Holding pee until I can’t hold any longer! Piss and cum on self

Title: “The Desperate Plasher: A Tale of processors and Desires”

Meet Jill. She’s your average 24-year-old working girl, but with a naughty secret. You see, Jill has always been fascinated by the taboo thrill of public urination. The idea of relieving herself in front of others, or even just the thought of holding it in until she can’t take it anymore, sends shivers down her spine and a tingle between her legs.

One particularly hot afternoon, Jill decides to indulge her darkest fantasy. She complain from work early, her bladder already sloshing uncomfortably from hours of denying herself the bathroom. She walks to a nearby park, eyes darting around to see if anyone’s watching.

Picking a secluded spot behind a large oak tree, Jill slowly lifts her skirt and tugs her panties down. The relief as she begins to pee is intense, and she can’t help but moan softly. The warm stream splatters onto the ground, leaving a noticeable dark patch on the grass. Jill sighs in satisfaction, feeling a rush of excitement from her public indiscretion.

But she’s not done yet. Leaning back against the tree trunk, Jill slips a hand into her jacket pocket and pulls out her favorite vibrator. As the toy buzzes to life, she parts her legs further, teasing her already sensitive clit. The contrast of the rough bark against her back and the smooth silicone barrel on her aching sex is delicious.

She imagines someone walking by, catching a glimpse of her self-pleasure session. The thought makes her clench her jaw to stop herself from crying out. Her free hand rubs circles on her lower abdomen, massaging her swollen bladder. She wants this moment to last forever – the taboo, the desperation, the forbidden pleasure of it all.

Just then, she hears the rustling of leaves from the footpath. Panicked, Jill snatches her vibrator out and quickly pulls up her panties and skirt, trying not to seem too frantic. She’s already planning her next move.

In the bathroom at home, Jill locks the door and hops in the shower, still fully clothed. The hot water is bracing as it soaks through her dress, plastering it to her curves. She reaches for the loofah, squeezing a liberal amount of body wash onto it. The fragrance is heady and intoxicating.

Starting at her collar bone, Jill begins to run lathered hands over her body almost roughly, towards her aching core. Her movements are desperate, urgent, as she trails lower. She imagines the voyeur from outside the treehouse peeking through the venetian blinds, watching her in secret, getting off on her surrender to her carnal urges.

Her fingers find her swollen nub and she bites back a scream, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Jill grinds herself onto her fingers as the vibrator hovers over her breast, the buzz creating delicious friction on her sensitive nipple.

She feels the building pressure in her pelvis, knowing she’ll come undone any second. But Jill takes it a step further. She turns up the powerful shower jets and aims them directly at her crotch. The unexpectedly harsh water pressure combined with her own relentless movements has her crashing over the edge within seconds.

As her body shakes with the force of her orgasm, Jill directs a burst of urine to mix with her copious juices. The sensation of warm liquid escaping this way sends her mind spinning with the last waves of ecstasy. She gasps for breath, her skin flushed pink.

Wiping herself down perfunctorily, Jill sheds her wet clothes and towels off. She catches a glimpse of her wrecked but satiated expression in the foggy bathroom mirror and has to smile. Countless sexual encounters later, she’s still getting high off the all-consuming rush of public urination erotica. Until next time, she thinks to herself. Until next time.