All characters in this story are over 18. This story contains piss and diaper play. Please do not read it if you are offended or uninterested in those topics.
She squirms in her seat. Thank goodness the end of her shift is in sight because she needs to get some relief. She chastises herself for the millionth time as she daydreams about getting off. It's like she is obsessed with sex. Well, she is obsessed. She's always been obsessed with sex. She was so happy graduating from college and finally getting an apartment of her own where she could masturbate wherever and whenever she wanted. She rolls her eyes at herself and her obsession, gathers up her bag and water bottle and heads for the door.
Walking through the library where she works, she feels his eyes on her. Turning her head slightly, she sees him, their eyes meet. She smiles politely then quickly looks away. She feels like he can see right through her, as if he knows all her secrets. He can't possibly know her secrets. They have hardly shared two words. He seems very kind. Some men oogle women. He always looks at her and smiles, but he never oogles. Men who oogle ultimately do not show respect. She can see that this man is respectful but knowing. Well, at least that's what she likes to think. What does she know?....she is obsessed with sex. And right now, she needs to touch herself. Badly.
She shares some goodbyes with the two women at the front circulation desk and promises she will be back in four hours to cover another shift. Then she is out the door into the glorious sunshine. The warmth feels good on her skin and makes her nipples stand to attention under her sundress. Or maybe they are standing to attention because she knows she will soon be touching them.
The library is right next to a not-so-well-used state park. She loves the park because it is quiet. She can always find a spot tucked away to unwind and get her much needed alone time. As a matter of fact, she has a favorite spot that is off the beaten path, and she makes her way there. She has four hours. She needs to make the most of it!
She settles down on the blanket and turns her face up to the sun, smiling and stretching back, soaking in the vitamin D. Her sundress slips up as she lays back and she enjoys the sun on her open thighs. Leaning on one arm, she lets the fingers of her free hand trace around her full aching breasts. Her fingertip grazes a nipple and she groans, slowly grinding her wet pussy into her pull-up.
She has always had fantasies of being taken by a 'daddy'. An older man. Someone who 'knows' her. Someone who knows her better than she knows herself. A man for whom she feels compelled to submit. A man who would respect and encourage her most base desires. And she has some base desires.
Recently she started to occasionally wear a pull-up. When she was eighteen, she happened to see her uncle piss. She was mesmerized by his hot yellow stream coming from his uncut cock. She only saw this once, but that's all it took. The seed had been planted in her mind, and she couldn't turn back. When she was older, she learned how good it felt to wet herself in the shower. Feeling her hot urine on her inner thighs was so arousing. The hot shame of seeing her feet in her puddle of piss was intoxicating. She imagined 'daddy' watching and smiling. Knowing. Knowing that this dirty act shamed her and enflamed her. Then, she happened upon an online story about women wearing diapers and using them during sex. She was repulsed at first. But slowly the idea took hold. The first time she bought pull-ups was so humiliating. Her face glowed red when she put them on the counter to pay. She imagined 'daddy' holding her hand as she bought them. As soon as she got out to the car she came. She held the package of pull-ups in her hands and came in her panties without even touching herself. She still cums almost every time she slides on a pull-up. The sound of the crinkling pull-up and the feeling of the thick padding against her cunt intoxicates her. The act of feeling compelled to do something so base, submissive and forbidden enflames her.
She had ducked into the restroom and slipped her pull-up on just before she left the library and now she is slowly masturbating into it as she rubs her aching cunt against the warm swelling padding.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh daddddddy", she softly groans, imagining her 'daddy' watching her. Smiling down at her as she gets herself off.
She stops her movement and slows her breathing, enjoying the warm sun. And slowly releases a gentle wet piss in her pull-up. She can feel the piss gurgling over her pussy and she moans. Arching her back. She fumbles with the buttons of her dress and undoes the first few so her breasts are exposed to the warmth of the sun. She fondles herself as she pisses. Cupping her titties and pulling on her hard nipples. She needs someone to suckle them. Badly. But she has to be satisfied with her own fingers today. She imagines daddy's warm lips. Feeding from her breasts. Drinking her milk. She moans and arches her back. Her pussy pulsing with hunger.
She starts to slowly grind her cunt against the warm, full pull-up. Humping her piss sodden pull-up. Humping. She has always loved that word. And she has always loved to hump. Anything. She blushes as she thinks of all the things she had humped...her teddy bear, her big thick dildo, a cucumber. And now she is humping her piss sodden pull-up. Only daddy would understand her hunger and her needs.
"Ohhhhhhh dadddddddy....my pussy aches, daddy!"
She is groping her titties as she bucks on her piss mound. Humping. Groaning. Calling out to daddy. She needs fucked. A good girl fuck from daddy's big thick penis. She imagines daddy telling her what a good girl she is, fucking her with his thick penis. His daddy cock. She imagines daddy telling her how good his fat cock feels in her cunt. She bucks and cries out as she cums. Her cunt flooding her already sodden pull-up. Her body shivers in orgasm.
"I came for you, daddy", she murmurs as she slows.
She feels so good. So much better. Relaxed. Laying back on the blanket, her breasts still exposed. Her dress up around her waist. Her pull-up stretched full of piss and cum. She closes her eyes and dozes off in the warm sun.
Slowly she opens her eyes and can sense him before she sees him. A ripple of fear courses through her, followed closely by a jolt of arousal. She turns her head and there he is. He is sitting on his knees gazing at her. The guy from the library. She flushes with intense shame, and he smiles. She knows she should cover herself and try to get away, but she is unable to move. Her chest raises and lowers as she breathes. He smiles as her nipples harden. She can't stop herself. She feels compelled to expose herself to him like this. She feels compelled to reveal her most base desires. Daddy.
He smiles again and moves over to her, caressing her cheek and trailing his fingers down her neck to the fullness of her breast. She gasps despite herself, reddening even more at her lack of control.
"Look at you, gasping for daddy", he says quietly in a deep sexy voice.
Her eyes widen in surprise between gasps as his fingertips graze her hard nipples. How does he know?
He smiles at her surprised look and his fingers trail down her body to caress her obviously full pull-up. She tries to cover herself in shame and he stops her.
"Daddy likes your diaper."
The use of that word is too much.
"oooooooooooohhhhhhh," she moans without control.
Again, how does he know exactly what to say??
He cups her pull-up and looks into her eyes, "Wet for daddy."
It is a command. A gentle but firm command. She tries to look away.
"Look at daddy as you wet, babygirl."
