So I have been into watching guys pee for a very long time. Chris, my boyfriend of (currently) 3 years knew that I liked to watch him – rather he knew that every time I saw him pissing he would get a good blow job and fuck…and I’m pretty sure he saw the connection. It took me 2 years into the relationship to confess my fetish to him…something I had never told anyone before – and surprisingly he was very supportive. He said he liked the way I got when I watched him – particularly after I knew he’d been desperate for a while. (I had fantasized about desperation for years) I was relieved that he reacted so openly to the situation…but I was shocked at what he suggested.
He said to me in bed one night, about 6 months ago “maybe one time I could drink a bunch of water, and try to hold it for as long as I can…would you like that babe?” I think you can imagine my reaction. (we fell asleep late that night, that’s for sure) ;)
The next day he came home with 2 six-packs. I couldn’t believe he was actually serious about this. I made dinner and after we finished I grabbed 2 beers and we headed to the couch and put on a movie. He asked me if I was going to get desperate with him and I said yes…that was part of the fantasy. He joked and said no way could I hold as much as him. I said we’ll see and we both started drinking. I was wearing a light skirt just above knee length and a cute halter – it was summertime. We cuddled close on the couch and after a few drinks we both started to feel the effects of them on our bladders. He whispered to me that he was starting to feel like he had to go but I told him to keep drinking. I was starting to squirm a little too and was getting kind of uncomfortable, but nowhere near desperate.
We started kissing and fooling around to distract ourselves...still gulping down our drinks. He took off my shirt, playing with my ample (D-cup) breasts – something he loves to do…squeezing and pinching my nipples…one hand down my skirt pushing aside my panties and feeling my (by then, very wet) pussy…I could feel him shifting under me as he grew more and more desperate, and I was starting to squirm too as his fingers pressed into my aching pussy. Not wanting to get too into eachother just yet I pulled his fingers away from my pussy and handed him his drink. I was still getting used to being the dominant one in this fantasy but he was taking things really good. He started teasing me by tickling me and pressing his hand into my tummy against my bulging bladder. I turned around and tickled him back, loving the way he squirmed and begged me to stop.
By this time he had been begging me to go for awhile but I kept telling him we weren’t done drinking yet. I could hear his voice getting more and more desperate and he had moved his hand from my breast and was now grabbing his crotch..I felt compelled to do the same – my bladder was aching and I was starting to feel those sharp pangs as my pee tried to force itself out. “Ange, I gotta go so bad…I don’t know how much longer I can hold on” he whispered in my ear..I could tell he really was desperate but he was also trying to egg me on and get me squirming – which he succeeded in. However a few minutes later I could tell that he was really sincere..he had stopped touching me and had his eyes closed in concentration as he grabbed his crotch and squirmed next to me. I was bursting myself…shifting in my seat on the couch, my hand pressed between my legs. “Let’s finish these drinks first, and then we can go pee” I said..he said nothing but immediately downed the rest of his drink. I chugged the rest of mine, after putting it down I had another long bladder pang..I squeezed my legs together but could not stop a little trickle from leaking out. “oh god chris..I’ve gotta go too…look I just leaked a little in my panties” I showed him the small dark spot on my panties.
He looked at my panties and back up at me and gave me an evil grin. I asked him what and he said “I think I can make it through one more drink..how about you?” I laughed and said “you’re going to make me pee myself” He said “isn’t that the point?” I giggled and started drinking another glass. However about halfway through this glass he put it down and grabbed his crotch, his eyes closed in concentration. I just looked at him sitting next to me. My eyes shifting down to his crotch I saw a small dark spot forming on his shorts. “Angela….” He said looking at me – I could tell that he couldn’t hold on much more, and neither could I!
I got up (slowly) and we started to make our way to the bathroom, both of us bent over, grabbing ourselves as we walked down the hallway. As soon as we got to the bathroom he said “Oh god, move..I can’t hold it – it’s going to come out…” I said not just yet and kissed him deeply, moving my hand down and squeezing his damp crotch myself – he was rock hard! He pulled back as another squirt made the wet spot grow on his shorts – but I could tell by the way he looked at me that he was really turned on by the experience. So I mustered up as much strength as I could to hold my pee in as I pulled his clothes off – looking at him standing naked in front of me grabbing his hard cock, squeezing it every few seconds and shifting in place. I began to undress slowly and as look as sexy as I could while doubling over every few seconds to grab my pussy. I pulled my skirt off and looked at him as I backed up and sat down on the toilet, my legs spread – the piss immediately rushing out of my pussy – hissing as it left my soft pussy lips and falling into the water below.
The sound of my pee hitting the water almost drove Chris over the edge as he grabbed his cock and squeezed – a spurt of piss shot out and fell onto the bathroom floor. He started shamelessly doing a pee dance – shifting back and forth and squeezing his cock, trying as hard as he could to keep himself from peeing. The relief of finally letting go and watching Chris so desperate in front of me turned me on so much – I started to rub my clit as my pee squirted out – the two combined pleasures felt amazing. By the time I had finished pissing (seemed like forever) I was already close to reaching orgasm. As the last trickles of pee dripped out of my aching pussy I gave Chris a look. Without saying a word he stood in front of me and started pissing really hard on my clit. The force of his hot pee stream hitting my swollen clit drove me into one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. He moaned with relief as he emptied his bladder all over my pussy – he pissed for a long time! His stream stayed strong for about 3-4 minutes before his cock started to twitch – his piss stopping and starting like he does…eventually coming to a trickle and stopping all together. We sat there for a few minutes, both completely drained before he picked me up off the toilet, put me down on the bathroom sink/counter and fucked my pussy so hard – shooting his cum hard onto my clit just like his piss had moments before. We jumped in the shower and eventually (after having a little more fun with eachother) made our way to bed, what happened there is another story!