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“Office Games 3”
Posted by Writer on January 16, 1998
Margaret Jenkins sat in her executive office anticipating whatever was to come next. There was a knock at the door; Susan entered and then locked the door behind her. This time she was carrying a shoulder bag. “I have something for you, Miss Jenkins,” said the girl. “But first draw the curtain.” Margaret did so. “Good. Now strip in front of me, you need to be completely naked.”
Nervously, Margaret took off her jacket, unfastened her skirt and let it drop. Then she undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped it off, then her bra and underskirt, until she was nude except for her stockings and another fresh pair of white knickers. “Those as well, Miss Jenkins,” demanded Susan. “I said completely nude…OK, keep the stockings on.” Marga bit back a cry of shame and forced herself to push her panties down and bare her pussy.
“Now stand in front of the desk and put your hands on it,” the girl ordered. “Lean forward a little. Part your legs so I can examine your ass.” Susan moved closer to Margaret’s bare bum, which still exuded a noticeable poop odour. “Yes, a nice delicate ass, soft but not too plump. Relax your buttocks.” Margaret’s shame was heightened by the crude remarks Susan made about her hairy crotch, the dark cleft between her cheeks, and even worse the traces of brown that were not completely wiped from around her anus.
The girl went to her bag and got a thin latex glove, which she put on her right hand. Then she took out a tube and squirted a bit of its contents onto the glove. Margaret soon felt a cool slimy substance being smeared into her cleft, and then, of all horrors, her sphincter was opened by Susan’s fingers. “Keep relaxed and stand still,” said the girl.
Margaret dared not resist as the fingers penetrated her hear opening and gently, skillfully even, explored inside. To her surprise, Margaret found herself becoming aroused. The little bud inside her vagina became hard and she felt herself moisten. Her juice started to dribble out and she hoped it would not be apparent.
At the same time Susan began to stroke one of Margaret’s breasts with her other hand, circling her fingertips very lightly around the sensitive aureole, all the time converging towards her nipple, and then softly milking it. Susan’s hand then moved slowly down, pausing to probe gently at her belly button, before playing lightly with the thick matting of Margaret’s bush. All the time the digits were worming inside her rectum, making it hard for Margaret not to shudder as the stimulation increased. She now felt a finger caress the outer lips of her vagina, touch her point of entry, and slip easily inside.
Margaret spasmed and the flow of love-juice increased. It was as though the shame and naughtiness were accentuating her response, and she wished the sensitive, probing fingers would penetrate the entire length of her sex. “God, you’re wet inside,” exclaimed Susan, “I can see your juice trickling out. How do you like having fingers in both ends? Does this make you feel sexy, Miss Jenkins?” Margaret gave a cry of shame, and then of frustration as Susan suddenly removed her fingers. Almost immediately something else was being inserted into her rectum, something firm and then another object, long soft and smooth. “I’ve placed something inside of you, Miss Jenkins,” informed the girl. “It will give you some interesting sensations after a half-hour or so. Now put your underclothes back on…yes, your white cotton underskirt will do as a skirt, and this T-shirt I’ve brought for you.
“But I want you to wear your blue cotton panties, that I’ve been keeping for you.” Susan held the carefully-soiled briefs out for Margaret to put on, and looked closely into her face as she did. Margaret stared in amazement at what this young girl had done, actually to take her pretty blue panties, mess in them, and then give them back for her to wear. She was about to refuse but then found she was excited. “I’ll feel her pooh right up against my butt as I walk around in them,” she thought. After she pulled them on she looked round to the mirror, and saw that the dark stain was visible.
Clad in just her panties, bra, underskirt and a T-shirt, Margaret looked and felt vulnerable; but different, freer than when she wore her business suit. The colour and outline of her bra and panties could be made out. To complete the outfit Susan gave her a baseball cap and dark shades, and she put on her white gym shoes. On Susan’s suggestion Margaret drank several cupfuls of water.
“Be careful, Miss Jenkins,” Susan warned, “if you wet yourself your skirt and knickers will be almost transparent. Come now. It’s time we went for a walk together.”
“Office Games 4”
Posted by Writer on January 18, 1998
Margaret and Susan went together to the park, as it was light and still warm. The feel of Susan’s heavy skidmarks in Margaret’s otherwise clean knickers made the older woman feel naughty once again. She was apprehensive, but at the same time was looking forward to whatever might happen. It was one thing to poop or pee her panties where she felt safe and hidden from view, but how would she cope with an accident out here, with normal people seeing what was happening?
After a while as they walked around, the water and the contents of Margaret’s rectum made their presence felt. She was starting to walk awkwardly and realized that she would have to be careful so as to avoid wetting her knickers. All the time they were holding hands, and Susan was holding her with a grip firm enough to stop her from rushing to the toilets. Soon, Margaret knew that she couldn’t wait much longer. Her bowels were feeling surprisingly full, since she had defecated heavily just earlier that afternoon. She was able to relieve the pressure by releasing some gas every minute or so, but that was more embarrassing for her and Susan remarked each time the tell-tale sound “ssspppllllltttzzzzzzzz” emerged. Every now and then the mass in her bowel seemed to slosh and churgle around, making her feel as though she was going to lose control, but it was mainly gas that escaped.
The pressure in her bladder was a different matter. “I need to go to the bathroom, Susan,” Margaret pleaded. “I need to pee. Please let me go.”
“No,” answered the girl. “I want you to pee a little bit in your panties while we walk along.” Margaret’s bladder was so full that only by effort of will could she hold it. A soccer ball bounced across their path, followed by two young lads chasing after it. The distraction caused Margaret to lose concentration and she momentarily released her bladder muscles. A dribble escaped but she was just able to arrest the flow. She was sure nothing would be visible from outside, but she was aware of a delicious, warm dampness inside her panties. However, this only stimulated further relaxation, and a larger squirt made the wetness grow and a few drops trickled down the inside of her legs. The relief did not last as she had to dodge the soccer ball which, she was sure, being kicked deliberately towards them. Another squirt made a small visible patch on her skirt; of course, it also increased Margaret’s desire to empty her bladder fully.
The public toilets were now in sight, only a hundred yards away, and at last Susan let her go. But as soon as Margaret tried to hurry she found it was harder to hold back the pressure, and even more dribbles were released into her panties. Although she enjoyed and was aroused by the warm wetness around her crotch, and the way her panties clung to her, she was still frightened by the prospect of disgracing herself in public. She was able to keep most of it back, and she was sure it wasn’t too obvious unless someone looked closely at her and saw how awkwardly she was walking.
Just as she was approaching the door to the ladies’ room she seemed to lose concentration for a moment. What was really going through her mind was that she had seen a lady enter the restroom a few minutes earlier, and imagined how the woman would react if she came out to see Margaret lose control just outside. “It wouldn’t seem so bad like that,” she thought, “yes, the idea of it…it’s so dirty.” The woman had looked quite attractive, about 50 years old, with dark hair, cropped short. What intrigued Margaret most was that she was wearing a bright shiny blue PVC raincoat, even though it was dry that day. The idea of drenching her panties in front of her became a temptation too strong to resist. “I shouldn’t do it,” Margaret said to herself, “but I’m going to!”
With her goal apparently just a few feet from her Margaret stopped and crossed her legs, as though she could not walk one more step. She waited a few minutes, and as soon as she heard the woman’s footsteps approaching the door she relaxed and let the floodgates open. Her pee gushed out, drenching her panties and pouring out through the gusset in a stream that burbled, splashed and formed a large pool at her feet. As she exited the loo, the lady got a full view of Margaret’s disgrace, and as the flood subsided, Margaret was filled with shame and guilt, and began to sob.
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