⭒Pine⭒

Nodding as their boss talks to them as they cross their legs under their table and grab themselves, grateful they’re in the privacy of their own home and not at work right now.

A wave of desperation hits them and they suppress and whimper as to not alert their boss. They’re getting a little annoyed that their boss is still taking and that they can’t relieve themselves.

Bouncing their legs and holding themselves, they bite their lips and shift side to side in their chair as they try not to leak, but it’s not helping.

A small rivulet of pee trickles into their pants before they can cut off the flow. blushing, they stay calm and look down to see a damp spot on their chair.

They press their hands to their wet crotch and shudder, it felt good to let a little out, even if it was by accident.

A few minutes go by and it’s getting really hard from them to hold it in much longer, their boss is showing no signs of ending the conversation. They look around and spot their water bottle, perhaps they could pee into that? But it’s still full of water and would only make them more desperate.

Bouncing their legs, they decide to let some pee out into their pants so they feel better.

Looking directly at their distracted boss through the camera, they relax their muscles and let a decent flow of piss out into their pants.

It softly hisses as it soaks into their pants and chair, the feeling very noticeable with how wet and warm they now are.

Just as they’re about to tighten up their muscles and hold it all in, a strong wave of desperation hits them like a truck. Thats all the warning they have before their bladder gives way and piss hisses out loudly.

They freeze and blush as pee starts cascading off the chair like a waterfall and splatters onto the floor loudly.

Realising they can’t stop, they don’t even try to hold it in, and instead relax into the relief with a lopsided smile.

Their boss notices the sound and raises an eyebrow

“What’s that splashing sound?”

He grumbles

“Broken pipes”

And oh boy, let me tell you, this challenge was hard as shit. It felt like the time was going really slow just to spite me, I was rocking back and forth, whining to myself that it's so bad and that I have to pee. That I can't hold it much longer. I'm usually not that verbal, but since no one was around at that time, I could really just verbalize my need as much as I wanted to without fear of others listening in

At around the halfway point, I almost let a little out before instantly getting myself back under control. My whining increased tenfold, I was literally going "please please please I can't hold it I need to go." despite me being the only person in the way of my relief. I tried to block out the faucet but to no avail, I was whimpering with the effort of holding it all in

When I only had one more minute left, I started to count down the seconds until I could finally go. I was bouncing my legs and biting my lip, knowing I had no one to blame but myself for my predicament. It's the fact that I was already sitting on the toilet, pants down and bursting to go. That I was on a edge of relief but wasn't allowed to go until the clock said so

Like there's so many possibilities!!

I could tie my legs apart and have it fuck me ruthlessly while I cant get away or close my legs, having to fumble to untie my legs with shaky hands and barely any thoughts left to free myself 🫠

Or the opposite and have it fuck me so slowly that I'm squirming and whimpering for more within minutes..

Trying out every position to find what makes me shake and cry with overwhelming pleasure 😵‍💫

Oh and the omo possibilities too!!

The machine ruthlessly thrusting against my bladder from the inside while desperate..

Or again, tying my legs apart and having the machine going while I cant squirm or close my legs so all I can do is clench helplessly not to leak or ultimately completely soak myself losing it 🤭

And throwing intox into the mix..

It slowly gets harder and harder to stay in control, starting to dribble every now and then. Now you're begging him to let you go, saying that you don't want to make a mess despite feeling that tension building deep in your core, your thighs shaking. You start to get up, but he just pins your legs back, doubling down on his efforts like it's the last thing he'll ever do, and all you can do is squirm and whine helplessly.

Soon enough, another spurt escapes, and he keeps going, looking up at you with pure lust as he deliberately flicks his tongue just the right way to draw another out. You beg and protest one last time as you think you're about to lose it, but instead, a powerful orgasm rips through your whole body.

As soon as the waves subside, the urge intensifies tenfold, and you can no longer hold back. All that can be heard are your whines and moans, and the hiss of your stream splashing on the bed and his face, completely soaking the sheets.

Them trying so hard to hold it in, staying so long holding to not let go, and you making them crumble and lose all control of themself.

That's the real deal, yummy

But you don't stop, oh no, hearing the broken moans only spur you on, pounding into them harder and harder until you hear that final embarrassed squeak leave their lips as the first spurt comes out

They try so hard to stop, their muscles tightening and fluttering as much as they can but it's not enough when you're hammering into them mercilessly, small spurts turning into a stream, and a stream turning to a gush as they moan and finally relieve all that pent up pressure

They're so lost in the relief that they don't realize how close they are, their hips bucking back onto you further until suddenly they're cumming around you, the climax hitting them like a ton of bricks. You follow suit soon after, stilling your hips and burying yourself deep inside them, filling them up nice and full