I woke up around 8:00 AM. Clara was still asleep. I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. I got up and went to the toilet. The toilet was shared with the bathroom. The entire floor was tiled. In the corner, there was a large corner bathtub with a lowered seating area. I sat on the toilet and started pushing.
Shortly after, Clara came into the bathroom. She wasn’t wearing anything, just like me. “Good morning,” I said. “Good morning,” she replied. “Hurry up, I need to pee too.” “But I’ll take a while.” “Oh, well, there’s nothing we can do about it, I really need to go.”
With those words, she came over to me and sat on my thighs facing me. “What are you doing?” I asked in confusion. “Well, I really need to pee, so we’ll manage somehow.” Suddenly, I felt warmth on my genitals. Clara didn’t hold back and let it go. I spread my legs a bit to keep it from spilling on the floor, and her pee flooded my crotch.
I felt it spreading all over my buttocks and dripping down into the toilet. Before I could even finish peeing, my penis slowly rose to attention until it touched Clara. “Oh, Thomas, this is turning you on,” she said. She moved a bit closer and sat on my erect penis. She was still peeing a little.
I didn’t know what to say. I was sitting on the toilet with my penis buried in her beautiful peeing pussy while I was pooping. I started moving rhythmically, and it was clear she was enjoying it too. I began licking her breasts and sucking her nipples with my tongue. Clara was purring with pleasure.
“Yes, I love this, fuck me, cum in my peed pussy,” she said. Her words aroused me so much that it didn’t even take a minute before I released all my cum inside her. “Pee on me!” Clara commanded. She got off me and went to the bathtub. Semen was dripping from her pussy and running down her thighs.
She sat on the back of the bathtub and spread her legs. She leaned on the corner of the bathtub with one hand and masturbated with the other. I also got up and slowly walked over to her. The hair around my penis was soaked with her urine, and it was dripping onto the tiles.
I took my limp tool in my hand and started peeing on her pink pussy. The stream splashed against her hand and labia. “Pee all over me!” she begged. So I aimed at her breasts and face. Her pee flowed down her face, over her chin, and onto her beautiful body, down to her shaved pussy.
Clara slid her fingers inside and started fucking herself. “Don’t stop, hold on a bit longer, pee, I want to be a peed slut.” Suddenly, she collapsed at my feet, and her body was hit by one orgasm after another. In silent amazement, I watched this beautiful spectacle. I slowly finished peeing.
Clara was lying in the bathtub, breathing heavily. “This is a beautiful morning.” “It is.” I had to agree with her. “I love you,” I whispered. “I love you too, kiss me, please.” I bent down to her, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. Her body was all wet and sticky.
I took a shower, and we showered together. We washed and caressed each other’s naked bodies. After the bath, it was time for breakfast. Clara made eggs with bacon and coffee. When we finished eating, she asked me if I had any plans for the day. I didn’t.
“What if we go out for lunch and then to the cinema in the afternoon?” she suggested. “On the way, we could buy you some underwear so you have something to change into.” I agreed. Clara put the wet clothes from last night in the wash. She lent me an old robe so I could at least have something to wear.
We spent the whole morning talking about our wet adventures, and I must admit that Clara was a master in this field. She told me how she had peed herself several times at work and how she kept spare panties and tights in her desk for such occasions.
Her stories were really interesting, and I might retell them someday. I also learned that she loves accidents in her panties and has recently been experimenting with diapers. She said she uses them during busy work schedules or at concerts when there’s no chance to get to the toilet, and she doesn’t have to think about it.
She just lets go, and no one notices. I listened to every word with great interest, but I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s “brown accident.” Personally, I had never tried to intentionally mess myself, but I was curious if it was another prepared trick or if it was unintentional.
“Have you ever tried diapers?” Clara interrupted my thoughts. “No. I’ve never had the courage to buy them,” I admitted. “Would you like to try them sometime? If you want, I’ll buy them for you.” The idea of peeing in diapers outside like a little child intrigued me. Maybe I could try it.
“I think you could get me some. I’ll try what it’s like.” I saw a sparkle in her eyes. Now it was my turn to ask a question. “Have you ever pooped your pants?” I asked. Clara seemed a bit surprised by my question. “Well, to be honest, I do occasionally mess myself. Why? Do you like it?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried it intentionally. Once I totally messed myself, but I had such bad diarrhea that I couldn’t make it home and pooped myself in front of the house. I had that mess all over my butt and crotch, and by the time I got home, it was already running down my legs.”
Clara was intrigued by my words. “Did you like it? How did it feel?” “I don’t know. It was a long time ago, but I was really scared someone would see me.” “Would you do it again for me? I’ve never seen a guy mess himself. I think it would really turn me on.”
“Well, I don’t know, but if it’s your wish, I’ll try to fulfill it.” “Please, please,” she begged like a little girl. “I’ll fulfill some of your secret wishes too.” Girl, if you only knew that my secret wish has already been fulfilled. “What else turns you on?” I asked.
“I really like talking dirty during sex. Even though I’m normally polite, during sex I love obscenities.” That was quite true because some of her expressions I wouldn’t expect from such a delicate creature. But if she likes it, why not give her that pleasure.
The morning passed pleasantly, and it was time for lunch and a visit to the cinema. Clara asked me before we left what she should wear (a skirt or pants) and if I wanted her to pee herself at the cinema. I said I’d leave it up to her.
Clara put on a red summer dress that went to her knees, white lace panties, and sandals. She tied her hair in two pigtails, so she looked like a schoolgirl. I dressed in what I had worn last night. The underwear was already washed and dry.
We went to McDonald’s for lunch. We both had a large meal, and Clara had a double cola. Then we went to the supermarket where we bought three pairs of underwear for me. Clara wanted them all to be plain-colored because it’s beautiful to see them get wet.
In the store, I went to the restroom, and Clara ran off to buy something else. She didn’t tell me what it was. Then we took the bus to the multiplex. We chose the movie “Jurassic Park 3,” which started in about 20 minutes. We bought popcorn and cola and took our seats.
Just in case, I bought tickets for the last row. You never know. Or rather, you do know. The seats were almost like armchairs, nicely padded. The movie started, and we nibbled on popcorn and sipped cola. I held Clara’s hand. In the last row, there was no one but us.
Suddenly, she lifted her skirt a bit, took my hand, and placed it between her legs. I didn’t know what she wanted to do, so I gently stroked her through her panties. Her clitoris stiffened, and I heard her purring with pleasure.
Suddenly, she started fidgeting and whispered in my ear, “I think I overdid it with the drinking, and I need to pee. How long is the movie?” “I think about 45 minutes.” “Hmm, I probably won’t make it.” “Then go to the restroom, and you’ll be back in a moment.”
“I don’t feel like going anywhere; I’ll probably just let it go here.” So, it was clear to me when Clara asked before we left and then had a double cola that she was planning this accident. That’s why I bought tickets for the last row.
She quietly got up and lifted her skirt to her waist. Then she slid to the edge of the seat so that her pussy was in front of it. She took my hand again and placed it between her legs. “Thomas, I really can’t hold it, and I’m going to pee myself.”
I kept rubbing her crotch and started teasing her a bit, “You’re not a little girl to pee yourself in the cinema.” “I’m not a little girl, but I can’t hold it. It’s starting, and I can’t stop it.” With those words, my hand started to get wet.
Urine uncontrollably flowed through her panties, and Clara just blissfully closed her eyes. On the screen, a dinosaur battle was raging, so no one noticed that a girl in the back was peeing her panties. Under the seat, a puddle was forming, quickly soaking into the blue carpet.
As Clara peed, I kept rubbing her pussy, including her clitoris. The stream stopped after a while. There was quite a large wet spot on the floor. Her panties were also visibly not in the best condition. Clara just shifted on the seat and sat in a normal position.
However, she kept her skirt lifted. She turned to me and gave me a long kiss. I stuck my tongue into her mouth, and we kissed passionately. Clara sat in her wet panties until the end of the movie, and it was clear she enjoyed it.
I must admit that it didn’t leave me indifferent either. When the movie ended, we tried to leave first. Clara let her skirt down, which remained dry, and calmly walked out of the theater. Only a dark stain on the carpet revealed what had happened here.
At the checkout, Clara bought something to drink again. I just went to the restroom because an accident on my pants wouldn’t be easy to hide, and it was still quite light outside. We drank lemonade in front of the cinema, had a cigarette, and headed to Clara’s place.
On the way, she asked if I wanted to stop by my place and pick up some clothes to change into because the evening was just beginning, and who knows what could happen. It wasn’t a bad idea, so we went to my place.
We had coffee here, and I asked if she wanted to spend the evening at my place. However, Clara with a sly smile on her face said that she had a game planned for tonight, and we couldn’t play it here because my apartment wasn’t set up for it.
She was right. So, I changed into jeans and a T-shirt and packed a few spare clothes. We drove to Clara’s place in my car. Tomorrow we could go somewhere further. It was Saturday evening, the streets were empty, and the drive was pleasant.
When we arrived at Clara’s place, she introduced me to her game. For the entire evening, neither of us would be allowed to go to the bathroom, and whoever peed first would lose and become the little slave of the other for the evening, fulfilling their wishes.
That sounded interesting. Clara went to cook dinner. She made a quick Chinese meal and then prepared the props for the evening. In the first phase, she brewed a large pot of urological tea. The bed in the bedroom was covered with plastic again, and a sheet was placed over it.
Clara put on a loose T-shirt and left on her wet panties, which were already dry, with only a yellowish stain in the crotch revealing her afternoon accident. Over them, she pulled on white leggings. I was also wearing a T-shirt, plain-colored underwear we had bought today, and beige shorts.
We lay on the bed, watched TV, and drank tea in equal doses, alternating with soda. After about the fifth cup of tea, my bladder was screaming. But hey, you’re a man, so you’ll manage somehow. I started thinking of a punishment for Clara if I won the bet.
Slightly perverse tasks came to mind, and my dick got hard, and the need to pee momentarily took a back seat. I imagined that she could, for example, do a handstand and spray her pee into the air, and it would fall back on her, or pee her pants while walking (there were no carpets in the bathroom and kitchen), or she could…
“So, shall we have another round?” Clara interrupted my thoughts. “Sure. How are you doing?” I asked casually. “Fine, and you?” “Also fine, I can still handle more,” I played the tough guy. Well, after this portion, my situation worsened.
My bladder was about to burst, and she was completely calm. Clara had it all perfectly planned. Suddenly, her hand started stroking my bladder, and she placed my hand on hers. “Let’s see who lasts longer.” I felt it was bad.
I teased her bladder as much as I could, but apparently, it was ineffective because she just smiled at me and whispered, “So, when will our little boy pee himself?” Suddenly, without even realizing it at first, I started peeing.
Urine poured out of me in a powerful stream, and I felt the familiar wetness under my buttocks. A dark spot appeared on my lap, an unmistakable sign of my defeat. “Oh, oh, Thomas couldn’t hold it and peed himself,” Clara pretended to scold.
At the same time, she slid her hand under my shorts and lightly squeezed my dick and balls through my underwear. I couldn’t stop the stream and just lay on my back, enjoying the blissful feeling of release. I peed for what felt like a minute, and Clara kept fiddling with her hand in my crotch.
Then she pulled it out and started licking her wet fingers with pleasure. “Hmm, this is a beautiful smell and taste.” She knelt over me on all fours and stuck her pussy right in front of my face. “Stimulate me with your mouth, come on, I want you to make me cum through my pants.”
I pressed my mouth against her crotch and tried to rub her clitoris as much as possible through the fabric. Her pussy was nicely stretched in the leggings, so it wasn’t very effective. However, it seemed to be enough for Clara because her butt started moving in copulatory motions, and she gasped with excitement.
“Just a little longer, I’m almost there!” I felt her pussy starting to get wet with excitement. The smell was divine. The scent of dried girl’s pee mixed with her juices, and it also brought me to a state of strong arousal.
Clara’s body was hit by a fantastic orgasm; her arms gave way, and she stuck her ass out even more. I was still pressed against her pussy when my mouth suddenly filled with a bittersweet liquid. At first, I got scared and pulled back.
I saw a rapidly spreading stain on the white fabric as she also couldn’t hold it. Her pee flowed down my neck and body. The T-shirt started soaking up the hot liquid, and I couldn’t get enough of the sight. Clara was in a trance, and I think she had no control over her body.
She kept peeing, and the urine partially splashed on me and partially ran down her legs onto the bed. I stuck my hand into this spectacle and let it be sprinkled by the flood. I licked my wet hand. It didn’t taste bad at all.
I wanted to taste more, but before I could press my mouth against her pussy again, she stopped peeing. With my hand, I stroked her wet thighs, and my dick hardened like a rock. Clara noticed, rolled onto her side into the puddle of our pee, and started stroking it through the wet fabric.
Suddenly, however, she stunned me with her request. “I want you to poop yourself,” she said. “Excuse me?” “Yeah, I want to see you messed up.” “You want me to shit my pants right now?” “Yes!” “I don’t know if that’s possible. I’ve never done it intentionally. And certainly not in front of a girl.”
Well, I really didn’t feel like pooping right now. “Try it, it’ll work. If you manage to do it, I’ll make you feel something you’ve never experienced before,” she tried to encourage me. The offer was very tempting, but I really didn’t feel like it.
Clara sat on the bed and gave me free rein. I tried to push, but nothing happened. I knelt down, stuck my butt out, but still nothing. I increased the intensity, but the only thing that happened was that I started peeing again.
Warmth flooded my crotch again, and urine ran down my legs onto the bed. Clara looked at me with interest, but there was a slight disappointment in her eyes. “Well, if it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. Don’t go to the bathroom in the morning, and you’ll see that it’ll work. Now we need to clean up and go to bed.”
We took off the wet sheet, cleaned up, and prepared the bed for sleeping. I took a shower first and went to the room to watch TV. When Clara came to me, she was wearing plastic pants and diapers underneath.
Before I could say anything, she started, “You know, when I drink a lot of liquids in the evening, I have to pee at night, and tonight I really don’t feel like getting up. I’ll let it go in the diapers and sleep beautifully. You could probably use them tonight too, but unfortunately, you don’t have any yet.”
That was very interesting. We’ll see what her diaper looks like in the morning. My dick was starting to rise again, but it wasn’t visible under the robe. It’s true that we drank a lot of liquids, but I didn’t know that it would prevent me from sleeping.
Little did I know that she knew what she was talking about.