one of my favorite things to do is fuck someone with a full bladder. i love watching the way their face changes when i’m inside them and i’m pressing against their bladder.
the buildup is part of it. watching them drink water. knowing what’s coming. seeing them get more and more full. fidgeting. crossing their legs. that desperate look when they ask if they can use the bathroom and i say no. not yet.
that moment when i finally have them on the bed. legs spread. already shaking. and i slide inside them for the first time. watching their whole body tense. their mouth falling open. that sharp intake of breath. not just from the stretch. not just from being filled. but from the pressure. from feeling the strap or my fingers pressing right against their full bladder.
their eyes going wide. that desperate little whimper escaping before they can stop it. hands immediately gripping the sheets. or my arms. or anything they can hold onto. trying to ground themselves. trying to adjust to everything they’re feeling at once.
i love how they’re already squirming before i even start moving. already struggling. hips shifting. trying to find a position that’s less intense. but there isn’t one. trying to adjust to the fullness. to the pressure. trying to remember how to breathe. how to hold it. how to do both at the same time.
and then i start fucking them. slow at first. just gentle thrusts. watching. learning how much they can take. watching their face for every reaction. the way their eyebrows furrow. the way they bite their lip. every time they clench around me. every time they gasp. knowing they’re fighting their own body. fighting the urge to let go.
the way they try so hard to stay still. to not move too much. because moving makes it worse. makes the pressure more intense. makes it harder to hold. but they can’t help it. their body betrays them. their hips move anyway. rolling slightly. chasing the pleasure even though it makes holding harder. even though every movement makes them more desperate.
i love reaching down and touching their clit. or rubbing where they’re most sensitive. watching them immediately tense. whole body going rigid. “no, please, i can’t if you touch there…” voice strained. desperate. but i do it anyway. slow circles. steady pressure. because i want to see them struggle. want to watch them try to hold both the orgasm and their bladder. watching their face contort. trying to decide which need is more urgent.
that first leak. fuck. that’s my favorite part. watching their face go from intense concentration to shock. eyes going wide. mouth opening. realizing what just happened. then embarrassment flooding in. face going red. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i couldn’t…” and i just keep going. keep fucking them. keep touching them. “it’s okay, baby. let it happen.”
because that’s when they really start to lose it. when they realize they can’t hold it anymore. when their body just takes over. and they leak more. little spurts with each thrust. and they’re so embarrassed but so turned on and they can’t stop either one. can’t stop the leaking. can’t stop grinding against me. can’t stop moaning.
pressing down on their lower stomach while i’m inside them. right where i know they’re fullest. feeling them tense immediately. hearing that desperate cry. watching their face crumple. watching more leak out. watching the wet spot grow. completely helpless. their body doing what it wants despite how hard they’re trying to control it.
“you can’t hold it, can you? poor thing. feels too good. too much pressure.” watching them shake their head frantically. tears forming in their eyes. overwhelmed by all of it. “i’m trying so hard…” voice breaking. “i know you are, baby. but you’re going to let go for me anyway.”
fucking them harder now. purposefully. deliberately. making it impossible to hold. each thrust pushing against their bladder. each movement forcing more out. watching them completely lose control. leaking continuously now. not just spurts anymore. steady. making such a mess. sheets getting soaked. too far gone to care anymore. just needing.
and the sounds they make. those desperate whimpers. those embarrassed moans. the wet sounds of me fucking them mixed with the sound of them leaking. the way they say “i can’t stop” over and over like they need me to know. like they need permission to lose control. like they need me to tell them it’s okay.
the way everything is more intense for them. every thrust hits different. deeper. harder. because of the pressure. every touch overwhelming. their clit so sensitive. their whole body more sensitive because of the fullness. because they’re right on that edge of too much. because every nerve is on fire.
watching their thighs shake. their stomach muscles tense and release. the way they arch their back. the way they can’t keep their eyes open. can’t focus on anything except the sensation. the pressure. the pleasure. the humiliation. all of it mixing together.
watching them get close to cumming while they’re still leaking. still losing control. their moans getting higher. more desperate. body tensing in that specific way. “please, please can i cum now?” and making them wait. making them hold that a little longer. fucking them through it. touching them. pressing on their stomach. watching them struggle with one more thing. watching them try to hold their orgasm while their bladder has already given up.
and then finally. “cum for me, baby. let go of everything.” watching them give in so easily cumming while they’re still leaking. while they’re still making a mess. orgasm and relief hitting at the same time. their whole body convulsing. shaking. moaning so loudly. completely overstimulating them. more intense than it would be normally because of everything else. because they’re so full. so desperate.
working them through it. not stopping. letting them feel every second. watching them ride it out. watching the mess get bigger. watching them completely lose themselves in it.
the way they look after. hair messy. face flushed. tears on their cheeks. embarrassed. vulnerable. immediately trying to hide. to curl up. to cover the mess. and me pulling them close. “hey, you’re okay. you did so well, baby.”
needing to be held. needing to be told they did well. that they were good. that the mess doesn’t matter. that i wanted this. that i loved watching them lose control like that. stroking their hair. their back. grounding them. bringing them back.
that trust. letting me push them there. letting me make them lose control. knowing i’ll take care of them after. knowing i wanted this. wanted them exactly like this. vulnerable. overstimulated. completely at my mercy.
if you’re reading this and getting turned on. if your heart is racing. if you’re squirming. if you’re thinking about what it would feel like. the pressure. the fullness. the struggle. the inevitable loss of control. fuck. i want that for you.
want to watch you try to hold it. watch your face when you realize you can’t. watch you leak. watch you get embarrassed. watch you get more turned on because of the embarrassment. watch you completely lose control while i fuck you. watch you cum while you’re still making a mess.
because there’s nothing hotter than someone trusting you enough to let themselves be that vulnerable. that overstimulated. that completely at your mercy. that willing to let go of control because you told them to.
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