Sophie's carpet christening.

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@Sophie, a fictional story featuring you doing what you do best. In my imagination anyway, lol.

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My name is Sophie and I am a teacher in a comprehensive school. I am also a moderator on a pee fetish forum. You see, I am into naughty peeing. The former mod Steve has written accounts of some of my visits to his flat whenever I have been in his vicinity. Like the time I peed on his living room carpet and on his kitchen floor. Mind you, I have been known to pee on my own kitchen floor, filmed by my hubby. I guess I like doing things like that, especially if it is not me who has to clean it up.

Well I hadn't visited Steve since covid so it has been a while since I have enjoyed a naughty pee at his place. But hubby and I decided we needed a holiday down in the southwest. I particularly liked the southwest. It is where Steve lives and he is always open to me peeing in unorthodox locations at his place. And my husband is cool with it because he knows nothing sexual beyond me peeing someplace is ever going to happen. He enjoys hearing about it afterwards, and I have been known to have Steve film it on my phone for hubby's later viewing pleasure. I tend to visit with a full bladder and leave with an empty one, without ever having used the toilet.

Well of course I told Steve I would be down and he was well up for a visit as I knew he would be. He'd just bought a new living room carpet which he said needed christening. Of course I knew what he meant: he wanted me to pee on it.

Problem was, I had issues about that. The last time I'd peed on his living room carpet, he told me he was going to replace it anyway, so it didn't matter. Now he wanted to watch me pee on a brand new carpet which I doubted I could do. I have rather deep moral qualms about ruining the property of others. But Steve assured me that I would have his full approval, so I would not be doing anything I wasn't allowed to do. Still wasn't sure about it. Fact is I would no doubt enjoy doing it, but was worried about the potential damage, however unconcerned about that Steve seemed to me. And yet the naughtiness of it was an erotic thought to me. Anyway, I told Steve I would think about it but wasn't sure I could pee on someone's brand new carpet, even if they wanted me to.

Anyway, the day of my visit to Steve came and I showed up as usual with a full bladder, ready to pee. I was thinking in terms of maybe peeing on his bathroom floor or something but his plush living room carpet did look rather inviting. And Steve jokingly said it was waiting to be christened, and reassured me that he wanted me to do it. I hesitated, thinking about it. It would probably be the naughtiest thing I had ever done if I did it. But the carpet was new and every moral fibre within me told me it was wrong to damage something so new. And yet the thought of doing it was rather thrilling. I was wrestling with my conscience but Steve so clearly didn't mind.

And so without committing to anything I kicked off my shoes, then pulled off my socks. Then I unfastened my jeans and began to lower them, eventually stepping out of them. Then I let my thong drop to the living room floor. I was naked from the waist down now which made the moment very erotically charged. The bulge in Steve's trousers told me that he thought so too.

Of course at no stage had I committed to peeing there just because I had disrobed there. But I needed to go real bad and - surprising myself - I dropped down into a squat right there in Steve's living room. Even whilst hovering in position I had second thoughts and told him I couldn't just pee right there on his new carpet. He simply reiterated that he didn't mind. And the fact is that in spite of my moral qualms, as I squatted there a part of me found the thought of actually doing it rather a turn on.

And Steve was well up for it. I had his full permission and active encouragement. And so, almost to my own surprise, a brief spurt sprayed down, sending a huge frisson of pleasure through me. Was I actually going to do it? Another longer spurt. And then I just let go, my golden hissy pee splashing forcefully onto Steve's new carpet. Oh my god this was so very naughty but such a turn on. I could barely believe what I was doing. Peeing right there on Steve's brand new carpet.

Once I started I didn't want to stop, the pee puddle growing saturated beneath me, spreading wider. A mini lake began to form, my pee cascading down faster than the carpet could absorb it, slowly soaking in.

Part way through I could have stopped to minimise the damage. But the honest truth was that I was enjoying it too much to stop now. I carried on peeing there until I was done, finally standing up and stepping away from what was a massive puddle on the carpet. 

I can't believe I did something so bad but which was such a turn on. 

My visit to Steve was a fairly brief one because my hubby was waiting outside in the car. So I got dressed and left shortly.

But that was the day I actually did end up christening Steve's brand new carpet, as he would put it. Possibly one of the naughtiest things I had ever done. I can barely believe I did it. I actually peed on someone's expensive new carpet on purpose..

I guess Steve is going to have to hire a carpet cleaner now. But he did say it was ok and that he wanted me to do it.