For me, the fascination of, and sexual foreplay from, a charwoman peeing started just three weeks ago. It's still so new and alien to me, I wanted to sit down and get my mentation on theme on how it started before some of the smaller details were lost to time.

I'm an attorney working for a large external firm. I work in San Francisco, usually logging too many minute 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 married person of the judicial proceeding department for our agency in San Francisco, it was I who was first enjoin about her net insurance policy misdemeanour. As I sat in my desk on that Thursday afternoon, I couldn't really trust my eyes as I looked at some of the printouts that Saint Mark, our IT manager, presented to me ; he told me that over the last few weeks Stacey had used her body of work computing machine to log into several grownup sites, the printouts in my deal were from her three primary sites she visited. What shocked me, and what was so unusual, was that they were all land site dealing with pee and public urination.

I'm not a prude but that is not something I see on a casual basis, much less find out out an employee is using company time and equipment to visit sites like this. I told Deutschmark he did the right matter to bring it to me and that I would handle it. I also reminded him to keep this confidential. As he rose from his chairperson opposite my desk, marking took one last flavour at the printouts in my helping hand and throw off 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 master who know her spot in the world and could handle anything thrown her way. Wearing a incisive White River business suit, the jacket buttoned over her generous bosom so that it flattered her curvature, she sat in the same chair Mark had occupied just earlier. In her thirties, she was attractive by most hoi polloi's banner with labialize curves, a full pass of wavy brunet whisker that cascaded down past her shoulders, and deep vivid brown eyes that peered at me.

My inwardness was beating pretty voiceless as I reached over and handed her the printouts. Her eyes narrowed for a minute as she studied them and then I saw the color drain from her nerve. She looked up at me with her mouthpiece 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 piddling annoyed with her initial defense. Looking back, I realize how embarrassed she must bear been but, at that bit, I just wanted her to confess and get this messiness cleaned up.

"Don't lie to me, Stacey. IT tracked you using the bureau computer to access these porn sites."

She looked down at the papers again and then I could see her eyes begin to make full up with tears.

"Am I going to be fired ?"she asked without looking up.

I cleared my pharynx."Do you have any projection that are time critical for this week ?"

She shook her head.

"Then you are suspended without pay for the balance of this workweek. Go dwelling 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 deal 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 supervisory program, much less an attorney, should take in immediately called the mind of our human resources department into my office and turned this over to initiate result. After all, she was in direct violation of company policy and Mark assured me it was her unique parole used to use the computer.

But, I hesitated. I had not worked with Stacey very much myself but I knew she was popular with the trial attorneys in the department and she had been with the house for four or five age now. I was also still in a bit of shock that soul like her would look at twisted porno like this. And, frankly, talking to the point of HR, Mrs. Peterson, was a bit like talking to a principal nun and head combined ; it was not pleasant. In shortly, I didn't want to peach to HR about this. .. at least not yet.

So, I did something that probably changed my spirit forever ; I rose and wandered down the dormitory to john Hopper's office. whoremaster was my mentor, a close ally, and the former head of the litigation department. I have worked with john for almost twenty years now. As a fourth-year litigator, he took few vitrine now. He was only 53, ten year older than me, but had decided to slacken down a bit and enjoy spirit more.

It's authoritative to live one thing about St. John -- he is a renowned lady man. Currently exclusive, he's been married three times and has a report for chasing shadower. He is much more barren about sex than I am. Married, I have remained congregation to my wife while John has had numerous affairs. He always tells me that he admires my devotion to my married woman but he is always lecturing and teasing me about opening up more with sex and having fun before it ‘ s too late.

On a clientele misstep to Las Vegas several eld ago, he took me to an all naked strip night club. Although it was fun to watch over the beautiful, and very au naturel female child, move their consistency and verbalize to us, I never got easy with the surround. John, on the former hand, made it very clear-cut he was aroused and I know he ended up screwing a sprigger later in his hotel elbow room in the wee hours of the break of the day. Several month after that, he filed for divorce from his third base 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 government agency, he was sitting behind his desk and as he perused the printouts his sass 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 interruption until Mon morning.

"What do you want to happen ?"John asked.

"flak 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 get to me ?"John asked.

"For advice, I think. To verbalize it out."

"Do you require 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 Wyrd, fucked up sexual fetish ?"

"She can't do this on the company computers and she should do it better."

John raised his hand to stop me."I completely agree. However, termination might be. .. too a great deal in this berth. How many people know about this ?"can asked, nodding at the newspaper publisher in his hand.

"Just the IT department."

"How about this -- as a member of the plank I'll take tutelage of this. I'll meet you on Monday morning time before 10:00 and let you bonk where things stand."

It was out of my manpower, 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 spot I passed a janitor coming from the master conference room who was shaking his head. I was behind my desk for only about 20 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 gasbag. It contained a CD. I looked up at John and raised my eyebrows.

"Stacey is not fired,"John said."She will be reporting to mould this morning as usual. I told her not to come see you this morning. I will verbalize to IT about monitoring her future computer approach but she has assured me that her behavior will immediately meliorate 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 nous. You just might find out it interesting."He winked and walked out.

I put the CD into my computer. The motion picture histrion opened and the video recording started with the tv camera focused on Stacey sitting in an ordinary patio chairperson in a backyard that I did not recognize. She was wearing jean shorts that showed off her long shapely leg and a blouse that flattered her large breasts. Her leg were pressed tightly together with her ankle joint crossed in front of her. She wore afford toed sandals. Stacey looked directly into the camera with her lips pressed tightly together.

"Do we give birth an agreement ?"I heard John's voice ask off camera.

One of her animal foot began to twitch before she answered in a pixilated, soft voice.

"Yes."

I looked at the engagement and time stamp on the picture. This was shot on Friday at 4:02 p.m.

"What do you want to severalise me ?"john asked.

"I broke ship's company insurance by using my data processor to look at crock 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 conceive 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 differentiate 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 go on looking at this dirty word on a work reckoner ?"

"No, sir."

"Do you understand that if you do you'll be fired ?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you like to withstand your pee on purpose for a foresightful time"?

At this inquiry, my mouth dropped give a small. A TV taped confession, while it might raise some way out of coercion or duress, made sense ; she couldn't later refuse accessing the web site. But, John's interrogation made me both uncomfortable and, for reasons I can not even begin to understand or explain, I began to feel aroused. .. probably because I knew she had looked at pornographic website along these lines and I was immediately fascinated to have it off if this appealed to her or even aroused her.

Stacey dropped her gaze away from the photographic camera and she fixated on the basis in figurehead of her.

"Yes, sir,"she whispered.

"why ?"

She squirmed in her tail end, her regard 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 broad in me and then when I pee like that. .. the exit feels. .. very good."

I was suddenly aware that my stopcock was getting hard listening to her confess this to John and the camera.

"You like how it feels ?"

"Yes,"she said, her breathing getting sluggish and deeper.

"Are you a bad fille ?"

She didn ‘ t solution for several longsighted meter 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 effective 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 former than a can ?"

"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 to the full is your vesica ?"

She paused for a few beats."Full."

"Do you want to release that atmospheric pressure ?"

She nodded her head slowly.

"I can't get word you."

"I want to pee, yes,"she finally said.

"issue off your shorts."

She blinked a few times and her mouth opened slightly.

"I'm not that eccentric of missy,"she said softly.

"Yes you are. In fact, I bet you want desperately to spend a penny and you want me to keep an eye on 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 spell, her custody moved for the button on her denim shorts. She undid the buttons, stood, and wiggled out of them, letting them fall to the cement patio while she kept her pegleg pressed together as best she could. She wasn't wearing any underclothes and, in response, my cock began to throb. She let the boxers drop curtain 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 wide thought of her pussy lip, the tomentum trimmed away except for the top plot of ground 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 whoremaster, and I could see her teat pushing against the fabric of her blouse. .. she was clearly not wearing a bra. .. and her ventilation 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 president and offering for persuasion her open pussy, which was clearly moist, the lips beginning to swell with blood.

"Do you have to micturate ?"

She swallowed hard, her optic closed.

"Yes,"she whispered.

"tinge your clit."

Her hand, shaking slightly, reached for her exposed button and she lightly ran a digit over it.

"You're going to pee on tv 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 take up pulsing in my gasp. I could feel pre-cum kickoff to leak into my boxers.

"I have to go now,"Stacey said, her voice serenity between her deep breathing.

"Piss for me."I could hear John's voice catch as the discussion came out.

Stacey kept her eye shut but her fingers picked up speed over her clit for a few s and then she stopped and a trickle of pee began to seep from her kitty-cat lips and cliff onto the cement below her hot seat. After a few seconds the trickle picked up personnel and a flow began to develop and curve away from her puss until it was a entire pelter of piss hissing out like it was live as it poured from her body.

I stared transfixed and completely turned on as I watched Stacey moan slightly in mid-pee, her fingerbreadth pulling at the top of her pussy so that the stream moved a little back-and-forth. It looked like she was enjoying the press release as her jaw went drop-off. It looked exactly like she was cumming as the piss continued to decant from her puss. She kept that strong flow pulsing for what seemed like a wide arcminute before the stream began to subside finally until it fell to a trickle and then vanished as quickly as it started. A huge pool of urinate sat before her. She opened her eyes, blinking a few times, and looked at the camera.

I almost came in my drawers at that present moment. I had never seen a fille pee like that, especially not so that her piddle guessing 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 death chair and pump that twat right after she peed.

I ran my bridge player down over my trouser and felt how hard I was. My breathing was coming in brusque gasps as I tried to regain my composure.

"trade good, girl."John the Divine said on tv camera."You agree that you need more disciplining to hit up for breaching the company policy, right ?"

"Yes, sir,"Stacey answered. Right after her answer, John must sustain switched off the tv camera because the scene abruptly ended.

It immediately picked up again. This clip the particular date and clip cast showed it was Sabbatum Nox at 11:32 p.m. The camera slant at first focused in tight on Stacey, who was standing and wearing her white suit, the Same one she wore when I final spoke with her, but she did not induce her jacket on, only the gasp, blouse and eminent blackguard. The camera then panned back and showed that she was standing in the firm's main conference room next to its declamatory burnt sienna conference table. The table is big enough to sit 30 people.

Stacey looked at the camera, which panned back at her focusing the scene on her trunk and face.

"Have you ever been in her before ?"St. John asked off camera.

She looked around slowly and then faced the tv camera again."of trend,"she said.

"Have you ever pissed in here before ?"

She laughed, an leisurely smile coming to her face and then a real chortle 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 manus across her low-toned venter and smiled."Very badly."

"Get on the table."

Stacey looked to her side and then put her hands on the large conference board. 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-pitched heels clicking on the polished forest. At the eye, she wheeled and faced the camera again.

She looked exactly as she did during working 60 minutes, 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 board ?"she asked.

"I want you to spray your piss all over this table and bask it."

She smiled and then squatted down until her ass was just inches above the table.

"Oh, I am so going to relish this,"Stacey said quietly. She reached a handwriting down between her peg 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 trunk."I don't think I can hold it at all and there's no toilet in here."

"Are you going to accept off your pants ?"

Stacey pouted for a second, still rubbing her slit."Do I have to ?"she asked ?

"No."

"commodity. I want to finger how hot and wet I can make myself."

Her hand kept moving rhythmically over her twat, with her ass just inches from the top of the polished sepia.

"I hope I don't make a mountain,"she whispered, still watching her hand."But, it will feel so in force to relieve myself."

My hand went down to my knickers and I undid my belt. I undo my trousers and my hands went to my dick as I watched one of my legal assistant rubbing her pussy on our group discussion tabular array.

"I'm going to love the feeling of my hot pee against my body,"she whispered, still rubbing and watching her handwriting movement 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 tabular array, 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 material body on her work drawers, staining them dark between her legs over her pussy, and it suddenly spread and dig spider veins of dark lines across the front man of her trousers. A humble drip of pee gathered intensity level 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 Andrew D. White quagmire. Stacey closed her eyes, moaning, and I watched mesmerized as a huge puddle of piss formed beneath her torso as it splashed through her study pants. The puddle began to run in both centering and started trickling off the table onto the carpet.

I came at that moment, a vast glob of cum landing on my trousers as I watched Stacey spraying her hot piss through her wooing onto the main group discussion 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 trouser before she stood up. The presence of her pants had a Brobdingnagian shadow wet stain across the genitalia with random streaks angling down both ramification and over her second joint. She turned her body so that the tv camera could entrance her butt, which was also dark and stained with piss on both boldness and some up her butt crack.

Stacey turned back towards the camera.

"How was that, sir ?"she asked.

"Very right. Are you a pee trollop ?"

"I am, sir."

"Are you going to do that again anywhere in this office without my permit ?"

"No, sir."

"Have you learned your example ?"

"Yes, sir."

"payoff off your pants."

Stacey unbuttoned her slacks without reluctance and peeled them off her soundbox while standing on the table.

"How wet are your panties ?"

Stacey ran her hand over his bikini step-in, pushing the heel against her pussy lips.

"Oh, God, that feeling good,"she moaned."It's so wet and still so warm."

"Do you need me to use my natural language to clean you up, piss slut ?"

Stacey's rima oris fell open and her manus started to rub even faster across her pussy.

"God, please,"she barely croaked out.

"takings off your panties."

Stacey's breathing became even harder as she pulled her soaked scanty away from her body.

"Lie down, piss slut."

Stacey went to the edge of the mesa and sat down on the edge, and then laid back, spreading her wooden leg. She was prone on the conference board as she pulled her knees back lying following to the pool of water she had just sprayed.

"Oh, God,"Stacey moaned, as her hand went down between her legs.

And, with that, the sieve suddenly went moody and the magazine ended.

I stared at the screen for a few minute, breathing hard, trying to collect my persuasion and feeling my erecting subside now that the appearance was over. I stood after a present moment and got some tissue and started cleaning up, knowing I would have to go rest home and change my suit.

As I write this now, three workweek later, I know it's a adept thing I don't work directly with Stacey or else I would probably ingest a hard meter getting anything done. Moreover, I don't want to jeopardize my marriage and I don't see how I would not take in wanted to fuck her or at least try to use my knowledge of what she liked to make her aroused. Since that Monday daybreak three weeks ago, I have stayed away from her, only once seeing her in passing in the hall, and we both looked away from each former.

I'm pretty trusted she has no idea that John gave me the CD or she might be even more mortified. .. or perhaps turned on. .. I just don't know.

When I saw John again later that day, and during the rest of the calendar week, I pretended not to have watched the video at all.

I'm indisputable 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 engagement of writing this land, I haven't yet found out for certainly all of the contingent. I will soon when we go on our next league to Vegas in a month. .. I'm sure then I'll ask him how many time he fucked her and get the full-of-the-moon version of events ; Gospel According to John with some whiskey in him is prone to gibber. Without a question, John will also know how turned on I am by cleaning woman peeing. But, that doesn't affair because it's obvious privy likes it, too.

I'm also going to encounter out if he's made Stacey piss again in our position, or anywhere else, for that matter. I'll get the information soon enough, I'm sure.

In the meantime, this installment suddenly made me a vast fan of young woman who like to hold their water, who enjoy pissing because it feels good, and who get aroused doing it.

cobbler's last hebdomad I brought this up for the first off time with my married woman. I was beginning to feel out-and-out despair to go through something like this with a woman and she ‘ s the solitary girl for me. Her reply shocked the hell out of me and, when I have some more clock time, I'll get all of that down on newspaper publisher, too .