Popular Post RainyDay 217 Posted December 10, 2022 Popular Post Share Posted December 10, 2022 This chapter features a lot of naughty female peeing. Naturally, Liv invited me to join her for her shower. We were both on such a high from what had just happened that we couldn't stop making out. She was absolutely delicious. I couldn't stop running my hands up her body as the water poured over us. Once we had dried up and gotten dressed, we curled up on the couch downstairs. "So..." I began. "Do you really just... piss all over your house?" She grinned shyly, but there wasn't even a trace of a blush. "Sort of. I've just started. I was inspired on the day that I moved in because I was going through this box of cleaning supplies that my mom put together for me. I pulled out this bottle of stain remover, and I remembered that my mom kept it around the house specifically to clean up accidents from the dog and cats. She always went on and on about how she could never get by without it." "I'm assuming," I said slowly, "that it works on human urine as well?" "That was precisely the experiment that I had to conduct," she said. "I was just way too curious. So... one day, no one was around... I squatted in the corner of my room and peed just a tiny bit, then sprayed it with the stuff after. I came back ten minutes later, and it was gone. No smell, no stain. So then later, I tried it in the spare bedroom but peed a little bit more. Same thing: it left no trace. Finally, I got really brave and decided to just completely let go in the living room behind the couch. I blotted it a bit with a towel just to make sure that it wouldn't stay damp, then sprayed it, and... lo and behold, you couldn't even tell. The stuff is magic, honestly." "That's..." You'd think that by now, she would have run out of ways to make me speechless, but... "It's fun," she cut in. "Way too much fun. But peeing in the toilet is totally ruined for me. I never want to do it anymore." I laughed. "I get it. You've seen the other side." "Yup," she said, gesturing around her, "and I have my own damned house! No one can tell me not to!" "Damn straight!" I said, offering her a high-five. "You can do it, too," she said nonchalantly. "You can pee wherever you want." I shivered. "...really?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Seriously. The cleanup is so easy. No-brainer." "But, like..." I inhaled deeply. "Okay, so where are all the places that you've peed?" She waggled her eyebrows. "I'd rather show, not tell," she said coyly. "Plus, you should discover your own spots." "Okay, but..." I hesitated. "I need to know what's like... off limits..." "Nothing's off-limits," she said, "except for I guess things like electronics or artwork or anything that will actually get destroyed if it gets wet. But floors, walls, furniture... it's all fair game. As long as you're okay with me watching you from time to time." I looked back at her. "I get to watch too, right?" "Obviously," she said, standing up from the couch. "Hang on, I'll be right back." She disappeared but returned a few moments later, comically attempting to juggle two bottles of water, a bottle of white wine, and two glasses. "What do you say we have a little fun today?" she said sweetly, carefully placing everything on the coffee table. My heart fluttered at the thought. "You want to get drunk?" "No," she said, unscrewing the cap on the bottle. "Just a glass or two to loosen up. Other than that, just water. The fuller your bladder, the more fun you will have. Time to hydrate!" I still wasn't entirely convinced that this wasn't a dream, but I made no attempt to argue with Liv. I accepted the glass of wine she handed me, smiling as she snuggled up to me on the couch. I turned Netflix back on. We spent a solid hour and a half watching episodes of Friends that we've already seen a thousand times, alternately sipping on our wine and water. "My bottle's empty," Olivia said, standing up. "I'll go get more. Finish yours too... oooh..." She squeezed her legs together, bending at the waist. I raised an eyebrow. "Already?" I asked. "It's just starting," she said, straightening back up. "But I want to hold for a long time. I want to be desperate." That idea just about sent me over the edge. Within a few hours, Olivia would be squirming, whining, absolutely bursting and begging for release... where would she go? What would be her lucky target of the day? She returned with four (four?!) bottles of water. I must have look somewhat alarmed because she quickly said, "I'm not trying to kill you. Just want to make sure we have plenty!" She unscrewed the cap on hers. "I like to sip steadily, naturally. Bladder fills up slowly but surely. Feels so good." I followed suit. "How badly do you have to go?" She shifted a little in her spot. "I definitely have to go," she said. "It's the kind of thing where if I were on a road trip, I would be asking the driver to pull over at the next gas station. But I'm not at the point where I would need to pee on the side of the road. Does that make sense?" "Yes," I said, sympathizing completely. "Makes perfect sense." "What about you?" she asked, slowly slipping her hand under my shirt and resting it on my abdomen. "How are you doing?" I squirmed beneath her touch. "I have to go," I admitted, "but I really want to hold it more." She smiled. "Good girl," she whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "Next episode, please!" Another two episodes in, and I could barely sit still. I had my hand firmly pressed against my crotch and had undone the button at the top of my jeans. Olivia wasn't faring much better: she was sitting on the edge of her seat, her knees bouncing up and down incessantly. "How are you feeling?" I asked. "Like I'm ready to soak this couch," she said. "I can still hold it, but man... I just want to go peeeeee..." "Where are you going to go?" I asked. "Wherever you tell me," she said, crossing her legs tightly and hunching over. My mouth went dry. "What?" She straightened back up and jammed her hands between her thighs. "Part of your initiation," she said, smiling weakly. "I want to put on a show for you. I will pee literally wherever you tell me." I sat up straight, wincing at the pressure that it put on my bladder. "Are you serious?" She turned to look at me, the desperation obvious on her face. "I want to pee for you," she insisted. "Wherever you want." I leaned in and kissed her slowly, teasingly. "First," I said, pulling away just slightly between kisses. "I want you to tell me how badly you have to go. I want you to beg for it." "Please, Katie," she whispered. "I have to go pee. I have to go pee so bad. I'm about to have an accident. But I can't go without your permission. I can only go where you tell me to go. Please, let me go. I'll go wherever you want. I want to be good for you. Please, oh god... oh... ohhhh it's going to happen!" She stood up, frantically squeezing her legs together and clawing at the zipper of her tight jeans. "Katie, please let me pee. Please, please tell me where I can go pee." "Stand facing me," I said, pointing to a spot on the carpet. "Right there. Take your pants off." She hustled over to my chosen spot, wrestling with her zipper and hastily slipping her jeans down her thighs. She kicked them to the side and hunched over on the spot, crossing her legs. "Oooooh!" "You can pee on the carpet," I said, feeling suddenly bold, "right there, but you will stop when I tell you to. Do you understand me?" She nodded frantically. "Okay," I said. "Start peeing." Wasting no time, she spread her legs shoulder-width apart, bent slightly at the knees, and immediately began pissing all over the carpet. "Oh... ohhhh..." she moaned, closing her eyes as her pee splashed onto the pale carpeting below. I watched the puddle grow beneath her, relishing the hissing and splattering sounds that filled the air. After about ten seconds, I halted her. "Stop," I said without warning. Her eyes snapped open. She grimaced slightly as she attempted to cut off the stream, but she succeeded. She immediately began scissoring her legs on the spot, her weight shifting from foot to foot. "Unnhhhh!" she whined. "I still have to go so bad! That barely helped." "Did it feel good?" I asked innocently. "So good," she said breathlessly. "So good, Katie. I need to go more. Please let me keep peeing." "Not there," I said, pointing to the armchair on the other side of the room. "On the chair." She shimmied over to the armchair. Rather than sitting in it facing me, she straddled it facing the opposite way, her legs hanging over the arms. My god, she wasn't kidding about wanting to put on a show for me. "Go pee," I instructed. She let out a whine of pleasure as the pee started flowing beneath her. I couldn't stop staring at her bum and the way that the pee pooled beneath her before slowly soaking into the cushion. Amazing. "Ahhhhh," she sighed, throwing her head back. "You're such a good girl," I heard myself say. "So naughty for me." "Feels soooo good..." she moaned, shifting from side to side in an effort to soak as much of the cushion as possible. "Stop," I ordered. She obeyed, stopping the stream. She bounced up and down, giving me an incredible view of her jiggling ass. "Oooooh!" she cried. "Please, I need to go so much more!" "On the curtain," I said. She hurriedly dismounted from the chair and rushed over to the giant picture window, where the mint-green fabric curtains reached almost to the ground I assumed that she would stand facing the window and attempt to spray the curtains, but no... she had another idea. Facing me, she backed up so that her but was against the curtains, then reached down between her legs and lifted up the fabric, pulling it up all the way to her crotch and holding it in place. It was almost as though she was fashioning herself a makeshift diaper. She closed her eyes, sighing with relief as the cloth quickly began to darken. Her creativity amazed me sometimes. "So warm," she murmured, pulling it taut against her and smiling at the sensation. Unlike a diaper, this fabric was not designed to hold back any liquid, so it wasn't long before the pee was running down her legs, pooling at her feet. "Stop," I said. She obliged, this time looking much more at ease. She released the soaking-wet curtain, allowing it to fall. She bit her lip, wiggling her hips. "I'm almost done," she said, "but I still have to go." "Come here," I said, patting the couch cushion beside me. She hustled over and took a seat on the couch. "Turn and face me," I said, "then lean back." She did as she was told, picking her feet up off of the floor and turning her body towards me, reclining against the cushions. "Spread your legs," I said. She spread her feet apart, giving me an outstanding view of that beautiful little pussy that I had come to enjoy. "Let it all go," I instructed. She threw her head back and relaxed completely. I watched, transfixed, as her stream arched up like a fountain, splashing down onto the couch cushion right in front of me. The splattering sound was no match for the sound of her heavy breathing filling the air. I could tell that she was turned on and that she loved being watched; she kept glancing up to make sure that I was still looking. (As if I would have been able to turn away!) I watched as her little fountain slowly began to wither away to a slow trickle and eventually stop. I was just about to ask if she was done, but before I could, she let out a sigh as she allowed herself one final release, her pee slowly dribbling between her pussy lips. The look of pleasure on her face was deliciously hot. Her head lolled to the side as she opened her eyes gain, flashing me a smile. "How was that?" "Incredible," I said, shaking my head. "So hot, Liv. You have no idea." She pulled herself up to a sitting position and admired her handiwork. "This cushion is drenched," she giggled. "So is my underwear," I muttered, shifting in my seat. Her eyes widened. "You didn't make it?" "No," I winced, squeezing my thighs together. "I'm still holding on. Barely." Now that I no longer had a delightful performance to distract me, I was acutely aware of how badly I had to go. "Oh," she said with a smile. "You're wet for other reasons." She crawled over the soaking wet cushion and snuggled up beside me, then slowly ran her fingers along my waistband. "May I?" I trembled. "Yes," I whispered. She slowly slipped her hand beneath my jeans, initially keeping it above my panties. "Oh my god," she breathed. "You're so wet." I nodded wordlessly. She ventured beneath my panties and slipped her finger between my labia. "Amazing," she whispered. "Are you that turned on right now?" "Yes," I panted, squirming beneath her touch. "You're so hot, Liv. Such a naughty girl." She kissed my cheek, moving her finger in slow circles around my clit. "Do you want to be a naughty girl?" I gasped, my back arching. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to pee all over your hand," I moaned. She whispered hotly against my ear: "Go." I almost wanted to protest, tell her that I could keep holding on for her, but I had no chance: I immediately started peeing forcefully into my jeans. "Ohhh god," I moaned. "That's it," Olivia purred. "Your turn, baby. Let it all go." She continued gently massaging me as I peed, sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body as the warmth pooled around me. "Feels s-so good..." I stammered. She carefully removed her hand from my pants. "Keep peeing, baby," she said, getting up off of the couch. "Don't stop." I was about to ask where she was going, but she didn't go anywhere; she got down on her knees in front of the couch, hooked her fingers around my waistband at my hips, and carefully slid my jeans down. She watched with delight as my peeing pussy slowly came into view. "Look at you go," she smiled, pulling my jeans down to my ankles. I couldn't stop staring at my stream as it soaked right into the cushion below me. I had never felt so naughty in my life, but it was such a turn-on! I wondered if she would be content with me carrying out the rest of my naughty pee on her couch, but that question was answered momentarily. She grabbed the throw pillow that was underneath my arm and put it on the floor in front of the couch. "On your knees," she instructed. "Right here." She held my arm and guided me down to the floor, ensuring that I had one knee on either side of the pillow and that I was immediately peeing all over it. "Ahhhhhh..." I couldn't help but sigh as the pee continued to flow. I watched the brown fabric grow progressively darker. "Does that feel good?" she asked. "Sooooo goooood..." I moaned, letting my eyes close and relishing the sensation. "I bet you want to be even more naughty," she said. "Yes," I breathed. "For you." She slid my jeans off completely and tossed them to the side so that I was completely naked from the waist down and free to move around. I had yet to stop peeing. "Come on," she said, taking hold of both of my hands and pulling me up. "Stand up." I obliged, finding it hard to steady myself with the pee still flowing. My whole body was just so relaxed! To my surprise, she guided me just a few feet ahead so that I was standing in front of the long, rectangular coffee table. "Straddle it," she said, "and sit down." Spreading my legs apart (and watching my stream hit the carpet as I did so), I waddled ahead with my feet on either side of the coffee table, then lowered myself down. Olivia watched with glee as my pee pooled on top of the wooden surface. "Don't stop," she said. "Keep peeing for me." It was only a few seconds before the flood reached the edges of the table and began cascading down, splashing onto the surrounding carpet. "Ohhhhh..." I moaned. "Look at you pissing all over my living room," Olivia said. "You held it so good for me, and now you're being such a bad girl." "I had to go so bad," I whimpered, allowing myself to fully relax. "Let it all go for me," she said sultrily. I peed for at least another ten seconds before my bladder finally ran empty. "All done?" she asked. "I think so," I said with a sigh, carefully peeling myself up off of the alarmingly wet table and standing up. Olivia's smile could have outshined a thousand suns. She wrapped one arm around me and pulled me in for a kiss, then slipped one hand between my legs. I knew she would do that, which is why I made sure to leave her a little surprise: as soon as she started kissing me, I relaxed one more time, allowing my final stream to pour all over her hand. She whimpered against my lips. "I couldn't help it," I whispered. "You made me go." She dragged me back over to the couch and gently pushed back on my hips, encouraging me to sit down. "We made a mess," I said, looking around the room and surveying the damage. "We sure did," Olivia said with a smile, kneeling down in front of me." "Shouldn't... shouldn't we take care of it?" I asked nervously. She spread my knees apart. "Eventually," she said, looking up at me with that famous cheeky grin. "But for right now, I think there's something far more pressing to take care of." 3 12 Quote Link to post
Lulu A. 125 Posted December 11, 2022 Share Posted December 11, 2022 omg this one absolutely undid me, please keep writing!!!!! 1 Quote Link to post
wetwulf 3,183 Posted December 12, 2022 Share Posted December 12, 2022 I love this series so much @RainyDay and I hope you continue to write more chapters. 1 Quote Link to post
Takashi96 846 Posted December 12, 2022 Share Posted December 12, 2022 On 12/10/2022 at 8:35 PM, Lulu A. said: omg this one absolutely undid me, please keep writing!!!!! Undid you? What a perfect description! It undid me as well. 1 1 Quote Link to post
Lutab 1,011 Posted December 13, 2022 Share Posted December 13, 2022 So hot! Great addition!! 1 Quote Link to post
Knockonthedoor 153 Posted December 13, 2022 Share Posted December 13, 2022 Love this story! Hope to see more! 1 Quote Link to post
Phyche 354 Posted December 30, 2022 Share Posted December 30, 2022 Love this story @RainyDay, really hopeful for a sixth chapter 1 Quote Link to post
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