Hightower

Thought this would be a fun change!

what's the best upload site so it won't need a shitload of posts?

The maid

When I got offered the job to be a maid at Nathalie's house I was thrilled. She's the most successful businesswoman in the town and everyone said people working for her all ended up in high places. That was why I didn't really mind when she aked me to wear this stupid French maid outfit. What did raise my eyebrows was that I spent most of my time cleaning up puddles round the house. They always seemed to appear after her friends had been round. Maybe she and her friends spilt a lot of drinks? 

My question was answered when I dipped my finger in a puddle one morning and gave it a sniff. 

"Pee?" 

It couldn't have been. But the suspicion gnawed at me til I eventually gave in and bought some mini spy cameras. The footage shocked me, disgusted me even. But it was also the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

Athens, 5 years prior to the sealing of the shrine

"You must let them baptise you, Flavia. It is the only way. Without it you cannot remarry, it is that simple!"
"But what if I do not wish either baptism or marriage, father?"
Flavius Claudius grumbled, slamming his cup to the table.
"Then you are a wilful fool of a girl. You said before you are like me, you care not for matters of the divine. Then what is your problem? Just let them wash you and be done with it, and you will secure your future."
"I was supposed to secure my future with Alexios and look what happened there!"
"His family were even bigger fools than you. I will have no more of this. Look at it this way, let them baptise you and you won't have to sweep up at the fucking church any more. It's no job for a lady of your breeding. Especially at 23 years old."

Flavia looked nervously around the candlelit cloisters.
"Nobody around," she murmured. "Time for some fun."
The auburn haired, slim girl quickly darted across the floor to the apse where the high altar stood, but more importantly to her, the baptismal font.
She had nothing personal against the Christians, but the bishop had recently convinced the city governor to make all who refused baptism perform menial tasks for the church, on pain of imprisonment or hefty fines. Noblewomen were no exception, though at least she was spared shovelling oxen shit.

Flavia clambered onto the font, hiking up her short tunic to reveal her pussy. She sighed gently as the cool air brushed her lips, her hand moving to part them before she aimed a stream of urine down into the basin.
The hissing noise and splashing of her toilet filled the quiet hall, broken only by her giggles and sighing of relief.

She had discovered her love of peeing where she shouldn't when she was with Alexios. He was wealthy, but a total dullard (she was relieved when he and his family were executed for plotting against the emperor) and when she caught him drunkenly leching over a serving girl at a party, she angrily retreated to their bedchambers and pissed all over his fine clothes. The anger was replaced with a sexual thrill at the naughtiness of her actions and she fell back to the bed to masturbate to a thundering orgasm when she had finished. Since then, her hobby had become something of an obsession.

As she flicked a finger over her soaked clit at her desecration of the font, a booming voice startled her.
"WHO'S THERE?"
"Shit!" Flavia swore, rapidly hopping off the font to escape. Before she could get to halfway, a crook sent her flying onto the flagstones.
"What do we have here?" The bishop said, peering down at the young noblewoman. "Flavia Aureliana, I presume? Why are you not home?"
"I-I," she stammered before Bishop Demetrius cut her off. "Silence. We'll find out just what you were up to on my font."
Flavia gulped as he strode the short distance to the font.
"How dare you? Foul harlot!" His raging voice filled the cathedral.
"You will go to the cells tonight. Your father will be summoned and your punishment decided tomorrow."
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"My only daughter, I cannot believe what I have heard from the Bishop. Is this true?"
"Yes, father," she said, dejected and defeated.
"I am truly sorry for my daughter's actions, bishop. She must be severely punished for this, I agree."
"No," the bishop interrupted. "This desecration goes beyond punishment. She must accept the cloth as penance and go to a convent, or face exile from both the city and your noble house."
"Well, Flavia. The choice is yours," her father glowered.
"I will not take the cloth. If exile is to be my fate, I shall not darken your door again."
As she was taken to the city gate with a small bag of her belongings, she heard the bishop arguing with her father over payments to the church in lieu of her own penance.
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A taberna in Corinth, 2 days later
"If you want a room, you'll have to work for it girly. Nothing for free here. Get your pretty arse into the kitchen and help that sour faced bitch inside make the stew. Least you might brighten the place up a bit," Zeno, the gruff, fat tavernkeeper said before smacking her behind as she walked past.

That night as she served jugs of wine, a drunken soldier reached out between her legs and groped her.
"Fuck off!" She shouted, turning to slap him. He caught her blow with his forearm, and sneered. "Just for that, hussy, get me another. For free. We keep you lot safe from the barbarians after all, don't we."
She stormed off behind the bar and took a jug. Holding it between her body and the bar, she filled it half with wine and half with a strong jet of her pee.
Smiling, Flavia took it back to him.
"Of course darling, how remiss of me. Enjoy our best vintage on the house."
He smirked and took a swig before spitting it out.
"Fucking slut!"
"Oi!" Zeno shouted. "What's going on?"
"Pissed in my wine she did!" His fellow soldiers jeered.
"She's done you there, Camillus!"
"She could do that in my wine any day," another laughed, prompting another round of jeers.
"Alright, alright," Zeno laughed. "Very funny girly, but these are our valued customers. I can't have you winding them up like that on your first night. Now fuck off."

With that, Flavia was out on her backside again. She was so enraged she barely noticed the cloaked figure following her out the tavern.
"The erstwhile Lady Flavia, I presume?" A soft, feminine voice said from behind the hood.
"How did you know that?"
"A young woman in fine clothes with an educated accent, working a tavern? Word has spread about what you did in the church, you are the talk of society. You should be more careful where you piss in future," the woman chuckled. "Lest you get too much unwanted attention."
"And are you that unwanted attention?"
"I hope I am quite the opposite," the woman said, lowering her hood to reveal raven-black hair and a stunningly beautiful face with sharp, aquiline features. "I am Irene, High Priestess of Urinaea."
"Ah, you must be mistaken," Flavia replied, admittedly captivated by the woman's looks. "I am not one for religion."
Irene laughed again, eyes twinkling as she did so. "I think you may find our manner of worship more...interesting...than reading dusty scrolls and chanting creeds. Either way, it is not as if you have many other options. Come, and enjoy a few days at our shrine where you may choose your path."
Flavia shrugged and followed. As she did, she noticed Irene's robes did little to hide the curvaceous shape  and sway of her hips and arse when she walked.

On 5/26/2023 at 6:31 PM, Emilaze said:

I would say that I have peed in house parties a few times now? Picking a corner of a room that isnt in use and going at it isnt as difficult specially when everyone is hammered, since no one is really paying attention to what others are upto. But yes its way more convenient in clubs.

I can vouch for this, Ocean in Notts has piss corner (bit further down from fingering corner😂)

Thanks for the reacts, just a quick one to get the ball rolling! I should say, the story will contain desperation elements, naughty peeing in parts and watersports going forward.

Oxford University, 2023

"Are you sure, Rose?" The brunette tutor leant her head forward and peered over her square-rimmed glasses at the 23 year-old blonde sat nervously across the table, squeezing her legs together. "It's a very interesting literature review and I can see the potential, but it's a radical departure from your Masters and I feel it may be a step too far from your areas of expertise, to be frank."

She handed the document back. Cults of the Erotic: Sex and Ritual in the Christian Roman Empire, 379-610 AD.

"It's an area with a lot of gaps in the research, Gina. Outside of the major pagan cults of the era we really don't know much about most of it", Rose said, feeling a sharp pang in her lower abdomen as she spoke. She took another swig from her water bottle.

"It's one of the more ambitious PhD theses I have seen, is all-especially given you intend to use archaeological evidence from some sites which are ongoing, it could take years. Are you sure you're ready to undertake what could be a life's work?"

Rose nodded. "I'm as sure as I can be. I'm actually flying out to Greece in a couple of weeks to join the dig at a small shrine complex near Corinth."

Gina laughed. "Trust you to pick a PhD that gives you an excuse to go jetting off to the Med a few times a year. Make a start on your research right away then, you'll want to know what you're looking at when you get there."

Rose quickly stepped out the office and made a beeline for the ladies'. She had held it in since the morning, deliberately putting off going for a piss til after the meeting. Since a desperate walk home and quick dive behind the bushes in her second year of uni, holding and peeing where she shouldn't had given her something of a thrill. She dropped her jeans and instantly a strong stream of piss jetted out from between her thighs. 

"Mmmm", she sighed. Still, she thought. Compared to her housemates' steady coke habits financed with daddy's money, enjoying going for a wee was a harmless vice.

2 Days Later

Rose turned a page in the dusty old tome. The riveting title, Heathen Worship After the Fall of the Western Empire, came from an antiquarian in the 18th Century who had (somewhat poorly) translated the bulk of the work from the Greek of a Byzantine monk writing in the 8th Century. 

"I don't think this'll be a best seller any time soon", Rose mumbled to herself. The next paragraph however startled her from her reverie.

One little known cult is that of Urinaea, referred to in earlier sources as a goddess and later as a demon, though no reference exists follwing the reign of Justinian. The earliest association seems to be with the Greek deity Eros, though by 5th century following the bith of Our Lord her worship was more closely associated with the widespread cult of Isis. 

"This is a new one", Rose thought aloud. The dig she was going to was at a temple to Eros with evidence of later Isis-worship, perhaps there'd be something to go off there.

While many heathen cults of this degenerate age made rituals of their fornication, acolytes of this cult differed in that priest and priestess alike would urinate on one another in their foul rites, even consuming the effluent. The high priestesses would urinate where they wished, and the cult believed drinking the urine of a high priestess would confer lifelong beauty. Reference is made of a ritual which would return their goddess to the mortal realm.

Rose squeezed her legs together. She imagined herself as a priestess of this strange cult, drinking wine and pissing whereever she wanted. 

"Sounds fun", she giggled.

She was looking forward to this trip.

This chapter is more of a setup and to give a bit of flavour, I wanted originally to submit this on literotica but I honestly can't be fucked so I thought I'd put it up here to start with! There'll be way more pissing/sex action in subsequent chapters. I've obviously written some shorter stuff on here and wanted to give longer form writing a go

It's a bit of a play on Mummy's Tomb-type stories, but with a watersports twist. For a bit of interest, the background of this chapter is the final clampdowns on the last few pagan cults in the Empire by Justinian in the 500s AD.

Prologue

Julia, the Priestess of Isis laughed ruefully. "You think your handful of men can stand against Justinian's wrath? The Christians will swat them aside like flies and we will all be slaughtered."

"Then what do you propose? That the Christians have won and we accept our fate or let them wash our heads?" Murmurs from the others present filled the small temple as the Priest of Mithras returned to his seat. 

"That worked for our predecessors, didn't it? The great and powerful acolytes of Jupiter, Mars, even the Virgins of Vesta who guarded the eternal flame! Now they are faded into memory, and now the only resistance to the Christians are sat in a hovel of a temple squabbling like washerwomen while Justinian finishes what Constantine and Theodosius started."

The priest, an old soldier and veteran of many of Justinian's wars, rose again.

"I will fight for our freedom to worship our gods. If you have a better plan, though, speak plainly."

"You will fight, Castor. But not for victory, for time. Flavia and Amelia, the two priestesses by my side, are not priestesses of Isis, but of another. We will call on the demoness Urinaea, with a ritual not attempted in 1000 years. It may not work, but it is our chance to defeat the Christians once and for all."

"How much time? And what is this ritual?"

"I will not bore you with details, but it requires a virgin of royal blood. As it happens, young Lady Helena will be here soon."

"The emperor's niece?" 

"The very same. My men waylaid her carriage this morning. We have no time to spare, Castor, as I imagine the cavalry will be hot on their heels. Tell your soldiers to man the perimeter."

As Julia had predicted, a dozen horsemen with the 20 year-old unmarried niece of the emperor in tow galloped into the temple courtyard.

As she was pulled from the horse, the attractive brunette, her silk dress dishevelled, swore at her captors.

"Get off me! By the Lord when my uncle's men arrive you will all be cut down like the dogs you are!"

"Now now domina", Julia deferred to her mockingly. You won't be saying that after you have been the instrument in the demoness's rise."

She turned to the leader of the horsemen. 

"Did you follow your instructions to the letter?"

"Of course priestess, the lady has been made to drink three waterskins on the way, as much as she'd keep it down anyway."

"Excellent, then we are ready to start."

"Start what? Let me go right now and you may yet live!" Helena screamed at the priestesses who led her into the temple. 

The altar had been set up with incense burners and a gold chalice in the centre, and a dozen priestesses of Isis chanted in a tongue alien to Helena. The noblewoman had been stripped naked and forced to drink a large cup of water, which didn't help the situation as her pressing bladder made her legs clench. Julia, also naked, stood behind her as Flavia and Amelia lifted her up with spread legs, exposing her before the altar.

"W-what's happening?" Helena asked, nerves creeping into her voice, the heavy incense smoke dulling her senses.

"It's simple. When your desperation becomes too much to bear and you piss into the chalice on the altar, the goddess will rise and all who see her will kneel in submission. You will become her first disciple, and your former God will no longer rule the empire."

"Never! I will remain loyal to my uncle and our Lord Christ!"

"But you do need to pee, and how long can you hold it?" Julia asked with a smirk as Helena was carried to the altar. "It may be too late when help arrives."

Julia stopped entertaining Helena's protests then, and began chanting in the strange language.

Helena's bladder was screaming at her to let go, and she was sure she could feel a small bead of urine forming at her pussy lips, but the sound of horns filled her with renewed hope. 

"Ha!" She shouted against the chants. "They're here! You heathens will be struck down in the name of the Lord!"

Her hope died a little as she felt another clench between her legs, and she remembered the approaches to the temple. The narrow paths could be guarded against a small army by a hundred men.

The two priestesses holding her began to kiss her neck, and one even ran her free hand against her cunt. 

"Let go", they moaned. "It'll feel so good."

"You've resisted as long as you can, just pee and it'll all be over".

"No...no, I can't", Helena panted. "I have to stay strong, oh God"

"He can't hear you", the one on her right cooed.

A finger brushing her clit broke the dam. A spurt of piss escaped her lips and hit an incense burner, but before the priestess could redirect her aim screaming outside made her clench her urethra shut. She heard the chanting break as Julia turned to see Castor burst through the doors.

"They brought fucking fire, it's over! Get out while you can!" 

Helena was unceremoniously dumped to the floor, the priestesses turned and fled out the temple. Castor and two of his last surviving men made a stand at the entrance, but did not last long. As Julia turned to flee the soldier that had cut down Castor hurled a javelin. The last High Priestess of Isis fell to the floor.

The official report to Justinian stated that not a living soul remained among the pagans and that the heathen texts on performing the unholy  ritual were destroyed. 

Two, however, survived. They made it back to the temple of Urinaea, a small cave in the mountains, where they documented the ritual once more and sealed the entrance with themselves inside. As they drank hemlock, they swore their shrine would be found and the ritual completed.

My Flatmate the Pornstar-3

Maddie hoped Antonia would arrive soon. She'd been drinking since about 3pm in anticipation of her turning up and could barely hold it. She squeezed her thighs in desperation, her aching bladder pressing down to her pussy. What if she didn't come? What if she thinks I'm just some sick perv? She thought.

Her jolt when the door opened nearly caused her to wet herself. Antonia stepped into the room and tutted.

"You know, you could have just told me you liked my videos." 

"I'm sorry Antonia, I didn't know what to say, I thought you'd think I was some freak!"

"Well, maybe you are", Antonia replied with a smirk. "And there'll be some rules around here now I'm back. If you really did like what you saw...I'm never using the toilet to pee while you're in here again. Is that clear?"

Maddie gulped. She had definitely liked it in porn-land, but this was suddenly very real. Scary. Could she really agree? Sign up to being pissed on by her roommate every day from now on? Before her brain could answer, her pussy did for her.

"Fuck...yes", she panted.

"Thought you'd say that", Antionia replied, dropping her overcoat to reveal she just wore her underwear beneath. She removed her knickers, straddled Maddie on the sofa and told her "lay back. I want you to watch while I pee all over those amazing big tits."

Wordlessly, Maddie panted with anticipation. 

The most erotic moment of her life played out inches from her face as Antonia released her bladder, a powerful stream drenching Maddie's boobs and stomach. Being pissed on felt better than any of her masturbatory fantasies could have made it seem.

It was all she could do not to bury her face between the paler girl's creamy thighs, but Antonia told her to lay back and so she did. As the golden shower died down, Antonia leant forward and began licking the piss from her drenched tits and removing Maddie's own knickers. 

"You have any for me?"

"I'm fucking bursting, how do you want me?"

"Stay as you are, I want to drink you like a fountain", Antonia giggled.

She was concerned that she'd not be able to pee under the circumstances, but Maddie's urine jetted out with such force that it shot straight into Antonia's open mouth. The feeling of her piss falling back down over her pussy and flowing over her arse and thighs was amazing, and she was mesmerised watching Antonia try to drink her arcing stream.

When her pee finished, Antonia climbed off and gave her a deep kiss, letting her taste herself off the other girl's lips.

"How does it taste?" Antonia winked at her.

"Better than I could have imagined", Maddie panted.

"I think it's time for you to taste mine, you'll be getting plenty from now on", Antonia replied before getting onto the back of the sofa with spread legs. Maddie opened her mouth eagerly.

"Uh-uh", Antonia laughed. "If you want to drink me you need to make me cum first."

Getting the message, Maddie reached out with her neck and ate the wet pussy in front of her. She did what she liked done to her, short, sharp licks just beneath Antonia's clit, and soon enough the pale girl's thighs were squeezing round her head as she screamed in orgasm.

"Fuck..." Antonia panted, "you're a natural! Open up, I'm so desperate to pee all over that tongue."

Maddie happily obliged. She rubbed her clit as the hot golden shower filled her mouth, overflowing as she struggled to swallow quickly enough. The salty taste wasn't great, but the sheer naughtiness of what she was doing drove her arousal to impossible heights. She came all over her fingers with Antonia's piss filling her mouth.

The next evening, with Antonia's pee flowing over her clit, Maddie thought maybe the next few months won't be so bad after all!

My Flatmate the Pornstar-Part 2

In my post-orgasm clarity I tried to push these new feelings to one side. Just don't think about it, I told myself. For a few days it was easy enough, I just kept to myself as usual and apart from some small talk with Antonia we barely interacted. She gave no hint as to whether she knew I'd seen her payslip. But then, I heard her go for a wee. As the urine splashed down into the toilet, before I could stop myself, I found the thought forming. What a waste. She shouldn't have to pee in the toilet while I'm here. No sooner had my brain gone down that road, my phone was out and I was back watching her peeing right into another girl's eager mouth. 

"Fucking piss on me", I moaned as I frantically rubbed my clit. My juices were leaving a wet patch on the bed from how turned on I was at the thoughts racing through my head and the display on my screen. How good must it feel to have that hot, nasty piss all over me?

Against my better judgment, I couldn't keep it up for much longer. I had to tell her I knew. But how would she react? She might just think I was some sort of voyeuristic pervert and move out, and then I'd be stuck. Fortunately, the dilemma was answered for me in an unexpected way. The pandemic had hit, and halfway through the work day the office sent us home, quite a bit later than everyone else as they had tried to argue we were key workers. I went into our lounge and was greeted by the sight of Antonia with her camera set up in the corner, while she pissed into a trifle glass.

She was mortified. I tried to stop her, told her to stop and that it was fine, but she screamed, grabbed everything and ran away into her room. She left later that night. I had to let her know it was all okay, that I didn't mind. More than didn't mind.

But how? An idea formulated in my head-it was dumb, but it was my only shot. I set up my camera and recorded myself.

I took a long, hot piss all over the seat, and sent her the photo evidence, with the message:

"I liked what I saw. Come back tonight and drink plenty water 😉"

My Flatmate the Pornstar-1

My name is Maddie, and I recently discovered my flatmate makes piss porn.

It was several months into our flatshare when I found out what Antonia did for a living. She was a fine flatmate, kept up with the rent and broadly kept herself to herself. We weren't friends but in the big city flats are expensive so living with someone that didn't kick up a fuss and paid her dues was all I could have hoped for! But one day, I found out what she did out of work, and our flatshare was never the same again.

I came home from work early one day and found a payslip on the desk. A fee things were itemised but one leapt out at me.

Vipissy- scene w/ Vanessa Decker

Vipissy? What on earth was that? I didn't want to pry into Antonia's private life and I'd never dream of asking her to spill the tea herself, but curiosity gnawed at me all afternoon until it finally got the better of me and I googled it.

My eyes widened as the video played. It started out as a fairly 'normal' girl on girl scene, not that I was an expert, but then (as I should have guessed) she started peeing on the attractive brunette she was paired with! Somehow her and her partner seemed to pee endlessly as they swapped positions and the table they shared became a lake of their urine.

How could I look at my mild mannered flatmate in the same way again? It turned out she was a pee porn pro, as I kept scrolling I found dozens of her scenes. Was it just business for her, I wondered. She certainly had to be a good actor if not, as she seemed to take great pleasure gulping down her co-stars' pee. 

Had she ever done anything in our flat? In my mind I imagined finding her on our table, legs spread, pissing all over it brazenly like she did in her videos. Just as my fingers were about to slide into the waistband of my knickers I snapped myself out of my fantasies.

"This is getting stupid," I told myself. Turning off my phone I tried to get to sleep, eventually drifting off with the image of my flatmate's peeing cunt burnt in my mind.

I woke up horny and frustrated with my fitful sleep. What was up with me? As I went for my morning wee I pulled my phone out. I'd left it on an image from my investigations last night, of Antonia peeing into another girl's mouth.

My hand already down at my pussy, the jolt of arousal pushed me over the edge. Still pissing, I slipped two fingers into my cunt and fucked myself, sending drops of urine splashing against the porcelain noisily. 

What does it taste like?

Before I could even finish thinking it I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked mt soaked fingers clean. The salty, earthy flavour was't exactly nice but the slight nastiness only drove my arousal further.

Her pee. On me. In my mouth...

I came violently as I strummed my clit with my free hand, filthy, pissy images filling my head.