Thursday, August 26, 2010

True peeing girlfriend story - 1993 a Pee lovers account

I could never quite put my finger on what was wrong. But the fact remains that I fucked Rini for a year, we were actually going together, seeing movies, having dinner, the stuff you do when you go together, but I never told people we were seeing each other, and would even deny it when someone asked.

Once, my former boss brought her up in a conversation -- we had all worked together -- and said "She's probably great in bed. The ugly ones always try harder." I didn't think Rini was ugly, she was kind of cute. But I thought maybe the reason I hid our relationship was I was worried what other people would think of me.

It was a lot later that I realized the real reason was that she was kind of nuts.

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But really, the sex was great. I'm not exactly sure why, but Rini was into it and into me. I was at the stage in my sex life that I was interested in trying everything, interested in women who would try anything. And for whatever reason, we set ground rules that kept the relationship kind of secret, and that seemed to fuel our fires.

We started together at the beginning of our careers in television and always got along. Sometimes we traveled together and had a casual flirting thing. At one point she actually kind of reported to me and that seemed to cement a little friendship.

I was at my single-est, meaning I was on a promiscuous tear that had me sleeping with more than fifteen women in five years. I ate dinner out almost every night and, inevitably, I'd eat out with women, whether or not I was dating them. I was often pretty naïve about these dinners because it didn't occur to me that having dinner with a single female colleague was anything more a meal with a colleague.

Anyhow, it was at a second or third dinner with Rini that the flirting got interesting. She was complaining about some female infection and when I innocently asked about it she told me her doctor said it had probably come from some "anal sex play." Oh.

We went out to a movie the next week, still as friends. I walked her home, we talked a while at her apartment and I got up to leave. As I leaned over to kiss her cheek something came over me and I grabbed her breast through her low cut dress. Cut to rug burns and an apartment smelling, reeking of sex.

And that was it. We had sex wherever we could, which was usually all weekend, and one or two nights a week. We'd see a movie, have some dinner, and fuck at my place. Or, fuck at my place, have some dinner, and see a movie.

At first, we didn't tell anyone because we worked together, but then I quit to set up my company, and we still didn't say anything. I didn't because I think I was vaguely embarrassed by it. Not many people I knew particularly liked Rini, in fact she ended up being one of the very few people fired from the company. I'm humiliated to admit it, but what people thought affected me. Though now that I think about it, it must have been something else too, because I'd gone with women that my friends didn't care for before. In any event, I think Rini went along with my reticence because she really liked me, and if I wanted to hide the relationship, she didn't want to risk losing me.

But in the meantime, we had a great time. The movies were good, Rini was an entertaining and intelligent dinner companion, and we fucked like rabbits.

Rini liked sex, and it seemed like she always had. She told me stories about hanging out with a group boys when she was twelve while they read Playboy and liking it as much as they did. When they asked her to take her clothes off and pose her breast-less, just sprouting pubic hair body for them, it turned her on being the only naked girl in front of a gaggle of erections. Almost as much as when she told me about it. She was one of the few women I'd been with up until that time who jumped in with gusto when I started whispering dirty stories in her ear, and she totally got into talking dirty herself.

Obviously, Rini enjoyed thinking of herself in a sexual way and she had fun with it. She liked her lingerie, and she liked wearing sexy underwear under everyday, knock-around clothes. I particularly remember one day when she stripped off her jeans and t-shirt and ended up in a trashy, lacy, whore-purple teddy. She giggled and pulled the crotch aside and told me to eat her out. I did.

Her biggest turn-ons seemed to come from being slightly forced into sex. Not just physically pushed, though that was good too, but resisting me when I wanted something new, protesting that it was too dirty, too humiliating, too extreme, and being cajoled into it. Like the first time I told her to say something dirty in a voice above a whisper, or when I pushed her to spread her ass cheeks for my tongue. Or when I'd want to fuck her ass. She'd always say "No," she's always clamp her holes shut. And she always do it. Always. And then beg for more, and more, and still more.

She loved having her nipples pinched. Pinched hard. Her breasts were small, her whole body was thin and small. But her breasts were sensitive, and we could be fucking and I'd just touch her nipple and she'd have an explosive orgasm. But what Rini really wanted was for her to straddle my cock, push it in really deep, and have me take her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and just squeeze the shit out of it. Or maybe put a nipple between my teeth and just chew it hard. The harder I squeezed the more she's scream, and the more she'd scream, the faster she'd fuck. She'd be screaming, I'd be biting, we'd be fucking, and we'd both cream like crazy. Geez, I'm almost coming just thinking about it.

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Rini started to tell me that she loved me. I said thank you, you flatter me, but nothing more. We'd screw some more, or go to dinner.

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I really wanted Rini to pee on me.

It had only dawned on me a couple of years before that this fetish turned me on. I think it was the second time around with the second Kamini that I had first mentioned it. Not that I wanted it, but using peeing in some dirty story I was telling her during sex. Knowing Kamini she probably reacted well, got turned on, and said the right things back so we could both come. But I never had the courage to push it, and probably didn't even know yet that I wanted any more than erotic chatter.

But, by the time I started up with Rini I knew. When I was with a woman keep the bathroom door open when I urinated to see if there was a reaction. In the right circumstances I'd ask a woman to hold my cock while I peed. They always would and they'd always like it, but I couldn't go any further. I was chicken to watch a woman too closely when she went. I wouldn't ask her to spread her legs on the toilet. I'd never say let me put my hand down there. Ruth always leaked out when she came, and so I'd get her to sit on my face as often as possible, so I could put my thumb in her asshole, make her come with me tongue and feel her dribble down my face. But I never asked her out loud, I never asked her to just shoot on my hard cock.

But I did ask Rini. Why? I have no idea. But I guess we'd done everything else I could think of by then, and we were as dirty and trashy as I'd ever been. So, what the hey!

"No."

She meant it. The whole thing freaked her out a little bit, and while she was up for anything sex, nipple pinching, ass licking, come spurting, the works, maybe this peeing thing was a little too much. She didn't mind peeing in front of me, holding my peeing cock, she just didn't want to pee on me, and didn't see the sexual charge.

So I backed off.

But whenever I could, I tried. When I fingered her, I'd whisper just how soaked she was. When she was on the toilet I'd insist she open her legs, and maybe spread her lips with my hand and let her see me staring at the stream coming out. And I'd hold my erection for her to see at the same time.

Soon we'd be fucking and I'd ask again. The "No!" would be weaker. She'd get on top, put me inside deep and pull up and off, and she'd spurt a little. And then "No. I can't. I'm trying, but it won't come out." And she'd push down on me again, and come in gushers. She'd try again and again, she wet herself enough that I'd feel it, but I wanted her to open her lips and see it shoot out all over my cock, like my come would shoot out all over her tits.

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I couldn't keep doing this. It was mean. I loved the sex, it was hot, beyond hot, it was crazy. But it was not right. But I kept asking her over, kept whispering dirty things in her ear, kept fucking and coming in every hole she had.

I went out and slept with Sehnaz. Rini suspected something and went to the hospital with an anxiety attack. I slept with Lidia. Rini never knew, but I almost had an anxiety attack. I was guilty even though I thought we weren't really a couple.

Rini kept saying she loved me.

Once we had Sunday brunch with my buddy Dipak Roy. I think it was the only time we went out with anyone else.

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She was sitting up, fucking me on top, trying to bounce her tiny tits. She pushed down hard and came off almost as hard and let go a gusher of pee, all over my dick, over my stomach, all over. She couldn't stop. She collapsed on my soaked body, crying, laughing, humiliated, exhilarated. My cock was coming everywhere. I was over the top.

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I was still in love with Linda. I tried to start it up again. When she shut me down I asked out her secretary Shirin. We slept together. I broke it off with Rini.

"You can't do this! I humiliated myself for you, I peed for you! I love you!"

It was over.

Except for the screaming.

Shirin and I went to a party that had a lot of work friends. Uh-oh, there was Rini.

I was walking through the room when she grabbed me. And started yelling. At the top of her lungs. How could I do this to her? Was Christine more helpful to my career? Would she shame herself for me more? Christ, it was like a bad movie. Shirin, and everyone else, just stared. I just stared. As soon as I could move, we got out of there.

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The day before shirin and I got married, Rini, now married herself, sent me a dirty letter. She told me she wanted me to fuck her, wanted me to fuck her ass. She wanted me to take Polaroids of her doing nasty, dirty things. She wanted to pee on my cock. She'd booked a hotel room around the corner, it was my wedding present.

I did not respond.

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Rini came down to visit my new office four years later. She told me she was pregnant again. I told her shirin and I split up the month before.

I was still having an affair with Ayesha, but we were starting to break down. I became a heel again.

I went to Rini's weekend house in the Hamptons and I fucked a married pregnant woman. She peed all over me. She put my cock up her ass. As her tummy and tits got bigger over the months she come to my studio and ask me to take her from behind. I did.

I moved to Delhi. She'd find excuses to visit her folks without her husband or kids. I fucked her once, but never again. She didn't stalk me, but she made friends with both my sisters, and other friends. She kept tabs on me.

How did I get into this?

My cock.

I got married again. She'd gotten the message, sort of. No dirty letters. But she's stayed friends with my sisters, my brother-in-law/ex-partner. I try to ignore it.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Shy peeing Girl - Swati desi girl pee


When I was in college I lived in the dorms on campus. I just couldn't afford not to. You see, I grew up farming and ranching and I am very good with my hands. My second year at college, the Dorm system I lived in consisted of three buildings that needed a new maintenance man as the last one had graduated. The dorms and the college in general tried to give as many jobs as they could to the students to give them extra money. Of course if there were any major construction or re-construction going on, the physical plant personnel would come fix the problem. But for basic closet door repair, painting and the like, I was able to handle. In return I got my room and board for free as a member of staff, which was better than being a Resident Advisor. They had to stay on-site once every 7 days for a full 24-hour shift. Me, I was free to come and go as I pleased and didn't have to pull desk duty.

The dorms where I lived had three buildings. Ashok Hall 1, 2 & 3. Ashok Hall 1 was the oldest of the three buildings and as such had communal bathrooms. 1st and 2nd floors were female floors and 3rd and 4th floors were male. Ashok 2 and 3 were both made up of suites with a bathroom between each two rooms. Ashok 2 was co-ed and Ashok 3 was all female. My workshop was in Ashok 1 on first floor. (It was a tough job, but someone had to do it.) Ashok 1 tended to be mostly freshman as there were communal bathrooms and no air-conditioning. As a member of staff, I got a room to myself in Ashok 2.

At the first of the year, Swati, a junior and the R.A. (resident assistant) for Ashok 1 first floor had me come to their first all floor meeting. At these meetings the R.A. for each floor meets the new people and lets them in on the rules. One of the rules was that the doors for 1st and 2nd floor were locked at 10:00 PM and no males were allowed unescorted on the floor after that time and no males on the floor at all after 11:30 PM. That way the girls could be an early warning device for each other, as they tended to walk around in little or nothing after 10:00 PM.

Swati had me come to the meeting to explain to everyone who I was and why I might be seen at any hour on his or her floor, because my workshop was next to their communal bathroom. I explained to them that I would only be on the floor unescorted after 10:00 PM if there was some sort of emergency I had to take care of and that I would announce my presence before I came on the floor. Being the maintenance man, I had keys to all the floors like any other member of staff.

Swati told the girls, that I had given them fair warning and to be prepared when leaving their rooms after 10:00 PM.

With 20-year-old buildings, there were lots of things that needed fixing and the girls on 1st floor got very used to my being there. After a couple of weeks bras and panties were something that they all felt comfortable about running around in when I was there and 3 or 4 girls were comfortable in less than that. (Like I said, it was a tough job, but somebody had to do it!) It quickly got to be where I was like one of the members of the floor.

Anjali must have always had a bladder problem, because the first time I ever saw her she was running out of a room in panties holding a T-shirt she hadn't even put on yet, hollering back into the room that she would be right back, but she just had to pee. Anjali was a cute little 18 year old about 5'2" tall with a slender waist and a pretty face. As she left the room and headed for the bathroom, she saw me, with her two big beautiful, firm, Double-D tits bouncing. She stopped and quickly put her shirt on. Then, red-faced she ran by me to the bathroom.

That girl could piss like a cow on a flat rock, because everyone could hear her down the hall. A couple of girls started laughing and when she came out they began to tease her. I was working on the lock for one of the girls' room and she was still red faced as she walked by.

Being a joker I just had to make a comment and I told her not to worry about it, all girls had tits, and the only way she would really get my attention was if she had three of them. She laughed, and told me she only had two but that she was not used to showing them off to just any guy she happened to run by. I thanked her for the show and she thanked me for being impressed and went back to the room she that she had come from.

One October morning I got a call from Swati about 5:00 am and she advised me that the showers in their bathroom were not working right. I went to the floor, hollered to let everyone know I was there and went to the bathroom. There I hollered inside to see if anyone was there. Jennifer hollered that she would be right out. A couple minutes later she came out and told me no one else was in there. I went in to look at the showers. On the outside back of the shower wall was the access panel for the shower plumbing. It was right across from the stalls. I took off the panel and could immediately see what the problem was. An old automatic valve was stuck and I needed to change it quickly. Not a big problem, about a 10-minute job. I went next door to my shop; got a new valve and the tools I needed and went to work.

About 5 minutes into the job the door bursts open and in comes Anjali. I told her I would be done in a few minutes and she said ok, she would wait and left. A couple minutes later she sticks her head in the door and asks if I'm about done cause she has got to pee. I told her not quite, and she looked around, realizing that no one else was up and about, and then came in. She apologized and said that she just had to pee cause she just got up and went into the last stall. As I was working on the valve, I could hear the pee splashing against the porcelain of the bowl. She was trying as hard as she could to be quiet this time.

When she finished she came out, red-faced again and went to leave. Before she did she stopped and told me that in the few short weeks that she had been there I had managed to embarrass her more than any other man she ever knew. I told her that I was glad to be of service, and we both just laughed and she left.

A couple of weeks later I learned first hand how bad her bladder control was. A couple of blocks away, within walking distance was a local bar. Ok, it was within stumbling distance, which is really important in college.

Anyway, a bunch of us from the dorm were over there drinking and having a good time. Anjali happened to be in the group and she seemed to have to pee after each beer she drank. As the evening wore on the place got packed and there began to form a line for the women's bathroom. We were within view of the bathroom doors and a couple of times when Anjali had to wait, she would dance in place a little before getting inside.

Around 11:00 or so, I needed to pee. By now there was a small line 2 or 3 guys for the men's room and a pretty good line, 6 or 7 girls for the ladies room. I got up, got in line, and waited my turn. I was not desperate, but my bladder was quite full. A few seconds after I got in line, Anjali shows up and gets in the girls' line. Within a couple of minutes she is bouncing a little. By the time only two girls have gone in and come out, she is doing a full-blown pee-pee dance. She looked at me and said, "God I wish they would hurry up, I have got to piss." Her bouncing became more frantic as she waited. By this time I was next in line for the men's room. As I entered Anjali hobbled in behind me. She looked at me helplessly and asked me to let her use the bathroom, as she was about to piss her pants.

Now I had to pee, but I was still in a condition to wait. But I wasn't telling Anjali this. I just looked at her and told her fine, but I had to pee too and I was not leaving. There was only a toilet and a urinal in this little bathroom and no divider or wall between them. I stepped up to the urinal to take care of my aching bladder and began to pee. The sound of my piss hitting the urinal was just too much for Anjali. She quickly stripped her jeans and panties down and sat on the toilet next to me not two feet away. She was peeing before she even sat down. Her face was redder than I had ever seen it before as she peed and peed. I finished up and was washing my hands and she was still peeing. I waited for her to finish so I could open the door to leave. When she finally finished we both left and went back to the table we were all sitting at. Most of the people were off on the dance floor or playing pool. As we sat there she looked at me and apologized for what had happened. She began to tell me that ever since she was a little girl that when the urge to pee came on her, she had to pee right then. If she waited just a few minutes she would run the risk of wetting herself and that had happened so many times in the past. She went on to tell me that she had been to the doctor about the problem but that none of them had been able to help her. It seems that her bladder would wait till it was full before sending any signals to the brain telling her to empty it. She said that she would feel just fine one minute.