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  1. Didn't make it to the potty so just soaked the floor http://www.eroprofile.com/m/videos/view/Didn-t-make-it
  2. I have the video too if anyone's interested Hope you enjoy
  3. Got a great friend who knows all about my Piss fetish and he has one too. One day during a visit at my house he told me that he had to pee. I suggested it would be cool to watch him pee on my bathroom floor (Why Not? I do it all the time) He said he didn't care. I snapped this picture just before he let go. I love the toilet in the background and it's quite obvious he's not going to use the Potty. Made a few more pictures but then I had to stop and grab some towels LOL
  4. When you wake up desperate and just can't make it to the potty
  5. wetwulf

    Girl's Night 8

    Not long after I settled into the warm bath water, the door opened, and Tara entered, still completely naked. She smiled when she saw me and winked, then walked over to the toilet, put the seat and lid down, and sat down. “So,” she said, still grinning, “how much did you see?” I could feel my face go red. “Most of it,” I said, “especially the tail end of it.” She giggled and rolled her eyes. “Did it get you off?” she asked. I hesitated but then nodded. “Good,” she said. “Does Alan know?” I asked. “Yeah, but it’s okay,” Tara said. “I think he thinks you literally just realized what we were doing and ran into the bathroom really quick. But I know you.” I blushed again and smiled. “You like to watch.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept smiling and looked down at my bath water. Tara looked down at the bathroom floor and saw the towel near the door. “Was that you?” she asked. I nodded again. “Well then,” she said, “I guess I might as well add to that.” She sat back on the toilet as she scooted the towel closer to her with her foot. Without bothering to get up and lift the lid and toilet seat, she opened her legs and started to spray a warm stream of pee all over the lid. It soaked the lid and then dribbled down over the edge to the floor. Some of it leaked over the rim and down into the bowl, but most of it dripped over the edge to the towel. As I watched her, I felt like I could pee a little more, so I just sighed and added warmth to my bath water. “Hey, I can see you’re enjoying your bath,” she said. “I am,” I said as I sighed and let go completely, feeling it swirl around my vagina. Her flow finally stopped, but warm pee was still dripping from the rim of the toilet as mine was easing to an end. “What have we done to ourselves?” she asked, still grinning. “I have no idea,” I said. “When you get out of there, let’s go back downstairs. Alan is getting some sleep, so we can still have some girls’ time.” “Sounds great,” I said. She stood up and left the bathroom, the remnants of her messy pee still all over the toilet seat and on the towel on the floor. I laughed as I finished washing off and got out quickly, wrapped a clean towel around myself, and went to join her and Jennifer back in the basement. When I got down there, Jennifer was still snoozing on the mattress, laying on her back with the covers off. Tara was standing next to her. When she saw me, she put her finger to her lips and whispered, Shhhhhh. I smiled as I watched her kneel down and slide Jennifer’s panties aside as she touched her vulva. Jennifer groaned and moved just a bit. Tara and I both laughed silently as Tara continued to gently rub Jennifer. “Stop,” Jennifer mumbled, “I have to pee.” “Good morning,” Tara said, but she did not stop. Jennifer squirmed again, but she made no effort to move away or force Tara to stop. “Ohhh, that feels good, but… mmm… I’m seriously about to explode.” She spread her legs a little, allowing Tara to slip her fingers in just a little deeper. “Just tell me when,” Tara said. “Mmm hmm. Not much longer. Ohh… keep doing that.” Tara obeyed and slipped her fingers in just a little deeper, curving them and focusing on the upper part of Jennifer’s vulva. “Oh, god, that’s so good, ohhhh… mmm…” I watched her writhe and squirm as Tara stroked her vagina, and I couldn’t help but reach under my towel and start rubbing myself. “Ohhh, it’s coming, ohh, okay…” Tara took her hand away and right away a steady stream of pee flowed from Jennifer’s pussy and sprayed all over the crotch of her panties, her inner thighs, and the mattress. “Ohhh my god it’s so warm, ohhhh.” Jennifer reached down and pulled her labia apart as she continued to pee. “Oh, oh, OHHHHHHH!” and as she peed it was obvious that Jennifer climaxed, her eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. I slipped my own fingers into my vagina and gave my clit just a few strokes before I was going to my knees as I also had a small but satisfying climax. As I knelt there, I peed a little again, feeling it tickle the inside of my thigh and dribble onto the carpet under me. “So how much longer are you girls staying?” Tara asked. We laughed.
  6. Just love being naughty sometimes
  7. .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.
  8. Alfresco

    Cindy Yella

    Warning, reading this story may seriously affect your ability to view a certain pantomime in the same way ever again. It is also a little lengthy. Chapter 1 – background Cindy Yella was the 18 year old beautiful daughter of Baron Hardup of Hardup Hall; a country estate in a beautiful wooded part of the world. Cindy’s mum had died young and the Baron had re-married to Esmeralda, who had two daughters; Gertrude (21) and Grizella (19). Esmeralda was herself beautiful and had entrapped the Baron with her good looks and charms, however, once they were married and the Baron went away on long business trips, she showed her true colours and turned against Cindy, who she thought was a threat to her own daughters. Cindy was forced to do all the work around the large house, lived in cellar where the kitchen and scullery were located and only came out to do chores for her stepmother and stepsisters. Whilst in the cellar, she found that she could keep herself to herself and nobody bothered her. She liked it that way. Chapter 2 - The lazy ladies One evening in winter, Gertrude and Grizella were relaxing in the drawing room with their mother, sitting by the fire. They had been drinking copious amounts of wine and were a little worse for wear. Esmeralda had been feeling her bladder getting fuller for sometime but was reluctant to get up and leave the fireplace to go to the cold toilet room and release the building pressure. She finally had to go and stood up to leave. She moaned to her daughters about how inconvenient it was that they had to leave the nice warm fireplace just to pee. Then she said something that surprised the girls: “Do you know, I have half a mind to pee here, but I don’t have a chamber pot.” Then after a pause, “What does it matter, that lazy Cindy can clean it up, she doesn’t do anything” Esmeralda walked over to the corner of the room to the r get of the fire and lifted her copious skirts as she squatted down. Within a couple of seconds a splashing and pattering could be heard as her overfilled bladder released its pent up contents onto the bare stone floor as the girls looked on gobsmacked. “What are you looking at?” Quizzed Esmeralda. “You have seen me pee enough times before!” “Yes, maybe in the woods or in the chamber pot, but never on the floor” exclaimed Grizella. “What’s the difference? It can be mopped up. Cindy can deal with it later” “Well, that does make sense. I was about to go and pee myself. So, ..... would it be ok to follow your lead?” “Well of course. Two puddles are not much harder to clear than one. Do carry on.” By this time, Esmeralda’ jet was dwindling and the puddle was spreading out from under her skirts. She gave a quick bounce and stood up, allowing her full skirts and petticoats to fall back into place. Any stray drips being adsorbed by the petticoats as she sat back into her comfy chair. Grizella, was getting a little excited about the prospect of making the usual ordeal of peeing so much simpler. She stood and headed to the corner to the left of the fire where she followed her mother’s example and squatted above the waiting stone floor. “Oh that’s disgusting” exclaimed Gertrude. “You can’t pee there”. “Why not? Mother just did and we have been drinking a lot, so it is not like it is going to smell much or anything”. Grizella opened her flood gates. She lifted the front of her skirt and Gertrude could see her sister’s muff spraying a fan of pee in front of her, splashing down onto the waiting stone and also splashing her legs. “There you go”, said Esmeralda. “That’s so much better isn’t it.” Grizella sighed with relief “I don’t know why we haven’t done this before!” As she finished, she stood and held her skirt up a little as she walked away from the scene of her pee before letting her skirts fall back into place. “Well I am not stooping to your level” said Gertrude. As she stood and left the room, walked down the draughty corridor and squeezed herself and voluminous dress into the small chamber room, where she fought with her dress to lift everything high enough to sit on the toilet. Well, toilet may be a grand term for the contraption. All it was really was a wooden box with a hole cut in the top. The hall had been built to incorporate the device in an overhang which was over the outside walls and bodily excretia dropped to a stream below to be swept away from the hall. The icy drafts blew up from below and caused Gertrude some discomfort as she relieved herself, her own stream falling unhindered from the toilet and blowing away in the wind. The wind was strong, so most of it ended up being blown against the outer walls of the hall and adding to the streaks already present from years of use. When she finished, she straightened herself as best as possible in the confined space and returned to the drawing room. She saw her mother and sister enjoying another glass of wine and was slightly jealous that they hadn’t had to go through her ordeal. “Be a love and ring the bell, Gerty” her mother requested. Gertrude obediently pulled the cord which rang the servants bell in the cellar. Shortly after, Cindy appeared. “Yes m’lady” “Fetch us some more wine and you may need a bucket and mop - we’ve had a little spillage” Esmeralda said as she indicated the two puddles either side of the fireplace. As the evening wore on, the sisters and their mother became more drunk. They finally decided to head for bed, but they all needed to pee again. Esmeralda had no hesitation in backing up to the fireplace, lifting her skirt and peeing from a high squat onto the fire to quench it for the night. She did a good job with a high volume pee impacting the embers and instantly creating clouds of steam. Grizella repeated her performance of earlier, but this time she squatted directly in front of the chair as she was heading to bed, so the puddle wouldn’t cause her any issues. The uneven floor caused much of her pee to run backwards under the chair, where it would no doubt dry before being cleared up. Gertrude decided that if this was now accepted, she wasn’t going to repeat the trauma of going to the freezing chamber room, so she slid forward on her chair, bunched her skirts up behind her and after a bit of nervous pause, managed to release her bladder. Her nerves an uncertainty meant that she peed slowly and a fair bit of her pee ran down her bum cheeks to the front of the chair, the onwards down the upholstered front of the chair to the floor. The other two hadn’t realised what she was doing until she relaxed a bit and her stream increased, leaving her body with a distinctive hiss. Soon she was peeing a forceful stream directly onto the floor. “There you go” commented Esmeralda, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Secretly, Gertrude was actually enjoying her new found freedom and felt a tingling down there which she might just have to attend to in the privacy of her bedroom. They left the mess and retired for the evening, knowing that Cindy would be up before them and would clear up before it would cause them any issue in the morning. Chapter 3 - Cindy’s revenge Over the next few weeks, Cindy kept finding puddles around the place and dutifully cleared up as was expected, but she quietly resented the additional work and wished she could have the same freedom. She knew she couldn’t pee and leave it as she would be scolded, but she found that she could exact revenge in other subtle ways. On Tuesday, it was laundry day. Cindy dutifully collected the ladies’ clothes from their bedroom and brought them to the scullery. She knew she would not be disturbed as nobody else came down there. After Cindy had washed the clothes, she laid some of the girls’ best dresses on the floor and stood over them. She lifted her ragged dress and squatted down, releasing her own washing fluid onto the dresses. She took great pleasure in moving her body around to spray as much of the dresses as possible until they were well and truly soaked. She then left them to air dry before returning them to their owners with a faint, barely detectable odour. When she next saw the girls wearing the dresses, it gave her great pleasure to know that they were wearing her pee. Cindy was also finding it to be a pain to go upstairs from the cellar kitchen to the draughty toilet for a pee, so she started taking a leaf from her stepsisters book and finding other options - but ones where she wouldn’t need to clear up. The most common one was the scullery sink. Sometimes there would be pots and pans in the sink waiting to be washed, but that didn’t worry her. She would pull up her rags, reverse up to the sink and let fly all over the pots. After all, it helped to give them a pre-soak. Over time, Cindy resented her stepsisters more and more. She had a wicked idea and decided to pee a bit in their broth. Just a little at first. They didn’t notice. So next time it was a bit more. Still they didn’t complain. She upped the anti and started regularly peeing in the water that was used to cook vegetables, add her own flavour to soups and stews and even sometimes she would take a goblet of wine for herself and top up the bottle by holding it to her muff and releasing her bladder into it. As long as she served that bottle of wine once they were already drunk, they didn’t seem to notice. Chapter 4 - A walk in the woods Cindy had to go out in the woods to collect firewood. She had been out for a couple of hours when she felt the need to relieve herself. She was no stranger to peeing outside as she often ended up staying out for hours just to avoid her annoying stepmother and stepsisters. There was rarely anyone around these parts of the woods, so she didn’t worry too much about hiding herself. She simply squatted down where she was, lifted her ragged dress, exposing her naked bottom to the elements and released her bladder onto the mossy carpet of the woodland floor. However, on this particular occasion, just as she had assumed the position it happened that Prince Charming was out riding his horse and rounded a bend in the path to be greeted by the sight of Cindy’s beautiful derrière in the distance. He was mesmerised and quietly rode a bit nearer. Cindy didn’t notice as she was facing the other way. The Prince silently enjoyed the vision unfolding before him with Cindy’s pale cheeks on show and a glistening stream falling gently and almost silently to the springy moss below her. As the Prince was captivated by the beautiful sight, his horse whinnied. Cindy was startled, jumped up and turned to see the the well dressed gentleman and was mortified that he had caught her in full flow. She curtsied an apology and fled into the thick woods. The prince called after her to stop, but she knew the woods too well and was quickly gone. Over the next few days, the Prince couldn’t get the vision out of his mind and he was determined to meet this girl again, but How could he do that. He didn’t know her name or where she lived. He rode around that area over the next few days but didn’t see her anywhere. Then he came up with the idea of throwing a ball and inviting every lady in the area. Chapter 5 - The invitations Cindy was sweeping the hallway when the great door bell rang. She went to answer it and was greeted by a well dressed man who said he was representing Prince Charming. She showed him in to the Drawing room where Grizella, Gertrude and Esmeralda were sitting having morning coffee. The Prince’s aide announced the Prince’s decree that all ladies should attend a ball that Saturday evening and provided invitations for the four of them. The girls all got very excited, including Cindy, who had never been to a ball or seen the Prince (she didn’t know who it was who had seen her in the woods). No sooner was the Prince’s Aide gone than Grizella turned on Cindy saying “Well don’t think for a minute that you are going! The Prince wouldn’t want to see a scruff like you and you don’t have a dress!” Gertrude continued “And anyway, who is going to stay and clean the house? You will have so much to do that you won’t have the time.” Esmeralda snatched the ticket from Cindy’s hands “This is what your ticket deserves” as she tore it in half and threw it on the floor, then she proceeded to squat over it and pissed a torrent right there in the middle of the room so that the ticket became a soggy mess in a growing puddle. Cindy fled from the room down to the cellar where she slumped in a corner and wept. __________ That's as far as I've got. More to follow shortly.
  9. wetwulf

    Girls Night 3

    After our wetting experience was over, we all three looked at each other, smiling but also realizing nothing would be the same between us. Tara was the first to break the quiet moment. “More drinks?” she asked. Jennifer and I agreed and Tara reached behind the bar and took out some glasses, a bag of ice, some strawberries, a lime, and the bottle of Bacardi. She took all of this to the blender and was soon making us all daiquiris. She handed mine to me and then Jennifer’s and took her own and walked to the other couch across from us. I took a sip and right away tasted the rum. “Strong,” I said, laughing. Tara just smiled her now-familiar wicked smile. “Okay, so I have to know,” Jennifer said. “How long has this been going on?” “What?” Tara asked. “You know what,” Jennifer said. I took another sip of my drink and laughed. “Out with it,” Jennifer said. “Fine,” Tara said, sighing and taking a sip of her drink. “It started when I was in college. I lived in the dorms, and my roommate was a party girl. I didn’t mind, though, because she never partied in the room, and I met a lot of cute guys through her when I joined her at a few parties. But she came back smashed a lot, like almost every night. There was one night she came in and tried to be quiet, but she made a lot of noise struggling to get up into her bunk. I watched her in the darkness but didn’t say anything to let on that I was awake. She eventually gave up trying to climb the ladder and just stood next to our beds. I heard her curse, and then she said, ‘I don’t really want to stumble all the way out there.’ “I had no clue what she was talking about, assuming she was just really drunk, but I kept watching her. She sighed and walked over to the corner of our dorm room. It was a little tougher to see her in the dark corner, but a few seconds after she stepped over there I heard a soft hissing sound. I tried and tried to figure out what it might be, and every time my brain came back to the same thing. She was peeing on our dorm room floor. I finally had to say something.” “’Uhh, Danielle, what are you doing?’ I asked. She gasped, but she didn’t seem to move from her spot in the corner, and the sound continued. ‘I’m really sorry, Tara. I just really had to pee, and I’m too drunk to make it out to the bathroom. I’ll clean it up in the morning, I swear.’ All I could think to say in return was, ‘Umm…okay.’ I was also amazed that she continued to pee a full hissing stream even while talking to me. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I really had to go. Ohh, that feels much better.’ I still couldn’t see very well, but the sounds of her pleasure and relief were unmistakable. Speaking of relief…” Tara sat up and spread her legs. She sighed and a steady stream of urine sprayed from between her bare pussy and soaked the couch cushion under her. She took another sip of her drink as she continued to warm her seat with a hot gush of pee. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said. “Anyway, back to the story,” she continued, still peeing. “Danielle finally stopped peeing, and I really didn’t know what to say. She walked back over and grabbed her covers and pillow from the top bunk and threw them onto the floor next to our bunks. I noticed she was naked from the waist down. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I understand if you’re grossed out and you want a new roommate, but I had to go.’ I told her it was okay, that it happens sometimes, and she then asked me if I’ve ever been caught short like that. I told her I had, and she pried further until I told her about an accident after work when we were really busy, and we locked up after closing, and I realized too late that I hadn’t used the bathroom. I didn’t make it home, but had to pull off and still ended up wetting my work uniform. Luckily, no one was up when I got home and I changed and showered.” I heard a hissing sound next to me and looked over to see Jennifer licking her lips and sighing. She was sitting normally, though, but the sound and her expressions of relief made it obvious what she was doing. Tara just smiled and continued her story. “So as I’m telling this, I notice movement under Danielle’s covers. She kind of has her legs apart and I gasp when I realize she’s touching herself. ‘Are you masturbating?’ I asked. ‘I am,’ she said. ‘Alcohol makes me randy as hell.’ I laughed. ‘And so does peeing.’ ‘Peeing makes you horny?’ I asked. I was more confused than bothered by it. ‘Well, not like any peeing. It’s not like I get off every time I go to the bathroom. But, like…what I just did…and like in your story…I get off on peeing places I shouldn’t.’ I honestly didn’t know what to say, but I could hear her still rubbing herself like it didn’t even matter that I was right there. And to be honest, I felt kind of horny, too, just from hearing her sighs of pleasure.” I moved in my seat, feeling the pressure in my bladder grow, but I wasn’t ready to release it yet. Tara and Jennifer both looked at me, probably expecting something. “Sorry,” I said, “not yet.” They both laughed. “Anyway, she kept rubbing herself, and in spite of how awkward this whole thing was I found myself reaching under my covers and slipping a finger between my panties to rub myself, too, but being as quiet and subtle as I could. It didn’t matter, though, because Danielle wasn’t subtle at all. Her sighs had become moans and gasps, and I could see her silhouette in the dark room squirming and writhing. She was really into it. ‘Oh my god,’ she said, ‘I’m gonna come. Ohhh!’ She moved and bucked and gasped and then stretched out on the floor and sighed as her climax ended. The sounds of her pleasure and the feel of my fingers stroking my clitoris sent me into my own orgasm, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming, too.” “Wow,” Jennifer said. “Oh, that’s not even the end,” Tara said. As I was coming down, Danielle said, ‘Oh, I always have to pee after I come. Ah, what the hell.’ And I kid you not, she just sighed and I heard her warm pee dribbling as she just laid there and let it out. ‘Sorry,’ she said again. ‘I really will clean it up in the morning.’ I told her it was no big deal, but then I realized I also had to go.” I finally felt the pressure growing enough that I needed relief, so I sat up in my seat, put my legs under me and spread them slightly. I sighed and let my pee go in a steady dribble that splashed against the couch cushion. I sat back and relaxed as I felt some of it absorb into the cushion under me, warming my bottom, and some of it continued to splash and dribble all over my butt, vagina and thighs. “Nice,” Tara said and smiled at me. “Anyway, I knew I needed to pee, too, now, so I had this debate in my head. Do I get up and make the trip down the hall to the bathroom? Thinking that was the sensible thing to do, I sat up and started to get out of bed. Danielle asked where I was going, and I told her. ‘Seriously?’ she said. ‘I just peed on our dorm room floor…twice. You don’t have to walk out there if you don’t want.’ I sat still, wondering if she was serious. ‘For real, Tara. This might be the only time you don’t have to walk all the way down the hall just to pee.’ I laughed. ‘Well what do you want me to do, pee on the floor, too?’ I asked. ‘Do whatever you want,’ she said. ‘Just go over in the corner like I did.’ I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was kind of thrilling, too. I wanted to, but it seemed so wrong. ‘You really don’t mind?’ I asked. She laughed. ‘No, I don’t mind.’ I heard hissing next to me again and looked to see Jennifer smiling and biting her lip as she warmed the cushion under her again. “Ohhh, god,” she said as the hissing grew louder and I could see a puddle forming under her before soaking slowly into the cushion. “Feel good?” Tara asked. Jennifer just nodded. “So, I got up from my bed and walked over to the corner of the room. I felt the wet carpet on my feet and giggled, surprised that I wasn’t more grossed out that I had just stepped in my roommate’s pee. But by now I knew I would be adding to it anyway. I felt the pressure growing, so I stood still and waited until I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer. I knew I wanted to try just standing there and going through my panties like Danielle had done, but at first nothing would come out. ‘Just close your eyes,’ Danielle said, ‘and imagine you’re in the bathroom, on the toilet, about to go.’ I did as she said, and still nothing. ‘Have you ever peed in the shower?’ she asked. I said yes, that I had, lots of times. ‘Picture that, then,’ she said. I closed my eyes and imagined I was standing in the shower. I could feel my pee getting close, so I reached down and pulled my panties aside. Within a few seconds, a small dribble started and I gasped when it came out. Danielle laughed. ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ All I could do was mumble as the dribble became a steady flow that trickled down my legs and splashed to the floor. Not caring anymore, I brought my legs together and sighed as I just emptied my bladder into my panties and let it run down my legs. I gasped again, and I must have had another small orgasm because my knees got weak and I thought I was going to collapse with pleasure. When I finished, I slipped my soaked panties off, left them in the floor, and crawled back into bed. I could hear more dribbling coming from Danielle. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘had to go some more.’ I laughed. “Two more times that night I heard dribbling and hissing coming from Danielle. And when the alarm woke us up the next morning, she looked up at me and smiled as she emptied her morning bladder right there where she lay. The carpet under her was soaked. I smiled and sat up at the foot of my bed, facing the corner where we had peed the night before. I could see the dark wet spots from where we had peed there. I had to pee, too, but instead of getting up and walking to the corner I just hung my legs over the edge of the bed and scooted my bare bottom out then let it go. That was the beginning of a friendship that messed me up forever. We scrubbed the dorm floors, but after that Danielle and I looked for opportunities to pee other places: the library, lounges, at parties, and sometimes we would sneak off and masturbate. That was how it started.” Jennifer and I both applauded, and Tara leaned forward into a small bow. When she sat back up, she smiled and sighed and we could see a puddle forming under her again. “And now I’ve messed you two up,” she said. We all laughed.
  10. Larry and Jerry these two grown men were having a lot of fun camping. They had just peed together on the ground of their camping sight together and discovered they both really like peeing. "Well," Jerry said, "Yes, that was a lot of fun peeing together in the dirt of the camp sight. There is something so freeing about peeing outside that I very much enjoy. I also like the freeing feeling from peeing in the shower, in a like, and in a pool. When I became more of a rebelious teenager at age 19, I tried this new exciting way to pee," Jerry paused. Larry responded, "Do tell." Jerry mumbled, "Well at age 19 I started when in a park bathroom standing next to the urinal, aiming my dick to one side, and then purposefully peeing on the concrete floor for the whole time if peeing and making a big puddle on the wall and floor, and then leaving it there making it look like I accidentally leaked on the floor when actually purposefully peeing on the floor. So much fun. I love the adrenaline rush, the rebellious feeling, the excitement, and the arousal I get from purposfully peeing on park bathroom floors." Larry replied, "I do that same thing as well. I started doing that my mid teen years. I also aim my dick to the side when standing next to a urinal and aim for the floor, and have so much fun leaving my piss for someone else to clean." "Want to pee together next time we have to pee on the floor of the mens room on the bathroom?" Jerry asked. "Hell Yah that sounds like so much fun, doing some floor peeing together," Larry replied. They had both emptied their bladders all the way just then in the dirt so it would be awhile before they both had to pee. Before going to bed when they were both brushing their teeth in the bathroom they realized it was late almost everyone else on their camp sight had gone to bed. When they were done flossing and brushing they stood next to the two urinals, held their big dicks next to each other pointed on a spot on the wall between the two urinal boxes. "On the count of three," Larry said, "1, 2, 3. Both men started peeing big strong torrents the started hitting the wall between the two urinals at the same time, they watched their pee roll down the wall and roll across the floor and kept peeing and peeing letting it floor and continued watching their pee roll across the concrete floor and into the drain on the other side of the bathroom floor. They continued until the last few drops that Jerry had to go while Larry was still peeing for another five seconds as they watched their puddle get bigger and bigger until Larry's pee also reduced to drops. "I win, I peed longer," said Larry. "Well that was sure fun," replied Jerry. "I've enjoyed this naughty behavior alone for a long time, but doing it with a friend is something else. To be continued at some point.
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