A new arousal from a woman peeing
Introduction:
This is a true story that happened three weeks ago . . .
I’m an attorney working for a large international firm. I work in San Francisco, usually logging too many hours at the office; tonight, however, I’ve set aside some time to get the following events down in writing while they’re still fresh in my mind.
Stacey is a litigation paralegal with us. As managing partner of the litigation department for our office in San Francisco, it was I who was first told about her Internet policy violations. As I sat in my desk on that Thursday afternoon, I couldn’t really believe my eyes as I looked at some of the printouts that Mark, our IT manager, presented to me; he told me that over the last few weeks Stacey had used her work computer to log into several adult sites, the printouts in my hand were from her three primary sites she visited. What shocked me, and what was so unusual, was that they were all sites dealing with pee and public urination.
I’m not a prude but that is not something I see on a daily basis, much less find out an employee is using company time and equipment to visit sites like this. I told Mark he did the right thing to bring it to me and that I would handle it. I also reminded him to keep this confidential. As he rose from his chair opposite my desk, Mark took one last look at the printouts in my hand and shook his head slowly as he exited.
I told my secretary to send for Stacey. About twenty minutes later Stacey was shown to my door and she marched into my office with all of the confidence of a young professional who know her place in the world and could handle anything thrown her way. Wearing a sharp white business suit, the jacket buttoned over her generous bosom so that it flattered her curves, she sat in the same chair Mark had occupied just earlier. In her thirties, she was attractive by most people’s standards with rounded curves, a full head of wavy brunette hair that cascaded down past her shoulders, and deep intense brown eyes that peered at me.
My heart was beating pretty hard as I reached over and handed her the printouts. Her eyes narrowed for a second as she studied them and then I saw the color drain from her face. She looked up at me with her mouth slightly open.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“You tell me.”
She looked back at the papers and then back up at me.
“I don’t know,” she said.
The lawyer in me became a little annoyed with her initial denial. Looking back, I realize how embarrassed she must have been but, at that moment, I just wanted her to confess and get this mess cleaned up.
“Don’t lie to me, Stacey. IT tracked you using the office computer to access these porn sites.”
She looked down at the papers again and then I could see her eyes begin to fill up with tears.
“Am I going to be fired?” she asked without looking up.
I cleared my throat. “Do you have any projects that are time critical for this week?”
She shook her head.
“Then you are suspended without pay for the rest of this week. Go home immediately. You are to report back to my office on Monday morning at 10:00 a.m. and your future with this firm will be discussed.”
Stacey rose slowly and reached her hand out towards my desk, holding the printouts. Her hand was shaking as she dropped the papers on my desk. She turned and shuffled out without looking back.
In retrospect, I realize that any reasonable supervisor, much less an attorney, should have immediately called the head of our human resources department into my office and turned this over to initiate termination. After all, she was in direct violation of company policy and Mark assured me it was her unique password used to use the computer.
But, I hesitated. I had not worked with Stacey much myself but I knew she was popular with the trial attorneys in the department and she had been with the firm for four or five years now. I was also still in a bit of shock that someone like her would look at perverted smut like this. And, frankly, talking to the head of HR, Mrs. Peterson, was a bit like talking to a head nun and principal combined; it was not pleasant. In short, I didn’t want to talk to HR about this . . . at least not yet.
So, I did something that probably changed my life forever; I rose and wandered down the hall to John Hopper’s office. John was my mentor, a close friend, and the former head of the litigation department. I have worked with John for almost twenty years now. As a senior litigator, he took fewer cases now. He was only 53, ten years older than me, but had decided to slow down a bit and enjoy life more.
It’s important to know one thing about John–he is a renowned ladies man. Currently single, he’s been married three times and has a reputation for chasing tail. He is much more free about sex than I am. Married, I have remained faithful to my wife while John has had numerous affairs. He always tells me that he admires my devotion to my wife but he is always lecturing and teasing me about opening up more with sex and having fun before it‘s too late.
On a business trip to Las Vegas several years ago, he took me to an all nude strip club. Although it was fun to watch the beautiful, and very naked girls, move their bodies and talk to us, I never got comfortable with the surroundings. John, on the other hand, made it very clear he was aroused and I know he ended up screwing a stripper later in his hotel room in the wee hours of the morning. Several months after that, he filed for divorce from his third wife. John is no saint, not by a long shot, but he is a lot of fun to be around and he’s a dynamite litigator, which probably explains why he is so good at getting women into bed and getting them to open up to new experiences.
When I showed John the papers in his office, he was sitting behind his desk and as he perused the printouts his lips tightened and he crossed his legs.
“When did you get this?” he asked.
I explained the timeline and my brief conversation with Stacey, including her suspension until Monday morning.
“What do you want to happen?” John asked.
“Fire her,” I answered, sighing a bit. I did not like the prospect of losing a solid paralegal who was good at her job but we could not have employees accessing pornographic sites on work equipment.
“Why did you come to me?” John asked.
“For advice, I think. To talk it out.”
“Do you want my advice?”
“Of course.”
“Is she good at her job?”
“You know she is.”
“Do you want to jettison a valuable asset just because she has a weird, fucked up sexual fetish?”
“She can’t do this on the company computers and she should know better.”
John raised his hand to stop me. “I completely agree. However, termination might be . . . too much in this situation. How many people know about this?“ John asked, nodding at the papers in his hand.
“Just the IT department.”
“How about this–as a member of the board I’ll take care of this. I’ll meet you on Monday morning before 10:00 and let you know where things stand.”
It was out of my hands, which made it much easier for me. I smiled, stood and got back to work.
Over that weekend, I worked some on both Saturday and Sunday in the office. My thoughts would occasionally float over to Stacey, wondering how John would handle the situation. I was soon to find out and the answer both shocked . . . and aroused . . . me in a way that blew me away.
On Monday morning, I hit the office at 8:30 a.m. It was quiet still quiet. As I walked towards my office I passed a janitor coming from the main conference room who was shaking his head. I was behind my desk for only about twenty minutes when John came in and handed me an envelope.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“How I dealt with Stacey.”
I frowned and opened up the envelope. It contained a CD. I looked up at John and raised my eyebrows.
“Stacey is not fired,” John said. “She will be reporting to work this morning as usual. I told her not to come see you this morning. I will talk to IT about monitoring her future computer access but she has assured me that her behavior will immediately improve or she will be fired.”
I held up the CD. “What’s this?”
“That is why she is still working here.”
John turned and headed towards the door. He stopped before walking out and looked back. “And, keep an open mind. You just might find it interesting.” He winked and walked out.
I put the CD into my computer. The movie player opened and the video started with the camera focused on Stacey sitting in an ordinary patio chair in a backyard that I did not recognize. She was wearing jean shorts that showed off her long shapely legs and a blouse that flattered her large breasts. Her legs were pressed tightly together with her ankles crossed in front of her. She wore open toed sandals. Stacey looked directly into the camera with her lips pressed tightly together.
“Do we have an agreement?” I heard John’s voice ask off camera.
One of her feet began to twitch before she answered in a tight, soft voice.
“Yes.”
I looked at the date and time stamp on the video. This was shot on Friday at 4:02 p.m.
“What do you want to tell me?” John asked.
“I broke company policy by using my computer to look at smut at work.”
“Why did you do it?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think you do know.”
She shook her head.
“Does it arouse you to think about pee”?
Her mouth opened slightly and she hesitated.
“I don’t want to answer that.”
“If you want to keep working at my firm, you will tell me.”
Stacey hesitated again and then asked, “What was the question?”
“Do you get aroused when you think about pee?”
“Sometimes,” she said quietly.
“Are you going to keep looking at this smut on a work computer?”
“No, sir.”
“Do you understand that if you do you’ll be fired?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you like to hold your pee on purpose for a long time”?
At this question, my mouth dropped open a little. A video taped confession, while it might raise some issues of coercion or duress, made sense; she couldn’t later deny accessing the sites. But, John’s question made me both uncomfortable and, for reasons I cannot even begin to understand or explain, I began to feel aroused . . . probably because I knew she had looked at pornographic sites along these lines and I was immediately fascinated to know if this appealed to her or even aroused her.
Stacey dropped her gaze away from the camera and she fixated on the ground in front of her.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“why?”
She squirmed in her seat, her gaze still downcast.
“Do you have to pee now?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why do you hold your pee?”
She squirmed again and then peeked up at the camera for a second before looking down again.
“I like how it feels when it gets full in me and then when I pee like that . . . the release feels . . . very good.”
I was suddenly aware that my cock was getting hard listening to her confess this to John and the camera.
“You like how it feels?”
“Yes,” she said, her breathing getting slower and deeper.
“Are you a bad girl?”
She didn‘t answer for several long beats before she finally said, very quietly, “I’m good.”
“How long have you liked this?”
“I don’t know . . . it’s been building for years.”
“How has it been building?”
“I’ve just always liked to hold it . . . see how far I can push myself before I go.”
“You like doing that?”
“Yes. It feels so good once I finally go. The release is amazing.”
“Why do you look at the sites?”
“I thought something was wrong with me and I became curious so I started looking on the Net.”
“Have you ever peed somewhere other than a toilet?”
“No, sir,” she said quietly.
“Did it excite you to see girls pissing wherever they wanted on those sites?”
Stacey looked up and slowly nodded.
“How full is your bladder?”
She paused for a few beats. “Full.”
“Do you want to release that pressure?”
She nodded her head slowly.
“I can’t hear you.”
“I want to pee, yes,” she finally said.
“Take off your shorts.”
She blinked a few times and her mouth opened slightly.
“I’m not that type of girl,” she said softly.
“Yes you are. In fact, I bet you want desperately to piss and you want me to watch you and get off, don’t you?”
She stared at him, blinking for a few moments and then she slowly nodded.
“Take off your shorts.”
Slowly, almost as if in a trance, her hands moved for the button on her jean shorts. She undid the buttons, stood, and wiggled out of them, letting them fall to the cement patio while she kept her legs pressed together as best she could. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and, in response, my cock began to throb. She let the shorts drop onto the cement patio and sat down again, keeping her legs pressed together. I could just make out the top of her neatly trimmed pussy hair.
“Open your legs.”
She slowly obeyed and I got a full view of her pussy lips, the hair trimmed away except for the top patch that showed up when her legs were closed.
“Scoot forward and get your hips out so I can see your snatch.”
She started breathing harder now and looked hard past the camera for a few seconds, presumably at John, and I could see her nipples pushing against the fabric of her blouse . . . she was clearly not wearing a bra . . . and her breathing intensified as she scooted her hips forward and spread her legs more. She ended in a partial semi-prone posture so she was partially reclining in the chair and offering for view her exposed pussy, which was clearly moist, the lips beginning to swell with blood.
“Do you have to piss?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes closed.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Touch your clit.”
Her hand, shaking slightly, reached for her exposed clit and she lightly ran a finger over it.
“You’re going to pee on camera and show me that you’re a piss slut. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she groaned.
She began to rub her clit more . . . which caused my erection to start pulsing in my pants. I could feel pre-cum beginning to leak into my boxers.
“I have to go now,” Stacey said, her voice quiet between her deep breathing.
“Piss for me.” I could hear John’s voice catch as the words came out.
Stacey kept her eyes shut but her fingers picked up speed over her clit for a few seconds and then she stopped and a trickle of pee began to ooze from her pussy lips and drop onto the cement below her chair. After a few seconds the trickle picked up force and a stream began to grow and arch away from her pussy until it was a full torrent of piss hissing out like it was alive as it poured from her body.
I stared transfixed and completely turned on as I watched Stacey moan slightly in mid-pee, her fingers pulling at the top of her pussy so that the stream moved a little back-and-forth. It looked like she was enjoying the release as her jaw went slack. It looked exactly like she was cumming as the piss continued to pour from her pussy. She kept that hard stream pulsing for what seemed like a full minute before the stream began to subside finally until it fell to a trickle and then vanished as quickly as it started. A huge puddle of piss sat before her. She opened her eyes, blinking a few times, and looked at the camera.
I almost came in my pants at that moment. I had never seen a girl pee like that, especially not so that her urine shot out like she was cumming, and I realized that my cock was as hard as steel and I wanted desperately to fuck this women in that chair and pump that pussy right after she peed.
I ran my hand down over my trousers and felt how hard I was. My breathing was coming in short gasps as I tried to regain my composure.
“Good, girl.” John said on camera. “You agree that you need more disciplining to make up for breaching the company policy, right?”
“Yes, sir,” Stacey answered. Right after her answer, John must have switched off the camera because the scene abruptly ended.
It immediately picked up again. This time the date and time stamp showed it was Saturday night at 11:32 p.m. The camera angle at first focused in tight on Stacey, who was standing and wearing her white suit, the same one she wore when I last spoke with her, but she did not have her jacket on, only the pants, blouse and high heels. The camera then panned back and showed that she was standing in the firm’s main conference room next to its large mahogany conference table. The table is big enough to sit thirty people.
Stacey looked at the camera, which panned back at her focusing the scene on her torso and face.
“Have you ever been in her before?” John asked off camera.
She looked around slowly and then faced the camera again. “of course,” she said.
“Have you ever pissed in here before?”
She laughed, an easy smile coming to her face and then a real chuckle before she stopped. “Of course not.”
“Have you thought about peeing in here before?”
“Not before today.”
“Do you have to pee?”
She rubbed her hand across her lower abdomen and smiled. “Very badly.”
“Get on the table.”
Stacey looked to her side and then put her hands on the large conference table. She pushed down against it and hoisted herself up onto the table until she was sitting on it. She then slowly got to her knees and then rose to her feet. She walked to the center of the table, her high heels clicking on the polished wood. At the center, she wheeled and faced the camera again.
She looked exactly as she did during working hours, except that she was standing on the conference table. Stacey tapped one feet for a few seconds, the click echoing off the mahogany.
“You want me to squirt on this table?” she asked.
“I want you to spray your piss all over this table and enjoy it.”
She smiled and then squatted down until her ass was just inches above the table.
“Oh, I am so going to enjoy this,” Stacey said quietly. She reached a hand down between her legs and began to rub her pussy through her slacks.
“I have to pee soooo bad,” she purred, looking down at her hand moving over her body. “I don’t think I can hold it at all and there’s no toilet in here.”
“Are you going to take off your pants?”
Stacey pouted for a second, still rubbing her pussy. “Do I have to?” she asked?
“No.”
“Good. I want to feel how hot and wet I can make myself.”
Her hand kept moving rhythmically over her pussy, with her ass just inches from the top of the polished mahogany.
“I hope I don’t make a mess,” she whispered, still watching her hand. “But, it will feel so good to relieve myself.”
My hand went down to my pants and I undid my belt. I undid my trousers and my hands went to my cock as I watched one of my paralegals rubbing her pussy on our conference table.
“I’m going to love the feeling of my hot pee against my body,” she whispered, still rubbing and watching her hand move rhythmically over her pussy.
She smiled and glanced up at the camera.
“This is so naughty,” she said. “The thought of pissing in here, on this table, and in my suit, it’s making me wet.”
She turned her gaze back towards her hand and moaned as she continued to rub.
“Here it comes,” Stacey whispered. She stopped rubbing her pussy but kept looking down and then I saw a little line of pee form on her work pants, staining them dark between her legs over her pussy, and it suddenly spread and shot spider veins of dark lines across the front of her trousers. A small trickle of pee gathered strength and started seeping from her trousers to fall and collect on the table.
“It’s soooo warm,” she breathed. “It’s lovely to feel it against my skin like this.”
And then she opened up and a gush started; the pee began to flow from her like a fountain and a huge stain spread across her white slacks. Stacey closed her eyes, moaning, and I watched mesmerized as a huge puddle of piss formed beneath her body as it splashed through her work pants. The puddle began to run in both directions and started trickling off the table onto the carpet.
I came at that moment, a huge glob of cum landing on my trousers as I watched Stacey spraying her hot piss through her suit onto the main conference table.
When she was finished, Stacey remained squatting for a few moments and then she pushed her hand across her pussy over her wet trousers.
“It feels so good to be this wet and warm,” she said. She rubbed her pussy through her wet pants before she stood up. The front of her pants had a huge dark wet stain across the crotch with random streaks angling down both legs and over her thighs. She turned her body so that the camera could catch her butt, which was also dark and stained with piss on both cheeks and some up her butt crack.
Stacey turned back towards the camera.
“How was that, sir?” she asked.
“Very good. Are you a pee slut?”
“I am, sir.”
“Are you going to do that again anywhere in this office without my permission?”
“No, sir.”
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Take off your pants.”
Stacey unbuttoned her slacks without hesitation and peeled them off her body while standing on the table.
“How wet are your panties?”
Stacey ran her hand over his bikini panties, pushing the heel against her pussy lips.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” she moaned. “It’s so wet and still so warm.”
“Do you want me to use my tongue to clean you up, piss slut?”
Stacey’s mouth fell open and her hand started to rub even faster across her pussy.
“God, please,” she barely croaked out.
“Take off your panties.”
Stacey’s breathing became even harder as she pulled her soaked panties away from her body.
“Lie down, piss slut.”
Stacey went to the edge of the table and sat down on the edge, and then laid back, spreading her legs. She was prone on the conference table as she pulled her knees back lying next to the puddle of piss she had just sprayed.
“Oh, God,” Stacey moaned, as her hand went down between her legs.
And, with that, the screen suddenly went dark and the clip ended.
I stared at the screen for a few moments, breathing hard, trying to collect my thoughts and feeling my erection subside now that the show was over. I stood after a moment and got some tissue and started cleaning up, knowing I would have to go home and change my suit.
As I write this now, three weeks later, I know it’s a good thing I don’t work directly with Stacey or else I would probably have a hard time getting anything done. Moreover, I don’t want to jeopardize my marriage and I don’t see how I would not have wanted to fuck her or at least try to use my knowledge of what she liked to make her aroused. Since that Monday morning three weeks ago, I have stayed away from her, only once seeing her in passing in the hallway, and we both looked away from each other.
I’m pretty sure she has no idea that John gave me the CD or she might be even more embarrassed . . . or perhaps turned on . . . I just don’t know.
When I saw John again later that day, and during the rest of the week, I pretended not to have watched the video at all.
I’m sure John fucked Stacey over that weekend, how could he have not done so, especially on the conference table after he tongued her piss covered pussy. But, as of the date of writing this down, I haven’t yet found out for sure all of the details. I will soon when we go on our next conference to Vegas in a month . . . I’m sure then I’ll ask him how many times he fucked her and get the full version of events; John with some whiskey in him is prone to blab. Without a doubt, John will also know how turned on I am by women peeing. But, that doesn’t matter because it’s obvious John likes it, too.
I’m also going to find out if he’s made Stacey piss again in our offices, or anywhere else, for that matter. I’ll get the information soon enough, I’m sure.
In the interim, this episode suddenly made me a huge fan of girls who like to hold their urine, who enjoy pissing because it feels good, and who get aroused doing it.
Last week I brought this up for the first time with my wife. I was beginning to feel sheer desperation to experience something like this with a woman and she‘s the only girl for me. Her response shocked the hell out of me and, when I have some more time, I’ll get all of that down on paper, too.
