Hello friends and fellow poopers,
I recently discovered your super site and have enjoyed
reading the postings each day since then. I love the free
and open sentiments and would like to join in. I've been
composing a little tale about my place of work. It's
fiction, of course, but there might just be a tiny element
of truth. I hope nobody will be offended if I begin ...
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 department
of 40 staff. She has a habit that she has successfully kept secret, until
just the other day .....
At 4 p.m. last Friday Margaret Jenkins stood up from her desk, stepped out of
her office (as an executive she had a office of her own, with a window facing
out overlooking the park). There was about two hour's routine work needed
to complete the proposal, good going to finish it by the end of the week.
But there was something she had to do now, something urgent. She walked
down through the open-plan office and towards the ladies' 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 have 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, wasted no more time. She just made it into the cubicle and threw the
bolt when the pressure in her bowels became too much for her to contain.
She 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 ...... Ssssppplllluuurrrrrr
Sssssppplllluuurrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
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 gunge squished
around inside her garment and oozed out from under the elastic and crept along
the top of her thighs towrds her stocking tops.
"Oh no, oh shit!," she said out loud, "my lovely new draws 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 my cunt
already hot and wet, it's fantastic. I'll really enjoy this."
For the next few minutes Margaret squirmed and squirmed, mashing the brown
mess more and more, and wanked herself with a fury that she was sure would
beat anything a man could do as regards giving her satisfaction. Two fingers
of one hand were ramming frantically up her dripping cunt, while she was
pining her clit between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand.
"Oh yes, that's it! Fuck me, fuck me like that!!"
It took a while to calm herself, but she was prepared well enough. Carefelly
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. Then put the panties in a
small resealable poly-bag, and the rest of the messy stuff into a larger one.
"Not too bad, apart from the stink in here noone would know."
But, when she emerged, she realised that she has not been alone in the
restroom after all. At the same time, the cubicle next to hers opened, and
a young blonde girl emerged. Susan, she'd forgotten the new student from the
college would still be in the office. How much had she heard ..... or smelt?
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