A Night of Desperate Ladies
"How about a beer bottle?"
"Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to pee into that? Then opening is tiny!"
"I've seen it done before. The hole you pee out of is smaller than that, I'm sure you can figure it out."
"Fine, whatever. I'll try but I can't promise anything."
"OK, I can deal with that. To start with, I need you to lose the clothes."
She is down to nothing in a flash, with a hand buried between her legs. You look around, finding the smallest bottle you can find. After a short while, you find the 250 mL bottle you were looking for.
"OK, here's the bottle. You can fill this up once, as long as you don't spill too much."
She looks annoyed before she eyes it, shrugs her shoulders, and grabs it from your hand. She holds her quivering thighs apart as much as possible and reaches beneath her skit while she tries to figure out what to do. Suddenly a spasm hits and a jet of pee shoots out onto her hand.
"There it is! I felt it!" She exclaims.
She spreads her legs again, then reaches down with one hand to spread apart her dripping lips while quickly moving the bottle in place with the other. You hear a loud hiss as her urine sprays into the bottle, but quickly it fills up and she is forced to cut short her desperate relief.
"Oh no! Its full but I'm not even close to done! At least its better than before..."
Her peehole is still quivering from the effort of stopping the flow. She pauses for a few seconds before she finally stands up, a few drops of urine sloshing out as she does so. You can smell the scent of her pee strongly as she pours it into the sink. She starts walking away, leaving a mess in the kitchen
"That thing wasn't very big and I still REALLY have to pee. What can I do?"
"Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to pee into that? Then opening is tiny!"
"I've seen it done before. The hole you pee out of is smaller than that, I'm sure you can figure it out."
"Fine, whatever. I'll try but I can't promise anything."
"OK, I can deal with that. To start with, I need you to lose the clothes."
She is down to nothing in a flash, with a hand buried between her legs. You look around, finding the smallest bottle you can find. After a short while, you find the 250 mL bottle you were looking for.
"OK, here's the bottle. You can fill this up once, as long as you don't spill too much."
She looks annoyed before she eyes it, shrugs her shoulders, and grabs it from your hand. She holds her quivering thighs apart as much as possible and reaches beneath her skit while she tries to figure out what to do. Suddenly a spasm hits and a jet of pee shoots out onto her hand.
"There it is! I felt it!" She exclaims.
She spreads her legs again, then reaches down with one hand to spread apart her dripping lips while quickly moving the bottle in place with the other. You hear a loud hiss as her urine sprays into the bottle, but quickly it fills up and she is forced to cut short her desperate relief.
"Oh no! Its full but I'm not even close to done! At least its better than before..."
Her peehole is still quivering from the effort of stopping the flow. She pauses for a few seconds before she finally stands up, a few drops of urine sloshing out as she does so. You can smell the scent of her pee strongly as she pours it into the sink. She starts walking away, leaving a mess in the kitchen
"That thing wasn't very big and I still REALLY have to pee. What can I do?"