Wet Carpet magazine

**steve25805** · October 5, 2016

Dear Wet Carpet

I've got to tell you about this one. My name is Kayleigh, and I have only just turned 18, and have just started attending university. A local girl - Lisa - still living at home with her divorced mother has also started attending the same uni, sitting on the same psychology course as myself. She too is only 18 and an attractive blonde. I have jet black hair. We both have great figures, even if I do say so myself. Takes me a lot of effort to stay in such good shape. But it does help gain the interest of guys - and girls too, because I am at least bi-curious. Not sure if I am full on bisexual yet but some girls do seem to float my boat in a sexual way.

Anyway, here I am babbling on like the teenage girl I am, lol. So let's just get to the good bit. I can barely believe it.

The other night I was invited back to Lisa's house for the first time. We had a shedload of homework to do, and thought it would be cool to hang out together in her bedroom doing it together. We both had the same work after all, and could help each other out. Upon first entering I thought I detected a faint pissy smell but dismissed it. Probably one of the pets. And I soon ceased to be aware of it.

Everything was going on normally, both of us drinking cokes from her fridge. That was until she said that she had to pee. Nothing at all unusual, I thought, as she got up, presumably to head into her bathroom. But instead she just strode over towards the corner of her room as if it were the most natural thing in the world, turned to face me, unzipped her jeans right there, and began to lower them and her panties as she dropped down into a squat. My eyes must have been popping out of my head as I looked on in astonishment, too surprised to formulate words.

Then she actually started pissing right there on her own bedroom carpet! And she sure needed it too, cos she was hissing loudly, and I could hear as well as see her golden piss forcefully pattering down onto the carpet, forming an ever-growing puddle. I laughingly blurted out my astonishment, tinged with incredulity and amusement. "Fucking hell, Lisa. You're pissing on the fucking carpet! I can't believe you're doing that."

Incredibly, still pissing away, she managed to look mildly surprised at MY astonishment, raising her eyebrow as if MY response was the unusual thing happening here. "Oh I do this all the time. It's just easier and more convenient."

Well that explained the slight pissy smell I'd noticed when I first walked in, I realised. I noticed too that the splashing sound was becoming less muffled, and louder, as the carpet grew saturated. She really was doing a massive piss there.

I questioned how her mum would react if she ever caught her, but was stunned at the response......

"Oh she's not bothered at all. She does it herself in her own bedroom. She always has for as long as I can remember. Even when dad was around."

"Wow really?"

"Yeah, when I was younger I saw her doing it loads of times."

"Wait a minute! You SAW her doing it?"

Lisa laughed at my incredulity at that point and confirmed it. Then she added this bombshell....

"She's walked in on me pissing here before and never said a word about it. She's ok with it."

"No way! Your mum's ok with you pissing on the carpet?"

"Yeah, haha, why wouldn't she be? It's MY bedroom carpet!"

She was now just finishing her piss, leaving a massive puddle on the floor. I gazed at it, barely able to comprehend what I'd just seen, as she stood up and began pulling up her jeans and panties.

Stepping away from the large puddle, she commented that I surely needed a pee by now after all the coke I'd drank, and yeah, I realised that I could really do with a piss. She told me that there was no point in me going out to the bathroom to do it, and that I might as well pee on her floor too.

And the idea excited me on so many levels. I had never done anything so naughty before but was now surprised by how much the idea was turning me on. And I found myself agreeing to do it. But Lisa said something like, "Best not do it in the same spot, though. When I pee on the carpet I like to give it time to dry before I pee in that spot again. I worry about it going mouldy otherwise." She pointed at the floor beside the bed, "Just do it there!"

"Are you serious? Right next to your fucking bed!!?"

"Why the fuck not? I do it myself sometimes when I have to pee in the middle of the night. It's way more convenient."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

And so - unbelievably - I found myself lowering my own jeans and panties as I popped a squat right there beside her bed. And began pissing all over her carpet. The hissing sound of my relief, and the sight and sound of it pattering down onto the fabric was fucking awesome. Never knew how much fun being so naughty could be. The feel of myself pissing, the sight of my golden torrent spaying the carpet, the ever growing puddle - all this was actually seriously turning me on sexually. Never knew how much fun it could be. My eyes have definitely been opened. This was by far the most enjoyable piss I had ever experienced.

By the time I'd finished, I'd created another massive puddle. I gazed at it, fascinated by the sight of my own hot piss slowly soaking into the fabric. And barely able to comprehend the fact that I'd just pissed on this girl's carpet right in front of her, and gotten a kick out of it.

Afterwards, we laughed about it for a short while, Lisa amused by my incredulity, myself by her brazen nonchalance and audacity and plain and simple acceptance of this as normal. Then we got back to our homework, as if nothing unusual had happened at all. I must admit I struggled much more with it than she did, cos my mind kept being distracted by the memory of us both pissing on the carpet like it was normal.

I have to admit that when I got back to my digs, I had to rub one out as an urgent priority, surprised at how much all this had turned me on.

Kayleigh

**steve25805** · October 5, 2016

Dear Wet Carpet

I read with interest that awesomely sexy letter from Abigail about that party which turned into some kind of debauched piss fest. Would love to have been there. But it does remind me somewhat of a certain event that took place during a girls' night in at my place when I was a lot younger.

First let me introduce myself. My name is Theresa and I am a respectable 34 year old housewife and mother these days, but back then I was only in my early 20s and single. At the time money was tight and I could only afford a cheap flat. It had it's own kitchen and a small shower unit just off it, but no toilet. Instead, the tenants of all four flats in the building were expected to use the communal toilet up a flight of stairs from ground level where I lived. Like I said, it was cheap. I hardly ever used the toilet when I only needed to pee, because it was just so much less hassle to squat and pee in the shower cubicle.

On the night of the girl's night in, my flat was packed with about 10 of us. And as was my custom there, I gave everyone carte blanche to pee in the shower cublcle to save going up to the loo. We were all drinking a lot of alcohol, so a lot of peeing was going on. But whilst most had no problem with squatting in the shower cubicle - everyone pees in the shower anyway, right? - there were two girls sitting upon my sofa who refused to do it, saying they thought it rather gross and disgusting when pressed. They insisted upon leaving the flat and going upstairs to the toilet to pee. Well, that was their choice.

But as the evening wore on, and some of the girls started drunkenly giving unnecessary details about their shower pees and generally laughing about it - even saying it was fun in a naughty kind of way - the two girls on the sofa started getting ever more vocal in their disapproval, commenting to each other in some disgust how dirty we all were. And to be honest it was starting to piss me and a few others off. I mean what's the big deal with pissing in the shower?

Anyway after a few drinks, when one of my friends said she had to pee and I knew I did to, I had this really naughty idea about how to really piss them off. And cos we were pretty drunk by then she agreed. Just like at Abigail's party we were all dressed in just bikinis cos it was a hot summer's evening. Anyway my friend and I stood facing the glass coffee table in front of the sofa where these two complainers were sitting, parted our legs, pulled our bikini bottoms aside, and started pissing right there all over the glass table in front of those girls before they even had time to react.

Our piss splashed loudly down on the glass table amidst much laughter from everyone who knew what a pain in the ass these two girls were being. "What do you think about that, then!" I laughingly said to them as we stood there pissing.

For several seconds, as laughter echoed around them and our piss splashed down, they were too shocked to react. Then they got up, called us a couple of dirty bitches as we all laughed, and stormed out. It was funny as fuck.

But now that they were gone and we tried to stop pissing, we just couldn't. Our bladders were just too full.

"I can't stop", laughed my friend.

"Me neither!" I chuckled.

This just seemed even funnier to everyone.

I soon gave up trying to stop as our piss began trickling off the edges of the table in several places onto the carpet, both of us still pissing away.

"We might as well just carry on til we've finished now", I laughed.

And so we did, pissing there until we were done, which was actually kind of fun. I got a buzz out of it.

When we finished and stepped away, there was much drunken laughter as we all surveyed the scene - glass table surface almost entirely covered in piss, our pee flowing off the sides in several places to splash loudly onto the carpet, several growing puddles of pee already on the carpet. In our drunkenness it all kind of looked hilarious but also kind of sexy too.

We had to mop our piss up off the table after that, and in the morning I had to do something about the piss stains on the carpet. Was fun though.

That's probably one little anecdote from my past that I shall never be sharing with the kids, though, lol

Theresa

**hentaixt** · October 9, 2016

Hello We Carpet!

I've a story for you all here. My real name is Margo Astra. That's 100% accurate too, I'm not hiding from anything. In fact if you ever meet me, tell you read my letter!!

So, I am an amateur model. I get work here and there and quite often get hired as a "Booth Babe." (For those that don't know, I am a pretty girl payed to draw people towards exhibits at trade shows and conventions.) I hope that sets up how you might bump into me sometime. I have been to Comic Conventions and Car Shows mostly, keep that in mind, and I usually get listed in the program for the companies I represent (part of my contract).

Anyway, on to my story.

End of last month I got contracted for a show, but it was not a company I was familiar with directly, Pink Papers Online. I had initially thought this was another car show and assumed that they were doing Pinks (title papers for vehicles) online, reporting personal transactions to various entities that track auto sales. For places like that, I am usually in a skin tight race suit and a bikini top, I am allowed to configure them however is most comfortable. I showed up at booth on Friday to pick up my outfit and I got a big surprise... well more like a very small surprise. I had my dates mixed up, the car show was actually the first weekend of the next month. I had been hired to work a booth for online games. I was handed my costume, which was a micro top and the bottom with a cross between a loincloth and a bandana. (Tiny detour here... pun partially intended... I am not unaccustomed to being on display in skimpy things. Being a model, I have done several nude shoots and as a booth babe, eye candy attracts clients. This was not a huge deal, another pun... sorry. I will give you an idea of my appearance as well: Late 20's, 5'8", wavy red head and yes the carpet matches so it is natural, pale skin but with less freckles than most gingers. My measures are 36E, 28, 34 which makes me pretty curvy in the right ways.) The micro top was just that, the cups were about the size of quarters. I have fairly small areola, but they're still closer to a silver dollar coin. This meant they were still peeking around the edge even when adjusted perfectly and of course I wasn't a statue all day, thankfully my nipples kept things in place well enough. As I said, the bottom was like a loincloth bandana. It tied around my waist and then slipped through my legs and was supposed to just tuck. I was able to get the corner tied by twisting it, which I was happy to accomplish, even though it was now mostly a thong. I had gotten all this on in the bathroom and returned to the booth to find out what I was supposed to do, hand out stuff, talk to guests, take pictures, all pretty standard, and I was fine with the clothes since we were not in the general area. Our booth was in a separate Adults Only area that required ID to access.

Right, sorry I'm rambling about random details. The doors opened a little past noon, they are never on time no matter what type of show, always at least five minutes late. Friday was uneventful but busy and the room closed early at 5:00PM. Saturday is when it'll start getting interesting. The show opened at 10:00AM, chatted with lots of people, some great conversations with guests and booth owners. We talked about their products and horrors from other Cons (Apparently the studio name comes from a hidden Easter Egg in each game where one of the girls pulls out a pack of pink tissues or Pink Papers). I found out that some of the products they offered involved water-sports, some were UN-lockable, others were part of the game plot, and two games it was the central theme. Both of them involved playing as a female character in a fully rendered environment. The object of the first game was to complete various task with a constantly full bladder (you had a curse or some spell on you), so you had to make deliveries all over the map and manage both arriving on time and not wetting yourself, either of those meant you had to start the mission again. I played a bit of the demo and it was actually challenging and fun. The second game was not quite the same, it was a sequel to the first and instead of finding bathrooms, it was your task to be more and more risque by peeing in crowded places without being reported or arrested. You could actually be spotted and run away, which made for intense action. Around 1:00 they did a food run and paid for my meal. they let me eat in private and then go back to looking pretty and I was allowed to have a bottle of water with me.

Now we get to the reason I'm writing you. Of course after eating all the water caught up with me right around 3:15 and I needed a pee break. I talked to Kyle and asked if I could sneak off real quick and he replied with a flat "No." I was bit shocked, but then he continued. He said I could up to double my pay if I was willing to do a performance, particularly relieving myself in a large bowl at the booth! Kyle told me they had planned around this but only if I was on board, otherwise we would forget all about it and I could head off to pee where-ever I chose (Yes, that was a cute in-joke and made me chuckle at the time). The idea was to sell the view, I would basically keep whatever was made up to the amount I was making for the show, anything over that was profit and would go back to them. If you haven't guessed by now, then SPOILER ALERT: they made a killing. I can't disclose how much I was paid... but I can say they raked in $1000+ by the end. Well since you know what this is all about, let me tell you how it actually went.

Kyle posted the sign up about my act and we immediately got interest, they charged $7 and took money for around a half hour until 3:45. By this time I am past full, but thankfully I was allowed to fidget and look desperate and didn't have to talk much. Then they actually got an announcement of the loud speaker for it (nothing specific just, "Those who paid for the event, please return to booth 783 at 4:00."), which made me really embarrassed, I turned SO RED but everybody thought it was cute and that made it worse and made me need to go even more. The area was packed, everyone was gathered around in a big circle and they actually asked the taller people to stand in the back so everyone could see. I was still extremely embarrassed and nervous at this point, it was more than I had ever done with an audience and I was astounded at the number of women present. Kyle asked for quiet in the crowd and I reached back to untie my bandana, there were murmurs when my trimmed red bush came into view as a squatted in front of the bowl. Now as I mentioned I was bursting at this point, there two unique things to note here: 1) Squatting for me rearranges a few things down there; 2)The more I have to pee, the harder I release. Thankfully my need was more than my shy pride and I opened up the gates with no problem, my first shot though sailed over the bowl by two feet and nearly hit someone's shoes. I moved the bowl out and I took a step back and on the second try I could aim properly and only got a little more on the floor carpet. I got a lot of, "Oooos and Ahhhs," the splashing in the bowl and the sound of it filling was loud enough to be heard over the background conversation in a very large room, although some of that may have been from the audience acting as a sound block. I really don't hiss much like most girls and when capacity is spent I get a single line from impact to source and that is it, not too many drips or anything like that. I finished with a light sigh, stood up and fixed the bandana in the back again and took a bow. The crowd roared and cheered, I was so proud of myself!!! Several of the spectators actually started tossing more money out into the bowl, which I found odd but whatever. They didn't allow any photos until the end and I stood posing with the bowl still full of warm pee and bills. I had two people approach and ask the same thing, an offer to me of a $100 each, if I would remove my top so the group could get a few pictures with me and the bowl topless. I said sure, collected the money and posed for 30 seconds (I had Kyle time it). Needless to say, I performed a few more times that weekend, but the first was the most impressive. I did it twice more on Saturday and five times on Sunday. I was even able to do a standing one which generated a TON of interested (it was my idea, so they made sure to advertise what I would doing was new).

I had a bunch of fun doing that show and the car show next weekend left me a bit bored. Kyle gave my copies of both the games, which I have played through several times now (There are some pretty cool secret achievements to get, in the first game each level actually had a hidden "safe spot" where you could pee that was not a bathroom. It's what actually created the interest for the sequel and that one has some crazy "Dare" missions like, "Pee Another's Pants." Where you have to get on the train and manage to golden shower someone without getting your own clothes wet. I must say you really need to look for these games). I hope you all enjoyed my experience and I look forward meeting some of you in the future!

**holyknight3** · October 9, 2016

This is off topic, I know, but now you have me wondering if those games actually exist? Great story as always regardless.

**hentaixt** · October 9, 2016

Nope, sadly complete fiction... They would pretty fun though. I have seen some that were almost similar, but not quite. There is a group of games done in RPG Maker that has you trying to spy on girl while they pee... But it is not in English and really rather dull.

I'd love to make the games, but I know nothing about design or programming.

**steve25805** · October 9, 2016

Wow. Great "letter" Hentaixt.

I sure do like your originality. I'd never have thought of something like that. Nice one.

**steve25805** · October 9, 2016

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Tori, and I'm in my late 20s. I have to say, I was delighted to see the letter from Margo Astra herself. I have long been an admirer of hers, and was one of the women she mentioned that were also present watching her pee. You see, I never ever thought I'd get to see her doing something like that. I have an interest in so called "naughty peeing" myself. I've even peed on my own living room carpet on a handful of occasions when at my very naughtiest and kinkiest. But actually getting to see Margo Astra pissing in that bowl - especially when just a little splashed onto the carpet - was fucking awesome.

I'd love to have Margo Astra doing that in a private show just for me in my living room - squatting there and pissing just for me. And no need to bother with a bowl. Just piss on the carpet!

Sadly, that's just a fantasy. But I was inspired to get a bowl and place it on my living room floor. Imagining Margo Astra doing this, I started pissing in it, but my aim was kind of deliberately off. My piss was overshooting and landing on the carpet in front of the bowl. I made no attempt to adjust my aim, but just carried on gleefully peeing on the carpet, all the while imagining Margo Astra doing this. Only towards the end did my spray slacken enough to start landing in the bowl. By then most of my piss was already soaking into the carpet, lol.

If you read this, Margo, thanks for the inspiration. Wish it had been you here doing that, lol.

Tori.

**hentaixt** · October 13, 2016

(Not 1 to usually go on with a 2nd post, but I'd something that worked...)

Hey Tori! Glad to hear you were in the crowd(hope it wasn't your shoes I almost hit), which brings me to another point... you're a fan!? I was unaware that I was that well known.

As for your request for a private show, I'm not sure yet (What does the pay look like?? Joking!). I really thought that was a one time deal. The modeling is still a side-job/hobby right now, enough to make some "Mad Money" as my Mom calls it. I think I'll Google myself later and see what I find... wouldn't be surprised if a few photos from the Con made it up there. It was really fun feeling that free in public, more liberating than just the skimpy outfit. I'll post again after I test the waters a bit (Pun very much intended).

**steve25805** · November 1, 2016

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Janelle and I am married - for the second time - to a great guy who is a senior hospital manager. I myself am a 38 year old nurse and - yes you guessed it - we met at work. He helped me a lot when my first marriage fell apart and one thing led to another. My first husband was a womanising idiot whom I married when too young to know any better. When I found out about his affair with one of my supposed friends it led inexorably to a messy divorce. I will come back to that.

Well in recent weeks, to add a little spice to our sex lives, my current husband and I began reading erotic stories online. We found a great site called Literotica and decided to read some of the fetish stories to see what inspired us. We encountered one that featured two girls peeing all over the kitchen floor and the bedroom carpet, which was funny because although we knew what golden showers and watersports are, we never realised that anyone might get a kick out of just peeing on the carpet on purpose. And yet, amusing though it was, we both had to admit that we'd discovered something that really was quite erotic to us. The idea of people doing this "interested" us more than we'd ever have imagined. I think the sheer naughtiness and "wrongness" of grown women peeing on the carpet on purpose just for fun, the very breaking of taboos against doing that, is what made it so interesting because it was so naughty.

We began exploring a little more, feeling quite naughtily kinky, when we stumbled across the online version of this magazine. And reading it was real fun. We both got a real laugh out of reading all the letters - never knew just how brazenly naughty some girls are out there, lol - but they seriously turned us on too. Of course, neither of us had peed anywhere inappropriate ourselves - it had never really occurred to us before - though we'd begun joking about it recently and even peeing in sinks and showers for fun.

Well, I say neither of us had done it before, but I had, once. Though it was done for revenge rather than pleasure, and wasn't even my idea. My current husband suggested that I write in to tell you about it, which is how we have ended up in our bedroom, sipping champagne as I tap away on my keyboard.

Like I said, my first husband betrayed me with a friend leading to a messy divorce. I felt betrayed, pissed off, and angry. I was in my early 30s at the time and one day I was venting over a few drinks with a couple of friends at lunchtime on a mutual day off. By this stage I had stormed out of our home and threw my keys back at him, albeit not without first having taken the precaution of getting some spares cut. The older of my two friends - she was 40 at the time, and a supposedly "respectable" hotel manager, lol - came up with the most outrageously naughty idea. And since at that time of day my soon to be ex-husband was at work, I still had a key he didn't know about, and we'd all had a few drinks, we all laughingly ended up doing it.

You can probably guess where this is going, and yes it involves us all pissing in his house - and not in the toilet. So after letting ourselves in, we all piled upstairs into his bedroom and pulled his double bed aside. Then we all lowered our jeans or hoisted our skirts and squatted down right there over his bedroom carpet where the bed had been. And we let loose, giggling, as with some very audible hissing we all started to pee on the carpet. The muffled sound of it splashing down grew louder as the carpet quickly grew saturated. And we all peed for ages creating an enormous puddle which covered much of the area that the bed had hidden, a hot lake of piss slowly soaking into the fabric.

We got up, pulled our knickers back up and laughed at the mess, then pulled the bed back over to hide it. The idea is that he wouldn't notice it was there, nor what we had done. But that gradually his bedroom would start smelling ever more pungently of pee. The revenge of that felt most satisfying. And even whilst peeing I had felt a frisson of pleasure. This was just so naughty. I kind of tended to think that it was the secret revenge that was so pleasing, but with hindsight now I know that the buzz I got was at least partly sexual. I simply did not acknowledge that to myself at the time.

Well, my current husband has just read that and admitted to feeling horny. And we have both had a few glasses of champagne and need to pee. My husband has actually suggested that we just do it right there on our bedroom carpet, and worry about it tomorrow. Well, I feel like being a real dirty bitch, thinking about some of the letters in your magazine. And the very thought of just peeing there on our carpet for the sheer fun of it is just so fucking naughty. So yeah I've agreed. We are actually going to do it right now. Will tell you all about it in a minute or two, lol........

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......Well, I seriously can't believe we've just did that. What a fucking rush! We both decided to take all our clothes off before hubby stood facing towards the middle of the room, moving his dick around as he peed all over the carpet. It was such a turn on to see, and I noticed he was semi-erect by the time he was done. Then I approached my side of our bed and crouched down there, peeing a golden torrent right there onto the carpet, creating another massive puddle. It is still there right now, slowly soaking into the carpet.

Seems we have discovered an exciting new kink that seriously floats our boat, which people into it seem to call "naughty peeing"

If I need to pee during the night, I won't bother going to the toilet. I'll just pee right here on the carpet again, lol.

Right, feeling horny as fuck now and am going to have to finish this letter to have what I know will be great sex with my husband.

Hope you like this letter.

Janelle

**steve25805** · November 14, 2016

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Sharon and I am a 29 year old brunette living in a council flat on the outskirts of Manchester. I have a part time job but money is tight. Life is a financial struggle to me. My best friend Debbie - she uses the "professional" name Chantal now - went to school with me and grew up on the same estate. She is the same age as me - 29 - and a very attractive blonde. She was always popular with the guys, something she now very much uses to her advantage. A few years back we often went out on the town, where I gained a reputation for being a bit of a skanky cow after a few beers, doing stupid stuff like peeing on the floor in the ladies' in front of friends just for a laugh, or pissing in beer glasses and leaving it on the table before leaving. Debbie and I used to piss all over the place outdoors when drunk, not really caring who saw us. And indoors we'd often laughingly piss in the bath or the sink instead of using the toilet. One time when we were totally hammered I suggested that we just pee right there behind my living room sofa, on the carpet. And we did! It just seemed really funny at the time but I suppose I did get a naughty kick out of it. As other contributors to this magazine have pointed out, it is kind of fun to just be a dirty cow and piss anywhere.

Well Debbie - now known as Chantal - has gone up in the world since those days. Realising that guys found her sexy as fuck, and desperate for a more affluent lifestyle but averse to being tied down by marriage, she started selling her sexual services in a local massage parlour, pretty much really a brothel. And she was making decent money. She soon progressed up from that, though, ultimately becoming a high class call girl, earning very lucrative sums servicing rich clients. But she still kept in touch, telling me little snippets about some of her regulars - without actually giving away identities - and the stuff they were into. Most seemed to want companionship with great sex thrown in, but there were the occasional fetish activities, whose details often amused or intrigued me. Chantal told me about the bondage and the handcuffs, the uniforms and the role play, the spankings and the domination and submission. A fair few wealthy and powerful men seem to get off on being demeaned and treated like crap by a woman, including being pissed on. Because yes, Chantal does like to piss on such guys. Then of course are the bona fide watersports fans. Chantal has delighted in telling me about those. Am certain she gets a buzz out of it. Guys who want her to piss on them, or who want to piss on her, or just watch her piss someplace.

So yeah, Chantal lets guys pee on her for a price. Mind you, I let this guy piss on me once after we'd been out drinking. I peed on him too. In his face actually, lol. Which was fun. Chantal knows all about that. But I digress.

Anyway, recently Chantal was approached by this hugely wealthy French businessman in his 40s who was willing to pay her a very large sum of money to let him and his girlfriend - a young PA in her mid-20s from Surrey - spend a few hours at her place just pissing anywhere for fun. Apparently it was a fantasy of his girlfriend that he'd promised to make happen. And Chantal was encouraged to join in. Problem is, Chantal has plenty of cash - enough for no amount of money to induce her into letting people piss all over her expensive carpets and furniture. Which is where I came in. After discussing the notion with the French guy, Chantal approached me with an offer of £15,000 if I let the guy and his girlfriend - and Chantal - piss all over the place in my flat.

Initially I was shocked at such a suggestion, offended almost, but £15k is a lot of money to me and the pound signs flashed up in my eyes. And besides, it's only piss and Chantal knows I can be a skanky bitch after a few beers. I decided I'd just have a few beers on the day and join in, lol. So anyway I agreed.

So at the appointed day and time Chantal showed up at my flat with this guy and his PA/Secretary. He looked fit for his age, and she was a petite black-haired girl with blue eyes who was very attractive. Anyway, I'd already been drinking beers, and they brought caseloads of fine champagne and we all got in the party mood, stripping down to our underwear, and ultimately ending up naked.

And the pissing fun started when Chantal stood naked in the middle of my living room with her legs parted and started pissing, spraying her golden torrent onto the carpet with an audible hissing sound and loud splashing. The guy then stood facing my coffee table with his dick in hand, pissing all over it, his pee soon flowing off the sides onto the carpet.

The PA then strode into my bedroom, followed by the rest of us, where she got up onto the bed and adopted a kind of semi-squatting position with her hands on her knees. And then started pissing an enormously powerful and long golden torrent all over my bed, soaking the sheets and mattress. Fucking dirty bitch, lol. Deliberately pissing all over my bed right in front of me with a grin on her face! Still, I'd been paid a lot of money so I suppose she wanted her money's worth.

After that, I led them all into my kitchen where I stood with legs apart in the middle of the room, pissing all over the floor tiles. I'd practically flooded the place by the time I was done.

And the session lasted for several hours with all of us drinking more champagne and frequently pissing.

At one point the guy and his secretary stood facing my living room wall together, both pissing against it. I peed all over my sofa - getting right into the mood of the moment as I became a real dirty girl whilst drinking, as so often before. Never had I been quite so disgustingly naughty as this before, though. But 15k is quite an incentive, lol. I also squatted and peed upon my kitchen table.

Chantal stood pissing in my wardrobe on one occasion, spraying my clothes with her piss. She also urinated on the bathroom floor, ignoring the toilet that was right there. Nice touch, I thought.

The secretary peed on my kitchen counter, and at one point was holding the French guy's dick as he peed in my fridge, with a grinning Chantal holding the door open, lol. Dirty bastards, haha.

My bed got peed on again by all of us, as did both my living room and bedroom carpets.

It really was five or six hours of reckless abandon, all of us pissing just about anywhere we felt like.

Clean up next day was horrendous. I needed to buy a carpet cleaner and buy a new mattress, as well as a new three piece sweet. But hey, that still left me with most of my 15k. So I aint complaining. Anytime they feel they want to fork out another 15k, we could do it all again, lol.

Sharon

**holyknight3** · November 30, 2016

Thought I would try my hand here. I think this one should fit the theme.

First time submiting anything, and I'm kinda excited. My name is Stacy. I'm 23 years old, 5'11", 141 lbs, slim figure, brown hair. I've been described as cute, but not exceptionaly so. I've been a long time reader, and while I do have some stories that might be worth sharing, what happened while I was visiting home for Thanksgiving this past week is probably the best one. Trips home are usualy pretty boring, and absent of anything worth publishing in this magazine, filled with the usual boring details. It was on Thanksgiving day that my Mom sent me to the local big box store to get more butter for the feast that evening. I was happy to get out of the house for a little bit, but was a little nervous about going to this particular store. Before I'd left my small hometown last year, I used to work as a cashier there. My employment there ended on a bit of a sour note, which is one of the reasons I chose to leave town and start over fresh elsewhere.
Last Thanksgiving, my grandma's health was starting to decline, and everyone was worried that it was going to be her last, which it turned out to be. I, like all retail drones, was scheduled to work Thanksgiving Day and Black Friday, the two busiest days of the year. I didn't have to come in till 5, so I could of made that work, except that the family all wanted to get together at the family farm with grandma over two hours away. So I did the responsible thing, and put in a time off request and prayed. I get called into my manager's office about halfway through my shift, and I explain to him the situation. He asks me what it is worth to me to have those two days off, and I said that I would do anything for those days off. That should have tipped me off there, but I thought he would want me to work my normal days off instead. He asks me if I would suck his cock for those days off, and this caught me a little off guard but I dropped to my knees just to see how far he was going to take this. I told him, "I did say anything." This brought a gleam to his eye, and I could see the wheels in his head turning. "You really would, wouldn't you?" he asked. I just looked up at him with my best dicksucking eyes I could muster and nodded my head. I think that bit of encourgment was what pushed him to ask the next part, "I want to piss in your mouth." One of my past boyfriends had gotten me into watersports, and I personaly found drinking piss to be generaly easier than swallowing cum, though I didn't mind doing either. I wasn't about to tell that to him that though. I gave him a brief smile and took of my shirt and unhooked my bra, exposing my B cup tits to him.
I then looked up and opened my mouth, daring him to follow through. He had the presence of mind to reach over and lock the door before he pulled his dick out. It took him a little bit to get started, and when he did, his stream was a bit weak. He managed to get most of it in my mouth, though some dribbled down my chin onto my breasts. I squeezed them together, and he sprayed them with his hot piss. I won't lie, I like to have my tits pissed on, and there was something hot at the time about doing something forbiden with my boss. Once his stream petered out, I licked some of the piss off my tits, and went to town on his cock.
I don't consider myself to be one of the super hot chicks that everyone always drools over, so I felt I needed to make up for that somehow. I took the time to learn how to please your partner. I don't think that I am nessecarily the greatest cocksucker in the world, I think some gay guy probably has me beat there, but for every guy I've ever sucked off, they all were willing to nominate me for the title. He was hard in an instant as I sucked the last bits of pee out of his cock, and I think pissing in a girls mouth, or maybe even in mine had been a bit of a fantasy for him, and he blew his load hard without too much effort on my end. I of course swallowed it all down as fast as he gave it to me, and sucked him off just a little bit more to make sure I got it all. He zipped up, and I put my bra and shirt back on, and asked if I could get the time off. He told me it would have to be unpaid, and if I was cool with that he was, I told him that was fine, and finished the rest of my shift.
I should of checked the schedule again to make sure he had written it down, because I took the days off, and then when I got back, I got a disciplinary action for not calling into work for two days. I told the head boss that I had the time scheduled off from that manager, but when they asked him, he played dumb, saying he had no idea what I was talking about. I was super angry that he had thrown me under the bus like that, when it wouldn't of cost him anything to tell the truth. I started looking for different means of employment and alternate revenue streams after that, which was good, because they laid me off with the seasonal hires that year, and gave some new bitch my old position. I was done with that place anyways, and retail was destroying my soul.
Fast forward back to this Thanksgiving, I had moved on with my life. I'm not saying everything was sunshine and roses, but I was definitely happier than I had been working retail. I was afraid that the moment I walked into those doors I would be bombarded by crowds, and I would see all my old coworkers, and they would ask me a bunch of questions I wasn't sure I was comfortable answering right now. Unfortunatly, this was the only store in town that was open on Thanksgiving day, so I put on my metephorical big girl panties, a real hat and pair of sunglasses, left my car and headed inside.
To emptieness. Or mostly emptiness. There where maybe 5 people inside the store, one person I didn't recognize running the self check out lane, and one guarding some egg toy and handing out wristbands. Only a handful of customers, almost all of whom were waiting on that toy to go on sale. I decided to keep my hat and glasses on and wander around the store. More nobody. An idea took form in my head. I knew that my former boss had been promoted to store manager shortly after I was laid off. This being the biggest day of the year for the store, and the most important day of his carrer, and I wanted to ruin it. Not burn down the store ruin it, nothing that drastic. More "This punch tastes a bit like someone peed in it, but I can't be sure so I'm not going to say anything so no one thinks I'm crazy." Ah, senior prom, good times, and a story for another day. Anyways, I've gotten off on peeing in places I shouldn't for at least 10 years, and before that I just found peeing places other than the toliet to just be fun. I've always had a bit of a wild streak, but small town life had tempered that a bit with greater risk of embarrasment if caught. It was if now was my chance to get back at all of those things, and so I took that chance with both hands.
I was wearing a skirt with leggins, because it was a bit cold, but not super freezing. As with most days since I turned 13 and discovered my clit, I wasn't wearing any panties. I debated taking the leggins off completly in a camera blindspot, but I was afraid that might draw some attention to me from the loss prevention person at the front of the store if I had a pair of leggins in my purse. Instead I just opted to rip the crotch open, and if they got a little wet, no big, I was going to be home soon after this anyways.
I hadn't planned on pissing at the store, so I hadn't filled up my bladder for the trip. Not being terribly desperate did have the advantage of giving me better control, so I figured I could try and hit three different targets. The first one was the display of women's panties, the second the gaint stuffed bears and lastly would be the video game consoles. Not so much because of the value of any of the items, but because they were placed in camera blindspots, and my chances of getting away scot free were better. That and I liked to pee on panties, not so much while wearing them, but peeing on them like on the floor or in a drawer. I had peed in a few underwear drawers at a house party or two I had been to, and when I threw a party, I had peed in my own drawer of cermonial panties just to throw people off the scent.
The lengiere section is ususaly one of the most visable in this particular store, but since they had displays moved around to make a sort of makeshift maze to direct the checkout lines through, it was practicly hidden. I got to my first target, lifted up my skirt, and peed all over the panty table. Most girls wouldn't be able to hit a table that high, but I'm really tall, so it wasn't that big of a stretch for me. I have been peeing standing up since I was about 3 on the farm, so I've had years of practice. I didn't want to soak any of them, just get them damp, so I cut my stream short well before I was finished. My bladder ached in protest, and I was now amazingly horny, so I gave my clit a few flicks before moving on.
My next target was the 4 foot tall bears. I kinda want one and I honestly thought they were cute, but that made me want to piss on them even more. I love doing horribly inapproraite things with childrens toys, I'm fucked up, I know. Had they not been bound in plastic, I would of probably rubbed one of their faces into my pussy right there, but I didn't want it to be imediatly noticable that they had been disturbed. I ended up pulling the plastic down a bit in the middle, peeing on the middle bear in the stack, and putting the plastic back in place. I was confident no one would notice anytime soon, and it would probably dry by the time they were ready for sale, but oh well.
My last target was the game consoles. They had some pretty good sales on both PS4 and Xbox One, and my bladder was getting close to empty, and wasn't sure I would be able to get both displays. I gave it a bit of thought, and remembered an old boy friend who would blow me off to go play on his 360 with his friends, so I decided that I would take vengance on him by proxy with the Xbox display. I raised my skirt, and peed full blast all over the Xbox display. The glossy cardboard deflected most of the piss, and it pooled on the floor around the display. I didn't expect to do much damage to the consoles themselves, but seeing that the cardboard boxes they came in looked slightly water damaged, it might make people think twice about buying one. My bladder was spent, and since I was already in the dairy section, I grabbed the butter, went through self checkout, and left without comment. I was so turned on at that point I wanted to get myself off in the parking lot, but my fear over rode that notion, and I drove to a nearby park that was also completly empty, and finger fucked myself in the car to an earth shattering orgasm. That was the first time I peed in a store, but I don't think it is going to be my last.

Stacy

**new2this** · December 1, 2016

8 hours ago, holyknight3 said:

Thought I would try my hand here. I think this one should fit the theme.

First time submiting anything, and I'm kinda excited. My name is Stacy. I'm 23 years old, 5'11", 141 lbs, slim figure, brown hair. I've been described as cute, but not exceptionaly so. I've been a long time reader, and while I do have some stories that might be worth sharing, what happened while I was visiting home for Thanksgiving this past week is probably the best one. Trips home are usualy pretty boring, and absent of anything worth publishing in this magazine, filled with the usual boring details. It was on Thanksgiving day that my Mom sent me to the local big box store to get more butter for the feast that evening. I was happy to get out of the house for a little bit, but was a little nervous about going to this particular store. Before I'd left my small hometown last year, I used to work as a cashier there. My employment there ended on a bit of a sour note, which is one of the reasons I chose to leave town and start over fresh elsewhere.
Last Thanksgiving, my grandma's health was starting to decline, and everyone was worried that it was going to be her last, which it turned out to be. I, like all retail drones, was scheduled to work Thanksgiving Day and Black Friday, the two busiest days of the year. I didn't have to come in till 5, so I could of made that work, except that the family all wanted to get together at the family farm with grandma over two hours away. So I did the responsible thing, and put in a time off request and prayed. I get called into my manager's office about halfway through my shift, and I explain to him the situation. He asks me what it is worth to me to have those two days off, and I said that I would do anything for those days off. That should have tipped me off there, but I thought he would want me to work my normal days off instead. He asks me if I would suck his cock for those days off, and this caught me a little off guard but I dropped to my knees just to see how far he was going to take this. I told him, "I did say anything." This brought a gleam to his eye, and I could see the wheels in his head turning. "You really would, wouldn't you?" he asked. I just looked up at him with my best dicksucking eyes I could muster and nodded my head. I think that bit of encourgment was what pushed him to ask the next part, "I want to piss in your mouth." One of my past boyfriends had gotten me into watersports, and I personaly found drinking piss to be generaly easier than swallowing cum, though I didn't mind doing either. I wasn't about to tell that to him that though. I gave him a brief smile and took of my shirt and unhooked my bra, exposing my B cup tits to him.
I then looked up and opened my mouth, daring him to follow through. He had the presence of mind to reach over and lock the door before he pulled his dick out. It took him a little bit to get started, and when he did, his stream was a bit weak. He managed to get most of it in my mouth, though some dribbled down my chin onto my breasts. I squeezed them together, and he sprayed them with his hot piss. I won't lie, I like to have my tits pissed on, and there was something hot at the time about doing something forbiden with my boss. Once his stream petered out, I licked some of the piss off my tits, and went to town on his cock.
I don't consider myself to be one of the super hot chicks that everyone always drools over, so I felt I needed to make up for that somehow. I took the time to learn how to please your partner. I don't think that I am nessecarily the greatest cocksucker in the world, I think some gay guy probably has me beat there, but for every guy I've ever sucked off, they all were willing to nominate me for the title. He was hard in an instant as I sucked the last bits of pee out of his cock, and I think pissing in a girls mouth, or maybe even in mine had been a bit of a fantasy for him, and he blew his load hard without too much effort on my end. I of course swallowed it all down as fast as he gave it to me, and sucked him off just a little bit more to make sure I got it all. He zipped up, and I put my bra and shirt back on, and asked if I could get the time off. He told me it would have to be unpaid, and if I was cool with that he was, I told him that was fine, and finished the rest of my shift.
I should of checked the schedule again to make sure he had written it down, because I took the days off, and then when I got back, I got a disciplinary action for not calling into work for two days. I told the head boss that I had the time scheduled off from that manager, but when they asked him, he played dumb, saying he had no idea what I was talking about. I was super angry that he had thrown me under the bus like that, when it wouldn't of cost him anything to tell the truth. I started looking for different means of employment and alternate revenue streams after that, which was good, because they laid me off with the seasonal hires that year, and gave some new bitch my old position. I was done with that place anyways, and retail was destroying my soul.
Fast forward back to this Thanksgiving, I had moved on with my life. I'm not saying everything was sunshine and roses, but I was definitely happier than I had been working retail. I was afraid that the moment I walked into those doors I would be bombarded by crowds, and I would see all my old coworkers, and they would ask me a bunch of questions I wasn't sure I was comfortable answering right now. Unfortunatly, this was the only store in town that was open on Thanksgiving day, so I put on my metephorical big girl panties, a real hat and pair of sunglasses, left my car and headed inside.
To emptieness. Or mostly emptiness. There where maybe 5 people inside the store, one person I didn't recognize running the self check out lane, and one guarding some egg toy and handing out wristbands. Only a handful of customers, almost all of whom were waiting on that toy to go on sale. I decided to keep my hat and glasses on and wander around the store. More nobody. An idea took form in my head. I knew that my former boss had been promoted to store manager shortly after I was laid off. This being the biggest day of the year for the store, and the most important day of his carrer, and I wanted to ruin it. Not burn down the store ruin it, nothing that drastic. More "This punch tastes a bit like someone peed in it, but I can't be sure so I'm not going to say anything so no one thinks I'm crazy." Ah, senior prom, good times, and a story for another day. Anyways, I've gotten off on peeing in places I shouldn't for at least 10 years, and before that I just found peeing places other than the toliet to just be fun. I've always had a bit of a wild streak, but small town life had tempered that a bit with greater risk of embarrasment if caught. It was if now was my chance to get back at all of those things, and so I took that chance with both hands.
I was wearing a skirt with leggins, because it was a bit cold, but not super freezing. As with most days since I turned 13 and discovered my clit, I wasn't wearing any panties. I debated taking the leggins off completly in a camera blindspot, but I was afraid that might draw some attention to me from the loss prevention person at the front of the store if I had a pair of leggins in my purse. Instead I just opted to rip the crotch open, and if they got a little wet, no big, I was going to be home soon after this anyways.
I hadn't planned on pissing at the store, so I hadn't filled up my bladder for the trip. Not being terribly desperate did have the advantage of giving me better control, so I figured I could try and hit three different targets. The first one was the display of women's panties, the second the gaint stuffed bears and lastly would be the video game consoles. Not so much because of the value of any of the items, but because they were placed in camera blindspots, and my chances of getting away scot free were better. That and I liked to pee on panties, not so much while wearing them, but peeing on them like on the floor or in a drawer. I had peed in a few underwear drawers at a house party or two I had been to, and when I threw a party, I had peed in my own drawer of cermonial panties just to throw people off the scent.
The lengiere section is ususaly one of the most visable in this particular store, but since they had displays moved around to make a sort of makeshift maze to direct the checkout lines through, it was practicly hidden. I got to my first target, lifted up my skirt, and peed all over the panty table. Most girls wouldn't be able to hit a table that high, but I'm really tall, so it wasn't that big of a stretch for me. I have been peeing standing up since I was about 3 on the farm, so I've had years of practice. I didn't want to soak any of them, just get them damp, so I cut my stream short well before I was finished. My bladder ached in protest, and I was now amazingly horny, so I gave my clit a few flicks before moving on.
My next target was the 4 foot tall bears. I kinda want one and I honestly thought they were cute, but that made me want to piss on them even more. I love doing horribly inapproraite things with childrens toys, I'm fucked up, I know. Had they not been bound in plastic, I would of probably rubbed one of their faces into my pussy right there, but I didn't want it to be imediatly noticable that they had been disturbed. I ended up pulling the plastic down a bit in the middle, peeing on the middle bear in the stack, and putting the plastic back in place. I was confident no one would notice anytime soon, and it would probably dry by the time they were ready for sale, but oh well.
My last target was the game consoles. They had some pretty good sales on both PS4 and Xbox One, and my bladder was getting close to empty, and wasn't sure I would be able to get both displays. I gave it a bit of thought, and remembered an old boy friend who would blow me off to go play on his 360 with his friends, so I decided that I would take vengance on him by proxy with the Xbox display. I raised my skirt, and peed full blast all over the Xbox display. The glossy cardboard deflected most of the piss, and it pooled on the floor around the display. I didn't expect to do much damage to the consoles themselves, but seeing that the cardboard boxes they came in looked slightly water damaged, it might make people think twice about buying one. My bladder was spent, and since I was already in the dairy section, I grabbed the butter, went through self checkout, and left without comment. I was so turned on at that point I wanted to get myself off in the parking lot, but my fear over rode that notion, and I drove to a nearby park that was also completly empty, and finger fucked myself in the car to an earth shattering orgasm. That was the first time I peed in a store, but I don't think it is going to be my last.

Stacy

That was great dude! Write some more!

**hentaixt** · December 4, 2016

Hey all, I have a quick experience to tell about.

It was so amazing I had to find someone to tell that might actually believe me! After some searching for "indoor peeing," I found enough links here to trust this was the place.

A bit of background. I work as a courier in a large city, I get hired to get things places faster than the mail or other official routes. I seem to deliver a lot of overdue notices and they have given me the nickname "Bill." As a courier I'm used to taking the back-roads and alleys, the less frequent and almost always faster way. In my time I have seen plenty of people doing ALL KINDS of things... when they don't think they will be seen or caught. The remarkable part of my story is this wasn't in one of those places.

Not going to bore you with all the delivery details (also I can't because of confidentiality clauses...), but I will say this was early morning around 9:15. I had just gotten to the location and had to have the document in hand by 9:30, so I'm already short on time. In the lobby they recognize me and breeze me through, I had called ahead and they knew I was coming, but the elevator was out and my delivery was on the 9th floor. Dashing into the stairwell I roll my eyes as I look up and start jogging the stairs 2 at a time when I can... Until I hit floor 7.

There as I come up to the landing a see a lady in a business suit squatting in the corner and another 1 right next to her. Now I assumed they just dropped something and were collecting it off the floor, but was I ever wrong. As soon as my eyes were level with the landing I was did a double take. Both women had bare asses and there was no mistaking they were both taking a very needed piss into the corner. Of course this caused me to slow down a bit and stare, but even in the few seconds I saw I was able to remember everything, girl right was wearing a skirt with pantyhose and white knickers and girl left had on trousers pulled down to her knees. Neither of them were talking and I think they were purposefully trying to ignore me passing by, which I was attempting the same courtesy. So I put feet on that landing and turn to next set of steps and there is ANOTHER women peeing. Once again facing the corner, and in a skirt, but in a high squat, and I could see her privates almost completely, which would have been fine if she did any gardening (way too hairy for my liking).

At this point I'm getting pretty tight in the pants and trying hard to focus on my mission. Thinking I wasted too much time on the spectacle, I double up on the steps again, glace up and see a women standing up there as well. I thought she was just waiting for the others to finish, but I was wrong again. Two more steps up and I see her naked butt and legs, with a hand on her crotch she was standing to pee against the wall. She turns her head to look at me and just smiles, still no time to question all this but it's getting weirder as I go... Once I crested the landing and turned there was 2 more women, one in the middle of the landing squatting towards the wall and 1 more in the corner again.

By this time I'm dumbfounded... beginning to think I need to look for the hidden camera somewhere and the announcer to pop out and tell me the courier call was all a prank, these women were all actors and the pee was just water in hidden bags under their clothes. I would laugh and have a huge sigh of relief. Until I looked up the next flight of stairs. There at the top of the steps was a view of heaven itself or at least an Angel. Mid 20 something, hair in a bun, glasses, reasonable sized chest under a button front shirt, skirt pulled up around her waist, bubble-gum pink panties clinging to 1 leg, squatting at the top of the steps. Her cunny was in full display, bald as baby, and erupting with a flow that missed 3 steps before splashing down. I was frozen in the tracks, mouth wide open, eyes so wide I could feel them stretch my face to pop out and get closer. "You might want to keep moving or you'll be late, Bill. Besides, that open mouth looks like a target from here." Her word broke me out of my stupor, but I climbed each step like it was a mountain. There was 1 last lady standing by the door to floor 9, she grabbed my arm and threw me through it and slammed it behind me. I sprinted to the office and filed all the paperwork, I made with just 1:30 seconds to spare.

I booked it back to the stairs, hoping that was not some delusion I experienced... 7 women peeing in the stairwell? Who would believe? I BARELY BELIEVE ME!! When I get back to the door there was 3 women leaning against the wall, next to it. I breezed past and tried the handle, which was locked. I knocked and the women who'd thrown me through a few minutes ago reappeared. She looked agitated that it was me and pulled me back through again as quick as before, "Quick, get out of here... you were never supposed to see any of this anyway, but no point hiding now."

There were different women this time, the concrete was soaked with urine and rolling off the sides of the landing. I got to see 1 more good pussy, the lady was squatting towards the wall but her stream was shooting about two foot forward, so she was not directly against the wall. When I got all the way to the bottom floor the Angel was there, "Hey Bill, I can tell you enjoyed the show... in fact, looks like you still are." She was glancing at my hard-on as she said that part, it was going to be difficult to ride my bike back to the office.

"I-I can't leave without knowing what the fuck I just witnessed... please explain?!?"

She giggled, "Fair enough, plumbing went out in the ladies room on our floor. Up there we get approved bathroom breaks, you don't have to go if you don't need to, but if you do it has to wait for the approved time. So they suggested we use the stairs to go down a floor and use that bathroom. Except this isn't the 1st time we had to do this and the last 2 times, if we were late returning we got 'scolded.' SO we heard what we wanted to this time, 'Bathroom's out, use the stairs.'." Here she gave me a quick wink. "I was supposed to be watching this door, but hearing all the others getting to go, I couldn't wait. My name's Alees (A-Lease)... and here's my number (she tugged my waistband open, took a good look at my junk, and let the elastic snap back to hold the paper in place). Maybe next time you and I can do a duet?"

Yeah, so that actually happened... she and I are trying the dating thing, right now it just seems to be sex then sex again... but I'm not complaining.

Edited December 4, 2016 by hentaixt

**steve25805** · December 4, 2016

Wow. That was a truly awesome story, Hentaixt.

**daemoniak** · December 4, 2016

> 'Bathroom's out, use the stairs'

Ah! Made my day!

**hentaixt** · December 4, 2016

7 hours ago, daemoniak said:

> 'Bathroom's out, use the stairs'

Ah! Made my day!

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**Alfresco** · December 5, 2016

@hentaixt superb story and very different perspective. Loved it!

**steve25805** · December 7, 2016

Dear Wet Carpet

A work colleague and myself, both in our late 30s, had to go away on business which involved an overnight stay. My name is Carol, by the way, and I am a blue eyed blonde whilst my workmate is a big-busted brunette by the name of Jessica - Jess for short. We are not high enough in the organisation to be able to command much of an expense account, so we settled for a cheap bed and breakfast room paid for in cash out of our own pockets, in order to be able to spend lots of company money on a night out. Rather fortuitously we'd not only paid in cash but also not given our real names and addresses. Consequently, when we we rolled back into our B&B very drunk, we had no qualms about any company reprimand, which is why we were able to get away with what followed.

You see, drink being what it is, we soon realised that we had to pee. Although I have no idea whose idea this was or how it came about, we somehow decided that it would be a laugh just to pee right there on the floor instead of going all the way out to the toilet. So there we were, two grown women in our late 30s, squatting side by side in the middle of the room with our knickers around our knees, giggling like schoolgirls as we deliberately peed on the carpet. We peed for ages as well and totally soaked that carpet, lol.

We crashed out soon after, but I was woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of hissing and the muffled patter of pee landing on carpet. I laughingly asked Jess what she was doing.

"I'm having a wee", she chuckled, and just carried on pissing!

I felt a tinge in my bladder too. "Think I'll join you!"

And so I climbed out of bed, squatted down beside it, and started doing my own long pee right there on the carpet. It actually felt quite liberating to be able to just pee anywhere. I suppose I got a bit of a thrill out of doing something so outrageously bad and naughty.

Of course, in the morning we thought it best to depart very early before anyone else was up, without hanging around for breakfast.

Carol

**steve25805** · December 14, 2016

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Brad, but don't let the fact that I am a guy put you off. This is mostly about the girl who once lived upstairs in the flat above me, and who liked to piss everywhere.

But I need to start at the beginning.

Some years ago, my first ever girlfriend was teasing me in her bedroom about how she needed to pee and asking if I wanted to watch. The thought actually thrilled me. Of course I wanted to watch. So she strode over to the corner of her bedroom, where she lowered her jeans and knickers to her knees and popped a squat in one fluid movement. My eyes almost popped out of my head. I couldn't believe it. Then with a naughty smile she teased me with, "Shall I do it here?"

By now I was so turned on that I was struggling to formulate words and just nodded. And so, with her smile broadening into a joyful grin, she actually started doing it, a loud hissing and muffled splashing sound filling the room as she peed right there on the carpet! Grinning throughout, and evidently enjoying herself and the fact that she had an audience, she peed for ages, creating a massive puddle.

When she was done, she stood up, pulling her jeans and knickers back up. She looked at me, then at her huge puddle, then back at me, saying with a big grin, "I needed that". And she laughed.

For a long time thereafter, this remained the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, because - as is the way with teenage crushes - our relationship was short lived and I never saw her pee again. But she'd triggered something in my brain, a whole series of fantasies mostly featuring girls pissing all over the place. And I often sought out that kind of porn online. Sadly, though, I never met another girl who'd have thought peeing on the carpet was anything other than unacceptably gross and perverted. Until I met Clare, the girl in the flat upstairs, that is.

At the time I knew her she was a young and attractive blonde in her early 20s, and a bit of a party animal. She was always out drinking, sometimes arriving home with guys in tow, sometimes alone, always in varying degrees of semi-drunkenness, when she really did exhibit an unshockable, anything goes, attitude to life in general. That's what I liked about her, her easy, anything goes, nature. And I guess she liked me because she could tell me anything, knowing I'd not react badly. I just took her as I found her, which was mostly fun-loving and just a bit wild and utterly carefree. She'd often knock on my door when she came home alone of an evening, or in the morning for a quick cup of tea on her way to work.

Although I'd never had another girl into peeing or anything, sometimes after a heavy night out, with alcohol blunting my inhibitions, I'd arrive back at my flat and let my hair down, peeing anywhere for the hell of it and just wishing that a girl was there doing it with me. Many a morning I'd awaken with a groan, as I vaguely remembered peeing all the place the night before and now realised I had to face major clean up hassles. One such morning I awoke to the spectacle of pee all over the kitchen table and floor, as well as the living room coffee table. I also remembered peeing on my bedroom carpet beside my bed, which the still very damp patch confirmed. I needed a cigarette but had none left, so I decided that I had to go to the shop up the road to buy some before I did anything else. So I left my flat and the building, my piss still covering the tables and kitchen floor, to be back in about five minutes.

Problem was, I was remiss in failing to ensure that the front door of my flat was fully closed. Because whilst I was gone, Clare came down and presumably upon knocking upon my door found it ajar, and entered my flat to check I was ok. No sign of me of course, but she did find the mess. My piss everywhere!

Upon returning, I entered my flat, concerned to find the door ajar. And there was Clare in the middle of my living room, explaining that the door was open. And she was smirking. I looked towards the piss-covered coffee table, and could tell from her face that she'd already ascertained that it was indeed piss. No way of lying my way out of that one with talk of spillages or some such BS. With a grin, she pointed to the coffee table and asked, "What's this?" At that moment my embarrassment was absolute and I would have given anything for the ground to just swallow me up. I didn't know what to say. I had probably gone bright red. But - incredibly - she was not in the least bit phased by her discovery. She just chuckled, and responded to my embarrassment with, "Don't worry about it. I'm not bothered, honestly. I know some people are into doing stuff like that. I knew this guy once........", whereupon she proceeded to tell me about a previous boyfriend who enjoyed watching porn featuring girls pissing everywhere in hotel rooms. And who several times got her to pee on his kitchen floor!

I was enthralled, my arousal beginning to overcome my initial embarrassment. "What, you actually pissed all over his kitchen floor?"

"Yeah, I did!", she laughed. " Why not? It was fun."

And so I ended up telling her about my first girlfriend pissing on her bedroom carpet, the embarrassment gone, ice well and truly broken. And the whole conversation occurring only feet away from a table still covered in piss, lol.

About a week later, she knocked on my door late one evening, a little the worse for wear after several hours of drinking, with two guys she'd picked up. And she immediately let me know that they wanted to watch her piss on the carpet, and drunkenly asked me if she could do it in my flat. I realised at once that she must have been discussing me with them for such a notion to have ever come into existence. That, and the sheer audacity of her request - she has perfectly good carpets she can piss on in her own flat, after all, if she really wants to do that - came as a bit of a shock and I struggled to get my head around it.

The guys noticed my hesitation, so pointed out that I'd get to watch too. And that had already occurred to me, a fact which overcame all my other objections in the end. Because watching Clare, the girl from the flat above me, pissing on my living room carpet, was not an opportunity to be missed. And so I agreed.

Within minutes, Clare was squatting in the middle of my living room, jeans and panties cast aside, bare ass and crotch in full view. And she was pissing right there on the carpet, grinning with obvious pleasure. And she must have peed for like 45 seconds at least, because it went on for ages, leaving a massive puddle.

Standing up from the mess she made she looked at the huge puddle with a grin, then at me and the other two guys, and laughed, "I enjoyed that".

They left me to it then as they headed upstairs to her place. Alone with my pissed on carpet, lol.

In the morning, after the guys had left, she sheepishly knocked on my door, apologising for the previous evening for the cheek of just asking if she could piss in my flat. But I said I enjoyed the show and was happy to let her do it anytime. We then strode into my kitchen where I began making us both a cup of tea. She started heading for the bathroom, saying she needed a wee. I decided to take a chance. "Why bother going out there?" I said, pointing at the floor. "Just do it there!"

"You fuck off! I'm not even drunk", she laughed.

"So what! Wouldn't be the first time you've ever pissed in someone's kitchen, would it?

She chuckled, "I suppose not!" And with a grin spreading across her face, she reached for the fastenings of her jeans, lowering them and her panties to her knees as she dropped down into a squat. Seconds later, a hissing and splashing sound filled the room as her yellow torrent sprayed down onto the floor tiles. An ever growing puddle surrounded her feet as she peed, finally leaving a massive yellow puddle by the time she was pulling her jeans and panties back up as she stood.

"Don't I get to see you?" she asked.

"Sure!" So I got my erect dick out in front of her and - with some difficulty - began to pee on the kitchen floor myself in front of her smiling gaze.

This set a pattern of such things in the months to come. Sometimes, I'd buy a crate of beer and we'd share it in my flat, with me giving her carte blanche to piss anywhere she felt like. Other times she'd knock on my door on the way back from the pub or in the morning before going to work, with impromptu pissing often occurring. And once she'd relaxed into it, she really was happy to pee anywhere. Like on the living room and bedroom carpets. Or whilst squatting upon the kitchen table. I've seen her pee all over my bathroom floor right beside the toilet, and on the kitchen floor right in front of my fridge. For a laugh, she has had a go at standing and pissing against the wall in both my living room and my bedroom. She once stood in front of my living room coffee table, pissing all over it.

One week I had to spend several nights sleeping on the sofa whilst drying out my mattress. This is because she'd dared me to let her piss on my bed, and I'd just told her to go right ahead. So she did! Grinning as she squatted upon the middle of my bed and pissing all over it, soaking the mattress. "I can't believe you're letting me do this", she laughed. But she carried right on pissing anyway until she was done, and was obviously getting off on it.

Well, in spite of my best efforts, the flat did begin to smell a bit pissy after a while, and the landlord noticed. I got evicted over it, but was the perfect gentleman insofar as Clare was concerned. I took the rap myself, never once even hinting that his female tenant in the flat upstairs had been the one doing most of the pissing. Sadly, though, upon leaving I lost all contact with Clare and never saw her again - until a chance encounter in a supermarket last week. Which is what prompted this letter.

She is older and wiser now, in her 30s, a lot less wild and settled down with a husband and a couple of kids. She seldom drinks very much anymore, but is still the same unshockable and open-minded free spirit. She insisted that being a dirty bitch who pees all around other people's homes for kicks is well and truly in the past though, because now she wants to be a respectable wife and mother. Nevertheless I invited her back to my place for a coffee or two and a chat.

And - hallelujah - I actually persuaded her to piss on my living room carpet. Just for old time's sake. And as she squatted there in the middle of the room - pissing way - she laughed, "Here I am - respectable wife and mother - pissing on some guy's living room carpet just for fun. My husband would kill me if he knew I was doing this!"

"I won't tell him if you don't."

We both laughed.

We exchanged contact details after that. I haven't seen her since, but hope to do so again soon before too long. I hope I can persuade her to piss on my bed next time, lol

Brad

**steve25805** · January 5, 2017

Dear Wet Carpet

I have to tell you about the other week when we all got drunk and smoked certain substances at the office girls" party which we'd all arranged to have at Michelle's house. In our day jobs we all work in a Housing Benefit and Council Tax local authority office building, doing secretarial and clerical work. Many of the girls decided we'd have an all girl's party at Michelle's house. Those who went ranged in age from 21 - that was Sue, our newest recruit - up to 46. That's Mary, who has been in the job for nearly three decades. Michelle herself is in her mid-30s. My name is Tanya and I am an attractive and busty blonde aged 29. Altogether there must have been about a dozen of us who went.

Well, as we all got drunk and stoned with other illicit substances floating around too, things got very wild. With people being dared to do outrageous things for everyone's amusement. One girl - Sarah, age 32, was persuaded to strip naked and exit the building to run to the end of the street and back, which she did with the rest of us hanging out the front in fits of laughter. There were outrageous sexual dares too. Paula - the 41 year old office manager - was dared to pull her jeans and knickers down bend bend over, with Christine, aged 25, urged to get down behind her and start licking her asshole. And she fucking did, as well! Someone joked, "Now we know who keeps licking the boss's ass!" We were all creased up with laughter over that one.

But as people needed the loos, we got the peeing dares. Mary - surely at 46 old enough to know better - was dared into standing in the kitchen and just wetting herself by Michelle - whose kitchen it was, after all. So she did! Pee flowing down the legs of her jeans to form a growing puddle on the kitchen floor. She spent much of the rest of the evening walking around in those jeans, and indeed deliberately peed herself in front of us all again before long. In fact, that's pretty much what she did for much of the party, rarely pulling her jeans and knickers down, let alone using the toilet.

When Karen, who was 31, needed to pee, Michelle - again - dared her to get up onto the round glass table in the middle of the living room and piss on it. I think on some level, Michelle was getting off on this now. She'd always kind of had bi tendencies, and it seems she has a thing about peeing as well. The rest of us were so shitfaced that it all just seemed really funny and a damned good laugh, which is why we were drunkenly going along with it. Though, the fact that I read this magazine must indicate that I secretly find such things fun too. Though I never used to actually go around doing it.

Anyway, no hesitation at all and finding what she was doing funny, Karen stripped butt naked from the waist down and did indeed get up and squat upon that glass table. We all cracked up seconds later when she started pissing there, the puddle spreading to cover ever more of the glass surface as her piss splashed down onto it. She was still going strong when her pee began flowing off the sides in several places, splashing onto the carpet. This just seemed even funnier - even to Michelle whose carpet it actually fucking was!!!

Once Karen had finished and stepped off, Paula, the office manager in her forties, without any encouragement from anyone else, laughed, "I'm going to piss there as well!" In no time at all, she too was naked from the waist down and squatting upon the table, her bare feet in the puddle already left by Karen. Seconds later she was pissing a torrent. Pee was pretty soon cascading off the sides in mini-waterfalls onto the carpet, which we were all remarking on and laughing about. Paula not only carried right on peeing, herself laughing at it all flowing off the edge, but in response to all the laughter about the mess on the carpet she actually shuffled forward to the edge of the table, her hairy pussy hovering near the edge. Now amidst more laughter, she wasn't even peeing on the table at all but deliberately pissing directly onto the carpet. She must have carried on peeing like that for at least another half a minute because she made quite a puddle. Am pretty sure it was more than just a laugh for her too. I am sure she got a kick out of it.

The youngest girl - Sue - laughed, "Paula, I can't believe you just did that!"

Paula just laughed and dared Sue to pee somewhere outrageous herself.

Sue laughed, "Shall I do it in the kitchen?"

We all encouraged her to do exactly that. And pretty soon she was squatting in the middle of Michelle's kitchen in front of us all, jeans and knickers down around her knees, and pissing a rather large puddle all over the floor tiles.

When she finally stood up and gazed for a moment at the rather large puddle in the middle of the floor, she turned to a grinning Michelle and said, "I can't believe I've just peed on your kitchen floor".

I must admit that - like Michelle herself and Paula too, this was not just a laugh for me - it was a bit of a secret turn on too. But I kept that to myself, asking Michelle, "Aren't you bothered about everyone pissing everywhere?"

She responded with something like, "I'm too off my face to care. It's just a bit of a laugh". Then she said louder for everyone to hear, "Feel free to piss anywhere guys!" To which she and everyone else laughed.

At this point, Sarah - still naked from her nude run outside earlier - laughingly informed us that she was going to pee in the bathroom by ignoring the toilet and peeing on the floor right in front of it instead. We all followed her upstairs, those who could find the space joining her in the bathroom, the rest like me outside looking in through the open door. Naked, Sarah then squatted over the floor only feet away from the unused toilet, and peed her torrent all over the bathroom floor tiles.

By now, I too needed a piss, which fact I mentioned. So too did Christine, the 25 year old. Christine had found it all hilariously funny so far like most of us, but now said something about actually going to use the toilet like normal people. But Paula said, "Nah, that's way too boring! What do you reckon, Michelle?"

"Yeah, that's not much of a laugh!" Instead she pointed towards her bedroom and dared Christine and myself to go in there and piss on her bed just for a giggle, though I was certain by now that she was getting off on this. So was the office manager, Paula. You could tell.

Anyway, we ended up in the bedroom, with the others as our audience, laughingly cheering us on as we stripped out of our footwear, jeans and panties. "I can't believe we're doing this" , said Christine with a grin as we climbed up onto Michelle's double bed, and squatted. Moments later laughter erupted around the room as we both started pissing, our pee soaking into the sheets and mattress and ultimately wetting a large part of the bed. And it was such a turn on, actually deliberately pissing on someone's bed whilst being cheered on by an audience. I'd never had such fun pissing before. Good job everyone was drunk or they might have noticed how much I was enjoying it - and not just for a laugh. I could easily have rubbed myself to an orgasm were it not for the audience, lol.

As we climbed off the bed, Michelle joked about the fact that she'd have to sleep on the sofa for a while now which we all thought was funny. Then, still in her bedroom, she mentioned that she needed to pee, as she stepped out of her jeans and panties. She next said, "This'll be a laugh. Watch this!", as she stood facing her bedroom wall, hands on hips and hips thrust forward., legs parted a little. Moments later, to the amusement of everyone, her piss was spraying against the wallpaper, and flowing down it and over the skirting board to form a growing puddle on the carpet. In mid flow she began to slowly sway her hips from side to side, deliberately spraying her piss over as much of the wall as possible. Made quite a mess of the wallpaper, lol.

At this point there were still four other girls who had enjoyed the show so far - at least in the sense of it being a laugh - who by now all needed to pee but hadn't yet.

One of them, Cheryl, aged 37 and generally regarded as a respectable - yeah right! - mother of two kids with a husband at home, was persuaded to open a drawer full of Michelle's underwear and T-shirts. And then pull down her jeans and panties before hanging her bare ass over the drawer. And within moments she was pissing in it with a grin on her face, urinating all over Michelle's clothes, whilst the rest of us cheered her on.

Sandra, aged 34,. then disrobed from the waist down and opened the wardrobe, and stood there with her legs apart pissing on the lower halves of the garments hanging inside. "That's my best dresses fucked up then!" laughed Michelle.

Kelly, only 23, pulled her jeans and panties down towards her knees as she popped a squat right there in the middle of Michelle's bedroom. A second later, and grinning - gleefully, it seemed to me - Kelly was pissing right there in the middle of the room, all over the bedroom carpet, making another massive puddle.

That left only Laura, aged 44, who'd laughed at the outrageousness of everything so far in an almost wide-eyed way, a tinge of shocked disbelief mixed in with her amusement. If she wasn't off her face like the rest of us I doubt she would have approved at all. She has only been with us a couple of years, having formerly worked as a teacher in a higher education college. She and her husband are heavily involved on community work, with three kids of school age. They are regarded as highly respectable pillars of the community. And here she was at our party, off her face on things we'd supplied, and laughing at the rest of us pissing everywhere, on some level struggling to comprehend that this was actually happening.

We suggested she pee wherever she wanted, but she insisted that she was too respected a member of the community to go around peeing just anywhere. except the toilet. But Michelle said something about how funny it would be for everyone to see someone of her pedigree just pissing wherever the fuck she felt like. And what a laugh it would be. And behind her respectable façade there seemed to be a part of her that wanted to join the fun. She was wavering, I could tell.

At this point, Paula said, "I tell you what......" and began undressing, placing her clothes in a heap on the bedroom floor. Then she pointed at them and told Laura, "There you go! Piss on them!"

Most laughed at the sheer outrageousness of such a suggestion. Even Laura found the idea funny, but was concerned. "I can't do that! You've got to wear them home later!"

Paula just laughed, "So what? I'm not bothered! Just piss on them."

And so - incredibly - this normally highly respectable middle-aged woman was soon squatting with her jeans and panties around her knees, bare ass hovering in full view over Paula's clothes right there in the middle of the bedroom. And she was pissing! Her piss was spraying onto the clothes, soaking them, and in fact soaking through onto the carpet to make yet another puddle. Laura chuckled in mid-flow, "I can't believe I'm actually doing this! Good job my husband can't see me."

When she was done, she stood up with a grin, then looked at the heap of pissy clothes. "Oh my god! I've just peed on someone's clothes in the middle of someone else's bedroom." She laughed as she shook her head in disbelief.

Paula then said that it was time for her to get dressed again, as she reached for her piss-soaked clothes. And started putting them back on! Even Michelle was slightly aghast as well as amused. "Paula, those clothes you're putting on are soaked with Laura's pee!"

Paula just shrugged. "So what? I'm not bothered"

Which just about confirmed to me what a kinky bitch Paula actually is, lol.

Anyway the party continued with more drinking and the rest, with everyone just pissing anywhere really. My memory of later pissings is much hazier though, but I have flashes of memory involving one girl or another pissing here and there - on carpets and tiled floors, or against walls. Mary finally removed the jeans she'd been pissing in all night - I vaguely recall her hanging her naked ass over the open dishwasher in the kitchen and pissing in it. I have a vague memory of young Sue squatting bottomless upon an armchair and pissing on it.

Even Laura must have lost a few more of her inhibitions - I can remember her at some point squatting upon the dining room table and pissing on it, whilst Michelle stood beside the table with her legs apart, pissing on the carpet. I have vague memories of myself peeing on the carpet in the corner of the living room, and squatting at the top of the stairs, pissing down over them.

And yes, Paula is definitely a piss freak. I can remember her placing her hands with a giggle beneath a squatting and pissing Cheryl in the living room, delighting in the feel of the other woman pissing on them. Cheryl seemed equally happy about it, judging by her grin.

Anyway, that's how a wild party with outrageous dares gradually morphed into a massive pissing session, with all of us so intoxicated as to have gotten carried away with it all.

Poor Michelle's house and carpets and beds had to have been totally ruined.

When we all met up in work again there was much embarrassment and awkwardness, none of us quite believing what we'd done or what to say about it. I won't bore you with the details of that. Let's just say that some came to terms with an interest in pissing, whilst others put it down to sheer drunkenness and moved on, not mentioning it again.

But suffice it to say, I have become rather close to Michelle and Paula. Last night I finally allowed both women to christen my bedroom carpet. I guess that is something else I have had to come to terms with too. I must be a bit bi. Because watching them both squatting and pissing on the carpet right beside my bed was actually quite a turn on. Of course, I joined them in weeing on the carpet too, naturally.

Tanya

**steve25805** · January 5, 2017

Dear Wet Carpet.

I loved that letter from Tanya. Do things that wild really actually happen? Was a great read anyway.

Anyway, my name is Bev and I am a 48 year old barmaid. I am an active member on a couple of pee fetish forums. Basically, I love wetting and golden showers, both giving and receiving. I am also bisexual.

I suppose I should also say that I am into naughty peeing as well. There is just something so erotic about peeing anywhere the hell you want to, in some place you aint supposed to. Being a grown adult doing this on purpose is just kind of a turn on, you know? It's just dirty and wrong, but fun.

Over the years I've peed in a fair few naughty places, like on the kitchen floor. I have to mop it up afterwards. I peed in the back of some guy's car once. And after a few beers in my younger days if there was the slightest queue for the ladies' in clubs and bars, that was often all the excuse I needed to pee on the floor in there instead.

One guy I dated for a while had a thing about me peeing. When we'd been out drinking, he used to get me to pee on his bedroom carpet. And deliberately having a wee over the carpet in some guy's bedroom is a lot of fun. I used to get a real buzz out of doing that.

There was another time at a party where me and a girlfriend were shitfaced, when somehow we got the idea of sneaking into one of the bedrooms and pissing on the bed. We entered this room unseen where we found a large double bed, we both got up and popped a squat upon it and could barely suppress our drunken giggles as we both did a really long piss on it. We must have ruined the mattress, lol.

I tend not to pee on my own carpets and beds and shit.....too messy, too much clean up, too expensive to replace things. But I like to make the occasional exception. You see, another of my things is that I delight in shocking casual partners and one night stands. One thing I like to do when I am in bed with someone, before I switch the light off and we crash out, is to announce that I need to pee but can't be bothered to go all the way out to the bathroom. Then I'd just climb out of bed and squat beside it - having a wee right there on my carpet in front of their astonished eyes. Reactions varied but their shock was always very funny.

Anyway, you get the picture, as far as my naughty peeing goes.

Since joining the pee forums I have befriended several people - men and women - but they generally live so far away. But lately I have really got lucky. I have befriended a 36 year old female who lives less than ten miles away. She too is bi and we have exchanged pics. I am still pretty hot for my age and she is definitely a looker. Her name is Dionne.

But she is much less open about it than me in real life. She is a respected teacher, married to a well off businessman, with three kids. She has never been open about her bisexuality and keeps her interest in other women a secret. Likewise she is wholly in the closet about her interest in pee. She had never peed anywhere naughtier than in the shower, and not until she was nearly 30 did she realise that peeing where you shouldn't was in any way of interest to her. And she only discovered it by accident, using google to find out info about how to remove pee stains from the carpet after her dog or cat had peed on it. Somehow - fuck knows what search term she used - she managed to stumble across some erotic stories by one of the heroes of naughty peeing erotica - online name Leaky_0ne or something like that. These stories were mostly about girls peeing in naughty places for fun. Instead of being shocked, though, Dionne found herself fascinated, and realised that this was turning her on. She began searching out more and more, and got ever more drawn in, joining pee forums and writing her own erotic stories.

Anyway, she has developed a secret yearning to pee on someone's living room carpet, but could never bring herself to do it in her own home. She often fantasises about it. When I started conversing and flirting with her, I let it be known that I'd let her piss on my living room carpet anytime. It was of course just banter. I don't generally let people pee on my living room carpet. But that was before I got to know how hot she looked and how close she lived. We then both realised that meeting up was a real possibility if we wanted to, and I must admit that the thought of her peeing on the carpet - any carpet - was really doing it for me. I wanted to watch her do it. And realised that I'd be prepared to let her pee in my living room if that is what it took.

Well, to cut a long story short, she agreed to come visit me in a nearby pub for a few drinks, then come back to my place where I'd let her pee on my living room carpet.

And today was the day it happened. Everything went well, and we got back to my flat, both of us in need of a pee, and I told her that my living room carpet was all hers. She double checked to make sure it was ok several times, but then with a grin, she removed her panties entirely, holding them in her hand as she hoisted the back of her skirt whilst dropping down into a squat. "You sure about this?" she asked again.

I just said "Sure, carry on".

Then with a sudden hissing sound, her pee started splashing down onto my carpet, forming an ever growing puddle as Dionne looked down with a grin at the sight of her piss soaking into the fabric. Then she looked at me with a huge grin. "This feels so good. I can't believe I'm actually having a wee on your carpet!"

"No problem. You look sexy as fuck doing that there. In fact, I think I'll join you."

And with that I lowered my own jeans and panties and squatted a few feet in front of her, facing her. Then I too began pissing right there on the carpet. I'd never actually peed on my living room carpet before, but Dionne was already peeing there and it just felt like the right thing to do.

By the time we were done, there were two massive puddles of piss on the living room carpet. Dionne had to leave again soon afterwards because she'd only told her husband she was going out to the shop, but by tacit agreement she left the mess for me to deal with. I found myself issuing an open invitation to come round to mine for some fun pissing anytime she wanted.

Meanwhile, I've just left the piss there ever since, feeling horny every time I look at it. But I suppose I better clean it up now.

Bev

**wetwulf** · January 14, 2017

Dear Wet Carpet,

I’m not sure how many of your readers travel, but if they do I’m sure they know the frustration of a full bladder while you’re on the road and have a deadline. But how many of them know this frustration combined with a very active bladder?

My name is Janice and I am 39 and work as a financial consultant for a firm I will not name. But we have branches in 17 of the 50 states in the U.S. and I often have to drive to all of them because the company does not have the extra expenses to fly me anywhere. I don’t mind, though, as I have been through some beautiful places that I would have missed from a plane.

However, while pregnant with my second child, a son who turned out to be a big baby, my bladder took a hit. Since then I have had a weak bladder. As soon as I feel that I have to go, I have literally only a few critical minutes before I’m nearly bursting, If I don’t find a toilet soon, I could be looking at a real accident (and I have on more than one occasion).

On my first trip after my maternity leave ended, I was driving to New Mexico from southern California. I was on a long stretch of highway and had not passed any exits that seemed to have any restaurants, gas stations, or even rest areas. Because of my weak bladder, I knew to limit my fluids. But my morning coffee was creeping up on me. I squirmed and sat up, still looking for signs that suggested any place that might have a bathroom. Since it was morning, the highway was too busy to just pull off to the side without it being obvious why. As the pressure grew, though, I started to seriously consider this option because I really didn’t want to have an accident in the company car.

As a wave of pressure hit me, I gasped and felt a small spurt warm my panties. I decided to pull over to the curb before I exploded. Once I stopped, I looked around the car, hoping to find a cup or something that may have been left in the floor. There was my briefcase, some bits of paper (probably old receipts), and some books I brought along for downtime. Other than that, nothing. As I looked closer, though, I noticed that the floorboard area of the driver’s side was covered with a black towel, probably to keep the driver’s shoes from staining the upholstery.

Another wave struck and I gasped again as a two second squirt of pee trickled into my panties. “Ohh, shit, I’m going to end up peeing myself,” I said. Without even thinking, I glanced down at the thick towel in the floor and knew what I had to do. I scooted forward in my seat and sighed as I let go.

The first warm spray into the gusset of my panties made me gasp. I had a second where I thought about pulling them aside, but the feeling as my warm pee enveloped my crotch and dripped down to the floor of the car was just too wonderful to disrupt. I sighed again as I peed full force, just letting my yellow stream flow down all over the towel at my feet. I knew I would need to take it out and wash it later, but I didn’t care. My flow finally dwindled to a trickle and I sighed again as it gently tickled my slit. When it stopped, I smiled, relieved, and then slid my wet panties off and dropped them in the floor over the towel.

After that, I knew I’d found my solution. I got back on the road and drove on. About thirty minutes later, I had to pee again. Instead of pulling off the road, I just scooted forward as best I could and let go, trying my best to stay focused on the road as I heard the soft hiss of my pee and felt it tickle my clit and spray against my inner thighs and legs. This happened a couple more times, and I again just sighed and let go. At my first hotel stop, I took the towel in with me and washed it in the laundry room.

Just when you think you have a good thing going…it gets even better. The company gave me my own car, fully paid-for: a brand new Chevy Malibu. It is to be used for my trips to other branches, but it is also my car to keep, even if I should leave the company. My first trip in this new car, I was driving from southern California again to the northern tip of Texas, so a pretty long drive. Of course, my bladder announced its need just a few hours into my drive. I thought about my experience in the company car and looked down at the floor to see that there was not a towel. Why didn’t I put one in myself when I got the car? I guess I was too excited to even think about it.

The more I thought, the more the pressure grew in my bladder. Wait a minute, I thought. This is my car. What does it matter if I pee in it or have an accident? Another wave of pressure answered for me and I sat up, ready to scoot forward again. However, the curious (and maybe naughty) part of me wondered what it would feel like to just sit back and pee in my seat just sitting normally. So I sat up in my seat and just continued to drive. After about thirty seconds, the pressure grew. I didn’t try to hold back as I opened my legs just a bit and relaxed.

Eventually, I could feel a small trickle tickle my slit and dampen the crotch of my panties just enough to feel nice. Another wave came, though, and I started peeing full force. I could hear it hissing out. I sighed as the trickle became a full flow and started soaking through my black skirt and to the seat under me. It felt so soothing, warm, and naughty to just relax and let it go, soaking my car seat as I drove. I could feel it pooling as my pee came faster than the seat would absorb. Once my flow eased to a trickle again, though, the puddle between my legs started to soak into the seat, making it warm and wet.

When I finally arrived at my hotel, rather than pull up to the entrance I drove around to the back parking lot where very few cars were parked. I knew what I needed next. I took my seatbelt off, sat back in my seat, reached under my skirt, and slid my wet panties aside to rub my soaked and aching slit. I teased my clitoris with my fingertips and rubbed until I was gasping in climax, bucking my hips and moaning my pleasure. When I finished, I had to pee again, so I just let it go with my panties still pulled aside and dribbled directly into my seat. I sighed, feeling so relaxed and relieved. I sat up, put my car in drive, and drove around to the hotel entrance.

I’ll have more stories for you later about my travels and pee experiences. Thanks for reading.

**new2this** · January 14, 2017

That's fucking great Wetwulf. Does Janice have a daughter too?

**wetwulf** · January 15, 2017

17 hours ago, new2this said:

That's fucking great Wetwulf. Does Janice have a daughter too?

Maybe she does. :-)

**steve25805** · January 23, 2017

Dear Wet Carpet

Well, I'm Clare, the "lady" Brad was writing about a few letters ago. Though what kind of "lady" goes around pissing on people's carpets for fun I don't know, lol.

Brad's letter pretty much said it all. When I was young I was a bit of a heavy drinking party animal, and still a bit wild. And yeah we had a good thing going there for a while. It was great. I used to just turn up at his place and think nothing of pissing anywhere I felt like just cos I got off on being a dirty bitch who peed everywhere. When he got kicked out because of the pissy carpets I felt a bit guilty actually though, since - like he said - it was mostly me who'd been doing the pissing. Still, it was fun while it lasted. And yeah, there were other pissy fun moments occasionally with other guys afterwards, like one guy who let me piss on his bedroom carpet beside his bed, or another who talked me into wetting the bed with him. I must have been drunk to agree to that one, lol. But I never met another guy like Brad who was willing and eager to let me piss anywhere the fuck I liked in his home.

But I did indeed find love, get married, and have kids. I also now work as a respected counsellor helping troubled children. I felt that being the kind of dirty cow who pees everywhere for fun was no longer fitting for a lady such as myself, although I did occasionally take secret pleasure in the memory of such things.

So when I bumped into Brad again and got talking about old times, I had mixed feelings. I enjoyed reminiscing with him about the pissing fun of the past, getting a buzz out of it, but was adamant that such things were no longer fitting. And yet I ended up going back to his place and - married woman well into my 30s, with kids and a respectable job, notwithstanding - ended up pissing right there on his front room carpet for his - and my own - pleasure. Some lady, eh?

Anyway, since he wrote his letter I've visited Brad a couple more times and we've chatted about loads. But that also includes our mutual dirty secret interest in pissing, browsing the net together and looking at pee porn. I remain totally faithful to my husband of course, and there will never be anything physical between Brad and I. But him watching me pee? Well I kind of guess that is ok, he's just watching and not touching. Anyway, Brad introduced me to this magazine, which is how I came to be writing this letter. I loved some of the readers' own pics sent in, of themselves peeing here and there, often on carpets, beds, and furniture and stuff like that. I love their audacity. But I have also greatly enjoyed reading the many letters sent in, many of them from long ago and stored in the archives. There are some incredibly outrageous accounts of piss parties, and ladies brazenly pissing on carpets here, there, and everywhere. Of girls raised by piss freak parents who have been raised to think of such things as ok. And of ladies in highly respectable jobs - including policewomen, teachers, nurses, and even politicians - confessing their secret pleasures involving pissing all over the place. I love this magazine already.

Of course I read Brad's letter, and was rather amused to see how he ended it by expressing a desire to see me piss on his bed, lol. I brought this up last time I saw him, at first protesting that the carpet pee I'd done for him was a one off just for old time's sake and that as a respectable middle aged wife and mother I don't do things like that anymore. And yet, knowing I was visiting that evening, I'd avoided the loo all day and drank several coffees in the last hour or two before visiting, so on some level I suppose I knew I was going there to let my inner dirty bitch out, and needed to pee fairly badly already when I first showed up.

Well, cutting to the chase, after a few jocular protests, I ended up giving him a real show, at least as much for my own pleasure as his. I went into his bedroom with him, stripped totally naked and got up onto his bed and crouched down. And yes, seconds later with a loud hissing and muffled splashing sound, I was pissing right there. My golden piss was spraying the bedsheets beneath me, and surely soaking into his mattress. But what a rush! Squatting naked in front of him and pissing on his bed like that was seriously turning me on. And as I grinningly confessed in mid flow, "I can't believe I'm doing this!" he got his dick out and started pissing on the carpet even as my own pee continued to ruin his bed. And I must have peed for at least a minute, I'd been saving that up after all. When I stepped down off the bed afterwards and admired my handiwork, the sheets were covered in the yellow stains of my piss. And underneath the bed, pee was dripping from the underside of the mattress onto the carpet. I'd pissed so much that it was soaking right through, lol.

That was even more fun than pissing on his carpet had been, lol. But it must remain our dirty little secret. No one else - especially my husband and kids - must ever know.

I got dressed again after that and, over a few coffees, spent a couple of hours with him reading some of the letters here, laughing, and getting turned on. By the time I decided I had to leave, I did kind of need to pee again. I wasn't totally desperate and could easily have waited until I got home. But where's the fun in that? So after saying that it was time for me to leave, I said with a smile something like, "But I need another pee first. Is it ok if I piss in your kitchen?"

Well, is the Pope Catholic? Brad just said "sure" with eager enthusiasm. And so we ended up in his kitchen, with me lowering my panties and raising the back of my dress as I squatted in the middle of the room. Then with a chorus of hissing and the sound of pee splashing onto the floor, I spent 30 seconds or so flooding his kitchen floor tiles with my golden-hued pee.

As I stood up afterwards, pulling my panties up again, I looked at the rather large puddle with a grin, then smiled at Brad. "Hope you enjoyed the show". Then we said our farewells as I left, feeling horny as fuck. My husband got the fuck of his life that night, so I guess it is working wonders for our sex life too, lol.

Clare

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