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“Office Games” (part 1)
Posted by Writer on January 12, 1998
Margaret Jenkins is 39 years old, unmarried and unattached, serious and respectable in her appearance, her behaviour, her job. She is a senior executive in a firm of financial consultants, in charge of a staff of 40. She also has a habit that she has successfully kept secret…until just the other day.
At 4 pm last Friday, Margaret stood up at her desk, and stepped out of her private office (which had a window overlooking the nearby park). The proposal she was making needed about two hours’ more of routine work, good going to finish by the end of the week But there was something she needed to do now, something urgent. She walked through the open-floor-plan office and toward the restroom. “Yes,” she thought with satisfaction, “the laxative has done its job nicely. I might not make it. Never mind, I’ll have the restroom to myself now in case I have an accident and need to clean up.”
Not wishing to hurry unnecessarily, she stopped briefly at the water fountain and wished a good weekend to one of the junior staff. Then, realising her need, Margaret wasted no more time. She’d just made it into the cubicle and threw the bolt when the pressure in her bowels became too much for her to contain. The got the hem of her skirt and underskirt up to her waist, out of harm’s way, but before she could get her knickers down it came.
“Sssssppppllllll…Ssssppplllluuu…Ssssppplllluuurrrrr…Sssssppplllluuurrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhh!” Four big dollops of soft, damp and very smelly pooh were fired out in rapid succession from her anus, straight into the expensive, cream-coloured satin knickers. As if in shock, Margaret sat down hard onto the seat, and with that another partial load was expelled. The warm, soggy mess squished around inside her garment, oozed out from under the elastic, and crept along the tops of her thighs toward her stockings. “Oh, no…oh, shit!” she said out loud, “my lovely new drawers are ruined, and all because I stopped for a few moments just outside. But what a feeling! Wow, this is the best yet…it’s about to make me come. Oh God, yes, I’m already hot and wet, it’s fantastic! I’ll really enjoy this!”
For the next few minutes Marga squirmed and squirmed, mashing the brown mess more and more, and wanked herself with a fury that she was sure no man could ever beat. Two fingers of one hand were ramming frantically up her dripping sex while she held it open with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand. “Oh, yes, that’s it!” she moaned. “Fuck me, fuck me like that!”
After an explosive climax, it took Margaret a while to calm herself and begin the task of cleaning up. But she was well prepared. Carefully she removed her ruined panties, then took out several paper towels from her bag. She wiped her hands, and between her legs, paying close attention to her stockings and shoes. She then put the panties in a resealable poly-bag, and the rest of the messy stuff into a larger one. “Not too bad,” she observed, “apart from the stink in here no one would know.” But when she emerged from the stall, she realized that she had not been alone in the restroom at all! The cubicle next to hers opened, and a young blonde girl emerged. Susan, the new student from the college…Margaret had forgotten that she would still be in the office. How much had she heard…or smelt?
“Office Games 2”
Posted by Writer on January 14, 1998
The contrast between the two women was large. Margaret was by far senior, in status, salary, and years. She always dressed in a smart business suit with an expensive blouse, her hair neatly put up. She was formal in her behaviour, yet rather shy behind the façade. Despite her strong sexual drive, her upbringing and shyness meant that she was beset by inhibitions and guilt, and had to satisfy her longings on her own.
Susan had an easy, natural manner, with no responsibilities. She was athletic, and popular with the younger guys. Her blonde hair fell to below her shoulders; she wore a simple white cotton T-shirt, and the tightest jeans imaginable on her long, attractive legs. Obviously no bra constrained her shapely breasts, as her nipples jutted proudly through the cotton shirt. No panties were under her jeans, either. Indeed, Susan was sexually liberated and had no inhibitions about satisfying her considerable appetites whenever she had the opportunity.
As they faced each other, Margaret blushed pink, then red, then scarlet at the realization that this young girl must have been aware of what she had been doing. “Oh, the shame to be caught like this,” she thought as tears began to flow down her cheeks. “What can I say, what can I do to save my reputation?” Susan turned and looked Margaret close in the eyes, then smiled and placed her hands gently on the older woman’s shoulders.
“It seems you had a little accident, didn’t you Miss Jenkins?” Susan queried. “A very nice accident, I think. I’m sure you enjoyed it. Let me see what you have there.” She reached for the baggie with Margaret’s soiled panties and opened it. “Oh yes, these are nice knickers – or, they were. Don’t be embarrassed, Miss Jenkins. I’m not shocked or offended that you messed yourself, even if it was on purpose.”
Margaret was dumbstruck by Susan’s actions. “I don’t mind that you bring yourself off in the stall here,” the girl continued. “No, it’s OK, and I won’t tell anyone. It can be a secret between us…as long as you do something for me.”
Marga, in panic and almost in terror, tried to escape to the safety of her office, as though the walls alone were sufficient to protect her from the consequences of her actions. But Susan held her arm and whispered, “Don’t be afraid, Miss Jenkins. I won’t ask you to do anything bad; I’m not blackmailing you for money or information or anything. In fact, I’m sure you’ll enjoy what I’m going to ask you to do.” She released Margaret’s arm. “Go back to your office and stay until all the others have gone – I’m sure you have work to finish, right?”
Without warning, Susan lifted Margaret’s skirt and exposed the older woman’s private area, and opened her mouth in amazement at what she saw. Poor Margaret had not yet put on clean briefs, and blushed in shame once again, that her incredibly hairy crotch was being examined by this young girl. “Lovely, a lovely hairy mound,” exclaimed Susan. “I’m sure you are very sexy. I know we’ll have such fun. I’ll come and see you and we can have a nice little chat. But first I’ll take your clean panties – you won’t need these yet.”
The next two hours dragged for Margaret. She made mistake after mistake in what should have been simple work, such was her anxiety, and it took twice as long to finish. At last everyone had left, and at any moment the girl would return.
In the meantime, Susan had gone back into the restroom. She undid her jeans, taking some time to get them down and off as they were so tight, and pulled on Margaret’s fresh pair of panties. “How I love pooping into my panties,” she cried softly, “but it’s even better to do it on someone else’s. Oh yes, nice pastel-blue cotton ones, but I won’t mess them too badly…” She carefully began to ease a large, reasonably firm load into the seat of Margaret’s panties, but before much of it was out she held it with well-practised muscles, then let a small piece of poop onto the fabric. She pushed down and removed the briefs, and almost deposited the rest of her motion into the pan. She stopped, though; it would be a pity to waste such a good one. It would keep till later, even though the mass in her back passage was a bit uncomfortable.
At least it would matter about the seat of her jeans getting a bit dirty. They were like that most of the time, anyway, as Susan never felt it necessary to wipe herself. As she left the lavatory, she couldn’t help admiring her handiwork. It was a nice three-by-two inch chocolate coloured stain, just where she could feel it, and could be see by anyone glancing at her behind. She went to Miss Jenkins’ office, looking forward to seeing the expression on Margaret’s face.
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