Posted by Tyler on December 26, 2010 at 01:29 [96.251.79.193]
ALEX & LIZA
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Alex sat in a lawnchair in his backyard.
He held his cell phone open in his lap. He absently tapped the phone with his finger.
He bounced his leg like a hyperactive kid in a classroom.
He scrolled through the last five text messages he'd received:
From: Liza
Oh no! I'm in traffic!
Dec 23, 4:29 PM
From: Liza
I have to pee so bad! What am I going to to do?
Dec 23, 4:31 PM
From: Liza
I put a towel under my seat just in case...
Dec 23, 4:37 PM
From: Liza
Oh God
Dec 23, 4:44 PM
From: Liza
Oh my God
Dec 23, 4:45 PM
He saw her Acura round the corner of his street and he approached the curb holding a blanket.
She pulled to a stop and looked at him through the passenger side window. Her face was a mask of shame...but Alex could see through the mask to the excitement that lay behind it.
"I had an accident," she said. "I peed..."
"How much?"
"Less than half. I still really have to go." Then, adopting the voice of a helpless five year old, she said: "How will I get inside?"
"Let's go quickly," Alex said. He took her out of the car and dropped the balnket over her shoulders and took the towel from the seat. She walked stiffly as he guided her to the door of his apartment.
Once she stood in his living room, he dropped the blanket and afforded himself a full look. She was dressed conservatively - like a paralegal on her day off, which is what she was - and had wet her expensive-looking capri khakis. Her cute little butt was straining tight against the wet fabric she'd been sitting on, and the wettness continued halfway down both thighs.
Alex turned to her. "How do you feel about what you've done?"
In a trembling voice, Liza replied, "I'm so sorry sir."
Alex slapped her thigh and gripped her hair. "So sorry for what?"
"I'm so sorry I went to the bathroom in my pants. May I please use the toilet now, sir?"
"You need to be punished for this. You'll do exactly what I say."
In about a minute Liza's pants and panties were off and she lay on a changing mat in the middle of Alex's bed. He'd stuck a bottle in her mouth - diluted white wine - and she drank it steadily while Alex wiped his girlfriend clean. Then, softly, he pursed his lips and blew air between her legs. Liza sighed, not removing the bottle from her mouth.
Alex went to work on her with his hands and tongue and soon Liza's mask of shame had broken into red-faced, moaning ecstasy. As she lay there trembling from her orgasm Alex quickly powdered her and then diapered her - a tight disposable followed by plastic pants and then pajama bottoms. Satisfied, Alex rolled her over to one side of the bed where she squirmed into a coital position - pressing her thighs together, smothering her throbbing pubis in tight thick dry padding - and trembled through a small aftershock of an orgasm. Alex disposed of the changing mat and then stood above her stroking her hair.
She said: "I already have to go so bad."
Alex removed her work shirt, her bra. He lay back in bed against the wall and pulled the squirming girl flat over his lap. He smacked her diapered ass.
"This is your punishment. This is what you get for wetting your pants like a little girl."
"Yes sir! I'm sorry sir! Yes sir!"
He slapped her harder, on both thighs. The spanking was her kink, not his. Pain did not do much for him. But the loss of control - now that was something they had common ground on.
He smacked her on her padded ass as hard as he could. "And what's worst is you were texting and driving at the same time? Do you know how" - SMACK - "dangerous that is? Naughty, bad little girl!"
Alex sat her in his lap. They made out for awhile. Liza was a little blonde cutie, with shortish hair, great for gripping. Alex was tall and sinewy-strong, with large, beautiful hands.
Alex played with her tits while he fed her bottle after bottle of diluted wine in between tongue kisses. It was obvious now that she really did need to go to the bathroom. He felt her her heart and breath rate increase. Soon she couldn't sit still and jumped from his lap so she could pace the room, at times bending over clutching between her legs, in desperate need to release her pee.
"Oh please...daddy please...I really can't hold it..."
He sat in an armchair watching her walk up and down.
"Please don't make me do this, I'll be good...Sir I'll be good."
She landed on her knees at his feet, and found his cock through his jeans. She'd entered the phase of desperation where she couldn't think straight or focus on any one idea for too long. But her hand gave his cock one squeeze after another as she said the words: "I can't hold it I can't hold it I can't hold it - "
Then her hand squeezed, and did not stop squeezing. Liza looked up at Alex with the eyes of a three-year old, completely helpless.
Alex said, "Are you wetting yourself?"
Liza nodded.
"How about now? Is it still coming out?"
Liza nodded again sheepishly. Alex's eyes went to her crotch. She was on her knees, so he surmised the wet would collect in the front.
"Tell me when you're finished."
Fifteen seconds went by and then Liza looked up.
He walked and stood behind her. He placed a hand on her hair and stroked it. "You're a good girl," he said. "You're taking your punishment very well."
"I have to go more, Sir."
He reached down and pushed against the front of the diaper, where most of the wet had collected. She moaned as warmth exploded around her clit. Keeping his hand on her crotch he guided her to a standing position.
From behind, Alex placed a hand on her right breast. Liza took a deep breath, then stammered, "I'm going, I'm going more". And then Alex kissed her over her shoulder as she finished releasing.
Liza turned and melted into him. Her kisses were more focused on him now. She was feeling hot, oiled, dirty and devious. It was time for her to make him feel good. He sensed her urgency and pushed her toward the bedroom. He watched her waddle over. She stood before the bed, unsure, waiting to be told what to do.
"Stay right where you're standing," he said.
He placed a hard chair in the corner of the room and then lay back in bed.
"Come onto the bed and straddle me."
Alex took off his pants and guided her diapered butt down onto his throbbing dick. She squealed as his hardness squished the diaper against her. He gripped her ass and rocked her back and forth along the length of his cock. Liza's squeals began to turn to moans. She could feel that the wetness in the diaper was spreading out from between her legs to reach her upper ass cheeks and her upper pubic hair. "My diaper...is completely....pissed....." she said in between breaths of air.
Alex was ready to let this beautiful submissive girl bring him to his own climax. He picked her up and sat her hard in the wooden chair. She froze at the impact, her eyes snapping wide open, paralyzed by the sensation. Though she didn't know it, what she had felt was the diaper burst and leak into the plastic pants. From her hips to her thighs she felt like she was under warm water. But not a drop was leaking through to her pajamas.
Before she could even attempt to shift and test her comfort options, Alex stood before her and presented her with his cock.
Liza couldn't remember ever seeing such a beautiful thing. She used both hands and her mouth, sucking and swirling and pulling and twisting. All the while Alex, with one hand gripping her hair and the other alternating between her shoulder and breasts, ground her tight little body harder and harder into her befouled diaper.
Then she paused and looked up at him. Continuing to stroke him, she kissed the front of his dick, and then said, "I'm peeing more" before lazily engulfing him again with her mouth.
He let go of her hair and reached to grip the hard chair's back as he shuddered, hunched forward, and came.
The couple went into sexual intermission. Near delirious, he picked her up from the chair and lay her down in the bed and spooned her from behind. They lay there in silence. But it was not that long before he was touching her between her legs, pressing the tight hot wetness against her clit, and then her hands were joining his, and soon after she came hard into her sopping diaper, her eyes squinting, her hair now plastered to part of her forehead in sweat. And soon Alex was hard again - with vanilla girlfriends he was a once-a day guy, but with partners like Liza there seemed to be no limit. So he offered his girl a shower, and inside he cleaned her up, then drilled her hard against the side of the shower, warm water cascading over them, then cleaned her up again.
They snuggled into bed. It was hard to find a movie from his collection that they both wanted to watch. Their tastes were different. Alex even suspected - and he dared not pursue finding the truth here - that Liza was a Republican. He suspected that maybe her family had some influence on her there. He really didn't know. Normally, when you meet someone, their sexual deviances were the last thing you discovered. But in meeting Liza online, their sexual secrets were the first thing...and, Alex was coming to suspect (though he hoped it wasn't true), possibly the only thing. They settled on The Princess Bride.
About an hour in, Alex drifted off. He woke to find Liza gathering her things.
"You don't want to stay?"
"This way I won't have to fight traffic in a few hours."
"Right. We know how dangerous traffic can be."
"Hah. Right."
"You sure you don't want to stay? You're really welcome."
"No, thanks, but no."
"That was fun."
"That was *incredible*," she said, and advanced on him and kissed him long and deep, but they both had morning-mouth, and he could tell her mind was already out the door.
"Thursday?" she suggested.
"Thursday's good," Alex said.
She left him hard, alone, the smell of her in his bed. At least he had Liza. But something was holding her back - she clearly loved the play, but didn't ever want to do anything but play. On their first or second dates, Alex had heard her adult voice. But now she never bothered using it at all, except in quick exchanges like this. Whenever they talked now, she was always 3 - 6 years old, helpless, and naughty. He knew he had hit a jackpot with her and should count his blessings, but he couldn't help wanting more.
He fell asleep as she left him, hard, alone, thinking about these things...and also about all the things he would do to her next time.
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