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Kinktober Day 29
As you went about your day as normal, doing random things such as studying and whatnot, strong urges for sex accumulated throughout the day, you could tell you had started your ovulation process. At the end of the day, as you lie in bed when everyone is asleep and you’re finally alone. You took freedom giving in to those urges; going to pleasure yourself. Although it felt nice it probably wasn't as good as actual sex would be. It's not like you wanted to lose your virginity, but it'd be nice to have the opportunity.
Going to sleep after pleasing yourself, you slept soundly. Once you woke up in the morning getting ready for school, you were still as horny as one can be. Not having the time to masturbate you decided to try another method. Omorashi. Omorashi is where one may experience sexual arousal, stemming from having a full bladder, or possibly wetting oneself. As you left on your way to school; bringing several water bottles with you, to start your need for the bathroom.
Drinking one while on the bus ride to school didn't do much. While you were already in the second class, you could feel the bathroom coming up in the back of your head. It wasn't a strong desire just yet. As you got through your third water bottle, the feeling came back stronger. You could sense your bladder starting to fill. Sitting through the fourth class, it did feel good when you squeezed your thighs together, closing the space in between.
Going to lunch is when you really feel the pit in your stomach from holding in all day. You only had a few classes left and wanted to sit through those with ease. The method was really working as you felt satisfaction throughout the school day. Finally deciding you have had enough, you chose to go after lunch, which was your trigonometry class. The teacher wasn't necessarily mean; he was more blunt, if anything.
Finally going to the class asking harshly as your bladder was full of unwanted pee. You went to your teacher's desk.
“Mister?” Your voice is shaky as you try not to draw too much attention to yourself when other students enter the room. “May I use the restroom?”
Your teacher Masato, his voice was flat, as he gave a blank expression.
“Didn’t you use it at break?”
“…uh no, I didn’t need to go then.” Lying through your teeth, as you knew you grew greedy and enjoyed the feel of not releasing. You were sure he was gonna let you go, you weren’t one to cause trouble; you stayed to yourself although you sat in the front.
“I’m sorry to inform you, but we have a quiz. I'm afraid you're going to have to hold it.” A quiz? Hold it? As if you weren't holding it in all day, the thought of a quiz totally left your mind. Panic settling in.
“…ok.”
You sucked your teeth holding back the unhelpful thoughts at the moment. Whilst going to your seat. Sitting down you inspected your teacher's face, as he gave off a sense of smugness. Regardless he might have had the same neutral, bland facial expression he always did. Maybe your bladder was getting to your head.
As he gave out the scan trons you looked up at him, hovering over your desk with a face of irked seriousness. You could see how his small lips clenched his jaw tight.
“Pass this back please.” Handing you the papers to give to your classmates behind, with a small irritated smile you comply.
Minutes have passed and you were already so full, barely being able to focus on the quiz; focused on not spilling out. Looking around for anything to help take your mind somewhere else, your eyes stop on your teacher. His face looked so relaxed as he graded other assignments, your eyes loaded with envy. Squeezing your thighs together, the sensation of no release was still pleasing. You tried bouncing your foot up to help ease stress, but doing so only made it worse. Biting your bottom lip looking to see if anyone noticed the panic surging within you. His voice appears once again after clearing his throat.
“Eyes on your own paper.”
The words alarming you, your eyes wide and confused. You looked to your teacher straight ahead, as he confirmed his words.
“Yes, you.”
Taking this chance since his attention was already on you, asking once again rushed but trying to sound as innocent as possible.
“Um, mister can I please go to the bathroom?” A few milliseconds pass as hope draws inside, he might say ye-
“No.”
No? What do you mean no? Your heart is fluttering more and more as your face shudders with anguish.
“You can go after you've finished. Now please stop disrupting.”
Rocking your hips back in forth, it was starting to feel painful. Your toes curled as you wondered why he kept denying you, this has to be illegal right? The desire for sex grew stronger, dirty thoughts clouding your mind. You thought about what it was like to have real sex, if your teachers ever had sex, what he was like during sex, and what kinks he had. Inspecting his face looks like he'd a top, maybe he's into finger sucking or wax play. Either way, he doesn't seem like the type to last very long.
Your bladder on the edge of bursting, you completely disregard your quiz carrying deep in your thoughts, fantasizing about your teacher. What it'd be like to have sex with him, once again squeezing your thighs, grinding slowly in your chair. You imagined him under you, as you rocked your hips on top, just thinking about him losing control of his legs out of satisfaction, his small lips trailing down your body, or- OH! Better yet, what it feels like to go in his mouth. All that restricting he did to you, then him drinking it up, you not having to hold it anymore, and just letting go.
The sound of a student in shock, screaming at you, cutting into your fantasizing, you look over at them. They were pointing at you not just you, but your skirt. Immediately looking down you thought you felt a bit of trickling but turns out you released for real. It wasn't just your daydreaming. The feeling was unimaginably amazing, you gave in to it, you could feel how your piss; hot from holding it in, felt going down your legs and drenching your hands. Feeling a puddle of pee under you, you kept your head down as it kept coming out.
The complacent expression falling from your teacher’s face, and immediately showing hysteria at the sight before him -The other students surrounding you standing up from their seats, your face full of pleasure, with your hands between your thighs. It was all so hectic and exciting.
Your eyes open at the sound of his breath stammering, whilst he figures out quickly what to do. Glancing at his face, a small smile appears -not only at your release, but at the fact that he was watching, panicking.
You’re the one who caused this.
Your stream finally stops and you’re now filled with embarrassment, looking around to see your classmates in utter disgust. A cleaning staff member came in with his cart, which was filled with cleaning supplies.
Your teacher's voice was firm and aspirated now that he calmed down. “Uhm…(y/n) please stand here.”
Waving you over as you stood up a few drops falling from your thighs, walking over to him. Your underwear was fully drenched in pee, whilst your head was aimed down at the floor not wanting to look at the judging teenagers behind you. Your eyes are looking in front of you, still having your head down, your hair slightly covering your vision. You could see the annoyance shun across his face.
“Go to the restroom and clean yourself up. Once you're done get pants from the head office.”
As you walked to leave the room, you could feel tears forming at your greed, regretting not going at lunch.
Turning slightly to bow in confirmation, your throat was tight. Leaving once the staff member started to clean your seat. Going on throughout the day -people staring you down, you definitely knew they heard about what happened. by the time you arrived home, you were already out of it. Lying in bed to finally sleep you think about the days events and what tomorrow would be like. And although it was extremely embarrassing, you also learned something about yourself.