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    So there I was..feeling like I held all the power. I could decide whether to be nice, and use the loo, or naughty and piss somewhere in Cass's living room. With the other girls all making suggestions as to where I could go, & me pretending to be unsure as to whether to have a naughty piss or use a toilet (lets be honest, I was always going to naughty piss) I felt in a very privileged position.. There were two reasons I was pretending to be unsure; firstly, if you are going to be extremely naughty and piss over your friend's carpet or wherever, it's probably best that you at least make it look like you have some pretence of it being something you were talked into by others, or by circumstance. You don't want to appear too immediately keen to do it.....you never know when the tables might be turned. But secondly, and for me anyway even more importantly, is it just builds the naughtiness. You have 5 or 6 girls...all really keen to know if you'll have a naughty piss somewhere you shouldn't, somewhere really naughty and 'unladylike'..... I love that word. You're in control and it feels great. They're all keen to know whether you're going to do it, for conflicting reasons. One of them doesn't want you to do it and is desperately hoping you'll use a proper toilet like a good girl..the others all want you to treat yourself, give in to the temptation and have a wee-wee somewhere you know you shouldn't....so why not enjoy that anticipation. 'A pleasure deferred is a pleasure increased' is a phrase you rarely hear nowadays in this 'everything now' culture, but it is so true. The thought of having a naughty piss somewhere in Cass's room..the tingle of anticipation, the thrill of choice and of listening to my friends call out suggestions. This was almost as good as the actual piss, and I wanted to enjoy it as long as I could. I also wanted to be absolutely at bursting point when I finally went. Knowing that relief was at hand; that although I was bursting, I would be able to piss whenever I needed to, took away the negative feelings you have when you need a wee but are nowhere near a loo and fear embarrassment and shame. There was none of that here; there would only be acclaim and cheering from the vast majority of the room, so I could wait until the last possible second before spraying an incredibly powerful jet that the girls would love. Again the anticipation of that was amazing..another pleasure worth deferring, the acclamation of my peers. Or pee-rs to be more accurate!!!! It would be amazing to hear their response. Plus the longer I could wait the more I'd be able to piss for, and the greater impact it would have. I wanted to soak my chosen target with every possible drop, so every minute I could hold on meant I would have more ammunition for my naughty pee..and I knew I could hold a few more minutes at least, if I kept my hand shoved in my crotch. So I waited and listened as the girls made suggestions "She said anywhere but her carpet..what about one of her beautiful vases?" yelled Jessica "You cow!" yelled Cass at Jess and then to me "don't even think about it" "I could bring her kettle through and you could go in that" suggested Nikki "Don't listen to them" said Cass "PLEASE just use the toilet" "There's always the curtains..they look expensive" suggested Michelle "oh..or one of her books from the bookshelf" suggested Debbie "will you guys just shut the fuck up and stop giving her ideas?" yelled Cass, futilely I was quite surprised no-one suggested the sofa. Maybe they thought that would appear too much. After all it was not a cheap sofa, so maybe they, who weren't actively into naughty pissing like me, felt that was going too far. Mind you Renee hadn't made any suggestion at all..there was always the possibility she had thought of it and was keeping it to herself. After all if I did piss on the sofa, how would she top that? She couldn't. But equally she might have not mentioned it as she thought it was beyond the pale too. Was I crossing the line?. Thing is, I knew it would be amazing to wee on a sofa. I'll be honest, I've wanted to do it ever since I was a little girl. It just seems so wrong..so bad..so exciting and dangerous. But could I really? Cass was my mate....but then again we would make it right with her afterwards and 3 girls had already had a wee-wee on her carpet..including Cass! But given that the others hadn't suggested using her sofa as my toilet, would I cause too much shock? Would it suddenly go quiet, like when everyone is exchanging banter and someone goes that bit too far and there's an awkward leaden silence. What if I did it and they turned on me? I was still debating this when Sarah gently said "Maybe she's had enough..can you make it to the toilet Sophie?" Everyone looked at me. To be honest I wasn't sure..maybe I could have..but there was no way I was going to. The one place I wouldn't be pissing was a loo..what a waste of an opportunity that would be. But equally maybe the sofa was a step too far. I made a decision. "I don't think so....maybe I could use a vase?" The other girls began to giggle and murmur and I was feeling good about myself for overcoming temptation. The vase piss would be naughty but it would wash out really easily and Cass would be grateful. Michelle reached out and picked up the opaque blue vase and handed it to me. "No" yelled Cass "you are not going to piss in my vase..I absolutely forbid it..just use the toilet you selfish bitch!" Now..I know Cass didn't mean anything by the use of that word...and I know she was just trying to save her stuff, as I would have in her position, but in my mind I now knew I had desperately wanted an excuse to soak her sofa. I needed a reason to be able to give that sofa a thorough drenching in my fresh hot wee-wee. I had just wanted or needed an excuse.. any excuse.... to allow my conscience to say 'you are allowed to do it'..and she had given me it. In reality most of my brain, and other parts of me had effectively tied up my conscience and put a gun to it's head and told it to give me the okay..and this really was the flimsiest of reasons to justify using my friend's sofa as my personal toilet...but it worked. I decided right there and then I was going to do it..I had made up my mind now..there was no going back. If my friends thought I'd gone too far, if I lost Cass's friendship..all these rational objections were overriden by the thought that this was the one chance I would have to live out my fantasy of ruining another girls' expensive sofa..so I just could not turn it down. Not that I was going to reveal my hand too soon..revenge being a dish best served cold, unlike my piss..which would be served hot and fresh from me and onto her precious sofa. "Okay" I said.. "you win. I will try and make it to the loo..but if none of you are offended I'm going to take my skirt and knickers off here..when you're near the loo itself you need to go even more so the last thing I need to be doing then is trying to get my clothes down". The great benefit of this lie was it had a lining of truth..desperation really does increase the closer you get to a loo so if I was going to use the loo, it made sense for me to strip off here. But of course I had no intention of using a boring real toilet. There were several glum faces as I gingerly sat down on the sofa....the gingerly sitting wasn't acting either..I really was absolutely bursting for a wee, and I didn't want to waste any of my precious cargo. The glum faces told me they had believed my story too and thought they wouldn't get to see another naughty piss. "Close your eyes if you like" I said as I began to disrobe.. but no-one did. All eyes were fixed on me, and I have to say I quite enjoyed that, as I undid my shoes and removed them, before unhooking my short black skater skirt and throwing it off. Now..I bet if I asked you what colour knickers you were wearing you wouldn't be able to tell me without checking (you'd probably want to ask what the hell business of mine it was too, but we'll leave that for now) . You don't remember the panties you're wearing do you? Unless you're selecting underwear especially for a date that might lead somewhere! But day to day you just pick the first clean pair you find..or at least I do. So imagine my delight when I saw I was wearing my 'little miss naughty' panties. How perfect. I do like them..they're cheeky, and normally no-one (except my hubby if he's around when I'm dressing) knows I am wearing them. I get a little frisson of excitement when I wear them in the school where I teach. It's silly really, but it just feels quite sexy. Because we all know the connotation when a grown woman wears panties that say 'little miss naughty' and they aren't paying homage to Roger Hargreaves! So that slightly risque notion always gives me a warm glow.. and in fact when I do spot I'm wearing them at work, when I peel them down when having a wee in the loo, I often imagine a situation where all the kids and other teachers have left, and it's just me and I'm able to find somewhere very naughty in the school to wee. I've never done it of course. (far too dangerous) but when wearing my 'miss naughty' panties, I often think about doing it..and so for me to be wearing them today, of all days..well that was special. I was going to be very naughty..but not in the sexual connotation usually associated with a grown up woman being 'naughty' ..I was going to be really naughty ..I was going to piss on a sofa. to be continued
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    I was walking in the woods and came across an abandoned toilet. No idea why it was there. Would appear that someone dumped it - except, it was a fair distance from any road. Anyway, I thought it was an opportunity not to be missed, so I peed in it. It felt good to pee in a toilet but totally in the open air. Of course, I couldn't flush though! Unfortunately, I had to cut it short as a bloke walking his dog appeared on the adjacent path. Another day, I was in a hotel and saw someone had left a dirty plate on a window sill in the corridor. I was wearing a coat, so I slipped my cock out of my jeans under the cover of the coat, then walked up to the window and pretended to look out of the window whilst I was peeing into the bowl. I didn't completely empty my bladder, but left a nice bit of pee in the bowl. You can see in the pics the position of the window and the bowl and then the bowl after adding pee sauce to the dish.
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    Chapter 7 – The return of the Fairy Godmother and the journey Cindy was excited by the prospect of going to the ball on Saturday but was conscious of the Fairy Godmother’s strange request to find a pumpkin, 6 white mice and two frogs. She still wasn’t convinced that she hadn’t dreamed the whole thing, but she set about the task. The pumpkin was easy – they were growing in the kitchen garden, so she selected a large one and brought it into the kitchen. The frogs were a little more difficult. She managed to find frogs in the pond in the grounds, but they were slippery customers and she struggled to catch them. Eventually she managed and kept them in a small barrel in the kitchen. The only option that Cindy could think about for the white mice were those which Gertrude kept as pets in a cage in her room. On Saturday afternoon whilst Esmerelda, Gertrude and Grizella were getting ready for the ball, Cinderella offered to clean out the cage. Gertrude was dismissive as she was more interested in getting ready for the ball. So, it was easy for Cindy to take the cage away down to her kitchen. At 4pm, Cindy was in the kitchen when once again a loud “CRACK” made her jump and she turned to see the Fairy Godmother stood there sparkling in her white gown. “I have come to make your dreams come true. Do you have the items that I requested?” Cindy curtseyed slightly and showed the Fairy Godmother the requested items. “Very good, you have done well my child. Now first we have to do something about your clothes. My magic is a little unconventional in method, but very effective. Close your eyes and face away from me.” Cindy did as she was asked. Meanwhile, behind her, the Fairy Godmother lifted up her long dress and spread her labia, arching her back. She released a short burst of golden sparkling urine which sprayed in a fan pattern over the back of Cindy’s dress. She stopped as quickly as she started and allowed her dress to fall to the ground whilst saying some strange words: “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo”. Cindy’s dress grew in length and volume to form a beautiful ball gown and changed colour to a lovely deep yellow. Cindy opened her eyes and was overjoyed with her new appearance. “Oh, Thank you so much, It’s beautiful!”. “You are quite welcome, but we are not finished yet. Sit on that chair and put your feet out in front of you.” Cindy did as she was bid, legs out in front and pulled up her voluminous dress to reveal her old grey dirty sandals. The Fairy Godmother positioned herself over Cindy’s feet and hitched up her dress once again. Cindy was startled as a warm sparkling golden stream fell from between the Fairy Godmother’s legs and bathed her feet and her shoes. At first she was shocked, but then she savoured the warm caressing feeling and felt her tired feet relax and soften and her old grey sandals changed into dainty golden crystal shoes. At that point, Cindy heard a voice from upstairs “We are going now, enjoy your evening stuck in the kitchen!” followed by raucous laughter. “That’s good” commented the Fairy Godmother “We don’t want them to be around for the next bit. “Put the pumpkin, mice and frogs in a box and take them outside on the drive” Cindy at once scooped up the items, putting them in a wooden fruit box, which she carried outside. The Fairy Godmother squatted over the box and hitched up her dress. She released a torrent into the box and again said the words “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo”. Her golden rain poured over the pumpkin and down all the sides, and the mice and frogs started to drink the puddle that formed in the bottom of the box. The Fairy Godmother quickly jumped up and away from the box as the pumpkin started to grow in size and change in appearance until it was transformed into a beautiful golden carriage. The frogs stood upright and grew to form fine footmen and the mice grew into dashing white horses. Cinderella couldn’t believe the sight that she was beholding. The carriage and horses were fit for royalty. The footmen invited her to take her place, so she climbed in and found herself sat on plush velvet seats with silky golden curtains and a golden carpet on the floor. The footmen closed the door and climbed up to the drivers seat in front of the carriage. The Fairy Godmother looked into the window and handed Cinderella a golden ticket to replace the one which had been destroyed. “This ticket is for the VIP experience – it will guarantee you a dance with the prince and you will enjoy the silver service meal instead of the standard buffet. Now enjoy your evening, but I must send you with a warning. My magic does not last for ever – all these things will revert to their former selves at midnight. Be sure to leave the party in good time. The only exception is your shoes, which will remain as a souvenir for you to keep.” “Thank you ever so much, Fairy Godmother, I cannot believe what you have done for me and I will be sure to enjoy the evening and treasure the memories”. With that the carriage departed towards the palace. Cindy savoured her sumptuous surroundings and was excited by the thoughts of what lay ahead as the carriage bumped along the unmade tracks. The bumps made Cindy realise that in all the excitement, she had not made time to relieve herself before leaving home. That now gave her a quandary as she could hardly arrive at the palace and immediately request the use of the royal facilities, but nor could she easily communicate with the coachmen and ask them to stop so that she could pee in the woods before her arrival. Besides, her sparkly shoes and extravagant dress were hardly designed to go into the woods, they would surely be ruined. Cindy considered her plight further, by which time the carriage was leaving the woods and rolling through the town below the palace. The option of peeing in the woods had been taken from her and she was suddenly very worried, that was until she realised that the answer was right there with her. The coach was only a temporary existence. She could find relief inside the coach and nobody would know. She wouldn’t be spoiling the interior because as soon as the coach returned to a pumpkin, her deed would be irrelevant. Her mind made up, Cindy now decided on her options. She could squat on the carpet and spray her pee into the deep pile, but that might mean she would splash her new shoes and if anyone should happen to gaze in the window to see who was travelling in style, they would be sure to find it strange that she were squatted down on the floor. Alternatively, she could wet the seat; that would mean that she would have to get all that ball gown out of the way first, but at least anyone looking in wouldn’t see anything unusual and she was sure that the seat would adsorb all her liquid and keep it from splashing down to her beautiful shoes. Cindy was running out of time and rapidly decided that the seat would be the better option, so she briefly stood up and lifted the back of her dress up high before sitting back down on the luxurious softness of the velvet cushions. She spread her dress around her hiding the naughtiness of what she was doing from anyone who may possibly have seen into the coach. Cindy relaxed as much as she could and felt the pressure building within her. Then she allowed a short spurt of pee to escape, wetting the surface of the velvet and caressing her young womanhood. All seemed to be OK, so she peed some more, gently, slowly allowing her bladder to empty as she felt a warmth spreading under her. Growing in confidence, she fully relaxed and with an increasing hiss, her pee surged forth directly into the cushion beneath her. She continued until she was spent, whereupon, she stayed as she was to allow the last of her pee to soak into the cushion. Cindy then slid across the coach to wiping her pussy on the cushion as she moved. She stood and allowed her dress to fall back into place around her before retaking her seat on the dry side of the carriage. The side of the seat where she had previously been sitting was now displaying a much darker patch in the red fabric. A few moments later, the carriage drew into the palace grounds and Cindy looked out of the window as they pulled up at the steps of the palace. One of the footmen jumped down from the carriage and helped Cindy to dismount. A palace official took her by the hand and led her up the palace steps.
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    Warning, reading this story may seriously affect your ability to view a certain pantomime in the same way ever again. It is also a little lengthy. Chapter 1 – background Cindy Yella was the 18 year old beautiful daughter of Baron Hardup of Hardup Hall; a country estate in a beautiful wooded part of the world. Cindy’s mum had died young and the Baron had re-married to Esmeralda, who had two daughters; Gertrude (21) and Grizella (19). Esmeralda was herself beautiful and had entrapped the Baron with her good looks and charms, however, once they were married and the Baron went away on long business trips, she showed her true colours and turned against Cindy, who she thought was a threat to her own daughters. Cindy was forced to do all the work around the large house, lived in cellar where the kitchen and scullery were located and only came out to do chores for her stepmother and stepsisters. Whilst in the cellar, she found that she could keep herself to herself and nobody bothered her. She liked it that way. Chapter 2 - The lazy ladies One evening in winter, Gertrude and Grizella were relaxing in the drawing room with their mother, sitting by the fire. They had been drinking copious amounts of wine and were a little worse for wear. Esmeralda had been feeling her bladder getting fuller for sometime but was reluctant to get up and leave the fireplace to go to the cold toilet room and release the building pressure. She finally had to go and stood up to leave. She moaned to her daughters about how inconvenient it was that they had to leave the nice warm fireplace just to pee. Then she said something that surprised the girls: “Do you know, I have half a mind to pee here, but I don’t have a chamber pot.” Then after a pause, “What does it matter, that lazy Cindy can clean it up, she doesn’t do anything” Esmeralda walked over to the corner of the room to the r get of the fire and lifted her copious skirts as she squatted down. Within a couple of seconds a splashing and pattering could be heard as her overfilled bladder released its pent up contents onto the bare stone floor as the girls looked on gobsmacked. “What are you looking at?” Quizzed Esmeralda. “You have seen me pee enough times before!” “Yes, maybe in the woods or in the chamber pot, but never on the floor” exclaimed Grizella. “What’s the difference? It can be mopped up. Cindy can deal with it later” “Well, that does make sense. I was about to go and pee myself. So, ..... would it be ok to follow your lead?” “Well of course. Two puddles are not much harder to clear than one. Do carry on.” By this time, Esmeralda’ jet was dwindling and the puddle was spreading out from under her skirts. She gave a quick bounce and stood up, allowing her full skirts and petticoats to fall back into place. Any stray drips being adsorbed by the petticoats as she sat back into her comfy chair. Grizella, was getting a little excited about the prospect of making the usual ordeal of peeing so much simpler. She stood and headed to the corner to the left of the fire where she followed her mother’s example and squatted above the waiting stone floor. “Oh that’s disgusting” exclaimed Gertrude. “You can’t pee there”. “Why not? Mother just did and we have been drinking a lot, so it is not like it is going to smell much or anything”. Grizella opened her flood gates. She lifted the front of her skirt and Gertrude could see her sister’s muff spraying a fan of pee in front of her, splashing down onto the waiting stone and also splashing her legs. “There you go”, said Esmeralda. “That’s so much better isn’t it.” Grizella sighed with relief “I don’t know why we haven’t done this before!” As she finished, she stood and held her skirt up a little as she walked away from the scene of her pee before letting her skirts fall back into place. “Well I am not stooping to your level” said Gertrude. As she stood and left the room, walked down the draughty corridor and squeezed herself and voluminous dress into the small chamber room, where she fought with her dress to lift everything high enough to sit on the toilet. Well, toilet may be a grand term for the contraption. All it was really was a wooden box with a hole cut in the top. The hall had been built to incorporate the device in an overhang which was over the outside walls and bodily excretia dropped to a stream below to be swept away from the hall. The icy drafts blew up from below and caused Gertrude some discomfort as she relieved herself, her own stream falling unhindered from the toilet and blowing away in the wind. The wind was strong, so most of it ended up being blown against the outer walls of the hall and adding to the streaks already present from years of use. When she finished, she straightened herself as best as possible in the confined space and returned to the drawing room. She saw her mother and sister enjoying another glass of wine and was slightly jealous that they hadn’t had to go through her ordeal. “Be a love and ring the bell, Gerty” her mother requested. Gertrude obediently pulled the cord which rang the servants bell in the cellar. Shortly after, Cindy appeared. “Yes m’lady” “Fetch us some more wine and you may need a bucket and mop - we’ve had a little spillage” Esmeralda said as she indicated the two puddles either side of the fireplace. As the evening wore on, the sisters and their mother became more drunk. They finally decided to head for bed, but they all needed to pee again. Esmeralda had no hesitation in backing up to the fireplace, lifting her skirt and peeing from a high squat onto the fire to quench it for the night. She did a good job with a high volume pee impacting the embers and instantly creating clouds of steam. Grizella repeated her performance of earlier, but this time she squatted directly in front of the chair as she was heading to bed, so the puddle wouldn’t cause her any issues. The uneven floor caused much of her pee to run backwards under the chair, where it would no doubt dry before being cleared up. Gertrude decided that if this was now accepted, she wasn’t going to repeat the trauma of going to the freezing chamber room, so she slid forward on her chair, bunched her skirts up behind her and after a bit of nervous pause, managed to release her bladder. Her nerves an uncertainty meant that she peed slowly and a fair bit of her pee ran down her bum cheeks to the front of the chair, the onwards down the upholstered front of the chair to the floor. The other two hadn’t realised what she was doing until she relaxed a bit and her stream increased, leaving her body with a distinctive hiss. Soon she was peeing a forceful stream directly onto the floor. “There you go” commented Esmeralda, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Secretly, Gertrude was actually enjoying her new found freedom and felt a tingling down there which she might just have to attend to in the privacy of her bedroom. They left the mess and retired for the evening, knowing that Cindy would be up before them and would clear up before it would cause them any issue in the morning. Chapter 3 - Cindy’s revenge Over the next few weeks, Cindy kept finding puddles around the place and dutifully cleared up as was expected, but she quietly resented the additional work and wished she could have the same freedom. She knew she couldn’t pee and leave it as she would be scolded, but she found that she could exact revenge in other subtle ways. On Tuesday, it was laundry day. Cindy dutifully collected the ladies’ clothes from their bedroom and brought them to the scullery. She knew she would not be disturbed as nobody else came down there. After Cindy had washed the clothes, she laid some of the girls’ best dresses on the floor and stood over them. She lifted her ragged dress and squatted down, releasing her own washing fluid onto the dresses. She took great pleasure in moving her body around to spray as much of the dresses as possible until they were well and truly soaked. She then left them to air dry before returning them to their owners with a faint, barely detectable odour. When she next saw the girls wearing the dresses, it gave her great pleasure to know that they were wearing her pee. Cindy was also finding it to be a pain to go upstairs from the cellar kitchen to the draughty toilet for a pee, so she started taking a leaf from her stepsisters book and finding other options - but ones where she wouldn’t need to clear up. The most common one was the scullery sink. Sometimes there would be pots and pans in the sink waiting to be washed, but that didn’t worry her. She would pull up her rags, reverse up to the sink and let fly all over the pots. After all, it helped to give them a pre-soak. Over time, Cindy resented her stepsisters more and more. She had a wicked idea and decided to pee a bit in their broth. Just a little at first. They didn’t notice. So next time it was a bit more. Still they didn’t complain. She upped the anti and started regularly peeing in the water that was used to cook vegetables, add her own flavour to soups and stews and even sometimes she would take a goblet of wine for herself and top up the bottle by holding it to her muff and releasing her bladder into it. As long as she served that bottle of wine once they were already drunk, they didn’t seem to notice. Chapter 4 - A walk in the woods Cindy had to go out in the woods to collect firewood. She had been out for a couple of hours when she felt the need to relieve herself. She was no stranger to peeing outside as she often ended up staying out for hours just to avoid her annoying stepmother and stepsisters. There was rarely anyone around these parts of the woods, so she didn’t worry too much about hiding herself. She simply squatted down where she was, lifted her ragged dress, exposing her naked bottom to the elements and released her bladder onto the mossy carpet of the woodland floor. However, on this particular occasion, just as she had assumed the position it happened that Prince Charming was out riding his horse and rounded a bend in the path to be greeted by the sight of Cindy’s beautiful derrière in the distance. He was mesmerised and quietly rode a bit nearer. Cindy didn’t notice as she was facing the other way. The Prince silently enjoyed the vision unfolding before him with Cindy’s pale cheeks on show and a glistening stream falling gently and almost silently to the springy moss below her. As the Prince was captivated by the beautiful sight, his horse whinnied. Cindy was startled, jumped up and turned to see the the well dressed gentleman and was mortified that he had caught her in full flow. She curtsied an apology and fled into the thick woods. The prince called after her to stop, but she knew the woods too well and was quickly gone. Over the next few days, the Prince couldn’t get the vision out of his mind and he was determined to meet this girl again, but How could he do that. He didn’t know her name or where she lived. He rode around that area over the next few days but didn’t see her anywhere. Then he came up with the idea of throwing a ball and inviting every lady in the area. Chapter 5 - The invitations Cindy was sweeping the hallway when the great door bell rang. She went to answer it and was greeted by a well dressed man who said he was representing Prince Charming. She showed him in to the Drawing room where Grizella, Gertrude and Esmeralda were sitting having morning coffee. The Prince’s aide announced the Prince’s decree that all ladies should attend a ball that Saturday evening and provided invitations for the four of them. The girls all got very excited, including Cindy, who had never been to a ball or seen the Prince (she didn’t know who it was who had seen her in the woods). No sooner was the Prince’s Aide gone than Grizella turned on Cindy saying “Well don’t think for a minute that you are going! The Prince wouldn’t want to see a scruff like you and you don’t have a dress!” Gertrude continued “And anyway, who is going to stay and clean the house? You will have so much to do that you won’t have the time.” Esmeralda snatched the ticket from Cindy’s hands “This is what your ticket deserves” as she tore it in half and threw it on the floor, then she proceeded to squat over it and pissed a torrent right there in the middle of the room so that the ticket became a soggy mess in a growing puddle. Cindy fled from the room down to the cellar where she slumped in a corner and wept. __________ That's as far as I've got. More to follow shortly.
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    Love this pic. Its so full of happiness and joy. ?
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    3 days, 5hours, 33minutes, omg I’m giddy like a school girl
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    I wish I could rate this more than once, I absolutely love it! It was beautifully written and you did an amazing job creating suspense! I love how none of the other girls know what Sophie is about to do, they're in for quite a shock! Can't wait for the next part. Thank you!
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    This story is a continuation of the stories with my characters Nina and Katie. Thank you so much for your continued feedback and criticism -- you all have been very welcoming and accepting of my stories! Without further ado... This story contains content that may be objectionable to some, namely themes of vandalism, theft, and malicious intent. All characters and events are works of fiction. Thank you! Pee Vandalism with Nina and Katie - Stress Relief --------------------- "For fuck's sake, Nina! Make up your mind!" Katie squirmed around as her raven-haired friend calmly walked around, meandering between the designer lingerie and formalwear. "I thought we came out to make me feel better, but you're just pissing me off!" Nina turned to look at her blonde bestie and flashed an innocent smile. It was true after all -- Katie had been in a bad mood because her client last night insisted on watching her repair his leaky faucet; she had no opportunities for the naughtiness she so looked forward to during her jobs. To help lift her spirits, Nina decided to take her friend to the immense shopping mall downtown. "I think I'm juuust about done," Nina replied coyly to Katie who was now bouncing around. Since the department store they were in wasn't crowded in the least, Nina knew that Katie wouldn't hesitate to squat down on the carpet and relieve herself in plain sight if she reached her limit. After picking out one more dress from the shelf, Nina motioned to Katie with her head. "Okay, I'm ready!" Katie grumbled something inaudible as she hopped over to Nina. As she looked at the clothes Nina had chosen, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "WHY did you pick so many? You know this store is hella expensive and I swear you just went and picked up the most expensive shit!" By now, Nina was grinning widely. "Yup!" she winked as she grabbed her friend by the arm and hastily led her -- not to checkout -- but to the fitting rooms. As she closed an empty stall's door behind them, Nina could see Katie's eyes start to light up as she began to put two and two together. "Well?" Nina asked with a smirk. "You have to piss right?" Nina knew her friend well. She knew that the best way to raise Katie's spirits was to let her fuck things up in her own kinky way. She knew that there was nothing that gave Katie more pleasure than to vandalize things at the expense of others for her own relief -- the more destructive, the better. The added bonus for such impish behavior in the mall of all places was the fact that someone would inevitably have to clean up after the girls... but this was of no concern to them. For the first time that day, Katie smiled. "Ninaaaa you're such a dirty bitch!" Katie laughed approvingly as she began to unzip her black sports jacket. Prepared as always, the athletic young blonde surprised her friend by revealing the fact that she was not wearing underwear. Beneath her jacket, she wore the shortest of skirts -- if it could even be called that as it displayed Katie's pussy in full view -- and nothing else. With her jacket open, Katie stood topless with her breasts out and no fabric to interrupt the urine that she so desperately wanted to release. Still, Katie controlled herself. "Whatcha get, then?" Katie asked as she hastily continued to bounce in place. "Seriously, check out the price tags on these!" Nina exclaimed as she held up the designer lingerie that she had picked out. "You'll like this one!" she quipped as she showed Katie a crotchless white thong that somehow just seemed to make the act they were about to commit more disrespectful. "Nice!" Katie grinned as she ripped off the tag and pulled it on. "As for the dresses..." Nina continued with a smirk, "just piss on em. I chose the most expensive ones they had!" Nina could see Katie's nipples hardening as her friend was no doubt imagining herself ruining such expensive merchandise with her pee. Horny at the thought as well, Nina began to strip her own clothing off to stand in front of Katie in the nude. Then, after carefully hanging her clothes and Katie's jacket on the door hanger, Nina also proceeded to don some of the lingerie that was about to be ruined -- more white articles of clothing made out of the finest textiles. Finally, Nina neatly laid the dresses out all over the carpet, in clear shot of Katie's shaven pussy. Altogether, hundreds of dollars of garments adorned the floor. Katie was now breathing heavily, clearly savoring the moments building up to her naughtiness. As the blonde yet struggled to prolong this anticipation, a few droplets of amber began to patter down onto the silken white gown directly beneath her. Nina provocatively knelt down in front of her friend, popping a nipple out of her bra and running her fingers over her covered pussy. "Pee." Nina murmured seductively. Katie let out a small moan as she squat down slightly and began to spray her warm urine all over the clothes on the floor -- including those worn by Nina. The stream soon became an audible hiss and she peed with enough force to send drops of yellow ricocheting across the stall. Nina found herself awash with ecstasy as Katie's warm piss danced across her body and the fine textiles beneath her. Her friend was quite intentionally swaying her hips from side to side to leave nothing in the room unsoaked. The walls were dripping with urine, the carpet beneath them began to squelch, the lighter colored garments were stained an unsightly yellow, ...and her friend was still peeing. Thoroughly enjoying every moment, Katie got down on her hands and knees while continuing to pee steadily. She arched her back and aimed her round little tush (which was nicely accentuated by her useless thong) towards the clothes that could still soak up some of her urine. Holding the sopping articles in her hands, she held them up to her peeing pussy to cause maximum damage, and continued to do so until her stream slowed to a small trickle before stopping completely. "Ahh!" Katie let out a satisfied sigh, showing no signs of remorse for having destroyed hundreds of dollars worth of clothing purely for her pleasure. Indeed, nothing in the small fitting room lay dry. The garments were a sopping mess, the carpet was saturated with her piss, and even the walls showed urine stains that may or may not clean off. Nina ran her hands through her hair -- she was covered in her friend's piss, and the experience only made her hornier. She snapped off her bra and panties by ripping through the delicate fabric, casually tossing them into the pile of soaking fabric. "Here, let me get you something to wipe with!" Nina giggled mischievously as she tore the fabric from one of the dresses to hand her friend. Katie laughed as she accepted the obviously wet piece of fabric and ran it across her pussy nonetheless. She then tore off the thong that had been so powerless to stop her urine, scrunched it up, and tossed it into the pile as well. "Well that felt DAMN good!" Katie exclaimed, obviously in much better spirits. "Let's get dressed and get out of here!" Since Katie wasn't quite as soaked as Nina, she quickly slipped on her skirt and covered her exposed skin with her jacket. She then stepped out of the stall, peered around, and snatched up a cute little sweater to bring back to Nina. "Here, dry yourself off with this." Nina did as she was told, dropped the sweater to the floor, and dressed herself to leave the scene of the crime. Now that Katie had set the mood, Nina now had to plot some naughtiness of her own... "Yep, I know that look," Katie smiled as she hurriedly left the store with her friend. "You need to take a piss now too. Don't worry, I think I know just the place!" Nina stood wide-eyed in front of the store her friend brought her to. "A bookstore?!" Nina gasped as her face began to redden. "Aw don't worry!" Katie chuckled, "I've pissed here before! The place is huge and there's no one ever around. Plus," Katie added with a mischievous smile, "the place has rows and rows of toilet paper for you to pick from!" This seemed to sell Nina on the idea. Not only was she too horny to actually care, the idea of defiling books of all things proved too tantalizing to handle. Plus, this was a perfect opportunity for her to use her new article of clothing. "Surprise!" Nina announced sweetly as she pulled out a white crotchless thong from her handbag. It was identical to the one Katie had worn earlier, but it clearly hadn't been worn. "You little minx!" Katie laughed in amusement. Nina had stolen it from the store -- an activity that neither girl was a stranger to -- and now she clearly intended to use it. "You saw the price!" Nina giggled as she quickly slipped into a corner of the bookstore. Katie had been right -- the store was practically empty and Nina had no problem staying out of sight as she tugged off the black panties that she wore under her own skirt and put on the thong. "The fresh air on my pussy feels nice," Nina whispered to Katie with a laugh. "Now let's see... what do I want to piss on?" Katie was excited. Since Nina was wearing a skirt, it wouldn't be hard to be discreet while peeing unhampered with underwear. As Nina set out to find a secluded area as far as possible from the checkout counter, Katie browsed around for books that would be fun to vandalize. Without paying any attention to the titles themselves, Katie walked around the aisles looking only at the prices. After some deliberation, the naughty little blonde picked out a large book with elegant gold-tipped pages. Plenty of absorbent material here. Nina settled on an aisle towards the back of the store that offered large bookshelves filled with heavy books that would hide her misdeeds. It was about time too -- Nina didn't have the same bladder control as her friend and was starting to feel the desperate urge to relieve herself. "Thanks!" she grinned as Katie came back to hand her the book. "This is perfect!" Slightly disappointed that stripping would prove difficult in the store, Katie instead opted to whip out her phone to make a video of her friend's naughty pee. Nina was now squirming a little bit, clearly intending to hold her bladder for as long as possible. Finally, Nina's little pee-pee dance seemed to become too much for the meek raven-haired girl to bear and Nina hastily put the book on the floor, pages open to soak up any liquids that may be dribbled against them. Then, to Katie's surprise, Nina pulled up her skirt to flash her ass and uncovered pussy, twirled around, and sat down on the book. "You wanted a show, right?" Nina giggled as she wriggled around to feel the pages crinkle beneath her ass cheeks. Clearly caught in the thrill of the act, Nina also pulled up her shirt to flash the camera her erect nipples. "Here it comes~!" Nina whispered in a sing-song voice. Katie watched her friend relax her muscles and began to see her start to dribble a golden stream of urine across the book's pages. Nina was intentionally peeing slowly, but Katie could still make out a soft hiss as Nina's pee began to slowly pool into the book's spine and spread across the pages. Getting bolder about the damage she was causing, Nina then adopted a squatting position and began to pee with more force. Though the sounds were still muffled, anyone in the aisle could clearly make out the telltale sounds of urine splattering against paper. Nina giggled to herself as she reached below her to flip through the pages. As she continued to pee with more force, she watched as her piss quickly saturated page after page before starting to pool around the soggy book into the carpet. Katie watched with glee as the book lay soaked in her friend's pee. But then, as she continued to watch her friend relieve herself, Katie gasped. Nina still had plenty of urine to spare, and was not intent on stopping at ruining just one book. Clearly horny from the vandalism she was committing, Nina stood up and aimed her pussy directly at the books sitting on the shelf in front of her. Unapologetically, Nina pissed strong and hard over the books, treating the entire shelf as if it were her own personal urinal. She swayed her hips from side to side to drench as many books as possible, watching as her urine pooled on the upper shelves only to drip down to the shelves below. She kept this up until her warm spray slowed, and emptied the last of her urine directly onto the carpet below her. Katie sat in awe. This girl was fearless. If anyone had come close to entering the aisle, the two of them would have been caught red-handed. Nina had just ruined an entire shelf of books, doubtlessly causing irreversible damage. Calmly, Nina walked over to one of the books on the shelf opposite to her and ripped out a page. Toilet paper indeed. Gleeful at the added insult to injury, Nina ended up tearing out pages from a couple different books to wipe her pussy with, then promptly dropped them over the sopping book that she had been sitting on. Katie whispered excitedly, "Fuck yeah, girl! Let's get out of here though -- this entire aisle smells like your piss!" As Nina quickly adjusted her clothes to cover herself back up, she accidentally stepped on the book that she had so thoroughly peed over. "What book was this, anyways?" Nina asked, amused at the squelching mess of papers beneath her feet. Katie laughed. "The Bible, you dirty bitch!" She took Nina's hand and began to lead her out of the store before she heard a voice from the counter. "Young ladies?" A kind voice inquired. "Is there anything I could help you two angels find today?" With her heart pounding, Katie quickly thanked the clerk and declined so that they could escape as quickly as possible. When the two girls finally felt far enough away to breathe easy, Katie couldn't help but feel giddy. "Angels, huh?" she giggled, watching Nina smirk. No angels would be caught dead engaging in the sinful lust the two girls had participated in that evening. The girls had ruined an immense amount of property -- they vandalized the belongings of others with their pee for pure pleasure and nothing else. Katie felt aroused at the thought of Nina's book still sitting in the aisle, covered with pee, and the fact that someone else would have to clean up after her horny little escapade. "Feel better, Katie?" Nina asked sweetly, herself feeling satisfied from their actions that day. "...yeah," replied Katie with a smile. "Can't wait to go back next time!"
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    Judit Guerra poses naked for Victor Supertramp photoshoot (2017)
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    “Okay, you have to tell us more,” Jennifer begged. We were working our way through another round of drinks when she said this, and she nearly spilled her drink with excitement. Tara laughed. “Well, what do you want me to tell?” “Anything,” Jennifer said, “about you and Danielle. What else did you do?” “Well,” Jennifer said, “I can tell you about this little ladies night thing, kind of like what we’re doing right now. When I say little, I mean it was like five of us. It was about a month after our night in the dorm room and by this point, as I said, we had become more adventurous with our peeing experiences. The fun started on the cab ride over to the party, though, when Danielle gave me a look and then scooted forward in her seat and slid the back of her skirt up. A few seconds later she was peeing through her panties and it was dribbling quietly over the edge of the seat and to the floorboard. I tried to hide my smile as I checked to make sure the driver was not wise to what was happening. But she didn’t seem worried at all and just smiled. “She had told me earlier that we were going to a little party at her friend Kiki’s house. There were no guys there, just some girls and some drinks. I remembered Kiki from our high school days when a bunch of them spent the night at my house and a game of Truth or Dare became a game to see who could hold their pee the longest. I did not win, by the way. I looked at Danielle and said, ‘Wait a minute, the same Kiki?’ Danielle laughed and any nervousness I felt about going to a party at some stranger’s house was gone now. “We pulled up to this nice two-story house, and I could already see people on the porch, a familiar-looking brunette with long, curly hair and a sporty-looking body, a thinner brunette with straight hair, and another brunette who was obviously older and a little more plus-sized but no less attractive. ‘That’s Kiki’s mom, Cheryl,’ Danielle said. ‘Don’t worry, she’s cool.’ I smiled, and I honestly could not stop looking at this woman who just seemed so classically beautiful, not knock-out hot but just so womanly. ‘Oh, there’s something else,’ Danielle said. ‘I figure I should tell you before you get surprised. Kiki and Cheryl are the ones who got me started with peeing.’” Not even waiting for a pause in Tara’s story, I parted my legs, sighed, and soaked the couch under me. I licked my lips as it swirled around my crotch and she continued. “I know my jaw dropped, but I was smiling, too. ‘So,’ I said, ‘you’re saying there might be some peeing at this girls’ night thing?’ Danielle just smiled at me. ‘I wouldn’t say “might be,”’ she said. I just smiled wider. “We hopped out of the car and right away the curly brunette ran from the porch and greeted Danielle with a big hug and then an unexpected kiss on the mouth. Danielle introduced me Kiki and I both hugged, remembering each other. Pretty soon we were being led onto the porch where I was introduced to Lara, who was the thinner girl, and of course Cheryl. I didn’t mean to stare, but I’m pretty sure I was. But she smiled and greeted me, and I did my best to smile back. “’So,’ Kiki said, ‘did she already tell you?’ I smiled and nodded. ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘and trust me, I’m totally okay with it.’ And to prove it, I stood right there on their porch and soaked my panties.” “Oh my god,” Jennifer said. “You just pissed yourself on a stranger’s porch?” Jennifer was squirming again, and I knew she was holding her pee until she was ready to burst. I also knew she would probably have another orgasm when she did. “Well, they weren’t all strangers. I knew Kiki and Danielle.” “Yeah, but the other two…” “I think that’s why I did it,” Tara said. “Especially Kiki’s mom, Cheryl. She was just looking at me, smiling, and when I let go I could tell she was pleased.” “Tell us more!” Jennifer said. Tara and I laughed at her childlike eagerness. “Well, they all watched me soak my panties and let it dribble down my legs and Lara said, ‘Yep, she’s one of us.’ And we all had a good laugh at that until Cheryl led us inside. It was a nice house, but I smiled when the first thing I noticed was dark furniture, a couch and loveseat obviously vinyl, and dark carpet. Cheryl told me I could take my wet panties off if I wanted and she could wash them, or I could leave them on. I slid them off and was surprised when she just grabbed them like they were her own and walked down the hallway. ‘Make yourself at home,’ Kiki said and pointed to the furniture. “I sat on the couch at the far left end and Danielle sat in the middle next to me with Lara to her right. Kiki sat in the recliner, leaving the empty loveseat for Cheryl. We started talking and reminiscing about our days on the swim team, about how Danielle and I had lucked into becoming roommates in college, about Kiki going to beauty school. Pretty soon Cheryl was back with drinks and food. She had some wine coolers and a tray of cheese and crackers and some vegetables. She sat them on the coffee table and took her place on the loveseat. We munched and talked some more, and I looked over and saw Cheryl sitting up in her seat. ‘Excuse me, girls,’ she said, and we watched her as she unsnapped her jeans, pulled them and her panties down, and sat back into the loveseat. A few seconds later we could hear a hissing sound as she started peeing right into her seat. I watched it dribble out of her and sort of swirl around at her crotch, because the couch was vinyl so it wasn’t going to absorb or anything, but she just sat there and kept pissing, making her puddle bigger until it started dripping over the front and onto the carpet.” “Okay, I’m going to, OHhhhh!” Jennifer screamed, and sure enough a loud, splashing torrent of warm pee flowed out of her and soaked the couch cushion under her. She gasped and scooted back, still blasting the cushion with a steady stream that sprayed her thighs and the couch. I was not surprised when she reached her hand down and touched her vagina, not caring that she was still peeing all over her fingers. I could feel some of it splashing on my bare legs, and I could not help but feel my own pussy getting wet. Tara did not continue talking but was also watching Jennifer. To our surprise, she stood up and came over to Jennifer. Without hesitation, she knelt down right between Jennifer’s knees and allowed her warm pee to spray all over her breasts. Then her lips were on Jennifer’s, who did not stop her and who was still peeing against Tara’s stomach now. I couldn’t help myself any longer and sat back, spread my legs, and started rubbing my clit. Tara saw me and stood up, her breasts and tummy dripping with shiny pee. We all three seemed to be caught up in the mood of her story and everything that had happened so far. “Let me help you with that,” she said. She stepped closer and I watched as she spread her pussy lips. “Keep rubbing,” she said. I obeyed and she sighed as her warm pee squirted out and splashed first my legs and then up to my vagina. I couldn’t hold back a scream as I rubbed harder, feeling her hot stream against my clit and dripping down between my legs. I could see Jennifer kneeling beside me now, with one hand buried between her legs and another reaching out to caress Tara’s ass. When Tara’s flow finally stopped, she knelt down on the floor in front of me. “Let’s masturbate each other,” she said. I took my hand away and looked at Jennifer, who also took her own hand away and scooted closer to me. I reached over and placed my hand between Jennifer’s legs. She did the same for Tara, who already had her hand caressing my vagina. “I have to pee again,” I said. “Go ahead,” Tara said, but she did not stop rubbing. I threw my head back in ecstasy as I let go. The combined feeling of my warm pee dribbling out of me and Tara’s fingers slipping in and out of my vagina and around my clitoris was enough to bring my orgasm hard and fast. I started panting and could hear Jennifer moaning and breathing more heavily. I opened my eyes and looked at Tara, who was still kneeling on the floor, eyes closed and head thrown back as Jennifer rubbed harder and faster. Tara moaned and I could see a clear dribble of pee flowing out of her, all over Jennifer’s and, and to the carpet. This must have set her off because she rubbed me harder, and I gasped and started rubbing Jennifer harder, until my climax came and I threw my head back again, screaming and moaning. Jennifer and Tara joined me. I slumped back into the couch, panting as the last dribbles of my pee warmed the couch again. Tara lay on me, her head on my breasts, and Jennifer slumped onto my right shoulder. “And the night still isn’t over yet,” Tara said. "I need to finish my story."
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    After our wetting experience was over, we all three looked at each other, smiling but also realizing nothing would be the same between us. Tara was the first to break the quiet moment. “More drinks?” she asked. Jennifer and I agreed and Tara reached behind the bar and took out some glasses, a bag of ice, some strawberries, a lime, and the bottle of Bacardi. She took all of this to the blender and was soon making us all daiquiris. She handed mine to me and then Jennifer’s and took her own and walked to the other couch across from us. I took a sip and right away tasted the rum. “Strong,” I said, laughing. Tara just smiled her now-familiar wicked smile. “Okay, so I have to know,” Jennifer said. “How long has this been going on?” “What?” Tara asked. “You know what,” Jennifer said. I took another sip of my drink and laughed. “Out with it,” Jennifer said. “Fine,” Tara said, sighing and taking a sip of her drink. “It started when I was in college. I lived in the dorms, and my roommate was a party girl. I didn’t mind, though, because she never partied in the room, and I met a lot of cute guys through her when I joined her at a few parties. But she came back smashed a lot, like almost every night. There was one night she came in and tried to be quiet, but she made a lot of noise struggling to get up into her bunk. I watched her in the darkness but didn’t say anything to let on that I was awake. She eventually gave up trying to climb the ladder and just stood next to our beds. I heard her curse, and then she said, ‘I don’t really want to stumble all the way out there.’ “I had no clue what she was talking about, assuming she was just really drunk, but I kept watching her. She sighed and walked over to the corner of our dorm room. It was a little tougher to see her in the dark corner, but a few seconds after she stepped over there I heard a soft hissing sound. I tried and tried to figure out what it might be, and every time my brain came back to the same thing. She was peeing on our dorm room floor. I finally had to say something.” “’Uhh, Danielle, what are you doing?’ I asked. She gasped, but she didn’t seem to move from her spot in the corner, and the sound continued. ‘I’m really sorry, Tara. I just really had to pee, and I’m too drunk to make it out to the bathroom. I’ll clean it up in the morning, I swear.’ All I could think to say in return was, ‘Umm…okay.’ I was also amazed that she continued to pee a full hissing stream even while talking to me. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I really had to go. Ohh, that feels much better.’ I still couldn’t see very well, but the sounds of her pleasure and relief were unmistakable. Speaking of relief…” Tara sat up and spread her legs. She sighed and a steady stream of urine sprayed from between her bare pussy and soaked the couch cushion under her. She took another sip of her drink as she continued to warm her seat with a hot gush of pee. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said. “Anyway, back to the story,” she continued, still peeing. “Danielle finally stopped peeing, and I really didn’t know what to say. She walked back over and grabbed her covers and pillow from the top bunk and threw them onto the floor next to our bunks. I noticed she was naked from the waist down. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I understand if you’re grossed out and you want a new roommate, but I had to go.’ I told her it was okay, that it happens sometimes, and she then asked me if I’ve ever been caught short like that. I told her I had, and she pried further until I told her about an accident after work when we were really busy, and we locked up after closing, and I realized too late that I hadn’t used the bathroom. I didn’t make it home, but had to pull off and still ended up wetting my work uniform. Luckily, no one was up when I got home and I changed and showered.” I heard a hissing sound next to me and looked over to see Jennifer licking her lips and sighing. She was sitting normally, though, but the sound and her expressions of relief made it obvious what she was doing. Tara just smiled and continued her story. “So as I’m telling this, I notice movement under Danielle’s covers. She kind of has her legs apart and I gasp when I realize she’s touching herself. ‘Are you masturbating?’ I asked. ‘I am,’ she said. ‘Alcohol makes me randy as hell.’ I laughed. ‘And so does peeing.’ ‘Peeing makes you horny?’ I asked. I was more confused than bothered by it. ‘Well, not like any peeing. It’s not like I get off every time I go to the bathroom. But, like…what I just did…and like in your story…I get off on peeing places I shouldn’t.’ I honestly didn’t know what to say, but I could hear her still rubbing herself like it didn’t even matter that I was right there. And to be honest, I felt kind of horny, too, just from hearing her sighs of pleasure.” I moved in my seat, feeling the pressure in my bladder grow, but I wasn’t ready to release it yet. Tara and Jennifer both looked at me, probably expecting something. “Sorry,” I said, “not yet.” They both laughed. “Anyway, she kept rubbing herself, and in spite of how awkward this whole thing was I found myself reaching under my covers and slipping a finger between my panties to rub myself, too, but being as quiet and subtle as I could. It didn’t matter, though, because Danielle wasn’t subtle at all. Her sighs had become moans and gasps, and I could see her silhouette in the dark room squirming and writhing. She was really into it. ‘Oh my god,’ she said, ‘I’m gonna come. Ohhh!’ She moved and bucked and gasped and then stretched out on the floor and sighed as her climax ended. The sounds of her pleasure and the feel of my fingers stroking my clitoris sent me into my own orgasm, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming, too.” “Wow,” Jennifer said. “Oh, that’s not even the end,” Tara said. As I was coming down, Danielle said, ‘Oh, I always have to pee after I come. Ah, what the hell.’ And I kid you not, she just sighed and I heard her warm pee dribbling as she just laid there and let it out. ‘Sorry,’ she said again. ‘I really will clean it up in the morning.’ I told her it was no big deal, but then I realized I also had to go.” I finally felt the pressure growing enough that I needed relief, so I sat up in my seat, put my legs under me and spread them slightly. I sighed and let my pee go in a steady dribble that splashed against the couch cushion. I sat back and relaxed as I felt some of it absorb into the cushion under me, warming my bottom, and some of it continued to splash and dribble all over my butt, vagina and thighs. “Nice,” Tara said and smiled at me. “Anyway, I knew I needed to pee, too, now, so I had this debate in my head. Do I get up and make the trip down the hall to the bathroom? Thinking that was the sensible thing to do, I sat up and started to get out of bed. Danielle asked where I was going, and I told her. ‘Seriously?’ she said. ‘I just peed on our dorm room floor…twice. You don’t have to walk out there if you don’t want.’ I sat still, wondering if she was serious. ‘For real, Tara. This might be the only time you don’t have to walk all the way down the hall just to pee.’ I laughed. ‘Well what do you want me to do, pee on the floor, too?’ I asked. ‘Do whatever you want,’ she said. ‘Just go over in the corner like I did.’ I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was kind of thrilling, too. I wanted to, but it seemed so wrong. ‘You really don’t mind?’ I asked. She laughed. ‘No, I don’t mind.’ I heard hissing next to me again and looked to see Jennifer smiling and biting her lip as she warmed the cushion under her again. “Ohhh, god,” she said as the hissing grew louder and I could see a puddle forming under her before soaking slowly into the cushion. “Feel good?” Tara asked. Jennifer just nodded. “So, I got up from my bed and walked over to the corner of the room. I felt the wet carpet on my feet and giggled, surprised that I wasn’t more grossed out that I had just stepped in my roommate’s pee. But by now I knew I would be adding to it anyway. I felt the pressure growing, so I stood still and waited until I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer. I knew I wanted to try just standing there and going through my panties like Danielle had done, but at first nothing would come out. ‘Just close your eyes,’ Danielle said, ‘and imagine you’re in the bathroom, on the toilet, about to go.’ I did as she said, and still nothing. ‘Have you ever peed in the shower?’ she asked. I said yes, that I had, lots of times. ‘Picture that, then,’ she said. I closed my eyes and imagined I was standing in the shower. I could feel my pee getting close, so I reached down and pulled my panties aside. Within a few seconds, a small dribble started and I gasped when it came out. Danielle laughed. ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ All I could do was mumble as the dribble became a steady flow that trickled down my legs and splashed to the floor. Not caring anymore, I brought my legs together and sighed as I just emptied my bladder into my panties and let it run down my legs. I gasped again, and I must have had another small orgasm because my knees got weak and I thought I was going to collapse with pleasure. When I finished, I slipped my soaked panties off, left them in the floor, and crawled back into bed. I could hear more dribbling coming from Danielle. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘had to go some more.’ I laughed. “Two more times that night I heard dribbling and hissing coming from Danielle. And when the alarm woke us up the next morning, she looked up at me and smiled as she emptied her morning bladder right there where she lay. The carpet under her was soaked. I smiled and sat up at the foot of my bed, facing the corner where we had peed the night before. I could see the dark wet spots from where we had peed there. I had to pee, too, but instead of getting up and walking to the corner I just hung my legs over the edge of the bed and scooted my bare bottom out then let it go. That was the beginning of a friendship that messed me up forever. We scrubbed the dorm floors, but after that Danielle and I looked for opportunities to pee other places: the library, lounges, at parties, and sometimes we would sneak off and masturbate. That was how it started.” Jennifer and I both applauded, and Tara leaned forward into a small bow. When she sat back up, she smiled and sighed and we could see a puddle forming under her again. “And now I’ve messed you two up,” she said. We all laughed.
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    It is a very British tradition I believe. Most UK people will be very familiar with Cinderella and this is indeed based on that. Fairy godmother, magical coach and the pivotal glass slipper all to come. to whet your appetite further: Chapter 6 - Fairy Godmother While Cindy was sobbing her eyes out, there was a flash of light and almighty CRACK! A vision of beauty with long blond hair and shapely figure adorned in sparkling white short flared dress appeared before Cindy in the cellar. “on’t be afraid. I am your fairy godmother and I have seen the evil which has befallen you. I see that you are pure of heart and you shall go to the ball. First though, I need you to get me some things; A pumpkin, 6 mwhite mice and two frogs.”. Get them for me by Saturday at 4pm and I will return to make your dreams come true. Then with another flash, the fairy Godmother was gone. Cindy couldnt believe what she had heard, and thought it was a dream until she found sparkling dust on the floor where the fairy had been. Over the next week, Cindy took opportunities to get revenge on her step sisters and their mother. She went out to the kitchen garden to collect vegetables for dinner and whilst attending to the gardening Cindy squatted down and peed over the a cabbage, imagining it was her step mother’s head, before harvesting it to use to prepare the dinner. She peed in their food as she prepared it every day. She even took one of the carrots and used it to pleasure herself, thrusting it in and out of her vagina before chopping it up and adding it to a stew. When Cindy cleaned Grizellas room, she knew that Grizella would be out all day so she lifted the rug by her bed and peed, flooding the floor and savouring the sound of her pee impacting the floorboards and the warmth of the droplets which splashed up and impacted her bare feet. When she was done, she stayed in position for a moment to let the last drips fall from her before covering the evidence with the rug and leaving it to soak up her pee. She stoked up the fire to make sure the heat drie things out before Grizella returned. Meanwhile, Gertrude had been thinking about her experience of relieving herself in the drawing room. The thought of it still made her tingle down below. One night, she was laying in bed, having woken up early, needing to pee. She stuck her arm out of bed and found it was cold. She was warm and cosy. But she needed to pee.... Quite urgently. She thought about how she had felt when she peed on the front of the chair. She thought about the cold, draughty cloakroom. Could she dare? Well maybe just a little to relieve the pressure wouldnt hurt? She relaxed a little and allowed herself to feel her urine descending her urethra until a little spurt escapedbetween her legs. Oh, how warm it felt. And slippery, caressing her hot pussy. A little more, coating her inner thighs, then it ran down, creating a small damp patch on the mattress. She let a bit more go. It felt warm, but ever so naughty, yet ever so jice at the same time. Gertrude was confused. But the mattress was already damp. A little more would be OK, wouldnt it? She relaxed again and this time there was no stopping. The pressure built and her bladder poured forth its contents with a subtle hiss emanating from within the bed. Gertrude thrust her hand between her legs to stem the flow, but only felt more turned on as the warm liquid caressed her hand and her hand caressed her pussy. Soon Gertrude finished her pee and quickly brought herself to orgasm, one of the best she had experienced in a long while. She fell asleep in her warm puddle as it sank into her matress. Next morning, Cindy was cleaning the bedroom and turned back the sheets. As she leaned across the bed, she put her hand in the centre of the mattress for support. She was acutely aware tha5 her hand felt damp. “What the........ ?” she thought to herself. “Why, the dirty bitch has pissed her bed! Well if she thinks I am changing it, she can think again!”. Cindy had other ideas. She climbed onto the bed and planted one foot either side of the wet patch, adopting a high squat, she hitched her ragged dress out of the way and pissed a torrent onto the bed. She moved her hips a little, spreading her golden rain around the already wet area. “Well, for that, Gerty can sleep in both our pee!” she thought as she took great pleasure in soiling the mattress further. That night when Gertrude retired to bed, she found that her mattress was still wet. She was sure it shouldn’t have been that wet, but there was nothing she could do about it. Or maybe there was? She relaxed again and felt that familiar warmth as she rewarmed the bed . A warm puddle was much nicer than a cold damp patch after all!
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    Hi! Welcome and thanks for following!
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    I would like to welcome you to this site. I have some pee videos and stories too.
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    @whiz kid Yeah that's my preference too. A strong thick stream that fires out super hard. When I mentioned them making a mess, the biggest turn on for me there is that usually they just leave it without cleaning it up. Like in this picture from one of my favorite videos, she's pissing like a horse on steroids and missing the toilet completely. She looked at her mess afterward and just walked away without a care in the world. Best of both worlds for me. But it's a close second. My number one preference is the same as yours.
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    Welcome to the site! Hope you like our friendly group. ?
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