Oh, Darling, You Make For Such A Pretty Boy, You Know That?

(forgot the word cunty) girl you look vaginal

Finding you at a party. Sidling up to you, striking up conversation as I push another drink into your hand. It's not long before I pull you away from our friends, out the front door, away from the crowd. "Oh no, did you drink too much?" I ask, sympathy in my voice as I support you, one hand on your ass. "It's okay. I'll get you home safe. You live downtown, right?"

I let myself into your apartment. After all, you're gonna need someone to take care of you. Poor thing, you can't think straight. I bring you water--accidentally spill it on your shirt. Don't worry, let's take that off...no, it's just me. Yeah, I got you. No, shhh. Lie back. I'll get you into pajamas in a minute. Just let me...now, doesn't that feel good? Yeah, it feels good for me too. You're so wet down there. That means you're enjoying this right? Relax, sweetheart. You're safe with me.

Now feels like a good time to talk about how I find baseball players really hot btw. Gay little uniforms

Rahim Fortune. Smoking Cowboy, Cheek, Texas 2023

Oh to be bursting to pee in public.

I'm walking back home on evening, it's sunset but the air is still warm from a hot day.

In summer I always wear very short shorts, often men's swimsuit bottom. They would be so easy to just push aside, and I could empty my poor, aching bladder. No, it's bad, I can't pee outside, but on the other hand I'm still far from home, and as minutes pass I'm less and less sure I'd be able to make it home.

I can't wet myself here! My shorts are black, but I also wear sneakers and socks, I don't want to ruin them and smell like piss in public.

As I walk I start to panic, my need to pee invading my brain. I'm so full, I'm gonna have an accident! The idea of finding somewhere to piss seems more and more appealing.

I start looking for a secluded corner, but find none. Too small, too exposed, someone would see me pathetically piss on the ground like a dog.

I finally find an empty bench near the river, hidden by a few trees. My heart thumps in my chest, this is my luck! I nearly lose control at the idea of finally letting go of the unbearable pressure. I feel tear filling my eyes : it hurts, I can't hold it!

I sit on the bench, still unsure if I'm really doing it. Someone could still see me from the bridge. I squirm, my heart racing. I finally move my hand and grab the crotch of my shorts with my panties, and pull them to the side. A short and strong stream of piss immediately burst out, hissing loudly ; one more second and I would have wet myself!

I instantly stop, clenching my muscles. God, I'm doing it, I can't believe it. After letting out a little, it burns even more, I bite my lip and my big clit twitch. I relax and let out another long jet of pee. This time I can't stop it, it feels too good. The hissing, the sound of it hitting the bench, then the ground, it's so loud, anyone could hear! The smell is strong, piss mixed with the smell of my sweaty pussy, my head begins to spin.

Maybe that's why I don't hear the two men coming from behind me until the very last second. I jump when I hear them and let go of my shorts before I even manage to cut the stream. Warm piss soak my panties for a second, before I manage to stop. My heart is pounding, if they notice what I was doing I'm fucked.

They start talking as they come closer, but I don't understand, frozen by fear. I hear "alone", "puddle", "slut". They're too close, they'd smell it!

When a big hand grabs my shoulders, I let out a gasp and a new gush of piss in my shorts. They pin my wrists to the bench, I squirm and whine but I can't move. The second man face me and kick my legs open.

"I told you! This little bitch was trying to sneak a piss here like a fucking dog. Hold him, I'll teach him how good boys behave."

I blush madly, trying to close my legs, too aware of the state of my panties. He can't see how wet I already am! My bladder is still aching, begging to empty.

"What a big puddle you've made already! You must have been really desperate, we could hear you pant from the street."

He lifts my shirt and graze his hand towards my waistband. My breath become erratic, no! He can't go lower, he'll know I've wet myself!

Too late. His fingers have reach between my legs, as my nipples start to grow hard from his touch. He gently run his fingers on the wet fabric, tracing the outline of the small wet spot.

"Oh, look like he couldn't wait! You believe this? Not only he piss in public, but he can't even make it in time! And do you smell that? It's not only his gross piss, it smells like a bitch in heat here."

I feel like I'd die of shame, heart pounding in my head. His fingers stroke my hard clit through the fabric. My need become unbearable.

"God, such a pathetic whine, he's so needy."

He pulls my shorts to the side, and without warning slides a thick finger inside me. I gasp and cry, letting out a big spurt of pee.

"Look like we interrupted him!" he laughs. "No need to cry baby, I'll help you relax and empty."

His finger slowly thrust in my wet pussy, while he thumbs at my clit. I bite back a moan, uncontrolably letting out a stream of piss. I feel it soak my shorts, I hear it hissing and hitting the fabric. I'm ruining my clothes, I'm pissing myself, why don't him get my panties out of the way?

"Like this baby, I know you want it, I bet it hurts to keep it inside, uh? You can't help it, soiling yourself, that's why untamed dogs like you do."

I cry again as he crooks his fingers. At this point I'm too hot, I'm panting, I don't have any control over the spurts of piss soaking my shorts. It splash on my thighs, it pools under my ass, and the thrusting movement make it squirt everywhere.

I cum crying, fear and panic only making me piss harder. My pussy clenches endlessly around his fingers, while spurts of piss mix with slick.

"Wow, that's really a big pee, you ruined your pretty panties. Let's make sure there's nothing more left."

He keeps fingering my oversensitive pussy as I squirm frantically. In no time, I cum a second time, moaning loudly. This time, what squirts out is a clear liquid, splashing all over his hand. My orgasm feels endless, waves and waves of liquid squirting, splashing on the ground at my feet.

I fall limp on the bench, panting, my ears ringing. He's still gently tracing circles on my clit. I can hear the last drops of my piss hitting the ground.

"Did you see? Poor boy had so much in him, good thing we helped him. That's what good people do when they meet this kind of bitch."

He pats my pussy, put my shirt back on and make me stand. He adjust my sopping wet shorts around me.

"My, what a big accident! Hope you'll make it home without anyone seeing you like this. Everyone would know you can't control your bladder in no time."

God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour

was trying to chew on my boyfriends fingers today and they were like oh baby do you neeea chew toy and i got shy and looked away and they go “you wanna use your words… or is it barks now…”

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