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This mansion was more like a castle situated on a thousand acres of rolling hillside. Well, the rich are entitled to their privileges Roland mused, and he was very used to dealing with them though he himself was a mere public servant. A diplomatic courier is the polite term for messenger boy he thought, and that after ten years in the secret service. Oh well, at least it brought him to places where the rich and famous played at garden parties such as this one.
The valet parked his BMW as Roland walked to the main hall. He had only to deliver a report, half an hour at the most, but knew that he would be put off, expected to wait and to mingle. After all he was young, handsome, athletically built and the rich old dolls liked to see his sort amongst the stuffed shirts. An hour to kill, drink in hand, Roland exited onto the sprawling back garden to look at the lovely scenery. The women that is, not the flowers.
It was a wonder to Roland how rich society women could make themselves up and dress like hookers and get away with it. One beautiful blond in particular caught his eye. Her heavy makeup, dark mascara, eye shadow and lipstick certainly gave that impression. And the way she was dressed. That had to be the skimpiest dress he ever saw, cut offjust below her crotch, stocking tops showing when she sat cross legged even though they were pulled up as high as they could go. He even saw a flash of panties, and her big boobs were hanging out of a bra that the thin dress staps couldn't hide.
Closer to her he readily saw just how beautiful she really was. Her white blond hair hung nearly to her waist, large blue eyes were alluring, her pouty lips sensuous. When she stood he he saw that she was tall, four inch heels bringing her almost to his six foot height. She was dressed entirely in black. The tiny dress fitted snug to the generous curves of a pampered woman was black with a splash of silver sequence in front. Heels, stockings, bra and panties all black.
But there was something else that caught his eye about this beauty as she socialized with other guests. The spy in him noticed right away that she needed to pee. It was obvious, to him anyway, the way she crossed and uncrossed her legs while sitting, bobbing her foot up and down or bouncing her knees. Then the way she stood one leg infront of the other squeesing her thighs together. Yes this sexy woman definately had to pee.
There was something else as well. Roland knew that she was aware of his more than casual interest in her antics as she kept glancing his way to make sure that he was still watching. Then looking straight at him she slipped her hand between her legs and as if her need had suddenly increased put a look of desperation on her face. Smilling she turned and moving toward a quiet section of the garden glanced over her shoulder at him, her hand still pressed in her crotch. A clear invitation to follow? Roland thought so.
He caught her up just inside a maze of hedges, approacing to within ten feet. She stopped, turning to face him, spread out her legs and delicately lifted the front of her mini dress exposing the tops of her stockings and crotch of her panties. She bent forward to watch herself, long blond hair hanging down. Roland watched too as she began to wet herself. The front of her black panties glistened with wetness as pee bubbled through becoming a heavy stream that spashed onto the path between her shoes.
She closed her eyes tilting her head back. Ahhhhhhh she sighed with pleasure. Then her pee died down to a dribble and stopped. She dragged a hand over her wet panties, staightening up, walking over to Roland and held it out to shake. Arkaila she said with coy smile. He took her piss drenched hand, Roland. He thought he detected a slight accent, Swedish perhaps. Was it as good for you as it was for me Arkaila asked noticing the bulge in his pants. Roland laughed, may I get you a drink. They went inside to chat until he excused himself to his appointment.
Oh, back are you Arkaila said, would you be so kind as to escort me onto the terrace. Gladly Roland said taking her arm as she led him outside onto the magnificent stone terrace that surrounded the main house. Finding a secluded spot Arkaila turned into his arms and they kissed. Altough standing nearly eye to eye her long legs and high heels brought her waist line up to his ribs. As he held her close he felt the solidness of her shapely body. You brought me out here to seduce me did you Roland queried.
Arkaila laughed in a senuous way. I have to shit she said looking deep into his eyes and could almost feel the tremor which ran down his spine and into his manhood. Will you stay with me she asked. Of course Roland stammered trying to regain his composure. Thankyou, you are a gentleman Arkaila said. Roland's mind ran in a thousand directions all at once. No woman had ever shit in front of him before. How would she do it, pull down her panties and squat, stand and spread her legs?
They stood there a moment looking into each other's eyes, her hands on his strong shoulders, his clasping her sides at the waist. Her gaze became unfocused, she stopped her breath and Roland felt her muscles tense. Her face blushed slightly as she bore down. Oh my God, she's shitting in her panties Roland realized. Then Arkaila released her tension, taking five heavy breaths before strainging another time.
She ccaught up her breath again looking into his eyes. An obstinate one one she observed spreading her legs apart slightly and bending to stick her bum out a bit. Then Arkaila took a deep breath burying her head into his chest while flexing her tummy muscles and bearing down for all she was worth. AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNN! Roland heard a plf plf plf crackling sound at her rear.
She looked up at him. It's comming she whispered between gasps, feel it. AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNN! Roland reached around placing his hand on the seat of her panties exposed just below the hem line in the back of her short dress with her bent possition. He could feel the hardened knob of the massive turd that Arkaila was struggling to expel. It felt like a cucumber in her panties against his palm.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm Arkaila moaned drawing in air with a hissing sound as she tensed for another try. Ooooooh, keep your hand there she almost cried out. AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNNN! Roland felt it move. God it's massive Arkaila wailed clenching her teeth, tugging down on his shoulders as she pressed her forhead into his chest. AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNN! With a final mighty effort the huge knobby brown turd was dislodged tenting out her panties against his hand.
The seat of Arkaila's stretchy spandex-lycra panties expanded outwards five inches before her hard turd broke in two and folded upwards into the cleft of her ass. Roland marveled at it's size, nine inches long, over two inches in diameter. No wonder it was so difficult for her to pass he thought.
Push it into me she hissed rocking her head back and grinding her body into him as he did so. Her arms around his neck, Roland had both hands on her load as they kissed. Arkaila bore down several more times to make sure that every piece of hard shit was out of her. Looking him straight in the eyes she said have you ever been to bed with a woman who has a big poop in her panties. No Roland admitted. Am I going to? Arkaila gave him a kiss. I think you'll find it quite a rewarding experience she allowed.
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