Pee Desperation Fiction

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On dorm pee patrols (patrols designed to prevent people from peeing on our dorm) and in other circumstances, I have had a lot of real experiences with women peeing. However, I have often fantasized about female desperation.

Most of the women I catch peeing are already in the act - pants down, mid-stream. The women are usually surprised when I announce myself, but they finish up their business even when I continue watching. Frequently, their streams will continue for half a minute as I watch. On one occasion, I snuck up on a woman just as she started peeing. In vain she tried to stop the flow and pull up her pants, but instead ended up peeing all over herself.

Based on these experiences, I have suspected that many these woman are truly desperate and would go to great lengths to relieve themselves. I have fantasized about the circumstances that have put them into this position, and how they might interact with me on the pee patrols. I never have and never will act on these feelings. Here is one of my fictional stories:

Karen leaves the party across from our dorm with just one thought on her mind - relieving her bladder needs without pissing her jeans. Karen had been partying for the last 3 hours with her friends and for the last hour and a half was at the "Grind Party" - an annual raunchy party with drinks and a dance floor where grinding is encouraged. Karen had not been to the bathroom that evening, but was not worried since there appeared to be no lines for the 2 porta-potties at the party. After several drinks Karen needed to pee but was waiting as long as she could to not break the seal. She knew that once she went that she would be visiting the bathroom every 20 minutes. She was by no means shy, but wanted to make a good impression with Chris, the guy she dated a couple times and one of the people she was with that night. Things were going well between Chris and Karen. Their first date ended with Chris getting to third base.

True to the theme of the party, Chris and Karen were grinding. Karen enjoyed it at first but soon she was very uncomfortable. She was experiencing the strange sensation of arousal as Chris's hard penis rubbed against her ass and groin, but at the same time she was in extreme agony as every gyration exacerbated her need to pee. As Chris pulled her close to him, her bladder twinged in ecstasy she released a small spurt of pee. Leaking was not too unusual for Karen when she was desperate, but she knew she needed to get to a toilet -- fast.

Somewhat embarrassed at the urgency, she excused herself midsong. "I'll be back". She exited the common area with the dance floor and went out front to the porta potties. Still no line. She sighed in relief. Heading straight across the lawn she walked hurriedly. She opened the door and to her horror found why there were no lines. The whole handicapped size porta potties were filled with crap, vomit, and urine with almost none of it even close to the toilet. Piles of toilet tissue were scattered across the toilet with of course no toilet paper left. Even in this state, she could not bring herself to use it.

Stepping back for a second she considered going back into the party to ask her friends, but she was in no state to waste any time. Taking matters into her own hands, she left the party in search of a place to pee. She was overtaken with the feeling of extreme desperation. As she walked across the quad, a small spurt came out. To her horror there was a small dime sized spot on the crotch of her jeans. If she could contain it at this point, no one would notice, she assured herself. She walked across the quad and surveyed any spot she could pee. In her desperation, anything could work. The dorm across the way had a thicker hedge with lower lighting. She seized on this observation and with quick but small steps, with her thighs held tight walked toward her point of relief.

Tasting the sweet relief she walked a third of the way down the hedge, pushed away the branches and situated herself a few feet away from the edge of the dorm. With great anticipation she unbuttoned her jeans. Quickly she pulled her jeans and underwear down to her knees. Just as she began to squat to pee, she heard a voice call to her: "what do you think you are doing!". In horror and agony she stood up and hurriedly pulled up her jeans. "You can't pee here", I say.

"Please. I'm desperate", she says while squatting slightly to show her desperation. "I'll do anything just to pee here". "Anything?", I reply mischievously. "OK. What if you let me just touch you just a little bit." "Excuse me?", Karen replies. "I finger you just a little bit and you can pee. I'll just leave."

"Fuck off," Karen replies. Who the fuck was this pervert. Why the hell would she let a random stranger touch her. As she was thinking about this, a wave of desperation overcame her and a squirt of pee flowed from her crotch. A new wet spot appeared, this time the size of a quarter. It was clear from her quick gasp and body language that she just leaked. The liquid from that evening and her sense of anticipation were getting too much of her. "Fuck this. I'm not going to piss myself here. I'm going to fuck Chris tonight, and if I come back with soaked pants, it is not going to happen."

"It's fuckin you want?" I reply, "then give me a chance to show you just with my fingers what I can do to make you feel amazing."

As she mulls this over, she doesn't say anything. I take this as an invitation. I slowly reach my hand down her stomach and plant it into her pants. I give her a squeeze. Her button is already undone so I can easily move my hands around. I stand behind her and slowly caress her. Karen shivers with excitement.

Like before, Karen feels the strange combination of eroticism and desperation, but this time, her arousal wins. All of a sudden her desperation doesn't matter at all and she just gives in to my fingering. Rythmically rubbing against me, she whispers: "oh yeah". I continue to massage her. Her moans grow more emphatic, until she orgasms. As she climaxes, the moans are accompanied by long spurts of pee flowing out of her through my hand and down her legs.

A few seconds later, she has realized what she has done. Looking down at her pee drenched pants, she turned bright. "Oh my god", she gasps. "I can't believe I just did that! Any of that! I can't go back to the party like this."

"Don't worry," I assure her. "Come to my room. I'll wash your pants. You'll be good to go in an hour". "Oh no. I'm not going anywhere like this. I would rather hide in this bush all night than be the b*tch who pissed herself," she retorts. "Wait here -- I know a way no one will see you". I run around to my room on that wall of the dorm, open the window, and whisper "Psst. Over here". Karen comes and climbs through the window at my beckoning. Once inside, I close the window and shade.

"I'll do these clothes right now, the laundry is just down the hall", I explain."Let's just get these wet clothes off of you". She hesitates.I come behind her and pull down her pants and underwear. As they get caught around her knees, I come around the front and with my face in her crotch, pull them the rest of the way down to her ankles. She kicks them the rest of the way off. I pick them up off the floor, place them in my hamper and walk down the hall.

When I return, Karen is lying on my bed, naked from the waste down, in a provocative pose. "I didn't get your name", she says. "Greg", I reply. "And you?", I ask. "Karen".

"Greg, we have half an hour before the laundry is switched. Want to try something more than fingering." With that, she lies all the way back on the bed. I accept her invitation, and straddle her. Our lips meet. One thing leads to another and before I know it, we are engaged in passionate sex.

After that night, we continue to have a casual relationship. On occasion, she randomly comes to my door from a nearby party needing to pee. She comes in, I watch, and to thank me for saving her from embarrassment, we do it.