Lutab

Write a story about Several young hot women need to pee at a house party after a number of drinks, but the bathroom is full so they decided to find a naughty place to let go what will leave a mark
 

It was a wild and crazy party, and the drinks were flowing freely. Several of the young women had had a few too many and were feeling the urgent need to use the bathroom.

They made their way to the bathroom, only to find that it was already occupied. Frustrated and desperate, they began to search for other options.

As they were wandering around the house, one of the women had a mischievous idea. She whispered to the others, suggesting that they find a "naughty" place to go that would leave a stain.

The other women were hesitant at first, but the need to relieve themselves was becoming pressing. They eventually agreed to give it a try.

One of the women snuck into the bedroom and peed on a shelf that was filled with rows and rows of books. As she relieved herself, the shelf became wet and the yellow liquid soaked into the books, causing them to curl at the edges. Some of the pee even flowed down the shelf and onto the carpet below, forming a small puddle.

The woman tried to steady the books with her hands, but it was too late. The damage had been done. She knew that she had made a big mess and would have to deal with the consequences later.

Meanwhile, the other two women had found their own "naughty" places to go. One of them peed in the laundry room, atop a pile of dirty clothes that were already stained and dingy. The smell of urine mixed with the musty scent of old laundry, creating an unpleasant aroma.

The third woman found a spot in the corner of the living room, behind the couch where she let go a steady stream of pee that splattered against the wall and pooled on the floor. She couldn't help but giggle at the sheer naughtiness of it all.

As they relieved themselves, they couldn't help but feel a sense of thrill and excitement. It was a naughty and daring act, but it had also been a necessity.

When they were finished, the women quickly pulled up their pants and snuck back out of the rooms, hoping that no one had noticed their unusual behavior. They spent the rest of the night trying to act normal, but the memory of their escapades stayed with them long after the party was over.

Alternative ending

Sarah giggled to herself as she replaced the cushions and went about her day. She couldn't believe that she was using the couch as a toilet, but it was just too tempting to resist. She made a mental note to always make sure the bathroom was available before she needed it in the future... but deep down, she knew that she would probably end up using the couch cushions again.

Over the course of the weekend, Sarah found herself using more and more naughty places in the Airbnb as makeshift toilets. She peed in the kitchen sink, in the bathtub, and even in the bedroom closet. But as the days went on, she found herself wanting to push the boundaries even further. She wanted to find places that were even more outrageous, places that would leave a real mark.

And so, Sarah began to explore the bedroom more thoroughly. She peed in the bed, letting out a strong stream that arced through the air and landed with a loud splatter on the mattress. She could feel the warmth of the urine as it flowed out of her body and soaked into the fabric. The smell was strong and pungent, filling the room with a nauseating stench.

Sarah moved on to the dresser drawers, peeing into each one in turn. She watched with amusement as the urine pooled and swirled around, soaking into the clothes and leaving behind a series of yellow stains. She could feel the heat of the pee as it soaked into her skin, and the smell was almost overpowering.

Finally, Sarah made her way to the closet. She lifted up the hem of her dress and let out a final strong stream of pee, watching with satisfaction as it splattered against the wall and dripped down onto the floor. The pool of urine grew larger and larger, spreading outwards in all directions and leaving behind a series of yellow stains.

Sarah took a step back and surveyed her handiwork with a sense of pride. The closet was a mess, with pee stains covering the walls, floor, and even the clothes hanging on the racks. The smell was overpowering, a sickly sweet and pungent aroma that seemed to permeate every inch of the room.

But Sarah didn't care. She had always been a bit of a rebel, and this weekend had been the perfect outlet for her wild side. She knew that she would never be able to do something like this again, but that just made the memories all the more precious. The end

One more.

Write about a young woman in an Airbnb who needs to pee, but has to find another place because the bathroom is locked. She decides it’s fun and picks a particularly bad place.
 

A young woman named Sarah was staying at an Airbnb for the weekend. She had been out exploring the city all day, walking through bustling streets and crowded markets. She had been so caught up in the excitement of it all that she hadn't realized just how dehydrated she had become. As she returned to the Airbnb, she suddenly felt a surge of urgency wash over her. She needed to use the bathroom, and she needed to use it now.

Sarah made her way to the bathroom, her steps quick and purposeful. But when she tried to open the door, she was met with resistance. It was locked. She knocked on the door and called out to the person inside, hoping that they would hear her and let her in. But there was no response. Sarah's heart sank as she realized that she was in a bit of a predicament.

She knew that she couldn't just hold it. She had already been holding it for far too long, and the pressure was becoming almost unbearable. She considered going back out into the city to find a public bathroom, but it was getting late and she didn't want to venture too far from the Airbnb. She thought about asking the owner if she could use one of the other bathrooms, but she wasn't sure where he was and she didn't want to disturb him.

In the end, Sarah decided to have a little bit of fun with the situation. She decided to pick the most ridiculous place she could think of to relieve herself. She went into the living room and looked around. She considered using the plant pot, but that seemed a little too risky. She thought about using the sink, but that seemed a little too gross.

Finally, Sarah decided to use the couch cushions. She figured that they were soft and it would be easy to clean up afterwards. She lifted up the cushions and let out a strong stream of pee onto the couch. She could feel the warmth of the urine as it flowed out of her body and onto the cushions. It was a strange sensation, but somehow also quite liberating.

As she finished, Sarah noticed that there was now a large yellow stain on the fabric. She didn't worry too much about it though. She figured that she could just clean it up later. She replaced the cushions and went to bed, already planning to do the same thing the next time she needed to use the bathroom.

The next morning, Sarah woke up feeling the urge to pee again. She remembered her plan from the previous night and made her way to the living room. She lifted up the cushions and let out another strong stream of pee onto the couch. This time, the stain was even larger than before. It had spread outwards in all directions, soaking into the fabric and leaving a soggy mess behind.

Sarah giggled to herself as she replaced the cushions and went about her day. She couldn't believe that she was using the couch as a toilet, but it was just too tempting to resist. She made a mental note to always make sure the bathroom was available before she needed it in the future.

Over the course of the weekend, Sarah continued to use the couch cushions as a toilet whenever the bathroom was unavailable. Each time, she made sure to release a strong stream of pee onto the cushions, leaving behind a larger and larger stain. By the time she was ready to leave, the couch was completely ruined.

But Sarah didn't care. She had had a lot of fun during her trip, and using the couch as a toilet had been one of the highlights. She left the Airbnb with a smile on her face, already planning her next adventure. The end

Another one (I’m just going to put the original prompt and final story here)

Write a story about a young woman who needs to pee in a parking garage and uses an open car

As soon as Jennifer stepped off the elevator and into the parking garage, she knew she was in trouble. She had drunk more water than usual that day, and now she desperately needed to pee. She looked around, hoping to find a bathroom, but there was none in sight. The only options were the dirty concrete walls or the cars parked on either side of her.

Jennifer knew she couldn't just go anywhere. She was a young woman and needed to be careful. But as she looked around, she couldn't help but feel a sense of rebellion wash over her. She had always followed the rules and never done anything risky or daring. But now, faced with the prospect of holding it in or finding a dirty corner to pee in, Jennifer made a split-second decision.

She rushed towards the open car a few spaces down and climbed inside. The owner had left the windows partially down and the door unlocked, and Jennifer scooted over to the passenger side, hoping that the driver's seat would provide her with enough privacy. She quickly pulled down her pants and hovered over the seat, letting out a sigh of relief as she finally began to pee.

The stream was strong and steady, and Jennifer couldn't help but feel a sense of naughtiness wash over her. She played with the stream, aiming it towards the sides of the seat and watching as it splattered against the white upholstery. The warm urine felt soothing against her skin, and Jennifer found herself enjoying the feeling of letting go.

As she finished, Jennifer looked down at the seat and saw the mess she had made. The once pristine white upholstery was now splattered with yellow stains, and a puddle of urine had formed on the floor. But instead of feeling ashamed, Jennifer felt a sense of empowerment. She had done something daring and risky, and she had gotten away with it.

As she climbed out of the car and headed back to the elevator, Jennifer couldn't help but smile to herself. She knew she had done something wrong, but she didn't regret it. In fact, she was already thinking about when she could do it again. The rush of adrenaline was addicting, and Jennifer found herself longing for the next time she could let go and be a little bit naughty.

Write about Jennifer needing to go again. Only this time she is in a secluded part of a book store with no one around

The next time Jennifer found herself in need of a place to relieve herself, she knew exactly where to go. She had scoped out a secluded corner of the bookstore earlier that day, and now she was grateful for her foresight. As she made her way towards the back of the store, she glanced around to make sure no one was watching.

When she was finally alone, Jennifer quickly pulled down her pants and hovered over the carpeted floor, letting out a sigh of relief as she began to pee. The stream was strong and steady, and Jennifer couldn't help but feel a sense of naughtiness wash over her. She played with the stream, aiming it away from her body and onto the shelf of books beside her.

The warm urine splattered against the carpet, creating a puddle at Jennifer's feet. It also splattered against the books on the shelf, soaking their covers and seeping into the pages. As the stream flowed out of her body, Jennifer watched with a sense of excitement as it flowed down the shelf, pooling onto the carpet below. The urine was a rich golden color, and it glistened in the light as it flowed down the shelf, soaking into the carpet and books.

Jennifer couldn't believe how good it felt to just let go and be herself, to do something risky and daring. She continued to pee, relishing in the feeling of letting go. The warm urine flowed out of her body in a steady stream, splashing against the carpet and books with each spurt. It pooled on the floor, creating a small lake of urine that

Here is a story I had it generate. (Has a few iterations)

Write a story about a woman needing to pee in a hotel conference room

Once there was a woman named Sarah who was attending a conference at a fancy hotel. She had been listening to lectures all morning and her bladder was feeling the strain. Unfortunately, the conference room was in the middle of a session and Sarah didn't want to be rude and disrupt the speaker by leaving the room.

As the minutes ticked by, Sarah found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on what was being said. She crossed her legs and tried to ignore the pressure in her bladder, but it was no use. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.

Just as she was about to give up and risk interrupting the speaker, the conference room door opened and a hotel staff member entered. Sarah almost jumped out of her seat with relief. She quickly gathered her things and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it in time.

After taking care of business, Sarah washed her hands and took a few deep breaths to compose herself. As she left the bathroom, she couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. She made a mental note to always make sure she knew the location of the nearest bathroom at any future conferences.

Change the story so she can’t find a bathroom when she leaves so she uses an empty conference room

Once there was a woman named Sarah who was attending a conference at a fancy hotel. She had been listening to lectures all morning and her bladder was feeling the strain. Unfortunately, the conference room was in the middle of a session and Sarah didn't want to be rude and disrupt the speaker by leaving the room.

As the minutes ticked by, Sarah found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on what was being said. She crossed her legs and tried to ignore the pressure in her bladder, but it was no use. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.

Just as she was about to give up and risk interrupting the speaker, the conference room door opened and a hotel staff member entered. Sarah almost jumped out of her seat with relief. She quickly gathered her things and rushed out of the room, eager to find a bathroom.

But as she walked down the hallway, she realized that she had no idea where the nearest bathroom was located. She looked left and right, but all the doors were closed and there were no signs pointing the way.

Sarah was starting to panic. She couldn't go back into the conference room and she couldn't hold it much longer. Just when she thought all hope was lost, she spotted an empty conference room down the hallway. Without hesitation, she darted inside and relieved herself in the sink.

Feeling both relieved and embarrassed, Sarah quickly washed her hands and left the conference room. She vowed to always pay more attention to her surroundings in the future and to always know the location of the nearest bathroom.

Change it so there is no sink in the empty conference room

Once there was a woman named Sarah who was attending a conference at a fancy hotel. She had been listening to lectures all morning and her bladder was feeling the strain. Unfortunately, the conference room was in the middle of a session and Sarah didn't want to be rude and disrupt the speaker by leaving the room.

As the minutes ticked by, Sarah found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on what was being said. She crossed her legs and tried to ignore the pressure in her bladder, but it was no use. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.

Just as she was about to give up and risk interrupting the speaker, the conference room door opened and a hotel staff member entered. Sarah almost jumped out of her seat with relief. She quickly gathered her things and rushed out of the room, eager to find a bathroom.

But as she walked down the hallway, she realized that she had no idea where the nearest bathroom was located. She looked left and right, but all the doors were closed and there were no signs pointing the way.

Sarah was starting to panic. She couldn't go back into the conference room and she couldn't hold it much longer. Just when she thought all hope was lost, she spotted an empty conference room down the hallway. Without hesitation, she darted inside and relieved herself in the corner of the room.

Feeling both relieved and embarrassed, Sarah quickly gathered her things and left the conference room. She vowed to always pay more attention to her surroundings in the future and to always know the location of the nearest bathroom.

Add more description to when she releases herself on the conference room carpet. Describe how she feels and how strong her stream is also the color.

Sarah knew she had no other choice. She was in a desperate situation and there was no time to find a bathroom. She quickly looked around the conference room, trying to find a spot that was as hidden as possible.

In the corner of the room, she saw a small space between the wall and a table that was partially obscured by a potted plant. It was the best option she had. She hurried over and unbuttoned her pants.

As she released herself onto the carpet, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over her. She had never done anything like this before and she couldn't believe she was actually going through with it.

But at the same time, she couldn't deny the feeling of relief that came with letting go. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as the stream of urine flowed strong and steady. It was a deep yellow color, a sign that she had been holding it for far too long.

When she was finished, Sarah quickly buttoned up her pants and looked around to make sure she hadn't made too much of a mess. She was relieved to see that the carpet was a dark color and the potted plant had concealed most of the evidence.

Feeling both relieved and embarrassed, Sarah gathered her things and left the conference room. She vowed to always pay more attention to her surroundings in the future and to always know the location of the nearest bathroom.

Change is so she enjoys it more and the carpet is white

Sarah couldn't believe what she was about to do, but she was in a desperate situation and there was no time to find a bathroom. She quickly looked around the conference room, trying to find a spot that was as hidden as possible.

In the corner of the room, she saw a small space between the wall and a table that was partially obscured by a potted plant. It was the best option she had. She hurried over and unbuttoned her pants.

As she released herself onto the carpet, Sarah was surprised to find that she didn't feel as embarrassed as she thought she would. In fact, there was a sense of liberation and freedom that came with letting go. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as the stream of urine flowed strong and steady. It was a deep yellow color, a sign that she had been holding it for far too long.

Sarah realized that the white carpet was a terrible choice and that she was probably going to leave a noticeable stain. But at this point, she didn't care. She was enjoying the feeling of release too much to worry about the consequences.

When she was finished, Sarah quickly buttoned up her pants and looked around to make sure she hadn't made too much of a mess. She was relieved to see that the potted plant had concealed most of the evidence.

Feeling both relieved and a sense of mischief, Sarah gathered her things and left the conference room. She knew she had gotten away with something taboo and it made her feel a little bit rebellious. She made a mental note to always be more aware of her surroundings and the location of the nearest bathroom in the future, but a part of her couldn't wait for the next time she found herself in a similar predicament.

Change it to describe her peeing for a longer time and then describe more of the mess she leaves behind

Sarah knew she had no other choice. She was in a desperate situation and there was no time to find a bathroom. She quickly looked around the conference room, trying to find a spot that was as hidden as possible.

In the corner of the room, she saw a small space between the wall and a table that was partially obscured by a potted plant. It was the best option she had. She hurried over and unbuttoned her pants.

As she released herself onto the carpet, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over her. She had never done anything like this before and she couldn't believe she was actually going through with it.

But as the seconds turned into minutes, Sarah found herself getting more and more comfortable with the situation. She relaxed her muscles and let out a sigh as the stream of urine flowed strong and steady. It was a deep yellow color, a sign that she had been holding it for far too long.

When she was finally finished, Sarah quickly buttoned up her pants and looked around at the mess she had made. The white carpet was now stained with a large, yellow puddle. The potted plant had done little to conceal the evidence.

Feeling both relieved and embarrassed, Sarah gathered her things and left the conference room. She knew she had made a huge mistake and that she would have to come up with a good excuse for why there was a urine stain on the carpet. She vowed to always pay more attention to her surroundings in the future and to always know the location of the nearest bathroom.

Change it so she starts to have fun and play with her stream as she let go. Leaning back and intentionally staining more of the carpet.

Sarah knew she had no other choice. She was in a desperate situation and there was no time to find a bathroom. She quickly looked around the conference room, trying to find a spot that was as hidden as possible.

In the corner of the room, she saw a small space between the wall and a table that was partially obscured by a potted plant. It was the best option she had. She hurried over and unbuttoned her pants.

As she released herself onto the carpet, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over her. She had never done anything like this before and she couldn't believe she was actually going through with it.

But as the seconds turned into minutes, Sarah found herself getting more and more comfortable with the situation. She leaned back and let out a sigh as the stream of urine flowed strong and steady. It was a deep yellow color, a sign that she had been holding it for far too long.

As she peed, Sarah couldn't resist the urge to play with her stream. She moved her hips back and forth, intentionally staining more of the carpet. The feeling of release was too much to resist and she found herself getting caught up in the moment.

When she was finally finished, Sarah quickly buttoned up her pants and looked around at the mess she had made. The white carpet was now stained with a large, yellow puddle. The potted plant had done little to conceal the evidence.

Feeling both relieved and a sense of mischief, Sarah gathered her things and left the conference room. She knew she had gotten away with something taboo and it made her feel a little bit rebellious. She made a mental note to always be more aware of her surroundings and the location of the nearest bathroom in the future, but a part of her couldn't wait for the next time she found herself in a similar predicament.

Great story

Nice story. Hope you write more about what happens next 🙂

On 11/26/2022 at 11:05 AM, colette888 said:

Friday's is usually a very busy night for me, I use to go out to a Discoteque or similar type of venue, where I can pee while dancing and/or eventually get to meet one or more girls interested in having sneaky sexual encounters...

My trained routine implies that I check in a Hotel room downtown, because I live quite far from the City, and driving in the early hours of the morning, after having drunk more than the allowed, would be quite irresponsible and risky.

So, I often have dinner in a not-too-expensive Restaurant near the Hotel before catching public transports (Metro+Bus) to reach the night-life area, where I can choose among a few Clubs and even a couple of Open-Air Dancing places.

Yesterday I had decided to spend the night in a Club I often patronize, a GayPub where a fairly renowned band was performing live.

The Dance Floor was unbelievably packed most of the time but I managed to have plenty of fun.

Pissing was quite easy to perform, and so was some quick sex on the backseat of a car parked not far away.

Then, just before three o'clock I began to think of organising the return to the Hotel, which is located on the other side of Lisbon, at least ten kilometres from where the Bar is.

My plan was to find an Uber or a Lyft, because I was curious to personally verify if it's true that one can pee in their car without much fuss, as a couple of friends told me...

But, then, it became impossible to obtain a reasonable option from both Companies, probably because many people were enquiring and booking at the same time.

So, I went out in the street and hailed the first conventional Taxi/Cab (Green&Black) I saw.

That fairly outdated but large Mercedes Sedan stopped immediately, and the driver, quite an old man, bald and wrinkled, wearing a white shirt under a brown jacket, first asked where I was heading to and then got out to open a door and help me in.

Only when he saw me comfortably seated on the backseat returned to the wheel.

After we moved and the meter began to tick, I suggested taking the CREL to avoid crossing the Center, he nodded, adding that he thought that was the best option.

And so, five minutes later we were on the Motorway, as I had planned...

I considered then the option of a little sneaky piss from the edge of the seat to the floor, almost certainly I could have succeeded without being caught, the guy was too concentrated in driving.

But, my curiosity of checking his reaction, made me ask bluntly for permission to pee because I was in great need:

-«Sorry, do you mind if  I take a little leak?»

-«Are you joking? in ten minutes we are out of the Highway and there I find you a proper place near a garden, just wait».

«But I cannot wait, my bladder is exploding, I can pay for the cleaning»

My plan for the Uber was exactly to offer money, as I was told that's a fairly common practice in those situations...

«Twenty € is OK?»

«Absolutely not, nobody can do dirty things in my car!»- He raised his voice visibly angered.

So I switched to PlanB...

Last night for the Discoteque I was wearing for the first time a pair of very convenient crotchless red pants which I had bought in one of the most exclusive lingerie boutiques online and received very discreetly..

To show 'em I lifted my dress entirely and told him to watch.

He didn't turn the head but his eyes on the rear mirror seemed flaming, when he said slowly, measuring the words in a completely changed attitude, finally quite conciliatory:

 «What a beauty you are, you can certainly do what you like»

«So do you allow me to make a mess?» - I asked, smiling provocatively... 

«Yes, you can, please»

«Do you like if I show you as well?«

«Yes, very much so»

«OK, then, but if I do it now while you drive?,don't you get too distracted?«

«Of course I'd prefer if we stopped somewhere quiet»

«Right, let's wait a while then»...

While driving fast for the following few minutes he always kept my pussy in his sight, while I was fondling the hard clit and spreading the labia in a very explicit way.

I could have released a few spurts but I resisted because I knew there was a more appropriate time for those ones

I was feeling his excitement rising fast!

We weren't exchanging many words but one could easily tell what he was thinking, when his right hand left the wheel to reach the open legs and the crotch.

As a reaction, I invited him to touch himself, just when he had already lowered the zip and was fiddling inside the opening of the boxers

I leaned forward to catch a glimpse, he realised what I was doing and immediately the dick-head was out, extremely excited, covered by shiny precum!

Avoiding to comment specifically, I told him not to cum just yet, teasing and laughing a little...

No more than a minute later, we were parked beside a huge lawn where a few trees and a couple of fences, obviously deserted at that time, were giving us privacy from any unlikely indiscreet spectator...

The driver, with the cock in his hand, asked me if I wanted him to watch from the front seat or if he could come besides me.

Before he made a move I answered to stay where he was, and so, luckily, he complied...

And then I started my long-awaited show.

Firstly a gentle piss while seated right in the middle of the leather bench, where a tiny puddle appeared, then I moved slightly to one side and released a powerful couple of spurts against the door and to the floor.

I could feel my first orgasm coming up when I got distracted  hearing his moaning and sighing, obviously quite uncontrolled. . 

He then shouted three words whose meaning I didn't understand and lifted on his feet almost standing so that I could see his final act.. which was quite impressive - I must admit....

I continued my play for a while after he had cummed on himself, he kept watching very attentively and pronuncied some insultive expressions, which I didn't react to, pretending I didn't hear 

When I finally had no more fluids in myself, the back seat had become a lake, and the moquette on the floor was soaked entirely.

So I told him I'd move to the front seat, and with me there we reached the hotel. 

Wow! That’s an incredible story!! Would loved to have been in that taxi with you!

Nice

Hot story

Awesome start! Hope to read more of her crazy piss adventures!

Good story 🙂

Lol

Good story

First pic is missing

Would love to read more of these if you write another 🙂

I’d love to read more! Doesn’t need to be totally polished if you didn’t post just because you didn’t feel like it was ready. More of the story would be great. 🙂

Great story and I love the renderings!

Great story!

Hot story! Would love to hear more about them. Maybe she could pee in an empty conference room next 😉

Great story! I look forward to more 🙂

Another great story!

Hot story!

Hot pees! Love the carpet pissing