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  1. 22 points
    Hi you all!!!! Merry Christmas!!! This is for all my friends on the site… do you like my outfit? ...and soon you'll see me slip out of it… to christen the New Year with my Golden stream!!!
  2. 14 points
    My partner and I were traveling out of town via train. The journey was six hours long... we started the trip with a glass of wine. I had a second glass. After an hour had passed I was needing to go to the restroom. I told my partner this and a wide smile opened on his face. He looked around and stated the obvious, that no one was near us for at least three rows back. I conveniently had a short black dress on, with a black thong on underneath. I edged off the seat, spread my legs, pulled my panties to the side and went pee. It gushed out of me, hitting the floor underneath. My partner staring in awe. I did this one more time, but this time right before we exited, onto the seat. I hovered right above it, with my panties to the side and let go onto the carpeted seat. It soaked most of it up, but some of it puddled up onto the seat. Later in the evening we got to the hotel and our pee fun continued... I ordered a glass of champagne from room service. I answered the door in a robe with nothing on underneath. I opened the bottle, took a few swigs, handed it off to my partner. Then I took off my robe, sat on the edge of the sofa, spread my legs and pissed onto the floor. The carpet soaked all of it up beautifully, leaving a nice large stain. I finished the bottle, had a glass of water and held my bladder for what felt like an eternity. Eventually I reallyyyy needed to go. I asked my partner where I should go next and he suggested the balcony. I went out to the balcony with the robe still off, squatted down, and let it all flood out, it began dripping to the balcony underneath, I drank so much it was clear though. I kept pissing for about 30 seconds, bounced my butt up and down letting the droplets onto the ground. I felt so much relief. After all that fun my partner insisted we order another bottle of champagne and try for another round. I complied. This time I answered the door in a short skirt, black crop top, and red bottomed heels. I could hardly stand up from the buzz. We closed the door, pouring another glass each. I chugged this one, had a few sips of water and really needed to go. This time my partner had me sit on his lap on the sofa, with his legs spread, and my pussy right between them. I peed right between his legs onto the cushion. Soaking his thighs and the couch underneath. By the end his pants were soaked from my glorious pussy water.
  3. 13 points
    i was sooo desperate this morning. after a few leaks and about 45 minutes of struggling, i finally couldn’t hold it anymore.
  4. 12 points
    well, these aren’t my puddles for once, and i didn’t witness the acts, but they certainly look like some people had too much to drink on new years eve. lol. i saw a few more around the bar district. i’d have to guess a gal had a squat, maybe a stand even for this one. and, i know it’s not in the topic heading, but, i’m sharing it anyway, pretty sure a guy (or several) used this makeshift urinal. would have been exciting to catch that!
  5. 12 points
    This story is a continuation of the stories with my characters Nina and Katie. Thank you so much for your continued feedback and criticism -- you all have been very welcoming and accepting of my stories! This story contains content that may be objectionable to some, namely themes of vandalism, theft, and malice. All characters and events are works of fiction. Thank you! Pee Vandalism with Nina and Katie - Vacation  --------------------- The PA system chimed overhead, signaling the closure of a nearby gate. Starting today, the girls were treating themselves to a vacation -- over the past few weeks, the duo had worked extra hard ransacking their workplaces and breaking into cars to accrue quite a large sum of money. Eager to blow their ill-gotten rewards, Nina and Katie had splurged on Business Class tickets to Paris. For the next two weeks, they only thing on their mind would be utter relaxation... which would naturally include relaxing their bladders too at others' expense. The two little puddles cooling off in the back seat of their Uber driver's car would suggest that the girls were even less reticent in their habits than usual, relieving themselves whenever opportunity allowed it. Still, since Nina and Katie were about to ride in a crowded flight alongside the sort of passengers who would purchase Business Class seats, they had to be good girls for now. One look at Katie suggested this much, and Katie had been such a good girl today -- the skirt she was wearing even fully covered her pussy for a change! As her classy black pencil skirt hugged the curves of her posterior, the white blouse she wore covered the rest of her body, even obscuring the ample cleavage produced by the sheer black bra beneath her clothes. Of course, a girl like Katie would never run around without panties and would certainly not take an opportunity to empty herself over the floor of the elevator at the other end of the terminal -- it was a pity that no one could check to prove otherwise. The raven-haired Nina also looked sharp, though such an appearance was closer to her usual attire. As the quieter, more understated counterpart to Katie's presence, Nina was setting a good example by wearing underwear under her pleated navy skirt. Though the pearly white thong she was wearing was crotchless, no one would find out about that little detail. Surely an innocent mistake, much like the fact that she had neglected to wear a bra -- it's not as if she wanted to be seen with her nipples poking at her blouse's fabric or anything. The PA chimed once again overhead. "Phew! It's about time!" Katie grinned as she noted that their flight was finally preparing for boarding. Since this was a night time flight, the passengers lining up at the gate looked tired and weary. Nina and Katie on the other hand, were quickly welcomed aboard the Business cabin, bypassing the need to wait entirely. "Wow..." Nina murmured as she stepped into the aircraft to take in her surroundings. The Business Class cabin was designed in a standard 1-2-1 layout with private pods housing lie-flat capable seats for its clientele. Towards the back of the cabin, the Economy class could be seen until the large fabric curtain separating the cabins would be drawn on departure. The girls had been assigned the rear-most pods in the cabin and were unfortunately placed on the opposite ends of the aisle. Katie noted this with a momentary dismayed expression, but winked at Nina across the aisle and whispered, "let's share our stories later!" Nina nodded, understanding what her friend meant, and took her seat. Almost as soon as she did so, she was approached by a flight attendant offering her champagne for a light "pre-takeoff" refresher. Nina heartily accepted a glass, which was actually quite generous in its sizing, and the corner of her mouth upturned ever so slightly to give the faintest hint of a smirk -- her friend across the aisle who was now speaking with a different flight attendant, was accepting the same offer. It didn't take long for the flight to get underway and the two girls enjoyed the abundant five-course meal that had been so generously served to them. Nina and Katie in particular had kept the attendants busy by having them constantly run to the galley to fetch them more drinks. Even as the cabin lights throughout the plane began to dim as a suggestion to passengers to sleep, the girls relentlessly kept calling the attendants. It was a limitless supply. As glass after glass was brought to her, Katie could feel her pussy tingle in naughty anticipation. After having been so "good" today, the blonde's body was begging her to be bad. She had worked so hard to relish in the immaculate comfort offered by the cabin that cost thousands of dollars to ride -- she wanted to defile it. Nothing would bring her more pleasure. Instead of being thankful for the privilege of flying Business Class, Katie wanted to be naughtier than ever. Katie shuffled in her seat, knowing that she would have to release some of her bladder's pressure soon. Still, she wanted to test the waters first and instead of pattering over the floor, she decided to be more discrete about it. Donning a blanket to cover herself, she reached below to first unzip her pencil skirt slightly to loosen it and proceeded to bunch it up around her waist. Katie's bare sun-kissed ass was now directly on her seat, allowing her to feel liberated in some ways. She then scooted forward slightly to hang her pussy over the edge of the seat. For a moment, Katie couldn't help but glance under her blanket at her engorged, shaven pussy aimed towards the floor and playfully allowed just a couple drops to dribble onto the carpet below. "Not yet!" she giggled to herself. She still had to be "good" as she tested what she would be able to get away with -- she will have the chance to be naughty later. Thus, for now, Katie figured that she should urinate as a proper lady should by depositing it into porcelain. Deftly, Katie swiped the large porcelain mug (that had recently been filled with coffee) off her tray and held it between her legs. Chuckling at her behavior, she then slowly relaxed her bladder to allow a thin stream of pee to start pouring into the cup. The sound was inaudible over the aircraft's engines, and nobody could make out the faint hiss as Katie began to pee with more force, quickly filling up the mug. Instantly, Katie clamped off her stream to dribble the remaining drops into the vessel before placing it back on her tray. Nobody was the wiser. Katie smiled, pleased with herself for being so discrete. The sky was now completely dark outside her window as night had fallen and Katie figured it would be a good time to stretch out and yawn. As she did so, the blonde slid her left hand between her legs, rubbing herself to reward her restraint. Feeling playful, she picked up the mug as she continued to stretch, and quite deliberately poured its contents out onto the carpeted aisle. "Oops!" she chuckled, watching as her piss briefly washed over the carpet before getting absorbed. Close examination showed signs of a stain, but nothing too noticeable. Perfect. Grinning, she began to get comfy as she grew more confident in the damage that she would be able to cause. Pleased at having a chance to act like a brat, Katie wasted no time in calling over the attendant to order more drinks, eager to play some more. Before long, she had filled up the mug once again alongside two large champagne glasses. As she scooted forward to flick her pussy dry, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the Economy cabin through the edge of the curtain separating them. She smirked. She was enjoying acting like a spoiled bitch looking down on the Economy Class passengers. Picking up a champagne glass filled with her amber pee, she flicked her wrist and splashed it against the curtain. That's what she thought about the people beneath her. She repeated the act with her mug, watching as yellow droplets glistened through the air to collide with the fabric, staining it with her urine. The fabric curtain must have been cheaply made, as her piss had quickly saturated it and was now messily dripping down to the carpet. Picking up the last champagne glass, she gave the curtain one more dousing for good measure and promptly threw the glass receptacle at the floor to shatter it. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! It just slipped and..." Katie immediately began apologizing after calling an attendant, skillfully lying to cover up her act. In truth of course, Katie was thrilled at the chance to break something aboard the plane and felt that her flight was shaping up nicely. Acutely aware that her bladder still had not attained emptiness, Katie instead decided to wait for herself to refill -- she wanted to try something else next. --- Meanwhile, Nina was pushing the boundaries in her own way on her side of the cabin. She too was gleefully having fun at the expense of the Economy Class, and the meek girl had begun to show her true colors. She had already slipped past the divider curtain twice to carefully take the easy-to-reach carryon bags from Economy passengers as they slept. By now, she had a little hoard of small travel bags, a purse, and (somehow) a larger suitcase with wheels. Nina quietly squirmed around as she occupied herself with the belongings she had stolen. Her bladder was dangerously close to capacity, but she still felt that she could hold out for a few minutes. Sifting through the bags, Nina pocketed any valuables that interested her and damaged the belongings she felt would be fun to break. She did not particularly care that many of the objects in front of her were likely important to their owners -- she was merely enjoying herself out of simple malice. For this reason, it was only when Nina got bored that she decided that it was time to empty the contents of her bladder. The tiny Nina was certain that nobody would see her crouched in her pod. With so many toilets in front of her, which should she pick first? Opting to start small, Nina first opened up a small leather purse. Although it had contained a good amount of money, the rest of its items were boring -- pictures, entry papers, and a few books. "Meh," Nina thought as she squat down and held the purse open between her legs. Her crotchless thong made it easy for her to relieve herself, as no fabric stood between her pussy and the purse. There was no slow dribble or any sort of prelude -- just simple nonchalance. Without hesitation, Nina began pissing, her urine audibly hissing and splashing the contents inside. Just another toilet to her. After just a few seconds, Nina pushed the purse aside and squat down over a travel bag to once again urinate with no discretion and no regard for what she was doing. The next bag she opened however held a shiny new iPhone, a Nintendo 3DS, and a watch. Squatting over it, she this time positioned herself lower so as to hit the electronics more directly with her stream and once again began forcefully peeing again with perfect nonchalance no different than if she were at the lavatory. Cutting off the stream, Nina glanced inside, satisfied that the devices no longer displayed their standby lights on account of having been damaged by her urine. With a shrug, she pushed aside the bag to this time open the large suitcase and completely opened its front. She had been hoping that it would be packed with clothes and was pleased to find an expensive tuxedo placed atop a stack of bridesmaid dresses. Instead of squatting, this time Nina crawled on top of the case and sat down on the clothes. Her back was arched and her legs were spread -- her pussy was pressed directly against the clothes. Nina couldn't help but let out a small moan as she finally allowed her bladder release, this time intending to empty herself over the clothes. There was only a faint hiss as her piss shot into the stack of fabric beneath her, instantly soaking each layer until the clothing was hopelessly stained. After a moment, listening closely, Nina could hear a change in the pitch of her pee striking the suitcase contents and realized that it was now pooling at the bottom of the case. This was of no concern to Nina of course, but knowing that she was so thoroughly saturating the cloth beneath her brought a smile to her face. Once she finished, she shook herself over the open case to dribble any last drops of pee into it and wiped herself with the Tuxedo. All of the bags around her -- all belongings of others -- stood saturated with Nina's urine, used as nothing more than convenient toilets for her relief. The girl didn't simply disrespect the passengers' luggage -- she showed no more regard for them as she would for a urinal. Their loss had brought her pleasure and relief, and Nina would do it again in a heartbeat. As Nina swiftly snuck back to the Economy Cabin to return the bags, she fantasized about how the passengers must feel once they realized that someone had pissed on their belongings. Her mind aglow, she was already planning what to vandalize next. --- "Psst!" Katie jumped as she saw Nina emerge from the Economy Cabin curtain behind her. "What the fuck are you doing over there?!" Katie whispered angrily. "Oh nothing," Nina answered coyly. "I've just been busy... as have you!" she chuckled. Nina knew the curtain had felt a little damp and knew her friend well enough to know that she must have been pissing on it somehow. Katie simply laughed. "Yeah! I think it's starting to smell back there a little bit. But anyways, it looks like they don't care too much if we sneak over there, huh?" Nina shook her head and handed Katie a small booklet before scurrying off to her seat. Perplexed, Katie opened the book and laughed. Nina had handed her a passport that was obviously taken from somebody's bag -- and she had apparently spent time scribbling in it. "TOILET PAPER," read the inside front cover in pen ink, and Nina had taken the liberty of drawing cutesy animals across the pages. Her masterpiece appeared to be an adorable looking cartoon dog that she had drawn lifting its leg, and it would almost be a cute picture if it weren't for the added vulgarity; Nina had drawn a large penis between the dog's legs and it was clearly peeing a dotted line in an arc... directly onto the passport bearer's face. The dog was something that Nina had adopted as a calling-card of sorts, and would make it a point to key its visage into the paint job of any car that she would pee over back home. Clearly, Nina was enjoying being her destructive, remorseless self, so Katie was given an idea... By now, Katie's bladder was full once again, making its presence known for the second time that flight. However, she couldn't let go just yet as what she had in mind would require her to get out of her chair. Katie clumsily propped herself up in her seat so as to smooth her pencil skirt back to the way it should be. As she stood up, she almost doubled over in pain from her bulging bladder, but Katie managed to hold on to every last drop as she shuffled out of her pod. Since Nina was able to get back there, Katie reasoned, everyone must be asleep in the Economy cabin. As she grinned slighly at the sight of the soggy piss-stained curtain, she quickly snuck behind it to stand in the Economy Class. "Cattle Class," Katie thought to herself as she prepared to show them exactly what she thought of their cabin. Emboldened by her previous actions, Katie unzipped and removed her pencil skirt completely, holding it in her hands. Almost immediately after, she dropped down to a low squat. She was wearing nothing below her waist, and her pussy was in plain view to anyone who might be looking in her direction. It was also in plain view of the floor. Without hesitation, she began peeing. It was a lazy, drawn-out stream to minimize the noise, yet somehow her lack of hurry made her deed even more disrespectful. "Hmph, at least the bathrooms onboard this plane were spacious," Katie thought as her stream hissed gently. The substantially thinner Economy Class carpet barely even put up a fight to absorb Katie's piss and her yellow puddle soon began spreading across the carpet in all directions. The gentle trickling sound of her pee striking the soggy carpet, although quiet, still made the unmistakable sound of naughty behavior as she continued to patter against it in the dark, with little sign of abatement. "Ahh!" Katie sighed in ecstasy as she treated the peons' cabin as her personal toilet, gleefully peeing in their space for her own convenience. Perhaps however, she must have sighed a bit too loudly as she looked in front of her to see a teenage boy waking up to the sound of her pissing. "Ugh, brat," Katie thought to herself as she prepared to make a hasty exit but noted that the boy was fixated. A quick glance to his parents confirmed that they were still asleep, and Katie let out a coy smile. Katie had always been a natural at manipulating others, and she could tell the boy was more interested in the sight of a half-naked girl than ratting her out. Katie put a finger to her mouth, playfully opening her legs to give him a better look. All the while of course, she was still pissing all over the floor. And while she had taken care to aim her pee properly to account for the cramped Economy aisle, Katie now saw a chance and decided to take it. At the boy's feet lay a Nintendo Switch, still powered on and paused mid-game. Very carefully, Katie tilted her hips and pushed a little harder to inch her stream closer to the boy's feet. Still, the boy was fixated. Then Katie cut off her flow. Urine was now coating the aisle and the smell of fresh pee could now be detected. Katie's gaze never moved from the boy's eyes and, letting out a cutesy giggle for what she was about to do, Katie once again put her finger to her mouth. Immediately, the unmistakable hiss of peeing filled the cabin. This time, she was pissing hard and fast... all over the Nintendo Switch on the floor. The boy's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to protest, but no words emerged as he sat in shock watching what the beautiful bottomless girl in front of him was doing to his prized possession. Katie had every intention of destroying the device and it did not take long before it let out a small pop as its delicate electronics shorted out. Katie grinned, triumphantly splashing the boy's feet with her warm piss, feeling excited and horny from the damage she was causing both to the boy and the plane. As her stream waned, she once again clamped herself off and stood up with her nether regions glistening in drops of urine. With her hands on her hips, as if to make one final statement that her actions were completely deliberate, Katie unapologetically emptied her remaining pee onto the floor while standing. A complete mess! Turning around, Katie teasingly caressed her tight round ass in front of her spectator, spreading her cheeks to show off the beautiful body that was responsible for such a vile act. Contented, she quickly slipped her skirt back on and zipped it up as she stepped away from her enormous puddle. With exaggerated concern, Katie glanced back at the boy with a sympathetic expression, inwardly overjoyed at the fact that he looked about to burst into tears. She then dropped the act, shot an unrepentant smirk at him, and tugged her skirt down slightly to moon him. Giving her nicely accentuated posterior a nice spank, she let out a small laugh, flipped him off, and waltzed back to her seat with her ass mooning the Economy cabin until the curtain was behind her. She felt tremendously powerful, and took special pleasure in making use of of Nina's "toilet paper" as she ripped out a few pages to dry her pussy. --- After bouncing up and down in her seat for several minutes, Nina stood up with a jolt. She only had a matter of seconds before she would undoubtedly wet herself, and she had to use the bathroom now. If one did not know Nina, one could not be faulted for thinking this. Yet, to those who actually knew Nina, what she was about to do was equally surprising. Contrary to her usual behavior, she actually was making a beeline to the lavatory. Instead of scurrying towards the private facilities located at the front of the Business Class cabin however, Nina was aiming to use the one at the back of the Economy Cabin. Nina hurriedly ducked past the curtain separating the cabins and immediately stopped herself, dumbfounded. As soon as she entered, the smell of fresh urine hit her. "Oh... my... god..." Nina muttered to herself in awe, staring a veritable lake of piss cooling off in the middle of the floor. As the plane rumbled along, the urine had flowed across the floor in every direction, sometimes pooling at the base of carry-on baggage that had been stowed beneath passengers' seats. It covered almost the entire cabin and was making the place smell like a bathroom. As that thought flickered across her mind, Nina was reminded of her own urgent need to use the facilities and resumed her dash to the lavatory at the back of the cabin. With the privacy of the door locked behind her, Nina wriggled out of her blouse to stand topless in the tiny bathroom. Although she was shy by nature, Nina was a depraved little imp when she was horny and right now her nipples were fully erect. Carefully stowing her top in a cabinet, Nina stepped over to the toilet, ready to finally attain some relief. Since there was no way that she was going to let her tush touch the seat, she adopted a high squat over the bowl and relaxed. ...but not before closing the toilet lid. With the bowl covered, Nina was now loudly pissing over the hard plastic of the lid. She was peeing exactly the same as if she were using the toilet properly (which she never did) but coating the lid with her yellow piss in the process. With the force she was using, urine droplets ricocheted across the confined room and within seconds, the lid was awash with her pee, now cascading over the edges onto the floor. Already, the tiny lavatory was a mess and the characteristically humid odor of urine began to permeate the room. Nina pivoted around to maximize the spread of her stream, and watched as her pee soaked through the toilet paper roll to destroy its contents. She stood on her tiptoes to aim her pussy at the tiny sink, taking care to hose down the soaps, lotions, and paper towels carefully placed on the counter. She leaned back to rest her ass against the wall, letting her urine stain the paint and run down the wall. She made every effort to ruin everything in the room by pissing against it. Given the cramped nature of the lavatory, it did not take long at all for Nina to essentially coat the entire room with fresh pee, and she squat down to contemplate her next move. With her pussy mere inches from the ground as Nina sat in her squat, Nina nonchalantly continued to pee as she thought about how she could cause more damage. Noting that her piss was now pooling across the floor stretching from wall to wall however, Nina decided to leave the lavatory be. Her bladder was still more than half-full and she halted her stream so as not to waste any more urine on the ruined bathroom. As she gingerly tugged on her still-pristine blouse, she opened the door and grinned as she looked at the floor. A sizeable amount of urine had splashed out onto the carpet outside the lavatory. Oops. Nina didn't have anything in particular in mind, but knew immediately what she wanted to do once she saw it. She had not noticed it earlier, which made sense because it was intentionally tucked away behind most of the other seating, but Nina realized that she was looking at a seat reserved for use by flight staff. Given that it was an overnight flight, it stood to reason that the flight attendants would take turns napping in it; such was the case right now as Nina recognized the girl in the seat as one of the attendants who she had worn out with her repeated requests for additional beverages. Nina's heart pounded because she knew what she was about to do. With her tiny figure, she effortlessly slipped into the empty space behind the seat and now found herself shielded from view. Nina was about to pee, but this protection allowed her to be dirtier about it. Pulling up her shirt, the raven-haired girl bared her breasts for the second time that day, clearly embracing the sexual satisfaction that public urination gave her. Rubbing her pussy in horny anticipation, Nina got down on all fours and arched her back, savoring the sensation of her bladder's fullness. Then, she lifted a leg up and began to piss. Her aim was flawless, and she was now staining the back of the seat with urine. As she fondled her nipples with her hands, Nina held her pose as her sharp stream soaked into the fabric and ran down to the floor. Swaying her hips slightly, Nina spread her stream to pee along the width of the seat. She was a little puppy marking her spot, and making a mess was part of a game. Nina relished in the fact that she was damaging one of the few reprieves given to the flight attendants, and could not care less that her glee would greatly inconvenience them. So, as if to underscore this point, Nina decided to make the message clear. Still half-naked, Nina crawled out from behind the seat and surveyed her surroundings. The coast was clear, and the attendant was out like a light -- clearly exhausted. With a wicked grin on her face, Nina positioned herself astride the seat and slowly lifted her leg again. The distinct muted pattering of pee striking a hard surface could once again be heard, but this time Nina's aim was a little different. With flawless precision, Nina was pissing on the flight attendant's shoes. The brazen young girl pushed the envelope a little bit more by tilting her stream to momentarily pitter against the girl's legs and, for an instant, even the hem of her skirt, but there was no response. The attendant was clearly too tired to be woken up even in such an extraordinary manner and Nina took full advantage of the situation by relieving herself all over girl's feet. There was an unsightly stain now on the attendant's shoes, as well as on small parts of her uniform. Nina's pee now saturated the carpet at the girl's feet and the sound of her stream striking it made the unmistakable sound of liquid dribbling over liquid. Nina pissed until she had emptied every last drop of urine onto the attendant, and finally lowered her leg, content with her deed. Rather than showing gratitude, the sinful little girl had only went on to mark the attendant as her own by urinating on her. Nina covered herself up and straightened her clothes, confidently slinking back to her seat. She felt like she was on top of the world, and as she lay back against her comfortable plush Business Class pod, she fingered herself as she replayed in her mind what she had just done. --- Katie felt quite satisfied with what she had accomplished during the flight, and as she noticed Nina return to her seat after emerging from behind the divider curtain, she knew that the two of them must have hopelessly vandalized the Economy cabin by now. As such, after confirming with a quick glance at her watch, Katie saw no reason why she shouldn't add some damage to the Business Class too now that her flight would be ending soon. Naturally, Katie had been keeping herself hydrated to perform just such a deed. Given the private nature of the pods, Katie could not easily vandalize the belongings of others, but she saw no problem being naughty in her own pod. In fact, she had been wanting to express her opinions about the inflight magazine for some time so she wasted no time in standing over the pocket containing the reading materials and letting loose. As a thick stream of pee burst forth from her pussy, she watched in amazement as the leather pocket began to fill up with yellow urine. The reading materials were trashed of course, but the fact that it took a few minutes before Katie's piss began to soak through the bottom was a testament to its build quality. For good measure, Katie continued to pee until it was messily dripping down to the carpet. She then decided to finish off with some naughtiness that she had been planning from the moment she had seen it in her pod. Katie had noticed that if her seat was in its lie-flat mode, a small air vent was visible in the space normally occupied by the seat's back. It was clearly a means to service the cabin's comparatively more comfortable ambient temperature, but to Katie, it looked a lot more like a bathroom drain. The blonde was of course no stranger to peeing in floor drains as she had often done so in her gym's locker room back home. For this reason, Katie wasted no time in tugging off her skirt, and sitting in top of the vent. With her pussy pressing against the grating, there was nothing to stop the girl from causing major damage to the ventilation machinery and irreversibly contaminating the HEPA air filters used to keep the cabin's recycled atmosphere sanitary. Of course, none of this was Katie's concern. She needed to piss and she had found a toilet. If anything, the repercussions of her impending depravity only encouraged her. What also encouraged her then, was how loudly her pee began to hiss as she began to empty herself into the vent. As she pissed, the sound of her urine echoed through the ventilation ducts, and the thought of her damage spreading so deep into the complex machinery made Katie incredibly horny. She peed with all her might, forbidding even a single drop of precious urine from landing outside of the vent. As her hiss soon lessened in its intensity and her stream slowed to a trickle, Katie could hear sounds of liquid dripping from within the ventilation even after she had finished relieving herself into it. After about a minute, the naughty blonde heard the whirr of the ventilation fan stop and beamed triumphantly as she noticed that the vents in the cabin were no longer blowing air. Better yet, a humid scent began to spread throughout the entire plane as the HEPA filter no doubt stood saturated with urine. The ventilation system was ruined, all because Katie chose to piss in it. She repeated that thought over and over in her head as she lay back in her seat, ready for the flight to conclude. Sliding both hands beneath her clothing, Katie caressed her body, excited to share her exploits with Nina. --- On the other side of the aisle, Nina was engaging in some pleasurable behavior of her own -- in fact, Nina had planned on it. A close inspection of Nina's pod would have shown that the young girl had stripped off all her clothes and was completely nude under her blanket. At the moment, she was currently bucking her hips in ecstasy. Shameless as ever, Nina had packed a vibrator in her carry-on bag and was now thoroughly enjoying its sensation inside her pussy. She was all riled up from her wickedness throughout the flight and was letting off some much-needed steam. Unfortunately for the plane, Nina was a squirter and the side wall of her pod showed that she had been busy. Every time Nina had felt the urge to orgasm, she had aimed her pussy against the wall to cum all over it. Already the wall was glistening with Nina's cum running down to the carpet, and the naughty little minx was still at it. Nina thrust her vibrator in and out of her, thinking about what a spoiled bitch she had been during the flight, thinking about how she vandalized the plane completely for her enjoyment, and thinking about how she did all of this knowing that this trip was not paid by her, but rather the people who she had stolen money from -- -- -- Nina let out a small moan as she arched her back to squirt over the side of the wall. Once again, the girl's cum splashed against the hard surface, revealing numerous glistening streaks stretching to the floor. "Ahh!" she sighed, finally contented. Nina lay on her side, not even glancing at the wall that she had sprayed so many times. It was simply of no concern to her. In fact, Nina enjoyed thinking about the fact that someone would have to clean up after her and with that, she started peeing. Unmoved from her position after orgasming, Nina lay on her side as a solid stream shot out from behind her pussy onto the very wall that she had so stained in her pleasure. There was nothing fancy here and no special intent behind her action. Nina simply felt like emptying her bladder before the end of the flight, and it just so happened that there was a wall behind her to receive the brunt of her piss. Her powerful stream sprayed against the hard surface, adding a splash of yellow to the drying cum, and saturated the carpet below. Nina peed steadily until she had relieved herself completely and reached behind to wipe herself with her blanket. She never glanced once at the mess that she had just made. --- The girls were ecstatic as they hurriedly deplaned and rushed to blend into the crowds of tourists at Charles de Gaulle airport. The two had managed to escape scot-free and they were excitedly detailing their misdeeds with one another. "There is no fucking way they didn't know something was wrong -- the entire plane smelled like piss!" Nina exclaimed as she walked with her friend. "Well, yeah," Katie replied before turning to Nina with a smirk, "They didn't catch anyone in the act. What would they say? Ask the people responsible to please come forward? Best not to draw attention to it." Nina nodded in understanding. Indeed, it would have been real embarrassing for the airline to admit that it had a couple of serial pissers on board and that they could not catch them. She smiled. "I can't wait till we check into our hotel!" Nina replied cheerily and the two were just about to exit the terminal before they heard the PA chime overhead. "Attention passengers of flight 482, a problem has been discovered onboard the plane and the flight has been delayed indefinitely. Thank you for your understanding." The girls immediately burst into laughter, imagining the faces of the maintenance crew in the presence of their handiwork. Altogether, they had caused thousands of dollars of damage to the complex machine, destroyed numerous belongings of their fellow passengers, bullied the Economy Class passengers by treating their cabin like a public restroom, prompted a thorough cleaning from a team certified in handling bodily fluids, and doubtlessly ruined the vacations of many, many, people. All because the two girls enjoyed it. All because they did not have the slightest bit of respect for the property of others or the efforts of those that had to clean up after them. All because they held their convenience above all else, and everything else existed merely to be pissed on to provide them with a naughty, sexual thrill. This was going to be a great vacation.
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    Freckles and Fizz
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    Not sure if these have been posted before... apologies if duplicates. (copyright to original sources)
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    Always looking for new content that hasn't been posted before, so I hope that the following will attract some likes and comments:
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    too cold to get out of bed. and i woke up to an escaping spurt. but, i finaly got myself up to make coffee. still holding, though one could argue not successfully.
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    Being a nurse isn’t easy. Patients and their families call you to the room 24/7, they ask a bunch of questions, and you get stuck cleaning out the bedpans. I’ve already decided I want to quit but why not go out with a bang? I have many annoying patients but there was one that stood out. The man had to be in his early 50’s. He likes to whine about the temperature in the room. Everyone time I adjust it, that snot-nosed fucker Carl calls me in 20 minutes later to adjust it again. I know Carl is quite fond of sweets so I decide to make him a little treat. That night when I got home, I set out all the ingredients for a strawberry cake. I took the eggs, milk, cake mix, and butter out and set them on the counter. After mixing them together, it was time to add the most special ingredient. I pulled off my navy blue panties and hoisted myself up onto the counter. A wicked smile crossed my face as my warm piss leaked into the cake batter below me. I quickly shut the stream off and hopped down from the counter. I felt like I was coming down from some sort of high. I had always dreamt of doing things like this but never followed through. I walked over to the oven and put in the cake pans and left them to bake for an hour. I shifted back and forth uncomfortably as I realized I hadn’t finished pissing yet. Another naughty idea popped into my head as I opened up the container of cake frosting. I rubbed my clit a few times before my piss stream gushed out of me and into the icing. The golden liquid had now reached the brim of the container and started to spill over the sides. I continued to piss for a whole minute, letting the warm urine overflow into a puddle on the floor. The timer went off and I took the cake pans out of the oven and began to ice it in the piss-filled cream. I stepped back and smiled as my creation was finally finished. My happiness was cut short as I heard my phone ring from the other side of the room. “Stacy? This is Dr.Kyle. We’re short on staff tonight. Can you stay overnight? I’ll give you the next two days off.” The voice on the phone begged frantically. I quickly agreed and packed up my things to return to the hospital. I clocked in and quickly made my way to Carl’s room. “Hi Mr. Watson. It’s me, Stacy.” I said in a soothing tone. He looked over to me then back to the tv. “Yeah yeah. Turn up the heat. I’m freezing in here.” He said, barely acknowledging my presence. I rolled my eyes and did as he requested. He would get his punishment soon enough. “I brought you a little treat Mr. Watson. I hope you don’t mind.” I spoke while laughing on the inside. I pulled out his food tray and cut him a piece of the cake. “Women these days don’t know how to cook so I doubt it’ll be good.” He sneered before taking a huge bite. He chewed the sweet and looked back up to me with a shocked expression. “It ain’t half bad.” He stated while gobbling the rest of the cake down. I smiled evilly and nodded in his direction. “I’m glad you liked it. It is awfully late Mr. Watson. You should get to bed.” I walked over to his bed and adjust the pillows to fit his comfort and then left then room. Seeing him consume my piss unknowingly had made me more excited than I expected. I quickly snuck off to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. Images of me pissing into the cake batter flashed through my mind as I slipped a hand into my panties. I let out a soft moan as I rubbed my clit. The coffee I drank on the way to the hospital was finally starting to hit me. I pulled off my panties and positioned myself at the edge of the toilet. Once again, a warm torrent of piss flowed out of me and on the tiles of the bathroom floor. This was enough to drive me over the edge. My orgasm rocked through as piss continued to splash below me. After the last spurt of piss left my body, I quickly dressed myself and left the bathroom. Hmm maybe I won’t quit my job after all. I can continue to feed Carl my piss. I smiled one more and continued on with my long night at work. Hey guys!! Sorry this one is kinda short but I just wanted to put out something new. I want to try to start posting at least 2-3 stories a month but i need help from you guys. Please feel free to send me messages and let me know what kind of scenarios you all would like me to write
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    The return of leaky_one, my all-time favourite author of naughty pee erotica, seems to have sparked some need to write a new story. I will not promise any continuation, I don't even have any specific plan, as usual I'll write when the muse whispers in my hear. I realized that the Dark Ages were probably a treasure trove of naughty peeing. There was no plumbing then, and only the most wealthy would have chamber pots. Indeed, even in Versailles which was much later it is reported that courtesans would routinely find a quiet corner or alcove to relieve themselves; the smell was apparently not quite matching the beauty of the décor. This makes the Dark Ages an ideal setting, then, for people of our volition! The setting comes with some complication, specifically, I decided that if I was to create a story in the Dark Ages, then I should try for some degree of verisimilitude at least. And thus, just for the fun of it, I decided to add a few constraints: describe a realistic setting (no plastic, no glass windows, ...), avoid anachronistic expressions, and tailor the vocabulary to the character speaking the world. I welcome any correction on any of these points; I may ignore them, as I favour plot over realism, but I would prefer for it to be a conscious decision rather than my own sheer ignorance! Now for the warnings: there are incestuous undertones or at least a really casual family, a very lightweight scat passage, and mention of a kid peeing (out of sight). If any of this makes you uncomfortable, you may wish to skip this chapter. And without further ado... --- Chapel It was Sunday, and I was getting late for mass. I hurried toward the chapel, adjusting my coat as I went. I still could make it, with moments to spare, so long as I was not delayed. I finally reached the hallway leading to the chapel. Good thing about being the son of the lord, I was allowed to use my family's own door into the keep's chapel, just a few steps from the first row of seats. Just a hundred or so feet, I was going to make it. Anabella, Father's third wife, and Elizabeth, my elder sister, were nearly at the chapel door. Blessings! I could escort them and any lateness would be excused. And we may very well be late, for just I was approaching, a maid was gathering Anabella's skirt as she went into a deep squat, her back toward the wall. Even though Mother, as she insisted I call her, was quite older than I was, the sight of her thigh, and her pert cheek coming into view was one I never tired off. She was a Lady, and would not unduly expose herself to retainers or strangers; fortunately, I was family. Her skin was alabaster, as befit her red hairs, though with few freckles to mar it. And as I rounded the maid, I was graced with the sight of her fiery red bush at the top of her legs. "Hawk," she exclaimed, "you are very nearly late, dear." "Just in time, Mother, just in time." I said, lowering my gaze from her face to her bush. She laughed, lightly and airily, "And a good thing too, help Elizabeth with her skirts will you, that we may make it in time." And just like that, a thin stream took flight from behind her tangled bush, projecting forward for maybe six inches, before impacting the stones of the corridor. As I looked entranced, the golden stream grew, slowing inching forward as Mother raised her pelvis to avoid washing her shoes with her piss. A faint odour wafted in the air, as the yellow stream escaped her, not as pungent as a morning piss but not quite clear either, the result of breakfast's cider no doubt. The fat stream was surrounded by a cloud of droplets, deflected by the red curls I suppose; Mother was practiced enough to spread her thighs wide, sparing them the onslaught, and offering me an incredible view. A pool was forming on the cobble stones, her piss washing the stone it fell on then flowing in the joints and meandering around the others. Around the center stone, the others were dotted with droplets, lazily rolling on the slanted surface toward the closest joint. The stream started losing power, then, inching back as it fell closer and closer. It stopped abruptly, and I saw her mound move as she contracted, a spurt short forward, then another, and finally a last one, all clear of her shoes. An impeccable Lady's relief demonstration. As she started to rise, Elizabeth whispered in my ear: "You could watch mine if you helped me, you know." Ah! I whirled toward her to find a slight pout on her face. Goodness, I had forgotten about her own need, mesmerized as I was with the sight of Mother's sparkling bush. Not that Elizabeth would hold it against me, though, I knew she would have watched with as much intent as I had, after all. Squatting down, I started gathering her skirts, holding onto them so they wouldn't brush the dirty floor as she went into a crouch. I was slightly in front of her, the better to peek at her bush as she crouched. Before it appeared, though, I cast a last look in Mother's direction, catching the maid blotting her fiery bush with a cloth before she rose and her skirts dropped. Elizabeth's dark bush did appear then, and she spread her thighs wide, tilting her mound upward. Her stream shot up then, strong from the onset, betraying her need. It cleared a foot and a half of stone, before falling hard and splattering. "Aahh". "Elizabeth, more discrete dear." Mother admonished. Her dark bush dipped lower, bringing her stream's arch to about a foot in front of her. Falling from a lower height, the din diminished, and it didn't splatter as much. Still, droplets flew to the surrounding stones. It was another breakfast pee, a slight cider scent hanging in the air again as the light yellow stream rushed forward on the stone, a slight ring of foam forming around the base of the arch before the piss drained between the stones. My gaze wandered to her dark bush, the wispy hairs adorned with sparkling bubbles of pee suspended over the ground. A droplet detached itself then, falling the short distance to the stone, as another took its place suspended. The stream waned then, and as it drew back she cut it short. I saw her bush trembled as she tensed, then a spurt shot, a pause, and another spurt. She was well practiced, and although her relief had started slightly messier, she had quickly brought it under control. I was practiced too, and a handkerchief appeared in my hand, as my other hand still holding onto her skirts. I brought it between her legs, and quickly dabbed at her bush, collecting the wayward droplets. As quickly as it had come, I whisked the handkerchief away in my pocket; then minded her skirts as she rose, careful not to release them too quickly less they fell in her puddle. "Why, thank you Hawk." She announced as we both stood. I smiled at her, tending my cheek, and was rewarded by a kiss for my knightly behavior as she pressed her abundant chest against my arm. Hum, I loved helping a Lady relieve herself. I offered my arm then, and Elizabeth slid her into mine. We let Mother pass first, of course, then followed her into the chapel. Not a moment early for mass either. Finally, the sermon came to an end, and the flock started flowing out of the chapel. My sisters, Mother and myself stood by our seats, to the side of the chapel and very close to the door that would allow our escape. We were waiting for Father to finish speaking with the priest and leave first. In the near silence of the chapel, with only Father and the priest speaking in hushed tones by the altar, a very light din made itself known. I caught Mother's eye, a smirk playing on her face, and with a slight turn of my head realized that one of my younger sister had barely made it through the sermon, it seemed. I could see her knee poking from behind the pillar I was leaning against, as she crouched there. I had four of my sisters in sight, Elizabeth, my elder sister, Abigail, a year younger, and Olympe, three years younger, and finally Esther, the youngest, clutching Mother's hand. Mary was missing, thus, and I could not help but smile at the serendipity of it; Mary relieving herself by the alcove dedicated to her namesake. The patter eased up, and with a twist of my wrist, I had my handkerchief out, and discreetly held it out behind me. I felt a slight tug, and released it, keeping my hand there. Just a few moments later, the handkerchief was pressed in my hand again, and I quickly folded it and pocketed it. I held my hand behind me, and soon a dainty hand grasped it, red curls appearing besides my elbow, relief evident on Mary's face as she stood next to me. I was standing still, waiting for Father, desperately attempting not to display my own urgency. I should have relieved myself when Mother and Elizabeth did, though at the time it had not seemed urgent. Cider was catching with me now, though, and the sound of Mary's relief had not helped. Finally Father concluded his talk, and turned toward us. "Let's head for lunch, then." And with that he strode ahead, through the doorway and toward the hall. I tactically transferred Mary's hand to Elizabeth, and let the others rush after Father ahead of me. All except Abigail, who remained by my side. She was a head shorter than Elizabeth, but otherwise as bountiful. She smirked at me, an attitude she had picked from Anabella, "Not hungry, brother?". I smiled ruefully at her, and shook my head. I tugged the door to the chapel closed, and barred it from inside. A pointless precaution, really, but the duty had been entrusted to me. I took a few steps in the corridor, confounding Abigail, then toward her and started unlacing my breeches. I was ready to burst, and had to clamp on my bladder to avoid an embarrassing wet spot forming. Abigail sauntered up to me, "Would you need some help, oh kind sir?", as she clung to my arm, pulling it firmly in the warmth of her bountiful chest. "Gosh Abi, I need my hands here!" Her eyes sparkled, "I'll lend you mine." I lifted my arm then, letting her move underneath and settling my hand on her further shoulder. With quick deft twists, she had my breeches open, and my engorged member freed from its confine. She straightened then, standing to my side with a hand at my back, the other carefully wrapped around my member. "All ready sir" she announced, her eyes not leaving her toy. Unclenching, I relaxed. It was good to finally let go. I felt pee rush inside the length of my member, coursing until it reached the tip before erupting forward. Abigail had angled her toy for distance, and the arch jetted forward, clearing several feet before drumming loudly on the stone as it fell. She weaved it sideway gently, letting the arch fall close to the wall, and then slowly climbing it, a rivulet forming on the wall as my piss ran down it. She changed her aim then, slightly higher, as she slowly pulled it toward the other side, letting my stream patter against clear stones before it reached the other wall, where another rivulet formed. I looked down at her face, her lips slightly pursed in concentration, as she weaved my cock left and right. I did not speak, not wanting to spoil her moment, instead content to watch her as she dowsed the stones of the floor and wall with my piss. Finally, my stream started losing strength. The game was closing to its end, and Abigail lost no time. She quickly readjusted her aim, and soon my stream was pattering on the wall, just below the nearby sconce. I indulged her, of course, pushing down on my bladder so the stream leapt the few inches necessary to reach the sconce, and with a last adjustment, played on the flame of the torch, a slight hiss, and I was done. "Ooh." Disappointed, but ever dutiful, Abigail lightly shook off my cock before tucking it back in my breeches and lacing them again. Patting the bulge before raising her head toward me, beaming. I kissed her on the forehead, "Thank you my lady, most appreciated." She giggled. "I fear I am myself in quite the predicament, sir, perhaps you would be so kind as to help me?" "Of course!" But before I could crouch, she was walking toward the keep again. Then, after a couple steps, she turned toward me, "Well?". Unlike Mother or Elizabeth, who had stood with their back to the wall, Abigail was standing in the middle of the corridor, facing the doorway to the chapel. I closed the distance, crouching at a slight angle as I gathered her skirts. I was waiting for her to crouch, but instead she starting pulling on her skirt, and so I rose with them and helped her hold onto them. Anabella would not have approved of a young lady standing in the middle of the corridor with her skirts up past her waist, her maiden dark bush and pasty white behind on display for all to see. "Steady me!" She whispered, and I moved behind her, recognizing the game. She bent slightly at the knee, allowing herself to fall backward onto my chest as she pushed her mound upward, her head falling just below my chin. I pushed my arms in the crook of hers, my hands coming from below to cup her abundant teats. "I got you." She giggled, "Sure?" I flexed my hands, digging into her teats, "Large and firm handles, I'm sure." She laughed then, looking upward, and I could not resist pecking her on the forehead. With a last smile, she looked forward again. From my vantage point, I could actually see the bulge of her bladder. Goodness, how long had she been holding it? She sighed, and I could sense her relax. She erupted. One moment, nothing, the next, a fanning stream of piss burst from her bush, showering the stones ahead in a cone three feet deep and close to two feet wide. Such a pungent smell, such a dark color, this could only be her first piss of the morning. The realization the little wench had held it for just this corridor made me chuckle as I took in the spectacle. Droplets were flying everywhere, the messy stream curving mid-air as it fanned outward. And then Abigail started weaving her hips slightly, first side to side, then up and down, the stream dancing wildly in front of her as it responded to her movements. Splattering everywhere, and connecting with my earlier mess, that not a single feet between ourselves and the door would be left untouched. The bulge of her bladder had now disappeared, and soon the stream tapered to an end. Her inner thighs covered with droplets, though her shoes had avoided the worst of it. A fart trumpeted, loud and clear, and I could feel her tense and a blush spread from her neck to her cheeks. "Up, up." I propped her up, then held onto her hips as she leaned forward, widening her stance even more as she pushed her plump white buttocks toward me. "Oh, Hawk, don't look". Don't look? I had a front row seat to a most beautiful bouncy and pearly backside, how could tear my gaze from this heavenly sight? Another small fart, and then a little brown pellet fell to the floor, followed by a slightly bigger one and another little one. Abigail relaxed then, and I pulled her backward as she straightened up. She cast her glance at me sheepishly from above her shoulders, still embarrassed from her accident, and I kissed her ear as I whispered "Best buttocks in the county." A cough startled us, and I cast a quick look behind us to find one of the old maids, a clean cloth in her hands. "If I may?" Her tone was perfectly pitched. Respectful and reproachful at the same time. She cast a pointed glance at me as she approached, and I stepped back as she crouched in front of Abigail. A quick glance at Abigail's face, and she was impishly smirking as the old maid quickly cleaned her up, dabbing her bush and thighs first, then wiping her puckered hole. Finished, the old maid put the cloth aside, and assisted her in getting her skirts done again, hiding her beautiful bush and creamy thighs from my sight. She then picked up her cloth, and turned, catching me looking with a disapproving look on her face. Undisturbed, I offered my arm to my sister, who took it nonchalantly as she fell into step next to me. Lunch was waiting.
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    Keep between the white lines...
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    More recent finds...
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    I was having a bit of fun with mods on skyrim and found one that gives your character a controllable bladder rate. Took a few screenshots to show you guys in case anyone else should decide to have just as much fun with this ;). I thought it might be fun to start a few stories in a fantasy setting and use screenshots as *ahem* references. Enjoy! when you're in deep a tomb and have nowhere to go t peeing in a well and on a watermill chamber pot? no thank you making my own waterfall a few more daring peeing adventures my character made a habit of peeing on metals before mining them, keeps the rust off you see ;) this is the mod I used https://www.loverslab.com/files/file/1553-alive-peeing-v13/
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