Cassy

I am Horny As Fuck And I Need To Get Laid: a ballad for Friday

I’m not allowed to pee until you’ve emptied your bladder all over me.

I just want you to cum on my face

Is it still dry humping if I piss myself?

Are you seriously going to wet yourself? You are, aren’t you? Can’t you hold it in?

and it was so fucking hot I just needed to tell someone about it

…and all of a sudden he gasped and said “Cass, oh no, FUCK…” and thrust his hips desperately against me, not actually managing to get inside me before shooting hot cum all over my inner thighs

…until I finally managed to get his jeans undone and his throbbing cock sprung out and I moaned softly in his ear……

him pinning me up against the inside of his front door whilst I tugged at his zip, my one foot pressed to his ass trying to get him as close to me as I could, needing needing needing him deep inside me…

Aside from the pee thing, those who used to follow me on the other site might know that I also kind of have a massive thing for men who cum prematurely. It is so hot to me and I don’t even know why, but I met a guy last week for a drink and one thing led to another led to another led to…

Lie back in bed and let me straddle your hips as you relax slowly and pee all over us both

I’m going to knock on your door dressed in nothing but a coat and high heels. When you answer, I’ll make you get on your knees while I piss in your mouth so all your neighbors can see what a pathetic little piss slut you are.

I might even come in afterwards so you can make me cum before I leave.

Happy Friday, please consider making me hold my pee until I piss myself and then fucking me in my own puddle x

Tie me up in your bathroom and use me like a toilet

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A story of an accident.

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Take me for a picnic. I’ll wear that white cotton skirt that’s almost see through in the sunlight and absolutely nothing underneath, so when I have to pee I can just go and you can watch the shadow of my stream pouring out between my thighs.

“Good girl,” you breathe, as I lose control. “Make a mess for Daddy.”

My hot pee floods my panties in seconds, pouring into my pants and down my legs. Pull me closer so my warm stream cascades over you, soaking your cock as you touch yourself.

Grasping my hips, you position me exactly where you want me, and you take your hard cock out of your pants and begin to stroke it as you watch me struggle to remain in control.

“I…I…I can’t hold it,” I beg. “Please. It’s going to come out!”

A warm drop of liquid rolls down my thigh.

Then reach across and tug my pants down to mid-thigh, exposing my pale pink cotton panties.

The movement sets off a reflex that makes me shudder with effort, trying to keep it in. I’m successful, just about, but I’m nearly at the end of my control, you can tell.

Eventually, you have me as you want me: standing in front of you, my legs a little parted, my hands behind my back. My face is contorted with the effort of trying to hold back my pee.

Tell me I’m a good girl, that you can see I’m trying, that you know how bad I have to go.

You just laugh.

I’m really desperate now. My hands are in my crotch and I’m rocking back and forth.

That’s when you tell me to stand up.

I’m a good girl, so I do, although it costs me; I wince, grabbing myself even harder.

Hands behind my back, you say. I make a little noise of frustration. “But I’ll wee!”

Half an hour later, having finished my next drink too, I’m starting to fidget. “Just going to nip to the loo,” I say cheerfully, trying to get up, but you pull me back down.

“No you’re not.”

“What do you mean?” I ask. “I have to pee.”

“Hold it.”

“Do you want another drink?” I ask you, but you say no. I shrug and refill mine anyway, taking another long swig.

You wonder whether I know where this is going.

I let out a soft little sigh, rub my ass against you. “You’re making it hard to focus,” I murmur.

“Good,” you reply, and you tweak my nipple with your finger and thumb to make me yelp.

In an effort not to get distracted, I lean down for my drink and finish it in a couple of large gulps.

Picture this: you and I snuggled up together on the sofa, under a blanket, watching Netflix. Your hand lazily wandering over my body, rubbing softly against my stomach, the soft curve of my breasts. Both of us the kind of tense that means sooner or later we won’t be concentrating on the movie.