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he squirmed on the meeting room chair, his bladder incredibly full: he had woken up late this morning & had had no time to go to the washroom. not only that, but one of his coworkers had offered him a coffee on their way to work, & despite his protestations, she insisted. he had drank the entire large coffee, & he was now very much regretting his decision. their boss (& coincidentally his girlfriend) had called a meeting first thing in the morning. this, he knew about, for it had been on the staff schedule since the beginning of the week, but he had assumed he would not have needed to pee so desperately. he wasn’t so sure that he would make it out of the meeting room without wetting himself.
he did not hear his girlfriend’s words, for he was too focused on the building pressure in his stomach. he ran his shaking hands over his thighs, bunching up the stiff fabric of his pants in his fists. his knuckles white, he crossed his legs in an effort to quell the urge. he so desperately wanted to bring his fingers up to his throbbing urethra, but of course, the only problem was that this table was glass. if they wanted to, the room’s occupants could all see him struggle. in fact, he was certain that his girlfriend had taken notice of his plight.
he glanced up towards the front of the room, where she was standing. he could see a sly smile playing at her full lips as she spoke. she was ravishing in this outfit: she had a full chest, not supported by any kind of bra that day, contained only by a tight, short sleeved blouse. it was tucked into her black pants, & somehow he knew she was going commando under those. what a powerful mistress she made. her eyes were crinkled & bright: a sign of her amusement, yet she did not let it show through her voice.
a sudden surge coming from his lower half forced his attention from her beauty back to his predicament. he squeezed his legs together, a spike of fear crossing his mind. he did not want to face the ridicule that wetting himself would cause—he wouldn’t be able to take it, as he hated the thought of his fetishes being brung into the public light. at the same time though, he was starting to wonder whether he might actually enjoy the humiliation…
he stifled a gasp. between his folded legs, he felt warmth seeping out of his quivering hole. ❝ mmph, shit — ❞ he cursed under his breath. his brain went dumb at the sudden release, & his legs quivered, forgetting to stay crossed to better hold himself. his mind sharpened once more. despite the release being cathartic, he remebered, he could not drain his bladder here. he gripped his thighs, nails digging into his flesh as he tried to stop the flow. he still felt a small rivulet of piss flowing freely, so he gathered all of the strength his tired muscles could muster up. finally, the stream stopped. when he looked sheepishly up, he could see that the underside of the table had steamed a bit beneath his papers. he sunk in his seat.
he tried to readjust his seating position in the hopes that it would alleviate the pressure on his bladder. after a few endless minutes, however, he determined that it was useless. the feeling did not grow fainter; in fact, the arousal he felt after wetting himself in public only made the sensation grow more prominent. his vulva pounded, his folds wet with arousal & pee. his testosterone-swollen clit rubbed uncomfortably against his boxers, sensitive & erect. he grew hotter, heavier, needier. he throbbed for any kind of release, & he would take either a heady orgasm or a gushing arc of piss. ideally, both. he began to bounce his leg, a method to keep himself from leaking, thigh rubbing against his sensitive head.
❝ alright everyone, i think it’s high time for a break. we will resume our meething in twenty minutes to review. ❞
twenty minutes. that was the codeword to meet his girlfriend in her office, & the amount of time they needed to take care of his needs. great.
carefully, he stood, & a wave of desperation washed over him. he had to keep every muscle in his body clenched to keep from leaking again. he trembled in agony for a few moments, & then, as quickly as it had come, the desperation had calmed itself. eagerly, he made his way to the door at the opposite end of the room. as he walked, he felt the wet spot between his legs, & for the sake of his pride, he hoped to god that it wasn’t apparent to his coworkers.
he rushed out of the room & into the hall, towards the elevators. he pressed the call button on one of them, hoping to go up. he waited, his hands jammed into his pockets, leg bouncing madly. under the pressure of time & his bloated stomach, he squeezed his legs uncomfortably, muffling a whimper. as discreet as he was attempting to be, he was sure that everyone could tell that he needed a leak. he tapped his thumbs against his thighs, trying to unassumingly touch himself from within his pockets. his hand passed over the warmth of his vulva, feeling the wetness of his anticipation & his accident, & he shivered under his own touch. then, glancing at the camera above him, he decided that maybe touching himself in front of the elevator was not the brightest of ideas. why couldn’t this goddamned elevator come down any faster? he had half a mind to relieve himself in the potted plants that populated the corners of hallways.
deciding that his bladder was too full to be waiting for the elevator any longer, he dashed for the stairwell. he threw open the door, scrambling over the steps. the fast motion only aggravated his situation, his bladder stretched painfully, swollen with piss. with a small ❝ aahh — ❞, he felt another gush of piss as he climbed the final flight of stairs. he slowed down, clenching every muscle he could, still walking slowly & stiffly up the steps. the flow tapered, but it would not stop . fuck make it stop please please please please—ohhh fuck!! he felt the fluid soak into his pants, & stubbornly, it creeped down his leg. it was warm, & despite the effort he was making to keep it inside, it trickled down & dripped onto the floor. he left droplets as he walked, & the panic that this made him feel gave him the power to tap the delicate flow. as he climbed the final step, the side of his pant leg was soaked as well, designating to onlookers that he had pissed himself, badly . he dashed through the doors to the 14th floor, leaving the hot yellow puddles steaming on the steps.
he nearly ran to his girlfriend’s office, but thought better of it due to his bladder giving out under his mad dash up the stairwell just a few moments ago. instead, he settled with speedwalking. even this nearly caused him to have a third accident, but he thankfully managed to stop himself from leaking prematurely. on his way to her office, he nodded as nonchalantly as he could to passing coworkers, pretending to not notice their mocking stares & the wetness of his pants sticking to his leg. god, this was so humiliating. all the stares made him flush & shrink. & yet, he found that he didn’t hate the attention either.
he finally arrived in front of his girlfriend’s office. glancing through the large window that stood beside her door. since the blinds weren’t shut & the lights were on, he clumsily unlocked the door with this own set of keys. he almost dropped them a few times since his hands were so shaky & slick with sweat. he knew she would be waiting patiently inside. he pushed open the door & rushed to her desk, fumbling to unfasten his belt so that he didn’t pee himself too soon. as the door shut behind him, he looked up towards the desk.
she was not there.
he paused for just long enough to register the possibilities as to why she wasn’t sitting in her chair as she usually was. was she gone to the washroom? was she having the same elevator problems as he was? had she been stopped in the hallway by a particularly chatty coworker? then, feeling his bladder threaten to release itself, he rushed over to the empty chair—it was the only place he could sit comfortably enough to not immediately flood himself. & now that the door was closed & that he was in a private area, he could touch himself as much as he pleased.
all thoughts of workplace decency evaporated from his mind, he untucked the chair from beneath the desk & he clumsily straddled the armrest with a soft, vulnerable ❝ hmmph… ❞ the material was firm enough to offer a barrier to ward off the impending stream but soft enough to be comfortably grinded against. he sat with his hands shakily gripping the headrest, one leg folded on the seat of the chair, the other serving as an anchor with his foot on the floor. he was only in position on the armrest, his hips still, & already he was completely stupid, his only thoughts being i can’t hold it , fuck , & it feels so good . his throbbing clit was overly sensitive, sending cool shivers down his spine with only the sensation of it tightly tenting the material of his pants, & his peehole was pounding deliciously as it was pressed against the armrest, the alluring threat of a mess always in the front of his mind.
he began to sway his hips, & he almost lost control then & there because fuck that felt good. he couldn’t believe how little effort he needed to put into the thrusts for them to send shockwaves through his body. was he that desperate for release, for touch? he delighted in the minuscule movements as they built up into something greater. he melted into the chair, forgetting everyth—
the door clicked open behind him.
wide-eyed, his pride suddenly threatened to be hurt, his heart beat madly in his ribcage as he whipped around to see the face of the intruder.
it was only her.
he sighed in relief. pocketing her keys, she looked at him pleasuring himself with an amused expression as she cooed, ❝ you started without me, love. ❞
turning his head in shame, his cheeks flushed a deep pink. ❝ i’m such a mess… ❞ he said. a sudden jab in his stomach alerted him of his current situation. he pressed himself against the armrest once again, hoping to stave off the desperation long enough. ❝ hmmph… hurry, i-i’m so close… i don't know how long i can— haah … keep it in… ❞
❝ here, puppy. that’s my seat. get up for me, love. ❞
she eyed him as he shakily stood, & another wave of desperation hit him. he choked back a sob as he felt a river of hot pee streaming down his leg, soaking through his pants. his hands shot to his crotch, his fingers trying to press onto his peehole, piss sluicing down his trembling fingers. the stream sputtered onto the floor, creating a puddle at his feet. he shut his eyes & started to bounce on the balls of his feet, rocking himself back & forth. ❝ fffuuuck… stopstopstopstop— ❞ he panted as he tried to stop himself. finally, the muscles in his body obeyed & the flood was kept at bay .
during his struggle, his mistress had taken a seat on her chair. she had unbuttoned her shirt, her plump breasts exposed. her nipples were puckered & alluring, & the way she sat with her chest puffed out made him even more eager to please the both of them. ❝ come here, love. ❞ she patted her folded legs. ❝ we’ve only got fifteen minutes. ❞ she smiled, looking at the mess he had made of himself. he blushed, her gaze inviting & tempting him.
quickly, before his bladder gave out for a fourth time, he went to sit on her lap. she placed her palms on his hips, guiding his ass down onto her thigh. slowly, he sank into her body, &, wrapping his arms around her neck, he began to grind against her lap in an attempt to quell the need to pee, moaning softly. how he had craved this for so long. his pee hole rubbed against her, pressed against her thick thigh to close it off. if he were to be honest, it didn't help much at this stage. he was too close to losing all control of himself, & the pleasurable sensation of his quaking urethra & sopping wet folds only worsened his case. his wetted boxers were warm & soaked through, & it dampened his & his girlfriend’s pants. he let out small whimpers as his throbbing clit rubbed against her lap, tenting his pants & twitching with anticipation. she cupped his face in her palm, running a hand through his soft hair.
from the corner of his eye, he saw her reach for the drawer handle. oh no . he shut his eyes, bladder flaring up blissfully once more as he saw the small purple vibrator she held in her hand once she’d pulled it out of the drawer. she turned it on, & it began to purr. eyes still closed, he anticipated the touch of it at his tip, & yet it never came. his heart pummeled nervously, knowing that, when it will graze against him, he will completely lose control of himself. she was teasing him, getting him on edge. this made him squirm even more, grinding himself onto her thigh once again. finally, it made contact with his soft flesh, &, letting out a gasped moan, he felt a spurt of piss splash against her thigh, mixing with the pre-cum soaking his pants.
she rubbed the vibrator against his twitching dick, coaxing pants & mews from his throat. though they were separated by layers of cloth, they were so close. so close to pissing his pants on top of his girlfriend, so close to having an orgasm in her office, so close to letting it all go… it buzzed through his boxers, sending shockwaves of pleasure tingling his throbbing clit & his spine. in a hot gush, more pee leaked out. this time, it was dribbling down his leg, a persistent golden rivulet running down. he squeezed his legs, gripping her thigh as he did so, both as an attempt to quell the need to both pee & come. he huffed, wincing, as he felt his pussy hungrily dripping with unbridled arousal. despite his desperate attempts to block off his peehole with her thigh, grinding against the small stream & feeling it run up his system, it kept streaming out of him with a silent trickling sound. this only made him more needy, & the vibrator certainly didn’t help.
without warning, the pressure in his stomach then released. he let out a panicked whimper, his muscles tensing. he attempted to stop the flow once more, to savour the feeling just a moment longer, but she cradled his face in her free hand & said ❝ you can let go, dearest. it’s okay. ❞ he took a deep breath before letting go.
a great wave of relief washed through him. piss loudly gushed out of his urethra, hissing through his pants & boxers. the wet spot on his pants kept creeping larger & darker. it ran down both their legs, soaking into their shoes & splashing onto the floor. he grinded his sopping wel folds against the warmth of his mistress’ piss-soaked thigh, coming so agonizingly close to an orgasm. his—
the door opened.
the sound scared him so much that the stream turned into a waterfall, a roaring arc of piss so forceful that it arced from his pants & onto his girlfriend’s clean shirt. fuck fuck fuck , he thought, trying to stop the flow. he buried his face into the crook of his shoulder, hoping that her peach-scented hair could mask the expression of utter embarrassment staining his cheeks a deep crimson. he felt a few tears of humiliation & frustration brimming his eyes. everyone will know everyone will know—haaah—fuck fuck shit fuck— he was certain the person silently standing in shock, whoever it was, could notice the loud hissing of the hot stream arcing from his sopping wet pussy onto her thighs & trickling down the floor; the softer buzz of the vibrator pleasuring his throbbing dick, delectably swollen with pent up arousal; the smell of the thick, salty pre-cum that leaked from his folds mingling with the heady aroma of steaming pee; the small moans coming from his parted lips as he gasped for breath; the subtle gyrations of his hips that sent hot piss spraying over her body, the chair, & the floor, creating a golden pool of liquid.
❝ i will… come back later, ❞ the person said, and they shut the door behind them.
he sighed in relief, a small groan escaping his lips as he did so. his heart was racing, & his hands were shaking even more than they already were. with a lot of effort, he somehow managed to tap the flow of his piss. he panted, mouth agape, face resting in the crook of her shoulder. his teeth grazed her neck. she ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. he felt so small under her touch, so vulnerable. like a puppy.
❝ you’re doing so well, love. ❞ her sultry voice sent butterflies fluttering down his back, & he held back the need to melt into the curve of her pale neck. ❝ hold on just a little bit longer, okay? ❞
❝ hnng… i’ll… try… ❞ he breathed, squirming. he attempted to alleviate the pressure between his legs. he grinded against her thigh once more, pressing himself closer to the warmth of her body.
she switched the vibrator to its highest setting. ❝ agh…! ❞ this moan was gasped, & he was almost certain that people could have heard him through shut doors. his dick fluttered with the sensation of an oncoming orgasm, & his back arched involuntarily. his throbbing vulva secreted saline nectar. he whimpered in her ear, & he thought he could feel gooseflesh on her arms. the sight of him nuzzling into her shoulder definitely turned her on. immediately, he lost his hold on his bladder once more. his nails dug crescents into his thighs. his head was heavy, lolling on his shoulders, & he could feel the buzzing between his thighs. he could feel himself dripping through his pants, secreting pearlescent fluids that stuck to his boxers. hot & sticky pre-cum mixed with his steaming piss, creating a concoction of absolute lust & unbridled arousal.
❝ oh fuck… i-i-i’m gonna come— ❞ everything—the warmth of the urine flooding out of his quivering hole, the slow but steady grinding of his sopping wet pussy against his girlfriend’s lap, the intoxicating sensation of his bladder being stretched too thin, the arousing sound of his own muffled whimpers, his girlfriend’s gentle & comforting touch—was too much. already, he had butterflies in his stomach, & soon, he came.
❝ ohhh… FUCK!! ❞ a starburst exploded between his thighs. his swollen clit twitched & pushed against his pants as the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation of an orgasm washed over him. shivers of unbridled arousal ran up his spine, & his breath choked in the back of his throat. he shut his eyes to bask in the pleasure, pitching his head back. his whole body felt tense, his back arched stiffly. he breathed heavily as he came, spurts of pee soaking his pants, sluicing down their skin… he was making such a whimpering, helpless mess of himself, & the feeling was intoxicating. waves of cum dripped out of him, sticky & hot & wet. it soaked through his boxers & onto his mistress’ pants. his entire body hummed, & he basked in the heady sensation. along with his cum, he felt hissing spurts of pee gush out of him. this time, he completely let go of himself. he grinded against her lap, his dick rubbing against his pants.
piss arched from his throbbing urethra as he rocked himself back & forth on top of her. he pissed all over the vibrator, splashing his steaming hot fluids over her white shirt. with this mind-numbing orgasm, he lost all sense of decency, holding her closer to himself as he choked out dazed moans, spurts of golden piss mixing with his cum completely soaking through his ruined pants & boxers. his legs quivered beneath him, almost failing to keep him standing. most of his weight was on her thigh. he savoured the incredible feeling, every wave of sticky sweet cum that spurt out of him, & every second of the hissing stream of bitter yellow piss that steamed the windows of the room. he panted out hushed groans as he grinded against her, feeling the final wave of orgasmic pleasure pass. the hissing stream tapered off as he slumped against her body.
❝ fuck… ❞ he sighed, idly bringing up a hand to touch his clit through the massive wet spot on his pants. it was hypersensitive, & still stiff, & the sight of the pretty mess he had made only made him more aroused. he squeezed his thighs against hers. it was always this way: attempting to quell the arousal with such grand measures & scope made him so much more desperate for more when it was all over, as if basking in the memory of it was just as delightful—if not better—than the actual orgasm. he stroked himself, once, twice, trailing his piss-soaked hand from his sopping wet crotch up to finger his hardened nipples. he shut his eyes to relish the the feeling, before slowly, reluctantly, standing on weak legs. he stumbled in the delightful orgasmic afterglow & fell back onto her lap. she smiled.
❝ feeling better, puppy? ❞ his girlfriend said, running her hand over his sodden thighs. she licked her hand, sucking away the bitter syrup of his piss & cum mixture. he shivered at the arousing sight, passing a hand through his wavy hair.
❝ fuck… yeah… ❞ he sighed.
❝ i’m glad. ❞ the corners of her lips curled into a wan smile. she leaned close to him, close enough for him to smell the sweet peach shampoo she used. she kissed him softly, squeezing his thighs with slender hands. he could taste the salt of his cum on her lips. he deepened the kiss, grinding his still-hard clit against her wet thigh. he reveled in the feeling of their bodies so close together, growing ever hotter at the fact that both of them soaked in his nectar. the sensation was heavenly, & he craved another round. he knew, though, that it could not last much longer—their break was almost over, after all.
despite that knowledge, & despite himself, he basked in the blissful feeling.