Alwaysdesperate

After a long sex session everything was sweaty and sticky and we were exhausted. My pussy was super overstimulated and I barely registered that I needed to pee.

He pulled me into the shower to clean up together. Now I normally always pee before or right after getting into the shower as a habit, so since I already needed to go, it became urgent super quickly.

After just a couple of minutes I was desperate and bursting, really needing to grab my crotch to hold it. The hot water was definitely not helping. A spurt burst out of me. I was about to tell him that I had to pee, as we’ve peed in the shower together before, but he turned to face the shower and closed his eyes to shampoo. The piss just raced out of me, running down my legs and into the floor, helplessly losing control.

I was on the beach, lots of people around. I was sitting in the wet sand just barely in the waves. A wave would come in and surround me with water every few seconds. The water was pretty cold so not a lot of people were out swimming, it would’ve been obvious if I had gone out in deeper water to pee. But omg i really needed to pee.

I leaked a few times in my panties, and I had to sit in the car in my parking lot for a minute to get the desperation under control. I was wearing light pants and I didn’t want anyone to see me with wet pants. Getting up the stairs was so hard! Every step I thought I was about to lose it. Finally when I started unlocking the door I lost a huge squirt of pee into my pants! I was absolutely frantic trying to stop it

I finally got inside and as soon as I got the door closed behind me I just stopped trying. Piss absolutely poured out of my pussy and soaked my pants. I tried to stop it and make it to the toilet before a puddle formed but I just couldn’t stop peeing.

As soon as the game ended I got up and rushed to the bathroom but I was already spurting pee so I just gave into it and let it soak my pants. I peed for so long it felt like it would never end and I was getting embarrassed for wetting myself so badly

When I was younger I dated a guy who owned a motorcycle. The bike was his baby, he put a lot of work into it and it was fast and very loud. A lot of weekends we would go on long rides through the mountains.

Now on these rides there weren’t many places to stop and use the restrooms, so I would occasionally go outside off the side of the road, etc.

This time, we had been out a few hours already and hadn’t really found a place to stop yet. We were on a long winding road, and we hadn’t even seen an opportunity to pull safely off the road to rest. I knew my bf wanted to stop and stretch, so when I started feeling a slight urge to pee i didn’t say anything because I knew he would stop as soon as he could anyway.

We went a few minutes longer, still no stops, and I felt my urge to piss staying the same, no big deal. Suddenly I felt a wet squirt into my panties and I realized that I had leaked, a lot. The strong vibration of the bike between my legs had made me feel numb and not even notice that I must have been getting desperate. I finally spoke up and said that I really had to pee, and he promised to stop as soon as possible.

Now aware of my desperation, I tried to keep holding it, but obviously I couldn’t cross my legs or put my hands in my crotch. It also seemed like the vibrations of the bike were making it harder to hold. Another spurt shot out like I wasn’t even trying to stop it.

“Babe I’m seriously going to pee” I said frantically. But my needs didn’t magically create a safe place to pull over.

My bladder gave out so suddenly I couldn’t believe it. I could barely even feel the release, just felt my jeans getting absolutely soaked in seconds. It just rushed out of my pussy like a tidal wave, and I knew it was spilling forward on the seat and wetting my bfs pants too.

It started coming out as I was trying to get the door unlocked and I had to rush into the house as I started pissing down my legs. I absolutely soaked my clothes and I couldn’t stop for ages

I had been out drinking at the bars for hours, last call had come and gone and I was tipsy walking home. I lived around a 15-20 minute walk from the bar area, so normally getting home wouldn’t be an issue. Tonight however, I had stood around outside after last call talking with some friends, and I was starting to feel the need to pee again urgently.

I was wearing a skirt, tights, and heeled boots, so walking faster wasn’t really an option, and besides I needed to press my thighs together every few steps. After a few minutes I felt a leak wet my tights (I wasn’t wearing any panties) and trickle a little bit down my thighs. It was unbelievably hard to stop the leak and drops kept squeezing out. I had my hand shoved in my crotch but it was only helping a little.

About halfway home I pass a courtyard for a building that has chairs and tables and umbrellas for people to eat their lunch during open hours. It’s after 2am and the courtyard is completely dark so I duck in, away from the bright streetlights. I had half-formed ideas of squatting and peeing in there, but those were dashed when I saw and heard other groups of people walking along the road too.

When I was around 19-20 I had a friend who lived in my small town with me. We both went to college in different cities but we would spend the summer together bored as hell with nothing to do, so we regularly would just drive around, sit in the parks and drink beer etc.In this town everything closed at 9pm so several times we would go pee in the woods at the parks and whatnot.

One night when we had been driving around, it was probably close to midnight and we had been out a while. We were driving around the national forest when I started needing to pee. I knew there was nowhere to stop or even pull off the road so I didn’t mention it yet. A little while later I was getting really desperate and was considering speaking up when I saw her slip her hand between her legs.

“I really have to piss,” she said. “I was hoping to make it to the picnic area but I don’t know if I can hold it.”

I admitted that I was also bursting so we decided to try and get to the picnic area where we could park and then just squat beside the car. It was a few more miles and I started to question whether I could make it that long. Before long I had unbuttoned my shorts and had both hands shoved between my legs in the passenger seat.

“Oh god, a little bit came out!” I squealed as I felt a spurt of piss wet my lacy panties as we pulled off the road into the picnic area.

To our dismay, the shelter at the site was full of people. There was no way we could squat and let go beside the car, we would have to walk to the restroom across the clearing. We were both holding our pussies at this point but I really didn’t want to wet myself in front of my friend and all those strangers, so we started walking as fast as our swollen bladders would allow. By the time we got to the restroom my panties were soaked and the crotch of my shorts was definitely wet, but my friend was still dry.

We entered the restroom to see that it was only one toilet with the sink outside. I looked at my friend desperately, silently begging her to let me go first.

“Go, go, you’re already going anyway” she said, granting me permission. I yanked my clothes out of the way and I was already pissing a stream by the time I got sat down. The sound of my peeing echoed loudly in the bathroom, and she gripped herself harder, pulling her dress up.

“Oh shit, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it” she said, panicking. I was still pissing a river, there was nothing I could do. “Spread your legs!” She shouted.

Confused, my stream sputtered and paused, and I did as I was told. She yanked her panties off, they were clearly wet, and straddled my lap on the toilet. Her pee splashed on the seat and into the toilet, coming out hard and fast. She scooted forward slightly to not pee on the floor, but that caused her pee to splash on me instead.

The feeling of her piss hitting me caused me to start going again. Here I was, peeing desperately, while my friend straddled my lap and pissed between my thighs. Her hands were on my shoulders and our movements caused her pee to spray directly onto my pussy, which was rapidly becoming soaked for a different reason. Neither of us commented on where she was peeing, but nobody moved to change it either.