Ninth Birthday by ImoutoCommissions

Today has been her best birthday yet. Doremi is rather used to having 
bad luck, and rather used to suffering from it at the most important 
times, but today, it seems like nothing can get in her way. After having 
a simply perfect day, she is having a perfect evening, sitting beneath 
her is her handsome college boyfriend, who just happened to show up 
today to sweep her off her feet.

And everything about him is perfect, right down to the fact that he 
knows just what to order her for dinner. The two of them are sharing a 
massive, delicious steak, washed down with barley tea, and she could not 
be happier right now. She is the picture of elegance, her hair out of 
its signature buns and hanging down around her shoulders, and her dress 
is gorgeous, but it is what she is wearing under it that really has her 
excited.

The two converse over dinner, and all the while, he keeps gushing over 
how beautiful she looks like this, making her blush and grin, unable to 
help basking in all of his compliments. He truly is a perfect gentleman, 
and he truly is the perfect man for her. It does not take long for the 
two of them to clear away their dinner, but at that point, he orders a 
huge bowl of ice cream for the two of them to split, and lets her have 
as much as she wants.

"Not just because it's your birthday," he says, "but because any 
gentleman would give priority to the girl of his dreams."

He has been giving her a lot of priority tonight, mostly feeding her 
instead of taking bites for himself. When he talks to her like this, it 
makes her squirm in his lap, which makes him moan in turn. The lingerie 
that she wears under her dress happens to include a pair of panties that 
leave no fabric separating the two of them, and that is why she is able 
to keep his cock buried inside of her the whole time that they eat. She 
can tell just how excited he is for her, and the dessert that they are 
supposed to have after their meal. The ice cream just seems to be an 
added bonus.

Doremi has never been so happy in all her life, snuggling back against 
him as he feeds her as much ice cream as she wants. After this, she 
knows that they are going to have even more fun, once she is done 
eating, and teasing him with her body. She can't wait to see what he is 
going to do to her, so in love with him and so glad that he showed up to 
make her birthday perfectly memorable.

Once their meal is done, she has to leave his lap, but only briefly, and 
once she is able to shed her dress, leaving her only in her pale pink 
lingerie, he is quick to start complimenting her again. He tells her 
just how beautiful she looks in it, how elegant and womanly and sexy she 
is. The fact that she is so much younger than him, with a slight build 
and still too young to have started sprouting breasts does not seem to 
matter to him. To him, she really is every bit as grown up as he claims.

Doremi could not be more in love with her handsome date, and when he 
leans down to kiss her, she is quick to respond to him, kissing him back 
passionately. The fact is, she is already very worked up for him, 
dripping wet after spending all dinner with his cock inside of her. He 
kept groping at her as well, always seeming to know just how to tease 
her and drive her more wild, to the point that it was almost hard for 
her to focus on eating her dinner. Only almost, though, because there is 
nothing that can stop her from enjoying a nice, juicy steak.

Now, however, there is nothing like that to distract her from him, and 
she is so horny for him that she can barely stand it. Her new boyfriend 
is so handsome and has such a nice, big cock- somewhere in the back of 
her mind, she wants to laugh over a private joke, because the steak 
isn't the only huge chunk of meat she gets to enjoy tonight, but she is 
too focused on kissing him to worry about making the joke out loud.

His hands drift down to squeeze and grope at her rear, and she squeaks 
into the kiss, moving forward to start grinding against him. She really 
needs this, getting so worked up, so eager to have him inside of her 
again, but for real this time, not just teasing her. Doremi wants him to 
really fuck her, and she is excited as he starts to move her toward the 
bed as he makes out with her. Before long, she is on her back with her 
lover on top of her, teasing her with his kisses and with his touches.

However, even when he breaks the kiss, he just moves down to start 
kissing along her neck, a hand between her legs as he fingers her. She 
wants so much more than that, is more than ready for it after everything 
they have done so far, and instead, he just keeps drawing it out. Maybe 
he does not realize what it is that she wants, maybe he thinks that he 
is supposed to start building things up all over again.

"I'm ready now," she whimpers. "I'm ready for you to make love to me."

He does not reply, nibbling at her neck and making her squeak again. 
Doremi tries to speak up, pleading a bit more as she says, "Please, I'm 
ready for you to make love to me now, I want it so bad!"

Once again, he does not reply to her, does not act as if he has heard a 
word she says. Doremi is starting to get frustrated with him, pretty 
sure that he is ignoring her on purpose, since there is no way he 
couldn't hear her. It is just the two of them in here, after all, and 
she isn't exactly whispering it to him, or anything like that. Today is 
supposed to be her special birthday, where she gets whatever she wants 
from him, and though everything has been perfect so far, it isn't going 
to stay perfect if he keeps teasing her instead of actually giving her 
what she wants.

So she can't help snapping at him, once she realizes that he is messing 
with her.

"Would you just hurry up and fuck me already?!" she demands, and at 
last, that is enough to get his attention.

"Is that what you wanted?" he asks her, a teasing grin on his face. 
"Well, Doremi, all you had to do was ask."

She wants to be mad at him for that, and would be ready to go off on 
him, if not for the fact that he now has his cock pressed against her, 
ready to push inside of her again, and this time, actually work to get 
her off. During dinner, it was almost more than she could handle, being 
teased like that, but now, she actually gets what she needs from him, 
and she could not be more excited.

Slowly, he begins to fill her up again, and Doremi lets out long and 
indulgent moans. It all feels so good to her, and she is so eager to 
have him fuck her, that everything seems like it is absolutely perfect 
right now. At least, that is how it feels at first, but once he has fit 
himself inside of her once again, she realizes that there is one thing 
she did not consider before getting started with all of this.

She had a lot of tea at dinner, and there was no break between eating 
and getting down to business. Which means that the tea, which has had 
its time to start making its way to her bladder, is taking its toll on 
her, and is only going to get worse from here. Doremi needs to pee, but 
she has finally gotten him to put it in her, so she does not want to 
immediately ask him to pull back out just so that she can go relieve 
herself. Maybe it is not as bad as she thinks it is, since she only just 
noticed that she has to pee. Maybe she will be able to hold it until 
they are done, and maybe she can just forget it if she stops thinking 
about it, more focused on enjoying the fun she wanted so badly to have.

That seems like a good enough plan, at least at first, but 
unfortunately, the urge is every bit as bad as she initially assumes 
that it is, and only growing by the moment. She has to pee, and there is 
nothing else she can do about that. It took so long to get him to do 
this that she doesn't want to stop, but if she tries to wait it out too 
long, she knows it is not going to end well. The tea has caught up with 
her much too quickly, and even remembering how much she had to drink 
makes her squirm in discomfort. A break is in order, but then, they can 
get right back to their fun.

"We need to stop," she gasps out, her voice barely coming out at all, it 
is so strained. And, at first, he does not seem to hear her. She wonders 
if he is just ignoring her to get on her nerves, like he did before, or 
if she really wasn't coherent enough for him to understand. Either way, 
she does not have much time to play his games, so she needs to be as 
firm as she can about this. "Hey! I need a break!"

"Is that right?" he asks her, and she is relieved, at least at first. 
But then, he gives her a playful grin and says, "I don't really feel 
like giving you a break though. Sorry, but you begged me for this, so 
this is exactly what you're going to get!"

"Wh- no fair!" she whines, but then he gives her a rough thrust that 
makes it impossible for her to speak because of all her moaning. Doremi 
is not going to be able to make it much longer if he doesn't let her go, 
but he won't even let her get a word in edgewise. Her bladder is bulging 
in her stomach, it is so full, and the way he is fucking her makes it 
seem like he is trying to make her leak, aiming every thrust in that 
direction.

She whines out, growing more desperate by the moment, and certain that 
she is not going to make it to the end. She can't understand why he is 
trying to torment her like this, pushing her beyond her limits, but at 
this point, there is no other possible outcome. Even so, Doremi does her 
best to hold it, even while the pleasure becomes so intense that she can 
hardly focus on anything but. Her voice comes out in a mixture of moans 
and whines, making it clear that she is nearing two limits at once. Her 
new boyfriend is determined to push her to both.

Still she tries to hold out, and that is when he takes more drastic 
measures. Even while he is fucking her, he reaches his hands until they 
are at her sides, and starts to tickle her, startling her and rendering 
her completely helpless. There is nothing that she can do against that 
sort of assault, so ticklish that she can hardly stand it, immediately 
letting out loud and breathless laughs, trying uselessly to scream and 
protest, to tell him to cut it out before she wets herself.

The more he tickles her, the closer she gets to losing control, but all 
the while, he is still pounding into her, still pushing her closer and 
closer to her orgasm. All of this is way too much for her to take, and 
she is bursting and so desperate for relief in both regards, and knowing 
that one will not come without the other. But there is nothing that 
Doremi can do at this point, not when he has pushed her body so far, and 
not when he continues to push her.

In the end, she can't control herself, and she gives into her orgasm at 
the same time that her bladder gives out. As she is sent into the 
shudders of her climax, the contents of her bladder begin gushing out of 
her, soaking both her and her lover, and making quite the mess of the 
bed beneath them. There is so much of it, and yet, that amount is 
rivaled by what he shoots inside of her at the same time. When she comes 
and when she pisses herself, that is all it takes to send him into his 
climax as well, and as the two of them come together, he pumps her full 
of his seed, flooding her womb so much that it begins to swell with the 
sheer amount of it.

Doremi is in absolute heaven now, the relief of her accident mingling 
with the bliss of her orgasm, and making her feel so good that she does 
not care about anything else. She loves the way it feels to have him 
coming inside of her, how warm it is, how perfect it is. Everything 
about this is perfect, and she has never been so in love in all her 
life, never been so happy, so content. This is the best birthday of her 
life, and she is never going to forget this for a moment. Even wetting 
the bed is fine, because it feels good, and he is going to be the 
perfect gentleman and help her clean up now.

Her tummy is still bulging, but now from his seed rather than her pee. 
He looks down appreciatively, as the two start to come down from their 
ecstasy, and opens his mouth to say something to her, but she can't hear 
it. And then he is fading away, and, try as she might, she can't reach 
out for him, can't get him to come back, or stop her perfect world from 
crumbling around her.

Then she is cold, particularly around her butt, and her eyes open and 
she realizes she is in her own room, in her own bed. In soaked pajamas, 
with her sheets soaked as well. It was all a dream, and actually was too 
perfect to be real. Doremi has never been more disappointed in her life, 
but worse than her disappointment is the mess that has been made of her 
bed. She needs to get all of this cleaned up, and fast.

First things first, she goes to take a shower, letting her mind wander 
as the hot water cascades down over her. It really is a bummer that her 
hot college boyfriend turned out to be just a dream, because he made her 
feel so good. Recalling the way he touched her, Doremi lets her hands 
wander all over her body, trying to mimic the way he did it, certain 
that it can't be that different.

Unfortunately for her, it seems that it is, that there is nothing she 
can do to recapture that ecstasy- at least, not until she gets a 
boyfriend of her own, something that is every bit as impossible as it 
was before she had a dream that suggested otherwise. Doremi has never 
been more disappointed in her life, and even as she tries fingering 
herself, trying to imagine the way he took her, there is nothing that 
she can do to recreate that wonderful feeling.

In the end, she has to give up and get out of the shower, since she 
still has plenty of cleanup to do. Her soaked sheets and pajamas are not 
going to wash themselves, and she needs to get to them before anyone 
else does. The last thing she wants on her birthday is for everyone in 
her family to find out that she is still a bed wetter. And so, she is as 
quiet and sneaky as can be as she heads back to her room and gathers 
everything up to wash.

Luck is not on her side, though. Despite all of her efforts to be 
sneaky, her mother still catches her on the way to the washing machine.

"Doremi? What are you doing up?" she asks, before getting a look at all 
the fabric bunched up in her arms. "Did you wet the bed? Don't lie to 
me, I can tell from the size of that pile."

"I...yeah," she mumbles, internally cursing her terrible luck. All that 
effort to be quiet for nothing!

"Honestly, just what are you doing, wetting the bed at your age? And on 
your birthday, too!" her mother scolds her. "You'd think we were about 
to celebrate your third birthday, not your ninth birthday! You need to 
remember to go to the bathroom before you go to bed, alright?"

The lecture is not as bad as it could be, and yet, Doremi is still 
completely humiliated by it, especially the bits directed at her age. 
This time, she knows that it is true, and that she is too old for it, 
and this time, she has no one that she can internally blame it on, 
because it really was all because of her. This year is really not off to 
the best start. With a groan and a wail, she continues on to start her 
laundry, with one thought on her mind, one that she simply has to voice 
aloud.

"I'm the most unlucky pretty girl in the whole world!" she declares.