She’d never done this before. She sat on a couch next to a man in dress pants and a neat business haircut and a shaven face. They were in his hotel room at the Marriott. She was on a break after her first semester at college. This man had made her a very good offer that she thought was easily worth the $1000.
Sara sat there in the chilly room. She was starting to feel all those glasses of cranberry juice she drank.
The man sat there comfortably while they watched a movie on TV. He was chatting idly, as if they were two friends having a normal evening.
Earlier in the coffee shop, he had approached her while she was studying with her textbooks open and her earbuds in her ears. He startled her, especially when he asked to take a seat in front of her. She did not refuse. It was all so sudden. Moreover, she was very curious. Eventually…he got around to what he wanted. He had asked her explicitly if she would join him in his hotel room. She could drink whatever she wanted. She was so sit on his lap and release her bladder on him.
So there they were. She knew the moment would come soon. She noticed the bulge in his khakis. This was turning him on already. The whole process, just her sitting by him. She began to feel her own genitals getting a little puffy.
As tight as her bladder began to feel…she still wasn’t at the point of feeling like she’d wet herself. It’s a hard habit to break, the inhibition from peeing your pants on dry cloth couch.
He turned to her and said “why don’t you try?” So she got up and turned her back to him and sat on him like a seat.
She felt him breathing behind her. She smelled the alcohol on his breath. His erection behind the fabric rested on her lower back. He had his hands around her waist. He was fidgeting, tapping his foot lightly.
“Anytime now,” she thought. As per instructions, this was supposed to be an “accident.” She sat there and he handed her an energy drink. Caffeine could only help speed things along. It was a strange feeling…she was starting to feel desperate, but turned on at the same time. Still, she didn’t quite feel at the breaking point. He continued to make more chit chat about what was playing on television. Sara took her mind off of the situation briefly and focused on what was happening in the film.
Whereas minutes earlier she wasn’t sure if she could go, she felt a familiar sensation, but one she hadn’t felt in years, not since that one horrible road trip to the Grand Canyon. That feeling of “oops!” Of her body betraying her, and a muscle involuntarily lifting up like an elevator in her pelvic floor. Her pee shot out rather forcefully to her surprise, the stream visible through her shorts. That was her cue to say her lines. It came very easily to her in the moment. She barely had to act.
“I’m SO sorry!” she said. “I peed my pants I’m so sorry. I can’t stop. I’m peeing and I can’t stop.”
He held onto her tightly as she pissed away, soaking them both. “Shhhhh” he said, cuddling and nuzzling her while she pissed…”It’s OK. It’s Ok. Don’t cry.” Her stream began to die down. “I got you all wet!” she said.
“I know. And that’s OK.” “Here,” he said. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.” He reached between her legs, and undid his zipper and pulled out his cock between her legs. Sara noticed the semi-hard cock swaying in the air and the balls released to the air as well, tight and plump looking underneath. “Look at this” he said, and quickly shot out exactly two jets of pee into the air, hitting the floor and the coffee table.” “Squirt squirt!” he said.
“See, everybody pees. Doesn’t my penis look funny? I’ll tell you a little secret. One time, I was on the train and I really had to pee. I got to the next stop, and I almost made but I slipped on the concrete and started to piss myself as I was trying to get up. A security guard rushed over and grabbed my hands, trying to help me up. I felt the pee rushing out of me and I couldn’t stop! What’s worse, my athletic shorts got pulled down in the struggle, and everyone in the station seemed to be looking at me, watching the pee come out of my dick and I couldn’t get away.”
Sara continued to watch the man’s penis between her legs, fascinated. “You can hold it. Yes, just like that.” She lightly held her fingers around his penis like she was aiming it, and he began to urinate again. “Ahhhhhh” he said, an exaggerated sound of relief. She found that she still had plenty more to go, she so began to pee again. This seemed to excite him. He cock became rigid. He began to have to forcefully spray his urine in little spurts. But at some point, his penis became dry. She was stroking him. She gently but firmly stimulated and shook his firm member. She noticed he’d put one hand down her waistband and fondled her clit. She was so slippery and gooey down there. She watched, entranced as his cock started to release its cum. His fingers still jiggling her bean, and one hand groping her breast, his cock shot jet after jet of cum in rapid fire. She couldn’t help but release herself as her vagina involuntarily tensed and shuddered. She couldn’t remember ever orgasming quite like that before.
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