Pizza Party

I squirmed in my seat. My bladder twisting and whining at the weight in it. I was going eighty down the I-110 when it hit me. I had to pee.

I merged into one lane, then the next, till I was in the farthest right-hand lane. I couldn’t hold it. I knew I couldn’t. I tried to avoid the pee dance but found myself bouncing in my seat, my bladder painfully screaming at me to pull over.

The highway was busy but, whatever. I was finally approaching the stretch of freeway lined by bushes and trees. It was perfect but I didn’t want to go. I wanted to hold it. I wanted to be an adult and go to the restroom like one, but it was too much.

Three miles in and I was biting my lower lip all to Hell. I was going to piss myself if I didn’t go soon. I pulled over and threw on my caution lights. Just a small malfunction, I told myself. Who knows what I was pulling over for. Maybe I had a flat? While I pretended to be normal, a few more cars passed. I waited till I saw their taillights to unbuckle myself and get out.

I ran around to the other side of my car. I hated this part. The part where I had to pull my clothes down and expose myself to the air and headlights. The part where people most likely saw some lady squatting off to the side, peeing like a wild beast in the night.

Nobody really gets it. They wouldn’t understand unless they also quite frequently found themselves halfway through their damn commute when they suddenly had to go. It’s a problem, a personal one that leaves my face burning with embarrassment every time I have to stop my car and pee in an alley or empty lot.

I felt disgusting but what did they want me to do? I know—piss myself in my car and go home wet, smelly, and pathetic. Damn the masses of normal bladdered people.

I tried not to walk funny or switch my hips awkwardly, but as I imagined the sweet relief awaiting me, I couldn’t help but wiggle my bum in a hurried dance as I opened the passenger door for a bit of coverage.

That’s when I saw the lights approaching. They were big and bright, slowing as they neared me.

My heart sank. I couldn’t hold it. It was already trying to come out and now this asshole was pulling up.

They probably thought I was having car trouble or something. The pickup truck was a giant, white Ford and pulled up a couple feet ahead with their caution lights on.

I had to wait and make him go away. I tried not to dance in place as I heard a car door slam and watched as a man came around his vehicle. The man was average height, dark hair and wearing dirty blue jeans that said he did construction.

He stopped a couple feet away.

“You need some help?”

“Uhh…no, I’m fine,” I said. My face contorted into a frown. I could feel a little leak out.

“Are you sure? I can change a flat or take a look. Did it die?”

“No, nothing like that…”

Fuck, why was he here?

“Alright, just wanted to make—are you okay?”

I began to wiggle in place and jump about. Damnit. Damnit all!

“I just…I have to pee.”

“Oh,” he said. “Well go ahead.”

What? I looked at him and he just stood there. I really couldn’t hold it. It was now or never. I pulled my pants and undies down. They began to trip me up so I had to take them off hurriedly before I pissed all over them. The man stood there and I squatted low to finally release what I’d been holding for an excruciating hour and a half. I knelt there and sighed. I could hear the splash on the asphalt, felt my bladder emptying itself.

Then the man grunted and took out his phone and I saw the flash turn on. He kneeled and he shined the light directly between my legs, peering at my vagina while I was still peeing. This one was taking longer than usual, and I could feel the warm specs of pee hitting my ankles. A full, steady stream that I couldn’t stop. The man chuckled clearly enjoying this sick show.

“I’m recording this,” he said.

“St-stop that!”

It was humiliating. I tried to get up, but with my panties around my ankles and the panic, I fell backwards, right into the warm, muddy, pissed filled dirt.

The stranger laughed at this. He came closer and grabbed me by my right ankle, lifting it and coming in with the phone to get a real good look at my bare privates.

“Trimmed with a patch. Nice,” he said. “And you’re all wet and glistening. I liked watching you go. Do you feel better after pissing?”

I did. He pointed the camera at my face, then stopped the recording.

“What the fuck? Delete that!” I screamed.

The man smiled hideously. “I will…if you do me a favor.”

“No way,” I said getting up and dressing.

“You sure? If you do, I won’t post this video. I promise to keep my word.”

My jaw dropped. “What favor, you psycho?”

“Just be my dog for a few hours. I want to see you pee again.”

“Excuse me?”

But he was serious. He had my pussy and my face in plain sight on the video. If he posted it or found me on social media, who knew what could happen. Everyone I knew could find that video of me spread eagle and peeing in front of a stranger.

“Fine. But, only for tonight.”

“Deal,” he said. “Just give me your number and I’ll text you my address. If you don’t or refuse to show, I’ll post this video.”

“Ok, asshole. How can I trust you and how do I know you won’t murder me or something?”

“Well, if I wanted you dead, I’d just take you now. I’m no killer.”

“Yeah, just a perv.”

He chuckled. “You aren’t wrong. Now, what’s your number?”

I gave it to him. He texted me and my phone dinged from within my car. He nodded his approval and walked back to his vehicle, waving goodbye like I cared. I wanted to cry. But instead, I got in my car and followed this man to his home.

The perv lived a few towns away, it was a nice neighborhood in the city. I texted a roommate that I was going to see an old acquaintance and sent his address to her just in case I ended up on the news in a very different way.

The man lived on a small street, in a nice, private house with neighbors on all side. A huge wooden fence stood between all his neighbors. It was clear that something was happening at the home because his backyard was lit and the sounds of faint music could be heard.

“Guess he likes his privacy but doesn’t like giving it to others,” I said with a grumble.

It took five minutes to find parking in the area. I got out and walked, texting him that I was arriving even though he couldn’t have been more than ten minutes ahead of me. I wanted to get this over with. The strange man opened the door with the same perverted smile.

“Took you long enough,” he said, jokingly.

I frowned, not in the mood. “I don’t even know what to call you,” I said.

“Hmn…how about Ned?”

“Ew.” It reminded me of Ned Flanders.

This “Ned,” laughed and stepped aside. I went in and entered a small dining area with openings to rooms on either side. The home was clean and nice but in a lived way. Looking into the room to the right, I saw there were a few nerdy collectibles and gaming stations by the TV. I also saw two guys sitting there, playing video games. Before I could say anything about the guests, Ned spoke.

“Follow me,” he said.

I followed and he led me to the kitchen.

“I would like you to drink fluids. It can be anything really, but water usually works the best. I have beer too--oh and I made lemonade.”

Had I not been the victim of his game, I would have taken a nice glass of lemonade. “I’m probably gonna need a beer for this,” I said. “You didn’t say people would be here.”

Ned reached into the fridge then handed me a few cold and untampered IPA beers.

“I never said I lived alone. Plus, tonight’s perfect for some piss. You’ll see.” Ned actually looked delighted. It made me worry.

“After you drink, I’d like you to change clothes,” he said.

“Huh? Into what?”

“A harness I got.”

I gave him a confused look.

“I was serious about the dog thing. I want you to strip naked and wear the harness with its leash. It’ll be fun. I’ll walk you in the back yard, you can chill or play around and when you have to go, you can piss right out there like you did on the side of the highway. Do this and we’re good. You’ll never hear from me again…unless you want.”

I gave him the look he deserved. “Ugh, let’s just do this.” I opened up a can of beer and began to chug. “I should have you pay for this, you know. Also, your roommates aren’t joining, are they?”

Ned shrugged and watched me drink my first beer. “Does it matter if they did? No one knows you and you can wear a doggy mask if you want. I have one that matches the harness.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. This man had a kink for sure.

“So, why were you out there peeing to begin with?” Ned asked.

I rolled my eyes. “I have a long drive home and a weak bladder. I just needed to go. I hate holding it cause it doesn’t feel good.”

Ned nodded his head. “Yeah, it feels good to just let it all loose.”

Validating but I didn’t want to hear that from him right now. I cringed and grabbed my next beer. I was downing them. I could feel the alcohol warming my limbs and giving me courage. Was I really going to do this? I might as well. I peed for him once already. At least I could numb myself for what was going to happen next.

“Let’s have you change now,” Ned said.

“Why do I have to be naked?”

He cocked his head to the side. “It’s hotter that way, plus I’ve already seen your bits, why does it matter?”

“Cause you have people here.”

“Yeah but at least my neighbors can’t see into the backyard. And if you don’t pee for me now, I can show the world that you did earlier.”

“Ugh, fine.”

Ned smiled and I followed him into the bedroom.

“Harness is on the bed,” he said, standing there.

It was a Human harness, pink and studded with fake crystals. A matching pink, vinyl, dog-shaped mask sat beside it along with a leash and collar.

“Can I change in peace?” I asked.

Ned nodded and left, shutting the door. I took off all my clothes and folded them up then slipped into the harness. I was naked and felt vulnerable without my clothes in someone else’s house. It took me a while to get it right, but finally I got the harness on. It was full body, wrapping around my tits and ending around my thighs. I put on the collar and the mask for anonymity. It was a good thing I didn’t have any tattoos yet.

A knock came at the door. “It’s Ned. Just finish your beers and I’ll let you know when everything is ready.”

I hugged my arms to my naked breasts. They were completely exposed and framed by the straps. What the hell was I doing? I sat down on the bed, not giving a fuck about my bare vagina touching his covers. In fact, I hope it smelled like piss after.

After fifteen minutes and two more beers, another knock at the door.

“Come in?”

It was Ned. He came over to me and clipped on the leash then looked down at me.

“For four hours, you are my dog and your name is Pizza.”

I blinked. “Pizza?”

“Yeah. I had a dog that used to love pizza. Was his favorite thing in the world. I don’t have time for another dog now, but if I did, I’d name them Pizza.”

I couldn’t tell if it was cute or stupid. Ned jerked the leashed and I stood up.

“You’ll learn quickly,” he said. “Remember, dogs should listen to their owners and follow the rules. If you don’t, you’ll be reprimanded.”

“Whatever, Ned, let’s just do this.”

“You said four hours as my dog. I meant it,” he said. “I’ll be a good owner but you have to be a good dog, ok?”

Shit, he was serious, and I was already on his damn leash. I sighed and nodded.

“Feel free to pant, bark and be as dog like as you want,” he added.

I wouldn’t. Ned pulled the leash, and I begrudgingly walked. He led me towards the back where I originally had heard soft music from the street. It grew louder as we neared—so did other voices.

Ned opened the sliding door to the backyard, and I looked up to see about ten other people, men and women, and another “dog,” a naked and leashed man who seemed to belong to one of the lady guests. They all stood around holding drinking and smoking weed. When the door opened, they all looked my way.

My eyes widened and my face grew hot under the mask. “What is this, a freaking party?”

“Yes,” Ned said. “That’s why tonight was perfect. Now be quiet. It’s rude to bark in front of guests”

Ned pulled me forward and I descended the tiny steps to the backyard area awkwardly. I was completely naked in front of these people. Immediately, a woman in a yellow dress came over to pet me.

“Get on all fours,” Ned said.

I looked at him then did as he said. The woman gave me pets on the head.

“Oh, is she new? How precious. Is she for breeding?”

“Thank you, Clara. This is Pizza. She’s new,” Ned said. “She isn’t quite housetrained yet, so I’m more interested in breaking her in than breeding but who knows.”

I gave him an irritated look but Ned just chuckled with Clara.

“Alice brought her male. Your bitch in heat?” Clara asked.

Ned chuckled again. “Give her time to warm up.

All these strangers were staring at me. I used an arm to cover my breasts but Ned immediately began to pull on my leash and walk me, forcing me to keep my hands down to crawl on all fours.

“Pizza, say hi to Julio and Patrick.”

“I love dogs,” the one called Patrick said.

Julio gave me an unfiltered, lustful look. “This one has a nice body. Will there be a train tonight? Get her knocked up?”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Just testing the waters,” Ned said. “She’s new to it all.”

I didn’t look at them. Instead, I squirmed. All the beers I drank were starting to make my bladder ache.

“Oh, I think your doggy has to go potty,” Patrick said.

Ned brightened. “Perfect timing. Pizza’s favorite trick is to piss ashamed. Pizza, be a good girl and show Patrick and Julio how you pee.”

I didn’t want to but I had to go. I was suddenly so glad to be masked. I took a squat but Ned stopped me.

“No, we need to give them a good view. Squat and lean back on your hands with your legs open.”

“I thought you said to just pee-“

“Pizza! Be a good girl and do as I say.”

More people came to watch, including Clara and the woman whom I assumed to be Alice with her “dog.” They were waiting. I had to get this over with. I leaned back on my hands, pushing my knees outward and baring my pussy to the warm night air and directly to Patrick and Julio who stared at my fuzzy lips and the sensitive, soft inner brown lips that led to my moist hole.

The mask hid my red face as I began to piss. I forced it out in a long stream, or tried to, so that it would launch, rather than run down my buttocks. It did a bit of both. The stream sprayed out of me steadily, a lit more clear than yellow and didn’t stop for almost ten seconds. The last few drops definitely landed on me.

“Damn,” Julio said, visibly hard in his pants. “That was really hot. I’d love to reward Pizza if that’s okay.”

Ned smiled and nodded then without warning, Julio got down onto the ground, right where I had peed and began to sniff and lick my pussy clean.

I was so shocked that I closed my legs, but Julio grabbed them and held them open. I could hear Ned’s approval and another “good girl.”

Julio’s soft, warm tongue lapped at me, tickled and caressed my clitoris which had formally been hiding, but was now starting to come out of its hood as he kissed and sucked. A total stranger, licking the pee off my smelly pussy and wetting me with his mouth.

For a moment, I forgot that other people were there and when I remembered, I felt embarrassed again. I felt like such a whore, but how could I not play along? Ned would show the world my pee video if I didn’t let his buddies get a taste. Julio raised up, his chin glistening. I closed my legs and sat in the grass, speechless and slightly turned on. I hated myself for that.

“Here,” Ned said. He had fetched me some water. “Or would you rather more beer?”

I took the water. “I probably need a shot.” I glanced up at him. “Hey, I’m not doing any breeding. I hope you know that.”

Ned pouted but gave a nod. “Maybe next time?”

I wanted to swear at him but Clara was back and this time, she had a toy in her hand--expect it wasn’t a doggy toy, it was an adult toy.

“Does Pizza want to play? Does she?” Clara asked as if she were talking to a real dog.

I almost growled but Ned said, “Pizza, roll over, girl! Show your belly.”

Again, I didn’t have much choice. I got on my back and Ned began to rub my belly and tell me what a good girl I was. Because of the mask’s shape, it was hard to see Clara over Ned but I felt her. I felt her small, shapely fingers go up my thighs and spread them. I felt my bits exposed to the air again.

“What—” But before I could ask, I felt her elegant fingers between to play with my enlarged clit and the wavy curtains of my soft inner lips. She ran fingers gently over me, playing with my body in a soft and sensual way that only another woman knew how to do. I bit my lip under the mask. She teased me till I squirmed, and it wasn’t from the belly rubs. Clara removed her fingers and replaced it with the vibrator she brought over. It made me gasp and moan softly.

I hated that it felt so good. She pressed it right up against my clit, stimulating it into a bigger erection. I knew if she kept it up, my vagina would become wet with fluid.

“Good girl, that feel good? It’ll help you relax,” Clara said.

Ned moved his hands to my tits and began to pinch my nipples and slap my breasts around as Clara teased and pleased me. I didn’t want to answer her but it did feel good. I felt her small fingers play with my opening. My vaginal hole had become wet from the vibration.

I knew everyone was watching. Soon, Clara began to press on my lower abdomen. She knew what she was doing because the pressure in my bladder was already building again.

“You should try releasing when you are close to coming,” Clara said.

“You want me to pee while orgasming?” I asked.

“Or try. I promise you it’s the best.”

I wondered how many times she’d done it. Clara moved her hand from my abdomen and back to my pussy where she slipped in one, then two fingers, still playing with the vibrator. I was glad her hands were small. She easily fingered me, flexing her hand so that the tips of her digits brushed the bunches of nerves just past my entrance. That spot always made me feel funny. I groaned for her.

I really had to pee again.

“Here, let us help,” came Julio’s voice.

Both Patrick and Julio grabbed one of my legs and bent me at the knee and held them open so that I was spread wider as I laid there on the grass. It made everything feel more intense. Clara kept fingering me till I was bucking with the pleasure of it, then she removed her fingers and pressed on my bladder again.

This time, I couldn’t hold it. I moaned—both from the orgasm and the release of my pee squirting everywhere. I laid there naked and pissing with my legs wide open while everyone watched me. Patrick rubbed my inner thigh and I could hear Ned whispering to me that I was a good girl as I peed everywhere. I kept going till my pee sputtered and trickled down my pussy in the last few drops.

Clara smiled big and let me up. She was covered in my pee. I had found her kink, golden showers. I got on all fours and three more times, I had to pee really badly and all three times, people had gathered to watch the “new dog” piss. On the last pee, a different guest asked me to sit on the small concrete stairs that led into the house. They wanted to watch my golden stream flow down the steps. I did and my pee turned the concrete a dark grey.

My torture only lasted a few hours like Ned said. During that time, I got to see Alice play with her dog, “Max.” He pleased his mistress and let himself be jacked off till he came everywhere like a “good boy.” He even let guest play with his ass and stick various toys inside while he ate out whoever commanded him to.

Eventually, my bladder ran out and the night grew late. I was over it but at least saved myself the humiliation of Ned sharing his video of me. I went to him; Ned sat nearby, chatting with the few guests that hadn’t left already.

“It’s late and I’m done,” I said.

Ned nodded. “You did really good, actually. Very hot.”

I stayed silent in my mask for a moment then sighed. “Just delete the video of me.”

Ned seemed disappointed but broke out his phone and let me watch as he deleted the video of me peeing.

“Shame, this was the best one,” he said. “You know, you’re always welcome to have some fun with us if you want.”

I looked at the remaining guests. They weren’t so bad but I didn’t want to make any promises.

“I’ll think about it,” I said.

“Fair enough,” said Ned.

He took me back into the house where I changed into my clothes again. I was exhausted. I opened the door to the bedroom and Ned was there, a wad of bills in his hand.

“What’s this?”

“Tips you made.”

“What, really?” I raised a brow but took the money. I counted at least $4oo

“Yeah. We like to show our appreciation,” he said, unironically. “Let me walk you back to your car. After that, you don’t have to see me again but…”

“But what?”

“But, if you ever feel like you want to play again…you know where to find me.”

I pursed my lips then spoke. “Don’t ever tell or show anyone else what we did here tonight, or I’ll find you again.” I waved my wad money, said my goodbye, and left the house.

Ned watched me from the doorstep. I got in my car and saw I had a text from my roommate. It read, “You good? Meet your friend?”

I texted her back. “Yeah, I’m good,” I wrote, starting my car up. “We had a Pizza party.”