Fictional Experiences Thread Page 4

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Page 4 of my fictional experiences thread. Link to third page at bottom.

 

Experiences

 

Urine2Deep posted Topic:

Give a short summary of your hottest pee tales or sightings!

 

Anita Urethra replied:

@UsernameMike OMG I have one similar to your female cop messing the toilet!

I consider myself lucky to listen to other women peeing in the restroom. I love how every woman sounds different. My husband and I went to a Denny's for lunch last weekend. The service was really bad this time, they seemed short staffed, and the waitress seemed new and overwhelmed with handling orders and tables. Understandably people were frustrated, but still civil and just hoping we'd get our food soon. Except there was one lady across from us a few tables down, textbook version of a “Karen” complaining constantly and quite talkative in general. She was an older lady probably mid 50s, blonde breast job and botox diva in jeans, heels and business jacket, and obviously used to talking down to people. Her husband was trying to calm her down, but she was determined to let everyone know she was unhappy. She was nasty and very condescending to the waitress, a young girl appearing no older than 18. At one point she made conversation with a couple across from her, to vent and brag about her son being in law school, and her daughter soon going to Harvard. Then she kept yapping about how the restaurant was going to make her late for her nail appointment. Later after our food, we were waiting for dessert, I went to the restroom.

The toilet in my stall was actually clean so I sat down and had a nice pee. As I'm pulling at the tissue, the door opens and I hear heavy heels walking past to the next stall on my left. I figured it was her, then was certain when she coughed, I knew that raspy voice very well by then. I heard her belt clanging as she undid her jeans and pulled them down, then I saw her foot under the stall, so she was in a wide stance. Then a rushing waterfall of piss and a long fart violently exploded out of her. I saw splashes hitting the floor behind her. At first there was a booming thunderous noise in the toilet, but then some of the loudest hissing I've heard, and the sound of splashing against a hard surface, the seat I assume. There was so much splash raging all over that I moved my foot closer inward so she wouldn't get me wet. It was shocking, and I almost said something to her. This woman had a horse size bladder, it just kept going, she'd stop and then start gushing again, over and over. When this disaster finally ended, she pulled some tissue, I heard a few wipes, then she pulled her jeans up and left without flushing or washing her hands. I was stunned, looking at her piss on the floor making it's way into my stall. I finished up my business, and had a quick look in her stall. It was an absolute mess, piss sprayed on everything behind her. The tissue she'd wiped with was laying on the seat.

When I returned to the table, she and her husband were leaving, and she was still going on about how horribly they were treated. I told my husband what she did, he was surprised and trying to hide being turned on by the story. Even though I'd never do something that bad, I do find it hot that she had no fucks to give and left a receipt of her dissatisfaction for the staff to clean up.

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Yeets Malone replied:

Loving everyone's input so far! I have one. My first job at McDonald's, this was 2016. There was this hot manager working there we'll call her Mia. From day one she was calling me sweetheart, asking how old I was. Mia was around 30 pretty with a curvy body all the guys were into. She knew she was hot. Lots of tattoos long brown hair with pink highlights on one side. Those girls are usually wild ones I heard. She told us bout being seperated from her husband getting divorced. I got put on night shifts when I turned 18. One late night me her and 2 other girls were closing and cleaning up. Shit was weird. All 3 were flirty and they talked Mia into mooning me. We were in the kitchen, place was locked up. She turned around in front of me and pulled her pants down. Bent over to spread her cheeks. She had on a tiny thong that did'nt even fully cover her asshole, that thing looked used a lot. It was big and plump tanned cheeks, more pale deeper inside. She pulled her thong to the side and twerked real quick. Now her pussy was out , smooth puffy lips. my blood got hot instantly. I was still a virgin so definatly liked seeing a womens naked ass in front of me. They laughed at my erection I dind give a shit. Mia pulled her pants up and they went outside to smoke. i was trying to focus on dishes. I went to the restroom a few minutes later. Mia came back in and saw me go in. Next thing the door opens while Im at the urinal. She came in and asked if I needed help aiming a hardon. She stood beside me with her chest aginst my arm and reached down to tug at my dick while i was peeing. Just feeling her warm hand damn that felt good. She stroked me with a tight and slow grip, made my stream spray around, felt like I was gonna come. She shook it up and down pretty hard, then smiled and left without washing her hand. Wasn't long after that Mia invited me to her house after work one night. She was my first and it was bad on my part, couldnt last but the second round things got better. I went down on her ate her like crazy. I loved the smell and taste and she was going wild. One of her husbands leftover things in the house was a plant in the bedroom about a foot tall. It was looking discolored and fucked up. She mentioned he wanted it back, it was a gift from his mom. Mia told me she'd been pissing in it several times a day to kill it. I asked to see her do it. After sex she went over to it still naked squatted and pissed all over it. It wasnt' much but sprayed everywhere and ran down the back of her legs. Watching her was hot as fuck. She invited me to join her , stood beside me again and aimed my dick down at it. I didn't have much either but it was hot for us both. i kneeld and licked the pee from her legs and ate her pussy again before she wiped. She came so hard it was wild. We had sex again. When Mia gave the plant to her husband it looked bad, with som help from me. He had to notice the smell but wasn't much he could do. Had a lot of crazy sex with Mia that whole summer until she started dating a guy with some landscaping busness, then she cut me loose and went to work at his company.

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Rock-Paper-Pissors replied:

I'm a production assistant for a small podcast on YouTube, less than 100k subscribers currently. Among our most memorable guests were two women that run a women's wellness blog. They met on their university volleyball team, so both are quite tall, still in great shape in their early 30s now. One is brunette, wore a mid thigh skirt with heels, had some thick muscular calves on her. The other has black hair, more curvy, in slacks and a blouse, also in heels. Early in the podcast, one of their clip-on microphones went out. I had to hustle to get the backup mics hooked up on the desk, a couple of reliable Blue Yetis. I swapped out both clip-ons, so we'd have consistent audio quality. We stopped recording while I did so. Luckily the host I work for understands things happen and didn't fuss. The ladies were being civil but noticeably bothered by the interruption.

It was a 2 hour show. They'd been sipping water so when we wrapped, they needed the restroom. After they went in, I heard some faint noises from my headphones on the desk in the production room. I put them on, then realized I forgot to take one of the clip-on mics during the swap. It was the bad one, now mysteriously working. The brunette wearing it also forgot she had it on. I heard their conversation as they each took a stall. I couldn't believe it and sat in my chair to keep listening, had to turn the volume up to hear over my heart beating so hard. The brunette complained about a stink bug laying in the toilet kicking its legs. They laughed that it was about to have a bad day. There was the rustle of clothing, her heels, then a heavy stream started into the toilet like a pressurized hose. Sounded like she didn't even get her skirt fully up before she let loose right on top of that poor bug. She must've hovered, the mic sounded closer like her face was right over it. I heard her breathing in and out. Every nuance of her peeing was loud and clear. The force, changes in hissing, the crazy flooding noise in the bowl, even light trickles at the end sounded like my head was between her legs. She had a burst and pause style that took over a minute for her to finish. Thing is, every time she paused, I could hear the other one gushing hard in the next stall, hers was a dominant and roaring stream, steady the whole time.

Brunette wiped and said “fucker ain't moving now” then flushed. They continued talking at the sinks, eventually about me. They were irritated about the microphone issue as I suspected, agreeing that I was a “fucking idiot.” After jokes about my big nose and receding hairline, they discussed dinner plans on the way back to say their goodbyes. I approached the brunette and said I needed to remove the clip-on mic. The look on their faces...I lied, told them I'd disconnected it from the sound board when I switched them. They were relieved, smiled and said nice meeting me, reassured me that I handled it well and technical issues happen. Then I walked them out to the parking lot. Amazing what people say about you when they think you can't hear, then pretend to like you to your face. Regardless, hearing them piss like horses was more than worth hearing what they really think of me.

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Sugar Chrystal replied:

Hi everyone! Just found this site, absolutely love it here! I have one involving piss testing an athlete. So recently I began working as a physical therapist for professional athletes but prior to that I was a doping control officer, the folks who's job is to collect urine samples at random, anywhere, anytime. Most of the women (some you definitely know if you're into sports) I tested have been fairly routine, although I looked forward to seeing them drop trou and pee into the sample cups! Just in April this year was one of my final doping tests. She is an Olympic sprinter. Obviously cannot say who but she's a mid 20s Puerto Rican beauty, with pretty hazel eyes. She has a wonderfully fit and feminine shape, looks around 5 foot 8. Her ass and legs are delightful, and so inspiring to me. I was informed she was training at a local gym here in Florida. I approached her just as she was finishing some barbell squats in her cute athletic shorts, blue and tight as possible. I could totally see she looked to not have underwear on as she lowered. She was a sweaty mess, strong body odor for anyone within six feet. She smiled, understanding that random testing is always possible. As she stood in front of me giving some info to enter into my forms, it was impossible to not see the peculiar frontal situation in her shorts. They were tight enough to see more than most women want being seen, key word being most. I'm sure she knew her kitty (a big and well-fed kitty) was quite visible. I quickly pulled my eyes back to my tablet, but was wondering what exactly does she have going on down there. I hadn't heard anything of her being trans, but maybe? Well...

I finished getting her name, age, drivers license and other basic info. We headed to a small conference room with single private restroom close by that I'd arranged for us with the facility manager. I laid the containers out on the table for her to choose, then we went in the restroom for sample collection. I'm always professional but was anticipating this moment more than ever! It was so sexy how she pulled her shorts down with no hesitation, and as suspected, no underwear. The smell of her sweaty crouch was instant, probably the strongest I've ever encountered. It didn't smell foul, quite pleasant actually, but some women are very potent after a hard workout, and she's one of them. She's not trans, just has a pretty big clitoris and labia typical of anabolic steroid use at some point. So far she's avoided being caught by a piss test. Also she had a cute landing strip.

Anyway, I was surprised she didn't sit or hover with the cup under herself like most women do. She stood fully upright while pressing it against her pussy. It was hard to contain myself as she stuffed it all into the cup and shot a loud hissy gush of pee into it. She cut it off like a switch and asked if that was enough. I said a little more if she could. It was enough, I just wanted to her do that again lol. She released another loud burst and now it was nearly full. It was quite concentrated, she even joked about needing some water! The room still smelled like sweaty pussy, and now there was the stinging ammonia of her piss in the air as well. Seeing her wipe was also hot the way she palmed the tissue around everything with a tight grip...Then she sealed the cup, pulled her shorts back up and we went out to the conference room to sit down and fill the other bottle and get everything sealed and packed to send to the lab. I think she could sense my heavily restrained excitement, and was a little flirty as I finished filling out the forms. I'll be watching next time she competes at the Olympic games!

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Aesthetica replied:

Last year I hired a guy for a budget analyst position. All seemed fine until about a month in, when he started making mistakes I had to fix. Turned out he was going through an ugly divorce. I was trying to be accommodating but I was getting sick of this shit, I have low tolerance for people making my life harder. No...no!

One Friday about two months in, dumbass had to leave suddenly, something about his kid getting into a fight at school and his wife couldn't be reached. Fucking GREAT...I had to present to the board that evening, which I needed his assignment for. I ended up having to do his work which made me late to the meeting. I was enraged, even forgot to eat my lunch. I'd had enough and told our HR director to draft his termination letter for Monday.

That evening after the meeting, it was eight o'clock. Employees gone, I was tired, hungry, needed to piss, husband texting me, like damn, fuck this whole day, literally. I went to the refrigerator in the kitchen to take my lunch home for dinner. I saw dumbass left his frozen pasta and travel mug when he rushed out earlier.

I went to use the restroom before hitting the road, then paused just outside the door, realizing the opportunity to get away with something I hadn't done since my restaurant days back in college. I doubled back to the fridge, grabbed his mug and twisted the cap off. There was sweet tea inside. No one else in the building, small office suite with no cameras, oh it was ON! I took the mug with me to the women's room.

With the cap off, I poured half of the tea in the toilet. Then I hovered a bit, lifted my skirt, and pulled my panties down holding the mug tight around my pussy and let loose into it hard. Felt amazing. Luckily my pee was clear from the water I'd drank. I filled it up fast, then had to quickly move it away and sit on the toilet. I've got a huge bladder so it took a long while to finish peeing. As I went to wipe I noticed some discharge hanging and was quick enough to stand a bit and hold the mug under myself again. It fell right in, a nice long string of cream to top it off perfectly. I cleaned up and put the mug back in the fridge, then popped the lid on his pasta and spit it in before leaving for the weekend. On Monday our HR director and I sat dumbass down and handed him his termination letter. As he sat stunned, I reminded him to get his shit from the fridge. It was hard to contain my excitement that day knowing what I'd done. I still wonder if he ate the pasta or drank the tea! Yeah, taste me, bitch!!

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Jay Remington replied:

I've not posted much on this site, as I usually prefer to read, but I can recall several memorable moments with a few ladies I've been intimate with through the years. I'll share a story of my first love, Margaret. It was Baltimore, Maryland 1969. We were a couple of eighteen year-old rebellious lovebirds, a few months before I enlisted with the military and deployed to Vietnam. One warm evening in July, we were making out in the backseat of my 62' Pontiac Tempest, after I'd driven a ways off the road to a grassy field area. Margaret had to pee, so I helped her out. She lifted her plaid miniskirt as I stood watching. She was so cute, laughing and said no peeking. Always a gentlemen, I obliged, that is, until I heard the most beautiful melody of her stream pattering hard into the dirt. I turned around to look, and saw a humongous flow cascading straight down from her thick dark bush. She didn't notice me watching, which I imagine was for thirty to forty seconds, right through her final series of squirts toward the end. The puddle beneath her had grown several feet long as it trailed along the ground beside my car. She fussed about not having tissue to wipe with, but I assured her it was fine. Margaret stood pulling her panties up, and let her skirt down. We got back into the car to get close again. Eventually I slid my hand up her skirt and reached inside her panties. I'll never forget the feeling of sifting my fingers through her dense bush, still wet from her pee as we kissed each other. She married a man more on her class level, but I think about her often, to this day.

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          Winnipeg_Bastard:

          Very hot story. Love your description of Margaret's bush too, the good old days when women were all natural down there!

 

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