DrownMeQuick

Speaking as someone who's been involved in film making, it's almost certainly faked.  For a production like this, the schedule is tight, time is money, and daylight doesn't wait.  Also, multiple takes are almost always needed and a team of 10-20 plus catering isn't going to stand around for an hour waiting for bladders to fill. The actors may have been invited to do it for real but they would have been fitted with bags and tubes to make sure they get the shot.  Good scene though, and hopefully helps break down the taboo and we see more of it!

Alana and I were due to get together Thursday night.  So at about midday I thought I'd get a head start, and set a challenge.  She once told me she'd like to be my pee slave, and now was the time. 

I started by asking her, via txt, where she was at, out of 10 (1 = I just peed, and 10 = it's flooding out, I can't stop it), and whether she was working from home or the office.  Turns out she was working from home and her family were all out, and she was at level 5.  Great start.

I ordered her to fill two large glasses and drink them.  We both had work to do so I instructed her to keep working, and txt me when she needed to pee.

A little while later she txt me that she was ready.

"I'm just going into a meeting, sorry, txt me in 40 mins and see if I'm out.  You may not pee meanwhile" I replied.

[Side note: the meeting was a job interview and the candidate was a rather lovely woman of 30 years old.  We offered her a drink and she accepted a bottle of water.  As we interviewed her, she really chugged on the bottle.  After about 20 mins she said, very candidly, "Sorry but I've been nervously drinking this water and now I really need the toilet".  I was delighted to hear that, and showed her the way.  She was gone a good 5-6 minutes so it must have been a good one.]

When I got back to my desk I was disappointed to find no urgent messages from Alana, so I checked in with her.  "I'm not struggling, yet" she said.

So I ordered her to drink a full bottle of water right away.

A little while later, it's about 3PM now, she txts me. "I'm at 7 now.  I'm on a soft chair sitting on carpet, and I don't want to ruin them"

I instructed her to drink more, and continue with her work.  Before too long, I got a message that just said '8'.  Game on.

I asked for clarification, just so she had to think about it.  "So you'd really like to pee?"  She replied in the affirmative, so I asked her to imagine that she's sitting on the loo, letting it all out, and to describe the feeling to me, in detail.

"Fuck.  And I'm on a call :/"  Poor thing. She continued: "OK off now.  God, I can feel it gushing out as I exhale and relief washes over me".  

I loved that description.  I instructed her to set the sound on her laptop, and emailed her a link to an 8 hour waterfall loop on Youtube.  It was a gentle mountain waterfall, not very big, so the sound was of constant trickling.  Very relaxing - for me.  Not so much for Alana.

I'll let the screen tell the next part: 

Naturally, Alana was looking forward to filling all 3 vessels, which probably would have emptied her bladder, or close to it.  But of course I wasn't letting her off that easy.  I instructed her to take the smallest one to the loo, and fill it to 1cm from the top with pee, then send me a photo as evidence.  Like the good girl that Alana is, she obliged.

And this is where things went wrong.  I had my suspicions, and asked whether that was ALL she released.  Alana sheepishly admitted that she'd emptied her bladder!  "Sorry sir," she said. "I couldn't stop.  It's harder than edging!"   Obviously I admonished her severely and ordered her to fill the bottle and drink it all, immediately.  It's about 4PM now.  When she completed the bottle I ordered her to refill it, and drink that too.  And so it went on, until she reached a 7 again.  Then I ordered her to do 10 star jumps.  

It's about 5:30 now, and time for her to get into the shower.   I made her swear she wouldn't pee in the shower, but she wasn't sure she could get through it without leaking.  "Drink more water" was my solution.  Fuel on the fire!

By the time Alana arrived at 7, she had drunk 3 more bottles, and was really ready to pee.  She thought I was going to phone-in, but I said no, we're going out.  "But I really need to pee" she said, "Can't we play first?"  Of course the more she told me how much she needed to pee, the more I was inspired to deny her.

By the time we got to the pub, she was at 9.  This pub is pretty swanky, and has a leather banquette seat along the wall, with tables about a metre apart.  I took the chair opposite, while she sat on the leather.  The next tables were just the Covid-mandated 1.5 metres either side of us, each hosting a couple, who were going to get an interesting show.

The waitress brought menus, and naturally I asked about drinks.  There were 3 choices for water!  Tap, still, or sparkling.  "My friend is very thirsty", I said, "I think she'll need a big glass".  I could see Alana wincing and squeezing her legs together, so I engaged the waitress in a long conversation about water, which made Alana visibly anxious.  We decided on tap water, a large jug.

Foolishly, Alana ordered wine, and wasted no time emptying the glass, so I ordered a refill.

Over dinner I brought up as many conversations as I could think that revolved around water.  Rivers, lakes, oceans, pee stories.  Alana had her legs tightly closed and was staring to rock back and forth.  She was at 9.5.  The waitress came to take our food order, but I waved her away.   "We're not in a hurry, we'd like to take our time" I told her.  I wish I could describe Alana's face when I said that.  She knew there'd be no wasting her pee by flushing it down the toilet - I had other plans for it, when we got home.

"We need to go", she said.  "I'm going to wet my pants.  Maybe I can let a bit out?"

There's one thing you need to know about Alana.  She absolutely values her privacy, and to get busted wetting her pants in public would have been the ultimate humiliation.  I dipped my finger into my water and drew a line on the leather next to her, to show her how it soaks right in, turning the leather dark brown.  There would be no getting away with it, especially with people each side of her on the bench seating. 

I asked the waitress for more water, and made Alana drink it, along with another glass of wine.  She was visibly squirming in her seat, her face was sweating, and anyone in the room could see, she really, really needed to piss.  She asked if we could go.  "Yeah I guess", I lied.  I ordered more drinks instead.  There were other teases, mostly in front of the waitress, which all caused to Alana to grimace with a painful grin that filled her whole face.

Now ideally, I would have stayed for dessert, had some more drinks, and pushed Alana until she leaked.  But I actually wanted her to pee almost as much as she did, and I was getting impatient, so I announced it's time we left.  The relief on her face was palpable.

As we got to the pay station, I showed her where the toilet is.  It was right there.  "Would you like to pee before we go?" I asked, in an innocent tone.  Of course she knew it wasn't an option.

In the car, she told me how much she'd like to pee all over it, like how she masturbated with her feet on the dash on our first date, 24 years ago.  Of course I wasn't allowing that, and headed for my house.  I couldn't resist another tease.  "Oh let's go look at that house for sale I was telling you about" I said.  Alana was writhing in pee pain and would have hit me, if there was something handy.   I wish I could remember the rest of the conversation as it was a pretty good string of end to end pee teases I think.

By the time my garage door went up, she was moaning loudly.  She needed it so bad - but so did I.  Much as I would love to have dragged this out another half hour, I had a challenge for her.

"I will let you pee a bit - but only if you show me how you can project".  With the garage door closing behind her, she had no hesitation, and pushed her black sheer stockings and black cotton undies down to her thigh.  Like an experienced pro peer, she spread her legs, pushed her pelvis forward in a shallow squat, and let out a thick stream, a good metre and a half long, across the garage floor towards me.  Not bad!  She looked so divine, the pink lips of her vulva framed by a lovely crop of brown hair, and the relief on her face.   "NOW STOP!" I ordered, and I think that was the hardest part, for her.  

Once inside the house I poured more wine for her and debated what we might do next.  Knowing that orgasms make women want to pee, I decided that would be a mutually satisfying course of action, so I had her strip naked and lie on the dining room table, on a towel, and began to kiss her.  I'll skip all the details that don't relate to the pee torture, but I finished by massaging the inside of her vagina deeply.  First two fingers, then 3...4 and a bit.  I used the action that is known to be conducive to ejaculation in females, but ordered her to keep it dry.  She was quite wet, but not pee/squirt wet.  I could feel her pelvic floor muscles contract and swell again as I brought her to orgasm.  But enough was enough, I have needs too, and I needed watering.

With almost my whole hand inside her, I gave her the instruction: "OK GO, LET IT ALL OUT".  And out it came, floods of it.  Her beautiful cunt erupted with a thick stream that went at least half a metre in the air.  I quickly took off my shirt and pushed my pants to my knees and stood in front of her, taking the beautiful warm stream all over my chest.  By now Alana was holding her lips apart and aiming the stream at me.  I backed off a metre so it hit my cock, which was indescribably divine.  I wanted it everywhere, at once!  Then I did something I'd never done before - I went forward and took it in my mouth.  I didn't swallow, I just let it wash in and spill out, trickling down my chin to my chest.  I don't know how long she peed for but I had time to back up to get more over my cock and in my pants, then come forward, jaw wide open, for more mouthfulls.  The crystal stuff was everywhere - my face, the towel, the table, nearby chairs.  What a divine fucking mess.  I took the rest of my clothes off and dropped them in the pile of piss, so I was wearing nothing but pee-soaked socks that squished wherever I walked. 

Alana lay panting for several minutes, reveling in her relief.  I thanked her for her gift and we kissed passionately.  We had a quick shower then lay in bed cuddling, talking about the experience.  We made up pee names for each other (which I can't remember now unfortunately).   Before she left she told me she had another pee ready, and this time I let her use the toilet, while I stood there watching.  She has a great hiss when she pees, and the toilet bowl is like a little amphitheatre, so I really enjoyed that.

Before she went to bed that night, Alana sent me the message that she'd had 3 more pees.  So much backed up liquid to release!

"What a waste" I replied. 

That was my wettest ever, and definitely most fun, pee experience.  Where to from here, I can only imagine. 

I'd really like my epitaph to read "Ladies, please feel welcome to squat right here and water me".  Am I going to hell?

It was a beautiful warm night tonight, unusually so for Easter, and Alana bought us tickets to see a live show - a singer we used to see a lot when we dated in the late 90's when she was my illicit teenage lover.   When I arrived, Alana was already on her second drink, and told me she'd been drinking tea all day - so by the time the show was over, she was ready to pee.  She moved to go to the toilet but I waved my finger, and she knew what I meant.

After the show I took her round the corner to a car park I knew of, but it was crawling with people so we found an alley and headed down it.  We still had a narrow view of the car park and anyone walking by would have seen us in the alley.  We kissed for a while and I gave Alana permission to pee.  Lacking foresight, as if she didn't know I was going to take her out for some public peeing, she'd worn a skin tight body suit that didn't have a snap clasp in the crotch, so she had to pull it to one side and stand with feet wide apart.  We kissed while she began to pee but suddenly a shadow appeared and a guy started heading up the alley.  Funnily enough. he paid no attention to us, and stood about 10 metres away and pulled his dick out for some relief of his own.  No doubt, unaware of what Alana had been doing when he arrived.

Like the good girl that she is, Alana didn't release all of her reserves.  We decided to go to the pub on the corner for a couple more drinks and before long, she let me know she was busting to pee properly.  That's what I wanted to hear.  I made her sweat for a while, as I took my sweet time finishing my drink.  We headed back to the car, which I'd left in a shopping centre car park nearby. There was nobody around so I asked Alana to remove her one piece, and I held her bag as she shimmied the shoulder straps down, then put her hands up her skirt and eased the whole thing down, and with some difficulty, got it over her Doc Martens.  Seeing that she was wearing undies underneath, I had her remove those as well. So by now she's wearing only a black, lacy, soft sided bra, and a skirt that was about mid thigh.  A few cars passed but she wasn't phased being seen in public in just her bra.  After all, we'd just passed a young woman in the street who was wearing pretty much the same thing.  

We got in the car and headed down to the skate park near my house.  It's on a hill in a park, overlooking the city at pretty close range, which looked magnificent on this perfect, hot Easter night.  Nobody was around, I guess because so many people headed down to the beach for the break.

We made out for a while, and it was really nice.  I was totally in the moment, like I rarely am.  I dropped a bra strap down and enjoyed the feel of her pert breast, and licked and sucked her nipple vigorously.  Then the other.  I love her breasts so much, always so soft wand warm.  Alana agitated for permission to pee, and much as I like to control her bladder and was tempted to make her wait, I wanted it bad.  So I sat on the low concrete wall and she straddled me.  I laid back and had her lift up slightly so her cunt was silhouetted against the flood lights at the edge of the park in the distance.  I could see the outline of her labia, her neatly cropped bush, and as she started to pee, the iridescent trickle that she'd aimed directly above my cock.  But I was still wearing jeans, so at first I didn't feel anything - but as it gradually soaked through, I started to get that hot hit, it's like a drug.  It hit my cock first, then started to trickle down to my balls and butt crack.  It was amazing.  But if there's one thing I love nearly as much as being watered, it's watching Alana pee, so  I made her stop, then we swapped places so she was sitting on the edge of the wall as I knelt in front of her.  I asked her to give it to me, and it wasn't a trickle this time, it was a powerful projection that hit me right in the crotch.  I asked her to lift her skirt, and the city lights were enough for me to clearly see the stream pushing its way out of her beautiful cunt.  I must commend her on the volume, as I even had time to stand right back and take in the whole scene and shoot some video as she squeezed the last of her warm crystal in a metre long font across the concrete.

Now came the best part. "Would you like me to lick your cunt clean?" I asked.  Alana was quite enthusiastic for that so I had her bring her butt to the edge of the wall and lay back, so I could kneel in front of her and hold her thighs up to get clear access.  The first thing I did was lick up the remnants of her pee from her inner thighs and lips, and she let out a soft moan.  So I probed further with my tongue and began to lick her clit with firm strokes.  Using her moans as feedback to guide me, I kept up the pressure and licked her intensely for 5 or 10 minutes until she moaned loudly and clamped my head between her twitching thighs.  Imagine the scene if you'd been out on a late walk on this perfect Autumn night.  Alana lying back, legs spread, her bra in disarray, with me kneeling in a puddle of her pee, furiously eating her out.  I dare say if anyone did come by, they kept their presence to themselves, rather than spoil the show.  

I finished by adding my own pee to her long dark stain, playfully making squiggles with it as she watched.  We returned to the car and I enjoyed the next 40 minutes feeling the wetness of her pee still in my crutch - my jeans and undies were soaked, and even my shirt had caught some.   In fact as I write, an hour and a half later, sitting in my study, they're still very wet, and starting to chafe.  I guess, maybe, it's time to peel them off.  

If you're reading this A, thanks for another awesome, fun night.  I love you to bits.

My pee-artner in crime Alana has now joined this forum and she's loving the stories.  I hope she posts herself!

Alana was the first person to pee on me - a harmless tinkle on my feet in the shower back in the 90's.  It felt pretty wild, I thought we were SO kinky.  We've been friends and occasional bonk buddies ever since, and a few years ago she confided that she'd developed a real interest in Omo, so pee came back on the agenda.

Last night we met for dinner and drank lots of water (and wine).  The restaurant was on the seafront so we took a walk along the boardwalk/pier thing afterwards, and both of us really needed to pee.  There were quite a few people around, some fishing, some just walking up and down the promenade.  There's high rise apartment blocks all along there so we were in plain view of them too.

First Alana sat on a bench which was made of steel slats about an inch apart. She pulled her undies down to just above the knees, and sat forward so she could reach underneath and make sure her cunt was right above one of the gaps (she hates me calling it a 'pussy').  She let go, and we could hear the splash on the concrete.  It left quite a puddle, even though she only donated about a quarter of her reserves. 

Next we walked down to the water's edge.  There's a high pier that a couple of guys were fishing from, and a low concrete walkway below it that we were on.  We found a spot where they could see us only from the waist up and Alana took her undies right off and stuffed them in her bag.  With feet wide apart, she let loose a long, gushing pee on the concrete.  At the same time I took out my cock and peed all around, and mixed it with hers.  I really enjoyed her watching me pee - but not as much as I enjoyed lifting her skirt and watching the gushing torrent from between her legs.  We started making out and I slipped my hand up her skirt and started fingering her.  Alana is very noisy when she loses control so I had to hold my hand over her mouth so she didn't attract attention as I brought her to orgasm.  The smell on my fingers was incredible and we had a good conversation in the car about that :)

While driving her home, I felt like I really needed to pee again.  Alana told me she knew where there was an abandoned car body not far from her house, so she directed me there.  It was on a fairly main road, in the front of a motor body business.  It was obviously being ratted for parts and only had two doors, one of which didn't even close.  I peed all over the side of the car and through the gap in the door, while she watched.  I have to admit I'm not into vandalism, pee or otherwise, but I don't think this was going to put anybody out as the car was pretty much a shell.  But it was fun watching the traffic going by me as I peed.

We've decided to up the ante next time.  I've challenged Alana to fill an ice cube tray with pee and put it in the freezer of her family fridge and leave it there for at least 24 hours.  Let's see if she comes through with the photographic evidence.