Piss mansion (Part 1)

[steve25805 126,023]

My name is Mark, and I really do have to tell you all about Camilla. I dated her a couple of times - few men ever get that chance - and we hit it off. We are both about 20 and attending Oxford university. She comes from a very wealthy background, her parents' home consisting of a plush mansion with acres of land all around and - apparently - an excessively large number of cleaners on the payroll, which was curious. Camilla herself was privately educated at top fee-paying schools and included minor royalty amongst her personal friends. Her father was a wealthy billionaire and major donor to the Conservative party, who had the ear of the Prime Minister and included a number of Tory MPs amongst his friends. Her mother was a world-renowned opera singer. Camilla also had an older brother who was making his way in the City, and whose girlfriend hailed from a wealthy family of bankers. Camilla and her family spoke with perfect Queen's English which sounded unbelievably posh.

I myself came from an affluent upper middle class family with a nice house in a nice area, and driving nice cars, but we were absolute paupers compared to Camilla and her clan. Furthermore - shock horror - most of my family were either liberal or champagne socialist Guardian readers, which Camilla seemed to find both amusing and endearing at the same time. I thought it prudent not to tell her about my wayward cousin who'd thought it a great idea to join the Socialist Workers' Party, lol.

Anyway, after term I was invited to spend a weekend with her at her family home where I first met her parents - George and Maria - as well as her bother, David, and his girlfriend Sarah. Being invited back to the family home was a rare treat, I was told - few people ever were because the family's private lives were kept private. Indeed, I was the first boyfriend Camilla had ever taken home, precisely because of my liberal non-judgementalism as well as my proven honourable character, for which I am proud to say I was known amongst my peers.

Anyway, we entered a fabulously furnished home full of numerous and spacious rooms, with Camilla leading me into a large kind of lounge area. There sat her parents, brother, and his girlfriend in various plush armchairs and sofas, sipping fine wine or champagne. They all greeted me warmly, and very soon we were all chatting away most amicably. Even when our political differences came into the conversation, we discussed them in a most friendly way before moving on to other topics. We were actually in the midst of some ordinary chat about healthy versus unhealthy lifestyles or something like that, when Camilla's mother - Maria - got up from her armchair and strode matter-of-factly over twards the corner of the room. I vaguely wondered where she was going as we all carried on talking.

But my eyes almost popped out of my head in sudden astonishment when she suddenly lifted her dress whilst lowering hersef into a squat, and pulling her panties down around her knees in almost one fluid and well-practiced movement that only took about three or four seconds. Everyone else just carried on talking as per normal, as indeed did Maria herself even as, seconds later, she started pissing right there on the carpet like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I couldn't believe my eyes! And no one else even reacted, wholly unsurprised by such a development. Clearly they viewed this as normal behaviour. The hissing sound was quite audible, as was the sound of pee splashing down, but no one remarked on it. For a few moments I couldn't wrench my gaze away from the sight of Maria's golden pee splashing down, nor from the quickly saturated and rapidly spreading puddle on that plush white carpet.

Camilla's laughing voice finally drew my gaze away. "Oh Mark, you are adorable. Haven't you ever seen a woman pee before?"

"Not on their own living room carpet, I haven't, no" I said, with a mixture of utter bemusement and stunned surprise combined with incredulous amusement which seemed to make everyone laugh.

"Mark darling, why else do you think daddy spends so much money on cleaners?"

George himself then spoke up, "Well we are fortunate in the sense of money being almost no object at all. So I am happy to pay large sums to employ a number of cleaners full time just to go around cleaning up after us when we are not around. And if I have to get the occasional carpet or anything else replaced every now and again, so be it. We just love the convenience of not having to go to the toilet all the time because in this place, even though we have several, the nearest one can be several rooms away which is a bit of a hassle. It's so much more convenient just to go wherever you are and pay others to clean it up for you. And so much more liberating too." He then looked at the still peeing Maria, "Don't you agree, darling?"

"Yes, it is. It's great to have the freedom to just pee anywhere and not have to think twice about it. We all take it for granted here. And the cleaners are all also professional carpet cleaners with all the best and most expensive carpet cleaning machines - they are very well paid too, with watertight contracts regarding discretion."

The puddle on the carpet beneath her in the corner was now huge as her golden torrent finally began to diminish. "So if you need to pee, Mark, just do it anywhere. Like my darling husband says, it really is quite liberating to be so free."

"And quite good fun too!" giggled Sarah.

Camilla explained, "David and I grew up thinking it quite normal to just pee anywhere. We've never really given it a second thought. We did come to understand of course that it isn't normal for most other people who can't afford the clean up and replacement bills, but here at home - well - if you gotta pee, just do it wherever is most convenient. It's a very relaxing way of life."

Maria had just pulled up her panties again and stood, allowing her dress to drop back into place as she walked away from the huge puddle in the corner.

I must have still looked pretty dumbfounded, because Camilla laughed, saying, "Poor Mark still looks pretty overwhelmed with everything. Perhaps we should leave you all for a bit and spend some time in the privacy of my room. Would you mind?"

"Not at all", responded Maria. "By all means. But do come and join us again later if you can. We have some guests later who'd be delighted to meet your first serious boyfriend, Camilla. "

"Sure, mum."

With that, Camilla led me from the room, eventually up some stairs and into what was her bedroom. I was flabbergasted. "I can't believe I've just seen that! Do you guys do that all the time? I mean just pee anywhere you feel like? Even in front of everyone else?"

"Haha, being bashful about it all isn't really our style. Anyway, the cleaners do very well out of it, so why the fuck not? And it IS a lot easier."

She then smiled her sexy smile at me. "Besides, I've gotta pee pretty badly myself right now." She took off her panties and began to lift her skirt. "And I sure hope you enjoy watching me pee a lot more than you did my fucking mother, haha." She was now squatting above the blue bedroom carpet beside her bed. Within moments, a loud hissing filled the room as her hot yellow piss started splashing down upon the carpet. And I must admit that - recovering from my initial shock at such activities - I found the sight of her peeing right there incredibly sexy.

And she noticed, because as her pee cascaded down, creating another huge puddle on another carpet, she commented, "Glad to see you enjoying this more than the sight of my mother doing it, haha."

Well after this, we just got to chatting in general. I was interested in the cleaners and asked about them. It seems that part of their job description includes being as unobtrusive as possible, so they are not seen often nor for long. They live in a few rooms on one side of the mansion set aside for them. They are two guys and a girl, all in their 40s. Camilla told me that on rare occasions one or other of these cleaners had been walked in on whilst themselves peeing on the floor somewhere.

"What, even the woman?" I asked.

"Yeah, I myself once walked in on her when she was pissing all over the kitchen floor! I just said "hi" and let her get on with it. They know it's normal in this house anyway, and they're the ones paid to clean it up. So who cares?"

Well, as we chatted, I was aware of a growing need to pee but trying not to acknowledge it. I guess I was trying to put it off for as long as possible, not generally being one for pissing on other people's carpets. But I knew I couldn't put if off forever, and eventually as I began to get uncomfortable, I said that I needed to pee.

Camilla laughed, "Well you don't have to ask my permission or anything. Just pee anywhere. "

"What anywhere?"

She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation. "What a sheltered life you've had, haha. Yeah, just pee anywhere. No one minds. "

"Where do you lot usually do it?"

She rolled her eyes again. ""We lot" - as you so graciously put it - usually just pee wherever happens to be most convenient at the time. That's usually on the floor somewhere, though the guys will sometimes piss against the nearest wall instead. But there have been times - usually when guests have visited and alcohol has been flowing - when things can and do get a bit more wild. One time, these two women were holding their husband's dicks for them as they peed all over the dining room table. Everyone thought that was hilarious. Another time, a lady guest - who happens to be a well known Tory MP, I kid you not - for a dare got up onto the bed in one of the spare bedrooms and peed all over it. Everyone thought that was funny too. "

"Well, I'm not going to pee on your bed", I laughed.

She chuckled. "Glad to hear it."

I started to get my dick out because I was going to have to pee somewhere pretty soon.

Camilla pointed to the middle of the room, "Just go there. Can't you tell I don't mind?" She grinned.

Moments later, there I was in the middle of my girlfriend's bedroom, dick in hand, and pissing right there all over the carpet right in front of her. And it was turning me on to an extent that surprised me. I hadn't realised that peeing could be so much fun. In spite of my best attempts to avoid doing so, I gradually began to grow harder, at which Camilla smirked. By the time I'd finished - creating another massive puddle on the carpet, this time right in the middle of her bedroom - my dick was already more than semi-hard.

She chuckled, " You naughty boy! I can see you enjoyed doing that all over my carpet! The hard on does give it away somewhat, haha. Well, I'll have to do something about that. We can't go down to join the rest of the family with you in that state. The bulge in your trousers would be blatantly obvious, haha."

And with that she took my penis in hand and began to move her hand back and forwards, quickly making me fully erect with her masturbatory skills. She began to stroke me faster, eager to bring me to ecstacy so that we could go downstairs to mix with her family and the guests due to arrive imminently. She whispered in my ear as her hand worked - to hurry me to a climax, she later admitted - "Pity I've already peed. Imagine me pissing right now all over that hard dick." And with that I shot my load, my cum spattering onto the carpet.

"Pretty horny myself, actually," she said soon afterwards. "But you can sort that out for me later. Right now it's time we went down to socialise."

And with that, we left the room and headed downstairs, where the fun was soon really going to start....

[Alfresco 11,631]

That was a great story Steve. Certainly looking forward to hearing how it develops.

[daemoniak 614]

Oh nice steve, a new avenue for our little niche fetish. I somewhat doubt even an watertight contract could prevent leaks about such a behaviour in the press, especially with guests involved, but I do like to imagine it might.

[steve25805 126,023]

Oh nice steve, a new avenue for our little niche fetish. I somewhat doubt even an watertight contract could prevent leaks about such a behaviour in the press, especially with guests involved, but I do like to imagine it might.

You'd be surprised what a combination of power, wealth, and establishment influence can keep under wraps in Britain. For example, it is only just coming to light - decades later - that in the 70s and 80s, serving MPs, one of them female, and government ministers, along with wealthy businessmen and celebrities, not to mention top judges and policemen, were involved in the organised sexual abuse of young boys from children's homes, exploiting their untouchable and powerful status to get away with it. Anyone who complained was ignored. Any investigations started were quickly reined in again and abandoned. Any evidence gathered simply disappeared. This is emerging as fact!

So if the rich and powerful are capable of keeping a fully fledged paedophile ring amongst their own under wraps, a little bit of peeing fun - infinitely more harmless - should be relatively easy.

[nopjans 1,178]

Very nice work, Steve. I've been writing a tale that might cover slightly similar ground... I need to get off my duff and finish at least the first chapter or you're going to cover it all!

[steve25805 126,023]

Hopefully - can't promise anything for an absolute certainty - I might be able to come up with part 2 tomorrow. Am somewhat sleep deficient today and chilling out but have another day off tomorrow and will hopefully have fully recharged batteries and a full day spare.

[wetwulf 3,324]

I need more! That was really hot. Tell you what, I'll write another story if you continue this one. Any requests?

[steve25805 126,023]

I need more! That was really hot. Tell you what, I'll write another story if you continue this one. Any requests?

Requests, you ask? Well I love the idea of highly respectable women actually getting off by peeing in outrageously naughty places.

The other week, I and others were chatting in Shoutbox to Sophie who has a highly respectable job as a teacher, and yet she has a thing about peeing in naughty places, and said she'd happily pee on someone's carpet if they were happy to let her do it. She was also persuaded ultimately to pee all over her own clothes in the dirty laundry basket that very evening. The thought of a respectable teacher actually doing such things kind of floats my boat big time.

So how about writing a tale about a respectable teacher with high morals who secretly gets off on pissing in some very naughty places?

In the meantime, I am about to make a start on part 2 of the above story. Not fully sure where it will go yet, or how easily it will flow, and thus have no idea how long it will take. Sometimes they can take hours, especially if I get interrupted. But hopefully part 2 will be appearing later today.