She Can't Hold Any Longer

"I really need to pee" she said
"no" I said, a little to sternly
She bounces from one foot to the other
She doubles over, holding her tummy.
Shes really really desperate now.

"please" she says, nearly in tears.
"I am not gonna let you use the toilet" I reply.

She crouches down, pressing her heel into her crotch
She moves back and forth, in her crouched down position.
"stand up straight." I say. It's an order- and she knows she will be punished if she doesnt obey me.

She stands up straight, as ordered, and presses her thighs together, and jams both hands against her pee hole.

"Im sorry" she says - the tell-tale sign, that some of her golden liquid has escaped, the crotch of her jeans is damp, and two or three lines of pee run down her jeans.

"you will hold it" I say.
"but I can't." she says, gasping for breath

Her face is coated in a light sweat
Her eyes are closed
She breathing really heavy and fast.
She cannot stand still.

Then without warning, she gives off a loud groan, and her delicious pee escapes her. Her bladder muscles are exhausted.
A slow trickle to start with- her jeans show the pee-trails running down her right leg at first, then the left as well.
Then, as her bladder muscles can no longer do their job, a torrent of pee fills her jeans. She turns away from me, the embarrassment of peeing herself, she finds it to Akward to look at me.
The back of her jeans is soaked
"stand up, and turn around" I order her.
She does as she's told, but still can't look at me.
Her pee still pours out. Her jeans are completly soaked now, front and back. The blue denim is shiny with her golden fluid. A large puddle collects around her feet.

And still she continues to wet herself

And all the time she says "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." over and over.
"Have you finished" I ask

"yeah" she gingerly replys back
I turn off the video camera

"thanks lisa" I say
"oh that's alright. I get well paid for it" she says, laughing.
"I will give it to the director tomorrow- I'm sure it will be a best seller"
She giggles and says "do people really want to watch this sort of thing"
"100,000 copies of the last one sold, and I've already got more than 10,000 pre-orders for the next one"
"fine, as long as they want it, I will keep peeing my pants" she says still laughing and giggling
"see ya tomorrow??" I ask
"yeah- don't worry, I'll be here first thing in the morning"

expressomarkie expressomarkie
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Dec 10, 2012