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Sam slowly awoke, sleep still in the corners. As their eyes began to take focus, he looked about, trying to get their bearings once they noticed the empty nightstand as opposes to his clutered top that usually greets him each morning. Once the unconscious, dreamy vision finally left Sam rembered the night before - a long conversation with his girlfriend about themselves and what they want and need in their relationship.
While the conversation had started innnocent with funny childhood memories, as the night progressed and the alcohol flowed the conversation changed to more intimate topics. Sam had already told Emily about his asexuality, and while not opposed to certain things to help the other get off, any intimate touching below the hips on them were off limits.
Eventually, as they finished their second bottle of wine, the alcohol became vodka as the only beverage left laying around in the almost bare apartment, Emily having just moved in. The topic continued with ways Sam would be able to help if Emily wanted to get off without having to go out and find a fuck buddy for the night. The list of kinks was not too long and thankfully nothing too averse for even Sam to walk away from.
The one that caught Sam's attention that he paid a little too much attention to was her small piss kink, sometimes coupled with diapers and desperation play. Then without much more fanfare they both headed to bed and, with a little make out and grinding, fell asleep.
With Sam now fully awake and aware, he ventured out of the small bedroom to find Emily sitting in the kitchen with two plates of eggs and bacon. Sam greeted her with a quick kiss and sat down to eat her delicious cooking.
Once the plates were scraped empty, Sam set about cleaning up while thinking of a way to bring up the topic once again to properly show his interest in some particular activities they could try.
"So about the conversation last night..." strong start Sam, "if you're still a little horny from last night, we both have the day off if you had anything you wanted to try first?" Sam continued, unsure of himself.
"You are actually, willingly, initiating a sexual encounter? For me?" Emily gasped, faux-shocked, teasing lilt to her voice for her boyfriend.
"I mean... some of those... things... sounded interesting and while I may be ace, I can still get a little horny I just don't necessarily feel the need to do anything about it. But if you need to, I'm always glad to help."
"And what in particular interested you?" During Sam's stumbling speech, Emily had stood and moved around the counter to stand behind Sam at the sink, slowly teasing her hands from his shoulders down his back to their hips.
"Not much just, you know, the piss stuff. I have a tendency to leave it until the last minute anyway so it wouldn't be that much different for me to go so far as to almost piss myself."
"It is true we have all day," Emily's hands had now slipped round to the front of Sam's top, pinning him against the counter and circling her hands up, "so we've got plenty of time to just drink and relax anyway, might as well as put it to use."
"Yeah exactly, it'll help us get more used to each other," they manged to finish their sentence before Emily's hands reached the last few millimeters to cup his unbound chest and instantly find his nipples. Sam's head falling backwards onto Emily's shoulder and a small groan escaping at the stimulation.
"Yep definitely." Suddenly dropping her hands and stepping back, Emily walked to the fridge to pull out the bottle of cold water and begin pouring full glasses to drink.
Sam finally washed the remaining dish and joined Emily at the counter, instantly picking up a cup and chugging down the contents before moving to the next one. Once both glasses where emptied, Emily refilled one and replaced the bottle back in the fridge and the remaining glass in the sink. Emily grabbed her self a couple juice packets and they ventured to lay on the sofa while they waited for the liquid to move through Sam's body.
As time passed, they managed to watch two episodes of a terrible show they had started together just to laugh at and not care if they got distracted by other things, Sam had finished his third glass half way into the second episode and occasionally still took sips from Emily's juice packets.
As the second episode ended and the third began, Sam began to feel the effect of three glasses of water and no morning piss begin to weigh down his bladder but no so much as to alert Emily. He kept it in the back of their mind so as to rememver to check when he got closer to bursting.
Time ticked on and his bladder started to feel heavier. Eventually Emily began to notice the small signs of desperation: the squeezed together legs, more frequent shifting of hips and the hand grasping on to his hoodie to stop from reaching down and making his situation obvious. Emily let him remain unaware of her awareness, now timing how long it took them to mention the pressure.
Slowly their hand reached down to stuff the edge of their hoodie between their legs to add more pressure and hold off the desperation for a little longer. It only helped for a few minutes as the pressure within his bladder kept growing and soon the struggle would become obvious. He reluctantly turned their head to Emily and began slowly caressing her thigh to get her attention.
"I don't think the couch would be the best place for this to continue at this point," Sam's hand had slipped down and was now gropping his hoodie against his light shorts covering his groin.
"You managed to hold it for longer than I thought but yes, while that would be hot, please don't ruin my new couch." She stood and began to walk to the kitchen, expecting Sam to understand and follow.
Slowly, Sam did eventually stand without leaking and stumbled his way into the kitchen, greeted by the sight of a single barstool pulled out and Emily waiting for him to sit. The cold surface helped little as the hand remained but Emily eventually pulled her own stool in front of them, joggers lowered, leaving her in her favourite lace panties and a crop top. Her horniness on display as her pants gotten wetter by the second watching her squirming boyfriend.
He constantly shifted on the seat and finally the little whimpers started, going straight to her core as her hands began to caress and pinch her inner thighs, nearing closer and closer to when she wanted her fingers.
Seeing the affect his noises had on her, Sam increased the sound now adding narration, "I've been holding for so long. It feels like I could burst at any moment. I don't know how much longer I can last sat on this chair." Which only seemed to rile her up more and her fingers finally reached her core and began to glide over her clothed pussy.
"How much longer do you think you can last? Can you wait until my first orgasm?" Emily attempted to tease, breathy and occasionly stuttering as she added pressure on her clit when Sam let out a long groan as if the vocal release would lessen his bladder's pressure.
"I don't think I can wait that long if you don't speed up. It's almost coming out now. If I shift a little now it'll come gushing." Sam was beginning to become a little embarred at the predicament he had got himself in but when he looked up at his girlfriend, the blissful look on her face as she began to increase her speed and pressure when circling her clit while staring at hands almost uselessly grasping at Sam's clothed pussy, he felt proud he'd lasted this long and was helping her feel heavenly.
Soon Emily's moans became audible and mixed with Sam's groans of pain as they both started to reach their limits and points of pleasure. As Emily's pace increased and moans grew louder, Sam let out a loud gasp as he finally began to lose control and the first spurt of piss escaped and started to soak his boxers. The gasp drew Emily's attention as she slightly slowed her pace, also one for orgasm denial to 'make the final result the best'.
"Did you just lose control? One rule, every time you release before I reach orgasm, I slow and deny myself. If you fully release before I orgasm, maybe the diaper play will start outside of intimate time." While Emily attempted to be threatening the occasional low moan she released from her own stimulation decreased its affect slightly.
Sam nodded their head in understanding but after that first release the pressure had only come back stronger and unless Emily sped up again and got closer, the diapers may have to come out, which the thought of didn't seem too bad to Sam.
After a few seconds, the whimpers returned and Emily sped up again, even quicker reaching close as her moans became more erratic with exclaims of Sam's name and how hot it was that they were so close to passing themselves in the kitchen. The praise helped Sam hold out a little longer but the pressure was too much and as Emily was on the verge of exclaiming in orgasm she was forced to slow with a another gasp escaping Sam and the smallest of dribbles escaping his shorts and rolling off the seat.
Emily began the tut at her boyfriend as the blush rose on Sam's cheeks and his whimpers no longer able to be contained with little amounts of speech, "I'm sorry. I dont think I can hold much longer. I can't add more pressure. My bladder feels so heavy."
While Emily was still intending to punish Sam if he fully pissed before her orgasm she couldn't stay rubbing up and down her pussy for too long before having to add more pressure and speed to her clit stimulation.
Just as her orgasm was reaching again, Sam began to exclaim "You're gonna have to punish me. I can't hold this any longer. I'm gonna be forced to let go."
While this should have lead to her to slowing as have saw another few dribbles leave her boyfriend's soaked shorts, she kept going, finally wanting her own release. Sam realised no matter what he did he could hold any more and just wanted the relief that would come with giving in, he grabbed the edge of his hoodie and lifted it to allow an orgasming Emily to see him fully wet himself and soak his favourite pair of boxers and patterned shorts.
At the sight of Sam's face and moans of pleasure at the release and the streams of piss escaping down the stool and creating a puddle on the hardwood below, Emily added the final amount of pleasure and speed to send her over the edge. Her legs quivering and face blissed out, she slowed down but continued to rub over her pants through the aftershocks.
They both continued to sit there taking in what had just happened and the peak pleasure they both felt and doing it together. As the piss began to cool in Sam's boxers and Emily's underpants became uncomfortably sticky with her cum they looked at each other and laughed.
"You started to fully piss before I started orgasming so guess you have to be punished."
"Yeah you'll have to punish me. But first whose gonna clean this up before you're new kitchen smells permanently like piss?"