[MF] (20F) Pissing myself :(

So to make it very short, I was at a party. I normally don’t drink much as I don’t tolerate alcohol very much, but this night was different. I don’t remember exactly what, whether I had something to celebrate or not, but I remember drinking way, way, wayyyy too much.

Beers, shooters, even a round of cocktails at the end. In total, I must have drank 10 drinks minimum. I had planned to walk back to my place, which wasn’t that far, but I was wayyy too drunk to even do that, so I ended up having to stay the night (other people did too).

The host, a guy named Michael or simply Mike, was super nice to me. He was the kind of guy who was generally nice with everyone, but with me, he was extra-nice to make sure I was okay. Brought me water and crackers, took me outside when I puked, etc. He even gave me his guest bed in his guest room and gave me a bottle of gatorade for the night, then made sure no one would disturb me/enter. All of my friends were pretty legit, so no one tried anything (sadly).

I think I slept well. I woke up with the sun and immediately noticed I was covered in piss. Like, soaked: my jeans were still drenched in half-dried piss and so were the covers, the sheets, the mattress, everything. I cursed myself and for a minute, felt really, really frightened. I had caused all this. It was my fault. The host had been gracious enough to lend me a nice bed and this is what I did. I panicked a bit as I did not have that much money laying around at the time, definitely not enough for a new mattress.

But I wasn’t going to run away from this, I wasn’t even going to try. I slowly walked out and noticed the place was almost empty. I tried to get to the bathroom discretely, but the host heard me walk and came to see if I was okay. He greeted me with a smile, then noticed my piss-soaked jeans.

“I’m so, so sorry,” I said.

For a fraction of a second, he was mad. He shook his hand and looked angry with me, as he should have been.

“I never drink so much normally, I swear I’ll pay for everything.”

“No, it’s my fault. I should have checked on you more during the night.”

“No I…”

“I should have never let you drink so much. It was my place, my responsibility.”

“I’m so, so sorry!” I repeated.

“Go take a shower, put everything in the washing machine. I’ll see if my ex still has some clothes laying around.

“Okay.”

“Go take the sheets first please,” he said as I headed to the bathroom (washing machine was in it). I did as he asked, putting everything in the machine, then trying to make sense of how it worked. “Don’t bother trying to start it, it’s kind of complicated. I’ll take care of it.”

I showered, cleaning the pee from me, and as I was drying myself with a towel, I heard him knock on the door. “I thought she had left stuff here, but apparently not. All I have is this bathrobe from her. I’ll put it on the door.”

I finished drying myself off, opened the door cautiously, and noticed a very soft bathrobe hanging on the doorknob. I put it on and it was kind of tight: apparently, his ex had a smaller statute than me. You could fully see my legs, my curves, and I had to close the robe pretty tight in order for it not to reveal my breasts.

“I’m so, so…”

I came out and noticed he had served us breakfast: eggs, toasts, bacon, potatoes, fruits, everything.

“I poured some vinegar on the bed,” he said. Gosh this was gross. “Gonna have to repeat the treatment a few times to hopefully get the smell out, but… Not a reason to starve, right?” he said smiling. He was right: I was dead hungry. I waited for him to come back from starting the washing machine, then we ate together.

“Thank you, it was delicious.”

“You’re welcome. The machine is going to take a while. We should do something while it works.”

“Such as?”

“Well…” he said, looking at my body with lust in his eyes. “I don’t know, what could we possibly do to pass time?”

“Play scrabbles?” I joked.

“How about we lay down in front of a show?”

“I’m in.”

He laid on his side on the sofa, I quickly joined him and he started kissing him. Soon, his hands found their way everywhere on my body, the bathrobe not offering much protection. He grabbed my tights, then moved up until he found my pussy, then starting rubbing my clit. I instantly became wet.

“You’re my little piss whore,” he said as he was rubbing me. Then he sticked a finger in. “Pissing yourself and spending all night in it.”

“Please, I already feel terrible about…”

“I would say that you owe me something now, don’t you?”

Second finger in. I put my hand in his pants and grabbed his hard dick.

“Such as?” I asked naively.

He undid my bathrobe and undressed me, then removed his shirt. “Bet that piss felt really good too. You know what makes me feel really good? I’ll give you a hint.” He removed his shorts and revealed his dick, rock hard, ready to take me.

I went down to start sucking him. He stopped me after a bit and carried me to his room, put a condom on, and started to fuck me. “How does it feel to soil yourself like you did?” he asked and I don’t know why, this brought me super close to orgasm. “Your bladder must have been really full. Imagine how good it felt to finally let go.”

He thrusted a few more times and I orgasmed, he came shortly after, kissing and cuddling me. Then we laid next to each other, tired and happy.

“I’ll pay for the mattress.”

“Nah, no need. If you think parents throw out mattress every time their kid has an accident.

And on this, he got hard again. He kissed me and soon enough, he was fucking me again, draining his balls again, using me for pleasure. Then, he seemed about done.

“I can still pay for the cleaning.”

“Oh I hope you do.”

I was a bit… crushed. This would be a hundred dollars at least and this is money I did not really have. I was really hoping he would… I don’t know.

“It’s gonna take me a while to clean it up, and several applications of vinegars and cleaning agents. I am thinking… Hmm… Ten more fuckings should do.”

I looked at him, confused.

“I’m going to have to wash it probably ten more times. So ten more nights with you and we’ll be even.”

“Like… sexual?”

“Yes. That’s the price for soiling my bed, little piss whore.”

I kissed him. “Okay.”

“I need to go study soon, but what are you doing tonight? Can you be here at… 10PM? It will be quick, I need to go to bed soon. The one you haven’t covered in piss, I mean. This one.”

“Okay.”

“Thank you, that will help me sleep really well. So we have a deal?”

“Ten more fuckings, yeah.”

“I’m not going to go easy on you, you understand? Next time I’ll bend you over and fuck you from behind.” And once again I was wet as hell, and I couldn’t wait 10PM.

“I didn’t take it easy on your bed,” I winked back, “so I don’t expect to take it easy on me.”

“Good.”

We shook hands, and I’ll just conclude by saying I fucked him way more than 10 times. Mike wasn’t the best lover, but he had enough to make me cum regularly, just because he went so fast and didn’t stop until he came, which was often too early, but he would usually still get me on his second or third try. After ten times, he would tell me we were even, “unless I feel like soiling something else,” but we just continued to text and we continued to have sex for almost a year.

:)

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