A First Timer's Tale

[Bacardi 9,025]

A marathon of sex had taken place in the bed Ashlynn and her one night stand were currently hold up in, fast asleep and tangled up together in each other's limbs. They met at a bar the previous night and she shamelessly went home with him after he had flashed his jewels and money at her. He was a rich man, and if there was one thing Ash liked it was rich men. They had the biggest bedrooms, the comfiest beds, the best bath tubs and usually the best food in the morning. This wasn't her first time getting it on with a one night stand, however, she did have something new on her bucket list of sex.

It had started when she was young, the act of squatting around her house and urinating when she knew she wasn't supposed to be peeing anywhere other than her toilet. Maybe five or six, and she got away with it for months at a time, blaming the puddle left around the kitchen, the living room, her parents bedroom, and her little brothers closet on the multitude of cats and dogs in her home. It wasn't until her little brother caught her pissing next to the toilet instead of inside of it that her reign of terror was over, and her parents punished her accordingly.

Ever since then she wasn't able to shake the need to simply piss on her carpet rather then the toilet, but she could never drum up the courage to do it on her own carpet at home. When she was a child she never had to clean it up, but now as a fully functioning adult she'd be responsible for her own messes. She'd often wake in the middle of her slumber with a bladder full of urine, wondering exactly why she had been conditioned to get up, walk down the hall into the cold and dark hallway just to sit herself upon a frigid toilet seat and let go when she could just step into her closet and urinate just as she did when she was young. She had tried to, getting into position while fully naked in the corner of her bedroom but she could never convince her body to simply let go. To state it simply, it was just too taboo. The last time she had tried it she simply resigned her thoughts to 'I was just a child back then, and that's something only children do' before standing and making her way to the cold toilet seat and releasing her urine the 'proper' way. But even after word, she wished she could still have that one little bit of freedom. Just once, she wished she could piss on her bedroom carpet and be carefree. 

Ashlynn woke first the next morning, her lover passed out behind her with his arm draped over her midsection. She had to pry her eyes open due to the fact that she was so warm and comfortable in his king sized bed, snuggled up with a good looking man that had left her feeling thoroughly pleased and satisfied the previous night. She would normally be able to drift back into her dreams if not for the fact that her bladder was nagging at her. All those damn drinks as well as the Gatorade she had consumed after they were done fucking really did her in, and she knew she would need to find his bathroom within the next fifteen minutes if she didn't want to urinate all over his bed. With a silent, frustrated groan she tore herself from his loving arms and exited out of his bedroom door, wondering what kind of millionaire doesn't have a bathroom in the overtly large bedroom?

Several of the doors she had checked were locked, and as she held her knees together trying not to let loose all over his carpet the unorthodox need to simply relieve herself in the hall hit her once again. She remembered getting up whenever one else was asleep just like this to fuel her naughty adventures, and it hit her right then and there that this would be the perfect place to do so. Her qualm was always that she would have to take the time to lug the steam cleaner out of the closet and run it for some time over her mess, but here? She could find the perfect spot in this man's house, squat, relieve herself, and then bounce before he even woke up to see if it were her! It was like a dream come true, and before she could even give it a second thought she ran back to his bedroom to gather her belongings to be able to make a clean get away. As she was bent over scooping her clothing and purse in her arms she looked up into what she originally thought was a closet but found that it hardly was. It was a bathroom, and she had just been too hung over and tired to notice it before. A wicked grin spread across her face as she quietly crept out of his room and into the hall, making an immediate right into his working office that she had found looking for the bathroom. This was going to be so good.

She shut the door behind her as the pounding in her heart increased tenfold, she couldn't believe she was really about to try this but by now she had no other choice. She was determined to ruin this man's carpet and have a good time, even if it meant he never spoke to her again. He didn't know anything about her other than her name and one of the few bars she frequented, she wouldn't lose out on anything by leaving a small gift for her lover. And what better place than here? He worked from home and would see it right away, could get it cleaned up and move on with his day. She was doing him a favor, basically. At least that's what she told herself as she backed into the corner in full view of his computer.

With her hands upon her knees she focused all of her attention on relaxing the lower muscles of her abdomen. It proved to be a daunting and difficult task since she had not done this in years, but soon she heard the pitter patter of the first few drops of her relief and realized that she was doing it. A hearty smile settled on her face as she relaxed even more, feeling as proud of herself as a parent would over a child who had just used the potty for the first time her stream picked up to a steady pace as she got more comfortable. She looked down in between her legs and saw his cream colored carpet turn dark with her fluids, her tear drop shaped puddle growing larger and large as she peed faster than the carpet could absorb it. She sound was divine, she was sure she would never hear the wet noise ever again but here she was in all her naughty naked glory, urinating where she was not supposed to and enjoying every second of it. However, her fun was momentarily thwarted by the sound of her lover coughing down the hall. She stopped midstream, abruptly cutting her relief off and feeling her bladder angrily pulsate inside of her while she listened to what was going on in the next room. She heard the toilet flush and realized that, while she was having the time of her life peeing in such a naughty place her lover was peeing 'properly' in his toilet. She huffed, feeling quite awful for him. If only everyone else abided by her rules, the world would be a much more fun place. She relaxed once again and her stream picked up right where it left off, thundering into his carpet drop by drop By the time her stream had tapered off she had grown disappointed, but as the last few drops fell from her naked pussy she felt so accomplished in herself that she couldn't help herself from dipping her fingers between her legs and giving her clit a short rub. 

But now was not the time. He had gotten up and out of bed already and for all she knew he would be looking for her. She had to dress and dress quickly, the last thing she wanted to do was get caught and have charges pressed against her. Her pussy still dripped as she stood to her full height, she didn't want to ruin her underwear so she frantically looked around for something to wipe with. Just as she was about to pick up her leggings and wipe with her pant leg she spied from across the room a navy sweater hanging up on the back of his computer chair. She hurried over to it, snatched it off the back of the chair and used the sleeve to wipe one or two times till she was satisfied then threw it over the puddle, concealing it so that it could buy her some more time in case she was caught. From there she threw on her clothes, held her purse tightly to her, and made a frantic run for it through his home, out his front door and into the cold morning. She walked down her street to the bus and couldn't stop her thighs from squeezing together at the thought of what she had done in that man's home,  she knew as soon as she got home it would be pants off, legs spread, and fingers deep in her pussy to pleasure herself. 

 

That same night, after masturbating three or four times she sat in bed with a book, relaxed and thoroughly satisfied she had just reached for her light to shut it off when she realized she had an unread text message. She lifted her phone, wondering if it were just a coworker asking to cover her shift tomorrow or if it were her mother or brother, or something. Unlocking her phone she was horrified to see that it was an unsaved number and that it was a video, the thumbnail of which looked exactly like the puddle she had left her lover that morning. With a shaky finger she tapped the play button, and her jaw fell to the floor when she saw her lover fisting his cock over her puddle, masturbating to completion as he added his cum to the corner as well before the video cut off. Her cheeks burned red hot as she wondered what the hell that was about, but before she could make any sense of it another video came through, and this one was even better. Her lover had his penis positioned above her puddle, cum stains still there and everything, and started pissing on top of her puddle as well, pushing her ring of urine further and further away from where it was originally. Ashlynn giggled as she grew wet once again, and right after the video ended a text came through:

Why didn't you tell me this was your thing? We could have had so much more fun together.

He texted her, and once her cheeks stopped burning in embarrassment she got up the courage to reply to him, simply telling him sorry. It didn't take long for him to reply either clearing the air about somethings she had concern about:

I got your number from your phone right after you fell asleep, just in case I wanted to contact you. There's a live camera always running in my office and watching you squat there and pee got me so fucking hard. I want you back. Let me come pick you up tonight and we can have all the wet fun we want to at my house." 

She placed her hand over her face as she read over his last text, but once it finally set in that she had found a like minded individual she  felt like she couldn't jump out of her bed fast enough. The previous night was so much fun, but she couldn't imagine how much more fun she'd have tonight now that both of their secrets were out of the bag. 

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I've been meaning to write up this story for a while now, but I never got around to it. Enjoy!

[Guest UnabashedUser]

Excellent writing and stunning conclusion. Love the word pictures it paints of the cum on the pee puddle, the fingered masturbation, the joy at finding a willing partner for all those dirty pee games we long to play with one another. Erotic and stimulating. Good job. Looking forward to reading much more.

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15 true stories of wife and me here.

[Bacardi 9,025]

12 minutes ago, UnabashedUser said:

Excellent writing and stunning conclusion. Love the word pictures it paints of the cum on the pee puddle, the fingered masturbation, the joy at finding a willing partner for all those dirty pee games we long to play with one another. Erotic and stimulating. Good job. Looking forward to reading much more.

https://www.reddit.com/r/truewetsex

15 true stories of wife and me here.

Thank you dear! Writing is what I enjoy doing and I always strive to add as much detail as I can in my work.

[Guest UnabashedUser]

True story about apartment hunting --

After we dated for a couple of months Bonnie and I decided to live together as our libidos, life styles and personalities were compatible and we just couldn't keep our hands off each other.

We both wanted sex a lot -- and that meant we had to be together a lot. As my apartment was the size of a shoebox, we shopped for a joint place that was in much better condition and had more room and was more convenient for Bonnie to go to work.

As pee was part of our relationship, the bathroom was most important. And as such, we both took the opportunity to use the commode at every apartment we went to.

One older place had a large toilet, made in the 20's , huge by today's standards. It was also higher off the floor than a modern crapper--ancient overhead tank. It had an oversized seat as well, which suits Bonnie's ample ass perfectly.

As we looked at it, Bonnie whispered (as the rental agent was nearby outside) "Hey babe -- lets try this out", and lowering her panties and hiking up her dress, sits on the seat. She invitingly spreads open her huge outer pussy lips and adjusts herself so that she's seated forward on the bowl.

I unzip and flop out my fuckstick which is already stiffening and move towards her, skinning it back to expose it's reddened head, knowing that I need to pee and waiting for the first drops to be released. Bonnie is now licking her fingers and transferring that moisture to her inner lips and clit, getting it lubed for masturbation as is her habit. ..

Bonnie now takes out just one of her voluminous breasts and flops it over her dress top, its ruddy nipple the size of my little finger jutting towards me invitingly. At that moment I take my wanger and rub it on her nipple. She moans as her fingers continue the circling of her now engorged clit frequently moving down to masturbate her protruding butthole.

Now I feel the pee starting, and move back as she grasps my balls with her other hand and I aim my stream directly at her moist gap which she widens to receive my foamy pee. It cascades down her meaty flaps into her crevice onto her clit, down past her cuntal opening where it makes the sound like the blowing of air across a bottle, and then rushes along her 'taint, swirls about her butthole, and into the toilet noisily.

Suddenly Bonnie's piss begins to flow and mixes with mine in a golden river of urine, hers hissing as it loudly does across her pissflap, furiously now roiling the waters of the toilet, her gasps and moans of pleasure urging me to greater hardness and urgency.

Now I am almost finished pissing and my cock is in her hand as she continues her stream and leans forward to take my convulsive shaft and head into her full and generous mouth, her tongue lapping the underside of the head, directly on the man-clit, which is my most sensitive part as she pulls down on the shaft and up on my balls.

As her final drips leave her asshole and pussy, my balls spring open their valve and copious quantities of my whitehot spew fly from my engorged cockhead and into her gasping mouth,where much of it slides from her lips and drains down my shaft to moisten my ballsack.

We both collapse in each other's arms, mopping up the remains of our ejaculations and urine with toilet paper, then reassemble our garments. The air in the bathroom is full of the aroma of piss and cum and pussy, and we hope the rental agent doesn't notice. If she did, she didn't say, but her cheeks were flushed as if she had heard something. It's pretty obvious that we've both just cum as we try to walk normally and breath regularly.

[daemoniak 586]

16 hours ago, UnabashedUser said:

We both collapse in each other's arms, mopping up the remains of our ejaculations and urine with toilet paper, then reassemble our garments. The air in the bathroom is full of the aroma of piss and cum and pussy, and we hope the rental agent doesn't notice. If she did, she didn't say, but her cheeks were flushed as if she had heard something. It's pretty obvious that we've both just cum as we try to walk normally and breath regularly.

I can just picture the face of the agent, outside, hearing you two having fun. She'd be getting all flustered, not daring interrupt and not being able to leave. 😄

[Bacardi 9,025]

3 hours ago, daemoniak said:

I can just picture the face of the agent, outside, hearing you two having fun. She'd be getting all flustered, not daring interrupt and not being able to leave. 😄

My god. It's wild to see you comment on one of my posts. I've been following your writing for years over on Misterpoll. I didn't know you were here too! 😭😝

[wetwulf 3,183]

Bravo @Bacardi. Very hot story, indeed. Will there be more to come? I hope so.

[Bacardi 9,025]

22 hours ago, wetwulf said:

Bravo @Bacardi. Very hot story, indeed. Will there be more to come? I hope so.

Thanks! I wasn't really planning on writing anymore, but maybe if I get hit in the head with an idea for these two I'll type it out :P