Story: The Bitch's Revenge

 Jim was feeling rather lucky to be alive after the crash. I suppose he shouldn’t complain too much about being left in a full body cast, virtually unable to move. After all, he escaped paralysis by inches. But things were quite boring, laying there day after day, with not even a single visitor. That was, until his ex heard about his condition.

 You see, Jim was kind of a little behind on his alimony payments, and the bitch was none too pleased. Now she saw her chance to exact a little revenge, a little payback for that slap across the face that started the whole break-up.

 To prepare, the bitch hit the gym for a solid 2 hour work-out. She had kept herself in fine shape for her age, so a big sweat like this was routine. But she kept her water intake to a minimum. Then early to bed for a long sleep. The next morning, to her delight, she found little pressure to visit the bathroom first thing. She was going to keep this thing going as long as possible. Having only a few sips of juice and some toast for breakfast allowed her to make it past noon before her blabber started to send out signals. She knew it was time, changed her clothes, grabbed her things and headed for the hospital. Along the way, she quenched her growing thirst with a large bottle of cold water. ‘Ah, relief’, she thought, ‘but it will be worth it!’

 When she got there, she was again delighted to find Jim recovering in a private room. ‘That cheap fucking bastard’ she thought. ‘He can lay out for this kind of insurance but not for me eh? Well, we’ll see how this goes down!’

 She walked in confidently, dressed in her black mini, complete with heels and stockings and low cut blouse, and quickly closed the door behind her. Jim could turn his eyes towards the door and they popped out of his head when he saw her coming across the room. He could barely mutter a few words with all the bandages and the broken jaw. Without a word she pulled around the privacy curtain and wheeled the food table over the bed and Jim’s chest. She jumped up and sat on the table with her purse beside her. She put her legs on either side of his head and let her legs fall slightly apart. Jim could only lay there, bewildered, staring up the mini at a neatly trimmed pussy beautifully framed by the black lace tops of her stockings. He raised his eyes further to meet her staring gaze from above.

 Man, she was hot! Old Jim here was starting to think he was somehow going to get lucky. Some kind of sympathy fuck or something, although he had no idea how he would manage such a feat anyway. She spoke and popped him out of his little dream. ‘So how you been Jim?’ she said quietly. ‘OK’ he replied, sounding like someone getting his teeth filled. ‘Didn’t expect to see me did you? she said. She carried on a little more small talk and then decided to make her move. Her bladder was straining at the limit now. She thought for a second that it had been nearly 24 hours since the last time she went pee.

 She pulled out a clear plastic tube from her purse. The end had a mouth piece and an elastic band. She toyed with it a little. Jim took note but didn’t understand. Thoughts of getting lucky disappeared from his brain. She parted her legs further and Jim looked in for the parting pink flesh. That’s when she leaned forward and pushed the mouthpiece into Jim’s mouth and secured it with the band. Jim was caught off guard but was helpless to resist and quickly realized he could not spit the thing out. The end of the tube ran in over Jim’s tongue and towards his throat, not far enough to gag, but far enough that he couldn’t block it with his tongue. The mouthpiece, combined with Jim’s broken jaw meant he couldn’t get a good seal with his lips either.

 Now the moment was here and she was anxious to relish it. ‘You never should have stopped paying the money Jim’ she said, ‘and you never should have hit me, you bastard!’ She reached over and pulled out a small funnel from her purse. ‘My lawyer will be in touch about the money’ she said. She attached the funnel to the other end of the plastic tube. ‘This is for hitting me!’

 Feeling in total command of the situation she stood up on the bed, feet still on either side of Jim. Looking down, she saw fear in his eyes. She pulled her skirt high up on her waist, exposing her privates. She pulled the tube straight and placed the funnel beneath her pussy. She was squeezing hard now to keep from bursting, she needed to go so bad. Just one more second, one more jab she thought. Looking down, she asked ‘do you know what happens when you get dehydrated Jim?’ His eyes were wide and staring, frozen in time. She answered in a tormenting evil tone ‘it makes your piss concentrated and vile!’

 With that said, she turned her attention to her task and piddled a little trickle into the funnel. The color was dark yellow and it was every bit as vile as promised. Jim’s eyes followed the yellow venom down the tube. In an instant it hit his throat. She watched with pleasure as he wrenched, gagged and eventually swallowed his first sampling. She was pleased to note that only a small portion of the liquid gold which entered his mouth actually spilled, the rest finding it’s way to the intended destination… down the bastard’s throat!

 ‘There, that wasn’t so bad now was it? You know, if you don’t struggle so much, you won’t hurt yourself. And if you struggle that much for the rest of it, you will be in real pain’ She pushed hard and unleashed a torrent of steamy hot yellow piss into the funnel. Jim’s mouth overflowed and piss squirted out his lips and down over his face. After choking down another 3 mouthfuls he saw the level of piss dropping to the bottom of the tube, only to see the bitch top it back up again. The pressure from the full funnel was immense and piss was forcing its way up Jim’s nose as well as down his gut. This whole process of fill and drain was repeated five more times, in between which Jim was reminded what a cocksucker he was.

 Finally, the last gush turned to a dribble and she was empty. Holding the funnel high, she climbed down and leaned in close to Jim’s head so she could hear him up close swallow the last few drops and see the look in his eyes. She felt vindicated, satisfied, and strangely turned on. As soon as it was gone she whipped off the tube and put the stuff back in her purse. ‘Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, you wrenching piss bag bastard!’ she quipped, and abruptly left the scene. Later, the attending nurse asked Jim why he smelled so badly and how his pillow got so wet. Jim refused to answer. He skipped supper that night also. Stomach was a little queasy.

- the end -

Story: Tanya

By Paulypeeps

  
Chapter 1 - New Years Day
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January 1st 2001 03:30 GMT and now there could be no doubt that this was the 3rd millennium. As Tanya stood on her doorstep in her long black skirt and white jumper locking the door she had to decide. Could she go through with her new year resolution? In some ways it seemed now a bit silly but no, it had been thought out thoroughly and as she looked back at the event that had started the process off she carefully prepared herself....

It was in august when she had emerged from the ladies loo on the other side of her building from her office to be accosted by two violent men who tried to snatch her handbag. She had become a second dan karate black belt during her time as a journalist in the far east and was able to put her skills to work to fight them off. The two men were big and quite fit so she had been unable to arrest them but they had run off very quickly. While she had been unhurt this had upset Tanya as there had been previous incidents when other high profile presenters had met with violent intruders inside the corporations west London buildings and there had been grand announcements that everything had been done to secure the site. Tanya took this up with the Director General himself to get something done but the DG had said that everything that could be done was in hand and that this was an isolated incident and he was sure that nothing like this would happen again. So in the heat of the moment she had told the DG that she would not be using the corporations toilet facilities until she could see that everything had been done and she suggested that moving the community programme unit to a Portakabin in the carpark would be a good start since most of their programmes involved interviewing criminals like those who attacked her.

From this point on Tanya had been good to her word not once entering any of the corporations toilets. She had a slight advantage over the other women in the news room being the key breakfast show presenter and therefore having her own dressing room where she could attend to touching up her makeup with her own dresser to hand but still she had to hold it from half past two in the morning till about lunch time when she was returned home by limousine.

There had only been a few close calls during this time although she had often been very full and had to sip her drink to keep her voice lubricated while on air, the first was after a particularly difficult show when the post mortem meeting had gone on a bit and she had felt her bladder about to burst. She had been quite active in the meeting and had found herself standing up and now leaning on the back of a chair trying to make the point that it was the directors responsibility to wind up an interview with a boring politician and that she wasn't going to do it just so that the director didn't look bad in front of his government chums. At last the inevitable happened and Tanya had felt the moist sensation in her knickers and now she clenched her legs tightly together but still her crotch became more moist and a slow trickle began to run down her left leg. What could she do - it felt so good - there was nothing but to accept it and carry on. She could not leave the meeting because they would think that she was being a primadonna and using her position rather than logical argument to win her point and even if she left the room where could she go, she could not break her promise. At least she was wearing a skirt and when the trickling had stopped she deftly brushed her right ankle over her left leg to disperse the remaining drops and stood behind the next chair in order to disassociate herself from the barely noticeable damp patch on the carpet. After the meeting she returned to her dressing room to remove her now very damp knickers but before removing them she allowed herself a last spurt as she stood in front of the mirror. her knickers were not going to get any wetter and apart from the concentrated expression on her face nothing could be seen. Tanya then put her wet knickers in to a plastic bag before going home pantyless. This day had two new experiences for her as she had not wet herself before (at least as an adult) and had not gone outside in public without knickers on (although she never wore them in front of the camera to avoid VPL).

The second time was after a similar meeting but this time she was in the limousine on the way home when as before the wetness just sneaked up on her. The car was in slow moving traffic so nothing could be done to minimize the damage, she just had to sit there in the back and let it happen. She was not worried about discovery as her driver, Simmonds, had been with the corporation for forty one years and was very reliable and trustworthy having never divulged anything her friends had mentioned while being transported home with her after particularly boozy lunches - and after all it was her limousine and it had just been valeted so the seat would dry in the 20 hours before it had to be done again. All she could do was carefully rearrange her skirt and now that this time it was not a shock that she had wet herself she began to enjoy the feeling of wetness as the pee started to force its way into her knickers before soaking into the seat beneath her as she sat back and looked out through the tinted windows at the occupants of the other cars. Did they feel the relief that she was feeling as she forced the last spurt from her bladder when the pressure had subsided. When she got home Tanya released a final spurt and just let her skirt fall down to cover her wet knickers as she got out of the car and walked to her front door. This time she realized how lucky she had been again that she was wearing a skirt and went straight to her wardrobe to remove all of her trousers, she had been trying to work out what to get rid of to make way for her new outfits and now it was obvious that all of her trousers could go to the charity shop.
The third time had been a little bit different. It was an outside broadcast from Westminster green in late November after the prime minister had resigned when it had been revealed that he had taken a bung to bomb Yugoslavia. Tanya had not been so full that she had started to leak out but she new that before long the cold weather would cause the inevitable to happen and she did not want it to happen while she was on the air. As it was quite cold out she was wearing a long skirt and this would enable her to be discreet. As she finished her interview with the home secretary she had only a few minutes before the next link so she remained standing in front of the camera and just relaxed. The wetness came straight away with no knickers to obstruct the flow she felt it run down her thighs and soak into her stockings. Tanya had become so engrossed in what she was doing that she did not notice the sound man pick up the gun microphone and was completely oblivious until she heard the director bark "get that microphone away from the waterfall". The sound engineer scratched his head and just put it down to a boat on the Thames having a large wake as Tanya's flow subsided and she proceeded with the link to the weather with a smile on her face.
... Tanya continued her preparations now facing the front door at 45 degrees, legs slightly apart, turning the key back and forth. Then it started. The first pee of the day came quickly. Tanya had been out partying the night before and had an extra cup of tea this morning to make sure. It was easy. The stream falling neatly between her legs then being absorbed into the doormat before running out and over the edge of the two steps which led down from the front door. It felt good - really good - to good to stop but Tanya froze her position and stopped moving the key. She now started looking around - who was watching - this was so public. It was still dark and as the flow subsided Tanya removed the key and put it away as she hurried down the steps, feeling a last unexpected trickle run down her legs, soaking into the tops of her stockings. As she rounded the corner to her waiting limousine Simmonds was standing ready to open the door for her. "Morning ma'am" Simmonds greeted her. "Good morning Simmonds" Tanya replied as she got in.

Now that she had started Tanya was on track for 100% peeing without a toilet. Tanya thought that she had better brief Simmonds on the new situation because from now on she would be peeing in the limousine almost every day. There was no point in beating about the bush. "Simmonds" she said "I don't know if you are aware but I have had a small problem with incontinence ever since I was attacked. It appears to be getting worse especially when riding on bumpy roads, I thought it only fair to tell you". "I am sure that it won't be a problem ma'am" replied Simmonds "Mrs. Simmonds has suffered with it for years, she just makes sure that she drinks plenty - that way any mishaps are very dilute and once it dries there is nothing to notice". "Perhaps you should have a little chat with Mrs. Simmonds - here I'll jot our phone number down for you". Simmonds busily scribbled the phone number down an a small square of paper while he was still driving and handed it over his shoulder to Tanya, his lack of concentration causing several bumps in the road to be negotiated without Simmonds normal care. These distractions could come in handy later Tanya thought as the journey continued in silence to the corporation.

At the corporation Tanya went straight up to her dressing room where Natalie her dresser was already hard at work preparing the days outfit. As Tanya walked in Natalie was bent over the shoe rack, her miniskirt riding high up over her well rounded bottom displaying her naked fanny to anyone who should walk in. It had been Natalie who had shown Tanya the benefits of going knickerless to prevent VPL rather than wearing tights like some of the other presenters and now it was Tanya's turn to show Natalie her new permanent Knickerless status. "Tra - ra" exclaimed Tanya as she lifted the front of her skirt to show Natalie her bare fanny. Natalie stood up and turned round. When she saw Tanya she clapped. "I know what your new year resolution was" said Natalie. Tanya did not want to expand on the fact that her new year resolution was more than just going knickerless. "What was yours?" asked Tanya. "I am going to make a point of flashing someone in a public place every day.” replied Natalie "Whether its a girl that would look good without knickers or a guy just to give him a treat I don't care, it's free and it makes people smile - why don't you join me". Tanya reflected on this. If she had been ten years younger or had a much lower profile she might have considered joining Natalie now that she was feeling so hot and in the mood for a bit of fun. "I can't Natalie" replied Tanya "I'm too well known - everyone will recognize me straight away - I’m pretty unpopular with the DG as it is". "Don't worry I can fix all that, I've got some really tarty stuff you can wear and I'll fix your hair so not even your mum will recognize you. Lets strike while the iron's hot. We'll take your limo straight after the show to my place and take it from there".

The show went smoothly even though it was new years day and Natalie waited behind for Tanya to finish the after show meeting. Tanya had taken on board Simmonds advice to drink plenty and was already busting when she met up with Natalie in reception. The women got in the limousine, Natalie getting into the mood of her resolution curtseyed for Simmonds in such a way that he couldn't fail to get an eyeful before sliding seductively into the back seat while Tanya swiveled in with the grace of royalty carefully scrunching her skirt up behind her so that her bare bottom was on the seat. As soon as the limousine hit the first speed hump Tanya started to pee, two small silent spurts at first followed by an unintentional continuous 90 second hiss prompted by the second speed hump. Tanya made no attempt to stem the flow knowing that there would be nowhere to pee once she had left the limousine. She had hoped that she could have been a bit quieter and more discrete because she new that Natalie sensed something The way that she looked at the skirt scuffed up behind and looked for the source of the hissing noise. The game was up when they got to Natalie’s and Simmonds opened the door for Tanya to get out. Natalie instead of waiting for her door to be opened slid across the seat to exit behind Tanya. The dampness of the seat on Natalie’s bottom immediately told her what had gone on beneath Tanya. Simmonds drove off home leaving the two women outside Natalie’s flat. "You witch Tanya! your a bit of a dark horse, there’s me thinking that I am the wildest person around and you deliberately pee in the limo! just like that, not an accident or you would have wet your skirt but deliberately! lets get inside we need to talk - wow! Now I know why your stockings were all wet this morning".

Tanya silently followed Natalie up the stairs and into her flat not knowing whether to apologize or not for giving Natalie a wet bum. "Wow I don't believe you, do you always do that?" asked Natalie. "Starting today, yes" replied Tanya in an apologetic voice. "That was the rest of my resolution. You remember that argument I had with the DG after the incident with the muggers?" "yes". "Well I told the DG that I wouldn't use the corporations toilets until he did something and I haven’t since. This has led to me wetting myself on several occasions because I couldn't hold it and it felt so good that I decided on my new years resolution to give up peeing in toilets altogether. I thought I could be discrete but I've been sussed already now that you've found out". "You know that you can rely on my discretion" said Natalie comfortingly "but you're going to have to be careful or you'll find yourself in the tabloids if someone recognizes you knickerless let alone wetting yourself, 'though no publicity these days is bad publicity". "...If you want a career move" added Tanya.

"Have a look at the stuff on the end of the rail there Tanya while I put the kettle on" said Natalie pointing to a clothing rail as she went into the kitchen. Natalie had picked up a lot of second hand stuff from the wardrobe department and had stored it on three long rails in her living room. "It's amazing how much demand there is for 'as worn by so and so in...' clothing nowadays, you'd be amazed at how much I get for your old stuff" Natalie called from the kitchen. Tanya, slightly shocked by this revelation worked her way along the rail examining the tight tops and micro-mini's trying to work out who could have worn them on air. Tanya picked out a flared mini dress in snow camouflage as Natalie came in with the coffees and enquired "who wore this then". "That was worn by one of the 'Girly Show' presenters, I can’t remember which one. They all turned up for interview wearing jeans so I had to pop out and get them some stuff, quite a good selection, it will suit you nicely with a blond bob, black choker and black boots. Lets go" said Natalie decisively as she put down the coffees and started unzipping Tanya's skirt.
In no time at all Tanya had been dressed in the mini dress and was sat in front of a large dressing mirror. Natalie was busy fiddling around with the blond bob wig on Tanya's head. "There, you wouldn't even recognize yourself if you didn't know" assured Natalie. Natalie quizzed Tanya about her wetting experiences and continued with the ensemble, diamante black choker, black thigh-high boots, a trowelfull of makeup and bright blue contact lenses to create a stunning effect as Tanya explained what she had been doing.
Two more cups of coffee later Natalie declared "lets go" as she put the comb down and grabbed Tanya's hand before she had a chance to protest "its time for lunch at the mall". Natalie led Tanya outside into the busy street. "Right, Tanya, you're a sex bomb now so its time to act like one" Natalie instructed as she walked confidently ahead. "Keep up!" she called to Tanya who was fighting a losing battle to stay upright. "I can barely walk in these boots let alone run" a rather agitated Tanya called back as she crumpled into a heap on the footpath, her naked fanny clearly exposed for all the passers by to see.

A young man who had been walking behind stopped to help her up. As he crouched down beside Tanya he was frozen to the spot and speechless. Not only was he with a stunningly gorgeous beautifully dressed woman but she had no underwear on and her bare fanny was exposed to the world. Tanya was now fully aware that blondes really do have more fun because the stunned silence and blank look on this mans face was not typical from her experience. Tanya was fully aware of where the young mans gaze was directed "Are you just going to gawp at my cunt or help me up?" she asked the young man using completely untypical language . "Here take my arm" he replied as he helped Tanya back to her feet. "Are you OK" he enquired once Tanya's abundant bush had been safely covered up by her skirt and his brain was functioning normally again. "I'm fine I think, apart from a graze on my bottom" said Tanya as she twisted round and lifted the back of her skirt exposing her bottom again. This was too much for the young man who came instantly in his pants. The throbbing bulge clearly visible to any onlookers as he half bent forwards and staggered back the way he had come from.

In the mean time Natalie could see a scene unfolding where she was going to be outclassed by Tanya. It was all well and good helping someone but not if they are going to spoil all your fun. Natalie moved quickly into action to reclaim something for herself out of the situation. While all the attention was focused on Tanya she put her feet together and pushed letting a spurt of pee flow gently down her legs. Natalie savored the sensation as the rivulets ran down her inner thighs, behind her knees and calves and soaked into her shoes. The feeling was just as Tanya had described it, erotic, naughty, not like the accidental wettings of her childhood when the concentration was elsewhere but a full sensual experience. Natalie followed this up by another and by the time she had set the third spurt on its way Tanya was upright again and hobbling towards her. "I've grazed my bum now" whined Tanya lifting her skirt for a second time. "Well at least your wig didn't fall off" retorted Natalie ignoring Tanya’s bare bottom and trying to put some positive spin on the situation. "Look I was so worried about you I wet myself" Natalie informed Tanya as she looked down at the small but expanding puddle around her feet. "Feels good when you do it on purpose, doesn’t it?" said Tanya knowingly as she savored the Westminster green incident, completely forgetting that she had just fallen over.

"Who was your friend who came in his pants then?" asked Natalie walking slowly away from her puddle feeling the last few drops run down her legs as she walked. "You noticed then, he seemed to go all funny. You don't think he recognized me, do you?" Said Tanya in a worried voice. "No way, not using that kind of language. You haven't said that on air - have you?" "Not yet, I reserve that language for the director in case he gets his cronies in again".

The two women continued walking to the upmarket mall where in the food court they got a tray each of Vietnamese and a large cola. At the checkout Natalie 'accidentally' dropped her open purse and both women bent down to pick up the contents giving an excellent view of their bare bottoms to the queue behind. They sat down and Tanya commented on the new sensation of the soft gingham upholstery on her bare bottom in a public place. They ate their meal and soon Tanya felt the pressure of the three mugs of coffee and mentioned that she needed to pee. "Best not wait till we're in that shoe shop over there, that Scandinavian looking bloke is going to keep me in there for about an hour I'd say" said Natalie with her mind now on pulling. Tanya took this as a cue and relaxed her bladder. At first nothing came then she felt the gentle warmth building up as the pee pooled between her legs and she smiled at Natalie in a trance like state. Natalie now was experiencing much the same as her own pee soaked directly into the cushion. She contrasted this sensation with her experience earlier out on the street and pushed her feet forward so that she could again feel the pee run down the backs of her legs. Tanya's trance was broken abruptly as she heard the sound of the pee running off of the back of her seat onto the wooden floor beneath. Tanya was now unable to stop peeing and could do nothing to stop the saturated cushion from overflowing as she shifted her weight about on the seat. Natalie reacted differently to the noise. She did not have the same problem as all of her pee was now traveling down her legs to the floor. By forcing out all of her pee as fast as possible Natalie helped to speed their exit paying no attention to the hissing noise that she was now making. As Natalie finished she grabbed Tanya's hand and dragged her up of the seat still peeing uncontrollably. Once upright with her legs together Tanya's pee was again controlled with the last few drops running down into her boots before the two women walked over to the shoe shop.

Once clear of the food court Natalie burst into a fit of giggles. As Natalie examined the shoe counter with the highest heels she thought how hilarious it was that Tanya had introduced her to deliberate wetting but still could not control herself. Tanya now saw it as funny too getting into her new 'bombshell' persona where she was no longer herself but someone else with no image to look after. "Could I try these in a five?" asked Natalie of the blonde assistant with 'Leif' inscribed on his name badge hovering behind her. "Can I see the number on the bottom, OK I'll get them for you." said Leif scurrying off to the back of the shop. The two women sat down on the low stools in the centre of the shop facing the window. "Your not a five, are you?" Tanya enquired of Natalie as she looked down at her feet. "No" replied Natalie with a grin "I'm a four so he will have to go back and change them". While they waited the two women sat with their legs comfortably apart looking through the window. "It's amazing" said Natalie "That we can sit here like this in full public view and nobody notices". "I'm sure that Leif will" said Tanya. Leif returned with the shoes and knelt in front of Natalie as he unboxed them. Natalie had made no attempt to either remove her own shoes or move her knees together and now Leif asked "which would you like to try, left or right miss" as he looked up and his gaze became fixed between Natalie’s legs. "I'll try the left please" said Natalie as she closed her knees together in order to regain Leif's attention. Leif proceeded to remove Natalie’s Left shoe, holding it at the heel as he undid the buckle. Tanya noticed as Leif first wiped his hand on the carpet and then put it in front of his face as the bulge in his trousers began to grow. Tanya knew that Natalie had pulled and now she could use the opportunity to empty the rest of her bladder finishing off what Natalie had interrupted earlier. Leif now knew that Natalie had wet herself and was clearly turned on by it so he would not object if she was to leave a damp patch on her stool. While Leif tried the shoe on Natalie’s left foot Tanya turned to face Leif. Moving her legs as far apart as possible and sitting right back on the stool she let rip making an unexpectedly loud hissing sound for ten seconds. "Wow, how blatant can I be" thought Tanya to herself as she felt the puddle of pee soak into the stool beneath her. "I think they're a bit big" Natalie announced to Leif fully aware of what Tanya had just done and pretty sure that Leif was as well. "here, have this for your trouble, I'm free tonight, ring me at six." Natalie hurriedly gave Leif one of her business cards, quickly refitted her left shoe and dragged Tanya out of the shop. "That was a bit uncool Natalie" Tanya said referring to the haste with which they left. "I was pulling, you can't interrupt or I forget my script, seduction has to be done right, anyway I'm not used to competition" explained Natalie in a rather agitated voice "I bet he doesn't call me now that he's got to clear up all that pee". "He likes pee" Tanya reminded Natalie "did you not see the way he reacted to the pee on you shoe, he went really hard". "We'll see" said Natalie doubtingly.

The two women continued their tour of the mall, buying a can of drink each whenever they got to a newsagent which they drunk straight down and stopping to discretely empty their bladders whenever they appeared to be unobserved in a secluded corner of a shop. Now both Tanya and Natalie kept their legs together every time they peed, Tanya trying hard to minimize the amount going into her boots and Natalie savouring every drop as it ran down her legs. Now that Tanya was peeing more frequently there was less pressure in her bladder and she became much more able to control the noise as she peed, in one case even being able to pee while another customer unexpectedly walked right past her without arousing any suspicion of what she was doing. Before they left the mall Natalie insisted that they go past Leif’s shoe shop. As they stood outside looking through the window Tanya discretely peed down her legs leaving a small puddle on the ground while Natalie casually lifted the front of her skirt with one hand and blew a kiss with the other as soon as Leif was looking to ensure that he did not forget her.

At the mall exit Natalie bought two more cans of drink passing one to Tanya to drink as they walked back to Natalie's. When they arrived at Natalie's Natalie went to the kitchen while Tanya sat straight down on one end of the settee and automatically began to pee. Throughout the afternoon Tanya had just peed pretty much whenever she had felt like it, especially towards the end. Now she was in Natalie's and without thinking had just peed on Natalie's settee. Tanya looked down and saw that as well as the beige cushion that she was sitting on being clearly very wet the centre cushion of the settee was also quite stained but with cummy white marks which must have been made by Natalie. Perhaps she thought if she pointed these out Natalie wouldn’t mind. “Natalie!” Tanya called. Natalie came back from the Kitchen “kettles on” she said “what is it”. “I hope you don’t mind but as well as these cummy stains,” Tanya pointed to the cummy stains on the centre cushion “ I have inadvertently peed on this one”. “Do you have no control at all Tanya!” Natalie exclaimed rather feeling that Tanya was overstepping the mark. Natalie reflected and turned over the cushion at the other end of the settee “it’s a good job your not the first” she said showing clear evidence of a previous peeing incident. “It’s what happens when you have parties and people get pissed normally” said Natalie as she replaced the cushion. Natalie returned to the kitchen made the coffees and returned to the settee sitting next to Tanya. As she drank her coffee Natalie was reminded of the lunchtime quickie that had resulted in the cum stains not only on the settee but probably everywhere else she sat that afternoon. Natalie thought, the cushions were already stained, a little bit of dilute pee was not going to make any difference now, the cushions could take it. “Ahhhhh” said Natalie as she started to wet herself slowly “It’s nice to wet yourself while your out and about but so much more relaxing at home”. Tanya now felt relieved that she had not upset Natalie, instead pleased with herself for introducing her to a new way of life as she drunk her coffee and squeezed every last drop of pee into the settee.

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Chapter 2 - The Club
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At six on the dot Natalie's phone rang. The caller id showed the caller as unidentified but Natalie recognized the number as a local one. She answered the phone “Sluts unlimited, Natalie speaking, whoops wrong phone ... hello Leif”. Tanya now began to carefully take in Natalie’s pulling technique. No longer would she wait for someone to ask her out, she hadn’t had a serious date in over a year and she had to admit that being a television celebrity carried a lot of baggage. “The rock house ... sounds great ... pick me up at eight, and a friend ... fine see you at eight. You know the address? Bye” Natalie put the phone down. “He’s bringing a friend Tanya. Time to get ready, It’s a rock club so time for the rock chic gear”. 
Natalie went to one of the rails and immediately picked out a lace trimmed black leather mini skirt and matching bra for Tanya. “Put these on, you’ll look the business” said Natalie as she handed Tanya the garments. Natalie went to her own wardrobe and pulled out a black lace completely see through dress trimmed with leather and a heavy studded belt, pausing before getting her mega eight inch platform boots out to consider whether they would stand being peed in, after some consideration she realised that from now on she would probably wet herself whenever she wore them anyway so it would have to be alright.

The two women changed in no time and Natalie got Tanya in front of the mirror to enhance her makeup for the evening before sitting down in front of the mirror to tackle her own. Tanya became aware of how thorough Natalie was when to finish Natalie applied mascara between her legs to her dark brown bush to make it darker and contrast better against her white thighs. “you learn a lot being a professional makeup artist” said Natalie justifying what she new Tanya would think an extreme measure.

Tanya and Natalie had managed two coffees each by the time Leif and Mike had arrived and they were beginning to fill up again. With the brief introductions over they left for the Rock House in the taxi that Leif had hired. Natalie was completely forthcoming about her work at the corporation but Tanya just said that she did ‘modeling’. This wasn’t a complete lie because she had recently appeared in a mail order catalogue Tanya soon found out that Mike worked in a bank and they all new what Leif did.

By the time they had got to the rock club both women were beginning to feel the strain in their bladders. Tanya was walking very gingerly still having not mastered the high boots, trying not to pee accidentally while Mike gallantly held her arm. Leif speeded the party straight to the front of the queue with the tickets that he had bought in advance and once inside Tanya and Natalie felt able to relax. Just before the entrance to the ladies loo Natalie said “Just a minute, I want to take in the atmosphere” and stood with her back to the wall. With her feet tight together and her thigh muscles tightened she let a gentle trickle of pee run down the tops of her thighs, keeping it all out of her boots. For Natalie this was a little disappointing because she could not feel the pee running down her legs. Natalie relaxed her thigh muscles a little and immediately she had the sensation she had missed as the pee started to trickle down her legs inside her boots. Natalie now felt quite turned on and held out her hand towards Leif who took it gently in his hand as she drew him towards her. Natalie closed her eyes and puckered her lips and they kissed as Natalie continued to let a very gentle stream of pee flow down her legs. When the long kiss was over Natalie shut off the flow from her bladder and tried to move on, this was a little uncomfortable as Natalie had got an awful lot of pee in her boots. “I think I will have to pop in here a minute” Natalie said as she dived into the ladies. Tanya new what Natalie was doing but the guys were not aware at all. Tanya let go of Mike and followed Natalie into the ladies. “I didn’t think you would be coming in here” said Tanya her bladder now straining even more now that she was close to a toilet. “I’ve filled my boots, I think I’d better empty them out” said Natalie as she sat down in a cubicle leaving the door open so that she could straighten her legs and remove her boots. As Natalie removed each boot a large amount of pee ran out onto the floor and Tanya shook each one to dry it off a bit before Natalie put it back on. “That’s better” said Natalie as she stood up. “Hurry up, I’m dying for a pee” said Tanya not wanting to break her resolution by peeing in the ladies on the first day, even if it was only on the floor.

Outside the ladies Leif and Mike were still waiting opposite the door. As Tanya took Mikes arm again and they began to walk on she could hold her pee no longer and she felt it start to trickle out. Within seconds it turned into a flood. As Tanya tried to control it she again fell into a heap on the floor as she peed uncontrollably lying on her back with her knees apart shooting a jet of pee up into the air which landed on Leif's feet. After a few more seconds Tanya moved her knees together and sat up still peeing hard into the back of her leather skirt soaking the lace trim. Mike while still holding Tanya’s hand reached down to pull the front of Tanya’s skirt down to recover her modesty. Natalie quickly checked the two guys crotches and noticed the stirrings within. In order to keep Leif’s attention in her direction Natalie put one hand on Leif's bulge and with the other pulled Leif's hand up her thigh resting it on her abundant bush. “Does it turn you on that she pees” Natalie asked Leif. “I suppose it does” replied Leif “Does she always make a point of peeing on someone’s feet, I noticed that your shoes were wet in the shop today”. “That wasn’t Tanya’s pee on my shoes” said Natalie squeezing Leif's hand and pushing it further down between her legs as she released a spurt of pee. Natalie took Leif's hand away from her crotch and placed it on her bottom. Natalie leant forward towards Tanya letting her dress ride up at the back allowing Leif's wet hand to rest on her bare behind. “Are you done now Tanya” Natalie asked as Tanya remained sitting on the floor. Mike could not work out how Tanya could have wet herself to such a great extent immediately after leaving the ladies but he felt only concern for Tanya’s predicament. “Could you help me up please Mike” Tanya asked now that she had regained control. Mike helped Tanya to her feet “Do you want to go somewhere to clean up?” Mike asked. “I’ll be alright, it’s only pee, it will soon dry” came Tanya’s response, completely surprising Mike.

The party moved on into the main room and they sat round a table as the band began to warm up. “I’ll get some drinks” said Mike “What do you want?”. “A large orange juice please” said Tanya. “Same as Tanya with vodka in it please” said Natalie. Leif did not bother answering as Mike knew that he would have a lager. Mike went to the bar to get the drinks. With Mike gone Tanya felt able to be a little more open with the others and announced “I had better make some room for the orange”. Tanya sat back and released her bladder smiling at Natalie letting what remained after her earlier accident cascade over her vinyl clad chair onto the floor. “She’s wetting again” Natalie said to Leif who could now hear the pee running onto the floor. “Don’t you want to go too?” Leif asked Natalie. “I suppose I do really” said Natalie as she took Leif's hand and sat on it as she gently peed, emptying her bladder completely. When Mike returned with the drinks he was alerted by the trickle running off the back of Natalie's chair but said nothing as he put the drinks on the table. Tanya saw Mike looking at Natalie's chair and as he sat down she put her hand in his lap. “Thanks Mike” said Tanya picking up her drink. “Cheers” chorused Natalie and Leif not bothering to pick up their drinks as they now caressed one another. “What came over them?” Mike asked Tanya. “Natalie wet herself and I think Leif found it quite a turn on” replied Tanya “Natalie certainly did, I think I’d better drink up” said Tanya as she gulped down the orange.

Throughout the evening Leif and Mike keep the drinks flowing, bringing back six drinks, two each for Tanya and Natalie, every time. Whether she is sitting at the table or dancing Natalie releases a spurt whenever Leif kisses her for the duration of the kiss while Tanya just wets herself each time Mike asks her “Do you need to go yet?” making sure that Mike can see what she is doing. Tanya watches as Natalie drags Leif into a dark corner and sits on the edge of a table spreading her legs wide and resting her feet on the backs of two chairs. Tanya knows what Natalie has in mind and turns her chair to face Mike Tanya perches on the edge of the chair, reclines and brings her knees up exposing her most intimate area to Mike. “Fuck me Mike, Fuck me hard , NOW!” she demands as Mike turns to face her. Mike fumbles with his fly releasing his engorged penis and kneels in the wet puddle before Tanya. “Do you need to go yet?” Mike asks with a wide smile before entering Tanya as her flow begins soaking the front of Mikes trousers. Mike reaches orgasm almost straight away but continues to thrust his still rock hard penis into Tanya. Leif has now finished with Natalie and he sits with Natalie lying in his lap. Natalie kisses Leif and enjoys the feeling of relaxation as she wets herself soaking Leif who is almost asleep . Mike continues inside Tanya until she also reaches orgasm, Her cries being heard by Natalie across the room. “I think they’ve finished” Natalie informs Leif. Leif picks up Natalie and carries her over to their table. “I think it’s time to go” says Leif aware of the tired state of all of them. Leif goes to hail a taxi and mike gets the girls another round of drinks after they demand ‘one for the road’. Leif returns “Taxi will be ten minutes” he says. As they wait for the taxi Tanya and Natalie finish their drinks as they all listen in silence to the music.

After a few minutes they leave the club and wait outside on the pavement. “This cold weather makes me want to pee” announces Natalie as she lets a spurt of pee run down her legs inside her boots “ Ahh, that feels a bit warmer” she says. Tanya tries to release a small spurt but as usual lets out a flood that splatters loudly on the pavement before regaining control, drawing the attention of others waiting nearby. The taxi arrives and they get in. Awakened by the cold weather Leif begins kissing Natalie. Natalie automatically releases her bladder forgetting that she is in the taxi. Hearing Natalie pee Mike cheekily asks Tanya “do you need to go yet”. Tanya replies “we’re in the Taxi silly, I can’t go here”. Natalie breaks of from Kissing Leif and whispers to Tanya “Don’t worry, I forgot, I just peed, you might as well go ahead, a little bit more wont hurt”. Tanya cuddles up to Mike, releasing a spurt onto the seat as they kiss.

When they reach Natalie's Natalie invites them all up for a coffee. Leif pays the Taxi and they all wait outside until the Taxi is out of sight before going in. Natalie puts the kettle on while the others sit down and chat. Tanya sits on the end of the settee while Mike sits on the floor leaning against the arm of the settee and Leif sits on the floor opposite Tanya getting a nice view up her skirt. Natalie comes in with the coffees and in the bright light Tanya notices that Natalie's mascara has run and points it out. Natalie puts down the coffees and looks at her face in the mirror “where?” she asks. “Not on your face” replies Tanya. Natalie turns round and lifts her skirt to see the dark streaks running down her inner thighs. Natalie and Tanya start to laugh. “I’d better wash it off then!” Natalie exclaims as she forces out a spurt and looks to see if the pee is having the desired result of washing off the mascara. Tanya released a noisy spurt of pee into the settee “No, that didn’t work either, come and sit down” said Tanya. Natalie sits down on the centre of the settee and finishes off emptying her bladder as Tanya does the same. Leif watches now having a good view up both the women’s skirts.
With the coffee over Natalie and Leif get into Natalie's bed while Tanya and Mike make do with the now rather soggy settee. In the morning Tanya is awoken by the sound of Natalie flushing the toilet, “What the hell” Tanya thinks to herself as she releases her first pee of the day into Natalie's still soggy settee.

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Chapter 3 – Back to work
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In the morning Tanya is awoken by the sound of Natalie flushing the toilet, “What the hell” Tanya thinks to herself as she releases her first pee of the day into Natalie’s still soggy settee with Mike still laying on top of her. Natalie comes out of the bathroom still wearing her dress from the night before. “I think it’s time we got going” she tells Tanya. “What time is it?” asks Tanya “I should have let Simmonds know I wasn’t going to be at home”. “It’s about quarter to three, he probably hasn’t left home yet. Are you going to get up or do you want me to get the phone?” said Natalie. “I think Mikes dead, can you help me up I can’t move” said Tanya. With Natalie’s help Tanya wriggled out from under Mike leaving him lying face down on the settee. As she stood up the pee that had collected in her leather skirt dribbled onto the carpet. Tanya now felt a little embarrassed standing with pee dribbling onto the floor but sensing this Natalie let out a spurt of pee into the front of her dress and smiled. Tanya was now beginning to feel a bit more comfortable, “I stink of piss and so does your settee” said Tanya. “I do as well, I just did a big wee in my bed, I don’t know where it all came from. I was enjoying it, It’s a shame I had to get up to poo. We can shower at the corporation, it will take me a few minutes to get your stuff ready anyway”. Tanya went to the phone and called Simmonds to let him know to pick them up from Natalie’s.

Natalie took of her dress and sat naked in front of the mirror to remove her face makeup and apply some more. Tanya finished on the telephone, found her clothes and changed into her long black skirt, white jumper, stockings and shoes. When Natalie had finished she stood up and removed the dark mascara streaks from her inner thighs and called Tanya over. Natalie carefully removed Tanya’s blonde wig and adjusted her hair and makeup, “That’ll do for Simmonds, I’ll finish you off when we get to the corporation, I need to get dressed now. Put the kettle on Tanya and we can have a cup of tea”. Natalie went to her wardrobe and put on a tiny white miniskirt that was pleated half way up and a tiny bra top with a pair of white high heeled sandals. Natalie went over to the bed and took Leif’s hand. Leif was as dead to the world as Mike so Natalie took his hand, pushed it into her crotch and gently peed before placing his arm gently back on the bed and resetting the alarm clock.

“I’ve set the alarm for half past seven, that should leave them enough time to get up. They’ll sleep till lunchtime otherwise, I think we’ve sapped both of them big-time” said Natalie as she came out of the bedroom. Tanya had made two cups of tea and now brought them out of the kitchen. Natalie sat back in an armchair to drink hers while Tanya perched on a dining chair.

Their tea drunk, Tanya and Natalie left Leif and Mike asleep and made their way downstairs to where Simmonds was waiting with the limousine. “Morning ladies” said Simmonds as Natalie got in first and slid across, spreading a trail of cum as she went before Tanya got in. Natalie had felt a sticky sensation between her legs but had not realized quite how much cum was oozing out as she walked down the stairs. Now she had got one back on Tanya for peeing on her settee.

When they arrived at the corporation Simmonds opened the door for Tanya. Tanya got out carefully but as usual Natalie made a bit of a show for Simmonds, sliding along the seat with her knees wide apart and up in the air letting Simmonds not only see her bush but every part of her cummy fanny. Tanya thanked Simmonds and they went in. Natalie opened the dressing room, switched on the light and closed the door behind Tanya. Standing just inside the door with her legs tight together Natalie began to pee, letting her pee trickle gently down her legs and over her shoes before it soaked into the carpet. “I can see work is going to be much more fun from now on” Natalie sighed reveling in the warm, wet sensation between her legs. “Are you going to go before or after your shower, you know that during would be cheating, don’t you?” Natalie said to Tanya not wanting to miss seeing Tanya wet herself. Tanya just accepted what she needed to do and stood just like Natalie, letting the pee flow as gently as she could manage down her legs, soaking into her stockings, running over her shoes and soaking into the carpet.

Tanya undressed, hanging up her skirt and jumper but leaving her soggy shoes and stockings on the floor and showered while Natalie sorted out Tanya’s outfit and made some tea. When Tanya finished showering she put on the new outfit, a white jumper under a red suit consisting of a short skirt and tailored jacket, natural stockings and red shoes. Tanya sat down at the dressing table and drunk her tea while Natalie went to work on her hair and makeup. Natalie now took full advantage of the new freedom that she had discovered, releasing a spurt of pee every few minutes as she worked on Tanya, letting it run down her legs, savoring every drop, feeling her legs sticking together as the cum continued to ooze out.

“Right, I think that’s about it for now, time for you to have some brekkie while I see who’s next door” said Natalie as she finished and gathered up her trolley. Natalie wheeled her trolley to the next dressing room while Tanya joined the news team for breakfast in the newsroom. Natalie did not normally check the duty roster so she was in for a bit of a shock when tried to go into the next dressing room that had William chalked on the door. As she tried to open the door it opened only a few inches before a face appeared. “Who are you?” bluntly asked the man behind the door. “Natalie” Natalie replied “from makeup”. The man behind the door scrutinized Natalie and her trolley through the gap before opening the door fully to let her in. Once inside Natalie began to understand the situation. Sitting at the dressing table was the Prime Minister. As well as the man behind the door there were two others, another man and a women. “I think we ought to frisk her,” said the second man as he looked up and down Natalie. With this the Prime Minister’s eyes lit up and Natalie raised her arms ready to be frisked, looking forward to having hands run all over her body. “ That won’t be necessary, you two wait outside,” said the woman aware that the dressing room was a little small and that they had not offered to frisk any of the less attractive dressers on previous occasions. “Yes Sarge” said the two men as they left the room.

“Any requests sir?” asked Natalie of the Prime Minister as she looked at him in the mirror. “Just polish m’ bonce” the Prime Minister replied self mockingly. Natalie could now see that she needed the high capacity brush that was not on her trolley. This gave her an excellent flashing opportunity she thought as she dragged over the step stool and without using the steps put her foot on the platform, exposing her bare fanny to the mirror as she stepped up to look in the top cupboard. “There’s only paper towels in there love”, the women said as she saw Natalie climb up onto the stool. “Wages so bad that you can’t afford underwear?” the woman asked noticing that Natalie was naked under her skirt. “I just don’t see the point in it, I suppose you wear underwear?” Natalie retorted to the woman while looking at the expanding bulge in the Prime Minister’s trousers. “I don’t, as a matter of fact, it’s no secret, just that no one’s seen my fanny because I keep it covered” the women replied with an unexpected answer. “Wait till I tell the wife my detective doesn’t wear knickers, she’s only just got over Helen ‘Hedgehog’ Brinton”. The Prime Minister was now getting increasingly uncomfortable in the trouser area. “I’m just going to get a brush,” said Natalie as she left the room. Outside Natalie asked the two men “Are you sure that you don’t want to frisk me? It’s OK, I don’t mind”. “I suppose we’d better do it to be on the safe side” said the first man as he got down to work, running his hands past Natalie’s breasts, brushing them with the palms of his hands, down past her skirt then running his hands up her left leg under her skirt, touching her fanny with his left thumb. “ That tickles” said Natalie feeling the thumb on her fanny. Natalie released her bladder, letting it empty freely on the detectives hand. “Don’t make me laugh or I will wet myself” said Natalie as an afterthought as her pee poured uncontrolled between her legs. The detective took his hand away and the two men watched as Natalie peed. “That will do miss, Thank you,” said the second detective, both men now sporting an erection. Natalie moved her legs together and turned off the flow, enjoying the rejuvenated dampness between her legs as she went next door to get the brush. When she returned she set to work on the Prime Minister, unhampered but closely observed by the woman detective.

The female sergeant, ever vigilant now noticed the glistening streaks on the insides of Natalie’s legs. “Natalie, are you alright, your legs look a bit wet?” The sergeant asked as Natalie went to work on the Prime minister. “I’m dreadfully sorry, this is so embarrassing, but I wet myself a bit when your boys tickled me while they were frisking me outside. It was only a little bit, I didn’t think it showed. I’m sorry, I hope it hasn’t caused offence” Natalie answered, pausing from working on the Prime Minister and looking down at her legs. “Wait till I get hold of them!” said the sergeant disgustedly, feeling that her officers had let both her and the force down, disobeying her orders and needlessly harassing Natalie. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended” said the prime minister “It reminds me of last years conference when the wife did a widdle in her pants. It started of as a really long photo shoot outside the hotel. We then had to walk along the front in an icy wind to the conference hall. She kept trying to whisper something in my ear but I never got what it was until she told me again later. By the time we got there she was completely desperate and piddled in her pants in the lobby while the photographers took a few more pictures. Fortunately she had a long ball gown on and the puddle had soaked into the carpet before we had to move on but she had to stay standing until she could slip away and get her knickers off. She was so embarrassed about not having any pants on, as if anyone could see. I found it quite a turn on, especially when I made her show me the wet patch on the carpet later on! Like you two, she’s quite happy without underwear now. If she can be without in front of a whole conference she can do it anywhere”. Natalie glanced at the Prime Ministers lap, noticing that he was indeed aroused. Since she was already noticeably wet a little bit more wouldn’t hurt she thought as she stood with her legs together and began to let a few drops of pee out, feeling the warmth as they wicked down between her legs. “Have you ever wet yourself sergeant?” Natalie asked the sergeant, now expecting a forthright answer as before from the woman detective. “As a matter of fact I have, It’s the main reason I stopped wearing underwear in the first place.” Said the sergeant “I used to end up on interminable stakeouts. You have to stand still for hours on end and you never know how long it’s going to take. On one occasion I was doing some surveillance in an alleyway. There was no way I could move or make a noise without giving my position away and these drug dealers were just sitting down chatting waiting for an accomplice to arrive. It was the accomplice that we were after so I just had to wait. After a few hours I started to get a bit desperate and in all I was waiting for fourteen hours for this chap to turn up. When he arrived he got an ear bashing about why he had been so long from the other chaps, you can’t trust crooks to understand the 24hour clock and we nabbed him, but you can imagine, fourteen hours without a pee, not possible. I think I lasted out about nine but then I started to feel my crotch get a bit damp and I got a bit of cramp and as I moved to relieve the pain it just started to come out, a stream of pee running through my knickers and down each leg, thoroughly soaking my stockings and shoes as well. I managed to keep it to myself but I vowed to try to do something to prevent it happening again so I tried a few things at home and found that if I left my knickers off I could pee standing up in my full uniform and not get any of my clothing wet. I haven’t worn knickers on duty since and I have found this an invaluable aid to my police work, I think I must have peed on the job in virtually every stakeout I did after that, I’ve certainly never wet my knickers again although several times I had to let it quietly trickle down my legs. Strangely enough it felt quite nice, I don’t know why, all warm and wet”. The sergeant continued to watch Natalie as she worked on the Prime Minister.

Meanwhile Tanya was now sitting round the breakfast table in the newsroom going through the running order with the news team while munching on croissants and drinking tea. Tanya normally only had a cup of coffee but now she felt liberated and gulped down as much tea as she could, completely ignoring the inevitable consequence of such a large liquid intake while scribbling down her notes. The meeting was quite hectic because it was not every day that the Prime Minister came in to the studio, no one wanted the government to use the corporation as a mouthpiece and Tanya least of all after her previous run ins with the director so all questions had to be thoroughly checked so that the Prime Minister couldn’t be seen to be pulling a fast one. After half an hour Tanya was already beginning to feel a little bit uncomfortable and was fidgeting about on her chair, perched on the edge leaning forwards across the table. Could this be an opportunity Tanya thought to herself? She could already feel the seat’s upholstery on her bottom where her skirt had ridden up while she was fidgeting. She would have to be careful, there were several people round the table and it was imperative that her stockings stayed dry. Tanya went for it, discretely fidgeting to make her skirt ride up a bit more and moving her feet as wide apart as possible before silently letting out a gentle trickle of pee onto the edge of the chair. Tanya was in a daze for about thirty seconds until she heard her name. “…. Tanya, are you with us,” said the director as Tanya snapped out of her daze and cut off the still silent flow. “I was saying ….” The director continued.

Natalie continued to work on the Prime Minister. Letting small spurts of pee run down her legs as she worked she didn’t care now who saw her wetting herself. The sergeant also now made a mental note that she would not have a problem if she needed to wet herself in front of the Prime Minister. By the time Natalie had finished on the Prime Minister she was completely empty, disappointed that she was unable to squeeze out any more pee to warm up her crotch and thighs. Natalie addressed the Prime Minister in the mirror. “I’ve done now. Don’t worry too much about the orange, I haven’t got a correction light in here. We have to do the extra tangerine for the new HD cameras, you’ll look alright on the monitors if you want to check. You can go to the green room now. I’ll be next door if you need me”.

Natalie left the Prime Minister and took her trolley back to Tanya’s dressing room. Outside she spoke to the second detective as she let go of her trolley and lifted her arms up “I suppose it’s your turn this time?” The second detective got down to work frisking Natalie but was rudely interrupted by the sergeant who put her head round the door. “You two, inside, now!” she barked as the two detectives scurried inside and closed the door. Natalie managed to squeeze another spurt of pee out and pushed her trolley back to Tanya’s dressing room.

The sergeant sent the two detectives to check out the green room then a few minutes later she emerged with the Prime Minister. Noticing the wet patch on the carpet outside the door the sergeant told the Prime Minister to wait for the all clear from the detectives. While she stood behind the Prime Minister in Natalie’s wet patch with her legs together the sergeant began to empty her bladder, allowing the pee to flow freely down her legs, silently soaking in to her stockings and shoes and merging with Natalie’s pee in the Carpet. “Wow that feels good” she thought to herself as the warmth began to penetrate deep inside her giving her a feeling of relaxation when she was in no position to relax her attention on the Prime Ministers security. As her bladder emptied she said “All clear Prime Minister” and they set off down the corridor to the green room.

Her meeting over Tanya drained her fourth cup of tea and carefully stood up, making sure that her skirt and stockings didn’t touch the wet parts of her chair. Tanya pulled her skirt back down again and set of back to her dressing room, hoping that there would be no extra surprise drops to streak her stockings.

Natalie had taken a shower while she waited for Tanya to return from her meeting and was now fully dressed again in her white miniskirt, top and shoes and drinking a cup of tea while waiting for Tanya to return. “Where have you been, how can you get your outfit that disheveled in no time?” said Natalie as Tanya came back to her dressing room, her skirt now quite creased where it had ridden up while Tanya was fidgeting. “I wet myself” Tanya replied. “I drank quite a lot of tea and became quite fidgety so I let my skirt ride up a bit and peed on the chair. Is that all right with you?” said Tanya now playing the celebrity, thinking Natalie impudent for questioning what she had done. “It does matter when I have to iron your skirt again, take it off and give it here,” said Natalie. Tanya unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it and passed it to Natalie, now standing with only her stockings and shoes on below her waist, her jacket not quite long enough to be a dress and her bottom and fanny on show to anyone who should walk through the door. “You’ll have to get me some more pee-friendly outfits, I can’t pee through that skirt because the wet patch on the back will show”. “Not to the camera it won’t, when does the camera ever see the back of you skirt” said Natalie in a cloud of steam as she finished ironing Tanya’s skirt and handed it back to her. “You could still let the pee run down you legs though, that would keep it off your skirt” said Natalie forgetting that Tanya was wearing natural coloured stockings. “What, with these stockings,” said Natalie zipping her skirt back into position. Tanya put her hands on her hips, her legs together and peed, making a considerable hissing noise as a large amount of pee ran down her legs leaving dark streaks on her stockings. Tanya stopped peeing and moved her legs apart with her feet turned outwards. “What do you reckon then, invisible?” said Tanya. “I think they look quite nice, the PM will like it, he thinks wetting is a big turn on, I think you’d better change them though, here’s another pair. “What do you mean, the PM likes wetting? Said Tanya as she removed her shoes and changed her stockings. “I put on a little show for the PM’s detectives earlier and I was still a bit wet when I was polishing the PM’s head so the conversation got round to wetting, you know the way it does, and I ended up peeing in front of the Prime Minister while I did his makeup. He got a really big stiffy, he likes it a lot, so do his detectives. I can’t think of a better way to get him on side. Right, sit down and I’ll finish you off”. Natalie put the final touches to Tanya’s hair and makeup and let out a spurt of pee as she stood back and checked Tanya in the mirror. “Right, your done, see you at nine”.

Tanya left Natalie in her dressing room and made her way to the studio and got kitted up with her microphone and earpiece. As Tanya gets onto the set she greets the Prime Minister and they both sit down. “One minute” shouts the floor manager. Tanya is now fully alert as she hears the activity from the gallery in her ear. Tanya starts some small talk to set up a rapport with the Prime Minister. “I hear you had Natalie to do your makeup, she loves tangerine” said Tanya. “Oh yes, quite a girl, she put on quite a show, she ought to be in front of the camera” replied the Prime Minister. Tanya puts her script out of sight and uses the opportunity to spread her legs wide to give the Prime Minister a nice view of her fanny. Tanya watches the Prime Minister and is pleasantly surprised by the effect she is having on him. “Clear the set, ten seconds and eight and seven and six and five” called the director as Tanya faced the camera. “The time now is seven o’clock and welcome to Morning news. This morning we have the Prime Minister with us who will hopefully be able to clear up some of the confusion surrounding last weeks announcements by the foreign office on refugees”. Tanya turned to face the Prime Minister and began her questioning. As she sat confidently on the low chair she fired off her questions, quickly reducing the Prime Minister to a Gibbering wreck. The Prime Minister floundered as he tried to work around concise questioning, even giving yes and no answers to some questions. After what must have felt like an eternity for the Prime Minister Tanya finished her questioning. “Thank you Prime minister,” said Tanya now turning to face the camera with a huge smile. Tanya new she had done well and now began to reward herself. She started, releasing a steady hot stream of pee through her skirt into the low seat “And now with a roundup of the headlines over to John”. Tanya beamed as she performed the link, now just relaxing and peeing through her skirt into the low chair, relishing the warmth as it pooled around her fanny. Tanya held her position until the ‘on air’ light was extinguished. Cutting off the flow she reached forward to shake hands with the Prime Minister, Lifting herself off the seat and moving slightly aside to let the Prime Minister see the wet patch on the seat before sitting back down.

Tanya had really done it now, There was no way she could move from her seat till the end of the show. As the Prime Minister left the set she reached for her glass of water. Simmonds had said it was best to drink plenty. 

   Tanya

Story: Made to Drink

My first story and it's about my first Golden experience. I had been seeing my girlfriend Sarah for about 6 months. Sex with her was always great, but we had got to that stage where we had tried all the "regular" things (if you know what I mean) and things were starting to get a bit predictable.

Then one night I told her about a porno that I had watched as a teenager featuring some Golden Showers. I was expecting her to be shocked, but to my surprise, she asked me more questions about it. I was getting so horny talking about it and I could tell she was too. I asked her outright if she wanted to do it and to my utter delight, she said she'd always wanted to do it, but just thought that I wouldn't ! So within a minute we were naked and stepping into our large corner bath. We got warmed up with some oral sex and then she said the magic words that live with me to this day... "I want to piss over you.. and want to see you drink it" I gasped and almost came right there and then. So I laid back in the bath and she stood astride me rubbing her swollen wet pussy and opening her lips. I leaned forward to slid my tongue up and down her honey sweet pussy, licking her clit hard and going all the way down to flick over her asshole.

She then pushed my head back and looked at me with such a horny nasty look that rocked my world. She licked her lips and said "open your fucking mouth" I did as she ordered and a strong stream of piss, shot out of her pussy and soaked my face. It was a feeling unlike any other before, the pee was so much warmer than I expected and I moved my head to catch it in my mouth. mmmmmm tasted sweet and good. I looked up at Sarah and she said "swallow my piss". I let is slide down my throat and drunk as much as she could give me. I licked her pussy clean and she pulled me to my feet to kiss me and push her tongue into my mouth. She liked what she tasted and then we swapped positions.

I stood over her pointing my dick at her large gorgeous tits and released my stream of golden love juice all over them. She rubbed her nipples as I soaked them and said "in my mouth.. I want your piss in my mouth" How could I refuse!? I moved forward so my cock was an inch from her face and soaked it before pushing it into her mouth. It quickly filled with piss and cascaded out the sides and down over her body. She pushed me away so she wouldn't choke on it, allowing enough pee to settle in her mouth before slowly swallowing it. She sighed and groaned as an orgasm ripped through her body. I had never seen her looking so hot or reacting so hornily. As you can imagine, we went on to fuck all night long and we have never looked back. We are now very happily married and have golden fun at least twice a week.

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Story: His Loving Mother

My mother and I lived with my Aunt. My father had passed on a few years back and my aunt never married so mom and me moved in with her because of lack of money. I lived my teenage years with them. When I was 18 and just finished high school my mother pushed me to get a full time job. I had been working
part-time and had no interest in going to college.

I found a job working at a Home Depot and I would work early mornings.

One afternoon after work I had a few beers with the Gus and then went home. My mother was upset when she realized that I had been drinking and driving.

Well my Mom and my aunt gave me a talk for about 45 minutes. I kept telling them that I had to use the bathroom and they kept telling me to sit down and listen. Well after a few more minutes I really had to go bad. They said " don't try to walk away from us" I said once again that I had to go
real bad.

They both at that point followed me to the bathroom to see if I really had to pee.

At first I objected, but I had to go so bad I did not care who was there.

I try to pee facing away from them so that they could not see me. While I was peeing they continued to talk All of a sudden they stopped talking and just stared at me peeing. When I finished we all went back to the living room and they continue their talk

That evening after dinner I helped clean up the kitchen and then walked towards the bathroom. My mother followed and began laughing saying that she found it kind of nice watching me pee. She said that it reminded her of my baby days. She asked me if she could watch me pee.

At first I felt funny but with her laughing and me now laughing I said ok.

I began to pull down my fly and mom asked me to pull down my pants she said she wanted to see my behind - we laughed some more and I thought why not so I pulled down my pants I began to pee. My came up behind me and placed her hand on my bottom and leaned over me smiling and giggling. I have to say it felt
kind of nice to feel her hand on my bottom. When I finished I pulled my pants up, my Mom kissed me and we went our separate ways.

The following day I went to work and when I retuned home I headed to bathroom to wash up and to use the bathroom. My mother followed and began to talk to me by the door before I went into the bathroom. I though what the heck and began to pee - this time my mother came up next to me and asked me if she could hold it for me like when I was a baby and she was teaching me to use the bathroom. Before I really could answer she held me very softly - I began to get hard - she of course notice but just giggled and said that it did not do that when I was baby.

Since that day we have had many great times I would love to tell you more but I do not know if you would like to know

If you want to know please write

This is a true story and these events have changed my life


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Story: First Story

This story has actually happened, but I’m still a bit awkward and need more practice at w/s!! Luckily Simon, my partner, will let me get loads of practice I’m sure.

One evening, a couple of weeks back, Simon and I had been down the local for a few bevies and drank one or two too many as usual. By the time the front door of our house came in to focus I had to grab between my legs to stop wetting my pants as a wave of desperation hit me. I noticed Simon in a similar predicament as hurriedly he rummaged about in his pockets for his keys with one hand and squeezed the end of his knob with the other. He shifted from foot to foot as the door swung open, but before he could go tearing up the stairs I grabbed his arm "you're not allowed to use the toilet!" I told him happily and dragged him not exactly kicking and screaming into the bedroom. I kissed him, and undressed him before falling onto the bed with him, there were straps already in place, on all four corners of the bed which I fitted securely in place around Simon’s wrists and ankles.

Before I watch Simon piss himself (which is my goal) I nipped downstairs to get a couple of beers, just to make sure there's a good supply of nectar!

In the bedroom I place a drinking straw in a beer, which Simon is ordered to drink from, he protests but perseveres, just for me. I am getting a few drops of piss dribbling down my leg now (it's not just piss as I am quite horny seeing Simon at my mercy, and dying for a piss!) as waves of urgency wash over me.

"You're not to piss yet!" I was not serious in my order as I stood up on the bed looking down at his gorgeous face, I let a few drops of piss fall to his face hitting his lips and mouth as eagerly he opened it in expectation, but I knelt down over him taking the end of his stirring cock between my teeth and wrapping my lips around it, slowly all the way down his smooth shaft .I could fit all in one go - but not for long. I kept him there for about a minute with me crouched just out of range of his darting tongue, catching my increasing drips that , I feared , would soon turn into a torrent, with his increasing penis in my mouth, I kept flicking my tongue over the helmet until I couldn't reach anymore and I was almost gagging with it so far down my throat. Slowly I withdrew my lips all the way to his end just as some pee escaped him, then I sucked hard which shocked him, and the flow stopped, but his bladder just didn't care that it was my mouth it was pissing in, it just couldn't wait another minute, as my tongue flicked over his helmet and I plunged his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth a torrent of piss hit the back of my throat, I drank the warm juice that was at that moment as precious as his cum to me! The flow became a hard jet and I had to open my mouth and let Simons pee run all down my chin. I directed his cock at my tits and as the hot water washed over me everywhere and I was locked in complete ecstasy, I started to piss.

I took Simons helmet in my mouth to drink the remaining stream and nibble his ‘bell’ with my teeth, closely followed by my lips and I took the best pee of my life. My pussy relaxed as I allowed Simons tongue to explore my most sensitive parts, I could hear the hissing sound as my pee hit my ‘piss lips’ and gushed into Simons mouth. His tongue probed my clit as piss flowed out of his mouth, down his chin and drenching his chest, then I trembled as I came in huge spasms and my fanny pulsed, female cum juices and piss together, as I sat down fully on Simons mouth and face unable to hold myself up then Simon was pushing franticly into my eager mouth as I sucked and pulled the remaining few squirts of piss followed by a spurt of cum, so hard, it nearly took the top of my head off. We sucked and drank every last drop until finally collapsing in a wet heap before fucking – but that’s another story.

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Story: Trish's Hot Mother Fucker

Trish hung up the phone and got up to go start a bath. She wanted to look hot for her male friend, after all he was going to lend her a computer so she could start her own pornographic website featuring pics of herself posing in fantasy situations for big money. She loved to tease
Tom until he begged her for sexual release, only to promise him some pussy next time she saw him. She would get so horny for cock while prick teasing him that she would often call two or three men to come over and gang fuck her after he left. Sometimes she would let Tom fuck her, but that was rare since she liked to fuck lots of different studs, especially at the same time. "Was that Tom on the phone?" Trish's mother yelled down the hall at her over-sexed daughter. "Yeah, he'll be here in about half an hour," replied Trish, "I need to run up to the store to get some cigarettes
as soon as I get out of the tub, Is that okay Mom?" Margo felt a warmth rush flow through her firm, and still very sexy body.

She had always thought Tom was a real looker, if she was 20 years younger and hadn't become very religious, she could and would have laid him already, she thought. Shocked at the way she was thinking she quickly replied that she would wait for him until she returned. Margo was a fine looking woman even at fifty-ish she had a nice body, with not a trace of fat. She had nice firm titties, not huge like Trish, but very pert, along with an ass that looked more like a thirty year old's and long smooth legs. Trish had recently convinced her mother to dye her long elegant hair blonde, making her look younger and a lot sexier. Trish even dyed her mother's pussy hair blonde, despite Margo's statement that no one looks down there anymore! It had been two years since her husband had passed away, and two years since she'd scratched her itch. In fact, she thought, I haven't really been fucked hard since I can remember.

Her husband had been a good provider, but had become an alcoholic with very little sexual desire or ability. Despite these shortcomings, Margo remained by his side till the end, while keeping in the good eye of her church. She couldn't believe how x-rated some of the lewd, nasty
thoughts she was thinking were! "I'm leaving," yelled Trish as she went out the front door, "I'll be back in a few, have my man wait for me," she said as the door closed behind her. Margo sighed, my little slut daughter gets hard cock all the time. As a matter of fact she thought, I know she'll be back in a few...a few fucks! She figured her fuck slut daughter had gone out to get some meth from a couple of guys she fucked once in a while.

She didn't like the meth but couldn't get Trish to stop using. Trish liked the way she could orgy all night and the increased intensity of her orgasms when she was high. Sometimes when she's on it she said she could shoot pussy cum across the room. She knew Trish didn't have any money for drugs, but she also knew the dealers would gladly take it out of her slut pussy and ass, or tit-fucking her over-sized jugs and nipples.

Margo decided to take a quick bath before Tom arrived to calm down her nasty thoughts, but as she slipped into the warm bath water she realized her plan was not working. The warm water was having the opposite effect on her, without thinking she began to slowly play with her now erect
clit, the image of Tom filling her closed eyes as she masturbated. Not bad, she thought to herself as she inserted a fourth finger up her horny cunt, I bet I could teach ol' Tom a trick or two she sighed as she sawed her fist in and out of her well loosened pussy hole. Her trance was broken
by the doorbell, "Damn," snarled Margo still craving the orgasm that Tom had interrupted, "I'll be right there Tom, just let me get into a bath robe or something." Unable to find her bath robe, she settled for wrapping a towel around her still firm body, while cussing Trish under her breath for
taking her robe. "Hold on," she yelled above the insistent ringing, she decided to leave her hair down as she adjusted the very short towel on her firm, sexually aroused body, then took a deep breath and opened the door.

Tom wasn't expecting the lovely package that opened the door to greet him, but he sure liked what he saw. "Hi Tom,"Margo said, realizing that she should have covered up better. "Trish said to wait for her, and that you could go ahead and start setting up the computer in her bedroom," Margo said. She felt Tom's eyes taking in her every curve, and he didn't even try to hide the fact that he took a long, lusty stare at her barely covered fuck hole and titties. She thought she could see a large, growing bulge forming is Tom's pants as he walked past her, lightly brushing against Trish's now very horny mom, making her nipples harden and her pussy tingle. "Sounds great,"
Tom managed, taking in the scantily clad cock craving mother of his whore girlfriend. He hadn't been expecting this..., fuck..., he hadn't even thought about fucking Trish's mom before, but her hard nipples and long legs wrapped in only a small towel where changing that. He wanted
to fuck her and fuck her hard he thought. In her hot pussy, in her tight little asshole, and down her throat. Margo knew she had better go get dressed before things got out of hand, quickly she turned to go to her bedroom, swinging the door shut at the same time. The draft caused
by the door swinging closed caused a piece of paper on a nearby table to blow to the floor. As Margo turned to see what had happened her towel caught a glass figurine and sent it crashing to the floor. Without thinking, the barely dressed mom bent over forwards to try and catch
the doomed decor, and when she did, Tom got to see where his slut bitch got her charms from. The already strained towel rose up her firm thighs as Margo leaned over, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy, glistening with cunt juice, clearly in need and anticipation of a horny stud like Tom's fat cock up her leaking fuck slit. But, what really got him hot to fuck her was her slightly agape asshole, winking at him, almost begging for a fat cock up the tight pink anal tube that promised sexual pleasure. To make the best of the situation,

Margo took her time bending over to pick up figurine, unashamedly showing off her horny asshole and pussy hole to her new stud, her swelling erect clit becoming visible at
the top of her pussy hole, now extremely wet with Margo's pussy cum. When the sexy mature slut was sure he'd gotten a good long look at all her womanly charms she slowly straightened up while she smoothed the tiny coth along her body with one hand as she wiggled her ass, pretending to
adjust the skimpy bath towel. She looked behind her as she rose and caught her new sexual interest staring at her body with lust. She smiled sexily at the horny stud, teasing him with her slut charms, all thoughts of sinning were long gone as Margo's being became blind with lust for her
slut daughters well hung boyfriend. After she was sure he had gotten a good look at her pussy and asshole she straightened up and gave the ultra short towel a half-hearted tug down to cover her sex, leaving half her ass cheeks and a teasing amount of cunt hair on display. "Make yourself at
home," Margo said sexily, with a twinkle in her eye "I'm going to finish getting dressed. If you need anything just help yourself."

With that she turned and sashayed down the hall, walking as sexually provocative as she could, her ass cheeks wriggling under the revealing towel. That ought to get his cock's attention she laughed to herself, now he's ready to fuck anyone, anytime, anywhere. Yeah, fuck me,
right now and right here the horny mom thought as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking at her self. Knowing that she was going to seduce Tom into fucking her, Margo decided to really make herself look like a dirty horny slut. Her long blonde hair, along with the right make
up and skimpy see-thru teddy and panties made her into the wanton cock craving cum whore she craved to become. She decided on lots of jewelry to complete the transformation, making her look even more glamorous and desirable. As she looked at the seductress in the mirror, it became apparent to her that her pussy would look more fuckable if she shaved the cunt hair and exposed her hard clit for her potential studs viewing pleasure. Soon Margo was looking at her reflection and admiring her new 'porn star' look, that nasty fuck slut is ready to get fucked hard, she thought.

Tom got the last of the computer gear he had brought out of his car and closed the car door. As he walked down the hallway towards Trish's bedroom to start setting up the computer his head was swimming of horny thoughts aimed at his 'girlfriends' mom. Visions of her bending
over and unashamedly exposing all her charms to him, only to give him that sly smile, a smile that promised erotic pleasures for those allowed to touch, or in this case, fuck, the sex starved women's needy holes. Tom tried to get his mind off the scene he had witnessed earlier, hoping to reduce the swelling in his pants, but he wasn't having much luck. As much as he tried, he couldn't forget the lewd memories of slutty Margo showing off her womanly assets to him for his pleasure. His thoughts went to Trish, hoping she would get back soon before he did something he shouldn't with her mother. Images of both Trish and Margo naked and ready to fuck him in a hot, incestuous three way. started to fill his head.

Meanwhile Trish wasn't having much luck, some slut named Dina had beat her to her main dealers house and had set up camp. Dina was Randy's girlfriend sometimes, and she didn't really like Trish coming around to try to fuck her man for free dope. Fuck, Trish thought as she
turned around and started walking to her car, That's Dina's fucking car. She knew Dina didn't like her and that Randy wouldn't be able to 'deal' with her with the bitch around. "Oh well," she murmurer, "Their loss." Trish thought Dina had nice tits and when they first met, hoped that they would get into some lesbo-group stuff, but that never happened. Trish knew that if Randy had the choice, he would choose her peroxide blonde,slut ass over Dina any day. Ever since she had turned eight, men had always wanted to fuck her, and more often than not, she wanted to fuck them.

She'd fucked and sucked teachers (in the fourth grade she seduced her P.E. teacher, Mr.Sullivan), the pool cleaning crew(five well hung studs gang fucked a willing pre-teen Trish at her pool side tenth birthday party), and the construction crew that remodeled her parents house when she was almost thirteen. The horny little slut had even seduced her drunk dad when she was fifteen, getting into some serious heavy petting and groping, but stopping short of any real fucking when her dad passed out after shooting his second load.

With that thought she pulled the hem of the thin t-shirt she was wearing down to make sure her nipples weren't showing. She always pushed the limit of the law when she dressed, and she loved the attention men gave her when dressed to arouse, and today was no different. The thin white cotton shirt fit snugly over the sluts ripe DD's, her big braless nipples poking out firmly. She had cut the sleeves off and had cut the bottom hem off so that the shirt barely covered her large
aureoles, showing off the hot naked tit flesh, perfectly rounded shape peeking from beneath the hem. Her Levi cut offs were made to arouse also, with the aide of a pair of scissors. The sides were cut and veed as high as they could go, the ass cut as short as physically possible, only the back
pocket bottom stopping the shorts from being even shorter, if that were possible considering over half her slut ass was already showing for all big cocked studs to see, and if she bent over the lucky men would really get a sweet treat from the sexy, slutty Trisha. Her almost bare ass high
lighted by the edges of her puckered brown ass hole, peeking out provocatively, framed by her tight and very fuckable ass. In front, they were cut so short that only a thin denim strap served as the crotch to hide her horny slut pussy. They were cut a little higher than the bottom fly buttons so that they left nothing to the imagination and made it clear what she was looking for and wanted. Her skimpy red g-string teasingly peeked out both sides of the thin crotch strap, covering her hot fuck hole where her cut offs couldn't. Her next stop was some guy she had just met named Roy.

As she pulled into his driveway she noticed a couple of cars she didn't recognize. She hoped she hadn't been beaten to the dope by some other bimbo whore, or worse yet the visitors didn't do dope and then she would really be fucked the slut thought. As she approached the door she
decided she would cock tease Roy, and promise to suck and fuck him next time. She loved prick teasing and besides Roy wasn't anything special, except for the meth. She'd rub his cock and let him feel her up, get the dope and split she thought as she rang the door bell. Roy answered and
looked lustfully at the big titted meth slut with her pussy, ass and tits hanging out. "Come on in, Hon," the large, muscular man said, knowing he was going to have some fun with this fuck bunny. "Who's here?" Trish asked, before entering all the way inside. "Just some friends," Roy said, "It's
cool, c'mon in baby." He led Trish down the hall to the T.V. room, "You're just in time, We just sat down and started to have a smoke of some killer meth," Roy said, his big cock starting to swell as he saw how the blonde bimbo was dressed, her skimpy shorts and top leaving little to Roy and his buddies imagination. In the room watching a hardcore groupsex video, were four more guy's that Trish hadn't met before.

She was introduced and learned there names were Rick, Don, Brett and Cody. Trish started to think she might have a change of plan since these studs were hot looking and the porno was getting her hot to fuck. Four guy's she hadn't met meant four cocks she hadn't had squirt up her pussy or ass, or on her DD titties or her slut face. She felt the familiar tingling in her fuck hole as the studs directed their attention to the nasty looking blonde fuck slut with her most desirable private parts, teasing, nearly, but not quite showing themselves to the increasingly high and sexually aroused studs. Trish sat down on a couch with two studs on each side and started her tease by rubbing up on the men as she would pass the pipe to them, and asking them to light the pipe for her as she would bend over, letting the aroused studs get a good look at her hot holes easily visible thanks to her X-rated cut-offs. The view from the other end was having the same effect on the now extremely hard studs lighting the pipe for her. Her braless DD tits hung to the couch cushions, rubbing the fabric and making her her nipples stiffen to attention. The men made no attempt to hide their stares and the lust that was building over this shameless, big titted meth slut that was obviously comfortable with the idea of fucking and sucking five guys, most of which she'd never met, to sexual satisfaction.

On the television screen the porno continued to play as four men with huge cocks began rubbing their big rods all over the blonde porn actresses face, her tongue flicking at the large heads and the cum seeping piss slits, making the men in the film groan in appreciation. Cody lit the pipe for the blonde prick tease and watched the tape and the DD cleavage right in his face, alternating between the two. The hot looking blonde in the porn movie resembled Trish in a way, and Cody mentioned that the only difference was that Trish had bigger tits and nipples, they all agreed that Trish was just as desirable as the porn queen getting face fucked by four huge studs. Trish knew that her new found guy friends were ready to fill all her available holes full of cocks and cum, so she decided to give them the green light by replying to Cody's statement with, "Another difference is that the porn slut can only handle four big dicks, as where I like at least five, fat horny pricks to play with and shove in my holes till they shoot." That was all the guys need to hear as they started to caress the nymphs big tits and well used pussy as they started to disrobe, eventually exposing five rock hard pricks, none under ten inches and all as thick as Trish's wrist.

She looked lustfully at the meat on display for her and thought how lucky she was that all the guys were not only cute, but had big, thick cunt pleasing cocks. All the men were already hard as they took in the nasty sluts hot body, her open lewdness making their cocks twitch in anticipation of gang banging the loose bitch. Trish knew men always wanted to fuck her, but she was always proud when all the men were hard from just looking at her sexy body. As she let out a low moan she sat back down on the couch with Cody on one side and Brett on the other. She leaned back and took a hard prick in each hand and started to slowly jack off the two dicks, while urging Don to come over and eat her pussy in the sexiest voice and filthiest language she could think of. "Please, stud, "the wanton slut cooed, "Lick my pussy and suck on my big clit, lover," she begged, "Stick your tongue in my fuck hole, oh yeah, fucker," she hissed "Fuck my slut whore pussy with your tongue...c'mon, I want you to taste my pussy cum, lover, then I'll lick your big balls, your cock and ass-hole until I taste your cum."

That was all Don needed to hear as he spread the over-sexed blondes legs wide and took in this nymphs totally exposed womanhood, on display for his (and four friends) entertainment and pleasure. Trish noticed that Roy was just watching the x-rated action and motioned with a finger to him. "There's plenty for everyone, Roy, honey," the big titted blonde man toy purred. "C'mon and help Don tongue my pussy hole you fucker, I want you to taste my pussy," she begged. Cody and Brett stopped sucking Trish's big nipples long enough to pull her legs over theirs giving Don and Roy total access to the cum loving cunt's pussy, clit and asshole. As Cody and Brett went back to sucking the bimbo's fat nipples while she slowly jacked their fat pricks, Rick straddled the back of the couch so that Trish could have easy access to his eleven inch rod with her mouth. Trish always loved a gang bang, especially when all the cocks are so fucking huge she thought, as Ricks big dick tapped on her lips, bringing her back to the situation at hand, or in this case, mouth. Slowly she took the mans large prick in her mouth, teasing him with her tongue, licking the head and the fat shaft and finally his nuts, sucking one then the other, using her mouth to engulf the lucky studs balls rolling each one around her hot sucking mouth.

The men could tell that Roy and Don were doing all the right things as Trish moaned she could feel her pussy getting ready to shoot. The two men each took a pussy lip in their mouths and ran their tongues up and down the trashy blonde's hot fuck hole while jacking themselves off to get their big cocks ready to fuck her pussy and ass. As Don moved to her clit and began an oral attack on the whore's erect nub, Roy moved down to her asshole, holding an ass cheek in each hand he proceeded to give Trish a deep rim job, literally fucking the sluts asshole with his tongue. This was to much for the nasty meth whore, as her first orgasm began to rock her over-sexed body. Trish let out a scream that made all the men look up just in time to see her thin, watery pussy cum shoot out of the blonde slut's fuck hole. The warm liquid spattered all over Don and Roy's faces, the rest landing on the couch and floor. At the same time Cody and Brett were getting a surprise of their own, sucking on the bitches big nipples as she came. Even though it had been six months since her last baby, and that she hadn't used her breast pump since a birthday party she had given for a male friend, her swollen nipples began to produce a thin, sweet nectar of fine breast milk much to the pleasure of the suckling men.

As Brett and Cody played with Trish's big DD tits they quickly learned how to milk the whores nipples by squeezing the swollen nub with two fingers, sending a thin stream of milk in all directions and lightly covering Trish's new lovers with her big titties fresh milk. The men decided
it was time for some fucking as Roy and Cody laid on the floor on their backs, opposing one another almost ass to ass. At first Trish didn't know what the two men were doing until they made her aware that their cocks were now right next to each other in order to see if she were woman enough to suck two fat cocks at a time. "Sounds like a challenge," laughed Trish as she got down on the floor next to the hard studs. "Mmhh," the blonde sighed as she tried to grip both cocks with one hand as she hungrily licked both the egg sized cock heads at the same time. With the mens urging she managed to get both the rods down her throat at the same time, leaving only a few inches of both dicks exposed outside her over stuffed mouth.

Meanwhile Don and Brett had began to loosen the sluts pussy and ass with their fat, calloused fingers, slowly sawing in and out of her soon to be stuffed holes. "What an ass," mused Brett to Don, "She must get fucked in the ass all the time, Fuck I got four fingers up her ass no
problem." "Oh yeah, I heard Trisha likes to ass fuck, huh baby" Roy said to Trish who's mouth was stuffed with two big fuck sticks. The hot fuck bunny smiled at the man with her eyes and moaned on the cocks down her throat. "I'll take that as a yes," the large man said as he eased his last
finger into her gaping cunt. "See Don," Brett chuckled "Trish the Dish must get fucked in the pussy all the time too, see?" With that he shoved his whole hand into the loose sluts fuck box, making her moan loudly followed by more cum shooting from her stretched cunt as Brett started to fist
fuck the bitches fuck hole with Don looking on in awe. With girl cum streaking Brett's forearm from the intense fist fucking, Roy decided Trish was ready for his next surprise. As Brett pulled his wrist from her now gaping cunt, Rick pulled her off the two dicks she was fucking down her throat, making a disappointed moan emit from the horny cock sucker. The moans soon turned to moans of lust as her pussy was lowered down onto the two large cocks that had been fucking her mouth. Thanks to the fisting, Trish's pussy gave little resistance to the two rock hard cocks trying to bury themselves in her womb. The cunt lips stretched tightly around the two pricks as she sunk deeper onto the mens rods until she could feel the cock heads bumping against her cervix. This set off her third orgasm, sending cum shooting from her pussy and down the dicks buried in her love hole.

As she continued to fuck the big double-dicks stuffed in her insatiable cunt hole, riding the studs with her eyes closed, low moans emitting from deep within the fuck sluts man pleasing body, gradually increasing in both volume and urgency. Rick, Don and Brett amused themselves by playing with her big nipples and using the fresh tit milk as lubrication as they rubbed their swollen, milk covered dicks all over the double-dicking blondes big tits and face, her tongue lashing out at the three seeping piss slits anytime one would near her hot pink lip glossed
mouth. As the tempo reached fever pitch, Don decided Trish need to get fucked in her puckered ass hole by his big cock. First he licked and kissed her her perfectly shaped ass cheeks, making her shake her ass and moan in appreciation as she leaned forward to allow Don better access to her tight little ass hole. In this position Rick and Brett could only use her face and long, silky blonde hair for their sexual gratification and lust.

As Rick fucked the whore's wanton mouth, and Brett jacked off with his dick wrapped in her hair, Roy sucked the mother's nectar from her hanging orbs. Don in the meantime had worked his way down to her pucker hole and was french kissing her ass hole with his tongue. Don couldn't help but notice the erotic sight just inches away from him, the two huge cocks stuffed up a ready and willing cunt hole, leaving trails of man and woman cum streaked on Trish's pussy lips and down her thighs as she fucked the big rods buried deep in her snatch. Don shoved his rock hard cock up the orgy sluts loosened up shitter making her moan, "Fuuuuuucccckk......," she screamed as she came for what must of been the ninth orgasm, literally drenching Roy and Cody's large fucking members and dripping down their thighs. This brought a loud moaning from Cody as he sprayed the inner walls of her cunt with his man seed, causing Roy to also lose control. "Ahhhh....," Roy gasped as he too, filled the new aquantance's pussy hole with large amounts of male semen. "You two fucker's..... Fuck, I love it, don't stop you guys, fuck me hard, I love it." This trashy whore talk made Don lose control, moaning as he shot load after load up Trish's once tight ass hole. At the same time Rick pulled out of her mouth sending cum shooting all over her face and open mouth, while Brett jacked off all over her silky bleach blonde hair.

Trish was glad to notice that none of the men had gone soft, especially the dual dongs she was enjoying fucking so much. "Lover," Trish cooed to Rick and Brett, "I'm still horny for some cock up my ass, do you think you two could 'Help me out' ," Trish teased. As the fuck slut continued to ride the two horse dicks shoved up her pussy while sucking Don's cock back up to full attention, Brett and Rick took turns fucking Trish's shit hole while fondling her sexy ass cheeks. "Is that all the cock that you guy's got," teased Trish with a pouting look on her face. "You want some more cock in your pussy, don't you," said Rick with a sly grin. "Mmmm......you know what Ilike lover.....c'mon and fuck me, please," Trish begged. Rick need no more encouragement as he pulled his cock out of her ass and started rubbing his cock head around her clit, and between the two rods already fucking her pussy. He wedged his dick between the other two and firmly shoved his way into the overfilled cunt causing the over-sexed fuck toy to scream out loudly, again sending thin pussy cum spraying wildly on the bitches new found friends.

Brett decided to see how nasty this slut could get as he bent Trish foward so her ass was higher in the air, then straddling her back while facing Rick, Brett eased his man pole deep into Trish's loosened up ass hole. Trish was in complete euphoria, all holes filled with big cocks, but she couldn't and wouldn't forget why she was here, meth. Hell, she could, and did, get multiple cocks whenever she wanted, that was never a problem. What was, was getting any dope from a guy you let have the whole package befoer collecting the fee. As the guy's came one by one, their dicks slipping reluctantly from Trish's various holes, dripping semen everywhere, Trish made her move.
"Roy, why don't you get me a little turn-on and then I'll give you guy's a big turn-on," the sex crazy, meth addicted blonde purred. I'll meet you guy's at the outdoor bathroom by the pool. "Don't be late, you studs," the blonde orgy slut teased. The pool's bathroom was completely tiled from the wall to the floor with a drain in the middle of the floor. It had a toilet, a sink and a shower head sticking out of the wall. Basically a big shower with a sink and toilet inside. Trish turned on the shower and washed the cum from her body and hair, watching the goo go swirling down the drain. She knew not to spend a lot of time cleaning up, since she was going to get messy one more time before the final clean up. Just as she finished towelling off her hair, the guy's came in and took the towell from her and sat it on the sink. Next the five naked men, each with their big dicks rock hard and ready again, took the sex slave and sat her on the sink on top of the towell. Roy caught Trish's eye, and showed her a packet of meth before putting it in her purse.

The guy's each took turns fucking Trish's slut pussy until they came in her or on her. Just as the last guy was getting ready to shoot, Trish started pissing while wiggling her ass, sending yellow streams flying through the air and all over the suprised studs. "Good for you, good for us,"
Roy said as he started pissing all over Trish's cum covered body. The other studs got the idea and soon all five men were giving the slut the golden shower she obviously wanted, shooting their hot, yellow piss in her agape pussy and ass, her face her mouth, and her hair. "Fuck yeah," the
hot blonde piss lover sighed, "Piss all over me you fucking stud lovers, I want it....fuck I love it, C'mon I need it you nasty big dick fuckers," Trish hissed. Trish having fucked the five men's big cocks amd emptying them of both their cum and piss, smiled proudly. Not any she bitch could drain five guys until they had nothing left to squirt. "Is that all you studs have li' ol' me," the cum and pissed covered slut teased. The guys dicks twitched but still weren't ready to fuck more pussy, so Roy suggested they smoke some more meth and take a swim. Trish knew she had her own dope now and didn't need Roy so she excused herself to shower and clean herself up, promising to meet the guys in the den. After another shower, Trish made her exit despite the protests from the men. She didn't care about them though, she had just done what was neccessary to score, "Hell," she
thought, I can't even remember any of their names except for Roy's, she thought to herself and laughed. As she got into her car her thoughts switched to Tom, and whether he had set up the computer for the internet ,yet. I wonder how my mom and Tom are getting along, she thought as
she pulled onto the street. Talk about two opposites she better get home before there's a major blow out about something she decided, then headed toward her home and a big surprise.

Meanwhile, back at Trish's house Tom had gotten the computer hooked up and was putting it through it's paces. Margo was more determined than ever to fuck her daughters boy friend and didn't care what she had to do to make it happen. She took one last look in the mirror to make sure every thing was just right. Margo had put on a skimpy see-thru teddy with matching g-string she had borrowed from Trish that was way to small for either one of them. Her pouting cunt lips were visable on both sides of the crotch strap, and her ass cheeks looked as if she was wearing nothing, her tight and firm bare ass just ready for the taking ( or fucking ). The teddy she wore was made to arouse men, to make them want to fuck. It hid nothing and made her erect nipples poke teasingly through the fabric. "Perfect, she thought." Now to see if I remember how to do this, she thought, as she plugged in her lap top computer. "Here goes nothing," Margo sighed and initiated her plan.
"Damn," she said loudly so Tom could hear. "Trish, are you on line already? You just must of missed Tom," she continued with her act. "You keep knocking me off line, Trish," she said before pushing her daughters bedroom door open and exposing herself to a very suprised male guest. "Oh, ah, em, Trish insn't here, Mrs. Libbey," Tom managed to babble out, his eyes fixed directly on her visually inticing, teddy encased titties, her hard inch long nipples poking through the thin lace. "Call me Margo," the scantily clad bitch in heat purred. "Trish isn't....," Tom started again. "I heard you, honey,"Margo cut in, "Your the man I need anyway." "What do you need, Margo?" the confused stud said cautiously, his large dick starting to rise despite his best efforts to deflate it. "When I'm on the chat line, I alway's get knocked off line," she lied. "Excuse the way I'm dressed but I alway's dress like this when I'm on the sex chat lines" her lie continued. "It's the safe way for me to get off, you know I'm glad you found out because I don't feel like I'm hiding anything," Margo said, noticing the large bulge forming in her preys pants. "So, do you think you could look at my laptop," the aroused horny mom teased. "Yeah, where is it," Tom croaked, starting to take in the situation at hand. "In my bedroom," Margo purred as she turned an started toward her love nest, her taught ass cheeks teasing her stud with a promise of things to come. Tom, in a trance, followed behind his slut girlfriend's mom, taking in her womanly curves.

Once in her bedroom, Tom started to look at Margo's computer, going on line and checking various functions. After finding nothing wrong he went to a sex chatline to see if it worked. "Well I can't find anything," he said, "What web site was it?" he asked. "Oh, I think this is it," she fumbled. "Now or never," she thought as she slid her hand onto Tom's thigh and started to rub
gently. "Well thanks, I think you fixed it," the hot mom blew in his ear. "Think you could look at one more thing?" Margo smiled. "Yeah," the hot to fuck stud said firmly, obviously passed all formalities. She moved her hand to his now engorged cock and freed it from it confines, bringing an
appreciative moan from the widow slut as she swallowed her new lover down to his bloated nut sacks. Tom moaned as his new fuck used one hand to play with his balls and used the other to grab his ass and force him deeper into her sucking mouth, eventually shoving her finger up his ass hole. She raised her head and released his throbbing rod from her mouth long enough to say, "Cum in my mouth, then we can get down to some serious fucking," Margo whispered before swallowing his rod down to the nuts again. "Mmm...," Tom groaned as he petted her soft hair, "Here it cums, Baby," he moaned, "Ahhh....." Shot after shot filled Margo's slut sucking mouth, until she pulled the spurting rod out of her mouth, catching the last shots in the face, hair, and all over her see thru teddy. Just as the last drop of cum spewed from his cock slit the door swung open.

"What the fuck!" Trish yelled, "You fuckers, I can't believe this bull shit." "Yeah well look at you," Tom said, "I can't believe your bull shit," he retorted. In all the commotion, Trish forgot she hadn't changed her top yet. As she looked down to see what Tom was talking about she realized her thin t-shirt had milk stains on the nipple area. To make matters worse she felt some left over cum run out her pussy and down the sluts thigh, her tiny g-string and nothing cut-offs unable to contain the cum. "Well fuck," Trish started, "I ....." "Shut up and come over here," Tom ordered playfully. "C'mon, Patricia," her mom stated frankly. "Let's have some fun," gently starting to jack off Tom's still stiff dick. Trish slowly came to the bed and removed her clothes. She sat down on the bed next to her slut mom and started to assist her in fist fucking their lover's fuck weapon.

-the end-