Piss Holding Stories

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Girls Peeing in the Office

by leaky_one on Oct 8, 2019
Fetish

Setting: It has been the night of the office Christmas party. All the staff members have had a fantastic time and have enjoyed both the free drink and each other. After the party, Lesley, the office manager has persuaded a group of the girls to head back to the office for one last drink from a secret stash she has hidden away. A number of the girls agree and...

Peeing on the Peeper Ch. 02

by adoration on Sep 11, 2017
Fetish

I must have been lying on the trampoline wearing Keisha's piss-soaked panties on my face for some 20 minutes, when the big black woman returned, beaming down at me and holding a large glass of foaming lager. Apart from her high heels she was naked. "Hi Peeping Tom," she smiled, "one more bottle of this lovely lager and I'll be ready to pass some of it on to...

Jessica The Pissmop Ch. 02

by TheDarkCloud on Sep 11, 2017
Fetish

I couldn't get Jessica out of my head. Since I had shot that Pissmop film with her I had been nagged with questions about her and wanted answers. That wasn't usual. Usually as soon as the cunts are filmed and out the door I don't give them a second thought - they've got paid, I've got my film what else needs to be done? Nothing. But Jessica had got to me. Se...

Barbara Ch. 16

by NiteWriter on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 16: The Bachelor Party (pt2) This is intended for adults 21 and over only. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of a sexual nature, please, don't read this or download it. If this is illegal where ever you are reading this stop now. Warning: This chapter of the Barbara series involves more sexual humiliation and degradation of two girls. T...

Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 07

by milfleglover on Sep 25, 2017
Mature

"Dammit," she growled to herself. "Gotta go." Susan O'Malley flew down the street, a familiar one where friends lived, on her daily five-mile run. She was nearing her street, but that was several minutes away and she had to pee and pee badly. She loved the sensation when she had someone to share it with, but she was alone this day. Susan was a well-kept, s...

Party time

by wyldechylde on Sep 2, 2017
Fetish

"No hold it." Marie's boyfriend told her. "You're an ass." She told him. She had been asking him to use the bathroom for over an hour and had to pee so bad she thought her bladder was going to explode inside of her. But she clamped down and waited for him to let her go. She wasn't sure why she enjoyed giving him this kind of control over her any other time...

Mrs. O'Malley's Golden Juices Ch. 14

by milfleglover on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

(Please be advised that this is a very nasty story, with an older woman dominating a younger man, with scenes of golden showers, farting and creampie eating. Some like this genre, some don't, but there you have the caveat before reading. Thank you) Susan O'Malley was pissed. She'd been puttering around the house, and had changed into her running clothes...

Golden Lust Ch. 05

by HypnoticGold on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

Well as sad as it is the say, the weekend is finally over. It's time to get on back to school, and try not to bomb out of any of my classes. Thankfully I'm still managing to get through by the skin of my teeth, I was hoping to study just a little & get some time in for some gaming but... my life & my free time have become anything but my own. On Saturday my...

Sole Pee Games

by silverace1 on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

I think that my first exposure to the joy of peeing on myself had to be when I was just a little kid and during the summer at camp, I had to pee badly while swimming. I couldn't hold it and was embarrassed to get out of the lake in case I had an accident so just let the pressure go and felt the warmth of the pee fill my bathing suit and then flow down my leg...

Watermelon Display

by The_Wolff on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

My hands were held behind me, very high. My wrists were handcuffed. A chain was connected to cuffs pulling at an angle and fixed at the ceiling, making me stand on the balls of my feet. Leaning on the chain, I was increasing the excruciating straining in my shoulders. I could see reflection of my body on the polished marble floor. A cold neon glare in Mistr...