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Desperate Demands - One Shot
🕑 Added 2022-07-07 06:01:00 +0000 UTC*This story contains scenes from an imagined roleplay scenario. It contains spanking, face slapping, and some forced elements. If that is not your cup of tea, you can skip this one, but do know that the characters are consenting even within the narrative itself!
You and your partner have been together for six months, and things are going well. Really well. She’s a twenty-year-old college student but doesn’t mind you being older. In fact, it was part of the reason she took an interest in you. You met online through a kinky social media when she joined a group you were a member of. After starting the conversation, it was clear that you got along emotionally and sexually. She was perfect. Intelligent, studying acting at a school in your city, beautiful, fit and really, really kinky.
After a few weeks of online messaging, you’re meeting in person. At first, things were awkward. You became self-aware of the older man/younger woman dynamic you were displaying to the public and that, ultimately, the circumstances upon which you two met were sexual first and foremost. After the conversations started flowing, though, and things got heated, you lost that awareness and could only focus on her.
A few months into the relationship, things are starting to settle in. You’ve already explored every inch of each other's bodies, and now was the time for roleplay experimentation. Your similar interests began with the daddy dom / submissive dynamic, with things like diapers, desperation and wetting, free use, impact play and consensual non-consent play peppered within. Everything was on the table, and today, you didn’t know what to expect; you just knew you wanted her.
It’s been a long week; work is stressful, and all you can think about is the warmth of her mouth around your cock, or the wet grip of her tight pussy. When you pick her up from her college, she looks desperate too, but for something else. It’s only been a few months, but you can already tell when she’s desperate to pee. It was, after all, a part of your shared kinks; you knew what to look for, and she definitely put it on. In this case, you would later learn, she had been desperate to pee for over an hour, drinking lots and holding it to ensure when you picked her up, she could hardly wait another minute.
The drive to your place is short and quiet. You rest your hand on her thighs, and she squirms with desperation beneath them. The movement, the look on her face, and the knowledge that she could piss herself at any moment make you rock hard. You want to grab her head and put her lips to your cock right here and now in the car, but you wait, your cock trembling with anticipation and the inside of your pants getting decorated with drooling precum.
You don't waste a moment when you finally get inside. You close the door, and before she can run off to the bathroom, you grab her wrist and twist her around to face you. You push her hard against the wall, surprising her. The unexpected force allows a little piss to dribble into her pink cotton panties, but she holds on.
“Please, daddy,” she says, sounding genuinely desperate. “I really have to pee.”
‘The acting classes are paying off,’ you think, and lean in to whisper in her ear. “I don’t care what you need,” you growl. “What I need right now is your mouth on my cock.”
She looks down to the floor nervously, but you grow tired of waiting. You pull back your hand and quickly land a gentle but firm slap on her precious little cheeks. She whimpers and tears up as another dribble of piss warms her panties. Slowly, with her cheek starting to burn from the slap, she obeys and lowers herself to her knees. Your cock is visibly hard through your jeans, and you notice her performance drift at the sight of it. She can’t help but get excited, biting her lip in eager anticipation, before reaching up and starting to unbutton your pants.
You eagerly sigh, watching her legs squeeze together as tightly as possible. Every inch of willpower she has left keeps her bladder from giving out. Slowly, she lowers your jeans and your stiff, dripping cock springs out in front of her hot lips. She stares at it briefly before looking up to you, eyes wide. Your cock twitches with desperation for pleasure as her warm breath teases it.
Impatiently, you grab the back of her head and push her face into your cock. Almost automatically, she opens wide and starts to suck. She takes it deep down into her throat, barely letting herself breathe for your pleasure. Suddenly, she winces, and you know that her control is slipping. She tries to resume sucking, but you can tell she’s losing the battle, and quick spurts of pee jet out into her pants.
Unfortunately for her, you’ve had enough and furiously grab her head to take control. You push your cock to the back of her throat, forcing her to gag a little. But you don’t stop; you speed up, fucking her face hard and fast. Tears begin running down her face, and just when you’re starting to feel the urge to cum, you hear it.
Hisssssssssssssssss.
Piss erupts out of her without resistance, and a puddle immediately forms on the floor beneath her. You instantly become overwhelmed with arousal and cum furiously into her mouth. She takes it all, every hot rope of cum, while piss soaks her pants and the ground beneath her.
Finally, you finish cumming, and her bladder voids. She removes her lips from your cock, swallows the cum, and catches her breath. You look down at her, pants soaked, sitting in a piss puddle, makeup ruined from tears and drool down her chin. For a moment, you want to call a timeout and make sure she’s okay, but suddenly, she moans and looks up to you with lust in her eyes. You smirk, then continue.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” You say, continuing the scene. “How old are you?”
She doesn’t answer; she just sinks deeper into her puddle.
“You know what?” You continue. “Let’s get you into something more appropriate.” You grab her hair and pull her to the bedroom. She screams and fights because she knows what’s coming, but there’s no stopping you now. You tear off all her clothes, wet or dry, savouring her wet panties briefly before removing them and throwing her, totally nude, onto the bed.
“You promised me you wouldn’t need these,” You say as you reach into your closet for a thick, adult diaper.
“I don’t! It was just an accident! Besides, it was your fault for not letting me use the potty like a big girl!” She pleads, knowing it was the wrong thing to say. In one swift motion, you pull her over your knee; her bare legs dampened with pee. Once again, you pull back my hand and bring it firmly down on her perfect ass. Over, and over, and over. She squeals with every spank, and the tears continue to flow.
Once her butt is red and raw, you spread the diaper, place her into it and shower her in baby powder. Then, you tape her up tightly and bring her to her feet.
Finally, you break and gently cup her chin. “You okay?” You ask quietly.
She smirks, nods, and whispers, “Don’t stop.”
You re-adjust your posture, grab a short dress you picked out for her from your closet, and throw it to her.
“Put this on,” you demand. “We’re going out.”
