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Desperate for a pee, I stumbled into my house after struggling with the keys for a whole minute. Shutting the door behind me, I dropped my purse onto the counter and waddled my way to the bathroom. I passed through the bedroom and saw my husband casually stroking his cock with his eyes closed. Slightly turned on, I continued my journey to the bathroom. I finally reached it and started peeing almost before I could even get my pants down. I let out a huge sigh of relief. Hearing this, my husband came into the bathroom. He smiled at me, watching my pee gushing out of my pussy. His cock, already hard, got harder right in front of me. I motioned him forward and he sat on my lap. I could feel his warm member against my crotch and my pee splattering against my thighs. We both moaned in pleasure. He gave me a passionate kiss, and for a while we just sat there together enjoying the moment. 

My bladder eventually ran out, and my husband got up. Because I was sitting and he was standing, his erect cock was directly in front of me. I took it in my hands and teased him. I got up too and we both went to the bedroom. He took my clothes off gently and traced his fingers down my chest. "I'm glad you're home," he whispered, "I was thinking about you." He laid me down on my back and peppered my neck and lips with kisses. Slowly, those kisses started to trail down to my breasts, now pert and erect. He played with them for a moment causing me to moan before going lower still. As he got closer to my bellybutton, I felt his hand start creeping up my inner thigh. I groaned at his foreplay, desperate for him to touch me. Finally, he reached my crotch, planting tiny kisses on my clit. I moaned and bucked, the slightest touch of his lips was enough to get me going. His fingers lightly grazed my pee-glistening labia.

And then, it was as if lust had taken complete control of him. He rammed his tongue against my clit almost causing me to scream in pleasure. He flicked his tongue around in circles and across my lips. I continued moaning and I could feel an orgasm forming as he continued to pound my clitoris.

He stopped for a moment and I could feel my blood pumping and the heat radiating from our bodies. He positioned himself carefully before pushing his penis into my soaking wet vagina. The pleasure was undescribable. He propped me up against the backboard of the bed and continued to pump his member in and out of me. Our breathing got heavier and his thrusting more powerful. I rocked my hips against his as he thrust forward. I ground my hips back again as he pulled away before pumping it in once more. 

Through ragged breaths he told me he'd been holding in his pee all day and could barely hold it anymore with this pressure. "Just keep fucking me, I don't care. It feels so good," I replied. He continued to push his member in and out of me. I clenched my vagina around him and I felt his cock tense before it exploded. I felt his warm cum gush out of him into me as I was rocked into my own orgasm. I moaned at the sensational feeling I was getting. He was panting and I could tell that it was better than it had been other times. 

I felt his cock tense again and I thought he still had more in him. I felt an even warmer, wet feeling arise inside me. He blushed, "I couldn't hold it any longer." As he peed in me, I felt him get hard again, but as he finished urinating he pulled away, cum and piss following his penis out. I laid there for a moment, relishing the feeling of his liquids seeping out of me. I closed my eyes and drifted asleep. 

I waited patiently in the lobby of the doctor’s office, nervous but glad I would get it over with. Being about 20 years old, it was slightly embarrassing to be so scared of shots. My nurse isn’t even that handsome. He doesn’t talk either, just walks in and gives me the shot; puts a bandaid on it. 

 

The receptionist called out, “Jayda Smith, please! Room 10.” Room 10? That is the room that is secluded, away from all the others. Uh oh, I thought. They’re gonna give me really bad shots and they don’t want anyone to hear me scream. I obediently walked down the seemingly long hallway to the last room. The door was open, waiting for me. Swallowing nervously, I walked in and plastered a fake smile on my face. 

 

“Hello, Jayda,” my doctor said, “Thanks for coming in for your appointment.” 

 

“Uhhh, yeah. You’re welcome, I guess?” I stammered, sitting down on one of the chairs. There was a faint smell of pee, but I pushed any thoughts away and focused on what the doctor was saying.

 

“...pulled you into this back room for a reason. We are required by the state to take a urine sample. If the sample is bringing back negative feedback, we are required to give you at least two shots, depending on how bad the results are.”

 

Two shots! Oh God. I hope I’m healthy. “Do I have to get any shots if I’m healthy?” I decided to ask. 

 

“Nope, only if you’re not,” the doctor replied, and I felt relief wash through my body, “Now, do you currently have to pee right now? If you do, I’ll ask the nurse to come in. If not, I’ll go and get you a bottle of water.” I asked for the bottle of water even though I did kind of have to pee already. I just wanted to make sure I was healthy, and that my pee would be clear(ish). 

 

The doctor returned with the bottle of water and then left, closing the door behind him. That was when I realized that there was sound-proofing material covering all the walls and the door. I gulped the water down nervously, fidgeting a little as I did since I already kind of had to pee. As soon as I finished the water, a very handsome young man, maybe in his early twenties, walked in my room. He was kind of tall and had short, dark, messy hair. 

 

“Um, I think you’re in the wrong room, sir,” I told him.

 

“No, I’m not. I’m here for your urine sampling, yes?” He sounded British. 

 

“Umm, okay. Where’s the little cup I have to pee into?” He hesitated slightly before responding. 

 

“...Er, you don’t actually have a little cup.” He pulled out a very small little bucket, like something you’d see kids playing with at the beach, but more professional. 

 

“Why do you need so much of my piss?!” I exclaimed. 

 

“Just let me explain,” he told me, setting the bucket down on the floor, “This is a special appointment, whether you knew it or not. Instead of going to the bathroom with a little cup, we also... er, need to see you in action, so to speak. I have to watch you pee so I can make a full examination.”

 

I felt myself blush. “Uhh, okay, I guess I don’t really have a choice anyways.” I wouldn’t admit it to myself at the time, but the fact that this handsome nurse was going to watch me piss was actually turning me on quite a bit. He told me to take off my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. He also recommended that I take my shirt off so it doesn’t get wet. He told me I could leave my bra on.

 

Fully blushing now, and almost completely naked, I felt very insecure about my body. I hadn’t shaved for maybe 4 days, and a little stubble was starting to grow again down there. He asked me to get up on the bench, and lowered it significantly until my feet could touch the ground. I readjusted myself slightly on that stupid crinkly paper they put on the doctor benches and realized that where I just was, there was a wet spot. I quickly moved my leg over it and hoped the nurse hadn’t noticed. 

 

“Okay, er, I need you to pee now.” He had a pencil and clipboard with paper and was on his knees. This is so awkward, I thought. I tried to pee, but I was too embarrassed. I knew my pee liked to splash everywhere. The guy realized I was too embarrassed, and got up to comfort me. What I didn’t expect was for him to strip down to only his underwear. 

 

He stood in front of me and I saw his 6-pack, and his package. By now, my face was probably the color of a cherry. He smiled and lifted my chin, I can’t leave until you do this, and you can’t leave either. He crawled up onto the bench behind me and pressed himself against my back, his knees on either side of me. I could feel his dick through his underwear, and that majorly turned me on. I felt myself get wet, but it wasn’t with pee. 

 

His hand started to slowly reach down to my crotch and he whispered in my ear, “Maybe this will help.” His middle finger ran down the middle of my stubble and to my clit. As his finger brushed by it, I let out an involuntary moan. His finger stopped in the middle of my crotch, which was now soaking wet. “Something tells me this isn’t piss,” he told me, and if I could, I would have blushed more. 

 

“No, it....it isn’t.” His other hand reached around my waist and put pressure on my bladder. 

 

“But you do have to pee. I can tell.” He pushed very quickly against my bladder and I squealed. A tiny spurt of clear piss splashed over his hand and into the bucket. I immediately felt his cock grow a little stiff behind me. His middle finger ran up and down against my hole before going back up to my clit. He had barely touched it and I felt another squirt of piss release. 

 

Then he told me to hold it in, not to pee. He pulled a bottle of water seemingly from no where, and asked me to start drinking it. I already had to pee really bad, but I did as he asked. As I was drinking the water, he started gently rubbing my clit. I could tell he was experienced. The more water I drank, the faster his finger rubbed my clit. I finished the water, and by then I was practically bursting. I was panting too. It felt so good to be touched like that, surprisingly even better because I had to pee. 

 

By now he was practically pounding my clit, and I was moaning loudly. He told me to try to hold it in, and simultaneously rubbing my clit, he started to put pressure on my bladder. I barely held it in, and he finally stopped putting pressure on it. I could also tell that his cock was rock hard against my back. He unclipped my bra, letting loose my size 36C breasts. He leaned down and started sucking on one of them. 

 

That pushed me over the edge. I practically screamed as I had a wild orgasm. I started squirting everywhere, but it wasn’t piss. I laid back against him, panting. He had assumed that I had peed, because he started to get more serious and he picked up his clipboard with his dry hand. I explained to him that I had squirt, not peed, and he told me that I would have to pee in the bucket now that I was more comfortable around him. 

 

As he emptied out the bucket with my squirt in it and washed it out, I could tell his dick was bursting to come out. He brought the bucket back over and I asked, “How much time do you have before your next appointment?”

 

He smiled and told me that I was his only one the whole day. After hearing that, I immediately got up and told him to sit down on he bench. The paper was soaked with my squirt, so he just pushed it away. I got down on my knees over the bucket and started giving him a handjob. I went slowly at first, but I soon quickened pace. With my other hand, I rubbed my own still sensitive clit. Not too soon after, I started licking the head of his cock and he groaned loudly with pleasure. It wasn’t long before my hand and mouth caused him to cum all over me. I peed a little in the bucket, but it was ruined by his massive amount of cum that went all over me into the bucket as well. 

 

His slightly limp dick lay there for a while, but he grabbed it and started jerking off himself. He laid back and masturbated while I cleaned out the bucket again. I swallowed up another whole bottle of water before he came again. I was bursting to pee, and was doing a dance, but I knew it would be too boring to just piss in the bucket. After he got up, I sat down and spread my legs. 

 

He knew just what I wanted. His tongue flicked around and played with my clit before really diving in. His tongue was talented and it wasn’t long before I was loudly moaning. I closed my eyes and laid back while he worked on my pussy. I could feel it building up, and he could tell too. My breathing grew louder, and so did my moaning. 

 

I sat back up again and in between breaths I asked him to put pressure on my bladder again. His hand reached up, and just in time. He pressed on my bladder and I released everything I had been holding in. My clear pee went all over him into the bucket, and as it ran over his cock it got hard again. I pissed for a whole minute, orgasming the whole time. When it finally slowed to a trickle, the small bucket was almost full. I couldn’t feel my clit anymore, and it was so sensitive I couldn’t even touch it. 

 

His dick was rock hard again, and I knew we had all day. It was time for some more fun. I quickly recovered and grabbed another bottle of water, winking at him.

Weeks had gone by, and by then I knew I was under his grasp. The first time I came with him, I had the best orgasm I'd ever had. I bloated like my friend, and turned out it was him pissing inside of me. It felt so good. It all gushed out onto him and I had the second best orgasm ever.

I've gotten a lot closer to him, if anyone saw us out in the real world, they would think we were dating. He's not human. He needs piss to survive, and the best way to do that is to infect people with his pee to make them piss a lot whenever they cum. He's forgotten about a lot of the other women, usually when I walk by they are just strapped to the tables with a vibrator on their pussies and pee is dripping into a bucket on the floor beneath them. But I guess I'm special. I'm glad. This has been the greatest pleasure of my life. 

It's been a while since he's played with me, and I'm bored. I mostly talk with my friend, who is still strapped to the table. She's allowed to walk around a little more than the other girls, but she (like all the others) has a vibrator on her pussy. Occasionally he tells me to finger her, so I do. I don't get anything from it, but I do enjoy feeling her piss run down over my fingers into the bucket. Usually I get horny afterwards and we rub out pussies together until he comes back. 

Today he walked up to me with a smirk on his face. I couldn't understand why. He started to unbuckle his pants (that he rarely wore) and pulled them down, letting lose his thick cock. I looked at it hungrily and caressed my boobs for him. His cock slowly started to get hard and he smiled. "You know what to do," he told me. And so I did exactly what he wanted. 

I walked over and I pressed myself against him, my pussy lips on his cock and my hands on his chest. My cunt got wet and he immediately got harder. I rubbed myself back and forth on him for a while and he groaned. 

He picked me up and carried me over to my old bench and set me down gently. I hopped off and gestured for him to sit down instead. "It's your turn," I said, and he happily sat down, his dick sticking out waiting for me. I kneeled and licked my lips, teasing him. I lightly touched around and played with his balls, and he moaned.

"Don't tease me, you know I want it," he complained, and I laughed. 
"You will get it when you get it, and you don't complain. If you do, I'll just tease you more."

He shut up quickly after that, and I took my time teasing him before I traced a slow circle around his tip. He twitched, obviously sensitive, and I circled around a couple more times. He got desperate and almost yelled when he said, "The temptation is too much, you've gotta let me cum." I very slowly put my tongue against his tip, and I could tell he struggled not to cum from just that. I got me wet just thinking about it.

I went in and out until he got control of himself, and paused for a little to get on top of him. I shoved my soaking pussy in his face and gave him a blowjob while he teased me. By then I had his cream on my face, boobs, in my mouth and my pussy was practically dripping on his tongue. "Lick me out," I begged, "I need to cum now."

He used his thumb to rub my clit and he stuck his tongue in my pussy. I groaned loudly. It felt so good. He rubbed my pussy faster and faster. My breathing got heavier and I felt like I was in heaven. Suddenly, I got a huge urge to pee. Forgetting who he was, I panicked and told him to stop. He didn't, and I felt the pressure building. I moaned as he hit my sensitive spot, and I let go by accident. Piss gushed out of me into his mouth and all over his fingers. In front of me, his limp dick got hard again. His inhuman skin absorbed all of my release and he sighed. "Thank you," he said, "That was nice."

"You're welcome?" I slowly said. He's never said thank you before. His hand reached down to stroke his cock.

"But I still want more."

I don't know about other women, but I do pee in the shower. Even if I feel like I don't have to go, the warm water makes me desperate to pee. Sometimes I spread my legs, or sit/squat, and sometimes I just feel it run over my hand and down my legs. The other thing I might do is masturbate, and that usually ends with my pee splashing everywhere. The one thing in common with all three is I always step out of the water so that I can see myself pee. 

I was curious as to what the man meant by what he said, but I didn't get the time to think about it. My friend was scolding me. "I can't believe you didn't cum! He feels so good!" Her voice faded away as my mind drifted off to other things. In the distance, I heard another woman moaning, and I wondered how many women he had kidnapped and trapped here for him to toy with. Not moments later, I heard her scream in ecstasy and a loud splashing could be heard. After pondering that for a while, I fell into a restless sleep. 

I woke up to someone rubbing my pussy. Moaning, I kept my eyes closed for a while, just enjoying the feeling. The person rubbed my clit and I moaned more. The bench beneath me raised and when it stopped I felt two fingers slip inside me, and a tongue licking my clit. I opened my eyes and I saw the man, his face in my crotch, and his fingers pumping in and out of me. "If you think you're going to make me cum, you're wrong. I won't be your slave like all these other women you have trapped here."

"Oh, but on the contrary. These women want to be here. I make them feel pleasure, and in their lives that's all they want."

"But how do you know that? I certainly don't need or want pleasure, especially from you," I told him, though my soaking pussy told him otherwise. He laughed, and lowered the bench. He grabbed his semi-hard dick and pointed it at my pussy.

"Tell me you don't want my pleasure after I'm done with you," he told me. He relaxed a bit and a strong flow of piss fell onto my clit. I moaned unintentionally, but in all honesty, I wanted it. I liked the feeling of his flow against my clit. It was erotic, even though I wasn't into piss play. I could tell he had needed to pee bad, because he pissed on me for almost a whole minute; his flow almost as strong as a shower-head and just as effective to turn me on.

His flow started to diminish, and I realized how much he had actually peed. There was a huge puddle on the floor (one he was currently standing in) and my back and legs were soaked. Not to mention the fact that I was more than just a little turned on and my pussy was probably the most wet thing at that moment.

He looked at me and smiled, and started stroking himself. The back of the bench folded, leaving me in a slanted upright position. I could see better how much he had pissed on me, and to my surprise it turned me on even more. He grunted, bringing me out of my thoughts, and I glanced at his now fully-hard cock. The bench lowered almost to the ground, maybe a foot or two above it. He straddled the bench, his dick near my mouth and said, "Give me a blowjob, and a good one." As soon as he said that, he shoved his member into my mouth.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to stroke myself. I could feel his piss running down my legs, and I could feel some of his pre-cum in my mouth. I used my tongue to slowly circle the head of his cock as he pushed it gently in and out of my mouth. He moaned when I hit sensitive spots.

I felt the strap on my left arm slowly undo itself, and my hand immediately went to my clit, rubbing it gently, touching all of my sensitive spots. It got me going, and I fully took his member into my mouth. He grunted, not expecting me to be so willing, but it was enough for him. Not too soon after, I felt him cum in my mouth, and as it was still gushing out of him, he pulled it out of my mouth and ran it over my breasts and my stomach, all the way down to my hand, still gently touching myself.

He pushed my hand out of the way, and with cum still seeping out of the tip, he started rubbing my clit with the head of his member. The bench raised and as it did, I felt him get closer and closer to me, rubbing me faster. My heartbeat quickened and my pussy throbbed. 

Almost teasing me, he slowly pushed against my opening, not enough to be inside but enough to make me want it. "Let me have it," I demanded, and he laughed.

"I told you that you would be begging for something else soon enough." Suddenly he thrust forward, pushing his 9 inch, hard thick member into me, and I knew I would have great pleasure when this was over.