1. Hiding In The Woods


    Date: 10/5/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: naughtybessparker, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    thrill. I went down to the football field every Saturday from then on. I hid myself in the woods and watched those thick cocks spraying piss into the undergrowth in front of me. I became a dirty voyeur, a perverted little piss-slut who finger-fucked herself as she watched her favourite sportsmen pissing for her own private entertainment. I liked to pee as well; it felt so liberating peeing out in the woods. I’d drink lots of water and let my excretions gush out of me whenever I felt the urge. I’d soak the ground beneath my feet and dig my bare toes into the wet earth. It was disgustingly naughty and being bad made my cunt prickle. Sometimes, as a treat, I’d fuck myself with my drinks bottle, ramming it into my cunt until my orgasms rocked me one after another. Saturdays were a joy, I loved them, but about a month ago all that changed. Saturday football practice would never be the same again. The day in question started off normally enough. The footballers had their first big match of the season approaching, so training was extra-long. They were on the pitch for hours, running around, sweating and drinking gallons of water. What a delight! I’d had the pleasure of watching all of them relieve themselves in my woods over the course of the day. I brought plenty of water with me too; three litres to be precise. By late afternoon I’d peed four times simultaneously fingering myself to orgasm each time. It had been a most satisfactory day. Football practice finally drew to a close ...
    in the early evening, and the tired footballers headed back to their tiny club house to get changed. Sighing, I gathered up my belongings and prepared to go home. My entertainment was over for another day…or so I thought. Crawling out of my piss soaked hiding place, I stretched and looked around. I was alone. Perfect . Bladder nicely full, I decided to have another pee before walking home. I could do it standing out in the open now that the footballers had gone, something I’d been itching to do all day. I pulled up my skirt and opened my legs, bending my knees a little. I then licked my middle finger and inserted it into my pussy. I could bring myself to orgasm quickly if I rubbed my clit just right, and if I kept rubbing as I let my pee go, the sensations were magnified tenfold. Bladder muscles nicely relaxed, I let out a squeal as a golden shower squirted out from between my legs. It felt wonderful, especially when I began stroking my clit, masturbating to climax yet again as my pee dropped to the ground in great splashes around my feet. Umm, I loved the smell of it and the taste of it in the air. I closed my eyes as the warmth stream ran down my legs… “Shit!” What was that? My bladder muscles abruptly clamped shut as a noise disturbed me. Skin creeping, hairs standing on end, I become aware of movement behind me. A twig snapped, leaves crunched, louder crashes...much louder. Alarmed at the intrusion I pulled my skirt down and spun around. My heart leapt into my mouth at the ...
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