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  1. Elevator

    On my way home from work I just peed in an elevator a few hours ago. It was one of those with a metal floor. It was an elevator for a parking garage that has no cameras. I rode it to the bottom level of the garage saw as it was late at night no one was nearby in that level. I waited for the doors to close. I realized no one was on that floor of the garage so it wasn't going to open soon without me pushing the button. It won't open on a different floor with out going up first. I unzipped my pants and let out a wee peeing on the floor of the elevator letting my beautiful yellow pee hit the metal floor and make a noise. I kept on letting it out making a large puddle on the floor, until the last drops. Then I put it back in zipped my pants up, rode the elevator back to street level and headed on to the bus. Now I'm really horny thinking of this fun adventure.
  2. Anyone at work leak/play with their piss secretly?
  3. WD girls

    Does anyone have any full lenght or shorter clips from the site WD girls? Used to watch a lot when the site was open and i loved their films, thanks beforehand!
  4. .Well, guys, Sarah here again. And I think this time I'll tell you about the flat wrecking party I enjoyed with Barbara and a few friends when we were in our early 20s. We knew this couple at the time who were themselves only about 25 - Doug and Julie I think their names were. They were friends of ours, but knew nothing about our naughty pleasures. Well nothing beyond what happened at their flat anyway. And the more perceptive amongst you might already be guessing where this is going. They were in dispute with their landlord, who'd failed to repair their broken heating system throughout the winter. So they stopped paying him rent until he did. He prioritised evicting them over repairing the heating. By now it was early spring and they'd found somewhere else to move into. But they were never going to get their deposit back, though I suppose they'd claimed it already in the form of unpaid rent. But they were feeling highly aggrieved at having had to endure a very uncomfortable winter, at times staying with friends because their flat was too cold, and eventually having to buy an electric heater out of their own scarce cash. Words had been said between them and the landlord and the relationship between them had collapsed into one of acrimony and abuse, and indeed loathing. And by all accounts the guy was a total dick head. At one point - in a wholly transparent attempt to make them feel uncomfortable - under the guise of "renovation", he turned up, not to repair the heating but to remove the frosted glass window from the bathroom and replace it with clear glass. And this was a ground floor flat! Doug and Julie had to bodge up some curtains so they could use the loo or take a shower without doing so in full public view! That's how bad things got. They were pissed off, and hated the guy by the time they'd found somewhere else, and really wanted to piss him off badly. And this is where the idea of a flat-wrecking party came in. Doug and Julie so hated the guy that they planned to have a few friends around with a few beers and just totally trash the place, smashing up breakable items with hammers, tearing up sofas with knives, and so on. But in discussing it with Barbara and myself, Julie expressed a concern. What if we made so much noise wrecking stuff that some neighbour called the police? We could all end up being prosecuted for criminal damage. I think the sudden glance Barbara and I exchanged indicated that she had the same thought as I did, lol. But it was I who guided them to the idea. I commented that this would be a bit risky, and pointed out that just smashing the place up physically would be pretty tiring and dangerously noisy, even if fun. So of course I came up with the better idea of everyone just having a few drinks and peeing everywhere. A lot less noise. No cops likely to be called. But just as damaging. Electrical goods can be fucked up just as easily - and a lot more quietly - by pissing on them than by smashing them to bits with hammers. Sofas and carpets can be ruined just as easily by being peed on. Etc. Julie's draw dropped but her face was beaming with amusement at the idea. Doug just grinned. Barbara faked shock, giving it the "oh my God I can't believe you came up with that idea" spiel. Another reason why we have gotten away with piss vandalism throughout our lives is that we can be convincing actresses when it helps the cause, lol. She was very convincing and allowed herself to be "reluctantly" persuaded that it was a good idea. Though of course I knew she was well up for it from the start, lol. Anyway, the arrangements were made, other guests invited, and it was determined that on the evening in question we'd all meet in their local pub and have a few drinks to loosen inhibitions - and fill bladders, hahaha - before heading back to "the venue". As well as Barbara and myself - and Doug and Julie of course - there were two other couples. There was Neil and Rosie, both in their early 20s. Rosie was a stunning blonde, whilst Neil - we later saw - had what must have been a nine inch dick at least, lol. And sorry guys, I know any male readers aren't interested but we ladies do notice such things. The other couple - Tim and Shauna - were in their late 20s. Shauna was a very buxom blonde, but kind of hot. There was also one other last minute guest whom we all met and got talking to in the pub on the evening in question. We all knew her cos she was one of the pub barmaids, but currently off duty and just in the pub for a few drinks. Her name was Carol, and she was much older than the rest of us, being 39. But when she heard what we had planned, she wanted to come along too, saying that it would be fun to just pee all over the place. And just to prove the point, she entertained us with an anecdote about peeing on some guy's bedroom carpet for the hell of it after way too many drinks. My kind of lady, lol. Well, with three pints of lager or some equivalent drink inside us, we all walked the short distance to Doug and Julie's flat, all badly in need of a piss by now. There was some hesitation. No one wanted to be first, because for most of them, just pissing on the carpet or furniture was just so totally "wrong". Barbara and I knew that too, of course, but for us that is part of what makes doing it so much fun. No one else present, though, had ever made a habit of peeing all over the place with total abandon. Well, with the possible exception of Carol, who on the short walk here amused us with another anecdote about an ex who liked watching her pee on the kitchen floor. She laughingly referred to him as "a dirty bastard" but clearly enjoyed the memory on some level. Barbara and I are tuned in to notice such things. We also instinctively realised that we'd hide our own enjoyment in plain sight much more effectively if we did not appear so over-eager that we rushed to be the first ones to pee. And since this was still - technically - Doug and Julie's flat, first honours really had to fall to them. None of the others would feel comfortable doing it in their place unless they led by example. So we kind of all congregated in the living room, where Doug got his dick out right there and started peeing on the carpet, to the amusement of everybody. The flat wasn't exactly huge so with nine of us in the living room, space was a bit tight. So when one of the girls - Rosie - laughed, "Hey, that's splashing on my leg!" and moved away I was not entirely surprised. But it was funny. Next thing that happened was Julie striding with a grin over towards the corner of the room, where she pulled off her knickers, raised her short skirt as she popped a squat. And then started pissing right there on the carpet too, laughing, "I can't believe I'm doing this." She was still going strong, creating a massive puddle, when Doug, putting his dick away, said "Right everyone, feel free to piss anywhere. We want to trash everything. " He then started going through the place, unplugging all electrical appliances. Carol the barmaid then grinned and said, "Piss anywhere, eh? Ok........" And she got up out of the armchair she'd briefly sat in, stepped out of her knickers and raised the front of her skirt as she stood facing that armchair, fingers parting her labia. Then she stood there pissing all over the armchair, slowly swaying her hips from side to side whilst manipulating the direction of her golden torrent with her fingers. She actually looked incredibly well practiced at doing this as she deliberately peed all over the armchair. And I wasn't the only one who noticed. Rosie piped up with, "Oh my god, Carol, you look like you've done that before! Never knew you were such a dirty cow, hahaha." Carol laughed, "Believe it, baby. There was this one guy I dated who used to like watching me do this against his bedroom wall!" There was a short pause before she added with a chuckle, "Most of it ended up on the carpet!" There were a few dropped jaws and much laughter at that, somewhat surreally from Julie considering that she herself was at this moment only just finishing her own long wee on the carpet, lol. As she got up from her squat, briefly smirking at the large lake of pee soaking slowly into the carpet, Julie asked with some highly incongruous incredulity, "What, you actually did that? Weren't you bothered about the mess?" "Wasn't my bedroom! Wasn't my wall! Wasn't my carpet! So nah, not really, hahaha." As the last of Carol's pee was spraying over the armchair, Shauna laughingly pointed at the huge puddle soaking into the carpet which Julie was stepping away from, "It's so funny that you were being so incredulous about Carol's pissing whilst you were doing that at the time." We all laughed at that. And now I decided to pee, mentioning something about Carol pissing against a wall in the past and wanting to give it a try myself, So - knickerless already in preparation for this evening, Barbara and myself having agreed to go commando - I stood facing the wall with the front of my skirt raised and legs slightly apart. And started spraying the wall with my piss, swaying my hips from side to side to cover as much of it as possible. Most of it of course was ending up on the carpet. Carol commented on how it looked like I'd done that before, so I made up some BS about having been driven to use urinals in the gents before out of desperation because of huge queues for the ladies'. The guys in particular seemed to love that notion. I guess if they'd known the truth about me and Barbara deliberately pissing against living room walls in the past, they'd have liked it even more. But we have to be careful. Anyway, I peed for ages, covering the wall and creating a large puddle on the carpet at the base of it. By the time I was done, Rosie had Neil's nine inch dick in her hand as he peed all over the coffee table in front of the sofa. Most people had now vacated the sofa, but Shauna was still sitting there enjoying the show. She laughingly pointed out that she could feel warm droplets of pee splashing back off the table onto her bare legs. But she made no effort to move away, instead saying, "But I don't actually mind!" At this point, Rosie aimed Neil's dick towards the sofa for a couple of seconds, causing him to briefly piss on Shauna's bare legs, before aiming back towards the table. Shauna - along with Rosie - laughed, her legs covered in pee. "Rosie, I can't believe you just did that!" But she clearly wasn't all that bothered, neither was her boyfriend Tim, who seemed to find it funny. I was thrilled to see pee flowing off the edges of the table onto the carpet too. Those familiar with the confessions of Barbara and myself will not be surprised to hear that, lol. Tim then got his dick out and started peeing against another wall, whilst Julie blatantly stood there right beside him, watching his peeing dick with a grin. His girlfriend Shauna joked about how Julie was allowed to watch but not touch, lol. Shauna and Barbara then decided to piss all over the sofa together. Barbara's idea, of course. Whilst Shauna squatted upon one end of it, pissing right there, Barbara stood facing the rest of it, legs apart and front of her dress hoisted, as she swung her hips from side to side, spraying the rest of it with piss. Rosie herself popped a squat over a still dry part of the carpet - and flooded it with at least a minute's worth of serious pissing. Another huge puddle was the result. A lot of laughter and high-fiving after that, with one seriously fucked up and ruined living room. We carried on drinking lager after that, and planned to fuck up the bedroom next. In the meantime we chatted about loads of random shit - a lot of griping against Doug and Julie's landlord, and laughter about how pissed off he was going to be, naturally. But we did get to hear another pissing anecdote from Carol who - a lot less careful than Barbara and I - was in serious danger of upstaging us, lol. Apparently - for a dare - she once peed on the floor between the seats near the back of a busy bus. Of course, she was drunk at the time. Anyway, after much chat and more drinking, we all needed to pee again so headed out into the bedroom. Julie immediately said that she was going to really piss off their cunt of a landlord by pissing on his bed. So she got up onto the bed and popped a squat in the middle of it. And started pissing. And carried on for ages, obviously soaking the sheets and mattress. She must have peed for nearly a minute, and at one point it was pooling around her bare feet as she peed faster than the mattress could soak it up. She then held her boyfriend Doug's dick as he peed all over the bed too, spraying it all around. The other two guys stood facing one of the walls with their trousers down. Their girlfriends were aiming their dicks for them amidst much giggling as the guys pissed against that wall. Carol then really got into the swing of things, stepping out of her skirt entirely so that she was naked from the waist down, then stood in front of the bed with her back to it, in a semi-squatting position with hands on knees. Then she started pissing right there all over the carpet, a gleeful expression upon her face. She was getting off on this, I could tell. I sometimes wondered if she had pissy carpets at home, lol. She peed for ages too, flooding the carpet with piss before she was done. Rosie walked into the empty wardrobe where there was just enough room to pop a squat. Then she started pissing in there. By the time she was done the base of the wardrobe was covered in piss, and pee was flowing out of the front of it onto the carpet. Shauna opened the drawers of the bedside cabinet, and stood facing them with her skirt hoisted, pissing in them. The sound of her piss splashing against the wooden insides of those empty drawers was erotically loud. Sounded amazing. Barbara and I decided to pee together, temporarily removing our skirts entirely, so that we too were naked below the waist, then we stood by the side of the bed, with our backs to it, hands on hips' and legs parted. And started pissing all over the large area of open carpet on that side of the bed. It was awesome to see our piss splashing down, the puddles growing ever larger and more soaked, a lake of pee forming because the carpet couldn't soak it up fast enough. The muffled splashing sound of our pee hitting the carpet, which gradually morphed into a louder splashing as the carpet got soaked, was also highly erotic to both of us. We slowly swung our hips from side to side to spray as much of the carpet as possible, and by the time we were done, our two puddles had expanded to merge into one huge massive puddle, a lake of piss covering a large area of the carpet and only slowly soaking into it. Julie laughed, "Impressive! That carpet's well fucked now!" Next up, the kitchen, lol. But we needed to refuel with more lager first and a lot more chatting got done. And we were getting very tipsy by now. Shauna said something about how some people get off on this sort of thing, and told us about some amateur vid a friend of theirs showed them. No idea where he'd got it from, just another friend they said. But it featured these two women in their 40s with posh English accents, peeing all over a table, and on the kitchen floor, and on a bed. Shauna laughed, "They were enjoying it, you could tell." Carol was by now drunk enough to confess that it was kind of liberating and fun to just be a dirty bitch and piss anywhere without giving a fuck. Shauna chuckled, "Well I wouldn't make a habit of it - these are exceptional circumstances - but I can see the attraction." Julie laughed, "You pervs!" To which Carol good-humouredly responded with, "Says the girl who's just peed on the carpet and on the bed!" We all found this funny. Rosie actually admitted that whilst on holiday in Spain, she and a couple of friends had - when drunk - peed on the carpet in a hotel corridor for a laugh once. I joked, "According to Shauna there are people willing to pay good money to see videos of that. You missed an opportunity." We found that funny too. And of course, there was the inevitable additional anecdote from Carol, this time featuring her confession that only the previous year she'd deliberately peed on the carpet in front of her seat in the cinema, simply because it was more convenient. More fun too, I'm sure. When we got around to peeing in the kitchen it became something of a free for all. Doug pissed in the kettle. The other guys opened a low level cupboard and both stood there pissing in it. Julie got up onto the kitchen counter and popped a squat there, peeing all over the surface. Loads of it was soon flowing off the front onto the tiled floor. Even as Julie was still pissing, Rosie popped a squat over the floor and added her flood of piss to the mess there. I decided it was time to go for maximum naughtiness, and opened the door of the fridge. Barbara did likewise with the cooker. Then we both stood there pissing in our chosen appliances, flooding them with piss. There was much laughter as we did this. Shauna - drunkenly inspired by us - did something similar with the washing machine, standing in front of it's opened door and pissing in it. Carol simply stood naked from the waist down - her bare feet already standing in Rosie's piss - and gleefully sprayed her piss all over the floor. Well after that we carried on drinking and to be honest my memory starts getting rather fuzzy from this point. But I remember that at one point we all deliberately peed on the bed again, with the intention of so thoroughly soaking it that our piss would start dripping onto the carpet underneath. And we more than succeeded. Because by the time all nine of us had peed there, it was actually pouring onto the carpet underneath, not merely dripping. So that mattress was obviously totally ruined. Fucking brilliant. I can remember Julie, Shauna, and Rosie all squatting and peeing on the living room carpet again. And the guys pissing on the living room curtains, lol. I can remember peeing on the tiled bathroom floor right beside the unused toilet, lol. And Barbara pissing in the sink with the plug in....and all of us laughing about leaving it there for the landlord to find. I think Carol managed to upstage us again though. Because she actually stood astride the toilet but deliberately left the lid closed. And pissed there anyway for a laugh! Most of it of course ended up all over the floor. I have other vague and fuzzy memories of guys - and girls - pissing against walls, and on carpets. Sofa got peed on a few more times I think. And the kitchen table got pissed on I'm sure. And I have a vague memory of squatting over a removed cutlery drawer which had been placed on the kitchen floor, and pissing all over the cutlery inside it. Anyway, we all eventually left once we were done - by which time it was about 3am and we'd all had more than enough to drink. We all headed off to our separate locations, Barbara stopping over at my place. Cannot remember doing it at all, but when we woke in the morning feeling much the worse for wear, we found a large puddle of piss on my bathroom floor. Clearly we'd decided to pee on the floor in there instead of using the toilet. So I had the joy of cleaning that up, groan. As for the flat we'd ruined? Landlord wasn't due to call for nearly a week! By the time he did, the entire place would have been stinking - carpets, bed, furniture, curtains - all ruined. Appliances all peed in or on. Tiled floors covered in piss. Likewise tables. Loved to have been able to see his reaction, hahaha. But the cunt deserved it, so who cares? And it sure was a lot of fun.
  5. After the fun we'd had pissing all around that asshole guy's house, the floodgates were well and truly opened for Barbara and I. And I do mean that kind of almost literally as well as metaphorically, lol. Next time we went out to the pub we decided it would be fun to just pee wherever we could get away with. But we have never been caught for a reason. We are careful. So we don't piss on our own doorstep! We never did it in our local pub where everyone knew us, but drank further afield when we wanted to have fun. Over the years pissing in pubs on the floors or whatever has been a frequent pastime. We still do it. The first time we did this was only a few days after our little pissing session in that guy's house. We chose a place we knew several miles away in a posh part of town, with top quality upholstery and carpets, and a better off clientele. And we went prepared, dressed in skirts that came down to just above our knees - just long enough to hide the fact that we were wearing no panties, but short enough to easily hoist for ease of pissing. We each bought a pint of lager and went and sat at a table in a more secluded part of the lounge area. Good job we had our driving licenses on us because we were still young enough to be asked for ID, lol. Which seemed kind of annoying at the time, though I wish I were young enough to have that worry today. Still, that little annoyance made us feel even more gleeful about the intention of pissing all over the place in that pub. Anyway, from where we were sat - because it was still early enough in the evening for it not to be too busy - there was no one around in a position where they could easily see what we were going to do. We'd already drank several coffees earlier and arrived needing to pee. Neither of us had wanted to waste a good piss in my toilet when we could hang onto it and fuck up someone's carpet, lol. Which is pretty much what happened now. We both hoisted our dresses and sat on the forward edge of the seat. And started pissing right there under the table onto the expensive pub carpet. And because we'd barely yet started drinking our beer, and hadn't peed for hours, I noticed upon glancing under the table that our pee was a deep golden colour. A true golden shower all over the carpet, lol. And that was awesome because we knew that such strong pee would fuck up that plush carpet so much more. We fucking flooded it too. As we drank several pints of lager and became increasingly tipsy, we peed under the table another couple of times. The carpet there was well fucked! We could see piss squelching around our shoes when we pressed our feet down onto it. After that, the pub got a bit too busy to risk more of the same. Other people had vantage points where they might have seen piss splashing down onto the carpet. So for our next piss we did actually pay our one and only visit of the evening to the ladies'. And we even went into one of the cubicles. Together, lol. But we didn't use the toilet, naturally. Well, Barbara kind of did but the lid was closed at the time with the spare loo roll on top of it, haha. And she stood there slowly swaying her hips from side to side as she sprayed that lid - and the toilet roll on top of it - as well as the floor on either side of the toilet. I meanwhile stood facing one of the sides of the cubicle, spraying the wall with piss, and taking particular aim at the toilet roll on that wall. The sound of us chuckling and our piss splashing everywhere would have been obvious to anyone in another cubicle. So having trashed ours we laughed as we high fived each other, then thought it best to exit the premises entirely. We found another pub not too far away which had the welcome attraction of an empty table in a secluded corner. So we had another couple of drinks, then Barbara decided to hoist the back of her dress and pee right there into the fabric of her seat. She never announced in advance what she was about to do, but I could tell by the beaming grin on her face that she was pissing at that moment. When I looked I saw the back of her dress pulled up, and pee squelching around her naked ass as it slowly soaked into the fabric. Some was flowing off the front of the seat onto the carpet. I laughed, "Oh my God, Barbara! You must have a fucking wet ass!" "Yeah I know. Feels kind of nice." "Dirty bitch, hahaha." "Says the girl who pissed in that guy's fridge!" We both laughed at that. I too needed to pee, and we'd decided that it was time to go home anyway..... back to my place together. I said that I would love to get up and piss on the table, but knew I'd be seen if I did something so blatant. So I said I had another idea. I grabbed my empty pint glass and held it under the table between my legs. Then I pissed in it, almost filling it by the time I was done. The glass felt very warm, full of my fresh hot pee. Then I lifted the glass up above the table....and slowly poured it's contents all over the surface, which Barbara found very amusing. Surface was covered, with pee dripping off the sides. Couple of people noticed me pouring it, but never knew it was pee so didn't say anything. By the time anyone found out, we were long gone. And of course never went back there. Throughout all the years since then, pissing all over the place in pubs, bars and nightclubs has been a regular pleasure of ours. We travel for miles sometimes just to find some new venue we haven't trashed already. Sometimes afterwards we have gotten away with peeing in the back of taxis without the driver noticing, lol. And ruining the seats or flooding the floor with piss. One time - we were in our mid-30s by then - we were in some pub with a secluded area out of sight of the bar, and the place was quiet so no one else was in sight of us. So when we wanted to pee, we just popped a squat right there and peed all over the carpet. This time, though, this guy and his girlfriend walked around the corner and caught us in mid-flow. They both laughed and reversed course, but we thought it better to hastily finish our piss and leave. Never know who they might tell. So we walked out of the place and noticed them sitting at a table. When they saw us they exchanged words and laughed. I honestly think they just found it funny and never said anything to anyone....least not at the time anyway. But that is the only time we have ever been caught in the act of pissing all over the carpet in a pub. One of the naughtiest pub pissings we ever did actually took place only a couple of years ago. By then we were already both 43 and surely old enough to know better. But fuck it! Wrecking stuff by pissing on it is just SO much fun. Anyway, we were in a pub which had a separate pool room with a top quality pool table in it. It was still fairly early in the evening and the place was quiet, with no one else in the pool room at all. So when we needed to pee and were about to pop a squat right there on the carpet, I suggested something much naughtier and grinned as I pointed towards the pool table. And you've probably guessed what happened next. We both climbed up onto that expensive pool table and popped a squat. And started pissing! All over the green baize! Totally flooded - and completely wrecked - that table. Our pee was even flowing down into some of the pockets before we were done, lol. We exited the premises as soon as we'd finished pissing. Next time someone came in for a game of pool they would have been in for a shock, lol. Had they walked in on us actually pissing they'd have had a bigger one! Two respectable looking women in their 40s squatting and pissing on the pool table, hahaha. Another time - a bit longer a go when we were about 35 - we fucked up one pub's fruit machine by standing there and pissing all over it. If any guy into ladies peeing all over the place had walked around the corner at just the right moment, he'd definitely have hit the jackpot! But we weren't spotted. A few times in pubs and nightclubs where we could get away with it unseen, we stood and peed against the walls. Usually, we did this if it was covered in expensive-looking wallpaper. We loved fucking that up. Carpets were the main target though most of the time, just because it was so easy to piss on the carpet under tables without being spotted. In the 25 years or so that Barbara and I have been doing this, we must have ruined literally over a thousand pub carpets. Some of them must have cost a fortune to replace! What an awesome thought, lol. The last pub carpet we trashed we did only last night. Pub was a bit too full for us to get away with discretely peeing on the carpet, though. So instead we kept peeing in some beer glasses - then just kept pouring it all over the carpet anyway, hahaha. Will tell you about some more of our adventures next time. ------------------------------------------------------ Part 1 -
  6. Hi My name is Sarah. I'm 45. And - often in the company of my best friend and partner in crime, Barbara, who is also 45 - I like to vandalise, ruin, and destroy things, by pissing on shit!. As does Barbara. It's our thing! And we have never been caught! We are good at what we do and getting away with it. Occasionally, we go on fetish sites to share our confessions. Many love it. Others disapprove strongly. Some of you reading this might be thinking, "Come on girls, sexy ladies peeing all over the place is great but deliberately ruining other people's shit for fun isn't cool!" But hey! It is what it is, guys. I'm not going to sanitise it for you. Neither of us really worries too much about it from a moral viewpoint. That boat sailed out of sight years ago. We just kind of think of it as collateral damage for our fun and not our problem. Think that's bad? Well, let be tell you this. Go on the dark web, buddies, and take a look around! There are far worse things for a couple of ladies to be into, let me tell you! But how did it start? How did we get into doing this stuff? I guess for me the catalyst was the discovery of my parents secret stash of porn videos. And in those pre-internet days it really was actual video cassettes. Thing is - and parents out there take note - kids are often far more up to speed with parents' secret hiding places than they realise Now my parents were good parents. They never encouraged me to pee all over the place or anything like that, nor did they do random stuff like pee on the floor in my presence like it was normal. They raised me right and I "knew" that peeing somewhere other than the toilet was "wrong" and "dirty". Which later just added to the fun when I started doing it, lol. But my parents never encouraged me to be a piss vandal. So what I have become cannot be laid at their door. Well, apart from the fact that they maybe should have been more careful about where they stashed their porn! Lol Because those vids really were an eye opener. There were about 8 of them altogether, and every one of them featured people - mostly women - peeing. So they hid it from me pretty well but apparently this was their thing. The vids were mostly German language, with people peeing on each other with obvious pleasure. And there were scenes featuring ladies peeing on carpets and tables and beds and all sorts which - to be frank - was turning me on. And this was something of an eye-opener for me, the first time I became aware that peeing where you shouldn't could be a turn on. But one film was an amateur production. And clearly home made. And with my own parents' camcorder by the looks of it, haha. Because the first scene I came across was of two women in their 30s, naked, and squatting and pissing on the kitchen floor with obvious grins of pleasure. And I recognised the fucking kitchen as ours!!! In another scene - thankfully I didn't recognise the location - there was the sound of music and much chatter in the background. Obviously a party of some kind. But this scene featured a bedroom into which two women strode, both only wearing bikinis. Guess it must have been high summer. I recognised one of the women as one of the barmaids at the pub my parents sometimes drink in! And she and the other lady were joking about how much it would piss him off - no idea who "he" was - when he found that someone had pissed on his bed. And they both got up onto the bed after removing their bikini bottoms - and started pissing on it, laughing about how much fun it was to fuck his bed up and imagine him finding it later. And from behind the camera I heard mum's distinctive laugh. She was the one fucking filming it!! And it looked like those two women were deliberately pissing on someone's bed behind his back, and laughing at the idea of such deliberate vandalism. This triggered a spark in my brain. The notion of pissing all over someone's stuff and wrecking it for sexual pleasure was something I was getting seriously turned on by. The piss vandal that I became was - if not born then, at least conceived at this moment as I watched this vid. Then I fast forwarded and stumbled across a particularly disturbing scene. Because there was a VCR on the floor of someone's carpeted living room, and one of the two naked women who were stood over it and pissing on both it and the carpet was none other than my own mum! She was clearly loving it as well, which was difficult to get my head around. No idea to this day whose room, carpet, or VCR that was. I only watched that scene for a few seconds. No one wants to see their mum like that. It isn't natural. After that I quickly stashed the films, somewhat traumatised to have seen mum in that way. Yet at the same time the seed of my love for piss vandalism, and the awareness that it seriously floated my boat, was planted firmly in my brain. And I know that this was something I was never meant to see, and that in all other obvious respects, my mum was an awesomely great parent. And yet...with the hindsight of years and a little pseudo-psychology....I have come to realise that the fact that my awesomely good mum was secretly ok with this sort of thing kind of subconsciously circumvented any moral qualms I might otherwise have had. If mum was ok with doing this it must be ok, right? So I began to nurture fantasies about peeing on this or that persons stuff and wrecking it for fun, and the notion of doing it for real never really troubled me morally all that much. After all, mum did it! Lol. I began to nurture naughty ideas, like peeing on my own bedroom carpet on purpose. But though the idea "interested" me, it didn't quite hit the spot. After all, it's not really vandalism if you do it to your own stuff, is it? And the necessary cleaning up afterwards to make sure mum never found out was never part of the fantasy. So when it came to the carpet, it was really someone else's carpet I wanted to pee on, and then just leave it there with the naughty knowledge of what I'd done! Well Barbara has been a lifelong friend. We shared the same class in school together and everything. And we shared everything sooner or later. My head was done in by the vids I'd seen, both eroticised and to some extent disturbed. After all, whilst watching people with no clothes on peeing all over the place for pleasure is fun to watch, no one wants to see their own mum doing it...haha. So eventually - when I was about 18 - I ended up confiding in Barbara, showing her the video evidence. My parents' video stash was still there, lol. Anyway, Barbara was amused, and somewhat shocked to see people she recognised - including my mum - pissing all over stuff for a thrill. She pretty much said "Wow", and "Oh my God", and laughed. A lot. I said that seeing my mum like that was a shock. "I'll bet!" she laughed. But I also said that in some way I envied how much fun they were having doing that stuff and admitted it turned me on. Barbara looked at me with a grin but seemed ok about it. "Does that make me a perv?" I asked. "Who cares?" she laughed. "Everyone has to piss so why not have fun with it? And what they were doing sure looks like a lot more fun than boringly sitting on the toilet for ages. I'd love to be able to just piss anywhere for a laugh. If some dude cheats on me? I'll just piss on his bed when he's not looking, hahaha!" "So you're not bothered about it then?" "Me? Nah, it was fun to watch! Your mum is way more cool than I realised." We laughed at that before Barbara lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Wanna know a secret? Sometimes I pee on my own bedroom carpet on purpose, just because I like doing it!" "Really?" "Yeah, done it quite a few times. You should try it sometime! It's fun!" I told her I thought about doing it but it would be way more fun to do it on someone else's and not have to worry about cleaning up. "Why worry about cleaning up? I just leave it. Yeah, my bedroom smells a bit pissy at times but I'm not bothered, and my mum never goes in there anyway." " I could never get away with that cos my mum does come in here." "Would she be bothered? After all I've just seen her with no clothes on and pissing all over someone's VCR and carpet for fun." "Well yeah, but you know my mum. She'd say that there was a time and a place and suchlike BS. Besides, it would be WAY too awkward." "Yeah, I guess, haha." Then I said that fucking up someone else's stuff - carpet, bed, furniture, electrical goods, whatever - would be a lot more fun cos for me the shear wrongness of peeing somewhere outrageously bad was only half the thrill. Wrecking someone's shit in the process and then just walking away was also a major part of the deal. And she agreed that peeing on someone else's stuff would be a whole lot naughtier and therefore sexier. And so, the idea was born. We decided that we both wanted to piss all over someone else's stuff and just had to figure out a way to make it happen. The plan we came up with was to hunt for a suitable victim in nightclubs, to drink little ourselves and find someone way ahead of us when it came to being boozed up, let him know he had a chance of getting lucky with us, get him to invite us back to his place for more drinks, then make sure he got so drunk that he crashed out into an unwakably deep sleep. Then the fun would REALLY begin! Well we found some drunk asshole of a guy, making lewd comments, not to mention sexist and offensive ones, and being aggressive to others for no reason and generally being a dick. Any moral qualms we might have had, he pretty much killed by being such a knobhead, lol. Anyway, when we led him to believe that we both liked him in spite of all this - which he was stupid or drunk enough to believe - and suggested that back at his place he might get to have fun with both of us at the same time, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven! It was almost too easy. Back at his, we carried on drinking some more.....this time we started drinking too, mostly high fluid drinks like lager rather than spirits to increase our fun later. And we spiked his drinks with spirits. Poor sap never did get lucky, he just crashed out into drunken unconsciousness. And there was evidence in his home that he actually had a girlfriend who was away with relatives. So a wannabe cheat as well So I kind of feel he deserved what he had coming. With him crashed on the sofa, Barbara - who was a trainee medical student at the time - got a couple of pills out and gave me one. She explained that they were diuretics, pills that make the body expel excess fluid. Basically they make you pee a lot. And what with the lager we'd been drinking - and were carrying on drinking - we were going to piss gallons, lol. Right at the start, Barbara pointed out that it would be even more fun if we were naked. So we undressed completely then both adopted a semi squatting stance with our hands on our knees right there in his living room. And we started pissing right there on the carpet, swinging our hips with huge grins on our faces, gleefully spraying as much of his carpet as we could to maximise damage. It was stunningly erotic. Never had I had such sexual pleasure before, not even when I rubbed one out. The room was filled by the hissing sound of our relief - isn't it funny how girls make that sound but guys don't? - and the sound of our pee loudly splashing down onto the ever more sodden carpet. We'd totally fucked up his carpet. It was so fucking saturated with piss that you could hear it squelching when you stepped on it. Well, that was just the start. We knew this guy would be out of it for hours so we hung around for more fun. And the lager we were drinking combined with the effects of the pee pills was really doing it's job. Seemed like every 30 minutes or so we needed another massive piss. Which was awesome! For our next extravaganza, we headed into his kitchen where Barbara grabbed his kettle with a smirk, which - after removing the lid - she placed on the floor. She adopted another semi-squatting position over it, and laughed, "Hope he enjoys his first coffee in the morning!" And she started pissing right there in his kettle. Mind you, I should qualify that, because her aim was all over the place. Half the time she was missing completely and her pee was just loudly splashing down onto the floor tiles. By the time she'd finished, the kettle stood in the centre of a very large puddle on the floor. I myself then said, "You think that's bad? Watch this!" And I opened his fridge door - it was full of cans and food - and stood naked before it with my hips thrust forward. And yeah you've probably guessed it. I pissed in his fridge, Barbara laughing as I deliberately sprayed my hot piss all over everything inside it. Quite a lot flowed out of the bottom onto the floor in front - another large puddle of pee on his floor tiles. At least I was polite enough to close the door again when I was done, lol. For our next bout of pissing fun some half an hour or so later, we decided to fuck up his bed. So we went upstairs into his bedroom where I paused us for a moment. I rummaged in his wardrobe where I found some expensive designer shirts. I threw them on the bed. Then I spotted a large portable radio/cassette player on a desk. So I grabbed that and placed it upon the carpeted floor in front of the bed. I laughingly suggested that Barbara get up on his bed and piss on his shirts, whilst I fucked up his ghetto blaster. Which is pretty much how it went down. Barbara climbed up onto his bed and squatted in the middle of it right over his shirts, and started pissing. Within moments, I too was squatting over his ghetto blaster on the floor, my piss spraying all over it, though most of it ended up on the carpet. By the time I was done that shit was totally fucked. I'd peed loads and there was a massive wet patch on the carpet as well. But incredibly, Barbara was still going and continued for another ten seconds or so. Fuck knows how she managed to pee so much, or hold it in the first place. By the time she stepped off that bed, not only were his expensive shirts soaked in piss, but the mattress itself was totally soaked through and surely a write off. In fact, we heard the sounds of liquid dripping onto the floor and when we investigated the source, we saw pee had soaked through both the mattress and bed so completely that it was starting to drip onto the carpet underneath. "How'd you fucking pee so much!" I laughed. It wasn't long before our bladders let us know it was time for our next pee adventure. Those diuretics are brilliant when combined with alcohol I must say that I have used them a lot over the years. Anyway, this time we decided to fuck up his dining room. We found a rather large glass table in the middle of it. Barbara said, "Glass table, nice touch. There's something especially kinky about pissing on a glass table!" I laughed, "That's because there's usually some pervy guy underneath wanting a view from below without being peed on." "Haha, you can always get underneath and watch while I piss on it if you want to, Sarah." "It's ok, the view from here will be just fine." This amused us both. Then she got up onto that table and crouched down into a squat in the middle of it. And with obvious glee she stared pissing there! And she peed loads again, the puddle upon the glass surface soon enveloping her feet as it expanded. It was still forcefully splashing down when her piss was flowing off the edge of the table in several places to patter down onto the carpeted floor. She climbed off when she was eventually done, with pissy wet feet and a broad grin as she took in the sight and sound of her piss still flowing off the edge of the table to splash down onto the carpet. I'd been happy to enjoy the spectacle and delaying my own relief until she was done. You see, I enjoy watching her - or any other good looking girl - peeing. Think she's the same which is part of the dynamic between us. Anyway, I'd noticed the wallpaper in the room which looked expensive. But didn't look waterproof. And therefore not piss proof either, lol. Which is all the inspiration I needed. I told Barbara I was going to piss against the wall and fuck up his wallpaper. She thought this quite funny. "You actually going to just stand there and piss against the wall like a guy?" "Why the fuck not? Hahaha. Guys do it all the time!" "Yeah, but not in people's dining rooms!" "Bet my dad would if mum had a camcorder!" "Yeah probably, haha." "Mind you, bet my mum would too actually!" We both laughed at that. By which time I was already standing facing the wall, legs apart and hips thrust forward. A moment later I was doing it, my piss spraying against the wallpaper, soaking into it and clearly ruining it. I swung my hips slowly from side to side to spray - and ruin - as much of that wallpaper as possible. My pee flowed down the wall, soaking into and damaging even more of the wallpaper as it did so. Most of it ended up on the carpet at the base of the wall. By the time I was done a large area of the wallpaper was damaged irreparably and would clearly need repapering. And Barbara's pee was STILL dripping off the edge of the table onto the carpet as we left the room, lol.. Sleeping beauty, meanwhile, was still giving out zeds on the sofa, wholly oblivious to what was going on. Barbara joked about pissing on HIM next time. But we thought we'd better not go that far. We might inadvertently wake him up! By the time we needed our next pee it was gone 4am and sooner or later this dude was going to wake up. We realised it would be better for us if we weren't around when he did. So we decided to have one last pissing adventure in his house before leaving. I rummaged in a cabinet in his living room and found what looked to be important business documents. So I placed them on his coffee table just in front of where he was sleeping, and stood facing it with my legs apart. Then I started pissing all over the table, soaking all those documents in the process. The table wasn't large so pretty soon my pee was flowing off it onto the carpet. But I just carried on pissing there anyway until I was done. Barbara unplugged his VCR, and placed it on the floor in the middle of the already soaked living room carpet, then grabbed his collection of video cassettes and placed them in a heap upon and around it. Then she stood over it all and peed, completely ruining the VCR and fucking up all his videos - and saturating his carpet with piss even more. After that, we high fived each other and got dressed, then swiftly departed to crash out at my place. I'd love to have been a fly on the wall when he woke up and found all this. We'd stopped drinking now of course but could not entirely switch off the effects of the pee pills. So as we walked the two mile or so walk to mine we had to pee en route. So we found a public telephone box and laughingly took turns in holding the receiver between each others' legs as first she - and then I - peed all over it. And that, guys, is how my piss vandalism began, a generation ago now. But I - and Barbara too - have had a lot more fun with it over the coming years. I'll tell you some more about that next time.
  7. This story is a continuation of the stories I wrote in the thread, Pee Vandalism with Katie! First off, I would like to thank everyone who encouraged me after having written fiction for the first time. I was honored to have input provided by writing legends who I admired long before registering on this site. Thank you very much for being so welcoming and friendly. Secondly, I apologize for having taken so long to write another installment -- I wanted to expand on my writing by introducing additional characters and it took me some time to figure out how to properly write for it (along with having to deal with schoolwork of course!) I do hope that this is to your enjoyment and I look forward to hopefully providing you with more! 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! Nina Joins in the Vandalism ------------------ "Oh hurry up and make up your mind already!" Katie sighs as she glances over her shoulder. By now, the sun had set and the dimly lit streets were calm amidst the warm summer night. Katie walked at a steady pace, somewhat annoyed at the timid girl that followed a few steps behind. For the first time tonight, Katie was bringing a friend to one of her "jobs". Nina, a sharp-looking girl with a jet black bob haircut and modest glasses, was a young electrician that Katie met a few months back who she immediately identified as a promising addition to her nighttime exploits. Although at first glance Nina carried a somewhat intimidating air to others, Katie was amused to discover that Nina had a prominent meek side to her, which was on full display right now. "I don't want anyobody to see..." Nina whimpers as she bounces around in urgency. Although she was excited to accompany Katie, the poor girl had been a little too enthusiastic and wasn't going to reach their destination with the contents of her bladder intact. "Just go over there!" Katie gestures with her head towards a small parking lot. "Goodness knows we've fucking pissed in parking lots before. Hell, half the time we piss on the cars themselves!" It was true, Nina enjoyed the thrill of reducing a person's property to nothing more than her own personal toilet and nodded at Katie's suggestion. She was right, after all. The two of them peed in public places all the time, so why was she so nervous now? Nina led the way as she meandered between the cars in the lot, hesitantly glancing from side to side. "There's no one here, girl!" Katie laughs, no longer annoyed but amused at her friend's behavior. "Just pick a spot and mark it!" Nina resigned herself and walked over to a space between two large vans to squat down before she noticed something. Giving a slight smile, she stood back up and walked over to a small white vehicle. "Hey! It's one of those stupid little 'smart' cars!" Katie remarks as she walks up to Nina. "Good choice! It deserves to be pissed on!" Nina couldn't help but chuckle a little bit at Katie's enthusiasm but still found herself a little bit apprehensive about comitting the act. Meanwhile, as Katie anticipated the scene that was soon to unfold in front of her, she nuzzles Nina from behind and presses up against her. Katie knew from experience that Nina was a good girl, but she also knew that Nina became a naughty bitch when horny -- she just needed some encouragement. Nina began to relax at Katie's touch. Just for Katie's enjoyment, she lifted up her comfortable violet T-shirt above her breasts before harshly kicking her boot against the tiny vehicle's frame. "Yowch!" Katie laughs as she examines the unsightly dent that her friend had just inflicted upon the car. Nina had a concentrated expression as she lifted her pleated raven skirt and aimed her neatly shaven pussy directly at the driver's window. "That's what I like to see!" Peering up at Katie and flashing a smirk, Nina unapologetically let forth a stream of pee against the car. She purposefully didn't put much force into it -- instead, her urine splattered all over the white bodywork of the vehicle to spread across the windows without being deflected off. Lowering her leg off the car, Nina stepped back to move her hips from side to side, ensuring that her piss would cover every inch of the siding ... which was not hard to do. As she felt her supply begin to dwindle, Nina allowed her pee to patter over the door handle on the driver's side. Leaning her pussy inches from the handle to ensure that every last drop would be spent in defiling the car, Nina let out a sigh of relief. "That felt good!" Nina grinned at Katie who was staring at the aftermath. A large puddle had formed at the car's tire's and in the air hung an unmistakable scent of piss. There was a slight tint of yellow that was now drying against the hapless smart car. "Hell yeah!" Katie exclaims as she kicks out a taillight on the unfortunate vehicle in malicious enthusiasm. "That's how we do it! Come on, let's get going ... I can't fucking WAIT for tonight!" Nina was now impishly keying the car as Katie mused at the vandalism, theft, and debauchery that the two girls would engage in that evening. Energized by the damage before them, the two girls hurried off to their original destination -- a small office that just so happened to have a plumber's and an electrician's visit scheduled the same night. The girls stood in front of the modest single-story building that housed the small graphic design start-up that had called them. Since the power was out, Katie checked under the welcome mat for the key that had been left for them and manually opened the electric lock securing the front door. Although it was pitch black inside, the dim moonlight filtering in through the windows showed a typical office layout with decorations that seemed to be trying to create a "quirky" feel -- one corner of the room even held a small basketball hoop and various baseball accessories. Still, Katie was disappointed. "Fuck! Is this all they have?" Katie exclaims. Indeed, the office was oddly barren of anything of value. "Ugh, let's look around, Nina. Think you can get the power on?" Nina could already be seen poking out her pantiless tush as she bent down on her knees to rummage through a tangle of wires in a small closet. In moments, the lights flickered on as the raven-haired girl stood back up. "Fuse was blown," Nina shrugs as she holds up the burnt fuse. Katie's fears are confirmed however as the lighting unveiled nothing of interest in the barren office building. Just as she was about to resign herself to a boring evening, she noticed a door to a storage room. Hopeful, the young blonde darts up to the door but finds it locked by an electrical mechanism. "Ugh, Nina do you think cutting the power will let me in?" Katie complains as she points out the lock. Nina walked up to the door and shook her head. "It has a battery backup," Nina replies calmly before walking away. Just as Katie was about to vent her frustrations, Nina returned with her electrical bag and, with the skill of someone who had clearly done this before, promptly short circuited the locking mechanism. They were in. Katie stared in awe as the door opened. In front of them was a pile of production-grade graphic design equipment -- Apple computers, tablets, cameras, and even smart phones had been stashed in the storage in a clear attempt to protect them from thieves. Nina too stood wide eyed as Katie victoriously exclaimed, "jackpot!" "Alright so..." Nina began. "Yup!" Katie replies. "Feel free to take anything you want!" Even after stealing a number of high-value items, the girls were still astounded at the number of electronics in the storage. "What's that you got over there, Nina?" Katie asked. "Ohh, that's a Mac Pro, huh? You should take it! I've heard they're really expensive!" Nina stood holding the powerful computer in her hands and shook her head. "I'm not taking this," she replied. Before Katie could even say anything, Nina continued, "I mean... you must be bursting to go by now, right?" Katie immediately connected the dots and flashed a wide smile. "Wellll, now that you mention it..." she winked at her friend. Nina was right, in all the excitement, Katie hadn't even noticed that she had involuntarily begun to squirm around at her bladder's pleas for relief. "But let's be good girls and put all this equipment where it belongs, first." Nina nodded and carried the Mac Pro to a desk. She then scurried to the storage room and brought back a large high definition 5K monitor to hook up to the Mac. Quickly feeling hot from the physical activity as she continued to carry equipment out of the storage, Nina pulled off her T-shirt to work topless, enjoying the sensation of the air on her exposed breasts. "Oh you got hot, huh?" Katie remarked as she set down a pile of iPads on the floor. Katie didn't have that problem -- she had opted to dress in a dangerously short tank top that just stopped short of fully covering her areolas with thin white fabric that hopelessly tried to obscure the pink flesh beneath. Being familiar with the routine, she knew that nobody ever ran into her at this time of the night. By now, the Nina had hooked up and powered on the Mac Pro, its display showcasing vibrant colors. At first glance, the desk that she had set it on looked completely normal, but then one would notice the piles upon piles of electrical equipment that the girls had placed below the desk, many of which were plugged in. Nina stepped away and is pleased to see her friend's excitement. Longingly, Katie stood in front of the desk and tugged off the tight black running shorts that she had been wearing. Having purposely avoided wearing underwear, there was a clear line of sight between her smoothly shaven pussy and the thousands of dollars worth of equipment in front of her. Her mesmerization was broken by Nina. "You ready to fuck things up?" Nina smirks as she stands beside Katie in only her skirt, now wielding a baseball bat that she had picked up from the opposite end of the room. As if to set the mood, Nina mercilessly smashed the bat against a couple of cameras at the foot of the desk. Then, cooing with adoration, she dropped to her knees and ran her hands over Katie's exposed posterior. Planting a teasingly soft kiss on Katie's right ass cheek, Nina moved away and cravingly whispered, "pee." Her heart racing, Katie is alarmed to find the floodgates within her begin to open up. Using the last of her willpower, Katie scrambled onto the desk, sending various papers fluttering to the floor and provocatively gets down on her hands and knees to position herself like a dog before a fire hydrant. Lifting a leg into the air to aim directly at the Mac Pro, Katie relaxed her muscles to send a jet of piss at the expensive device. Immediately, the office was filled with the sound of pattering as Katie's urine sprayed all over the computer. Though at first it appeared to resist the torrent of urine being aimed at it, the Mac Pro quickly began to emit a small buzzing sound and, with a pop, fizzled out completely. Satisfied with having destroyed her fire hydrant, Katie then pivoted around on the desk to aim her stream at the various electronic devices below. Nina watched as her friend pissed all over the array of equipment beneath her -- on many devices, her golden urine had begun to pool and seep into the delicate circuitry within them. She sat mesmerized as one by one, hundreds of thousands of dollars of professional grade equipment fizzled out for her friend's amusement. Katie wasn't just pissing on objects -- she was pissing on the hard work of every employee in the office. At last, Katie's stream began to slow to a dribble, dripping her last drops of urine directly onto the desk that she had so defiled. Satisfied at the damage that she had caused with her pee, Katie lowered the leg that she had kept raised throughout her escapade and kicked the 5K monitor sitting on the desk to the ground. "How was that?" The majority of the electronics lay damaged beyond repair. Each and every one of them was covered in Katie's pee that had further dripped down to cause a prominent dark patch on the office's carpet. Nina was overwhelmed with horniness and sat amidst the pee covered floor rubbing her pussy. "I don't think I can top that!" she smiles as she offers her friend a tissue, "but I'm going to try because I'm going to have to pee real soon too!" Katie dried her pussy off with the tissue before flicking it into the mess with a smirk. Excitedly, she set out at once to find a worthy place for her friend to make her toilet as Nina occupied herself with smashing any surviving equipment with her baseball bat. "Hey Nina, get in here!" Katie called out to her friend as something piqued her interest in the storage room. The girls hadn't noticed it before, but the wire-mesh shelf in the back of the storage room held a stack of papers -- a *lot* of papers, in fact. Nina picks up some of the papers. "These are concept drawings... like, what the artists use before doing their work digitally." Her eyes light up as she looks up at Katie. "They're pretty important... and pretty soakable!" She announces with a grin. "My thoughts exactly!" Laughs Katie as she watched Nina drop her skirt to stand in the nude. Nina began to reach for the papers on the shelf before Katie stopped her. "Hold on, do you think you can get up there?" Katie asks, pointing to the top of the shelf. Nina nods in understanding, effortlessly climbing on top of the shelf to flash an impish smile. "Good idea!" she replies as she perches herself atop the meshwork of metal wire. There was nothing to protect the papers below Nina if she were to, say, unleash a torrent of urine over them. She had been drinking water during their entire time at the office and she knew this was going to be big. Below her, Katie worked to toss anything else that she could find under the shelving; she ripped posters from the wall, swiped photographs from office desks, and even placed a few loose dollar bills that she had managed to find onto the shelves in hopes that Nina would urinate over it. But last but not least, Katie herself got down on her knees and leaned back at the base of the shelf. Her posture allowed her nipples to poke out from under her tank top, exposing to Nina how hard they were. This was the moment. Nina was about to make this room, and everything in it, her personal toilet. Perching like a majestic eagle to give Katie full view of her pussy, Nina leaned forward to aim herself towards the important documents below her and took a deep breath... and immediately her pee was pattering over the papers below her. Emboldened by her naughtiness, Nina applied more force so that her stream was now hissing and forcefully drenching the papers with piss. The papers didn't stand a chance as they instantly became soaked beyond recognition. Within moments, Nina's piss splashed across a soggy mess, rather than a neat pile of papers and began to spray across the various other items that Katie had placed. Showing no signs of stopping, Nina peed all over the dollar bills below her, putting her own perverted relief above the monetary value of the currency. She pissed on the photographs beneath her, showing zero regard for the memories they hoped to capture. Everything in the room was little more than something to piss on, including Katie who was now moaning underneath the shower of urine spraying from Nina's pussy. Eager to cause as much damage as possible, Nina leaned back and aimed her stream directly in front of her rather than below her. The force of Nina's peeing amazed even Katie, who was impressed by the girl's capacity despite being soaked in urine herself. Nina's pee shot across the room, clear of the entryway to splatter over the carpet outside. In a rush of naughtiness, she swayed her hips from side to side, covering the walls of the storage room with tell-tale amber liquid. She continued to do this as her piss pattered closer and closer to her before finally stopping, leaving a guilty dark patch across the carpet that stretched from the entryway to the shelf. Using her hand, Nina patted her pussy to shake off any clinging drops of pee before climbing down from the shelf. She looked around to admire the damage she caused -- not a single paper in the room was legible and those that were still intact were insultingly stained with yellow piss. The walls had beads of urine dripping down them that pooled onto the carpet, which was itself soaked by Nina's pee as it shot across the room. Nothing in the room held any more value. Nothing in the office was salvageable. The girls had seen to that. Nina smirked, satisfied with her thorough disrespect. Playfully walking over to Katie, who was lying in a daze over the wet carpet, Nina climbed on top of her to give her a deep kiss. "Let's go," she whispers. The girls got dressed and gathered their belongings (some of which were newly acquired). Feeling horny, Katie opted not to dry herself or her piss-stained tank top for the walk home. "You smell like pee!" Nina playfully giggles to Katie. "It's your piss, after all!" Katie laughs. "This entire place smells like it now!" The two friends laughed as they took one last look at the ruined office. Not a single drop of urine had fallen into a toilet -- it had fallen everyplace else. Locking the door, the two girls gleefully took a selfie in front of the building while flipping obscene gestures at the camera -- they showing no remorse for their actions. Nina in particular couldn't wait until their next "job." "What did they call you for anyways?" Nina asked Katie as the two walked along the deserted street. "I dunno," Katie shrugged as she wrung out her hair, "I wasn't paying attention. Some leak or something." Nina laughed. "Well, we sure showed them a 'leak,' didn't we?!"
  8. Library piss

    Hey there. I got in touch with a very hot girl (laura fatalle. you may know her, she pissed into the changing room). i asked her if she'd piss all over some books in a library. she would be willing to do this! who would be interested? she wants of course a fair price for the vid..
  9. Three Naughty Pee Hotties Rachel invited her friends Natalie, Dianne and Christina over for their weekly book club meeting. As the ladies gather in the family room, her nineteen year-old son, Jason, a community college student, was out mowing their lawn as well as old Mrs. Jenkins' yard next door. Settling in and sipping coffee, the ladies began a discussion about their current favorite book over coffee. Upon finishing the lawns an hour and a half later, Jason came in and headed upstairs to take a shower, only then becoming aware of his mothers' friends being there. At this point, Rachel went to the store for cigarettes, leaving her friends to continue conversing until she would return. Natalie, 37 years old with platinum blonde hair, had on leggings, a tank top and flip flops. 39 year-old Christina had long burgundy dyed hair, a white button-down sleeveless top, denim shorts barely long enough to cover her ass, and sandals. Dianne, 42, had golden blonde hair, dressed in a black mini-skirt, red blouse and 3 inch black high heels. Dianne holds a special place in Jason's memories. During a backyard picnic a few years ago, he caught a clear view of her pussy after reaching under the table to retrieve his cup that he dropped. With a short skirt and no underwear on, her hairy mound and tantalizing labia were completely exposed, accentuated by her long sexy legs. His eyes widened with an instant gut-wrenching arousal. Now relaxing in the air-conditioned room, the ladies said hello, as he walked by breathing heavily, exhausted from the yard work. At this point, They were feeling the need to pee, as the coffee had run its course, with Christina feeling the strongest urge. Engrossed in conversation, she had ignored the pressure building inside of her bladder thus far. Crossing her legs to hold herself while Jason was in the shower, she continued waiting. After 20 minutes, unable to stand the pressure any longer, she stood up and headed to the bathroom, expecting that Jason would be done. Natalie and Dianne carried on with the discussion, still awaiting Rachel's return from the store. After exiting the family room, Christina grabbed her crotch tightly and hurried up the stairs. Approaching the closed bathroom door, the audible sound of water running inside was infuriating, after giving Jason what she thought was ample time to finish showering. No longer able to hold her aching bladder, she made the difficult decision to open the door and rush in. Hey it's just me, Sorry but I gotta piss really bad! I'll be gone in a minute. Don't worry, I won't flush. Jason, shocked at her barging in like that, became excited when he heard the toilet lid smack against the tank as she opened it. An instant later was the loud rumbling sound of her powerful stream striking the toilet water, audible even over the sound of the shower spraying. Barely able to believe his ears, he nervously peeked out from the curtain and was met with the sight of her bare ass cheeks just a few feet away. She was hovering on the side of the toilet instead of directly in front of it, unable to see that she was being watched as her back was turned to him. The ceiling light above perfectly highlighted the beautiful contours of her shapely ass, with just enough illumination to also see her pussy releasing a tidal wave into the toilet. As her swollen bladder continued pulsating and aching, she pushed harder, making her anus protrude outward, partially opening and nearly doubling in size. The thick yellow stream was now rushing out with astounding pressure, hitting the water hard enough that it could've been heard down the hallway. Jason was in awe that a woman was capable of such capacity and extremely aroused by it. After a lengthy gush, her stream eventually died down to a trickle, leaking slowly for several more seconds. Christina's pink anus continued poking in and out throughout her final pushes. Now finished and still in a rush to leave, she squatted closer to the toilet and quickly shook her ass up and down a few times instead of wiping, her cheeks rippling beautifully and unintentionally slapping against the seat. Jason continued observing from the shower as she pulled her tiny white thong back up, running her thumb along the back of it to wedge it deeper into her ass. She then lifted her tight shorts up, struggling to fit her delicious backside into them, having to jump slightly to get them all the way up. Jason quickly hid back inside the shower as she walked toward the door, still zipping up her shorts. (In a semi-joking voice) Okay I'm leaving. Don't tell your mom about this. It never happened! Alone again in the bathroom, Jason now had the biggest erection of his life. After finishing his shower, he stepped out and took a look at what Christina left behind. The large volume of her strong smelling piss had noticeably filled the bowl, along with a thin layer of bubbles at the surface. Still having a solid erection, the decision to take care of himself was an easy one, standing directly over her hot liquid for visual aid. He now had two major sightings of Christina's pussy in his lifetime, the most enjoyable part for him being that she was unaware of them both. Back down in the family room, Dianne announced that the coffee had also run through her and she now needed to pee as well. Christina was torn as to whether she should still stay quiet or speak up about the bathroom not exactly being available. She decided to stick to her original decision and remain quiet, ready to make up a story if need be. Dianne heads up to the bathroom and like Christina, was met with a closed door, this time locked by Jason. Turning to go back downstairs and wait, she noticed the door to his room further down the hall and suddenly had a devious idea. Never having much liked Jason since he accidentally ran his bike into her BMW when he was fourteen and causing her to spend four-hundred dollars to fix the dent, she suddenly was intrigued at the opportunity for a little revenge. Entering his room and closing the door behind her, Dianne scanned his room for a spot to relieve herself. She quickly walked around to the far side of the bed and slid his college books away from where she wanted to leave the wet surprise. Lifting her skirt and squatting down, she grabbed her panties and moved them to the side, letting her puffy labia hang freely. After bracing herself with a few deep breaths to tame the excitement of her vile act, she pushed hard and a powerful gush of clear-colored piss came out straight onto the dark-red carpet, while making a sweet squirting sound. The tremendous volume quickly created a sizable puddle that soaked the carpet, making the wet area sink and flatten. With a full twenty seconds elapsed, Dianne was still releasing so much piss that she was starting to become concerned about the size of the large puddle, still growing as her urethra continued it's relentless assault. Thrilled by such danger, she grabbed hold of her labia and boldly directed the flow around from side to side to make a bigger mess. As her stream flowed, she lifted the blanket hanging down from the bed. Laying on the floor were Jason's six-hundred dollar professional quality headphones that he recently purchased for his music production hobby. Dianne didn't know anything about headphones but assumed they were worth a decent amount of money based on their high-quality craftsmanship and size. With no hesitation, she positioned her body to now aim right at them and violated them with the full force of her torrent, soaking the ear pads, which were made of a fine leather and velour material. A cheerful smile came over her face, fully enjoying the damage being caused, and imagining her piss getting on his ears the next time he would put them on. Then, as luck would have it, her enjoyment was instantly cut short when she heard a knock on the door and it began opening. With no time to react, Dianne remained in the squatting position, frozen in the fear of being caught while in the middle of her lewd behavior. While motionless and holding her breath, with her piss still flowing, Natalie entered, and the two women momentarily stared at each other in shock. She quickly closed the door behind her. “Are you... peeing on the floor?” Uhh...well...I...just, no... “Hurry up, that looks like a good spot to go. The damn bathrooms locked. I'm about to fuckin piss myself.” In disbelief and relieved that Natalie had the same devious intentions, she relaxed and let her pee continue spraying for a few more moments. Having flooded the headphones, she pushes the final drips out. Upon finishing, Dianne moved her panties back in place, getting some pee on her fingers in the process and wiping them on the blanket. She then moved Jason's books back to where they were, directly on top of the huge soaking area. Satisfied with relief, she hurried out of the way. Natalie rushed over and kicked the books to the side, pulled her leggings down, and squatted right over Dianne's puddle, immediately releasing a strong cascade onto the same spot. The pressure caused her stream to splash and sprinkle pee onto her feet. She added so much to the puddle that the carpet could no longer absorb the liquid, causing it to run across the surface, onto the wooden floor. Both ladies laughed as Natalie lewdly sighed in relief. Standing by the door, Dianne was able to see the yellow trail emerging on the other side of the bed, as it ran along the floor behind it. Jason's room now had a noticeable stench of piss. Dianne dared Nat to pee on the headphones as she had just done. Giggling, she accepted the challenge and aimed her stream right at them, dousing them yet again. After finishing, Natalie reached up to grab a handful of the blanket on the bed and wiped it tightly against her wet pussy and anus. Standing back up, she carelessly kicked Jason's books back into place over the now very large puddle. Natalie and Dianne, still laughing, hurried back down to the family room to join Christina and the returning Rachel, while Jason was still in the bathroom. Later that night, he entered his room and noticed a musky smell but just assumed it was his dirty work uniform laying on the floor. Laying in his bed, he reached down to grab his headphones, which were now dry. Upon plugging them into his laptop, he was horrified to hear only broken cracked sound coming out of one side, the other side completely dead. After fidgeting with the cable for a moment, failing to make them work, he threw them on the floor in anger, clueless that the cause was the gushing urethras of his mothers friends. Jason never did notice the damp puddle on the carpet that night, or the trail of piss along the floor behind the bed, which had now dried into a sticky film in the searing summer heat. The next day, all three women met for lunch and had a laugh about what they had done. (Christina blushing) I can't believe I'm telling you girls this, don't say anything to Rachel. I...took a leak while Jason was in the shower! (Dianne laughing) “Oh that's nothing, me and Nat pissed in his room!” What?! You're kidding! Really?! (Natalie) “Hey, the bathroom was locked, he must've been jerking off or somethin. Sooo... we took a huge piss in his room right on the carpet. I wiped my fuckin' pussy on his blanket too.” (Dianne) “And when we were going, we aimed right at some big ass pair of headphones under the bed too, fucking soaked them, hahaaa!!” Oh you two are so horrible! (Natalie smiling) “I'm not gonna lie, it was kinda getting me hot, especially with Dianne in the room watching me!
  10. Cinema rules

    My own rules for visiting the cinema: Never go to a popular film ... at least not at first. Even popular films fade so wait until the crowds subside. Whenever possible, go to midday screenings. Even fewer people. Pick films with plenty of noise. Battle/Fight scenes are great for hiding any splashing noises. Drink plenty of water before you go. You don't want to wait until the final credits to feel the need. If possible, sit next to the stairs. It's quicker when leaving (just in case) and you don't have to get the seat wet. No underwear! Should go without saying. Buy a large drink and consume quickly, for all the obvious reasons. Caffeinated drinks are best because caffeine is a diuretic (makes you pee). If someone sits to close, move or enjoy the added thrill/risk proximity entails. As a guy, you probably already have your cock out or at least trousers open so be careful. Relax and enjoy the film ... until you just can't wait ... then wait for a good noisy bit. Get your cock out unless wetting is your preference. I prefer to watch my pee arch flowing onto the stairs. Now really relax and let it go. A really good scene (30-45 secs) can drain your entire bladder. Remember to clamp if the noise stops, the splashing can be loud in a suddenly quiet place. Enjoy the rest of your film ... and smile the secret smile on your way out. i went to see the 14:45 screening of Wonder Woman the other day. Even at that time there were 20 people in the theatre. The little lights on the stairs highlighted a lovely, rather high, arch of piss as it landed on the steps. I did get hit with sudden quiet (annoying .. I was enjoying the moment) but overall very satisfying film. 😉 😎
  11. WD girls

    Hey girls and guys Recently I just realized how much I miss WDgirls.com! Unfortunately I missed the last chance to join the site :(! Does anyone here has an account on the site? Is is still so unbelivable good?? I joined about 5 times over the last year but missed the last chance :( on the internet you can find some of the stuff but not the really hot piss scenes.. does anybody have some content of WDgirls?
  12. Last Nights Naughty Pee

    So last night my internet wasn't working rightand no videos would load. Idk about anyone else but my favorite thing to do to get ready for bed is to get off. The only thing that helps me cum is piss. I love piss so much. And i got a naughty idea that i have a blanket in my closet i need to wash any ways what a little pee going to hurt. But as a female i love the challenege of standing and aiming and the sound piss makes hitting the wall makes me so fucking horny. So i got myself out of bed already naked, picked a wall in my closet and moved the blanket over. I spread my legs and opened my lips and took aim and nailed the wall with a huge burst of piss. I was so horny i decided to rub my clit and take turns squirting on the wall and rubbing my clit. I dud this till i covered the wall in front of me, soaked the blanket and the floor and legs were shaking in pure pleasure. Im tempted to just use my wall all weekend.
  13. My name is Maria, and I am much older than I would like to be now, and much older than I feel. Because in my heart I am still the freedom loving hippy chick I used to be in my later teens. And I miss the days spent in that hippy commune with my best friend Clare, where a load of other cool dudes hung out. But the philosophy of that place has stayed with both of us ever since. Both Clare and I grew up together, lived in the same street and went to the same schools. We have been lifelong friends since early childhood. We were raised in a time of strict rules and an excess of moral judgementalism. It was still an age when homosexuality was a sex crime in law, sex outside of marriage was frowned upon, and unmarried mothers suffered social ostracism. Sex was regarded as inherently sinful, dirty, and "smutty". But having been raised in such a repressed environment in terms of social attitudes, we came of age at a time when young people were massively rebelling against that, and the pill had just liberated women from fear of sex. It was the age of the hippy, flower power, free love, and all that jazz, and Clare and I bought into that totally. Partly, upon reflection, it offered philosophical openings for us to reject the shame that we'd internalised. You see, when still pretty young - without really understanding why - we'd discovered that we liked just peeing on Clare's bedroom carpet. It was her idea, but we started doing it quite a bit. Until her mum caught us and went off on one, giving us the whole spiel about how dirty it was, and how we should learn to use the toilet like civilised people, etc, etc. Still worse, she went to all the trouble of speaking to my mum about it, so I pretty much got the same disgusted lecture again myself. Thus an innocent pleasure was made to seem like something utterly shameful. And we internalised that shame, and absorbed the notion that what we did was totally inhuman and disgusting. As we grew up we convinced ourselves that it had just been a childish thing we'd grown out of, as a means to psychologically distance ourselves from it. But although neither of us talked about it openly with each other at the time, we both enjoyed sexual fantasies about peeing where we shouldn't, and sometimes got off on these, only to feel intense shame and guilt afterwards. So a more open, less judgemental, philosophy such as that espoused by the hippies held massive - subconscious as well as conscious - appeal to us. We didn't want to feel ashamed anymore. We both left home together at 18 and immersed ourselves in the hippy lifestyle, experimenting with mind-bending drugs and free sex, rejecting the stilted social norms we were raised to follow, as with so many youngsters at that time. We also rejected a conventional Christian outlook, and bought into notions of being at one with nature, and the need to get closer to nature. We believed that many of humanity's problems resulted from us distancing ourselves too much from nature. I guess like quite a few hippies, we were prototypical environmentalists, green campaigners, and believers in animal rights and that kind of thing. We felt - rather naively perhaps, but with the typical optimism of youth - that we and others like us were the vanguard of a better future. We generally crashed in squats or on sofas and met all sorts of people - including one young dude who told us about this hippy commune. We'd told him about the time Clare's mum caught us peeing on the carpet, talking in terms of embarrassing and shameful things we'd done as kids, when he surprised us by saying there is no need to feel ashamed. To pee anywhere is to be at one with nature, it is a way of honouring nature, and that toilets are a man made device that further removes us from nature. He told us about this commune where such things are understood and preached, and how liberating it is to be able to pee wherever without shame, and so on. Consciously, we were both very interested. I think subconsciously, we recognised an opportunity to reject the internal shame we felt about our secret pleasures. Well, we ended up in this commune where the founders - and closest thing to leaders we had, though they were more like friends offering advice - were this couple in their late 20s, about ten years older than we were at the time. The place consisted of a fairly large house with substantial grounds where we reared chickens for their eggs and grew as much of our own food as possible. There were some twenty or so others already there, mostly people in their late teens and early twenties. I remember the founders gave themselves these hippy names - Hazy and Daisy, which is kind of funny to recall now. Anyway, upon our arrival and soon after the initial introductions and welcomes, we all gathered around in a garden, with Hazy and Daisy stood behind a table, and Daisy mostly giving us their spiel. Others present would occasionally chime in, clearly already familiar with the philosophy being articulated. Basically, humanity had removed itself from nature, and created all sorts of barriers to cement that separation in stone, in the form of restrictive laws and repressive social rules. To rediscover our true path we had to reconnect with nature again and reject all the barriers society tried to create to prevent that. Sex was not a sin. It was an entirely natural gift of nature to be enjoyed. As long as no one was being hurt, or being coerced or forced into something against their will which is a crime against nature, any type of sex with anyone you want if they are willing, is never sinful, but is a way of honouring nature. Sex is not a sin. Judgementalism is a sin. She asked the rhetorical question about how many of us had been made to feel ashamed of something that was perfectly natural when we were kids. Naturally, like a laser beam, that one hit home totally for Clare and I. We were hooked on all this already. Then she talked about how natural it was to just pee freely, that toilets were another human invention designed to distance us from nature. We had toilets there but they were mostly used for number 2s, as that was the natural preference of most people. I guess piles of shit all over the place was too much even for this place, though someone taking the occasional dump in the garden was not entirely unheard of I was to discover in time. But Daisy explained how pee was also intrinsically a gift of nature and linked to fertility. She showed us ancient drawings of fertility goddesses squatting and peeing on the ground. And pointed out that to pee on the ground was to honour nature, whilst to pee in the toilet was to dishonour her. Pee was the ultimate expression of nature's fertility. Then she went on about how linking the ultimate representation of nature's fertility - pee - with her ultimate gift to humanity - sex - was the most sacred form of sexual expression conceivable. Society strives hard to describe this as dirty and uncivilised in it's campaign to remove us from nature, but it is not. And - another rhetorical question - how on earth can it harm anyone? To enjoy peeing in front of people is good, not bad. To enjoy watching someone pee, likewise. To be peed on is the ultimate unity of nature and sex, the ultimate way to honour nature and it's abundance. Peeing outdoors is normal, not dirty. But even peeing indoors on man made things is not a sin either, but a good. It is a way of bringing an act of nature to something man made, and bringing us closer to nature. Peeing wherever you want and taking pleasure in it, is natural and at one with nature, not something dirty or bad. Well, Clare and I bought into this totally almost at once. By embracing this we didn't need to feel ashamed anymore. We could feel good about our secret pleasures. Next thing we knew, Daisy stated that she needed a pee right then. So before our eyes she climbed up onto that table and hoisted her flowery skirt as she squatted down. No panties underneath. She said something about doing this for all to see and enjoy, as she started pissing. Hazy stood there grinning at the sight, whilst most others were smiling with degrees of pleasure. This guy and girl then moved forward and placed their hands under the yellow torrent, clearly enjoying Daisy's hot piss splashing through their fingers. The puddle on the table grew ever larger. Soon, pee was flowing off the front edge onto the ground. At this point a girl moved forward and got down, placing her head under the flow and opening her mouth, gulping down mouthfuls of the golden hued pee. Daisy grinned as she continued peeing, saying something about how drinking someone else's hot fresh piss was the ultimate way to honour nature with her gift of sex. When she was done, she climbed down off that table, removed her skirt and t-shirt in front of us and knelt naked beside the table, inviting others to pee on her. Hazy and a couple of other guys stepped forwards, and soon had their dicks out, spraying her with hot piss. She beckoned towards one of the younger pair and took hold of his still pissing dick as he stood before her. Then she opened her mouth and aimed his piss into it, gulping down mouthfuls with an obvious glee. Clearly she was loving it and couldn't get enough When the guys were done, this grinning girl disrobed and stepped forward, standing over her and facing her. She too started pissing in Daisy's mouth, whilst the latter eagerly gulped it down. After that, no one else needed to pee so the little impromptu golden shower session ended. Well, I could easily have peed but wasn't quite ready for the full on golden shower thing yet. All of them were warm and friendly and made us feel entirely welcome. And whether or not they expected or hoped for it, there was zero pressure at all for us to join in and pee right then anyway. We were shown around the place.....and shown a carpeted bedroom that was one of the spares we could have, though were told that people pretty much felt free to crash everywhere. There was a large communal room too. I got a feel for working in the gardens for a couple of hours.....at one point this girl was holding this guy's dick as he peed all over the carrots, lol. And when we finally got around to taking our stuff into our designated bedroom, we walked past another room where a girl was just squatting right there and peeing on the carpet. She just grinned and said "hi" as we walked past, and just carried on peeing. We were just finishing stashing all our stuff when Daisy walked in with a huge smile and asked us if we were settling in okay. We felt this place was the stuff of our dreams anyway and pretty much said so. We told her about being made to feel bad about peeing on the carpet all those years ago, and she understood. She said something like, "Well, if you choose to pee on this carpet - or anyone else's - feel free. Only act of respect we ask is that if you pee in anyone else's room - unless they have given an ok in advance - make sure they are there to enjoy the show. Quid pro quo and all that, hahaha." But peeing in the communal areas was fine at any time. Well, it was now that Clare and I broke the seal if you like. We popped a squat together in the middle of our allotted room, right there on the carpet. The hissing and splashing, and the very FEEL of what we were doing was an awesome rush. To be deliberately pissing on the carpet like that as grown adult women was such a turn on. And that wasn't all. Daisy said, "Mind if I join you?" And pretty much popped a squat right there and peed on our carpet herself. In the evening after dusk we were gathered in the communal rooms. One of the guys was strumming an acoustic guitar as we all sung songs about peace and love and against war, whilst passing a joint around - fucking hell, it was so totally hippy, lol. Hazy was even wearing a fucking kaftan, haha. Some of those present were totally naked: nudity was a frequent thing at that place and no one felt self conscious about it. And in the course of the evening, people would just pee right there in the room sometimes. A couple of girls at different times squatted and peed on the hardwood floor, whilst a guy peed against the wall beside one of the couches. When we finally went to crash out that night - after being invited by this couple to piss on the carpet in their room, which was fun - we acknowledged to each other that we felt this place was going to be amazing. Well, that was our introduction to the commune, and the beginning of some of the happiest times of our lives.
  14. 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! Note: This thread has both an introduction to provide backstory and the actual story in the following post. Introduction ---------------- Bitter? Sure. I guess that's one way of putting it. Maybe I am. How about uncaring? Disconnected from the world? Downright bitchy? Yeah, I guess those would describe me too. My name is Katie-- a nice, generic name. I'm twenty-two years old, lightly tanned, and tend to wear my hair down-- which happens to be a radiant shimmer of blond, by the way. I've got a nice firm body since I like to stay in shape, and I have a tendency to wear clothes that tend to be pricy but always flattering. So why am I telling you all of this? Because you'll never find me. See, that's the way the world works sometimes. Sometimes there's someone within an arm's reach and yet they're completely untouchable. Because the world isn't fair. I found out the hard way when I was around eighteen years old. I grew up with only my dad. Even though I didn't have a mom, we always had more than enough finances to support ourselves because my dad was an amazing businessman-- at least he was. Everybody says that the world of business is cutthroat, but it wasn't until my dad's so-called "business partners" turned against him and took all his assets that I realized just how unforgiving it can be. My dad's life work was wrenched out from under him by a group of scumbags using underhanded business practices. It was too much, and my dad ended up committing suicide shortly after. I don't hold it against him. He was a good dad. But it just... pissed me off. I think it's around then when I realized that the world was fucked. I sold everything we owned and, along with my dad's tiny inheritance fund, I put myself through trade school and just disappeared off the radar for a while. I was just going through the motions of life, unfeeling of any passion for living. Luckily, I've always been a smart cookie so I got through school quickly-- I became a plumber since it paid a decent amount and let me work without coworkers. Easy money, really. Most of it comes down to unclogging toilets. Oh, and fucking over society as it deserves to be. Do you know how many businesses want their contractors to come in at night? They don't want any service-interruptions or noise during the day. So I come in at night with the Whole. Place. All. To. Myself. So yeah, I fix their stupid plumbing. And do I steal things while I'm there? Yeah. Do I vandalize things? Fuck yeah. Have you ever had to go to the bathroom when the water isn't running? Yeah, no. I piss on the floor. And their furniture. And, if I'm really lucky, something valuable that they can't fix. It doesn't matter who they are -- they can be a big business, a tiny little startup, a charity, a church ... I don't give a fuck. This whole world is fucked anyways and I'm just playing the game. Besides... doing damage gets me horny as HELL. I've gotten pretty good at it too. The plumbing company I work for? Hah. It's a fraudulent company that doesn't exist-- I control it. Heck, I even change its name up every so often. Sometimes, I'll even make it a little interesting and let a friend of mine -- an electrician -- in on it. We'll let ourselves in at night, spend five minutes doing our jobs, then five hours ruining their shit. And then we'll be gone without a trace-- our pockets full and our bladders empty. I guess that's why I had to start sharing my stories here. I mean, a girl's got to brag a little, right? Some of my jobs are fucking wild. Plus, a part of me can't help but hope that some of my victims end up coming across my stories. Yeah-- the thousands of dollars of electrical equipment that put your startup out of business because someone pissed all over them? That was me, bitch. ...and you can't do a thing about it <3
  15. Has anyone made any pee related new years resolutions? I made two, which I've managed to keep up so far: 1) Pee outside at least once per day or somewhere where there is a risk of being seen/caught. 2) Pee somewhere other than the toilet. One Pee cannot be used for both objectives, although 2 outdoor pees in different places can count. At least one should be somewhere that wouldn't generally be considered acceptable to the general public. It has been a week so far and here are some of my examples: 1st Jan - Went to an event which involved me taking a trailer behind my car. Peed by the garage when attaching the trailer, pulled off the motorway at the exit for my destination and peed by the side of the road between car and trailer rather than waiting till I got there. When there, I peed in a public toilet block, leaving the door open so that anyone outside would have a view of me stood at the urinal (and I saw at least two ladies looking in as they walked past). Peed by the trailer again before heading home and peed again by the garage when I got back. 2nd Jan - Peed in a car park next to the car. Peed in the kitchen sink whilst making a cup of tea. 3rd Jan - Peed in the stairwell of a car park and peed in the garden at home. 4th Jan - Peed on some washing on the kitchen floor before putting it in the machine. Peed on the door of a closed public toilet. 5th Jan - Peed from a footbridge into a stream that flowed underneath. Peed in a sink in a public building. 6th Jan - Peed by a bin store next to a public building and peed in a car park next to the car, visible from the road. 7th Jan - Peed in the garden first thing, then went to town and peed in a car park stairwell (different stairwell to the one above). I'm having fun thinking of different places to pee. I'm sure there will be duplicates over the year, but I aim to keep it as varied as possible. I'm also thinking of putting together a list of potential places to pee and ticking them off as I go through the year, the challenge being to achieve them all by the end of the year.
  16. This happened around 15 years ago when some trains in south London still had separate compartments with a row of upholstered seats each side. Alone in a compartment and with a 6 minute ride to the next station (where I was getting off) I needed a toilet and decided to do it there. Pulling down my panties, and stepping out of them, I climbed up on to the seat and squatted. Holding my skirt up I tried to shit and at first only farted, but within half a minute I was successful and relieved myself on to the fabric of the seat. With this done I peed strongly on to the seat, with a puddle forming around my shoes as I was peeing faster than it was soaking in! Climbing down afterwards I was excited to see the mess I'd made, two good-sized turds and large wet area on the seat, and was craving to get myself off. Realising I still had a couple of minutes before the next station I quickly shook my clitoris with my fingertip as I looked at the mess - then gasping as I was rewarded with orgasms. By this time the train was beginning to slow down so I wiped myself with a tissue from my handbag and threw it on to the seat. Having done this I put my panties back on and was able to step off the train as if nothing had happened when it stopped.
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