Fictional Pee Stories

Page 3 of my fictional experiences thread. Link to second page at bottom.   Experiences   Urine2Deep posted Topic: Give a short summary of your hottest pee tales or sightings!   Jills.Thrills replied: Oh this thread is perfect for what I did recently! Earlier this year an older lady in my office retired so we threw a party. Let's call her Kathy. The other twelve of us decided what food we would bring in, and I offered to bake a cake, since I'd done so before and everyone liked it. The moment I offered, I knew it was going to be a special cake with my own personal extra ingredient. The reason for this? About a year ago, our accounting manager forwarded an old email to me with some vendor information I needed to process an invoice. She clearly forgot what else was on that email conversation. Me being the nosy thing I am, scrolled down reading old replies by chance, and saw where Kathy mentioned training me on doing invoices faster. Our manager replied not to, that doing it the way I was kept me busy. It caused me to have to work late some days, taking time from my kids and both of these bitches knew it. I've been planning a sudden exit without notice now that I have enough experience. In the meantime, I had a chocolate cake to prepare. So the morning of the retirement party after the kids went to school and my husband went to work, I had the house to myself, except our dog, but I trust Deuce will keep a secret for me! When I awoke I made sure to “leave some in the tank” during my morning pee. I wanted the good stuff in this cake, the potent smelly pee, not the clear watery kind after my coffee runs through me. Still in just my night gown, I whipped up the batter to just a bit too thick, placed the bowl on the floor and squatted down over it. I didn't think it would be exciting as it was but my chest was pounding. My pussy was hanging inches above the batter, it took several seconds before any pee finally trickled out. It smelled pretty strong so I was careful to only let out small squirts, and not overdo it. After there was a nice golden layer across a small portion of the batter, I stopped. Stirred it around and got it to the perfect consistency and in the oven it went. I took a shower and did my hair. When it was done, I spread the icing, popped a lid on it, got dressed and was off to work. During the luncheon, everyone had cake, (except me!) and Kathy even took a few slices home for her husband. 45 Likes           6 Replies (click to expand)   UsernameMike replied: I know a female cop that left a toilet messy, but it's better to know the whole backstory that actually started in my childhood. She was a blonde female police officer I met for the first time in my last year of grade school just before junior high. She was with a fellow officer and they discussed personal safety tips and firearm safety, even let us hold their guns, unloaded of course. They did that back in the 90's, at least in my small town. The woman was mean looking, hard face, fierce blue eyes and ponytail, had a hefty build with wide hips and shoulders, and a big chest. I remember feeling intimidated by her. She didn't say much and didn't smile once. So later that day, the officers were in a different classroom. I asked to use the restroom. As I walked down the hall, she was heading into the girls. As I was going in, I paused because I heard a loud thunderous stream coming into the hall from the girls, like nothing I'd heard before. It was weird, but the sound just gripped me. It seemed to go on forever. When the noise stopped, I heard no flush just her footsteps, then the door swung open and she came walking out, her back was to me, and didn't notice me. She went back to the classroom, then I finally continued on into the boys, feeling shaken up. Never knew women could pee like that. Did she really not flush I wonder to this day, or did I just not hear? Usually I could. Those toilets in school were loud so... That's only the beginning though. A few years later I was hanging with bad kids I shouldn't have and they were into shoplifting. A local store owner saw me snatch some candy bars and run out. I turned the corner and a police car was right there by chance, with the officer being the woman from school. She got out and ran me down in an alley behind the store, tackled me to the ground and handcuffed me. I couldn't believe how strong she was. I tried to break free as she cuffed me, but she had me pinned down. Being sixteen, luckily my punishment was only counseling and community service at a local diner, cleaning and stocking shelves. The owner offered me a job after my service period so I was still working there a year later. One late evening, in walked blue eyes and blonde ponytail. She and I made eye contact briefly and that was it, I hated her and pretty sure she couldn't care less about me. She and another officer sat down to eat, I was in the hall on a ladder cleaning vents when she walked back and went into the women's restroom. I remembered hearing her all those years prior and was now in perfect position to possibly hear her again. I heard the stall door and then a stream quickly began that sounded savage, enough that my hands suddenly felt warm. She seemed even louder than I remembered this time. I've yet to hear another woman make that deep and heavy gushing sound with as much power as she did. Just as I froze as a kid by the boys restroom, I froze on the ladder and listened to her. It was a long time because I do remember hearing the microwave beeping twice in the kitchen, once right when she started and again shortly before her stream stopped. It beeped every 30 seconds, so she lasted slightly longer. I think I was right in assuming she didn't flush all those years ago, because she came right out, no doubt the flush would've been noticeable from where I was. She sat back down to finish eating. It was my job to manage restrooms so I wasted no time using my access to the women's room. The first stall was out of order so I knew she used the second one. I went in and saw she'd left without flushing, the toilet water was colored and had foam still bubbling down. She'd pissed all over the seat. The floor was wet on one side with a puddle trailing along between the tiles, it was actually still moving. There was a definite strong smell of pussy above the toilet as well. It was a weird feeling. I still hated her for arresting me, but now had this intense attraction to her at the same time. I cleaned up the disaster of piss, and when I came out to get on the ladder again, the officers were leaving. She looked at me on her way to the door, like silently communicating, “Yeah I did that, fuck you.” It's been like 20 years now, and I still think about her, suppose she's retired by now. 36 Likes           11 Replies (click to expand)   Mysteri0us_Mark replied: My girlfriend and I were just friends as kids, went to the same school. We met again at our 20 year high school reunion. She looked amazing, still the pretty girl with long black hair I remembered, now with a slim and fit body. We stayed in contact, then were dating soon after. It was good timing as we were both divorced. I don't remember how it started but in school we had a running joke between us about peeing on ourselves. She brought it up on our 2nd date among the old childhood memories we were discussing, and from there it was a running joke again. It seemed she was more into it than she was letting on, and trying to be careful to avoid making it weird, as was I. At my place and hers, I'd heard her from outside the bathroom a few times and knew she can piss like crazy, she's got those long and very loud hissy streams that drive me wild. It was hard to stay quiet about how much I enjoyed hearing her go. That is until one day we were in the shower together a few months into the relationship and she said she'd forgot to pee. She was going to step out. I suspected she was hinting at me to escalate the joke to being real. I told her just pee in the shower. It seemed to be exactly what she wanted to hear. She spread her legs out and pissed a heavy gushing stream. I got the fastest erection of my life at damn near 40 years old. She saw how aroused I was and that was all the encouraging she needed to get more into it, pulling up on her lips to make the stream spray my legs. We were both laughing, she grabbed my dick and said it was my turn. I didn't have much at the moment but let some out on her stomach. We finished showering and I can't describe how intense sex was after that. It was already good, but once we'd broken that barrier, it got better, more physically aggressive. She can come faster than me sometimes, usually when we pee on each other in the shower right before. Occasionally she pees on me after sex while I'm laying on my back. Not too much, because changing the sheets gets tiresome. Regardless of where we do it, it's deeply intimate, I can't imagine not being able to do this with her at this point. 22 Likes           3 Replies (click to expand)   Gina_WetsOnit replied: When my husband and I were still dating, I was helping in the kitchen of the diner he'd just opened. This was before he hired any staff, so it was just us. That day I was doing most food prep while he handled customers out front. Business was going well, so one evening when it was time to close, we were making out in the kitchen. There was some lettuce on the counter from a salad I'd just made. While we kissed, he reached under my skirt and lifted me up onto the counter right on top of the lettuce and I felt some pee come out. I'd been holding it for a while and being lifted up was too much pressure for a moment. I wasn't wearing underwear either so yeah...lettuce instantly ruined. Then we were interrupted by a customer that came in. We forgot to lock the door, so my husband went out front to take one last order while I jumped down and picked wet lettuce out of my ass. I used it to wipe pee from the back of my legs too. Luckily the kitchen wasn't visible from the lobby. What did he order? A chicken salad of course. I wasn't opening a new bag just for him so I just used what I had in front of me, knowing the Italian dressing would cover any traces of my “personal” seasoning. So he became the unfortunate customer of a very special chicken salad. I even came out to bag it and hand it him personally as we thanked him. When I told my husband after, he was shocked but more turned on than anything. 34 Likes           7 Replies (click to expand)   Obi-Wan Kenopee replied: I have an interesting one that happened at a hotel a few years ago. I travel for work a few times per year, this particular time to Florida at the Courtyard Orlando Downtown. I've always been a knight owl, so on my first night I was still up watching TV. It was a bit past midnight when I stepped outside onto the balcony for some fresh air and to enjoy the view, it's really peaceful at night. As I'm standing there, I see a stream start falling from above. It was less than a foot away from where I was standing. It was weird and I didn't know what to think, so leaned forward and looked up. That's when I saw on the balcony of the floor above, some woman's ass hanging over the railing and pissing. Couldn't fucking believe what I was seeing. I just froze and kept staring, seemed she had no clue someone saw what she was doing, I wonder if she was drunk. She did have a very nice ass, sexy shape and on the bigger end of average. Since it was night I couldn't see her pussy well but the stream was insane, very strong and thick, with a wide messy spray at first, then it tightened into a focused jet that was quite noisy. It had a very distinct hiss to it, and you could hear it hitting the ground pretty hard below. Thing is, something came over me and I just reached out and let it splash my hand for a moment. Gave me a rush that felt so intense, to have this woman pissing on my hand. I was surprised how warm it was, almost hot. She finished and left her ass hanging for a bit with more drips falling very close to me, enough I had to step aside to not get wet again. She put her hands on the railing, moved her ass further out at bit and rubbed her pussy on it as she moved forward, then went back in her room. Wish I'd taken my phone out with me, could've recorded all of it, but I wasn't walking away for even a second and missing it. I smelled my hand off and on for probably the next 5 minutes before washing it. It's the only time I've had a woman's piss on my hand, and had never been that aroused before. The next morning, I went down to the gym, and saw a hot ginger woman in tight workout shorts getting off a treadmill. Wondered if it was her, later found out it was, but in this moment I first saw her, she turned around and was walking toward me. I got a good look at her as we shared a brief smile in passing. She was very attractive, beautiful with gray eyes, long dark red hair, about 5'6. She had a curvy body with thick well-shaped legs. By a stroke of luck, we passed again in the hall later while she was on the phone and mentioned her room number in the excitement of describing how much she liked it. It was right above mine, so I knew it was definitely her. I was out most of the day and left the next morning, so never saw her again, but she's got a permanent spot in my memory for sure. 24 Likes           5 Replies (click to expand)   ZorroKane replied: Probably the hottest pee story for me is my ex-girlfriend peeing on her work laptop before turning it in after her last day. She was working for a non-profit and had remote days, so they gave her the laptop to take with her. It was an old Dell from 2013 or so, damn thing was still running Windows 7 in 2020...It was short on ram and froze up on her constantly, basically she hated it and asked multiple times for a better one. She eventually found a new job that paid more. Her last day was remote and I convinced her to pee on the laptop before sending it back. I said it half-jokingly and didn't think she actually would do it. She was comfortable with it since their only IT guy was fully remote recovering from a surgery and hadn't been in the office in months. So right before we boxed it up, she laid it on the floor of our living room and pulled her shorts off one leg to squat down over it. She was nervous and laughing too much for anything to come out at first, but soon she let out with a strong burst that splashed all over the keyboard. It was more than she intended but I wanted to see more and convinced her to get the screen next. She pulled up on her lips with her fingers and did a quick squirt right on the screen. She didn't want to piss on it more, to avoid soaking the carpet. I took it to the bathroom and turned it upside down over the toilet to drain whatever got inside. Tried to turn it on for shits and giggles, and it was dead. Then we we wiped it off and boxed it up, drove to a UPS store to ship it back to her company. Never heard from them about it, so she was right. HR probably just tossed the box in the IT guy's office and it sat untouched for who knows how many months. 18 Likes           1 Reply (click to expand)                                                                                                                                                                                                           On Page <<, <1,2,3,4,5 of 5>, >>          Previously on page 2    

Those with foreskins can retract them.  Those without can't wish them into existence.  I won't say that cut cocks are bad (since I have one), but both types can piss really well!

How did that work? Did you just pee on the floor, through your knickers under a skirt, or were you wearing a diaper?

Back in my middle school Fall Out Boy era.

It is probably not getting a chance to dry properly between wettings. i usually wash my sheets weekly, but at least once a fortnight!