Lets play a game: Part 9 - Meet the Neighbor

[Vassal 1,471]

Cassandra was on the cusp of thirty and was living on the block for a year when Kim and Jack moved in next door. A recent divorcee Cassandra had won a large settlement from her abusive husband and was able to afford the house, complete with a pool and open outdoor shower. The curly haired blonde was of average height and her heavy, large breasts were the envy of all the maids that worked for her. She owned a cleaning company you see, another thing won in the settlement, not only was her husband beating her, he was also sleeping with one of her maids. The reason for the domestic abuse was a bit of a different situation that most might think, for Cassandra had a secret only a few people knew.

Ever since she and her sister were little they would use anything they wanted to be their toilet. A unique situation brought on by growing up on a farm and liberal parents. Their parents were often out in the fields working leaving Cassie and her sister, Stephanie, to run around as they pleased. Needless to say the girls got used to their freedom and never wanted for the toilet, instead pulling down their panties and peeing on the ground, which progressed to inside the barns and ultimately far corners of the house. The insatiable behavior became apparent to their mother and father who encouraged it, finding it as enjoyable as their daughters did. They themselves peed in unorthodox places around the farm. Cassie often wondered if they were doing it in secret long before the girls were. It wouldn't be strange to visit the house find various puddles and stains around the house. The girls didn't take long to find the joy of wetting themselves either, whether it was out of laziness or some other need, Cassie in particular, would fail to remove her lower garments before opening her pee hole and letting loose. Her ex, however wasn't as free as they were. She knew he wouldn't approve of her activities and reluctantly used the toilets, the things we do for love as they say. Cassie tried to keep her bathroom habits a secret. Owning the maid company gave her a lot of freedom and the means to clean up after herself. In between house inspections she'd find herself home alone for lunch and rush up to their bedroom after holding all day. Her favorite spot was her personal walk in closet. Her husband had no reason to go in there. She loved to run up the stairs, maybe losing a spurt or two into her panties as she climbed, kicking off her shoes as she went. Once inside the closet she'd pull down her pants, leaving her damp panties on and squat over the carpet. Trying not to wet her pants, as she had to return to work, she'd hold out until the last moment and just explode right into her panties. The material darkening instantly as a torrent of hot urine poured out of them into a messy splash on the carpet, struggling to absorb her liquid. She loved how it felt, the material of her panties absorbing the pee as best they could, working its way up around her pussy, up and around her bum, tickling her asshole as the pee gave way to gravity and fell back down. Often times she found herself masturbating through her wet panties, climaxing before pulling up her pants over her sodden panties, a naughty reminder while she worked.

These secret toilets continued for a few months until Cassie got careless. One day she held out for too long and got home too late. She wasn't able to make it upstairs, hell she wasn't even able to close the door or pull her pants off before she was gushing urine right there in the middle of the foyer, hot pee pouring down her legs as she struggled to gain control. She finally made it to a side room, leaving a trail of piss as she ran. Leaving her soaked pants on she sat right down onto the carpet and let loose the contents of her aching bladder. She was absolutely soaked, her pants glistening at every wave of pee she released. This was too much for Cassie and she found her hands digging furiously into her pants, fighting to get deep in her sopping pussy, urine flowing between her fingers. Just as she was about to cum she heard him and it was obvious what was going on. He was an angry man. This had put a stop to Cassie's activities, she was too fearful. She was glad she found out about the affair and life was now returning somewhat back to normal. New house, plenty of alimony and now new neighbors.

She was out at the pool when she heard them, Jack and Kim coming back from their swim at the stream. Curious as to the commotion on the other side of the fence she found herself at the knot hole in the fence between the two properties. Gasping as she gazed through she was treated with a view of Kim openly wetting her bathing-suit and Jack fingerbanging her to orgasm. Cassie's heart was pounding at this wanton display. Ever since the beating she hadn't peed in anything but the toilet and hadn't even masturbated, let alone have sex with her husband, he thought her too dirty. The memory of her husband crept to her head and she banished the thought of wetting her bikini right there from her head, but she was curious to see what the couple would do next. Reluctantly she went inside to the downstairs bathroom. Pulling down her bikini bottoms, with a disappointed sigh, she started to place her butt on the toilet seat when she paused. She smiled, she was divorced now, she could pee wherever she wanted and she pulled up her bikini bottoms tightly over her mound. “This can wait for later,” she thought as she made her way back to the pool, adding more water to her bladder as she went.

Later that evening she found herself peering through the knot hole again, bent over with her ass in the air. Her backyard was fenced in as well and she had all the privacy in the world. She gasped as she watched the couple peeing freely where they sat as they ate dinner and before long watching the pissy displays caught up to Cassie and she was beyond in need of the toilet. Deciding to finally free herself from her husband her knees buckled and she lost control of her bladder, emptying the contents right there in her bikini bottoms as she stood spying on the naked couple. The pent up feeling was intense and she quickly stood up and closed her legs together, spraying the inside of her thighs and legs, her stream snaking its way up her slit and its warm trickle tickling her clitoris. She came instantly, clasping her hand over her mouth to stifle her scream. Her knees completely gave way and she found herself sitting on her patio still peeing into her soaked bikini, now completely immersed in its puddle. Bringing her hand down to her crotch she furiously rubbed at her clit while fingering her pussy with the other hand from the outside of her bottoms, orgasming again she collapsed completely in her puddle as the last trickles of urine dribbled from out between her lips.

After a couple minutes of panting and just relishing lying in her own puddle, it started to rain. As she slowly got up on her weak knees she thought she heard a loud splash from the other side of the fence. Gathering up her things she made her way indoors. “God I missed this, wish I never married that asshole,” she said aloud. Stripping off her bikini she threw it in a wet splat on the tiled floor of her kitchen before she chugged as much water as she could. It was going to be a very eventful night. Cassie made some dinner in the nude and ate while she let her bladder fill up. She knew exactly where she was going to pee inside the house and for the first time in 2 years it wasn't going to be the toilet. Leaving the dirty dishes in the sink and on the table she made her way to her bedroom's second, unused, large walk-in closet. “This is going to be my first toilet,” she thought as she plopped down on the plush carpeting. Rubbing her hand over the cream colored carpet she grasped one of her pillowy breasts, squeezing it gently, wondering how the carpet was going to deal with what she was going to do to it. Wiggling her butt into the piling she liked how it felt on her bare bottom and how it tickled her labia. Remembering the last time she peed inside like this fear rose up in her stomach as she tried to release the hold on her bladder, but only a small trickle came out and easily rolled down her hairless lips and onto her butt. This wouldn't do she thought and tried to push, a little more came out. “Maybe its the position,” she thought to herself as she stood up in a low squat, licking her lips at the small dark spots that formed below her. A few trickles came out and tendrils of urine made their way down her cheeks, dripping on the carpet below. Pushing harder this time her stream finally started to flow, shooting out a couple feet before her, the carpet thirstily lapping up the hot pee as it issued forth messily from between her legs. Arching back she aimed her pussy stream at the carpet below her creating a big enough puddle for her to sit in with a loud splat. Wiggling her butt yet again, this time in the puddle, she squealed at the squelching noise as she rubbed her ass in the hot wet carpet. As she wiggled, her pee stream arched over the carpet making trailing wetspots and soaking her thighs. Suddenly a naughty thought came to her mind, she had an urge to get soaked. Cutting off her flow she crawled her way to the closet wall and sat on her back, positioning up against the wall so her pussy was up over her body. It took no effort for her to pee again, this time arching up like a beautiful fountain and the stream pounding itself all over her breasts. Cassie couldn't help but rub the piss furiously into her breasts, mashing them slippery together while grasping at her nipples. Arching her hips further she directed the stream up her chest and finally right onto her face opening her mouth to catch her golden shower, trying to drink as much of the hot salty liquid as possible as she moved her stream up into her hair. Her stream started to dwindle and made its way back across her chest, lazily dribbling down her stomach before finally ceasing. Her hands moved down from her breasts and she tried to force as many fingers as she could into her vagina. It didn't take long before she brought herself to a screaming orgasm, lying in her own puddle of piss in her spare closet. Before long the pee started to cool down, signaling her to get up and survey the damage, gazing at the large dark stain on the white carpet before running downstairs, leaving a dripping trail as she went, to drink a couple more glasses of water.

It didn't take long for her bladder to fill up again and she decided to clean up the kitchen. As she cleaned up the table she grabbed her plate and set it on the floor of the kitchen. Squatting over it she started to pee, just a little bit to fill it up, her goal was to try not to overflow it onto the floor. Cutting off her stream she found she was successful and carefully lifting up the plate to the sink, dumping the contents onto the dishes below. This gave her another idea. She climbed up onto the counter and squatted over the sink, and all her dirty dishes. She was going to give them a special presoak solution as she fired a lazer beam of piss loudly into the sink, metal drumming and hissing filling the kitchen as she swayed her hips side to side to make sure everything got a coating of her pee, filling up one of the cups in the process. Hopping down she proceeded to wash the dishes and as soon as the need presented itself she simply peed where she was standing, delighting in the hot urine splashing her legs and pooling around her feet while letting out a satisfied sigh. It had been ages since she peed while washing the dishes. She and her sister used to fight as to who would get the chore, their favorite activity was peeing while doing everyday things. It usually meant that they got to pee right in whatever clothing they had worn that day. Jeans were a special treat since they couldn't outright wet them when they were away from the farm. Usually if they wore skirts they'd find a discrete location, an empty courtyard, lonely bench or sit down right in the middle of the grassy quad and pee under their skirts with the other students passed by none the wiser. Cassie and her sister would hold their pee in for most of the afternoon before coming home from college classes. More often than not the girls would find themselves caught short on the car ride home. The car was a hand me down from their mother and was plenty beat up and dirty from all the farm chores. On car rides to and from town their mother made sure to keep a couple of towels handy, just in case you see. It wouldn't be the first time the girls peed right there in the seats on the way home, only this time the girls forgoed the towels, soaking the seats or car carpet instead.

Coming back to the present, Cassie finished up washing the dishes. As she pulled the drain plug she moved her hand down to her dripping lips and pulled them apart, firing a couple spurts of pee against the cabinet in front of her, splashing the front of her thighs in the process. Grabbing a glass she filled up again, grabbed her laptop and went into the living room. Plopping her bare bottom down onto the couch she opened up her web browser, searching for some long underused but familiar terms. Loading up video after video of other girls choosing non-traditional locations for their toilets. Her favorite videos were those of amateur girls filming themselves from the waist down in their bedrooms, squatting over their carpets or towels and letting loose right before fingering their pink pussies until they came. Watching the young ladies relieve themselves had the usual affect on her bladder and Cassie had no trouble giving her body what it wanted. With a sigh she relaxed her pee hole and let her hot piss flow out between her lower lips and splash onto the couch cushion below her, giggling as her urine pooled up beneath her before finally being absorbed into the material. Leaning back her stream arced forward and splashed her thighs, warming up her damp skin in the process. Cutting off the flow and setting her laptop aside she scooted forward on the couch and aimed her pussy at the floor, resuming the flow, she shot a long arc of piss out onto the carpet, clutching her breast as she listened to the splashing before her. Finishing her pee on her carpet she got up and ran back to the kitchen to fill up again on water.

It was starting to get late and Cassie decided she had better turn in for the night. After peeing in her closet, kitchen and living room she had one more piss to do before she went to bed. This time she found herself in the bathroom. Gazing at the toilet she pulled down the lid, for good, and went to sit down on top of it. The Pavlovian response was enough and she lost control of her bladder, spraying the top of the lid before she even sat down.. As her butt connected with the cold plastic the urine was cascading over the lid and onto the floor, pooling at her feet below. This brazen misuse of the toilet was a last moment of defiance against her ex-husband. What would he think now if he had known the house his money had paid for now had several puddles of his ex-wife's pee lying about. Spreading her legs, Cassie leaned back and sprayed her piss onto the wall next to the toilet, wiggling her hips easily in the puddle left on the lid she soaked the wall, laughing as the pee dripped down onto the tiled floor, joining the puddle under the toilet. Once again her fingers found themselves rubbing her wet lips and entered her warm vagina, fingering herself to an easy orgasm. Now satisfied she got up, splashing her feet through her puddle and brushed her teeth before going to bed, filling up her bladder, of course, on the way. As she was falling asleep she thought she would have to call one of her maids to come and clean up her mess and she knew just the one to call.

[Fyrman 16]

Cassandra was on the cusp of thirty and was living on the block for a year when Kim and Jack moved in next door. A recent divorcee Cassandra had won a large settlement from her abusive husband and was able to afford the house, complete with a pool and open outdoor shower. The curly haired blonde was of average height and her heavy, large breasts were the envy of all the maids that worked for her. She owned a cleaning company you see, another thing won in the settlement, not only was her husband beating her, he was also sleeping with one of her maids. The reason for the domestic abuse was a bit of a different situation that most might think, for Cassandra had a secret only a few people knew.

Ever since she and her sister were little they would use anything they wanted to be their toilet. A unique situation brought on by growing up on a farm and liberal parents. Their parents were often out in the fields working leaving Cassie and her sister, Stephanie, to run around as they pleased. Needless to say the girls got used to their freedom and never wanted for the toilet, instead pulling down their panties and peeing on the ground, which progressed to inside the barns and ultimately far corners of the house. The insatiable behavior became apparent to their mother and father who encouraged it, finding it as enjoyable as their daughters did. They themselves peed in unorthodox places around the farm. Cassie often wondered if they were doing it in secret long before the girls were. It wouldn't be strange to visit the house find various puddles and stains around the house. The girls didn't take long to find the joy of wetting themselves either, whether it was out of laziness or some other need, Cassie in particular, would fail to remove her lower garments before opening her pee hole and letting loose. Her ex, however wasn't as free as they were. She knew he wouldn't approve of her activities and reluctantly used the toilets, the things we do for love as they say. Cassie tried to keep her bathroom habits a secret. Owning the maid company gave her a lot of freedom and the means to clean up after herself. In between house inspections she'd find herself home alone for lunch and rush up to their bedroom after holding all day. Her favorite spot was her personal walk in closet. Her husband had no reason to go in there. She loved to run up the stairs, maybe losing a spurt or two into her panties as she climbed, kicking off her shoes as she went. Once inside the closet she'd pull down her pants, leaving her damp panties on and squat over the carpet. Trying not to wet her pants, as she had to return to work, she'd hold out until the last moment and just explode right into her panties. The material darkening instantly as a torrent of hot urine poured out of them into a messy splash on the carpet, struggling to absorb her liquid. She loved how it felt, the material of her panties absorbing the pee as best they could, working its way up around her pussy, up and around her bum, tickling her asshole as the pee gave way to gravity and fell back down. Often times she found herself masturbating through her wet panties, climaxing before pulling up her pants over her sodden panties, a naughty reminder while she worked.

These secret toilets continued for a few months until Cassie got careless. One day she held out for too long and got home too late. She wasn't able to make it upstairs, hell she wasn't even able to close the door or pull her pants off before she was gushing urine right there in the middle of the foyer, hot pee pouring down her legs as she struggled to gain control. She finally made it to a side room, leaving a trail of piss as she ran. Leaving her soaked pants on she sat right down onto the carpet and let loose the contents of her aching bladder. She was absolutely soaked, her pants glistening at every wave of pee she released. This was too much for Cassie and she found her hands digging furiously into her pants, fighting to get deep in her sopping pussy, urine flowing between her fingers. Just as she was about to cum she heard him and it was obvious what was going on. He was an angry man. This had put a stop to Cassie's activities, she was too fearful. She was glad she found out about the affair and life was now returning somewhat back to normal. New house, plenty of alimony and now new neighbors.

She was out at the pool when she heard them, Jack and Kim coming back from their swim at the stream. Curious as to the commotion on the other side of the fence she found herself at the knot hole in the fence between the two properties. Gasping as she gazed through she was treated with a view of Kim openly wetting her bathing-suit and Jack fingerbanging her to orgasm. Cassie's heart was pounding at this wanton display. Ever since the beating she hadn't peed in anything but the toilet and hadn't even masturbated, let alone have sex with her husband, he thought her too dirty. The memory of her husband crept to her head and she banished the thought of wetting her bikini right there from her head, but she was curious to see what the couple would do next. Reluctantly she went inside to the downstairs bathroom. Pulling down her bikini bottoms, with a disappointed sigh, she started to place her butt on the toilet seat when she paused. She smiled, she was divorced now, she could pee wherever she wanted and she pulled up her bikini bottoms tightly over her mound. “This can wait for later,” she thought as she made her way back to the pool, adding more water to her bladder as she went.

Later that evening she found herself peering through the knot hole again, bent over with her ass in the air. Her backyard was fenced in as well and she had all the privacy in the world. She gasped as she watched the couple peeing freely where they sat as they ate dinner and before long watching the pissy displays caught up to Cassie and she was beyond in need of the toilet. Deciding to finally free herself from her husband her knees buckled and she lost control of her bladder, emptying the contents right there in her bikini bottoms as she stood spying on the naked couple. The pent up feeling was intense and she quickly stood up and closed her legs together, spraying the inside of her thighs and legs, her stream snaking its way up her slit and its warm trickle tickling her clitoris. She came instantly, clasping her hand over her mouth to stifle her scream. Her knees completely gave way and she found herself sitting on her patio still peeing into her soaked bikini, now completely immersed in its puddle. Bringing her hand down to her crotch she furiously rubbed at her clit while fingering her pussy with the other hand from the outside of her bottoms, orgasming again she collapsed completely in her puddle as the last trickles of urine dribbled from out between her lips.

After a couple minutes of panting and just relishing lying in her own puddle, it started to rain. As she slowly got up on her weak knees she thought she heard a loud splash from the other side of the fence. Gathering up her things she made her way indoors. “God I missed this, wish I never married that asshole,” she said aloud. Stripping off her bikini she threw it in a wet splat on the tiled floor of her kitchen before she chugged as much water as she could. It was going to be a very eventful night. Cassie made some dinner in the nude and ate while she let her bladder fill up. She knew exactly where she was going to pee inside the house and for the first time in 2 years it wasn't going to be the toilet. Leaving the dirty dishes in the sink and on the table she made her way to her bedroom's second, unused, large walk-in closet. “This is going to be my first toilet,” she thought as she plopped down on the plush carpeting. Rubbing her hand over the cream colored carpet she grasped one of her pillowy breasts, squeezing it gently, wondering how the carpet was going to deal with what she was going to do to it. Wiggling her butt into the piling she liked how it felt on her bare bottom and how it tickled her labia. Remembering the last time she peed inside like this fear rose up in her stomach as she tried to release the hold on her bladder, but only a small trickle came out and easily rolled down her hairless lips and onto her butt. This wouldn't do she thought and tried to push, a little more came out. “Maybe its the position,” she thought to herself as she stood up in a low squat, licking her lips at the small dark spots that formed below her. A few trickles came out and tendrils of urine made their way down her cheeks, dripping on the carpet below. Pushing harder this time her stream finally started to flow, shooting out a couple feet before her, the carpet thirstily lapping up the hot pee as it issued forth messily from between her legs. Arching back she aimed her pussy stream at the carpet below her creating a big enough puddle for her to sit in with a loud splat. Wiggling her butt yet again, this time in the puddle, she squealed at the squelching noise as she rubbed her ass in the hot wet carpet. As she wiggled, her pee stream arched over the carpet making trailing wetspots and soaking her thighs. Suddenly a naughty thought came to her mind, she had an urge to get soaked. Cutting off her flow she crawled her way to the closet wall and sat on her back, positioning up against the wall so her pussy was up over her body. It took no effort for her to pee again, this time arching up like a beautiful fountain and the stream pounding itself all over her breasts. Cassie couldn't help but rub the piss furiously into her breasts, mashing them slippery together while grasping at her nipples. Arching her hips further she directed the stream up her chest and finally right onto her face opening her mouth to catch her golden shower, trying to drink as much of the hot salty liquid as possible as she moved her stream up into her hair. Her stream started to dwindle and made its way back across her chest, lazily dribbling down her stomach before finally ceasing. Her hands moved down from her breasts and she tried to force as many fingers as she could into her vagina. It didn't take long before she brought herself to a screaming orgasm, lying in her own puddle of piss in her spare closet. Before long the pee started to cool down, signaling her to get up and survey the damage, gazing at the large dark stain on the white carpet before running downstairs, leaving a dripping trail as she went, to drink a couple more glasses of water.

It didn't take long for her bladder to fill up again and she decided to clean up the kitchen. As she cleaned up the table she grabbed her plate and set it on the floor of the kitchen. Squatting over it she started to pee, just a little bit to fill it up, her goal was to try not to overflow it onto the floor. Cutting off her stream she found she was successful and carefully lifting up the plate to the sink, dumping the contents onto the dishes below. This gave her another idea. She climbed up onto the counter and squatted over the sink, and all her dirty dishes. She was going to give them a special presoak solution as she fired a lazer beam of piss loudly into the sink, metal drumming and hissing filling the kitchen as she swayed her hips side to side to make sure everything got a coating of her pee, filling up one of the cups in the process. Hopping down she proceeded to wash the dishes and as soon as the need presented itself she simply peed where she was standing, delighting in the hot urine splashing her legs and pooling around her feet while letting out a satisfied sigh. It had been ages since she peed while washing the dishes. She and her sister used to fight as to who would get the chore, their favorite activity was peeing while doing everyday things. It usually meant that they got to pee right in whatever clothing they had worn that day. Jeans were a special treat since they couldn't outright wet them when they were away from the farm. Usually if they wore skirts they'd find a discrete location, an empty courtyard, lonely bench or sit down right in the middle of the grassy quad and pee under their skirts with the other students passed by none the wiser. Cassie and her sister would hold their pee in for most of the afternoon before coming home from college classes. More often than not the girls would find themselves caught short on the car ride home. The car was a hand me down from their mother and was plenty beat up and dirty from all the farm chores. On car rides to and from town their mother made sure to keep a couple of towels handy, just in case you see. It wouldn't be the first time the girls peed right there in the seats on the way home, only this time the girls forgoed the towels, soaking the seats or car carpet instead.

Coming back to the present, Cassie finished up washing the dishes. As she pulled the drain plug she moved her hand down to her dripping lips and pulled them apart, firing a couple spurts of pee against the cabinet in front of her, splashing the front of her thighs in the process. Grabbing a glass she filled up again, grabbed her laptop and went into the living room. Plopping her bare bottom down onto the couch she opened up her web browser, searching for some long underused but familiar terms. Loading up video after video of other girls choosing non-traditional locations for their toilets. Her favorite videos were those of amateur girls filming themselves from the waist down in their bedrooms, squatting over their carpets or towels and letting loose right before fingering their pink pussies until they came. Watching the young ladies relieve themselves had the usual affect on her bladder and Cassie had no trouble giving her body what it wanted. With a sigh she relaxed her pee hole and let her hot piss flow out between her lower lips and splash onto the couch cushion below her, giggling as her urine pooled up beneath her before finally being absorbed into the material. Leaning back her stream arced forward and splashed her thighs, warming up her damp skin in the process. Cutting off the flow and setting her laptop aside she scooted forward on the couch and aimed her pussy at the floor, resuming the flow, she shot a long arc of piss out onto the carpet, clutching her breast as she listened to the splashing before her. Finishing her pee on her carpet she got up and ran back to the kitchen to fill up again on water.

It was starting to get late and Cassie decided she had better turn in for the night. After peeing in her closet, kitchen and living room she had one more piss to do before she went to bed. This time she found herself in the bathroom. Gazing at the toilet she pulled down the lid, for good, and went to sit down on top of it. The Pavlovian response was enough and she lost control of her bladder, spraying the top of the lid before she even sat down.. As her butt connected with the cold plastic the urine was cascading over the lid and onto the floor, pooling at her feet below. This brazen misuse of the toilet was a last moment of defiance against her ex-husband. What would he think now if he had known the house his money had paid for now had several puddles of his ex-wife's pee lying about. Spreading her legs, Cassie leaned back and sprayed her piss onto the wall next to the toilet, wiggling her hips easily in the puddle left on the lid she soaked the wall, laughing as the pee dripped down onto the tiled floor, joining the puddle under the toilet. Once again her fingers found themselves rubbing her wet lips and entered her warm vagina, fingering herself to an easy orgasm. Now satisfied she got up, splashing her feet through her puddle and brushed her teeth before going to bed, filling up her bladder, of course, on the way. As she was falling asleep she thought she would have to call one of her maids to come and clean up her mess and she knew just the one to call.

@Vassal

That was an AWESOME story. Very well written. Great background sections, keeps the reader interested. Please continue with part 10, can't wait to get to read it too.

[wetwulf 3,324]

Another amazing chapter. I look forward to the day the neighbors officially meet. Well done.