Jeans Wetting Saddle Sniffing


Chapter 1: Saddle Sniffing

A very sexy girl rides a bicycle with no knickers - she hasn't washed her cunt or her arse for days - and a dirty old man sniffs the saddle and wanks on it and jets cum across the saddle and the girl comes back and sits on the cum and slides about on it working it into her arse crack and her cunt and she wanks herself to orgasm by rubbing her naked clitty on the bicycle saddle.

That was how Paula advertised what I would do.

The wet jeans sex story was similar.

I was told to wet my jeans, to piss in them; to walk around the town wearing those tight light blue jeans that I had pissed in. My knickers were sopping wet, soaked with my piss. It ran down my legs, dripping from the bottom - my bottom and the bottom of the trouser legs - running into my shoes.

My arse was wet, my cunt was wet. My knickers clung all hot to me, my wet knickers pulled up tight into my arse crack and into my cunt lips, their hot wettness massaging my clit as I walked.

I didn't know if Paula had arranged for someone to see me or to do something to me, or if it was just a passing fancy of hers - something she would just like to think about me doing: walking around the town in piss-soaked jeans and piss-soaked knickers.

Most people just gave me funny looks or just tried to ignore me. Some looked hard and puzzled, trying to work out of I really had wet myself or it was some new fashion in streaky jeans. Some sniggered.

My cunt chain was off which meant I had to do anything anybody asked or told me to do.

I wanted to piss some more as I walked. I had drunk so much before Paula had allowed me out.

I let go as I walked along. I pissed as I walked. Now there could be no doubt as the piss ran from my crotch and splashed onto the ground between my feet. The relief was glorious. The heat of my hot piss was glorious as it ran down my legs. The excitement was glorious. Now people were staring at me - some looking for the camera: perhaps this was some cunning stunt for PornTube. One or two started filming me on their mobiles. But others looked disgusted and I was now in fear of getting into trouble.

Two blokes rescued me. One said, "That is fuckin' sexy luv. You up for it?"

I nodded.

"Can I fuck you in the back of me van?"

"Yes," I said.

"Fuck me!" he said to his mate.

They more or less bundled me away into the multi storey, pretty much threw me into the back of their van, shut the door and were on me like a couple of wolves, tearing off my clothing in a hot-blooded assault.

When I was on my back naked and the first one was pulling off his trousers I pissed again, lifting my hips so that my piss jetted out of me and landed on his half-masted jeans.

"You dirty little cunt," he said. I wasn't sure if this was in admiration or if he was about to hit me for pissing on his jeans and wetting his van. I didn't mind. They could fuck me up my arse if they wanted to. Of course they could do anything they wanted to me, but I wanted them to fuck me up my arse. I was feeling dirty. Dirty, dirty, dirty.

He couldn't wait. His jeans still round his ankles he fell on me and his big cock was up and in my cunt and he was grunting away and calling me a fuckin' dirty little slut. His mate had his cock out and pushed it into my mouth saying, "Jees, suck that you dirty little cow." And the more their words demeaned me the more I liked it.

The first one pulled out and spunked all up my front and which triggered his mate to squirt spunk down my throat. Glorious. Then they sat back on their haunches and stroked me and groped me, squeezing my tits.

"Wanna give us your number, luv?" the first one said.

We all struggled back into our clothes. I sat up but straight away needed to piss again.

"I need to piss again," I said.

"Hop out," the first one said. "Piss yer jeans again."

I got out of the van, turned to face them and, legs apart, pissed for all I was worth, leaving a big warm steaming puddle on the car park floor.

"You are fuckin' dirty. You up for a gang bang with a few of me mates?"

I didn't like to say it wasn't up to me. I gave them my number and said maybe.

"We've got work to do. You be OK, luv? Can we drop you anywhere?"

"It's OK, I only live just round the corner."

"It's always the posh ones, isn't it, Dave?" And off they drove leaving me to walk wet and dirty and happy back to my flat.

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