Vicky VanCum

[Brutus 2,110]

Vicky VanCum

(Toilet Peeing)

 

She'd been long retired from the adult film industry and found success as an entrepreneur but still remained Joe's favorite porn star. Now going by her real name, Vicky Henderson, he still saw her as Vicky VanCum, a beloved star during and after her career, with nearly fifty films from 1998 through 2012 in everything from gangbangs to lesbian to anal. Joe was always enamored of her. Not only did she strike his fancy as a statuesque, shapely blonde with a personality that contrasted with his quiet demeanor, but one small scene gripped him in a special way. Browsing one of the lesser-known sites as a teen in 2016, he came across some old forgotten footage of her arriving at a set needing to pee. The camera operator followed her to the bathroom from the street. She pulled her jeans down while teasing and hovered over the toilet. In a cruel stroke of luck, the audio cut out from that point and only a few muffled crackles could be heard. The stream itself also couldn't be seen, being that she was filmed from the front to get a cleavage shot while bent over. The camera operator had no interest in her peeing and continued to focus on her breasts and face as she talked to him. The clip ended as she was wiping and flushing after being in position for over forty seconds. The lack of attention to her peeing was frustrating, but still one of the most arousing things Joe had seen, despite most of it being a mystery.

A few years later, he came across a podcast one night on YouTube, with a discussion centered around the industry. The host was joined by three actresses, one of whom was the retired Vicky. By this time, she was an executive producer, in addition to running a real estate business. Joe enjoyed the two hour conversation, which covered a wide range of porn realities. To his delight however, was when their talk unexpectedly veered into peeing as one of the other women mentioned sometimes needing to go between scenes. Vicky described an occasion where she peed on her male costar in what was supposed to be a squirting orgasm scene. In her account, he couldn't maintain a full erection, which she found frustrating and decided to pee on him, knowing everyone would assume she was squirting. Amid their hysterical laughter, the host pried for who her costar was, but she wouldn't reveal his name. Banter on the subject continued, with Vicky eventually talking about her complications from an infection following a labiaplasty undergone the prior year. She explained that the infection caused a stricture in her urethra that led to some changes with peeing. The host then posed a few questions, with Vicky's answers giving Joe new ways to fantasize about her.

“Does that make it hurt?”

“Not usually. Like if I have to piss really bad and have been holding for a long time, then it can be a bit painful because I'm pushing hard and forcing a huge stream through a narrowed urethra. The worst part is that sometimes it sprays everywhere if I'm not sitting and you wouldn't believe how noisy it is! So I try to go before I'm bursting but that's not always possible. Luckily I have a big bladder so it's rare for me to get that desperate.”

“So if you run into a restroom and see some other woman kindly left her pee on the seat, you have to wipe it off so you can sit down.”

“Oh I didn't say that. In that case I squat and hover. Sometimes it goes where it's supposed to!”

Three months after hearing the podcast and now age nineteen, he was working on the maintenance crew of a large venue a few miles into the city. It was a common destination for big business events and seminars. He was finishing his shift one evening and received word of a high-profile guest that was scheduled on short notice for the following Monday afternoon. Asking around, he was surprised to learn that it was Vicky. She was touring the country to speak to women about entrepreneurship and would be one of the most notable guests they'd hosted. The woman that highlighted so much of Joe's fantasies would soon be within arms reach. Thoughts of meeting her raced through his mind.

On Monday morning, he found himself dealing with a problematic toilet in the men's restroom. The need for a plumber was obvious after an attempt to clear it with a plunger failed. Being that it was one of the staff restrooms with two stalls and not the larger one for public use, he knew that it wasn't an urgent issue. He placed an 'Out of Order' sign on the stall door and returned to the rush of setting up for the event, along with additional staff that were on hand. Five minutes before two o'clock as chatter from a sea of over one-hundred women enveloped the seminar room, he saw a black Bentley pull up at the side entrance. The rear door opened and there she was, stepping out in white strappy heels, wearing blue jeans, tight enough to look as though they were painted on, leaving nothing about the contours of her thick backside or thighs to imagination. The white ruffled blouse tucked in her jeans drew attention to her surgically enhanced breasts. The short bob hairstyle she'd recently changed to, with one side hanging lower, gave a stylish and appropriate appearance for a woman of mid-forties. Joe's pulse ramped up seeing the woman he'd watched in countless films walking straight toward him. A greeter welcomed her at the entrance and escorted her to the guest dressing room down the hall. A young male assistant carrying her bags followed close behind.

Joe snapped out of his starstruck state, having been less than ten feet from her as she walked past. A few minutes later, having returned to his current task of positioning pamphlets on a table in the hall for the guests, he noticed Vicky exiting the guest room and heading toward the rear of the building. He knew she was likely on her way to the staff restroom and felt ravenous to capitalize on the possibility of hearing her. Leaving the unorganized stack of pamphlets on the table, he walked back to the area, knowing he could go into the supply cabinet close by to pretend he was looking for something. The door of the women's room was closing behind her as he approached. He opened the cabinet and stood still as she instantly turned loose a loud belting hiss that dwarfed all others in his memory. Several seconds in, the noise stopped briefly, returning with more force and louder to the point of spine-tingling shock as it advanced to the peak of its pressure. The rush of hearing her in such primal dominance was invigorating, requiring deep breaths for Joe to stay calm as her torrent continued. Following a few more pauses and restarts, she flushed and came out, with a shameless long-winded sigh of relief while returning to the guest room.

Lance, Joe's supervisor, called him and asked why the table wasn't done. He returned to continue laying out the pamphlets, still stunned by what he'd just heard. Upon finishing the table, he headed into the public men's room close by to splash water on his face and get his hot nerves under control. Composure returned soon enough, but curiosity about the condition Vicky left the toilet in wouldn't relent. Exiting the restroom with intent to make his way back and have a peek, he was intercepted by Lance, agitated and instructing to follow him to assist the sound crew with audio equipment issues. The task took ten minutes before he could get away. Making his way back to the staff restrooms, he heard several female voices inside and gave up, accepting that too much time had passed regardless and the opportunity was gone. He walked away with regret, but still satisfied at the great fortune of being in the presence of his favorite porn star, having heard her pee with unrivaled power. Now standing in the rear of the crowded seminar room against the wall, Joe looked on as Vicky came out and opened with the perfect ice-breaker.

“So, who among you ladies thought you'd one day be getting business advice from a 44 year-old ex porn star with the word 'cum' in her name?!”

The audience laughed. Fearless and seeming to be a natural at public speaking, her confidence was magnetic through witty remarks and the life wisdom learned working in the adult film industry. She was not ashamed of her past, but proud of it and the financial freedom it afforded to launch her real estate business. In addition to enjoying the energetic lecture, Joe noticed her sipping a bottle of water throughout. The possibility of hearing her pee again after the seminar kept him on edge, as she would certainly need to. After an hour, she was finished and took questions from the audience for another fifteen minutes. Vicky then thanked everyone for coming and said goodbye. Joe was off to the staff restroom area once more, planning to again use the supply cabinet as cover.

His plan was complicated by Aaron, the other maintenance guy moving between the cabinet and women's staff restroom while servicing it. He continued into the men's room across the hall to wait for Aaron to leave, instead of turning back in defeat for a second time. Once inside, he figured it was a good moment to try again at fixing the unusable toilet he'd placed the 'Out of Order' sign on earlier that morning. As he began pushing the plunger into the bowl, he noticed the distant sound of high heels hurrying down the hall and stood silent with focused ears. The footsteps grew louder and the men's room door opened, with Vicky asking, “Anyone in here?” Joe knew she must've come over only to see the women's room being serviced and strolled across the hall in desperation. He remained silent, confident since the stall doors swung shut on their own and that she'd logically assume no one was inside due to his sign. Sure enough, she rushed in without worry.

Joe's heart surged at the disbelief of what was unfolding right next to him. He had enough mind to start his phone's sound recorder as Vicky latched the door and pulled her jeans down with urgency. She exclaimed in a sigh of painful exertion as a volatile cracking hiss ripped out, full pressure from the outset. The intense reverb of the sharp sound seemed to redefine women's capabilities as her stream powered on until stopping a few moments in. She moaned in the discomfort of another push, again producing the piercing noise of voiding at her urethral opening, this time accompanied by a distinct change from a heavy flooding sound inside the toilet to one of splattering. Joe soon noticed wetness spreading into his stall along the channels of the floor tiles. The proof of her stream behaving as she claimed brought a feeling of warm and gripping stimulation to his body. Her loud cascade flowed uninterrupted long enough for him to take six deep breaths without fear of being heard. She stopped again, moaning and taking a few breaths of her own before restarting the screaming gush at full pressure, still seeming to spray in uncontrolled fashion. The stream soon weakened and broke into a series of short bursting hisses. She exhaled in satisfaction and without wiping, pulled her jeans up and made a brisk exit, leaving her natural brew resting in the toilet. Joe listened to the steps of her heels fading down the hallway as the main door crept shut.

Stopping the recording, he stepped into Vicky's stall to her lingering fragrance and the thorough disaster she reigned down. It was beyond anything he imagined, for every inch of the toilet seat and much of the floor close by were covered in the grandest mess he'd witnessed. He then noticed a pattern of splashes on the partition wall above where her pee crept into his stall. Closer inspection revealed additional spray that arched upward along the wall more than a foot above the toilet and spread out wider than the width of it. After admiring the scene and slight golden hue of the toilet water with foam still settling, Joe took a few pictures and returned to help clean up with the rest of the staff. While doing so he saw Vicky exiting the guest room with her assistant following and knew it was his last chance to meet her. She stopped and smiled at attention upon hearing him call her name, as he approached asking for a handshake and picture. She shook his hand as he complimented the seminar and mentioned loving her films.

“Hi! That's so sweet, thank you, I love meeting fans! What's your name?”

“Joe!”

She extended an arm around him and smiled for the camera. He turned inward slightly while holding out his phone, feeling her large chest against his side. The contact with her tall curvy figure and energetic aura was intoxicating. With the picture taken, she said goodbye.

“Well, it was nice meeting you! Take care!”

Joe stood there and watched her walk out of the building, feeling like the universe handpicked him that day for good fortune. Back home later that evening, her fragrance was still on his shirt as he listened to the recording. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that an old video of Vicky VanCum peeing, without much to be seen or heard, was the start of such a miraculous journey.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited April 14, 2020 by Brutus

[Alfresco 10,998]

I read the first bit that said "Toilet Peeing" and was ready to be disappointed as I'm more interested in peeing away from the toilets, BUT, I'm so glad I carried on reading.  That was a masterpiece.   I love the background and how it all builds up to the climactic episode in the toilet with the extra touch of the hug and photo afterwards.   Fantastic.  Thanks @Brutus

[Brutus 2,110]

On 4/14/2020 at 10:42 AM, Alfresco said:

I read the first bit that said "Toilet Peeing" and was ready to be disappointed as I'm more interested in peeing away from the toilets, BUT, I'm so glad I carried on reading.  That was a masterpiece.   I love the background and how it all builds up to the climactic episode in the toilet with the extra touch of the hug and photo afterwards.   Fantastic.  Thanks @Brutus

Thank you. Also, you gave me some very useful insight right here, that if I build context properly, something boring like toilet peeing can still be interesting to someone that would otherwise not bother. 

[Alfresco 10,998]

20 hours ago, Brutus said:

if I build context properly, something boring like toilet peeing can still be interesting to someone that would otherwise not bother. 

Absolutely.  A story about a woman peeing on the toilet as a routine thing doesn't really do much for me, but this was an entirely different situation.  The details make it something that paints a beautiful picture and the attitude of the person peeing makes a it on another level.

[nopjans 1,142]

I just have to say Brutus, this story was wonderful. Like Alfresco, I wasn’t sure I’d be interested in a toilet peeing story, but this is hot. Every detail is impeccably realized. 

[Lou Wrench 29]

On 4/13/2020 at 2:13 PM, Brutus said:

Vicky VanCum

(Toilet Peeing)

 

She'd been long retired from the adult film industry and found success as an entrepreneur but still remained Joe's favorite porn star. Now going by her real name, Vicky Henderson, he still saw her as Vicky VanCum, a beloved star during and after her career, with nearly fifty films from 1998 through 2012 in everything from gangbangs to lesbian to anal. Joe was always enamored of her. Not only did she strike his fancy as a statuesque, shapely blonde with a personality that contrasted with his quiet demeanor, but one small scene gripped him in a special way. Browsing one of the lesser-known sites as a teen in 2016, he came across some old forgotten footage of her arriving at a set needing to pee. The camera operator followed her to the bathroom from the street. She pulled her jeans down while teasing and hovered over the toilet. In a cruel stroke of luck, the audio cut out from that point and only a few muffled crackles could be heard. The stream itself also couldn't be seen, being that she was filmed from the front to get a cleavage shot while bent over. The camera operator had no interest in her peeing and continued to focus on her breasts and face as she talked to him. The clip ended as she was wiping and flushing after being in position for over forty seconds. The lack of attention to her peeing was frustrating, but still one of the most arousing things Joe had seen, despite most of it being a mystery.

A few years later, he came across a podcast one night on YouTube, with a discussion centered around the industry. The host was joined by three actresses, one of whom was the retired Vicky. By this time, she was an executive producer, in addition to running a real estate business. Joe enjoyed the two hour conversation, which covered a wide range of porn realities. To his delight however, was when their talk unexpectedly veered into peeing as one of the other women mentioned sometimes needing to go between scenes. Vicky described an occasion where she peed on her male costar in what was supposed to be a squirting orgasm scene. In her account, he couldn't maintain a full erection, which she found frustrating and decided to pee on him, knowing everyone would assume she was squirting. Amid their hysterical laughter, the host pried for who her costar was, but she wouldn't reveal his name. Banter on the subject continued, with Vicky eventually talking about her complications from an infection following a labiaplasty undergone the prior year. She explained that the infection caused a stricture in her urethra that led to some changes with peeing. The host then posed a few questions, with Vicky's answers giving Joe new ways to fantasize about her.

“Does that make it hurt?”

“Not usually. Like if I have to piss really bad and have been holding for a long time, then it can be a bit painful because I'm pushing hard and forcing a huge stream through a narrowed urethra. The worst part is that sometimes it sprays everywhere if I'm not sitting and you wouldn't believe how noisy it is! So I try to go before I'm bursting but that's not always possible. Luckily I have a big bladder so it's rare for me to get that desperate.”

“So if you run into a restroom and see some other woman kindly left her pee on the seat, you have to wipe it off so you can sit down.”

“Oh I didn't say that. In that case I squat and hover. Sometimes it goes where it's supposed to!”

Three months after hearing the podcast and now age nineteen, he was working on the maintenance crew of a large venue a few miles into the city. It was a common destination for big business events and seminars. He was finishing his shift one evening and received word of a high-profile guest that was scheduled on short notice for the following Monday afternoon. Asking around, he was surprised to learn that it was Vicky. She was touring the country to speak to women about entrepreneurship and would be one of the most notable guests they'd hosted. The woman that highlighted so much of Joe's fantasies would soon be within arms reach. Thoughts of meeting her raced through his mind.

On Monday morning, he found himself dealing with a problematic toilet in the men's restroom. The need for a plumber was obvious after an attempt to clear it with a plunger failed. Being that it was one of the staff restrooms with two stalls and not the larger one for public use, he knew that it wasn't an urgent issue. He placed an 'Out of Order' sign on the stall door and returned to the rush of setting up for the event, along with additional staff that were on hand. Five minutes before two o'clock as chatter from a sea of over one-hundred women enveloped the seminar room, he saw a black Bentley pull up at the side entrance. The rear door opened and there she was, stepping out in white strappy heels, wearing blue jeans, tight enough to look as though they were painted on, leaving nothing about the contours of her thick backside or thighs to imagination. The white ruffled blouse tucked in her jeans drew attention to her surgically enhanced breasts. The short bob hairstyle she'd recently changed to, with one side hanging lower, gave a stylish and appropriate appearance for a woman of mid-forties. Joe's pulse ramped up seeing the woman he'd watched in countless films walking straight toward him. A greeter welcomed her at the entrance and escorted her to the guest dressing room down the hall. A young male assistant carrying her bags followed close behind.

Joe snapped out of his starstruck state, having been less than ten feet from her as she walked past. A few minutes later, having returned to his current task of positioning pamphlets on a table in the hall for the guests, he noticed Vicky exiting the guest room and heading toward the rear of the building. He knew she was likely on her way to the staff restroom and felt ravenous to capitalize on the possibility of hearing her. Leaving the unorganized stack of pamphlets on the table, he walked back to the area, knowing he could go into the supply cabinet close by to pretend he was looking for something. The door of the women's room was closing behind her as he approached. He opened the cabinet and stood still as she instantly turned loose a loud belting hiss that dwarfed all others in his memory. Several seconds in, the noise stopped briefly, returning with more force and louder to the point of spine-tingling shock as it advanced to the peak of its pressure. The rush of hearing her in such primal dominance was invigorating, requiring deep breaths for Joe to stay calm as her torrent continued. Following a few more pauses and restarts, she flushed and came out, with a shameless long-winded sigh of relief while returning to the guest room.

Lance, Joe's supervisor, called him and asked why the table wasn't done. He returned to continue laying out the pamphlets, still stunned by what he'd just heard. Upon finishing the table, he headed into the public men's room close by to splash water on his face and get his hot nerves under control. Composure returned soon enough, but curiosity about the condition Vicky left the toilet in wouldn't relent. Exiting the restroom with intent to make his way back and have a peek, he was intercepted by Lance, agitated and instructing to follow him to assist the sound crew with audio equipment issues. The task took ten minutes before he could get away. Making his way back to the staff restrooms, he heard several female voices inside and gave up, accepting that too much time had passed regardless and the opportunity was gone. He walked away with regret, but still satisfied at the great fortune of being in the presence of his favorite porn star, having heard her pee with unrivaled power. Now standing in the rear of the crowded seminar room against the wall, Joe looked on as Vicky came out and opened with the perfect ice-breaker.

“So, who among you ladies thought you'd one day be getting business advice from a 44 year-old ex porn star with the word 'cum' in her name?!”

The audience laughed. Fearless and seeming to be a natural at public speaking, her confidence was magnetic through witty remarks and the life wisdom learned working in the adult film industry. She was not ashamed of her past, but proud of it and the financial freedom it afforded to launch her real estate business. In addition to enjoying the energetic lecture, Joe noticed her sipping a bottle of water throughout. The possibility of hearing her pee again after the seminar kept him on edge, as she would certainly need to. After an hour, she was finished and took questions from the audience for another fifteen minutes. Vicky then thanked everyone for coming and said goodbye. Joe was off to the staff restroom area once more, planning to again use the supply cabinet as cover.

His plan was complicated by Aaron, the other maintenance guy moving between the cabinet and women's staff restroom while servicing it. He continued into the men's room across the hall to wait for Aaron to leave, instead of turning back in defeat for a second time. Once inside, he figured it was a good moment to try again at fixing the unusable toilet he'd placed the 'Out of Order' sign on earlier that morning. As he began pushing the plunger into the bowl, he noticed the distant sound of high heels hurrying down the hall and stood silent with focused ears. The footsteps grew louder and the men's room door opened, with Vicky asking, “Anyone in here?” Joe knew she must've come over only to see the women's room being serviced and strolled across the hall in desperation. He remained silent, confident since the stall doors swung shut on their own and that she'd logically assume no one was inside due to his sign. Sure enough, she rushed in without worry.

Joe's heart surged at the disbelief of what was unfolding right next to him. He had enough mind to start his phone's sound recorder as Vicky latched the door and pulled her jeans down with urgency. She exclaimed in a sigh of painful exertion as a volatile cracking hiss ripped out, full pressure from the outset. The intense reverb of the sharp sound seemed to redefine women's capabilities as her stream powered on until stopping a few moments in. She moaned in the discomfort of another push, again producing the piercing noise of voiding at her urethral opening, this time accompanied by a distinct change from a heavy flooding sound inside the toilet to one of splattering. Joe soon noticed wetness spreading into his stall along the channels of the floor tiles. The proof of her stream behaving as she claimed brought a feeling of warm and gripping stimulation to his body. Her loud cascade flowed uninterrupted long enough for him to take six deep breaths without fear of being heard. She stopped again, moaning and taking a few breaths of her own before restarting the screaming gush at full pressure, still seeming to spray in uncontrolled fashion. The stream soon weakened and broke into a series of short bursting hisses. She exhaled in satisfaction and without wiping, pulled her jeans up and made a brisk exit, leaving her natural brew resting in the toilet. Joe listened to the steps of her heels fading down the hallway as the main door crept shut.

Stopping the recording, he stepped into Vicky's stall to her lingering fragrance and the thorough disaster she reigned down. It was beyond anything he imagined, for every inch of the toilet seat and much of the floor close by were covered in the grandest mess he'd witnessed. He then noticed a pattern of splashes on the partition wall above where her pee crept into his stall. Closer inspection revealed additional spray that arched upward along the wall more than a foot above the toilet and spread out wider than the width of it. After admiring the scene and slight golden hue of the toilet water with foam still settling, Joe took a few pictures and returned to help clean up with the rest of the staff. While doing so he saw Vicky exiting the guest room with her assistant following and knew it was his last chance to meet her. She stopped and smiled at attention upon hearing him call her name, as he approached asking for a handshake and picture. She shook his hand as he complimented the seminar and mentioned loving her films.

“Hi! That's so sweet, thank you, I love meeting fans! What's your name?”

“Joe!”

She extended an arm around him and smiled for the camera. He turned inward slightly while holding out his phone, feeling her large chest against his side. The contact with her tall curvy figure and energetic aura was intoxicating. With the picture taken, she said goodbye.

“Well, it was nice meeting you! Take care!”

Joe stood there and watched her walk out of the building, feeling like the universe handpicked him that day for good fortune. Back home later that evening, her fragrance was still on his shirt as he listened to the recording. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that an old video of Vicky VanCum peeing, without much to be seen or heard, was the start of such a miraculous journey.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wish there was no wiping or flushing.  Piss shouldnt be wasted or treated like something negative.