Baby Girl Sugar Omo

18+ Only please Welcome to my littles/ Omorashi blog I am Sugar 31/f/uk i am a babygirl submissive , i love watching cute girls who cant hold there pee anymore. This blog will be a collection of my favourite omo and some original pictures/drawings and videos by me .I have also decided that I will be using this blog to indulge the baby girl in me so expect to see plushes , dummies and nappys ^_^ enjoy xxx

[omosugar]

I got a new romper!!!!

[omosugar]

My new onsie arrived! Spoopy dinosaurs! From onsies downunder

[gettfighted]

Dribble Drabble

You’re only moments away, you can feel it.

He knows it too, if that sly look on his face is anything to go by. You shuffle from foot to foot under his gaze and look down at the living room carpet.

You hope he won’t mind when you inevitably leave it soaked.

“Princess,” he says quietly, his eyes trailing down your core to your trembling legs, “do you need something?”

You shake your head willfully, and yeah, maybe you’re being a little stubborn. But you know he’s only asking so he can say no, watch your wide eyes sparkle with embarrassment and you can’t bring yourself to ask. Your heart is racing and you can barely focus on anything but the full feeling that’s breaking you down.

God, you can’t do this. There’s no way. You’re one breath too deep away from losing what little, miniscule control you have left. You can’t even meet his eyes anymore, not when his gaze is that heavy and you’re already carrying the weight of what feels like the entire world on your bladder.

“I can’t-” you whine, you try to speak, but it’s cut off by the need to clasp your legs shut just a little tighter as a wave of something washes over you. Both of your hands fly down to clutch at yourself, and the television remote you held in your hand clatters to the ground.

You’re so screwed.

So, so screwed.

He walks over to you with a soft laugh that’s both taunting and fond. His fingers touch your cheek and you blink up at him.

“Please, if you just let me use the-”

“No, I don’t think so,” he coos softly. You let out a small whine, grip yourself a little harder. You knew it. You knew he’d say no tonight, and until now, the idea was thrilling. But now you’re coming to the end of the road and the impending humiliation is sinking in.

Your breathing is a little shallow, and your cheeks feel hot. He’s waiting, and you’re waiting, and you feel an urge coming that you don’t think you’ll be able to stop this time.

“Please-” you start, you plead, but then that urge, that undeniable urge, it’s here and you aren’t paying enough attention and you miss it.

You gasp at the first leak, although it feels good. You resent the fact that you squeeze your legs back together. You want to let it all go. But something is holding you back.

His hand on your cheek drifts down your body, along the curve of your side, and you shiver. You know where that hand is going, but you don’t stop it.

A single finger runs along the small wet spot on your panties poking from between your closed legs.

He tsks at you. “And here I thought you were a big girl.”

You whimper at his touch. You want him to touch you more, but you know you can’t take it. So instead, you groan in protest when his hand slips further between your legs.

You know this is it. You can’t hold it anymore. You’re going to burst, there’s no doubt about that, and now his hand is keeping you from holding it like you need to.

“Go on, princess,” he coaxes, “it’s fine.”

And then with a hand much stronger than your will to stop it, he gently pushes your leg away from the other, just a couple of inches, and now you stand spread and trembling for one final millisecond, and then it’s over.

As the wet warmth seeps through your panties and travels down your legs, your hands lift up to cover your face. You can’t watch. For a couple seconds it’s a light stream, as if the residual shame is having it’s last battle.

And then you can’t stop as it comes out in a flood, no longer just running along your skin, but also pouring from the center of your panties and straight to the carpet. The carpet that’s soaked at your feet. You can feel it.

And you know he must feel it too. He’s standing so close, and you wonder if he’s okay with standing in your mess.

“That’s it,” he encourages, and you whimper again. He’s watching you. You can’t see him, but you can feel his eyes on you. You were never brave, never one to like being the center of attention, but there’s something about the cocktail of this moment that makes you feel something close to elated.

Your heart is still pounding, but you feel…euphoric.

Like it’s the first day of warm sunshine on your skin after weeks of cold, bitter air. Like you just won a lottery you never purchased a ticket for. Like you just ran a race and broke the ribbon at the finishing line.

Like you just drank four too many glasses of wine and pissed yourself in front of the man you love.

[hasaglitch]

[romanwolfsir-deactivated2020111]

Littles after they say a bad word an know daddy heard them

[strawberrrryred-deactivated2015]

No this me when Daddy says a bad word

[smallandstarryeyed]

[jigoku-raku]

[abusedsoulsx]

[kikibinkie-deactivated20180307]

When he says “good girl” and it is like your whole body is overcome with feelings of ecstasy. And you’d do just about anything to hear him say it to you again.

[fuck-me-till-the-end-please]

“Don’t keep calm.Rip my clothes off, spin me around, grab my hair and fuck me like you hate me.”

[sleepin]

[collar-that-boy-deactivated2017]

I will.

[peegir1]

chap 1

The night started off really well, Jackson and I got Chinese takeout and a lot of liquor and settled in for one of those movie drinking games. I was having a great time, laughing and throwing back shots with him, and cuddling when we weren’t doing that.

About halfway through the movie though, that good time changed. I could feel a pressure starting to build in my bladder and after downing another shot I looked at Jackson. “Hey, babe? Pause it for a sec will you?” I asked, and he just looked at me so I went to grab the remote but he snatched it up first. “Come on, it can wait can’t it?” He said and I looked down almost shiftily. “Please Jax, I gotta piss,” I admitted. “Yeah, but not that bad right? You can hold it,” he told me with an impish grin.

I sat back, mildly annoyed. He was just trying to control me because he got off on it, and I mean maybe I did too, but I still really had to pee. But, it wasn’t too hard to brush off after a couple more shots.

The end of the movie seemed to be nowhere in sight, and I was shifting around trying to ignore my now-aching bladder. I snuck a glance at the DVD player - it looked like there was only like half an hour left, and I knew about fifteen of that was probably credits. I shoved the hand that wasn’t holding Jackson’s between my thighs, ready to wait the fifteen minutes to pee.

Finally the movie was over and I jumped up, stumbling over my own feet in a combination of my haste to get to the bathroom and my own drunkenness. Jackson caught my hand and looked at me. “You okay, baby?” he asked me and I nodded.

“Yeah,” I told him. “I’m just gonna, um, go now!”

He grinned impishly again, “Aw babe, come on. We gotta watch the sequel,” he told me and I bobbed up and down a little.

“Can’t I please go before we start it?” I asked.

“But that’s against the rules of the game, babe,” he said and held up his phone, showing the game rules in his notes.

That’s not fair,” I said, blushing. “You could’ve just made that up now…” I trailed off, grabbing at my crotch.

“But I didn’t,” Jackson replied, smiling tol sweetly considering that he was torturing me. “Now come on, sit back down.”

Reluctantly, I took tender steps back to the couch, my bladder throbbing harder with each step. He pulled up the next movie and poured a couple shots so we would be ready and I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore the urge to pee.

After several more shots and both of us considerably more drunk, I felt his hand creep over to grab mine, which had been wrapped around my pubic bone. I gasped as the pressure from my hand was pulled away, and I almost wet myself then and there. “Baby, babe, babe,” I exclaimed.

"What, do you like that?” he asked me, his finger tracing where he knew my clit was outside my fitted velvety sweats.

I gasped. Not only was this not helping my strained, alcohol-filled bladder, but I did like it. I could feel the burning sensation from holding it and his fingers, oh god, tracing my noticeably swollen clitoris. “Oh my god, Jacks,” I could barely breathe the words out without moaning… it felt so good. I arches back a little, no longer trying to escape his touch. Momentarily, I had forgotten my intense urge to piss.

Suddenly, his hand stopped and almost in the same second both of his hands were on my waist and pulling me onto his lap. I felt my body contract a little and hot urine gush into my panties. He kissed me but I didn’t kiss back at first, so surprised and discombobulated that I wasn’t sure what was happening, and let out a little yelp against his lips as I shoved a hand between my legs.

He laughed a little and moved my hand out of the way before I could really feel how much damage had been done and kissed my neck. I was so turned on, I moaned a little and my crotch seemed like it was getting even warmer… but I was pretty sure it was just my wet pussy.

"Jackson,” I moaned. “Oh my god…” I could feel the zipper of his jeans rubbing up under me, and a hot shiver ran through my body as I thought about his erection. God, I wanted him, but god… I still had to pee.

The pain in my bladder only increased as I pushed against him and brought his mouth back up to mine, but I was finding it difficult to care about minding my bloated belly because all I wanted was to fuck. My wet pussy grinded on his erection, and even though we were both still fully clothed I thought that the sensation of his cock rubbing my wet panties against my throbbing pussy might make me cum then and there. I felt my aching bladder release and gasped before I was able to cut off the flow and I looked down and there was a clearly defined wet spot on both the crotch of my sweats and his jeans, and although it wasn’t that bad and nothing a change of pants wouldn’t fix for the both of us, I felt like I might cry.

"Please,” I started to beg, looking up at Jackson with watery eyes. “Just let me go now.”

Something beastly appeared to have awoken within him, however, and he let out what was almost a growl before pinning me onto the couch and unbuttoning his dampened jeans with one hand while the other held tight over the warm wetness over my pussy. I felt tears escape my eyes but another wave of heat rushed through me as I saw him take out his cock.

"Babe,” I whimpered, but he just ignored me, and with his jeans and boxers still halfway down his thighs, rubbed his big dick on my wet sweatpants, moving one hand to lift my shirt and grab my breast.

I moaned and felt my pussy pump out another, bigger gush of pee, and he moaned too as the wetness spread on my pants. I could barely stop the flow before he grabbed the waistband of my pants and yanked them down.

I gasped, and I could feel the cold air on the wetness between my legs despite my panties. The thin cover between my wet, throbbing pussy was yanked to the side and he shoved his cock between my legs, rubbing the head onto my clit. It was even warmer than my piss had been, and made me arch my back and moan as an orgasm rocked through me.

But Jackson wasn’t nearly finished, and as soon as I had finished cumming he was inside of me and I was moaning again. Suddenly, every thrust was forcing out squirts of urine, which splashed onto both of our stomachs. I whimpered and tears started rolling down my face again, but it all just seemed to turn him on more and he thrusted harder and harder.

Finally, I could hear his moans alongside mine, although mine were nearing screams in volume. “Oh baby,” he gasped. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” I felt him thrust with great intensity and my bladder just gave out as I felt his cum start to pump into my pussy. I screamed, and came so intensely my vision went out, all while my pee was flooding out all over both of us and the sofa.

[hoefashow]

Tinkle time 🙈🙊💛💦💦 Please keep caption

[lilflowerprincess-a]

[tumblstan]

Dinner with my Kitten

“Kitten, I’m home!”, I say as I walk into the house. I know she is around, we were supposed to go out for dinner. “Daddy!” she says as comes down the stairs to give me a hug. I love the way she wraps her arms around me to give me a big hug, her body pressing into mine. “How was your day kitten? Did you have a good time at work?” I ask, knowing she likes to tell me all that she has done through the day, even though she holds a senior position at her company. She gives me  her daily update, while I look at her appreciatively. She is still wearing the clothes I picked out for her this morning, and she looks mighty fine in them! Tonight is date night, and I was planning on keeping us out late, so I asked her if she has gone pee-pee yet. She blushes, and says not yet. “Good girl kitten, we are going to have a long night out! I would like you to wear your cute pink top, and your short black skirt. I would like my girl to be good and hold it, but its going to be a long night, so would you like me to put a diaper on you?” She blushes again, replying “I am a big girl Daddy, I can hold it!” I smile, realizing that this evening is going to be fun! I let her take her clothes out of her closet, and then I undress her slowly. I love taking the clothes of her body, watching her skin reveal itself. I put a fresh pair of panties on her, my hands tracing her hips. I don’t like her wearing a bra, so I pull her top on, playfully pulling her nipples while she squeals. I enjoy the tips of her nipples poking out of her shirt, tempting, but mine. I put her skirt on, asking her again if she wants a diaper. She refuses, saying she does not need to pee, and will be fine till after dinner. We head out for dinner, and as I drive, I steal glances over at my kitten. I like looking at her legs, smooth and bare, extending out from under her skirt and going on forever. I brush my hand against knee, watching her smile her cute smile at me, knowing she is mine. We get to our restaurant, and have a wait for our table. We buy a couple of drinks at the bar, and settle in. As I talk to her, I see her a get a little fidgety, but I ignore it. I know the evening has just begun. As I sit next to her at the bar, I tease her, and play with her hair, knowing she likes it. I love sitting next her, my knee against her thigh, contact so fleeting, yet so intimate. She leans into me, letting me hold her like the kitten that she is, and my hand ever so gently brushes the front of her top. I feel her nipples stiffen, and she notices me staring, giggling softly. I watch as she crosses her legs, and I know her bladder is getting full. She is trying to be a big girl and not complain about it, but I know the signs, and I wait patiently. “May I go pee-pee Daddy? I really have to go!” she asks, eyes lowered, midway through her second drink. “No kitten, remember, you said you would be able to hold it like a big girl!” I reply, stroking her back. At that moment our waitress comes to the bar and tells us our table is ready. I had requested a booth, and I made sure to sit next to her, just to be close to her. I loved the smell of her body so close to mine, it was something that could turn me on blindfolded. As we sit down, she slips a hand between her legs, wanting to help herself hold, but I reach down and gently move her hand back onto the table. “Now, now, kitten, be a big girl. Remember the only person you are allowed to hold when you are outside is Daddy.” She smiles and reaches over under the table and squeezes me. Her touch causes me to inhale sharply, as I react immediately, swelling in her hand. She giggles again, squeezes me harder, and puts her hand back on the table. I gently reach around and squeeze her, and I feel her thighs press together as she tries to hold her pee in. “Daddy, I really have to go, its very bad” she says, but I remind her that we just about to start dinner, and she needs to wait. She pouts, but listens to me and tries to carry on with our conversation normally. I can see her legs bounce, and I can help but be turned on even more by her predicament. I drag my fingers up her inner thigh, making her jump. “Don’t do that Daddy, I really have to pee, and you will make me pee my panties!” she complains. I smile and remind her that I told her to wear a diaper, and as she refused, so she needs to be able to hold it. As we start to eat, her fidgeting starts to get worse, and she suddenly reaches down and grabs herself. “Daddy, I am about to leak, I am sorry!” she says, looking into my eyes. I smile, and pull her to me, my hand encircling her waist, and replacing her hand on her pussy. “Daddy loves you very much kitten, and nothing will change that, you know that, right?” I ask, as I gently squeeze. She nods, trying her best to hold on, but I feel her struggling.   I pull her closer, wanting to put her on my lap and cradle her. “Its alright kitten, Daddy’s here” I whisper, my hand pushing against her bladder. I hear a small moan escape her lips, and feel her warm pee start to escape her. “I am so sorry Daddy” she says. I press harder, smiling, and I feel a second squirt hit my hand. I start to rub her pussy through her wet panties, hiding it the best I can from everyone else. She quickly covers her face with hands, because she knows anyone who looks at her will know what is happening. I listen to her breath quicken, and she drops one hand to slow me down. “Please Daddy, I will cum, please stop” she begs. “If I cum I will pee myself, and won’t be able to stop!” I move her hand over to my lap, and she automatically grabs hold of me through my pants and starts to squeeze. Knowing she is so close to letting go has made me very sensitive. I keep going, pushing her to the edge. “Please Daddy, please!” she whimpers, but as I push, she goes over the edge. I feel her body go rigid and she starts to squeeze me faster and faster. I feel the first squirt of pee, and know she is losing control. As the stream intensifies, she grips me tight and I start to cum. I quickly kiss her to hide my orgasm as I squirt into my pants feeling her pee flow into my hands. She empties her bladder as I finish, and we both look at each other and smile. I quickly drop the cash for our meal on the table, and we leave, her wet skirt clinging to her butt, me wet at the front, and the two of us feeling ecstatic!

[nooneyaknow]

Uh ohhhh

Last night my little one @someoneyamightknow stepped outside for a bit while I was fixing my hair upstairs.  about 5-10 minutes later I heard the door open “ D…Daddy….” she stood timidly at the front door before slowly making her way over to me. I reached my hand under her dress and was greeted with soaking underwear, soon realising her long dress was equally soaked as it stuck to the back of her legs. my little sweetheart had tried so hard to be a big girl and hold it and started leaking too uncontrollably to make it back inside and completely flooded herself at the bottom of the apartment complex stairs. I think this is a very good reason why someone needs to stay in her special pants.  

[gotta-go-lottie-deactivated2017]

In case you were wondering, my panties are not dry 😩💦

[omosugar]

So hot

[nooneyaknow]

Uh ohhhh

Last night my little one @someoneyamightknow stepped outside for a bit while I was fixing my hair upstairs.  about 5-10 minutes later I heard the door open “ D…Daddy….” she stood timidly at the front door before slowly making her way over to me. I reached my hand under her dress and was greeted with soaking underwear, soon realising her long dress was equally soaked as it stuck to the back of her legs. my little sweetheart had tried so hard to be a big girl and hold it and started leaking too uncontrollably to make it back inside and completely flooded herself at the bottom of the apartment complex stairs. I think this is a very good reason why someone needs to stay in her special pants.