Wet Carpet magazine

[gldenwetgoose 21,487]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

Do two wrongs make a right?  That's my question, although to be honest I don't really care.

I want to tell you about something that happened last week - some of your readers may think I'm a heartless bitch, some may want to give me a high five. 

 

My evening work shift started fairly normally.   I work in a medium level city centre hotel and that night I was in the duty manager slot.  In the early evening that mostly meant checking in arrivals, who were for the most part corporate suits.  Almost always straightforward business expense account stuff, single room occupancy.  One particular guest caught my eye, it was the slightly unusual name to be honest - and after I'd checked him in I realised he's a friend's husband.  He's never met me, but after he'd gone I checked her Facebook account and sure enough that was him.

I wondered why he was staying in a hotel so close to home but didn't think so much of it - until an hour later when I spotted my friend's husband walking across the lobby with a young escort girl on his arm.  We do have a bit of a problem with soliciting and that's one of the reasons we put the single occupancy business clients on the ground floor.  Insider hotel trade secret, that by putting the business solos there, if we see any such undesirable types going down that corridor we know they're not registered hotel guests.  Long story short, I checked my friend's Facebook again and from that, seems she thought he was out of the country.   And here was my friend's husband, in our hotel with a cheap hooker. What a bastard.

I was pretty angry, but what could I do?  I thought about telling her.   I thought about hammering on the door and throwing the tart out.   Then a better idea came to me.

I spent most of my night shift in the back office doing paperwork and sipping black coffee to keep me awake.   Around 1am I saw the girl crossing the lobby on the CCTV monitor and out of the doors back into the world of the night.  The rest of the night was quiet.  Although I was livid at him carrying on like that, I was actually getting quite excited.  Good things come to those who wait.  More coffee, more paperwork and then more coffee.

By morning I was ready to exact my plan and it worked out perfectly to be honest.  I'd deliberately held off going to the bathroom and by the time the check out bustle started I could really feel the weight in my full bladder.  Fortunately the morning reception staff were on the desk. I really couldn't have coped with standing there, as it was my legs were jiggling non-stop and thighs clenched together under my desk.   Finally from the reception desk I heard my friend's husband announce his surname and my colleague process his check out.  I looked at my hotel residency management screen and saw his room status change from occupied to waiting on housekeeping.  Not a moment too soon either.

Without saying a word I quietly slipped from my desk and out into the lobby, trying to walk calmly down the corridor to his vacated room.  After a quick tap on the door I let myself in using my staff keyfob.  In our trade we've seen worse states for rooms to be left in, but all the signs were there.  Two glasses on the bedside tables, one covered in lipstick.  Towels strewn about the floor, bedding all crumpled on both sides.

I didn't have much time to take in the scene - I was absolutely dying for a wee, after all I'd been drinking coffee all night and had held off going to the bathroom for this moment.

I put the latch on the door, I wasn't ready for housekeeping to walk in just yet.  Then I unzipped and lowered my uniform skirt, putting it neatly over the chair and dropping my panties to the floor.  Pulling the bed clothes back I could finally get my release and my revenge.  I sat on the middle of the bed and relaxed.  I felt the sheet flush with warmth under me and heard the gush as my pee flooded out onto the bedding. The feeling was exquisite on so many levels, it was like my stream would never stop, but I forced it to - I wasn't done yet.

Still bare from the waist down I stood on the bed and pushed my hips forward, managing to spray a messy stream leaving a dark stain on the velvet headboard.  Then I sat on the light coloured sofa, again relaxing and not caring as the last of my pee left my body and soaked into the seat cushion.  Finally I dried myself off on one of the white towels and quickly got dressed.

As I got back to reception, the hotel manager had just arrived in to take up the day shift.  We did the normal handover and I may have mentioned that I wasn't sure if room 22 had a 'guest' in.  Literally at that moment housekeeping rang and I heard one side of a conversation which ended with the boss reaching for the Corporate Damage Chargeback Forms before storming off in the direction of that room.

From what I heard later, it seems my friend's husband had some serious explaining to do - charges for dual occupancy, professional sanitisation and rectification of damaged furnishings. And to top it all him charging the hotel stay to his company without even being authorised to stay there.   He won't be trying that one again.

So - is that forgiveable?

 

[Kupar 13,339]

20 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

Do two wrongs make a right?  That's my question, although to be honest I don't really care.

I want to tell you about something that happened last week - some of your readers may think I'm a heartless bitch, some may want to give me a high five. 

 

My evening work shift started fairly normally.   I work in a medium level city centre hotel and that night I was in the duty manager slot.  In the early evening that mostly meant checking in arrivals, who were for the most part corporate suits.  Almost always straightforward business expense account stuff, single room occupancy.  One particular guest caught my eye, it was the slightly unusual name to be honest - and after I'd checked him in I realised he's a friend's husband.  He's never met me, but after he'd gone I checked her Facebook account and sure enough that was him.

I wondered why he was staying in a hotel so close to home but didn't think so much of it - until an hour later when I spotted my friend's husband walking across the lobby with a young escort girl on his arm.  We do have a bit of a problem with soliciting and that's one of the reasons we put the single occupancy business clients on the ground floor.  Insider hotel trade secret, that by putting the business solos there, if we see any such undesirable types going down that corridor we know they're not registered hotel guests.  Long story short, I checked my friend's Facebook again and from that, seems she thought he was out of the country.   And here was my friend's husband, in our hotel with a cheap hooker. What a bastard.

I was pretty angry, but what could I do?  I thought about telling her.   I thought about hammering on the door and throwing the tart out.   Then a better idea came to me.

I spent most of my night shift in the back office doing paperwork and sipping black coffee to keep me awake.   Around 1am I saw the girl crossing the lobby on the CCTV monitor and out of the doors back into the world of the night.  The rest of the night was quiet.  Although I was livid at him carrying on like that, I was actually getting quite excited.  Good things come to those who wait.  More coffee, more paperwork and then more coffee.

By morning I was ready to exact my plan and it worked out perfectly to be honest.  I'd deliberately held off going to the bathroom and by the time the check out bustle started I could really feel the weight in my full bladder.  Fortunately the morning reception staff were on the desk. I really couldn't have coped with standing there, as it was my legs were jiggling non-stop and thighs clenched together under my desk.   Finally from the reception desk I heard my friend's husband announce his surname and my colleague process his check out.  I looked at my hotel residency management screen and saw his room status change from occupied to waiting on housekeeping.  Not a moment too soon either.

Without saying a word I quietly slipped from my desk and out into the lobby, trying to walk calmly down the corridor to his vacated room.  After a quick tap on the door I let myself in using my staff keyfob.  In our trade we've seen worse states for rooms to be left in, but all the signs were there.  Two glasses on the bedside tables, one covered in lipstick.  Towels strewn about the floor, bedding all crumpled on both sides.

I didn't have much time to take in the scene - I was absolutely dying for a wee, after all I'd been drinking coffee all night and had held off going to the bathroom for this moment.

I put the latch on the door, I wasn't ready for housekeeping to walk in just yet.  Then I unzipped and lowered my uniform skirt, putting it neatly over the chair and dropping my panties to the floor.  Pulling the bed clothes back I could finally get my release and my revenge.  I sat on the middle of the bed and relaxed.  I felt the sheet flush with warmth under me and heard the gush as my pee flooded out onto the bedding. The feeling was exquisite on so many levels, it was like my stream would never stop, but I forced it to - I wasn't done yet.

Still bare from the waist down I stood on the bed and pushed my hips forward, managing to spray a messy stream leaving a dark stain on the velvet headboard.  Then I sat on the light coloured sofa, again relaxing and not caring as the last of my pee left my body and soaked into the seat cushion.  Finally I dried myself off on one of the white towels and quickly got dressed.

As I got back to reception, the hotel manager had just arrived in to take up the day shift.  We did the normal handover and I may have mentioned that I wasn't sure if room 22 had a 'guest' in.  Literally at that moment housekeeping rang and I heard one side of a conversation which ended with the boss reaching for the Corporate Damage Chargeback Forms before storming off in the direction of that room.

From what I heard later, it seems my friend's husband had some serious explaining to do - charges for dual occupancy, professional sanitisation and rectification of damaged furnishings. And to top it all him charging the hotel stay to his company without even being authorised to stay there.   He won't be trying that one again.

So - is that forgiveable?

 

The anonymous correspondent here is forgiven, from here at least. Anyone who can be that creative in supporting her friend gets a pat on the back from me. I wonder, though, it all worked so perfectly ... has she perhaps done this before? 😉 

[hentaixt 1,581]

This is just a short experience, but I needed to share it.

I was out with a friend of mine doing some shopping. We were hitting up a few independent places that we don't get to often, so small stores. We were done eating and headed to the next locale, as we wandered around; the urge to go started to catch up with me. Now as I said, this is somewhere we have been multiple times, so I knew they had a bathroom. I headed down the small hall to find a sign on the door, "Restroom Out of Order." OK, I go back to the front checkout,

"Can I use the bathroom?"
"Sorry, not serviceable."
Politely, "Then how are you open?"
"I don't understand??"
"If your restroom is non-functional, where are the several employees going?"
"We are using the bathroom."
"Then it works, you are just lying because it is actually, 'Not open to the public.'"
"You are free to leave if you don't like it."
"I will be as soon as I track down my friend."

I meet up with her and explain what transpired. Tell her that I'm going to wander outside, since there was a convenient store across the street. Go over and ask about a bathroom and get a proper answer of, "Not for the customers." So I head back to the shop, let her know the new stuff and say we should just leave. The response I got surprised me:

"We should just piss in the shop. I was waiting to see what you found out, because I need to go too."
"Hell yeah, I'm for it."

The place was converted from something else, house or office, not really sure. The point is there are several rooms in an unconventional shape, but as a result there are cameras. In one of the side rooms was a closet that was opened up, "Look inside for more items." It was a small walk-in affair, but the closest camera pointed at the door was blind to the very back of the room. I am sure all you would see is the legs of someone and moving left or right in the correct direction meant you disappeared for a moment. So we went in all the way and made it look like I shifted to inspect something more closely, my friend stayed in view and shuffled like I was talking about said item. I was actually unbuttoning my jeans and squatting down. Sweet release came quickly and I had a hard stream. I am not an "Olympian" pisser, but I can get good range. My intention was shifting and splattering everywhere. I stood back up as soon as I finished and switched to the other side of the room for my friend to go. To our benefit, she was in a conservative skirt (knee length) and can go standing. I knew this from a few late night events and you ladies know that it requires force and control, but I digress. She took position and because the lower halves of her legs were in a normal pose, it just seemed like we were both looking over the shelves. I was jealous real quick, all I did was mark the wallpaper and carpet; she got to "play with the merchandise" and was making a game of it too. There were ceramic figures getting toppled; some soaked doilies, that were now yellowed for a different reason; two ashtrays, a candy dish, and a large serving bowl all overflowing; she even managed to turn, hosing down an AM radio; porcelain doll; and if all that was not enough a stack of "adult" magazines. I could not believe how much she had gone already, but there was one more surprise. Taking a step away as she closed off her stream, she moved towards the door, with a hand over her privates. It was a very specific distance, far enough to see her from the waist down, and still obscuring her face from the camera. Then she uncovered and started going again, directing the stream down to floor with gusto, fully captured by the lens. I was amazed how much more was pumped out in just mere seconds.
We dashed from the room and went in opposite directions, circled the store, and met up front. Once there, I knew we were off without a hitch, first the clerk from earlier was helping an older lady with an item in the glass display counter, second the camera output was behind them and there was only a 3x3 square for each capture device on the screen. I could see the massive stain on the display, even at that size. We walked out and have never gone back.

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet

My name is Melissa and I am a blonde 18 year old. I have been seeing this guy, also 18, whom I went to school with and always had a crush on.  And he has a thing about watching me piss. And to be fair I get a buzz out of my boyfriend watching me doing it. Guess I am kind of an exhibitionist. It started out with me pissing in the toilet in front of him the first few times he asked. But then he started asking me to piss in the shower or in the sink and things like that. And to be fair, peeing in random places in front of my boyfriend felt kind of naughty but fun. I got a thrill out of it and sometimes sought out similar stuff online which is how I found this magazine. 

Well one day when his parents were out - he still lives with his parents like me - he told me to pee on the kitchen floor! So I did! What a total rush. There I was, squatting in the middle of his kitchen, jeans and panties around my knees, pussy and bare ass on full display, pissing away right in front of him. I really needed to go that time too so it was hissing loudly and splashing down noisily onto the tiles. I was flooding the place, the yellow puddle fucking massive by the time I was done. I then watched him mop it all up before his parents came home, which they did ten minutes afterwards. Good job they weren't a bit earlier. Imagine if they'd walked in on me pissing away all over their kitchen floor with a big grin on my face. Would have been quite embarrassing.  

Luckily, they never go into his bedroom though. And this is fortunate. Because lately my boyfriend has wanted to watch me pissing right there on his bedroom carpet. I can't believe he lets me do that. There I am enjoying a piss right there on the carpet beside his bed. The whole thing is so erotic, me squatting there and peeing for England, the room filled with my hissing and the soft sound of it splashing onto the fabric. The sight of my golden piss gushing down into a growing puddle as it slowly seeps into the carpet is just so outrageously sexy. 

This is our naughty secret. He likes to watch me piss on the carpet beside his bed. And I love doing it. I guess most people if they knew would think I am a real dirty bitch but I don't care. It's fun. 

It's a good job his parents never go into his room because it does smell a bit pissy in there. And that aroma is never going to go away for as long as he keeps letting me piss in there.

I love spending nights at his place and like to hold my pee all day when I do if I can. I like to arrive with a full bladder so that the first thing I do when we hit the bedroom is have a massive hissy piss right there on the carpet again.

If only my prudish parents could see me doing it. They'd be so proud, lol

Melissa


 

Edited March 9, 2023 by steve25805

[hentaixt 1,581]

Hello again fellow P-VLoggers.

The other week on a short trip out of town to get content for you all to enjoy, something odd struck me. No, I didn't get a surprise dick whip in the face, by two guys... for a THIRD time. I was at a big box warehouse store, cloistered in a hidden back area, behind the "Employee Only" section. I had found a forklift sitting quietly there and decided to clean it up a bit by making it dirtier in the all familiar way. I climbed up in the seat and noticed that a box was still on the lift, which we all know is not protocol (Forklift Certified BABY!). Leaning forward it was a whole palette of watermelon and regular readers can attest, I can "go the distance" and like my watermelon salty. So, I dropped my thong and hosed them down. Stood up to get the ones at the back and then bent at the waist to cool down the seat and controls. I hopped down and reset my dedicates, then it happened. The queer thing that prompted me to write today. I immediately left the scene and went straight to the bathroom. I went into a stall, wiped myself, and then washed my hands. It dawned on me, that I ALWAYS do this. Regardless or where, what, or who I just pissed on, I find a place with clean running water and wash my hands.

So anybody else out there with the same routine?

(Also, I totally went back and got two of the soaked melons... they were still dripping when I paid for them.)

Until next CRIME!

Edited March 12, 2023 by hentaixt

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

1 hour ago, hentaixt said:

...The queer thing that prompted me to write today. I immediately left the scene and went straight to the bathroom ... then washed my hands. It dawned on me, that I ALWAYS do this. Regardless or where, what, or who I just pissed on, I find a place with clean running water and wash my hands.

So anybody else out there with the same routine?...

No, one of the key advantages in not using the toilet is no need to wash my hands!

[sd91 886]

Hi Wet Carpet,

I am Marci, a 25 year old blonde-haired woman. Yesterday I was playing a game of tennis with my best friend at the local courts. I was dressed in a white tank top and a pair of black booty shorts, with white sneakers and my hair is tied back in a ponytail. The game is going well and we are both having an enjoyable time, despite the heat. We had been playing for a bit over an hour when I felt an uncomfortable urge to urinate. I know that if I don’t do something soon then I will make a mess on the court! My friend saw me looking around and asked what was wrong.

"Hey Nikki," I said, "I've been pretty desperate for a little while now, do you mind if I go piss in the bushes?" Nikki laughed nodded understandingly and suggested that we take a short pee break before grabbing my racket from me. 

I smiled gratefully and stepped off the court, making my way towards some nearby trees and bushes that had served as makeshift bathrooms before. As I approached, I could see that there was already a puddle or two on or by the trees along with a fair few tissues. I positioned myself in a U shaped group of bushes as I pulled down my booty shorts and underwear to my knees as I point my bum toward the bushes whilst adopting a high squat position. This wasn't my first rodeo and I didn't want to get my feet wet! I sigh as I release a gushing pee that hissed loudly as it passed through my vulva and sprays over the leaves of the bush behind me. The feeling of relief was instant—it had been a while since I'd last gone to the bathroom! The sound of me urinating filled up the air around us as well as its distinct smell—which wasn't all that pleasant but as my own it didn't smell too bad either! I kept my head on swivel, looking around to see if anyone could see me, and back at me to ensure my pee is going where it is meant to.

I must have been pissing for over a minute before my flow dwindled, and my stream hit against some leaves beneath me with a satisfying splash before forming into an ever-growing puddle behind my feet. When finished, I wiped myself with a tissue from my pocket before discarding them into my own puddle and pulling up my shorts. I looked back again to admire the urine dripping off the leaves of the bush like it had been washed with a hose and the puddle that had run from the base of the bush and down the incline towards where I was squatting before heading back onto the court where Nikki waited for me with an amused expression on her face.

"Feel better?" she asked with a smile. "Much!" I replied, relieved to be out of that situation. "Let's continue the game!"

Edited March 18, 2023 by sd91

[nopjans 1,178]

My husband and I were walking together through the city center after a fun night out, eating dinner and drinking wine. As we were walking, I stated to feel a twinge in my body. The wine has finished its journey and it was time to find a new home for that special elixir. I whispered to my husband that I needed to pee and he pointed to a shopping plaza, thinking we could use a restroom in one of the shops. But oh no! All the shops were closed for the night. I guess it was later than we realized. Still, this but this presented a different kind of opportunity. I spotted a fashionable boutique and approached the store.

The clothing in the window display was immaculately stylish. The owner clearly took great pride in their shop and merchandise. In that moment though, the storefront was nothing more than a convenient place to take a well-deserved piss. I approach the door and lowered my pants. I shivered feeling the cold night air against my pussy as I dropped into a low squat. Relief surged through my body as it released a thick, massive stream of pale gold piss. Heavy droplets bounced up as the stream hammered the ground, sticking to the wood and glass door. Feeling the piss draining from my body, I sighed happily and admired the massive, growing puddle flooding the doorway. After the stream died off, I contracted my  muscles and blasted a final surge of urine past my pussy lips onto the ground in front of the shop. Then I removed a tissue from my bag to dry the piss from my pussy and legs. I carelessly tossed the soiled tissue onto the ground in front of the door, which made my husband laugh.

Once I stood up and stepped aside, he his cock from his pants. It was his turn to show his appreciation for the owner's efforts in creating a beautiful and inviting storefront. I couldn't help but grab his cock as he begins pissing, aiming the stream all over the shop door. The lock and door handle received a generous coating of golden liquid, then we turned our attention to the shop window. Rivulets of warm piss washed over the glass, pooling on the ground, joining the lake I deposited moments before. When his relief was complete We laughed at the mess we made. I do hope the shop owner is honored that we left such a generous gift!

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a 42 year old married mother of four kids. I love peeing in random places and always have, though of course never when the kids are around. My husband loves watching me doing it and always cleans up after me. I get a buzz out of just pissing anywhere I feel like and then watching him dutifully cleaning up the mess. I feel a kind of freedom and dominance which is quite thrilling. I might just squat and pee on the living room carpet, after which my husband will get the carpet cleaner out and do his best to clean up. It is actually such a rush just squatting there and peeing on the carpet without having to worry about the mess.

I pee on our bedroom carpet more often though, because the kids never go in there, and if hubby is out clean up can be left til later.

When hubby is home but the kids are not, nor are they expected to be, I will think nothing of peeing all over the kitchen floor for my husband to mop it up. Sometimes I might get up onto the table and piss all over it. I also get a buzz out of peeing on the bathroom floor in sight of the toilet which I am deliberately not using.  

I'll pee anywhere, I dont care. The more outrageous the better. More than once I have deliberately peed all over our bed after which my husband had to put the soiled sheets in the wash and do his best to dry out the mattress with a hair dryer, lol. I suppose it sounds quite comical. Generally by bed time the mattress is still damp so we end up turning it over so that we can sleep on the dry side. When all the sheets are stripped off you can still see faint yellow stains all over it as a reminder. 

Sometimes I will stand and pee against the bedroom wall or do adventurous things like place a glass on the floor and stand there with my legs apart trying to piss in it. Most of it ends up on the carpet, lol.. Another thing I like to do is piss in the laundry basket all over the clothes inside it, then get my husband to do the washing. 

I love my life and love this magazine, which always reminds me I am not alone in my interests. I never knew before reading this magazine that there were so many ladies around into peeing everywhere.

Thanks to all of you.

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm Carol, a 42 year old lesbian. I work at the local comprehensive school as a maths teacher. My partner for over 12 years now is a buxom blonde nurse, now in her late 30s, called Denise. We have long been open-minded and adventurous when it comes to sexual pleasure. A few years back over several bottles of wine by which time we were fairly drunk, and both in need of a pee, we hit upon the notion of not going to the bathroom and instead peeing all over the tiled kitchen floor for a laugh. Can't even  remember which of us came up with the idea but in no time at all we were both squatting together in the middle of the kitchen, laughing in drunken amusement as we pissed all over the floor. And it was fun. We both got a sexual buzz out of it too. It was a bit of a thrill just pissing somewhere random instead of using the toilet.

From that point on and ever since, whenever we are having a few drinks in together and the alcohol has loosened our inhibitions, we both regularly pee on the kitchen or bathroom floors together, often many times during the course of the evening. Sometimes that kitchen or bathroom floor is totally flooded by the end of a session. Sometimes we get even more outrageous by, for example, peeing on the kitchen table. One time we thought it was a great laugh to stand on opposite sides of the toilet and pee on it together. Except we deliberately left the lid closed when we did it, so most of it ended up on the floor anyway. Another of our things is to stand side by side, naked, facing the bathroom wall and pissing against it.

After a heavy session we often wake up in the morning with a huge mess to clean up either in the kitchen or the bathroom, and often both.

The funny thing is that at school I am a respected professional. Very few of the other teachers even know I am in a lesbian relationship, and I don't think any of my pupils do. And certainly none of them know that my partner and I frequently spend our weekends pissing all over the place in our kitchen and bathroom. I find that naughty secret quite thrilling. 

And we do find it both erotic and a good laugh to be as outrageously naughty as possible, doing things like pissing in the dishwasher or the washing machine. One time amidst much laughter I opened the fridge door and stood there pissing in it. Was quite expensive though because we had to throw all the pissed on food away afterwards. In the bathroom we will often piss in the dirty laundry basket. The clothes are going to be washed anyway, right? So there's no problem with pissing on them.

We have via the internet met a few female friends who also have a thing about peeing. It is also via the internet that we found this magazine, full of ladies pissing all over carpets and suchlike. Now the idea of being that outrageous definitely appeals but we are generally wary of ruining our own place or living in a house that stinks of stale pee. We have long admired their daring of course. 

Now back to the ladies we have gotten to know who share our interest. There is Sandra a 32 year old bisexual barmaid  who has a friends with benefits situation going on with some rich guy who buys her expensive presents and who likes to watch her pee on his bedroom carpet. She says his bedroom smells very pissy, and the expensive carpet is clearly ruined with yellow tinged stains all over the place. But she says she isn't bothered because it is not her house and not her carpet and that it gives her a buzz to piss on some guys carpet without giving a fuck.

Then there is Melanie, aged 25, and her best friend Sue of the same age, a couple of bisexual office workers. Both have a thing about pissing in naughty places for fun. They have been christening their own bathroom and kitchen floors for years, a bit like us really.

Sometimes Denise and I invite these three girls to our place for wet weekends, a piss party extravaganza, where amidst much drinking and laughter we all piss all over the place in the bathroom and kitchen. We often end up naked and well before we are done the floors of both are totally flooded. By this point, when we walk naked into either of them for yet another fun piss, our bare feet are splashing in the piss already all over the flooded floor. The monday morning clean up is often horrendous, I can tell you. 

Well last week we we were due to refurnish our bedroom, getting a new bed and a new carpet, so we thought beforehand, why not have fun pissing in the bedroom instead? Something we would never normally do. So we organised another wet weekend with the other girls coming over, this time pissing all over the place in our bedroom. Carte blanche to pee anywhere anyone wanted in that room. It was brilliant, all five of us repeatedly pissing on the carpet and on the bed, as well as against the walls and in the wardrobe and drawers. That carpet ended up being so totally soaked that you could hear our bare feet squelching as we walked on it. And as for the bed, the mattress was totally ruined, so saturated with constant pissings, that pee was dripping from underneath onto the carpet below every time someone had yet another piss on it. Melanie even stood naked as she gleefully peed against our curtains. The carpet and bed in particular got peed on every which way, naked ladies standing, semi-squatting or squatting, in corners or in the middle of the room, upon the bed too. It was one long prolonged party of drinking, dancing, laughing and pissing. At one point Sandra the barmaid wanted the rest of us to pee all over her. Well why not? If thats what she wanted. Pissing all over another girl was fun. I think we all enjoyed pissing on her

I dread to think what the disposal men thought when they took away our utterly piss soaked mattress and carpet, lol.

Well it seems that since then Sandra has told her rich friends with benefits guy about us. Because it seems he is now offering us a lot of money just to watch us all pissing on his bedroom carpet. Well, as a lesbian, guys do nothing for me but a few extra grand would be nice, and pissing on the carpet will be fun so who cares if some rich dude with a hard on is watching. Easy money, really. So we are all going to do it as soon as we get a night when we are all free.

 

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Hanna and I am a 38 year old German lady living in Berlin with my husband. I am an actress and I specialise in performance art in the theatre. My husband works for the government. One of my favourite performances was the time I had to pee on the stage whilst naked. And all in front of a rather large audience. Little did they know that I like peeing and enjoyed being an exhibitionist. That show ran for a week so every evening for a week I'd make sure I had a full bladder so as to be ready for that wonderful moment when I got to semi-squat naked and piss all over the stage in front of all those people. The hardest thing about it was having to remain poker faced throughout my performance when I really wanted to grin with pleasure. Still, it felt glorious just to leave it there and shortly afterwards walk off the stage, knowing that some cleaner was going to have to clean up after me.

You see, I like pissing. I don't like being peed on and don't really care for peeing on someone else. I just like the freedom of peeing someplace without bothering to go to the bathroom. And my husband is my soulmate in that respect. It is a regular part of our routine just to pee in the bedroom before bed, or during the night, or first thing in the morning. We have been doing it for nearly 15 years now. My husband will tend to either pee against one of the bedroom walls or else just pee on the carpet in some corner. Sometimes when I feel particularly naughty I like to hold his dick for him as he pees. I have attempted to pee against the wall too but it seems to mostly splash onto my legs and feet when I try. Mostly I just squat or semi-squat and pee on the bedroom carpet. Could be anywhere: in a corner if I feel like being discrete, or otherwise maybe right in the middle of the room. But most often I just squat right beside the bed and just pee there. 

I love the sight of my own pee splashing down onto the carpet and slowly seeping into it. But the sounds are just as erotic as the sight - the womanly hissing, the soft sound of it hitting the carpet which grows louder and more splashy as the patch of carpet I am peeing on grows saturated. The room does inevitably smell quite a lot of pee, but we don't care. This might sound gross to some but in a very kinky way it just adds to the thrill, an ever present aromatic reminder of our fun.

We do have kids but they are not allowed into our bedroom so are none the wiser. We know the boundaries and never want them to be aware of the evidence of our peeing fun.

Of course our constant pissings mean that the carpet gets totally ruined quite quickly so we end up having to replace it every six months or so, always choosing a time when the kids are not home. But the thrill of having a full blown long piss on a brand new carpet  is just brilliant.  

No one knows of our peeing naughtiness except a few random people we met on the internet with similar interests. A few times one or more of them have travelled to us as guests with an invitation to join us in peeing in the bedroom. One female guest was right up in her 50s but was happy to make use of our facilities, gleefully peeing on the carpet several times during her visit....and a couple in their 20s seemed to enjoy being naked and peeing all over the carpet in the middle of the room. She was grinning with glee and he had a growing hard on so they were clearly getting off on it. I guess the weirdest one was these two lesbians who squatted naked and facing each other in the middle of the room, peeing all over each other's hands as well as on the carpet. 

Anyway, that's our story. Our own bedroom constantly used as somewhere to piss all over the carpets and against the walls at random, both by ourselves and occasionally select guests. It's very erotic in a kinky way and a lot of fun. Just peeing in the toilet is so totally boring in comparison. 

 

Edited April 6, 2023 by steve25805

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet

My husband and I are both a couple of shop workers in our late 20s. I'm Helen and his name is Dave. We have both long been into the peeing thing. Dave especially loves having me pee on him. But we are also into the whole random peeing thing, doing it on the kitchen or bathroom floors or against the walls and on the table. It really is quite good fun. But what I really want to tell you about is this pee party we recently went to.

You see, we have gotten to know of two other couples with similar interests via fetish sites online who live within travelling distance. There is Mark and Samantha, a couple of thirty something IT workers. And there is also Ken and Trudy, both in their early 40s. He earns good money in banking whilst she is a hospital manager in the NHS. We have all met up before, and Mark and Samantha have even peed on our kitchen floor with us. 

Anyway, the older couple Ken and Trudy were shelling out for a major home refurbishment, new carpets, beds and furniture, so decided it might be fun if we all met up at theirs for a full on party of drinking and peeing beforehand. No holds barred, license to pee absolutely anywhere. We were all up for it of course.

So on the appointed evening first Dave and I showed up and shortly after, Mark and Samantha turned up, and we were all soon chatting away together over a few drinks in the living room, copious quantities of alcohol having been laid on. And shortly the real fun started when Ken announced that it was time to break the ice and get this party going, as he unzipped his fly and took his dick out right there in front of us all. He stood there holding his dick in the middle of the room and started pissing all over the carpet. We all looked on in approval.

Then his wife Trudy stepped out of her panties which she tossed aside, lifted the front of her skirt as she stood there with her legs apart, and then she too was gleefully pissing all over another patch of the carpet.

Samantha took off her footwear and stepped out of her jeans and panties so that she was naked from the waste down, and popped a squat on the sofa, christening it with her yellow torrent. Mark, her husband, stood peeing against the wall.

Well then it was Dave and I who, being exhibitionists, both undressed entirely so we were completely naked. Everyone else took their cue from us and took all their clothes off too. And then I was holding Dave's dick and aiming it all around as he peed all over a large area of the carpet. After that I stood facing the coffee table with my legs apart and hips thrust forward, swinging my hips from side to side as I peed all over that table.

And this is pretty much how the evening continued, with much drinking and laughter and frequent pissings. That carpet kept being peed on and was ruined, all the furniture got peed all over and the walls were frequently peed against, and not only by the men. I myself stood and peed against the wall. 

As the evening progressed our pleasures expanded out of the living room into the rest of the house, with the kitchen and bathroom floors being peed on, the dining room table and carpet being peed all over, and the bedroom carpet and the bed itself being pissed on numerous times. We ladies were frequently holding dicks as the guys pissed in wardrobes and cupboards, on floors and carpets and against walls. And we ladies ourselves were standing, semi-squatting or squatting just about everywhere and peeing all over the place. 

At one point, amidst much laughter, Trudy stood pissing in her own fridge. I myself stood astride the toilet with it's lid still closed and peed there anyway, adding still more pee to the flooded bathroom floor. Kitchen cupboards were opened and peed in. The carpeted hallway and stairs were peed all over. The spare bedrooms and their beds and walls were peed in, on, or against. 

We were at it all evening and night until dawn. Drinking and pissing. Never before have I had such a great time. I cant believe we managed to do so much pissing, with pee-soaked beds, peed in wardrobes, cupboards and drawers, pee stained walls, squelchy wet, piss-soaked carpets, table and kitchen counter surfaces glistening with pee, sofa and armchairs covered in piss, tiled floors a flood of piss. It was great fun all of us making that mess.

I look forward to the next time someone wants a home refurbishment.

[gldenwetgoose 21,487]

The premise is it's all fictional - imaginary letters written to a 'specialist' magazine.

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet

My 32 year old, blonde, curvaceous, big busted and totally sexy wife has long been in the habit of pissing in a glass bowl at night which she keeps under the bed. Every couple of days she empties it. This habit began when the kids were very young and she was reluctant to risk waking them by going to the bathroom. Since we generally sleep in the nude, she is usually naked and facing me as she squats over the glass bowl pissing in it. She has gotten to know that this turns me on so does it now as much for my pleasure as out of convenience. I also think she enjoys doing it, judging by the grin on her face during her flow. She'll generally pee in it last thing before bed, and often first thing in the morning, and occasionally also if she has to go in the middle of the night.

It has long been one of our little pleasures.

Well the other night we had undressed for bed and she crouched down naked and reached under the bed for the bowl. But it wasn't there. She'd emptied it in the bathroom that morning and rinsed it out but forgot to bring it back. "Shit", she said. "The bowls in the bathroom."

Then she smiled a naughty smile and said "Fuck it. I might as well just piss on the floor."

I couldn't believe my ears or my luck. In a moment she was squatting naked beside the bed facing me as so often. But this time there was nothing beneath her to be peed into. Instead she just started pissing right there on the carpet, a gleeful grin on her face. Her golden torrent was spraying down forcefully onto the carpet making an ever louder splashing sound as a spreading pool of pee formed upon it, slowly seeping in. She briefly looked down at the mess she was making and chuckled, "When a girls got to go a girls got to go."

By the time she was done, the wet patch on the carpet was rather large. She took another piss there in the morning too.

Since then she has gone back to using the bowl. We just left the carpet to dry out on it's own. The room is starting to smell a bit pissy which we are having to mask with air freshener but that should fade in time.

Anyway, that's the time I got to see my naked wife pissing on the carpet.

[steve25805 126,021]

Dear Wet Carpet.

My name is Faye and I work as a secretary for a large company. And I have a naughty secret that no one knows about, though your readers can no doubt guess what it is. You see, I like pissing and always have since I was little. When young I started to do it on my bedroom carpet until my mum found out and went ballistic, ranting about what a dirty little bitch I was. She made me feel so bad and ashamed, and I have been rather conflicted ever since. A part of me feels very inhibited about peeing in random places in my own home, the shame my mother filled me with hard to overcome. I have never really managed to do anything naughtier than peeing in the shower or in the sink. I read all the letters in your magazine of course and get a real buzz out of  reading about ladies of all ages pissing all over the carpet or furniture and whatever. I would love to do the same and regularly fantasise about doing it but am just too inhibited.

But a couple of weeks ago I was accompanying my boss on a business trip and was staying in my own hotel room. And much to my surprise actually I found myself feeling much less inhibited when it came to peeing somewhere random when it was owned by some anonymous business. My main concern, rather, was getting caught. But I really did want to pee on that plush hotel room carpet. 

And I had the greatest idea. I heaved the heavy wardrobe away from the wall to expose the carpet underneath it. I reasoned that if I peed there and covered it with the wardrobe again, by the time anyone found it it would be far too late to connect it with me. I walked to the area where the wardrobe was situated, stepped out of my panties and lowered myself down into a squat whilst hoisting the back of my skirt. For several delicious moments I just stayed there squatting, savouring the thought of what I was about to do. And then I started doing it, pissing right there on the carpet. What a total rush. It was brilliant, the hissing sound, the muffled sound of it spraying the carpet, the sight of the growing wet patch beneath me and between my legs. That carpet really was getting a true golden shower as well, my pee a strong golden colour. It was quite a long piss too, making a large puddle. And I think it was probably the most enjoyable piss I have ever had.

When I was done I stood up and admired the mess I had made, rubbing my clit to orgasm as I did so.

Then I heaved the wardrobe back into place leaving no visible sign of my carpet toilet. And hoped it wouldn't be discovered until it was too late to blame me. After all, if my employers knew what I'd done I'd never survive the embarrassment.

And it's looking good so far because two weeks have gone by and I've heard nothing so I think I have gotten away with it.

[gldenwetgoose 21,487]

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

Your readers will probably remember that thing that used to be on the radio, where listeners write in with their confessions and the people in the studio decide to give forgiveness - well this is sort of one of those posts.

It's a thing that happened last month, and to be honest I've only just brought myself to the point of confessing it.  So here I am asking for forgiveness.  Actually what's done is done so it doesn't really matter does it.

It was a Wednesday evening and late night Christmas Shopping night.  I'd finished work and instead of the normal drive home I'd gone into town and parked in the multi-storey for a bit of retail therapy.   First stop had been my favourite fast food diner for a quick wrap.  They do bottomless drink refills there and before I knew it I'd had a couple of large cups of Sprite.  Then a wander around the shops, fairly successfully in what I wanted and finally a wander through the Christmas markets.  I bumped into a couple of friends and we ended up grabbing a hot spicy mulled wine or two - non alcoholic of course as I had to drive home.

Anyway, eventually I realised the time and said my good-byes to head to the car park.  The other thing was, the cold night air and the soft drinks I'd had were really making me want a wee.  There were no toilets in the outdoor market and the shops were beginning to close too.  So I headed to the car park, hoping the journey home would be quick.

Of course nothing is ever simple is it.   Standing in the car park entrance juggling shopping bags and hunting through my purse for the ticket, my bladder was protesting and by the time I'd put the ticket into the machine and followed the on-screen instructions to pay it was screaming in agony.  If anyone saw a blonde lady pee dancing and cursing at the machine that was me.  I didn't want to bother waiting for the lift so I clattered up the stairs and slammed the doors open on the parking level.  Rooting through my handbag as a half-ran half-hobbled I found my keys and pressed the button, hearing the reassuring beep and clunk of my car unlocking.

I grabbed the handle - and nothing.  The door wouldn't open.  A shiver of panic ran through my body, I literally had to clamp a hand between my legs as I fumbled with the keys.  I put the key in the lock itself and turned but still nothing, and the more I tried the more I began to panic, the more I was literally about to wet myself.

"Perfect" I thought to myself and took a deep breath.  I put all the bags down carefully on the floor, then squatted down breathing deeply.  I'm not sure it helped, but it did give me a moment.  After a couple of seconds I put my key back in the lock, carefully jiggling it as a forced it to turn and managed to open the door.   As I did so, that need to empty my desperate bladder came back with a vengeance.   As I reached down to grab all the bags I felt the first hot spurt of wee gush into my knickers, but I quickly managed to clench and regain control.

A few more deep breaths and I put my key into the ignition - and to my horror it wouldn't turn.  That was the final straw, and my floodgates literally burst open.  I felt my entire lady parts and bum flush with warmth that tickled and warmed as it worked its way in every direction.  One the one hand it felt amazing and on the other hand horrifying that I was fully wetting myself.  But these things happen I reasoned.  I waited patiently for my flow to stop, and then opened my belt and top button.  I had a dark wet patch on my satin underwear which no doubt was spread all over too.  It took a moment or two to process, before I reached towards my glove box for the tissues I keep in there.

 

Now - about this confession - as I opened the glove box, to my horror no tissues.  But instead a glasses case, hat, road map... none of which I own.  And even more horrifying was the child seat in the back.

So - if you were in town last month Christmas shopping and someone broke into your car to use it as their personal toilet - I'm so, so sorry.   And I'm sorry for running off and not even leaving a note.   My car, that I'd heard beep and unlock, would you believe was the same model and colour and parked two spaces further down.

So again, I'm so, so sorry. I hope your car dried up ok.

Sally

[Kupar 13,339]

1 hour ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

Your readers will probably remember that thing that used to be on the radio, where listeners write in with their confessions and the people in the studio decide to give forgiveness - well this is sort of one of those posts.

It's a thing that happened last month, and to be honest I've only just brought myself to the point of confessing it.  So here I am asking for forgiveness.  Actually what's done is done so it doesn't really matter does it.

It was a Wednesday evening and late night Christmas Shopping night.  I'd finished work and instead of the normal drive home I'd gone into town and parked in the multi-storey for a bit of retail therapy.   First stop had been my favourite fast food diner for a quick wrap.  They do bottomless drink refills there and before I knew it I'd had a couple of large cups of Sprite.  Then a wander around the shops, fairly successfully in what I wanted and finally a wander through the Christmas markets.  I bumped into a couple of friends and we ended up grabbing a hot spicy mulled wine or two - non alcoholic of course as I had to drive home.

Anyway, eventually I realised the time and said my good-byes to head to the car park.  The other thing was, the cold night air and the soft drinks I'd had were really making me want a wee.  There were no toilets in the outdoor market and the shops were beginning to close too.  So I headed to the car park, hoping the journey home would be quick.

Of course nothing is ever simple is it.   Standing in the car park entrance juggling shopping bags and hunting through my purse for the ticket, my bladder was protesting and by the time I'd put the ticket into the machine and followed the on-screen instructions to pay it was screaming in agony.  If anyone saw a blonde lady pee dancing and cursing at the machine that was me.  I didn't want to bother waiting for the lift so I clattered up the stairs and slammed the doors open on the parking level.  Rooting through my handbag as a half-ran half-hobbled I found my keys and pressed the button, hearing the reassuring beep and clunk of my car unlocking.

I grabbed the handle - and nothing.  The door wouldn't open.  A shiver of panic ran through my body, I literally had to clamp a hand between my legs as I fumbled with the keys.  I put the key in the lock itself and turned but still nothing, and the more I tried the more I began to panic, the more I was literally about to wet myself.

"Perfect" I thought to myself and took a deep breath.  I put all the bags down carefully on the floor, then squatted down breathing deeply.  I'm not sure it helped, but it did give me a moment.  After a couple of seconds I put my key back in the lock, carefully jiggling it as a forced it to turn and managed to open the door.   As I did so, that need to empty my desperate bladder came back with a vengeance.   As I reached down to grab all the bags I felt the first hot spurt of wee gush into my knickers, but I quickly managed to clench and regain control.

A few more deep breaths and I put my key into the ignition - and to my horror it wouldn't turn.  That was the final straw, and my floodgates literally burst open.  I felt my entire lady parts and bum flush with warmth that tickled and warmed as it worked its way in every direction.  One the one hand it felt amazing and on the other hand horrifying that I was fully wetting myself.  But these things happen I reasoned.  I waited patiently for my flow to stop, and then opened my belt and top button.  I had a dark wet patch on my satin underwear which no doubt was spread all over too.  It took a moment or two to process, before I reached towards my glove box for the tissues I keep in there.

 

Now - about this confession - as I opened the glove box, to my horror no tissues.  But instead a glasses case, hat, road map... none of which I own.  And even more horrifying was the child seat in the back.

So - if you were in town last month Christmas shopping and someone broke into your car to use it as their personal toilet - I'm so, so sorry.   And I'm sorry for running off and not even leaving a note.   My car, that I'd heard beep and unlock, would you believe was the same model and colour and parked two spaces further down.

So again, I'm so, so sorry. I hope your car dried up ok.

Sally

Absolutely forgiven Sally! Could have happened to anyone. Don't worry about it - I know it's a big deal to confess, but you'll have nothing but sympathy (and not a little encouragement) from readers here 💖

[Sophie 24,410]

On 5/5/2023 at 12:57 PM, gldenwetgoose said:

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

Your readers will probably remember that thing that used to be on the radio, where listeners write in with their confessions and the people in the studio decide to give forgiveness - well this is sort of one of those posts.

It's a thing that happened last month, and to be honest I've only just brought myself to the point of confessing it.  So here I am asking for forgiveness.  Actually what's done is done so it doesn't really matter does it.

It was a Wednesday evening and late night Christmas Shopping night.  I'd finished work and instead of the normal drive home I'd gone into town and parked in the multi-storey for a bit of retail therapy.   First stop had been my favourite fast food diner for a quick wrap.  They do bottomless drink refills there and before I knew it I'd had a couple of large cups of Sprite.  Then a wander around the shops, fairly successfully in what I wanted and finally a wander through the Christmas markets.  I bumped into a couple of friends and we ended up grabbing a hot spicy mulled wine or two - non alcoholic of course as I had to drive home.

Anyway, eventually I realised the time and said my good-byes to head to the car park.  The other thing was, the cold night air and the soft drinks I'd had were really making me want a wee.  There were no toilets in the outdoor market and the shops were beginning to close too.  So I headed to the car park, hoping the journey home would be quick.

Of course nothing is ever simple is it.   Standing in the car park entrance juggling shopping bags and hunting through my purse for the ticket, my bladder was protesting and by the time I'd put the ticket into the machine and followed the on-screen instructions to pay it was screaming in agony.  If anyone saw a blonde lady pee dancing and cursing at the machine that was me.  I didn't want to bother waiting for the lift so I clattered up the stairs and slammed the doors open on the parking level.  Rooting through my handbag as a half-ran half-hobbled I found my keys and pressed the button, hearing the reassuring beep and clunk of my car unlocking.

I grabbed the handle - and nothing.  The door wouldn't open.  A shiver of panic ran through my body, I literally had to clamp a hand between my legs as I fumbled with the keys.  I put the key in the lock itself and turned but still nothing, and the more I tried the more I began to panic, the more I was literally about to wet myself.

"Perfect" I thought to myself and took a deep breath.  I put all the bags down carefully on the floor, then squatted down breathing deeply.  I'm not sure it helped, but it did give me a moment.  After a couple of seconds I put my key back in the lock, carefully jiggling it as a forced it to turn and managed to open the door.   As I did so, that need to empty my desperate bladder came back with a vengeance.   As I reached down to grab all the bags I felt the first hot spurt of wee gush into my knickers, but I quickly managed to clench and regain control.

A few more deep breaths and I put my key into the ignition - and to my horror it wouldn't turn.  That was the final straw, and my floodgates literally burst open.  I felt my entire lady parts and bum flush with warmth that tickled and warmed as it worked its way in every direction.  One the one hand it felt amazing and on the other hand horrifying that I was fully wetting myself.  But these things happen I reasoned.  I waited patiently for my flow to stop, and then opened my belt and top button.  I had a dark wet patch on my satin underwear which no doubt was spread all over too.  It took a moment or two to process, before I reached towards my glove box for the tissues I keep in there.

 

Now - about this confession - as I opened the glove box, to my horror no tissues.  But instead a glasses case, hat, road map... none of which I own.  And even more horrifying was the child seat in the back.

So - if you were in town last month Christmas shopping and someone broke into your car to use it as their personal toilet - I'm so, so sorry.   And I'm sorry for running off and not even leaving a note.   My car, that I'd heard beep and unlock, would you believe was the same model and colour and parked two spaces further down.

So again, I'm so, so sorry. I hope your car dried up ok.

Sally

All is forgiven Sally! Thank you for sharing.

(ps - Awesome writing Goose!)

[muffinhuntr 1,213]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I had a very mortifying incident yesterday and I had to tell someone about it so I'm writing you.. I had a job interview, but I had to pee so badly! I was almost wetting myself and I felt a squirt or two flood my underwear when I popped into a unisex toilet in the building. The door was unlocked so I went right in to find a man standing at the sink, washing his hands! I apologized, but lifted my skirt, pulled down my already wet knickers and started peeing. I emptied the rest of my bladder into the bowl with a loud splashing noise while the man just stood there., watching.

" I'll be going now." he said but I asked him to stay so it wouldn't look funny if a girl went in the toilet and a man came out! 

"I'm so embarassed." I said " I peed myself a little and now I'm all wet."

"Wipe yourself off as best you can and take off your panties."

I removed my soaked thong and dabbed at my wet ass while he watched. I tried to dry my legs so no no drops of pee were visible. Luckily my skirt was a dark color so wet spots were not noticeable. I put my undies in my purse and turned to face him. He motioned for me to turn around so I showed him my backside and stuck my ass out a little.

"You can tell it's wet but you have to look close."

" Thank you and I'm sorry for barging in on you."

"It's quite alright. Glad to help and you can pee with me anytime."

I smiled, smoothed my skirt and went to the interview commando. I didn't get the job, but pissing with a stranger is something I'll always remember!

Thanks for listening!

Linda

[whiskey35 306]

Thought the way the story was going, you would have went into the interview and it was the same man Linda. If that was the case, I'd bet he would have given you the job.😉

[somedood123 398]

Hi everybody,

I'm Courtney, a young woman 29 years of age, and I've had some... Interesting experiences with pee over the years. This story is something that took place last summer when I was going to a job interview.

I had recently been laid off at my previous job as a result of them downsizing, but fortunately I managed to quickly secure myself a number of interviews. I was wearing a white shirt and a black pencil skirt which just about covered my knees. I have amber-colored hair and on this day I think I had it set up neatly in a high ponytail.
One of these interviews was at a mid-sized company in a small city about 40 minutes driving away. I didn't bother using the GPS for directions because I knew the route, however this meant that it came as a surprise when I, about halfway through the drive, came upon a sign that said the road up ahead was closed for maintenance work. So I had to take a detour which would lengthen the journey by almost 20 minutes. I was a little early so it didn't completely screw it for me, but I would be cutting it very close. The problem, however, was that I had to pee...

You see, I had recently started a project of consuming more water throughout the day. It's good for so many things. The downside? You have to pee pretty much every hour if you're drinking it on an empty stomach. Or drinking too much at once which I had a tendency to do at first.

The plan was to ask the receptionist at the company for the bathroom while I was waiting since I would end up getting there around 20 minutes early. Or failing that... let's just say I am not averse to, what do you call it? A "carside pee" here and there.

I've been on many long drives and often there's nowhere to pee but on the road! You know what I mean if you've ever been squatting between your two open car doors on the side of the road, trying to pee as fast as possible while traffic is whooshing by, and you're hoping the doors hide you because everyone passing by knows exactly what you're doing! But I guess we should learn to not care. Everyone pees and surely everyone's been caught short somewhere. Holding it for too long can lead to plenty of health problems like UTIs or in extreme cases, permanent damage to the bladder... I'd rather not take that risk when there's somewhere I can pee relatively undisturbed.

So why did I not pull over and pee by the roadside? Because I feared those minutes I would spend peeing would be what would make me late. And I wasn't desperate at that point.
I walked into the company lobby with almost five minutes to spare. I greeted the receptionist, a man who looked very uninterested in what was going on around him. I said who I was and that I was there for a job interview. I was going to ask to use the bathroom because I figured I had time, but...

"Yes. They're ready for you now. Let me show you the way", he said almost immediately.

It didn't seem right to ask for a bathroom then so I figured I would just have to hold it through the interview. It was scheduled to take around 50 minutes. Definitely not what you want to hear when you gotta pee, but I've held it in worse situations so I would manage. I'm fairly good at putting my bladder's needs in the back of my mind and just focusing on what's in front of me. For a while anyway.

The receptionist led me up the stairs, and outside a door further down the corridor stood a man waiting for me. Inside were two other older men.
But the interview was a disaster. Not a result of my need to pee, honestly not even the result of anything I said or did. There was just a strange, hostile vibe in the room and at times they were downright rude. Perhaps a test? Well they can keep their job opening if that's how they're going to act.

After about 25 minutes I was beginning to lose my ability to ignore my bladder and was just focused on holding it. I still managed to compose myself fairly well I think, and to my relief, they ended the interview early, roughly 15 minutes after. Those 15 minutes were probably some of the most desperate I've been in quite some time. I should've just squatted next to my car.
They thanked me for my time, and I asked when I could expect to hear from them. "Within a few weeks" came the prompt response.
One of them escorted me out but about half of the way towards the stairs he asked if I could find my own way out.

I continued walking quite fast because I had to pee. Like, I had to fucking piss is probably the right way to describe it. It was at the point where it's almost hurting.
Just before descending the stairs, a thought struck me. Given how they'd behaved during the interview, I wouldn't be surprised if the receptionist would say no to me when asking for a bathroom, since I don't remember seeing anything that indicated they actually had a bathroom for guests. And at this point I was seriously starting to doubt whether I could hold it long enough to find a secluded spot outside where I could pee.
I then had an idea. I turned around just in time to see the backside of the man who had escorted me out as he entered the same room before I heard the door close shut. I was completely alone in the corridor. It was quiet. Didn't see any cameras either.

I was about to do something I'd never done before despite always having had a fairly casual attitude to peeing (like I said, if I have to pee and there's no bathroom, I don't take any issue at all with having to find somewhere private outside where I can squat and empty my bladder - the girls I often went bar hopping with back in college can attest to that!). You've probably guessed it already, but my plan was to pee on the floor and get the hell out of there! The risk of having to drive home with a wet skirt was just too great.

Squatting down right in the corridor or over the stairs was definitely too risky, but along both walls were plenty of doors. The first one on my right was labeled "Supplies". That seemed like a good place to pee, but the door was locked.
On the left hand side was another door, this one with a small window at the top. I stepped forward and peeked through. Empty. It looked to be a meeting room with a large table and chairs dotting each side.
A quick tug on the door handle and what do you know, it budged! I turned my head and looked back at the corridor. Still empty. It was now or never. It was pee time and my bladder knew it.

Inside, I left the door slightly ajar so I could hear if anyone were to approach. I also noticed the rather plush dark green carpet that covered the floor of the room. It was much nicer than what covered the floor outside. For a moment I felt a little bad about being seconds away from wetting it with urine, but on the other hand, I really, really had to pee and it was certainly too late to go back. It was here or in my skirt.

I dashed towards the far end of the table, quickly set my bag down on the table and frantically drew up my skirt.
One quick movement and I had tugged down my white panties. As soon as I had parted my legs as I started to squat... Ahh...
It started gushing out of me. A clear stream with immense force just gushed out and sprayed the carpet, which absorbed it all with no problem. This was perfect. I got to pee and it was a Friday so chances were that no one would come into the room before the following week, leaving plenty of time for my pee to evaporate over the weekend. No one would know I had straight up just taken a piss in a meeting room at a company I had just been trying to get a job at!
I can't tell you for how long I was peeing, but it was a longer pee than average. No surprises there. The relief was orgasmic.
The longer I sat there, the more nervous I got because it felt like so much time was passing while I was peeing.
But finally, my stream slowed to a trickle and after one final spurt, my bladder was empty.

Quick shake, panties up. Skirt down. I was done.
There was a fair amount of wetness on the carpet, but to be honest, unless you specifically looked at it, you probably wouldn't notice. The dark color of the carpet made it hard to see. And by Monday it would probably be dry.
I grabbed my bag and hurried out of there. The corridor was still empty, fortunately.
The receptionist in the lobby was busy staring at his computer screen and didn't even acknowledge my presence, so I just walked out of there with perhaps a tiny smirk on my face. It's not every day you pee on the floor of a company you're trying to get a job at!

But I've never heard back from them as they had promised. Not that it really mattered. Had they offered me the job, I think I would have just declined.  But no matter, I had a great interview somewhere else the following week and ended up getting offered the position there.

I don't pee in the meeting rooms there, but I'll admit to having "washed" the floor of the parking garage a number of times. Why you might ask. Well, sometimes I am working late which sometimes means that the cleaning staff has started cleaning the bathroom by the time I leave. I could probably just go upstairs and use the bathroom at one of the other companies' floors. It's a large office complex with multiple businesses renting out space.
But it's faster just to squat between my car and the wall in the parking garage before driving home for the day. There are only cameras at the entrances as far as I know, so I am not worried. Besides, peeing in parking garages is so common I don't think anyone would be that surprised. Well, perhaps upon seeing that the culprit was indeed a woman dressed for business. We also pee (in public)!

Courtney

[sd91 886]

Hey there,

It's Emma again. 

https://peefans.com/topic/2779-wet-carpet-magazine/?do=findComment&comment=350010

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I once had a wee behind one of those pulled up vans selling refreshments, but that’s another story.

Remember when I said this? This is that story.

A crucial part of being an account executive is the ability to navigate unforeseen circumstances. In my case, this skill extends beyond professional situations. Here's that very memorable story that unfolded during a long drive one morning to a client meeting.

Navigating the meandering roads, I felt my bladder's plea for release grow more urgent. Having had a coffee as I left and sipped on water whilst driving, it wasn't long before the discomfort became unbearable. Looking at the GPS, the promise of a rest stop was ominously distant. Desperation set in. That’s when I saw it - a roadside burger van, my unexpected saviour.

With a quick park and a hop out of my car, I dashed towards the vendor. He was a burly man, serving a customer, his laughter booming through the crisp air.

"Do you happen to have a restroom?" I asked, hopefully. He shook his head apologetically. "Sorry, love, no restroom here. Just burgers."

Taking a deep breath, I decided on my course of action. I was dressed in a black skirt with black tights and a navy blouse, attire hardly meant for such circumstances, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

A woman now behind me having got out of her car shortly after me, I leaned closer to the vendor, my voice dropping to a whisper. "This is a bit embarrassing, but... could I possibly use the bushes behind your van?"

His eyebrows raised momentarily, then a chuckle escaped his lips. "Sure, just make a mess!" he winked.

With a grateful nod, I darted towards the back of the van, given my desperation, I didn't care so much that a woman just behind me might be curious as to what I was up to! that said, my heart pounded as I lifted my skirt, pulling down my tights and black satin thong, revealing the carefully trimmed dark landing strip atop my labia.

I squatted, feeling the cool evening air against my exposed skin, and almost as soon as I dropped below a 90 degree angle, I released. The stream of urine was torrential, a forceful gush of light-yellow liquid that struck the dried leaves below with surprising intensity. The sound was louder than I expected, a cacophony of sounds against the quiet backdrop of the evening. The telltale hiss of the liquid being rushing out of my urethra and jutting open my labia, followed by the sizzle and splash as it hit against the leaves with some force. The smell of my urine was sharp and distinctly human, cutting through the aroma of the grilling burgers. The smell seemed to follow the steam; generated by my warm fluids reaching the cool air and even cooler ground.

Crouched behind the burger van, feeling my stream of urine hit the dried leaves, I was acutely aware of every sensation, but none moreso than the relief and alleviating pressure on my bladder, followed by the warmth I feel as it passes through me and between my legs. Thirdly I'm aware of tiny spatters of splashback against my cool thighs and backside. The overall sensation of this weeing experience. was almost heavenly. My vagina, usually hidden and private, was fully exposed and actively participating in this public setting, its inner muscles orchestrating a forceful flow.

My urine continued to pour out of me, a steady stream that held a rhythmic pattern. Along with the sound, it seemed to harmonise with the far-off sounds of the busy road, the low hum of the vendor's van, and the occasional laughter from the customer. The strong, earthy aroma of my urine mixed with the smell of dried leaves, creating an oddly natural scent in the air.

For a few long seconds, it was just me and nature - primal, raw, and liberating. This was a testament to a fundamental part of being human, a necessary process usually hidden behind closed doors, now taking place right here, behind a place of business of sorts, people less than 5 metres away whilst I take care of a very different kind of business.

As I squatted there, my stream started to lose its vigour, tapering from a gushing stream into a softer trickle. My bladder, once stretched taut with urgency, began to relax. My vaginal muscles squeezed as I emptied the last few squirts from my body, seeing no reason why I should fully empty myself whilst I have the opportunity. As the last few sprays jetted past, I reached for the tissue in my pocket, ready to conclude this impromptu rendezvous with nature.

My bladder finally emptied, and a quick wipe later, I was pulling up my tights, an unusual sense of relief holding over me.

As I walked around to the front of the van to discard the sodden tissue in the bin, I noticed the young woman, the vendor's customer. She was smirking, a spark of amusement in her eyes.

"Sounded like you really had to go," she said, her grin wide. "You're braver than I am!"

I laughed whilst a wave of embarassed warmth ran over me. However I quickly collected myself, throwing a wave in their direction "I was ready to burst to be honest! I guess when you have to go, you have to go!". I approached the vendor saying "I'm sorry about that, it was that or wet myself" The vendor shrugged and said, "No harm done, but next time remember we only do burgers, not bathrooms!" his booming laugh becoming apparent again, followed by a chuckle from his customer.

Reflecting on that day, I recognise the lengths we sometimes go to when nature urgently calls. This experience taught me that as long as you respect the people around you, there aren't many places you can't answer that call. I also learned how exhilarating it can be having a massive, steamy wee merely metres away from some strangers whilst they hear the whole thing!

[hentaixt 1,581]

Hey there. So, I actually work as a coat check girl in a strip club. That might sound odd, but we have been in operation for over 80 years and they are leaning on "tradition." Anyway, I have short story to tell.
The other day we had a group of fellows come in, we get lots of high-end business men in suit jackets, which means I do serve a purpose other than eye-candy at the entrance. To give you an idea, I'm required to be topless, and must be wearing a thong. Otherwise, I have complete freedom. I often put on a cup-less bra or garters. They even allow me crotchless thongs once a month or when we have an event. As I was saying though, we had a couple, three guys come in the other day. The first one hands me his jacket. As I walked away, I heard "I see why she's up here, nothing to look at up there." Now, I am a petite girl and my breasts are small to modest. That's still no reason to be rude. I literally chucked the jacket on the floor so I knew which it was and grabbed the number off the hanger as I tossed it on top. I returned and handed over the number politely.
"Don't mind him, just having a bad day, that's why we came here."
"It's fine." I said with a smile, "There are plenty of men that like my boobs just fine. I mean you're looking, right?"
We both chuckled as I carried his coat back to hang up. As I straightened it, I stuck a "Free Lap Dance" card in the pocket for him. I returned again and spoke to the last gentleman. "I want to apologize too. That was uncalled for and not right. Can I get you a drink?"
"No alcohol on the clock, but tell Suzie to bring me a bottle of water. I know how to deal with THAT TYPE."
Suzie is one of our bustiest servers. She sports a 34KK bra, so you know what I mean. She will go topless, but it is at a HEAVY cost... $750 for HALF an HOUR. Sure enough, when she brought me my bottle, she was without her bra. "Hey [Coat Check], the average looking blond guys told me to bring you a water on his tab."
"Thanks Suzie. I'm going to slip my number in his coat pocket for being so nice. Let me guess, the boisterous asshole paid for your tits?"
{Sarcastically} "How'd Y'know?"
"Well, you know what I'm doing with this as always." I swept the water off the counter with a swing of my arm. "Thanks."
So, I popped the lid and started draining the bottle. We have fancy, expensive, designer water, but some of it is really good. The carbonated stuff is terrible, but it floods through my system like nothing flat (pun intended). Most the time I prefer distilled for the clean "flavor." With half the bottle and fifteen minutes down, it was time to do what was needed. I made sure there were no guests and bounced off back to the jacket on the floor. You can kind of guess what comes next, after all this is a thread for peeing. While I was dropping the thong to my ankles, I grabbed one of the sleeves, when I stood back up, I made sure it was nice and open, then cupped it over my bushless slit. It was completely natural to me and I peed right down the opening without hesitation. I could feel my heavy stream impact around the bicep area and rush down the remaining distance to the silk lining. I went for a good ten seconds adjusting the cuff so I got the interior good and wet. I dropped it and squatted down still in full release and sprayed the exterior while I got the other sleeve. Standing back up, it went right over my flow again until I finished about fifteen seconds later. I wiped using the collar and hung it on the hanger and rack as it dripped urine on the carpet.  Nothing too eventful after that. I did finish the bottle of water, but the jacket was not going to take anymore piss, so I just let go in the back over the old furnace vent. It went down to the basement where the original fire burner was located, but it was dangerous and inefficient, so abandoned decades ago. It was a fun place to release as I got to hear it patter and splash as it sloshed down the duct work. After two hours the guys came back for their coats. The jerk was first, but clearly well past drunk. The blond guy found his tag for him and handed it over to me with his own. I collected both and then returned for the other. As I gave it back, lightly folded, I told them very clearly, "Be sure to check your pockets, especially you two. Also remember-" Here I pointed at the sign next to the window that reads:

The Establishment is not liable for damage or loss of items from articles while stored in Check.

"You may find that important for your 'friend' there later." They thanked me and left.
Suzie came over putting her bra back on saying she was topless for more than three fourths the time she served them. "That guy may have been a complete douche-bag, but I got enough money for a nice vacation now. I think I am going to go to one of the nudist friendly countries this time."
"I heard about a couple of tiny island nations where they let you go naked all the time and encourage you to pee everywhere too. What do you think?"
"OH! That sounds like heaven~"

[cjm3rcl1n3 52]

On 6/11/2023 at 6:36 PM, hentaixt said:

Hey there. So, I actually work as a coat check girl in a strip club. That might sound odd, but we have been in operation for over 80 years and they are leaning on "tradition." Anyway, I have short story to tell.
The other day we had a group of fellows come in, we get lots of high-end business men in suit jackets, which means I do serve a purpose other than eye-candy at the entrance. To give you an idea, I'm required to be topless, and must be wearing a thong. Otherwise, I have complete freedom. I often put on a cup-less bra or garters. They even allow me crotchless thongs once a month or when we have an event. As I was saying though, we had a couple, three guys come in the other day. The first one hands me his jacket. As I walked away, I heard "I see why she's up here, nothing to look at up there." Now, I am a petite girl and my breasts are small to modest. That's still no reason to be rude. I literally chucked the jacket on the floor so I knew which it was and grabbed the number off the hanger as I tossed it on top. I returned and handed over the number politely.
"Don't mind him, just having a bad day, that's why we came here."
"It's fine." I said with a smile, "There are plenty of men that like my boobs just fine. I mean you're looking, right?"
We both chuckled as I carried his coat back to hang up. As I straightened it, I stuck a "Free Lap Dance" card in the pocket for him. I returned again and spoke to the last gentleman. "I want to apologize too. That was uncalled for and not right. Can I get you a drink?"
"No alcohol on the clock, but tell Suzie to bring me a bottle of water. I know how to deal with THAT TYPE."
Suzie is one of our bustiest servers. She sports a 34KK bra, so you know what I mean. She will go topless, but it is at a HEAVY cost... $750 for HALF an HOUR. Sure enough, when she brought me my bottle, she was without her bra. "Hey [Coat Check], the average looking blond guys told me to bring you a water on his tab."
"Thanks Suzie. I'm going to slip my number in his coat pocket for being so nice. Let me guess, the boisterous asshole paid for your tits?"
{Sarcastically} "How'd Y'know?"
"Well, you know what I'm doing with this as always." I swept the water off the counter with a swing of my arm. "Thanks."
So, I popped the lid and started draining the bottle. We have fancy, expensive, designer water, but some of it is really good. The carbonated stuff is terrible, but it floods through my system like nothing flat (pun intended). Most the time I prefer distilled for the clean "flavor." With half the bottle and fifteen minutes down, it was time to do what was needed. I made sure there were no guests and bounced off back to the jacket on the floor. You can kind of guess what comes next, after all this is a thread for peeing. While I was dropping the thong to my ankles, I grabbed one of the sleeves, when I stood back up, I made sure it was nice and open, then cupped it over my bushless slit. It was completely natural to me and I peed right down the opening without hesitation. I could feel my heavy stream impact around the bicep area and rush down the remaining distance to the silk lining. I went for a good ten seconds adjusting the cuff so I got the interior good and wet. I dropped it and squatted down still in full release and sprayed the exterior while I got the other sleeve. Standing back up, it went right over my flow again until I finished about fifteen seconds later. I wiped using the collar and hung it on the hanger and rack as it dripped urine on the carpet.  Nothing too eventful after that. I did finish the bottle of water, but the jacket was not going to take anymore piss, so I just let go in the back over the old furnace vent. It went down to the basement where the original fire burner was located, but it was dangerous and inefficient, so abandoned decades ago. It was a fun place to release as I got to hear it patter and splash as it sloshed down the duct work. After two hours the guys came back for their coats. The jerk was first, but clearly well past drunk. The blond guy found his tag for him and handed it over to me with his own. I collected both and then returned for the other. As I gave it back, lightly folded, I told them very clearly, "Be sure to check your pockets, especially you two. Also remember-" Here I pointed at the sign next to the window that reads:

The Establishment is not liable for damage or loss of items from articles while stored in Check.

"You may find that important for your 'friend' there later." They thanked me and left.
Suzie came over putting her bra back on saying she was topless for more than three fourths the time she served them. "That guy may have been a complete douche-bag, but I got enough money for a nice vacation now. I think I am going to go to one of the nudist friendly countries this time."
"I heard about a couple of tiny island nations where they let you go naked all the time and encourage you to pee everywhere too. What do you think?"
"OH! That sounds like heaven~"

I could live on an island like that. 😉 Thanks for the story!

[hentaixt 1,581]

Hey all, again. I'm not sure if anyone’s still here from before, but for a short rundown, here we go. It's me, the guy whose mom got divorced and married another mom. I ended up with a sister that drank my urine and then made a regular thing of it. I moved out of the house after I graduated college and thought that was the end of the story. Somehow, I think it got worse.

I moved in with the two girl friends I have been around my whole life. Life was pretty good, they knew about the pee stuff, but it was fine. Occasionally they asked for a drink, but nothing too demanding, and once I was off the distilled water and fruit juice, the flavor was a bit strong. So it was rare that it tasted good, somehow they didn't care. My sister would visit now and again and was very forward, literally sitting around with the four of us talking, she would get up, come over, and just get my dick out. She would suck me off or tell me to piss in her mouth like it was completely normal with the others right there. To gloss over the less important details, eventually we added two more roommates to the apartment and now I'm the only guy around four girls. That is sort of how this whole crazy new chapter started.

The apartment is small, just two bedrooms. For some time I had my own room, and the girls all shared the other one. That was until the fifth inhabitant. Then it was two girls in each room and I got a makeshift space at the end of the hallway. For a basic floorplan, one corner of the living room extended to become the hall. The first door was the bathroom, after that, two doors across from each other about midway down the length, then nothing until a coat / linen closet at the end. So they put up a shoji screen and gave me a single bed, the linen closet became my wardrobe, and then just enough room for a dresser. Since I got the raw deal, they agreed not to hide nudity from me. They run around topless and naked usually early mornings or just after a shower. I still had my own space and they were considerate of my privacy, but I'm getting off topic. My girl friends had really cut back on asking for drinks with the new permanent company, which was fine with me. To tell this correctly I'll start using names, not the real ones, but it'll help keep everyone organized. So we have Brigette, Stephanie, those are my old friends, then Mykala and Jonesy, finally me but I don't need a name for this. Mykala was leaving for her coffee shop shift and Brigette and I were watching a couple episodes since we both got home from our own jobs. Mykala was dashing around when I reached over and paused the show, saying I needed a bathroom break. Brigette coyly asking if I she could and I quote, "Can I get it, ya know for old times’ sake? Mykala will be gone, leaving just us." I said that was fine. So as soon as Mykala darted out the door, I stood up and dropped out my dick. Brigette held a glass for me and I filled it up. Just as I squirting out the last bit, Mykala burst back through the door. She had forgotten her clock in badge, so what she saw was me pissing in a cup, that Brigette was holding, and as soon as my stream stopped, Brigette immediately starts gulping it down. Of course, my dick's still in my hand and very much being stared at by Mykala who is dark skinned like me. Brigette sees Mykala and just told her to get going or else she’d be late; they would talk later.

Fast forward a few days and Brigette told Stephanie Mykala knows, she has started to knowingly tease me with the same innuendos like my sister used to do, but always when Jonesy is there, the only one that doesn't know about it. Now for the interesting part, Jonesy is my co-worker. That is how she ended up staying with us, without too much back-story, she was evicted from her last placed, confided in me, and got along well with the other girls. Now, since three of the four knew about it, Mykala was curious and wanted to try it. Which meant that Brigette and Stephanie pushed me to go back on my "diet" of water and fruit juice, but this time they went all in and created a full meal plan with celery, peaches, papaya, pineapple, and some spiced teas. It was all information off the internet, which I don't know why that surprised me. Honestly, they just went crazy with testing what worked best for flavor. As a result, they made me start taking a very large water bottle to work and I was told not to waste any samples in the toilet. Needless to say, Mykala was a quick fan as well. Which brings us back around to Jonesy, we were at work on afternoon, but since we work in different departments and slightly different hours, we don't see each other often. She was in the breakroom when I came back from the bathroom with my bottle, I put it in the fridge and we chatted for a bit. After a minute or two with her food in the microwave, she wanted to sit down to eat.

"Hey, I forgot my drink. Do you mind if I steal some of your water out of the fridge?"

"I'd prefer not."

"What? How come? Be a bro!"

"I'm telling you not to, you won't like it."

Without hesitation and completely against my warning, she grabs it from the shelf and runs to the other side of the room. Before I can even tell her, "Don't drink that!" She's swallowing big gulps of it.

"WHAT IS THIS!?! It isn't just water... but it tastes amazing!"

I go over to the hall and make sure NO ONE is ANYWHERE, then back and in very hushed tones, "You are literally drinking my piss." The realization hit her rapidly, I could see her face go white, her heartbeat ramped up, then her whole face flushed crimson.

"Wait, is that why your jug's always more full when you come home? Are you some kind of fetish pervert?? Wait, Wait, Wait, this jug's always EMPTY in the morning, so who's.... OH MY GOD! Are the other girls- How long have you been~ Is that all those jokes that Mykala makes!?!"

She would not give the jug back and finished the whole thing with her meal. The other girls were very upset that I didn't bring anything home that day. Jonesy explained it was her fault and then the four of them forced me to fill up all night, I was draining myself in one of them every fifteen minutes with my cock almost down their throat. It got to the point where they were all fighting over it, I had to stand and take turns filling their mouths one after the other. Brigette, then Mykala, Stephanie, and Jonesy. I've literally been turned into a human urine factory for these girls. I'm not allowed to use the toilet for anything other than solid waste now. They even wake up in the night if they hear me moving, not always all of them, but often one to three. Jonesy corners me at work, drags me into a stairwell or closet and lets me relieve myself. Stephine's the worst of them though. "Hey, you had a burger with onions. Is that part of your routine? Naughty, naughty boy, I won't tell the other girls. If you do it again though, that 'batch' is all mine." She'll actually bring me something to drink, just because she wants it back later. I suppose I shouldn't complain, I am in the best shape of my life, with their imposed diet and a trip to the gym a couple days a week. I guess my worst part is my sister moved into the next building over, so she comes over to get a couple of jugs filled once a week. I mean at this point my output is two gallons a day. At least I still get a blowjob from her, I haven’t got to pee in her ass again, they don’t want me wasting it. Also, I think I'm going to get fired for too many bathroom breaks. I’m betting if I do, the girls will cover my expenses as long as I agree to stay home and "piss my life away" to make a bad pun of it. Not sure what else to say at this point. I will write again if anything happens.