Posted by Toby on December 21, 2003 at 12:26 [81.102.55.21]
I put these two parts together as Part 2 is only short and I didn't want you to feel short changed....
Part 2
Polo was never David’s game he couldn’t understand why it was so popular with the upper classes. Lady Cynthia liked to go to watch the games and flirt with the eligible young bachelors that frequented the events. She was popular with the men as she was young, very attractive, rich and unattached. David got out of the Rolls. It would be some time before she returned he could hear the game from the fields where the car was parked. He thought he had better take a look underneath the car as he had heard a rattling sound earlier on. It might be something he could fix. He got out an inspection mirror from the back of the car, put on his overall‘s, lay down and pulled himself underneath to have a look.
Cynthia had enjoyed herself today she flirted with that handsome young Austin Fleming and he was showing an interest in her. Perhaps the next time they met she would…. She felt a twinge with told her she ought to find the ladies toilet soon and with that she got up and made her way to the facilities. However she found a queue outside the one cubicle provided. Grimly she realised she had left it too late. She moved from foot to foot as her bladder contracted a little a small spurt of pee soaked into her knickers. ‘Damn,’ she thought and looked around for an alternative. ‘Beside the car’. With that she tiptoed trying not to trip as she went back to the car trying to walk with her legs closed as best she could. Despite her efforts another spurt of pee wet her gusset and a drop ran down her thigh. Soon she felt the ‘tell tale’ nudge in her bottom.
“Shit” she said aloud. And almost ran to the Rolls. She reached the car but there was no sign of David. She cursed as she felt another longer spurt squirt into her gusset the warm drips running down both legs. “Oh no not again” she squealed quietly. She lifted her dress and squatted down as low as she could. Within seconds she pissed a long thick stream of water though her knickers and splashing into the ground below. Cynthia gave a sigh of relief despite the water splashing over her shoes and legs but she knew the worst was yet to come.
Before she finished a large turd eased its way into her knickers making her grunt loudly in her constricted position.
“Eergh… damn I’m shitting in my knickers” She cursed quietly to herself. She felt the turd squash against the material and ooze slowly to one side softly caressing her bottom as it moved. “Uh!”she grunted as a second push forced the soft mess out of one leg hole. Soon a third gasp marked the end of her plight as Cynthia squatted and wondered what to do next.
David heard footsteps in the grass on the other side of the car but took little notice, as it could have been anyone. Then he noticed a shapely pair of calves wandering back and forth until they stopped. Her feet parted and soon David was treated to the view of beautiful rounded buttocks and thighs squatting down revealing a tight pair of close hugging white cotton knickers.
He said nothing as he saw a large dark patch spread from her gusset and then a torrent burst forth from the centre and the young lady pissed herself by the car. Then he heard a couple of curses and mutterings as a faint grunt announced the arrival of the next event. The flat gusset began to move it swelled slowly growing larger as a sticky squelching noise accompanied it. The bulge grew some more with two more terse little grunts then out of one leg hole came a soft brown mush oozing out of the side and smearing the fleshy thigh as it did so.
David knew who it was by now and quietly got out from under the car. A voice came hesitantly.
“David is that you?” she asked. David moved around and came across his mistress with the dress up around her waist squatting and looking up at him with tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry David” she said quietly” “I’m afraid I’ve had a bit of an accident.” She paused then “Would you clean me up again?”
Cynthia laid her white-gloved hands on the side of the car and poked her dirty bottom out for David to wipe. He was so gentle. She felt the cold moistness of the wipe cleaning her thighs and buttocks of the sticky mess. The feel of the wetness brushing against her pussy made her start to feel the first signs of arousal. He parted her lips to wipe inside and Cythia caught her breath as his touch made her gasp. She felt her little bud tingling as the wet material slid over it; then he was finished.
David cleaned her carefully wiping away the brown mess from her soft flesh. He made sure her little rose hole was nice and clean and parted her vaginal opening to wipe inside just in case. He couldn’t help admiring her soft lips and a glimpse of pink flesh. She seemed to be very wet, but David put that down to the wipe. Soon she was spotless and he handed her a clean pair of knickers.
David lay in bed that night thinking about the day’s events. How many chauffeurs would wipe their mistresses bottoms for them. Not many he’d warrant. Still she seemed to appreciate it and after all it was a nice bottom. What was her problem? She seemed unable to make use of any facilities when they were out. Maybe it’s a cry for help, he considered after some thought. After concluding that there were indeed much worse jobs, he turned over and went to sleep.
Part 3
Sir John’s, garden party was the highlight of the summer season in the county. Lady Cynthia prepared herself to go by selecting some new high cut white knickers, a short white summer dress and a broad brimmed white hat. She tied some pink ribbon around the hat and dress to add a little colour. Her white sandals complete her virginal look. She wore no bra as usual. And she let her soft brown hair cascade onto her shoulders.
David parked the car in the grounds of Sir John’s house and made his way to the side lawn where a table had been prepared for the chauffeurs and others. It was about four o ‘clock when David spotted Lady Cynthia walking quickly and running a little towards the trees. He called to her but she didn’t hear him. He thought he had better follow her in case she needed something.
Cynthia passed the afternoon socialising and meeting some new people. As the afternoon wore on she began to feel the urge to go to the toilet. She desperately needed to pee. However standing at the side door was the Honourable Jack Truscott. ‘Honourable’, she said to herself, that was a joke he is the slimiest character she knew. He had his eye on Cynthia since she lost her husband. She knew deep down that all he wanted to do was to fuck her, yes she thought… just fuck her! She waited until he moved on but it was near to four o’clock when she felt her tummy starting to cramp as well. It was no good she had to find somewhere else to go. She looked around and decided that the woodland that lay within Sir John’s grounds would be the best bet. Cautiously she moved away and began to walk towards the trees.
Cynthia walked along the footpath until she was sure she was out of sight of the others. She moved into the woods a little and was about to drop her knickers to squat down when a groaning noise disturbed her. To her horror she saw that she had come within a few feet of a small summerhouse. Sitting on the bench underneath was young Lady Jane Pratt and James Forsyth engaged in some pretty heavy petting.
Cynthia dare not move, as it would bring attention to both her predicament and theirs. She was partly concealed by a large bush and she felt unable to look away from the scene evolving before her.
Lady Jane wore a short pink summer dress, white gloves and evidently white stockings. Cynthia could see her white knickers clearly as she moved about with James, their hands stroking their bodies and their mouthed clamped hard on each other. James broke away, stroked her long blonde hair then moved his fingers up to Jane’s dress and pulled one strap off the shoulder. She was panting a little and she let out a soft moan as his mouth engulfed her stiff nipple. His hand moved down and stroked her legs and thighs. As he moved his fingers gently between them they parted wilfully and allowed him to touch her secret spot.
As James’s fingers and tongue worked away at Jane’s resistance Cynthia felt her urge to pee all too much. Unable to move she bit her lip as she felt the first drops escape and soak her new knickers.
She gasped to herself as she felt another few drops escape then a short hiss and a warm feeling between her legs old her that she could hold on no longer. Squeezing her legs together she let herself go and sighed to herself as a gush of warm golden pee soaked her knickers and ran in hot streams down her legs. The pee ran over her feet and shoes trickling between her toes. She felt relief as her bladder released her from her discomfort.
On the bench Jane sat with her legs splayed and James kissing both breasts and nipples which he had now released from her dress. His fingers had pushed her lacy knickers to one side and his fingers caressed her pink petals glistening from her juices.
“Stop a minute please James, I need to pee” Jane breathed. A sly grin broke across James’s face.
“I dare you to do it here” he challenged. Jane smiled at him.
“Shall I?” she said raising her eyebrows a little. “Shall I do it here with you watching.” She tried to get up but her stopped her.
“Stay where you are..” he grinned “..do it right here.” He pulled her gusset back over her mound and patted her pussy.
“You beast James Forsyth , only a rotter like you would make a young girl like me wet her knickers for him” she kissed him on the mouth then she looked down between her legs and tensed a little. Soon a stream of golden pee erupted from her crotch. The lace didn’t prove much of a barrier and she was soon gasping as fountain poured out from between her legs onto the stone floor of the summerhouse.
“Wow” said James as he move his fingers up her thigh and teased her wet crotch as the warm liquid ran over his fingers.
“Oh it’s running over my bum” she giggled. Soon the stream ceased and a very hot and horny Lady Jane gazed into her lovers eyes and spoke to him in a voice that even he could not refuse.
“Now fuck me you beast!” she snarled at him. “After all that’s what I came here for.” She unzipped his trousers and pulled out his rigid cock. He moved between her legs and as Cynthia watched he parted her pink pussy with the tip of his cock and with a harsh gasp form both of them, he slid himself deep inside her.
Cynthia by now felt her tummy pushing her little hole open as she realised that she had little choice but to shit herself as she watched the tableau before her. As Jane and James grunted and groaned Cynthia gave a little grunt of her own as her sphincter began to open and a small hard turd began to emerge. She cursed silently to herself and parted her thighs a little to let the monster out. A faint crackle and a smooth warm feeling in her knickers announced the arrival of her hard log, easing itself out and nudging the back of her knickers. It stopped for a while as Cynthia caught her breath.
Jane was breathing hard she looked into James’s eyes and spoke to him through unsated lust.
“I want to shit myself. Do you want to fuck me as I shit myself.” She whispered.
“Yes.. oh yes, fill those skimpy knickers as I fuck you hard.” said James as he shafted her wet pussy.
“It’s coming” breathed Jane and she placed her hands either side of her and lifted her bottom of the bench. “Here it comes. Oh no it’s a big one. Ahh.. Uhhhh said grunted as Cynthia watched the brown lump ooze out clearly visible through the lace knickers and soon a nice brown bulge was crackling into place beneath James’s glistening ramrod as it slid in and out of her wet pussy. Jane gritted her teeth and pushed the last remnants of her bowels into the lace, which had already given up in places as the brown mess oozed out.
Cynthia’s attention was returned to her own plight as her body moved again a finally the first lump slid gently out rubbing along her thighs and nestled into her damp gusset. Soon she strained again and a soft piece squirmed out and made a nice bulge behind her. She allowed herself a last gasp because the tableau was drawing to a close. Jane was writhing around in a serious orgasmic dance as she came and came from the soft shit and hard cock being pummelled into her. Soon James gave a cry and his bum jerked as her deposited his hot come inside Lady Jane Pratt.
They moved off quickly to clean up and Cynthia found herself in a predicament. She pushed the last small soft piece of shit in to her bulging knickers and walked towards the summerhouse. Another more urgent feeling had overtaken her. Her wet thighs and dirty bottom had made her little bud hard and tender and her vulva was wet with her juices. She moved to the bench which had a few damp patches on it and hesitated she needed to sit down to relieve herself but… Her thoughts considered the possibility of sitting in her shit, allowing it to squash against her oozing out of the side of her knickers; the temptation was too much. She lifted her dress and lowered herself to the bench she pushed her free hand down the front of her knickers and gently teased her clit until she felt she was near to coming. Then she lowered herself down and felt the soft mush squash against her. She circled her hips and forced the sticky lumps up the crease of her bottom. The soft mess squeezed out of the leg holes of her knickers. At that point she felt the tide rise inside her and with a gasp of relief she came with such intensity she let out a loud cry as her body bucked and shuddered with orgasmic pleasure.
It was only then that she realised that she was in a real mess. Her desires had not allowed her to consider the consequences of her action. She was sat in a warm pile of poo with dirty wet knickers and no hope of getting cleaned up. She let out a stream of clear pee into her knickers allowing it to run over her fingers as she considered her situation and wondered what to do. The voice came not as a shock but as a welcome sound.
“I’m here ma’am. I’ll get you clean again.”
David could hardly hide the rampant bulge in his trousers as her observed the scene before him. He had followed his mistress into the woods to se if she was all right. He came upon a summerhouse with two young people engaged in some affectionate activities and his mistress caught out behind a bush. He himself had found a tree to stand behind to witness both events. The young girl pissing and shitting herself as her boyfriend screwed her little fanny into the bench. Then his mistress was peeing into her knickers before shitting herself for the third time in as many weeks.
Lady Cynthia thought about what David must have seen as she knelt on all fours so that he could clean her bottom and pussy. This time David meticulously cleaned her vulva and anus as she had indulged in her messy game and the poo was everywhere. He took a risk as he parted her thighs and pussy and pushed a wet wipe on his finger inside her vagina to clean it out. He heard her breathing deepen as he did so and she squirmed back into his finger until he withdrew it. He could have sworn she had sighed as he did so.
Cynthia closed her eyes as David took on the task of cleaning up her dirty little body from her indulgent game. She began to think that she may have sat in her poo, among other reasons, so that he would need to spend longer cleaning her. Touching her most intimate parts with his soft delicate hands. She gasped as his cold wet finger slipped inside her body. She felt herself moisten and then he was gone. She sighed with disappointment.
David finished cleaning her ladyship and handed her some new knickers. He watched her as she put them on he had never considered her sexually before but her was getting some pretty intimate jobs to do for her. She grabbed his arm to steady herself as he put her feet into the legs holes. She stood up and pulled them up tightly into her bottom.
Her head came up close to his and both taken a little aback by the proximity in which they found themselves they looked into each others eyes for longer than they should. Cynthia found herself staring into her chauffeur’s soft brown eyes. She still held onto his strong firm arm. She had not considered him before except as a servant. She took a breath and stepped back.
“We must be getting home David” She said quietly.
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