Making a mess in the garden (Watersports)

Sam’s grin was wicked as she leaned forward, her green eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ve been such a good little pet, Suki. But now it’s my turn.” She tapped her chin, pretending to think, though the dare was already clear in her gaze. “You’ve eaten so well tonight, kitten. I bet you’re bursting to pee, aren’t you?”

Suki’s breath hitched. Her bladder had been nagging at her since the last round of drinks, but she’d been too lost in the haze of pleasure and humiliation to acknowledge it. Now, the pressure was undeniable—a warm, insistent weight low in her belly.

Sam’s fingers trailed down Suki’s arm, her voice a teasing purr. “I dare you to go outside and pee in the garden. Right there, in the open, where anyone could see you.”

A whimper escaped Suki’s lips. The thought of exposing herself like that—her lingerie barely covering her, her tail still snug inside her—sent a jolt of panic through her. But beneath the fear, something hotter pulsed between her thighs.

“O-Outside?” Suki’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Mmhmm.” Sam’s grin widened. “In your pretty little kitty outfit. No hiding.”

Allison let out a low whistle. “Damn, Sam. Cold.”

But the others were already shifting, their eyes alight with anticipation. Cathy bit her lip, her blue eyes dark. “You have to do it now, Suki. No backing out.”

Suki’s legs trembled as she rose, the plug shifting inside her, a constant reminder of her submission. The cool air of the house kissed her bare skin, her lingerie doing little to shield her from their hungry stares.

Jo tilted her head, her blind eyes somehow seeing everything. “Don’t worry, kitten. We’ll watch from the window.”

That didn’t help.

With shaky steps, Suki made her way to the back door, the girls trailing behind like a pack of wolves. The night air was crisp against her flushed skin as she stepped onto the dew-damp grass. The garden stretched before her, shadowed but not entirely dark—the motion sensor light from earlier still cast a faint glow near the bridge.

Oh God. What if someone sees?

Her bladder clenched at the thought, making her squirm.

“Go on,” Sam urged from the doorway, her voice thick with amusement. “Find a nice spot and let it out.”

Suki’s breath came in shallow gasps as she picked her way across the grass, her bare feet sinking into the cool earth. The pressure inside her was unbearable now, her thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to hold back.

She stopped near a cluster of bushes, her heart hammering. This was it.

With trembling fingers, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pushing them down just enough to expose herself. The air was cold against her bare skin, making her shiver.

Then—

A warm trickle escaped before she could stop it, a tiny leak betraying her desperation. Suki gasped, her cheeks burning. There was no turning back now.

She let go.

A hot, golden stream burst forth, splashing onto the grass beneath her. The relief was instant, dizzying—her body sagging as the pressure drained away. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet night, her urine pattering against the leaves, the earth drinking it up greedily.

From the window, the girls giggled.

“Look at her,” Erica murmured. “She’s loving it.”

Suki was. The shame should have been overwhelming, but instead, her pussy throbbed, her arousal slick between her thighs. The warmth of her own piss soaking into her panties, the way it trickled down her inner thighs—it was filthy. Degrading.

And she couldn’t stop.

Her stream arched beautifully, glistening in the faint light, her body surrendering completely. She whimpered, her hips rocking slightly, the plug inside her rubbing against her swollen walls with every shuddering breath.

“Good girl,” Sam called, her voice dripping with approval. “Such a pretty little pissing pet.”

Suki’s knees nearly buckled. The words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her climax building embarrassingly fast. She couldn’t—she shouldn’t—

But then Sam's voice cut through the night, dark and commanding. “Touch yourself, Suki. Right there. Let us see you come.”

Suki’s fingers obeyed before her mind could protest, slipping between her soaked thighs, rubbing frantic circles over her clit. The pleasure was immediate, overwhelming—her hips jerking as she chased her release, her piss still dribbling out in weak spurts.

The girls’ cheers were distant, muffled by the roaring in her ears.

Then—

She came with a broken cry, her body convulsing, her thighs drenched in her own mess.

When she finally staggered back inside, her legs weak, her panties clinging to her, the girls descended on her like vultures.

“So fucking hot,” Cathy breathed, her fingers already tracing Suki’s damp skin.

Anita’s smirk was predatory. “Now that’s a good pet.”

Suki could only whimper, her body alight with pleasure and shame.