try having her pee on the open lid of the copier whilst it scanned her in full flow. It was only as Natasha, another office raven-haired beauty, with short-cropped hair, had guessed her intentions, and had warned her not to try.

Natasha for her own part was enjoying a piss of her own. Between her parted legs, a thick stream of squirting urine was currently jetting down over a pile of paperwork on her shared desk area. Already the papers were curling and turning yellow as Natasha’s pee shower rained all over them. Natasha had a wonderful figure. Her firm bum cheeks a constant distraction for the men in the office. Now those wonderfully pert toned buttocks were hovering only inches away from the desk she was busily enjoying pissing over. Small running streams of urine were trickling away from the paper stack Natasha was currently relieving herself over. One such stream had already reached the desk edge and was now dripping down to the floor below. Natasha’s peeing caused a steady hiss and patter as her golden rain continued to spray over the stacked paper pile. This only served to excite her more and she squeezed even harder as a result. Her hot jetting piss fountain wavered in the area before moving on to spray a fresh area with her yellow flowing urine.

A fit of giggling had erupted from the far end of the office. For a moment Natasha looked up from watching her squirting pee shower. Unable to see the culprits but recognizing Dionne’s naughty laughter, she resumed watching her golden fun. Dionne was in fact, out of sight, sitting on her bare buttocks on the carpeted floor. Directly in front and above her on the Quality manager’s desk was the completely naked form of Hayleigh, the latest member to join the Sales team. Her clothes were discarded in a pile by the waste bin muddled in amongst Dionne’s clothes. Hayleigh was staring down her body through the grove between her large breasts ignoring the sight of her hardened nipples surround by their red welts. She was more interested in the sight of her hairy blond muff now posed over Dionne’s naked body. Another giggle signaled the start of a new bout of pissing from Hayleigh’s pussy. A long curving arc of flowing piss flew through the air on its way downwards to cover Dionne’s nude tits in a deluge of hot pee. Hayleigh’s golden shower didn’t let up this time unlike the first couple of squirts she had pissed over Dionne’s bare flesh. Now her piss was in full flow. A fat squirting stream of body warmed pee, splashing down to rain over the other girl’s ample bosom. The carpet around Dionne’s body was covered in splashes and spots of Hayleigh’s spent pee. Meanwhile her main golden stream continued to wash over Dionne’s chest sending rivulets of spent piss running in trails over the girl’s warm flesh.

Fran, one of the office supervisors, a pretty brunette with sparkling brown eyes, had her own history of peeing around the office in naughty locations. As such she initially struggled to find a new place to have a piss that she hadn’t already tried. In the end, she cheated. Opening the upper story door that led down a flight of metal stairs into the factory, Fran started to disrobe. Once her pants and black thong were resting around her ankles, she used the metal stair railing to pull herself upwards. Once up and on the metal with its cold chill emanating through her bare buttocks, she slowly pulled herself backwards to allow her pussy a clear aim at the factory floor below. Steadying herself with her hands she waited a moment for her relief to build. With a signal to her bladder Fran allowed her hot waiting pee to run through her body on its way to her waiting pussy hole. A second later she moved into full flow. Under her body a hot squirting pussy shower was now falling to the ground some distance below. Fran reckoned she had been peeing for a good couple of seconds before a loud pattering sound from below signaled the arrival of her piss on the factory floor. The sound echoed in the large space of the deserted building. This was an even bigger turn on for Fran who hadn’t done something like this since she had filmed herself peeing through a crack in the attic wall. Still peeing for all she was worth, Fran recalled the film footage of her squirting yellow shower as it had shot from the gap in the wall before proceeding to rain downwards and splattering over the factory floor, three stories below. The warmth of her squirting piss shower coming from under her bum was a stark contrast to the metal she was holding and perching upon. Having a pee like this was simply awesome fun and she wished Lesley had thought of her idea sooner.

The one remaining female in the upstairs office was Paula. This extremely attractive brunette was a little too prim and proper to enjoy the show Hayleigh and Dionne were putting on. Instead she had found herself a quite corner and had removed her white panties from around her pubic area. Now her skirt was lifted out of harms way whilst she busied herself with the act of pissing from a standing pose straight into one of the tall paper recycling bins. A thin stream of clear urine was squirting from her parted lower lips as her pee hole opened wide. From behind, it was just possible to make out the naked curves of her perfect bum cheeks as they peeked from under her raised skirt. From the front it was a different matter. Paula’s short mass of curly pubic hairs that formed a triangle around her pussy slit were a perfect contrast for the squirting stream of pee leaving her muff. From inside the paper bin was issuing the unmistakable sound of a woman having a piss. The gentle pattering sound was a wonderful accompaniment to the feeling of relief slowly building in her bladder as Paula continued her pee. This feeling was also being joined with another sensation, one of excitement. She had never expected that peeing in such a naughty manner could be so much fun.

All around the office the various females were now coming to the end of their respective toilets. Some wore embarrassed expressions whilst others such as Dionne and Hayleigh were too busy enjoying themselves to care. Finally Lesley the office manager emerged from the upstairs attic where she had been enjoying the thrill of urinating into various storage boxes and containers. Several cardboard containers were now so drenched in Lesley’s piss that they had broken their sides and spilt yellow, pee stained papers to the floor.

Taking charge Lesley urged the girls to gather their clothing. One by one, the office staff donned their panties and thongs, trousers and skirts, before assembling by the exit door. Lesley made sure to point out that the activities of the night were to be a strict secret amongst them and not to be spoken about outside of work. When she had finally seen them all out into the darkness of the early morning, she quickly locked the outside door. Once back upstairs she removed all her clothes and drunk several full cups worth of water from the dispensing machine. Whilst waiting for her bladder to fill again, Lesley wandered around the office enjoying the various wet stains that the girls had left behind.

The wet desk where Natasha had enjoyed her pee still glistened in the overhead lights. By the photocopier was a large piss satin on the carpet similar to the one lying under Lindsey’s desk where the office favorite had squirted her pee shower. Emma’s keyboard was lying in a cooling golden puddle made when the auburn haired girl had pissed all over it. She nearly missed the pee filled cup on Jen’s desk but stopped as it caught her eye. Experimentally she moved the lip of the cup down to her own pussy and for several seconds allowed a little squirt of pee to escape her own lower lips. Bob was definitely in for a surprise if nobody emptied this cup after the holidays!

Pissing into the mug, which was already holding Jen’s piss was quite a turn on for Lesley. After she had finished her own little pee into its mouth, she fingered herself for several wonderful moments. Regaining her composure she resumed her slow survey of the piss stained office. Next up was the damp piss marks on the carpet where Hayleigh had showered Dionne’s body with her golden rain. One very large stain growing outwards from its base revealed quite clearly that Dionne had peed over the carpet either during her yellow piss shower or afterwards. With a secret smile Lesley started to move on. She knew quite well that the girls had gone home together and where probably already now busily fucking one another. Lesley stopped for a moment and turned back to the desk. It only took a moment to place her bare bum cheeks against the cold wood of the desk where Hayleigh had been squatting earlier. It then took little effort to allow a quick squirt of her golden pee to rain downwards to join the piss patch on the floor made by the girls earlier. Once again Lesley’s fingers found her love hole and she closed her eyes for a second whilst her fingers worked their magic. In her eyes she could easily imagine Hayleigh and Dionne in each other’s arms, their bare tits pushing up against each other as their pussies sought release from questing fingers.

Lesley was very tempted to bring herself off there and then. At almost the last moment she withdrew her fingers from her moist love hole and steadied her panting form against the desk. Before she left to try and find Paula’s pee spot, Lesley took one more quick piss over the stained floor. A hot shower of raining yellow pee shot earthwards as Lesley stood with parted legs and her hot toilet shower squirting from her pussy hole.

It took a substantial effort to find Paula’s pee spot and Lesley was on the verge of convincing herself that Paula had chickened out from the nights’ activities. Suddenly she got a wonderful buzz when she spied the damp piss stained papers inside the recycling bin. Lesley couldn’t resist and within seconds a new spray of hot pee was squirting in through the narrow mouth at the top of the bin. Lesley was very tempted to enjoy a full pee into the bin but somehow managed to hold herself back. Now that she had the office to herself, there was one finally place she needed to go.

The door to the top of the stairs swung open without a sound. At the bottom of the stairwell was a window that looked onto the outside world. Blackness was the only thing it showed now. It took a minute for Lesley to position herself into a squat with her legs parted and her bush of pubic hairs aimed at the first step. It was with delicious relief when Lesley started to pee. There was no holding back this time and within moments, her squirting toilet shower had reached full strength. Now clear colored pee was squirting out of the base of her muff at a prestigious rate, arching as it flew through the air. After momentarily pattering over the top step. Her hot piss shower now splattered onto the forth step and then the ground below. Such was the force of her squirt.

The feeling was ecstasy, the thrill of finally being able to pee over the office stairs coupled with the reducing burning ache in her bladder. Between Lesley’s legs her hot piss shower continued to flow through the empty air before descending in a pattering rain of her spent pee all over the carpeted stairwell. Spots and splashes of her urine had reached the walls adding to her thrill. Slowly she raised herself up not stopping her toilet for one second. Her piss fountain wandered through the air before a twist of her naked hips brought the squirting stream issuing from the base of her legs, onto the one wall. Instantly her flowing piss shower started to run down the wall breaking momentarily at the skirting before reaching the already pee soaked carpet. Lesley was utter entranced by her act. Hot pee continued to jet from her uncovered muff vandalizing both stairs and the wall with her delicious piss. Already her toilet shower was beginning to show signs of drooping. Desperately Lesley swung round to the opposite wall and peed over it for several long seconds before the shower of piss flowing from her pee hole waned and vanished.

Collapsing back on the top step, Lesley fingered herself to a thundering climax. She laid naked, spread across the floor by the stairway door, panting for breath as she waited for her reeling senses to return to normal. Finally sitting upright she admired the mess she had made with her pee and wished desperately that she could do it again. Unfortunately the morning hours were drawing on and Lesley knew it was time to leave. One by one, the lights in the office were extinguished until at last the one remaining switch was thrown and the office plunged into darkness. Locking the office door behind her, Lesley turned and walked the short distance to her waiting car. With one deep final sigh of fulfillment, Lesley ignited the vehicle’s engine before driving through the open company gates and onto the side road that stretched the distance of the factory. As she hurried out of her car to seal the gates, her only hope was that next year the girls would once again agree to carry out another daring piss session in the company office.

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A Pee-watcher’s Diary

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

I first met Annie years ago when I was 18, and working on a local farm. She owned a riding school next to the farm, and was always popping in for something or another.

She was older than me-twice my age in fact-at 36. Married with children, she was a buxom lady with long straight blonde hair, and a refined upper-class accent. As the shy youth I was at the time, I rarely got into conversation with her but spent most of my time ogling her curves and trying to peek down her top. What happened on that fateful day though, started me off on quite a different form of voyeurism.

I arrived at work to find that the Water Company had shut off the supply to the farm for maintenance. We continued as normal for an hour or so until Annie appeared. She said she hadn’t known about the water, but I explained that it would only be for a few hours. As she hadn’t any water, she couldn’t even boil a kettle, so I made her a coffee. I chatted awkwardly to her for a while until she said she ought to get back to tend the horses and help her stable-hand- a girl called Tina.

I went back to what I was doing. At the time, I was working by the hedge that separated the farm from the stables, and after a while heard voices. Annie and Tina were painting the boards at the back of one of the buildings. Peering through the hedge, I watched Annie as she worked the brush. She was wearing old clothes for the job; an old pink tee shirt and tight faded blue jeans. I was getting quite carried away watching her big tits bounce slightly with the motion, and the movement of her big thighs and ass. I had just decided that I better get on with my work before the boss reappeared when I heard her call to Tina.

“I hope they get the water back on soon- I really need to go!”

This fired my curiosity. It had never occurred to me before then how exciting it could be to watch a woman becoming desperate to use the toilet, and I wondered how long she could hold out.

She kept painting, though after a couple of minutes I distinctly heard her gasp out: “God!”

I thought that if I were her, I’d just pee in the toilet anyhow, but maybe because of her refined background the idea of peeing without flushing was not the done thing! In any case, the toilet for the stables was on the far side of the field.

She turned slightly, and I saw the look of determination on her face as she struggled with it. The thought of her peeing in her jeans was really turning me on now, and I was getting hard.

She called Tina over to her, and I strained to hear what they were saying.

“I can’t stand it any more…I’m going to go and wee in the hedge- can you keep a lookout?”

“Steve’s around over there,” Tina replied, indicating the farm, and my general direction

“He’s working over the far side- he won’t see. I’ve just got to go- I’m bursting!”

“OK.” replied Tina dubiously, taking up watch on the open field in front of them- the opposite direction to me.

My heart really started pounding as she walked towards the hedge- and towards me. I very slowly started moving along the hedge, shadowing her path. As luck would have it, at the spot she chose, the ground level on my side of the hedge sloped down, and I was slightly below her level. I got as close to the hedge as I dared, and watched- hardly daring to breath in case she should hear.

She turned away from me, her hands moved to her waist and I saw the quick deft movement as her fingers undid her fly button and zip. Quickly, she tucked her thumbs under the waist of her jeans and pulled them down with her panties, squatting as she did so. I was in heaven! Her ass was so pale, yet unblemished and her thighs thick and sexy. I moved closer- hardly daring to breathe. She shifted her weight slightly. Suddenly, a trickle of clear piss began to rain from between her legs, and it rapidly became a strong stream, pitter-pattering on the dry ground making a puddle beneath her.

I moved closer still, now hoping to get a glimpse of her pussy. I was so turned on I was sure I was going to cum in my pants! Slowly the stream slowed to a slow drip, and as she pushed slightly, she leaned forward.

I was rewarded with a very brief glimpse of her cunt; her pussy lips were pink and meaty beneath a fine mist of damp light brown hair between those big beautiful thighs…gorgeous!

Not bothering to wipe herself, she quickly yanked her panties and jeans up as she stood up, and walked back towards the stable, zipping herself up as she went.

I silently moved away, feeling breathless and with a raging hard-on; though any thoughts about jacking off were quickly dispelled by the sound of the boss calling.

When I got back to the barn, Annie was there with him. I thought for a moment she’d seen my voyeuristic activity, but was relieved when the boss said he wanted me to carry a sack of feed for the horses around to the stable. Annie smiled at me, and I realized that my cheeks were reddening.

There were several sacks on the floor.

“Which one?” I asked her.

As she bent over to look at the labels I spotted a small-darkened damp patch in the denim between her legs, and I smiled to myself.

That was not the last time I was to watch her use the bathroom. Although I didn’t know it then, Annie had difficulty holding her pee and sometime later I would see more!

2. TINA ON THE TOILET

I had never actually planned to watch Tina pee- rather it was a set of circumstances that I took advantage of. The consequences, though, were far greater than even I could have imagined. I’m getting ahead of myself here, though.

Tina was a slim girl of 22 with long dark hair and fine-features. She had a wonderfully curvy figure that she always seemed to show off. She was Annie’s assistant at the riding stables. Up until the summer, I saw her only occasionally but on this particular week she was there more often. My boss was away on vacation for a few days, and he’d told me that Annie would be away too; so could I give Tina a hand with anything she needed?

That particular day, I saw her arrive in the morning. She and her boyfriend had just got back from vacation in Greece, I had been told, and I noticed immediately how tanned she was. With her long hair tied back, she was wearing a yellow cropped tee shirt and a pair of rough faded cut off jeans that seemed almost too small, and they revealed a wonderful amount of her thighs and fitted tightly around her ass. It seemed like I was in for a good day!

I started work near the boundary. I was feeling just a bit excited because of something that had happened earlier. As I have mentioned, the toilet for the stables was in a separate building, and I had been told where the key was kept. Earlier, I had removed the key for ‘safe keeping’, and consequently that toilet would be unavailable. In the back of my mind I maybe thought that if Tina were caught short she might have to pee in the hedge and an opportunity for me to watch unseen in the way I had spied on her boss some weeks before.

I spent a happy couple of hours watching her exercise the horses. Her shorts were really taking a beating as I watched her bounce up and down in the saddle, admiring her bum and her tanned legs. Reluctantly, I decided that I had better go do some work.

A short while later I was greeted by a cheerful “Hi!” by her as she appeared through the gate.

“Hi”, I returned. She was even more gorgeous at close quarters! I remember thinking how lucky her boyfriend was, and wondered what she saw in him.

“Have you got the key to the bathroom over there?” she asked, pointing to the stable, “Annie said that you would have it if it wasn’t there.”

I did my best to look perplexed.

“No, I haven’t got it.” I lied- knowing it was in my pocket.

“Oh.’ She said, looking slightly worried. “I wonder where it is?”

“Oh- don’t worry, I expect it’ll turn up”. I replied casually, turning away.

She shuffled slightly.

“In that case…I wonder if I could use your toilet?’ she smiled awkwardly, “I really need a wee!”

I swallowed. This hadn’t exactly worked out, but it’s amazing how fast one can think when you need to! To explain: Our toilet was situated in a rough plasterboard ‘room’ within a small building. The ceiling was fairly low in this cubicle, and the space above was used as storage. A ladder was positioned on the adjacent wall for access. Something I had noticed some time before was that the partition did not quite meet the ceiling of the toilet, and there was a small gap through which the interior was visible. Now, even knowing this, a gentleman would not have taken advantage. However, I was an eighteen-year-old youth at the time- and certainly no gentleman!

“Sure!” I replied, even now becoming slightly breathless at the prospect of what was to come. “Come in, I’ll show you.”

I led her across to the building and opened the door for her, switching on the light in the windowless room.

“There you go.”

She smiled back sweetly. I caught a brief waft of her perfume mixed with sweat.

“Thanks!” she said.

It was an ideal opportunity. My boss was on vacation, as was hers. There were unlikely to be any unexpected visitors during the few short minutes of my voyeurism. Silently, I made my way up the ladder and placed my eye to the gap that streamed a shaft of light, my heart pounding. So confident was I of my privacy that I threw caution to the wind, and with my free hand unzipped my jeans and released my now stiffening cock.

My view allowed me an oblique view of the cubicle, and the toilet was facing me. I watched her cross to the toilet and lower the seat. I began to masturbate slowly, my own breath becoming heavy. It was like watching in slow motion.

She turned to face me, oblivious, and her hands met at the fly-button of those frayed shorts. I watched in fascination as her fingers flipped it undone and slipped the zip down. Her hands now moving to her hips, she gave a slight wriggle as she eased them down, only adding to my excitement. Beneath, she wore simple white cotton panties, and as she began to sit down, she slipped them down to the top of her thighs.

I was wanking faster now as I tried to listen. I couldn’t actually see her pussy, since she was leaning forward slightly. But after a few moments I heard the delightful sound as she began to pee. First a short trickle, then a pause, followed by a strong bubbling stream as she emptied her bladder. The look of relief on her face was obvious, and she sighed. This almost did it for me, and I fought to hold my orgasm back. Not yet…not yet…

Finally, her stream faded, and she looked around for the tissue. As it happened, the roll was sitting loose on a shelf behind her, which meant she had to stand up.

Now I really had an eyeful. It was obvious that she had been wearing a thong bikini when she had been sunbathing. Her black pubic hair formed a neat triangle sat on her deliciously pale mound- the side strings had left white silhouettes running up to her hips. It was a fantastic sight, and my gaze was fixed on her pussy! I was close now, very close.

She reached over and tore off a few sheets, and then began to wipe between her legs as she stood, squatting slightly and parting her legs as far as her taut panties would allow as she looked down.

I finally lost it. “Shit!” I gasped, as quietly as I could. I came. It seemed like there were buckets of the stuff, spurting out in great gushes and splattering over the wall as the orgasm hit me. It was fantastic, though even in my state I knew I would have to get down from there pretty quick.

Although it would have been great to take a moment to enjoy the relief, I turned to make my way down the ladder, my dripping cock still in my hand.

I was vaguely aware of the sound of the toilet flushing, but that was not what was now interrupting my elation. It sounded impossible, but I suddenly heard a woman’s voice.

“Enjoying yourself, Steve?”

With horror, I looked down to see Annie’s unsmiling face looking up at me.

I hastily zipped myself up, my hand still wet with cum, and stammered, turning bright red in the process.

“Down here.” She indicated with her finger.

At that moment, I heard the lock on the toilet door being released, and Tina emerged, suddenly looking confused.

“Annie? I thought you’d gone!” She looked over at me. “Steve…what?”

Annie interrupted, turning to her.

“Go back to the stables, Tina. I won’t be a moment.”

Tina hesitated, then left, throwing me a look of incredulity.

“Look- Annie…” I began to babble. She just looked at me, and shook her head.

“Don’t.” she said.

I felt totally deflated and guilty. I wondered fleetingly how long she’d been there. She had obviously seen me masturbating, and who and what I was watching while I did it.

She turned away for a second, as if considering.

“I want to see you at my house tonight after work. 6 o’clock. Don’t be late!”

With that, she turned and left. I heard the threat in her voice. Despite the fact that now I really didn’t want to see either of them again, I knew that I was in really serious trouble, and doing what she wanted would be the only way to try to explain. I really didn’t know what I was going to say!

3. THE PUNISHMENT

I decided to walk the short distance to Annie’s house, rather than drive. It was a hot evening anyhow, and I needed the walk to clear my head. She lived in a very well-to-do area; large houses set back from the lime tree lined road. As I walked along, I saw City- types polishing their BMW’s and mowing their immaculately kept lawns. I did wonder what on earth I was doing there!

Eventually, I arrived at her house, and mounted the few steps to the glass-paneled door. Having pushed the bell button, a few moments later I saw a shape approaching the door.

“Come in Steve,” Annie ushered me in.

Her mood appeared somewhat neutral, neither smiling, nor angry or disgusted as I had seen her earlier. She had changed out of the clothes she was wearing earlier, her usual jeans and tee-shirt, and was wearing a patterned cream-colored summer dress. She led me into her large kitchen, and indicated the kitchen chairs arranged around the table.

“Have a seat.”

“Thanks.” I replied, bracing myself for the onslaught of names I was sure I was about to be called.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked.

“I…uh..no thanks.” I stumbled out. This had kind of caught me off guard. Surely she could just get it over with!

“Well, I think I will.”

She crossed the kitchen and splashed a measure of vodka into a tall glass and topped it up with lemonade, then returned to the table and sat down, pulling her chair out a little before she did so. At the time, I never noticed the significance of this. She crossed her legs. Only then did I notice that her dress was front- buttoned; and her skirt was un- buttoned most of the way up…

I glanced briefly at her legs- even in that situation I couldn’t resist!

I suddenly realized she was watching me intently.

“Now then, Steve. If you can resist looking at my legs for a moment, we’ll get down to business!”

Her voice was suddenly sharp, and she now had my full attention. I felt myself blushing with embarrassment.

“I simply don’t know what your boss is going to say about this afternoon’s episode,” she began, “but I imagine he won’t be pleased. Tina was very upset you know.”

“Yes…I know…I…”

“Don’t interrupt please.” Her tone was icy cold. “What I really ought to do is let him know right away. I imagine you’d lose your job. He left you alone because he trusts you, and this is what you do!”

I tried to protest, but no words came out. She was right. How could I have done such a stupid thing?

I looked at the floor, feeling totally humiliated.

“I’ve decided not to do that.”

I looked up expectantly, but was greeted by a stern look.

If you agree to what I’m going to say.”

I nodded hastily.

“First. You write a letter to Tina, apologizing for what you’ve done, and promise that it will never happen again.”

“Of course! I…” I spluttered, not being able to believe I was being let off so lightly.

“I haven’t finished yet!” she interrupted. I lapsed into silence.

“Secondly, for as long as you’re in my house, you do exactly as I say, and answer anything I ask you truthfully. Agreed?”

I nodded vigorously.

“Good!” She seemed satisfied. “Now, I want to ask you a few questions. Don’t lie to me Steve, because I’ll know.”

She paused, and took a gulp of her drink. I stayed silent.

“Have you ever spied on me?”

I knew what she meant. There was no alternative, and in a strange way I wanted to answer her truthfully.

“Yes.” I replied, looking at the floor.

“What was I doing at the time?”

“You were…I mean..” I looked at the ceiling…” You were having a pee, ok? Outside. By the stables”

I thought I caught a brief look of satisfaction for a second, as if this had been bothering her.

She took another gulp.

“Did you enjoy what you saw?”

I sighed.

“Yes.”

“And did you masturbate then too?”

I squirmed in my seat. This was so embarrassing!

“Yes I did, but not then. Later.”

“I see. The trouble is, how can we trust you not to spy on us again?”

“I won’t. Never again!” I shook my head.

She shook hers too, slowly.

“No, Steve. I don’t believe you. As soon as you leave here you’ll be up to your old tricks again.”

How to convince her? There was an awkward silence.

“Want to know what I’ve been doing all afternoon?”

The question suddenly threw me. What was she talking about now?

“I’ve been outside sunbathing. Tina came over and we had a few drinks.”

“That’s nice,” I commented lamely. She looked at her glass.

“Do you know what I need to do now?”

I shrugged. She glanced up and looked me straight in the eye.

“I need to use the toilet.”

I reddened slightly.

“It’s ok, I won’t try to watch.” I smiled weakly.

She fixed me with a penetrating stare, and spoke softly but sternly.

“Oh yes you will, Steve. You’ll watch, and you’ll do exactly what I tell you.”

I couldn’t believe what she’d just said, and found myself just nodding dumbly.

She got up from her seat.

“Follow me.”

We made our way down her hall to what was her downstairs bathroom. Tastefully decorated with terracotta flooring. She ushered me inside and shut the door, locking it. My heart was beginning to race.

She positioned herself in front of the toilet, standing.

“Now. I want you to take off your clothes. All of them.” A ghost of a smile played over her lips for a moment. ” We don’t want you running away, do we?”

I complied. I stripped off down to my underpants, then hesitated.

“Come on, Steve. Let’s see what you’re made of.”

I lowered them with embarrassment. Due to the expectation, my cock was already swelling. I noticed her gaze fixed on it.

She slid the bath mat across the floor with her foot.

“Kneel down.”

I knelt, looking up at her. Without a word, she began to undo the remaining buttons at the front of her dress, up to her waist. I was fascinated, and could feel my cock becoming harder. She slowly parted it, and wrapped her skirt around her waist, tying it loosely. As her tanned plump thighs were suddenly exposed to my gaze I felt my erection become complete. I saw now that beneath her skirt she was wearing a pair of tie-side yellow bikini briefs, and the small triangle of material seemed strained tight over her pussy.

“So, Steve are you going to show me what you do when you watch a woman pee?”

I gulped, and gently placed my hand around my cock. It was so sensitive I thought I was going to cum there and then, but I closed my eyes briefly, and began to masturbate gently and slowly. Regaining control, I opened my eyes again.

Her hand had dropped to her navel, and was placed on it with her fingers spread. As I watched, she slowly began to move it up and down, the fabric of her bikini becoming alternately stretched then rucked. She took a deep breath.

“I really need to pee, Steve.”

“Do it! Please Annie!” I pleaded. She smiled in satisfaction back at me.

She turned her attention to the bow on the side of her briefs, and slowly pulled the free end. Her panties fell away, and I struggled against my approaching orgasm. Her pussy was everything I dreamed it would be. She was hairy- light brown- in a perfect triangle.

“Oh God!” I whispered, and she smiled.

“You like?”

“Oh yes!” I managed to gasp out.

She began to walk toward me, her chubby thighs rippling slightly as she walked.

She came closer, until she was stood with her crotch level with my eyes. I was suddenly aware of her scent, musky.

I also took delight in being reacquainted with her labia, which I saw now were distinctly wet. She was as excited as I was!

She resumed her gentle massage, her fingers outstretched.

I heard her speak, and as she did so I noticed her breathing had changed. Heavier.

“I can’t hold it much longer!”

We were both gasping gently- me with my attempts to stop myself coming, and her struggling to hold back her wee. In the end, neither of us succeeded.

Suddenly she exclaimed.

“Oh,” and an uncontrolled squirt of pee shot from between her pussy lips, most of it splashing on to my chest. It felt so warm! The air was suddenly filled with the scent of piss; and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

She regained control for a moment and looked down, her fingers now gently stretching her pussy. As she relaxed, another more controlled jet of her pee splashed strongly against me. I came, gasping her name.

Pulse after pulse of my cum flicked upward, flopping into her pubes, over her labia, and the tops of her thighs.

We were both groaning with relief, me from my orgasm, and her from her emptying bladder. I was soaked, and what remained pattered on the hard floor.

“Oh yes!” she gasped at last as the last trickle slowed to a drip.

As I gradually regained my senses, she spoke to me through her relieved breath.

“You made quite a mess over me. I think you ought to lick it off.”

It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse, and although it was odd to taste my own semen, I loved the taste of her pee, warm and brackish. I licked her thighs, then her pussy, taking in another scent and flavor, that of her vagina. I had long imagined this, my tongue probing her warm fragrant crotch! As I became more involved, I reached behind her, holding her big compliant buttocks, pulling her cunt even closer to my mouth.

I pushed my tongue harder between her rubbery pussy lips, then upward, in an attempt to lick her clit. But then she pulled away.

“No. Not there.” She said gently.

She moved back and turned away.

“You can use the shower,” she said primly, ” I’ll mop up in here later. You can let yourself out.”

I caught one last look at her buttocks gently rubbing together as she walked away, then she released her skirt and it fell back. She was gone. I felt somewhat confused, but well satisfied with what had just happened.

I made use of the shower, then dressed. Following her advice, I made my way to the front door, then stopped. I could hear something, breathing, heavy breathing, and distinctly feminine. The door to the living room was open a crack, and that is where the sound seemed to be coming from. Old habits die hard, and I took a peek and smiled to myself.

There, lying on her back on the living room floor was Annie. She was alone, and her skirt was once more hiked to her waist. Although I couldn’t see the details, both her hands met at her crotch and she was obviously masturbating.

Now, call me a fool if you like, but I decided that discretion was the better part of velour on this occasion, and despite my stiffening cock. I left silently. I realized that it was now quite late, and her husband would be home soon. Being caught yet again might not have such enjoyable consequences this time. Of course it was possible that she actually wanted me to see her, in which case there would be other chances, she’d make sure of that.

I would enjoy it all the more if she did.

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Sandra, My Pissing Girlfriend

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

This was to be our first Christmas together. We had been seeing each other for around two months now and were only just beginning to get an idea of what little fetishes would turn on each other. After our last love making session, two nights ago, Sandra had done something incredibly naughty during our bath together. Moving around to my rear she had stood up in the water and started to massage the back of my neck. This had been such a lovely and relaxing sensation that it took my brain a couple of seconds to register the warm spray, which was suddenly flowing over my back.

“My God! Sandra, are you doing what I think you are?” I asked in amazement.

“Hmm. And what would that be?” she asked in a silken tone. 



“Taking a piss over my back, that’s what!” I replied somewhat indignantly. I wasn’t sure at this stage if I liked the idea of my new girlfriend using me for her toilet. I tried to turn around and see for myself if she was actually squirting her pee out of her pussy and over my back. Her massaging fingers suddenly became a strong clasp restraining me where I sat in the bath. The warm stream flowing down my back showed no sign of abating. In fact I could swear that its impact point over my flesh had increased in strength.

“Relax and you might enjoy it,” Sandra whispered. I was tempted to resist her and use my strength to break her grip but then I thought about it. Sandra had already proved to be a more than willing sexual partner and had a fantastically hot body. Just thinking about her naked frame, firm tits and the mass of brown pubic hairs nestled so attractively between her slender legs, was starting to give me a new hard-on.

The warm flowing shower of piss being done over my back continued and I tried to imagine what her pussy must look like as her piss stream flowed out of her lower lips. I must admit that it didn’t feel at all unpleasant and I began to wonder why I had initially protested.

“How do you like it now?” my pissing girlfriend asked. Between her legs and from the base of her hairy muff, her pussy shower was still squirting forth.

“How many of your other boyfriends have you pissed over?” I asked, changing the subject.

The stream of pee being done over my back vanished for a second as she suddenly bent down to whisper in my ear. “All of them.”

“And they didn’t mind you pissing over them?” I asked. My dick was stirring in the bath water, starting to firm up as my excitement began to build.

“No! Not at all. In fact some of them really liked it and they got to have special treats.”

Her hands had resumed her massaging motion around my neck soothing and exciting me at the same time. The warm flow over my back reappeared as she stood back up again and aimed her pissing pussy back at my bare back. I was now fully erect.

“I think like this idea of special treats. What would they be?” I enquired. I placed one hand over my erect member stroking it gently whilst Sandra’s pee stream pattered over my flesh. I could feel the warmth of her legs radiating across the small space between our bodies but this was nothing to the delicious warmth of her piss stream as it flowed down my spine.

“Like letting me pee in your mouth,” she suggested.

“That’s gross!” I spluttered.

“Colin liked it,” she retorted. For a second her piss stream wavered over my back.

“Go on. What else?” I said, not particularly wanting to talk about her ex-boyfriends.

“Maybe I’ll let you pee all over me. I love being pissed on. Or, maybe we could try pissing in naughty places together. That always turns me on.”

“You do that as well?” I gasped in surprise. I could feel her pussy shower beginning to diminish as she reached the end of her toilet over my back.

“Of course I do honey. My friends and me love peeing where we shouldn’t. We can be really naughty girls when we want to be.”

“Go on, tell me some places you’ve done a piss.” I asked now quite eager to hear her stories. Suddenly I realized that I was subconsciously pumping my dick up and down as we talked. I had no idea how aroused her conversation had got me. Somewhat sheepishly I let go and hoped she hadn’t noticed. Unfortunately she had.

“Hmm! It looks like somebody likes the idea of naughty peeing more than he was letting on. Would you like a special treat before I finish my wee?”

I nodded my ascent and I felt her move onto tiptoes in the bath water. Suddenly a new warm flow of piss suddenly arrived over my exposed flesh as Sandra opened up her pee hole to treat the bottom of my hair and the back of my neck to a warm spray of her dying piss stream. The sensation only latest scant moments but I swear my dick grew another inch in response.

Stroking her fingers across my skin Sandra climbed around from the rear of my large bath, coming to stand directly in front of me. I stared longingly at her hairy muff made up from a mass of tight curly pubic hairs. I could see her slit quite clearly with her little clit standing out just at the top. I leaned forward to bring my mouth and tongue up to her waiting lips smelling the scent of her piss upon them. With an initial lick I plunged my tongue into her cunt enjoying every second of licking her pussy. In response Sandra gave out a loan moan as I stimulated her womanhood. In my mind’s eye I was seeing her honey colored stream of urine flowing out of pee hole as she urinated over my back.

Strong hands pushed me away. For a moment I thought this was rejection but then I realized it was because Sandra wanted something more for her pussy. Squatting downwards she brought her moist vagina down to my waiting dick and we achieved union in one slippery motion. Now firmly lodged inside her pussy I started to slowly pump away. Another low moan of pleasure escaped her lips and she reached forwards to kiss me, her tongue flicking over mine. I was beginning to loose myself in the heat of the moment until Sandra gently slid her hands up to cup my head. Breaking our kiss she stared with her intensely blue eyes into mine.

“Do you still want to know where I have peed?” she asked hoarsely.

I nodded unable to speak. I was still thrusting inside her wet pussy, desperate to control my urges and not finish too soon.

“You know that pub we met in? Well me and friends had all peed over the carpet before you came over to chat me up.”

“Rubbish!” I whispered, my breath coming in short pants.

Still looking into my eyes she continued, “We took it in turns. We would crouch down pretending to be looking in our handbag whilst the rest of the group stood guard. Then we would simply squirt our pee out over the floor from under our skirts and nobody was ever the wiser.”


At this stage I was too far-gone in fucking Sandra to even care if she was lying. My imagination was busy at work re-enacting the little scene she had just portrayed. Some of her friends had pretty hot bodies as well as my new girlfriend and the thought of each of them parting her legs before squirting a shower of piss over the pub carpet whilst there were people all around, was just so intense. I was so close to coming now but I was desperate to hold on for longer. Sandra’s face was contorted with ecstasy as my cock slid up and down the walls of her pussy, her grip on my penis stunningly tight and firm.

“I don’t know if I should tell you this,” she gasped. I could sense she too was close to climaxing.

“What?” I managed to blurt out between grunts of pleasure.

“I’ve already peed in your bathroom sink,” she replied, followed immediately by a loud sustained groan as I thrust even deeper into her pussy in response. It was then that my ejaculation flooded out of my dick, shooting into the depths of her pussy and I came. The image of Sandra shooting her golden pee into my bathroom sink had simply been too much. She arrived at her orgasm at the same moment, her body straining against mine as her senses flooded with sexual fulfillment. Her hot tits felt fantastic, her nipples rubbing against my chest as she hugged me even tighter.

“We are going to have so much fun together,” she promised with a breathless whisper into my ear.

I said nothing, simply counting my lucky stars at having met such a woman.

I arrived home to find Sandra waiting for me. She was wearing a knee length, blue dress, which complemented her eyes beautifully. I always thought that not enough women these days wear dresses, which is a great shame. If nothing else a dress enhances a woman’s femininity making them so much more sexually attractive. Anyway, as I entered the room she greeted me with a warm smile before returning to her task of hanging decorations on the Christmas tree.

Approaching her from behind I said “Hello,” in what I hoped was a suitably seductive voice as I put my arms around her waist and drew her close. Her warm body felt gorgeous as it pressed up against mine. Even through the barrier of our clothing. I could feel her wide bum cheeks pressed up against my groin causing my dick to involuntary stir inside the confines of my boxer shorts. She smelt gorgeous, her perfume intoxicating me as I bent forwards to plant a kiss on the side of her supple neck. “Do you know what I want for Christmas?” she asked, continuing her task of decorating the tree.

“What honey?” I enquired releasing her from my grasp. She finished placing her current decoration before turning to me and looking me straight in the eyes in the special way she had, whenever she wanted something naughty.

“I want you to pee all over me,” she said with a seductive smile.

“Okay, let’s go to the bathroom,” I eagerly agreed. By now, I had treated Sandra to several long golden showers during our baths together.

“No. I want you to pee over me here and now!”

“What? All over the carpet,” I gasped.

“Yes and all over my clothes. I want you to whip out your cock and piss all over me right now”

I starred speechless at her. The idea of going to the toilet in my front room was just so radical that I didn’t know what to do.

“Maybe you would like some help?” she asked before reaching down to my trouser fly with her hands. Within seconds she had extracted my dick from my underwear. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she took two steps back.

“I’m waiting,” she laughed looking at the expression on my face. “You do want to give me my Christmas present, don’t you?”

“But it’s not Christmas yet,” I replied reaching down to take hold of my cock with my right hand. I had already decided that I was indeed quite prepared to piss over my girlfriend just like she had requested. However, I thought I might tease her beforehand. In my bladder I was already summoning my pee ready to start spraying Sandra with my hot piss.

“I’ve been a good girl so I think I deserve an early present,” she started to say. She then suddenly gave a scream in shock as the first of my hot golden piss erupted from the end of my dick and shot across the short distance between us and splashed over the front of her dress.

“You naughty boy!” she giggled with delight as she received my golden shower. I stood there busily pissing for all I was worth. I was unable to believe my own eyes as I witnessed my stream of pee shooting out of my dick and flowing through the air before landing on my girlfriend’s body. Her dress was already darkening as it became soaked with my hot pee and I watched on with glee as I traced my flowing pee stream up and down her clothing, seeing the stain grow as I did so.

“Over my tits,” she instructed reaching up to the top of her dress and drawing it away from her body to expose the gorgeous sight of her ample cleavage. I did as I was instructed, glad that I had a good supply of pee in my bladder in order to satisfy her desires. Aiming my dick upwards I traced my golden piss fountain up and over her belly until I managed to reach her exposed tits. Instantly my flowing urine stream starting to wash over the bare skin of her bosom, covering her tits with a running yellow sheen as I pissed for all I was worth. Sandra laughed with her delight as she continued to hold her dress away from her breasts, allowing me to piss inside the material like a urinal. Her outfit was now a completely sodden mess, covered with my spent pee. On the carpet was a similar damp stain where my piss had dripped off her body.

By the look on her face she was enjoying every second of my toilet, reveling in the sensation of being pissed over like a cheap whore. For my own part, I was enjoying every split second of my piss. I was about half way spent by now, my shooting golden shower still flowing strongly out of the end of my dick and crossing through the air to descend on Sandra’s dress and flesh. Slowly she started to pull up the bottom of her dress, exposing more and more bare flesh of her slender legs in the process. I grinned in response and traced the impact point of my piss stream downwards towards her hands and rim of her dress. Within seconds she had exposed her white panties, which were clung tightly around her thighs and the outline of her hairy pussy. My golden piss shower instantly washed across them staining them yellow as they absorbed my pee.

“That is just so nice!” she said. Her eyes were focused on the sight of my piss stream washing over her hidden muff. Golden rain was now pattering down between her legs as my piss shower ran off her panties and fell downwards to cause the piss stain on the carpet to grow even further. I was almost spent now and my flowing stream of hot pee was showing signs of diminishing. Not wanting to waste this opportunity, Sandra dropped to her knees and moved closer to me. Within seconds she was lifting my half erect member and moving it up to her mouth. I gasped in shock as she placed it inside her open mouth. She gurgled something unintelligible as she drank from my bell end. Her hands reached to my groin and slowly she started to massage my balls giving me an immediate erection. She struggled for a second to keep my dick in her mouth before she resumed her drinking and licking motion, taking the last of my piss down her throat and into her body. The effect it had on me was striking and I found myself already close to shooting my white load. Desperately I tried to hold back but it was in vain. The incredible experience of pissing over my fully clothed girlfriend in my front room before being subjected to an incredible blowjob was simply too much. Barely seconds after my pee hole closed at the end of my erect dick it was opening again to shoot out my hot white cum which Sandra had no problem excepting in her open mouth.

As soon as she had finished tasting my spunk, she was on her feet yanking down her yellow, piss stained panties and revealing her matted triangle of brown pubic hairs.

“My turn,” she whispered hoarsely as she yanked open the front of my shirt. Firm hands pushed me down to a kneeling position on the floor whilst she positioned her muff up to the opening of my shirt and my exposed chest. Within seconds she was treating me to a hot golden shower of her own, which squirted strongly out of her muff. The sensation of having her piss wash over my skin before running down the inside of my shirt was electric. I stared at the thick golden stream of pee flowing out of her pussy lips and thinking that I had never seen anything so beautiful. I was even quite tempted to bend forwards and except her shower of piss into my mouth but having just exhausted my sexual passion, I thought it better just to relax and enjoy the show.

By the time Sandra had finished using my open shirt as a urinal, I was almost erect again. She noticed my hardening member and smiled sweetly as she lowered her body downwards against mine, allowing her hardened nipples to brush against my lips on the way. Once on the floor she turned and adopted a ‘doggy’ position offering up her wide bum cheeks and pussy hole to my waiting penis. I wasted no time and slid into her moist pussy and started eagerly pumping away.

We fucked away like two horny teenagers, our love making taking place on the piss stained carpet that was now completely soaked from our two separate toilets. As I came again I collapsed in an exhausted heap on the floor, warm piss squelching in the fabric of the carpet as I rolled around. Sandra was bringing herself to orgasm with two probing fingers and I watched happily on as I got to watch her masturbate. Needless to say it took us ages to clean us the mess we had made but we both agreed it had been more than worth it. What a fantastic new way to celebrate our first Christmas together.

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