2 comments/ 87536 views/ 4 favorites Diapers By: Lucky Mann Diapers was a girl I took out fairly often. She was a cute, sweet, young thing that always seemed happy. She was in her early twenties, had a one-year-old son, and no husband or boyfriend in her life. She lived with her parents who helped care for her baby. Diapers carried around a few extra pounds. Like most heavier girls, she had a wonderfully large set of tits. I was beginning to really appreciate bigger girls and their big tits. The first time I picked Diapers up for a date, her father and mother had a very unusual talk with me. They told me their daughter was free to do anything she liked. I just needed to be certain she got home safely. Her father even made a point of telling me, "...she's been fixed." I had a hard time believing what these parents were telling me. Were they saying it was ok to fuck their daughter, as long as I brought her home safely? I sure seemed like it. Diapers got her handle from me. It came from a near accident, which resulted in another accident. We had been riding around town one evening in my classic '66 Dodge Charger. We were chatting on the CB with her parents and some of my friends. We scared the hell out of all of them when, over the air, they heard my tires squeal, Diapers scream, and me yell, "OH SHIT!" Diapers parents, and a number of my CB friends, immediately wanted to know what happened and were we were all right. It took a long time for the laughter to fade when I told them what had happened. I had swerved hard to miss a skunk, but got him anyway. Luckily, it was a clean kill, and he didn't spray my car. Thank God for 14" wide rear tires, and a skunk whose business end was aimed toward the roadside, and away from my car. Diapers, however, continued to look upset after I thought it was all over. She didn't want to tell me why. She just insisted I take her home right away. When we got to her home, she quickly got out of the car, and ran inside. I then realized why she needed to get home. It was a good thing my seats were vinyl. Her seat was soaking wet. The near accident with the skunk had caused Diapers to have an accident of her own. She had pissed her pants, and nearly flooded my car's seat. As if she wasn't embarrassed enough, I added insult to injury. While she cleaned up and changed her clothes, I drove to the nearest store and bought a pack of disposable diapers. When she came out of the house, I gave her the pack of diapers. The pack had been opened and one diaper missing. She thought her son had needed changing. When I opened the car door for her, she saw why the package had been opened. I had spread one of the diapers on her seat. "...to catch any further accidents." I told her. Hence, her handle, Diapers. Even her father started calling her Diapers. After he quit laughing, that is. Her mother did her best to hold in her laugh. She failed. Poor Diapers. Diapers and I spent many evenings together. We attended sporting events, watched movies, ate out often, and frequently ended up in bed. She was a wonderfully energetic lover. Every time we made love, she acted like it was something new and special to her. Diapers loved having her sizable tits fondled, pinched, and sucked. Fingering her pussy would frequently bring her to orgasm. She had just one little quirk. She always wanted my dick's entry into her pussy to be hard, fast, and deep. Each time, before I entered her, she raised and spread her knees. She would then say, "Ram it to me, honey." I would position my dick at her pussy's entrance, and, with one hard thrust, bury my cock deep in her hole. Diapers would give a sharp gasp as I slammed into her. Her pussy was always tight. After the ramming entry, I'd hold my dick deep in her so I could feel her pussy's muscles as they milked me. As I started stroking in and out of Diapers, she would wrap her legs around my waist and put her arms around my neck. She'd grunt and groan with every stroke. When I dumped my load deep in her pussy, she would usually cum too. She said feeling my warm cum flooding into her hole got her off. I think, of all the dates we went on, the most fun we had was on a two night trip to attend a large CB Break held at the Tucson, Az. County fairgrounds. Diapers' parents watched her baby while we went to what became one big party. We had waited too long before deciding to go, so we could not get a motel room in the fairgrounds area. Luckily, the weather was warm, and the rear seats in my car folded nearly flat. So, with some towels covering the windows, and several blankets for a cushion, we had an instant room. From dusk to nearly dawn both nights, my car's suspension was kept in action. I think we were trying to wear each other out. Neither of us succeeded, but it sure was fun trying. Diapers claimed to be sore for a week. Though I never admitted it, I was sore as well. Diapers & Sex The big red digits of the electronic watch showed it to be 3:00 A.M. She couldn’t believe that it had happened again. It was the fifth time in a row this week that the wails from the next door neighbor’s apartment had kept her up at night. It made her nasty and grouchy at work which resulted in her generally amicable boss taking her aside and telling her that the office crowd had been wondering if they should get rabies shots as precaution. “This is it!” she thought “I’m not going to take this anymore.” Fuming and muttering under her breath she threw on a robe and stepped out of her apartment. Tying her robe around her waist she knocked on Apt.106. Not waiting for a reply she bent her head and spoke in a loud voice “Nancy is everything okay?” And as an after thought asked “Is the baby alright?” The cries seemed to get closer towards the entry door. As the door swung open she took a deep breath in and she told herself that she wouldn’t get tongue-tied if Mike opened the door instead of his foxy wife. But the door opened to reveal Mike clutching the doorknob in one hand and the howling cherub who perched on his side. “What’s wrong with him?” she asked looking at the baby whose world seemed to have come to an end. Looking frazzled Michael answered in a slightly loud voice “I have no frigging idea! Nancy has left me. She said she doesn’t love me or the baby. I don’t know what to do with the baby. Look at him – he hates me!” He held the baby out towards Susan in a desperate manner. Susan’s heart melted and she was putty in his hands. Taking the six month howler in her arms she marched into the spacious apartment. Hugging the baby against her chest and patting his little back she asked “Did you feed him? Maybe he’s hungry” Running a hand through a mane of black disheveled hair Michael sighed and answered “No he isn’t hungry. I just gave him a bottle of milk and right after that he started to cry and wouldn’t stop. I don’t know what to do. Why me? ” His eyes beseeched a solution from her. His rare show of vulnerability made her smile. ‘All it took was a little bundle of joy to bring this hot shot lawyer down’ she thought and with a sympathetic look she asked “Does the baby have colic?” He sighed and answered “I don’t know, Nancy took care of Casey. I was just his play buddy. And now I’m not even a good father.” “Stop berating yourself.” She tilted her head and smiled up at him “My niece had the same problem. It’s gas and here is what you should do when he suffers from it.” She turned the baby towards him and bent his legs towards his chest and the baby passed wind in a matter of minutes and stopped fretting. Blessed silence descended in the apartment, Casey made some snuffling noises, tucked his head against her neck and fell asleep. Mike sighed in relief, sat down on the couch and rubbed a shaky hand against his forehead. Susan looked down at the tired man and said “Why don’t you sleep for a while and I’ll take care of the little one for an hour or so.” He looked up at Susan with relief and said “Thanks Sue, you’re an angel.” ‘Sue? He is finally warming up to me.’ She thought. Their interaction had been limited to casual greetings when they had run into each other or just some impersonal smiles as they passed each other in the lobby. It was his Nancy, the beautiful Dallas belle, who had broken the New York brevity and chatted with her. It was Nancy who had given her that nickname and it felt kind of awkward to hear him call her by that name. When he called her Sue it seemed to conjure Nancy’s ghost and made her feel a bit awkward. Shrugging her shoulders at the thought she watched Mike get up and walk down the hallway to his bedroom. Hugging the snuggled baby Susan looked around the apartment which showed opulence with its Ethan Allan furniture and antiques that were worth more than what she made in a year. She didn’t fit in this world. She belonged in a ranch in Colorado, milking cows at the crack of dawn, riding horses or skinny dipping on a nearby stream with the next door boy Chad. Time was of no consequence there but here in New York it was valued more than human beings themselves. She belonged in the world of open spaces not in a tiny hole in the ground where thousands were crushed together trying to irk out a living. Smelling the sweet baby scent in Susan wondered about the toll New York with its dynamic pace would take on Mike now that he was a single parent. Would Casey be left with a nanny or would his father make some drastic changes in his heavy schedule for his son. Sighing she adjusted the weight of sleeping baby and moved to the nearby bedroom. Opening the nursery door she peeked in but the crib was not there. Assuming it to be in the master bedroom she tiptoed into Mike’s bedroom and saw him sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. Not wanting to intrude on him she began to back away but stepped on a toy which let out a loud squeak. He looked up and in the dimly light room she saw despair in his eyes. He missed his wife. Sympathy filled her heart. She always was a sucker for wounded creatures. God knows she had taken in numerous wounded wild creatures back home and they had always broken her heart either by dying or by having to let go. But this time she told herself that she would be strong and not open her heart again. Smiling in apology she said “I’m sorry to intrude but Casey has gone to sleep and I thought of putting him in his crib.” Sighing Mike got up from the bed and took the baby from her and settled him in the crib. Looking down at the rosy cheeked angel they both couldn’t help but smile. Caressing his soft cheek Mike softly said “She left me because I wasn’t really there for her. I got so engrossed with my work that I didn’t see the signs. When she got pregnant I thought the baby would get us closer but things just got worse. Fights gave way to cold silence. It was as if we had nothing left to say to one another and one fine day she just left me.” Susan touched his shoulder and said “Things will work out you’ll see. Handling a baby isn’t all that difficult once you get a hang of it and you seem like a real capable guy.” He turned and smiled at Susan and said “Thanks Sue you are a real doll you know that? Hey would you like a cup of coffee? It’s the least I can do in return for your help.” Susan nodded in agreement and followed him out of the bedroom. As she walked behind him her eyes fell on his tight butt that was covered by a pair of faded shorts. He had the face of an angel and body of a Greek god. The first time she had seen him an electric current had passed through her body. His eyes bluer than robin’s eggs had her rooted to the spot and the roguish smile that slashed across his thin lips had made her heart stop beating. His aquiline nose and high forehead gave his face a cold character but was offset by the dimples that danced on his cheeks. He had helped her carry the groceries till her door and when she had taken the last bag from him she had come real close to his chest and realized that he was at least a seven to eight inches taller than her. Staring at his wide chest for that split second she wanted to invite him in and flirt with him just a bit if not more. Shocked by her lustful reaction she smiled at him offered a stuttered thank you and shut the door on his face. From then onwards she made sure that they didn’t really get to be more than acquaintances and he too did not cross the line. But now following him into the kitchen she couldn’t stop the devilish thoughts that crossed her mind. He was single again and there was no sin in lusting after a single man was there? Leaning against the counter she watched him make coffee and wondered how Nancy could have let such a delicious man go. Clearing her throat she tried to make polite conversation “So did you get any sleep during this whole week?” Mike turned with a pot of hot coffee and asked her “Question is did you get any sleep? I’m sure Casey kept all the neighbors up.” Susan shrugged her shoulders and said “Even if the baby kept them up I don’t think they have grounds to complain.” ‘Liar’ her inner voice mocked her. Ignoring her conscience she reached for the cup of coffee that Michael passed and sat down on the nearby chair. Michael sat down on the opposite end of the table and regarded her with thoughtful eyes. Her features seemed to be plain on the first impression but there was a charming softness in her features which made her seem prettier each time he saw her and now dressed in a shabby pink robe and fuzzy rabbit slippers she looked like an innocent babe. She was clearly out of the reach of a rake like him. Yet his heart told him that he should have married someone like her not Nancy who was so much like him. Ambitious and high strung, she felt that the marriage and the baby held her back. Being a wife and mother became anathema to her. She was addicted to a fast paced life and wanted her freedom back. Susan on the other hand reminded him of flowers and sunshine. She reminded him of home cooked meals and sitting on rocking chairs on the porch watching the sun go down. He was sick of the fast paced life and had a few ulcers to prove it. Taking a sip of his coffee he grimaced, the doctor had told him to lay off coffee but he had to rely on that black poison to deal with his little monster. Sighing he tried to be charming and said “Nice slippers.” Susan looked down at her worn out rabbit slippers and blushed. Seeing the color bloom on her cheeks Michael became intrigued. In this day and age no one really blushed. Feeling his mood lighten he smiled at Susan and said “But they do look good on your dainty feet.” The blush reached till the roots of her hair on her forehead and the freckles stood out. Trying to seem poised and composed Susan squeaked “These slippers came with me to New York. They have a sentimental value.” Offering her some cookies he asked “Where are you from?” Taking a bite of a chocolate cookie she answered “Gorgeous, wild Colorado.” Showing his sparkling white teeth in a roguish smile he said “I got a true American cow-girl sitting next to me. Am I right? Tell me do all farm girls go skinny dipping?” Susan couldn’t believe her ears ‘Was he flirting with her?’ Gripping the mug in slightly trembling fingers she answered noncommittally “Maybe, I’m not too sure.” ‘Yeah right’ the little annoying voice spoke up again and reminded her of the hundred naked dips she had taken with Chad and how one of them resulted in her losing her virginity. Hiding a smile behind the coffee mug and looked at the man she had refused to think about during hot sultry nights when her body demanded satisfaction. Taking another cookie from the plate she ate it fast and told her inner voice to shut up when it told her about where it was going to go and stick. Watching her eat Michael looked at her full bow shaped lips and resisted the urge to kiss her. Chiding himself he thought it was probably the spell of the night that woke up his libido or the lack of sex for past one month. Whatever it might be she looked like a tasty morsel sitting in his kitchen and he was single again. ‘What the heck’ he thought ‘we both are consenting adults. No harm trying’ Getting up from his chair he stood behind her and began to knead her shoulder muscles which were hard. Unknotting the tension he felt her unwind under his stroking fingers and sigh. Hoping his seduction skills hadn’t rusted in the three years of marriage he bent down and muttered in her ear “Tell me Susan how do young farm girls pass time late at night?” Feeling like a limp noodle under his clever fingers she muttered “We spend time watching animals’ hump.” He burst out laughing. The woman had a sense of humor. Leaving one hand on her nape, he ran a hand through her soft brown hair. He liked long hair especially when he was having sex. He would bury his face in its scented darkness as orgasms would take him over the edge. Twirling a lock around his finger he wondered what her hair smelt of and let himself bend down and get a whiff. Susan couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t been sure that he was hitting on her when he began to massage her shoulders but when he smelled her hair she realized where he wanted the night to head. Her wildest fantasies were coming true, her heart began to palpitate and her breathing became shallow. Bending her head she stared at her tightly clasped hands. Confusion and Desire tangled with each other in her mind. Should she stay and give in to the wants of her body or leave with her modesty intact as her parents had taught her? Michael took her silence as an encouragement and began to caress her nape and then put his thumb on a nerve at the base of her neck that was beating fast. Slowly his hands began to rub the tops of her breasts lightly and when she didn’t protest he gently let them delve inside the robes and knead the soft breasts. The nipples beaded under his expert fingers and Susan felt desire pool in her cunt. She moaned, closed her eyes and let her head fall back. She looked like a soft sex kitten. Pouting lips fell open like soft petals demanding a kiss. Bending down he plucked the lips hard. Running his tongue through the barriers he sucked her on her tongue which tasted of coffee and chocolate. Moaning softly she caressed his bent head and felt his soft hair run through her fingers. Sweet pleasure coiled its tentacles around her clit and demanded satisfaction. Breaking the kiss he looked into her eyes which were clouded with lust. Blood coursed through his veins and his dick had become engorged. He wanted to fuck her then and there. Picking her up he took her to the kitchen counter and ripped open her robe. Beautiful white orbs tipped with pink tips glimmered before his eyes. Cupping each breast he kissed her on the lips and said “I love big tits. Your body made for hard loving, all curves and soft flesh. I want to bury myself deep within you.” His fingers tweaked her tits and plunged down to her bush which was drenched with arousal. Rubbing her clit he with one hand he grabbed her butt with the other and pushed his crotch against her pussy. Susan’s body sang under his ministrations. Groaning loudly she pushed down his jocks and held his thick rod in her hands. It felt thick and long in her small hands, stroking it with her fingers she longed to feel it within her cunt. Wrapping her legs around his waist she guided his prick into her pussy. Heat engulfed her body as he began to move in her hard and fast. Holding his tights buns in her hands Susan felt him ravage her pussy with such intensity that pleasure coursed through her body and drove her towards an orgasm. His prick rammed against her G-spot again and again making her cum hard. Keening wails emitted from her making him want to fuck her harder. Pulling her off the counter he laid her on the floor and nailed her harder the missionary position. His prick pounded into her harder in that position making her ride with wave of pleasure and she began to moan and thrash her head about. As her body shook with a second orgasm she gasped “That’s it I can’t take it anymore.” Michael laughed and moved against her still rock hard and said “Babe I just got started.” Pulling out of her, he easily flipped her over, knowing what he wanted she got onto all fours and felt him part her ample butt cheeks. Closing her eyes she waited to feel his dick but was shocked to feel something soft rasp in and out of her arse hole making the nerve ending quiver with pleasure. Rocking against his mouth she sank down in quicksand of pleasure. Mindless delight rocked her body further as he began to massage her clit. Unable to withstand the storm of passion she rasped “Fuck me from the back. Fuck me hard.” Laughing under his breath he said “who would have thought the farm girl was a whore.” Grabbing her silken butt he shoved his prick deep into her arse hole. Pain shot through her body making her wince but he didn’t stop. He drilled in her like a well oiled machine and soon the nerves around her hole began to radiate pleasure. Grabbing her tits with one hand she pinched the nipple as he hummered into her sore hole and pulled her clit slips. Pleasure snaked through her body and she passed through the threshold of delight with a bang that made her see stars behind her eyelids. Gasping she tried to calm down and realized that Michael was still rearing to go. She turned to look at him as he pushed into her. The sight was so erotic that she wanted to suck his cock and taste his salty cum. He was her god and she wanted to service him. She looked into his eyes and said “I want you to shoot your load in my mouth. Would you like that?” Surprise gleamed in his eyes but he was quick to obey. She pulled away from his cock turned and took the whole meat in her mouth. The juices from her cunt and arse tasted salty to her lips and the taste was mingled with his musky taste. She sucked on his cock hard and fast with her teeth just barely touching the sensitive skin. Michael moaned and pulled her face closer towards his bushy hair. Her mouth was a hot suction pump that drove him over the edge. He began to move against her face and caressed her hair. Her tongue lapped around his penis and as she pulled out she gave it an extra lick on the tip. To add to the growing pleasure she began to massage the area between his balls and hole driving him over the edge. He came hard and strong and flooded her mouth with his salty cum. She swallowed it and felt his dick go limp in her mouth. He was still trying to catch his breath when she stood up and looked at him. His eyes swept over her luscious curves and he realized how good it had felt to have sex with a woman with a little meat on her bones. Nancy had been skinny like a young boy, fucking her had been like fucking a bag of bones. Susan on the other hand had flesh he could grab onto as he was deluged in the flood of pleasure. Pulling her against his chest he kissed her and guided her towards the living room. Lying down on the couch he nestled her body against his. She sighed and wriggled her ass towards his prick. He chuckled and said “Don’t mess with the sleeping giant. Your pussy won’t be able to take anymore fucking.” Susan smirked and said “You’d be surprised” and shifted a bit as his fingers began to play with her nipples. Kissing her nape he whispered in her ears “Who would have thought that plain Jane was actually a ravishing slut.” She felt his cock slowly come to life against her fanny. She began to undulate against his rod and felt his hand delve into her bush and massage her cunt. Sucking a breath in she said “Fuck me out of my mind. I want to feel your hard cock in my ass again.” Not waiting for another invitation he grounded his prick into her waiting arse hole and began to pound in her. With his hand he began to imitate the motion with his fingers on her clit. He pulled the lips of her clit and then drove two fingers into her clit and began to push against the G-spot. Pleasure rocked her lower body. There was a tight knot of desire between her arse and clit wringed the breath out of her and made her nipples harden and demand attention. She reached behind him and grabbed his hard butt and felt the muscles clench through the lustful workout. “Yes fuck me hard you prick. Nail your whore. God, this is sweet. Yes my stud yeessss…….”She hissed as pleasure exploded in her cunt and caused arrows of fiery passion shoot through her body. As her body bucked with orgasm Michael felt a responding sliver of pleasure rush through his cock and he shoot in her hard and fast. Kissing her nape he gently pulled out of her ass and settled back against the plush leather couch. Diapers & Sex The midnight exertions had taken a toll on both of them and they both fell into a dreamless sleep. Loud howls pounded her ears and Susan groaned. Struggling against the clingy cobwebs of sleep Susan opened her eyes and stared at a picture of Michael and Nancy in each others arms on the table. Slowly the night’s erotic activities came to her mind and she felt the sleeping length of the man behind her back. Pulling away from his embrace she began to shake him. He slowly woke up and looked like a sexy tousled god who could do with another round of fucking. His hot blue eyes opened and stared at her nakedness and on remembering the night’s activities he gave her a roguish smile and stretched like a satiated cat. But the cries from the master bedroom ivied for his attention, he sighed put up his best puppy face and said “The baby needs changing and breakfast.” Susan couldn’t believe his audacity. Bending down she kissed his mouth and whispered “Fucking you doesn’t extend to changing your kid’s dirty diaper. If you want sex call me, but for diaper change get a nanny or call your mother.” He got up and patted her pussy and said “You can be hard bitch but a fuckable bitch at that.” Susan laughed and told him to get his kid. Walking towards the kitchen to get her robe she felt her pussy and arsehole protest and she smiled. Who would have thought that there could be a connection between diapers and sex? Diapers Inc. Jessica Line had just started as an administrative assistant at a large firm, she was 22 and fresh out of college. She was initially put in the secretary pool before being assigned to someone permanently. She was happy when she was given a permanent slot, but when the other secretaries heard who she got, she was informed of many rumors. Alexandra Molly was an upper manager with a strange reputation, she never had the same assistant for more than a few months. At 30 years old, she was the youngest person in her position. She was stern and unapologetically authoritative. Almost all of the girls who worked under her had quit, and in there exit interview insisted they were doing so because something better came along, and not because their boss has treated them badly. Jessica was a tough and mindful girl and had no intention of quitting the job she had just gotten. But at the same time she didn't want to be bullied at work. She brought a special purse a friend gave her as a gift from a spy shop that had a little window in for your phone's camera to secretly record. If she was going to be harassed she would tape it and either sue or leverage a better position with the company. When she reported to Alexandra Molly's office she was met by a beautiful woman in a fashionable business suit who was all smiles and friendly greetings. Jessica dropped her guard a bit, until she noticed a strange detail. Most assistant's desks were located just outside their boss' office in the hall, but Alexandra Molly had two desks in her large office; hers facing the door, and a second small one that ran perpendicular to hers and pushed against a wall. That did seem suspicious. The first few days were pretty uneventful, Jessica learned a few of her new boss' habits and how she liked to have things done. She made appointments and took messages, nothing out of the ordinary. Until Thursday came, and after lunch Jessica's boss asked her to come over to her desk. Jessica got up and came over, her purse camera was rolling. "Yes, Ms. Molly?" She asked. "I notice you seem to take a lot of bathroom breaks," Alexandra started, "I understand you have to serve your physiological need, but I am worried it is leading to too much slacking off." Jessica wasn't sure what to say, admittedly when she went to the bathroom she would use it as an opportunity to send a quick text or chat with someone in the hall, but she couldn't stop going to the bathroom. That's when her boss offered a solution, "I'd like you to wear a diaper," Alexandra said as if it was a perfectly reasonable request. "Ms. Molly... I... I don't know what to," Jessica started to stammer, and then realized her phone was recording and the camera was angled right at her boss' desk, this could be her big break. "Alright," she agreed, "if that's what you think is best." "Good girl," Alexandra said pleasantly surprised, "hop up on my desk, bring your dress above your hips, and lay down long-ways on it with your feet up." Jessica couldn't believe how bold her boss was but figured this would make great evidence for the HR rep so she complied fully. She hiked up her dress exposing her panties, and got on her boss' desk laying down and resting her feet on the corners. She laid her hands across her stomach and looked like she was in a gynecologist's chair waiting for the doctor. Alexandra opened her large bottom desk drawer, Jessica couldn't help but turn her head to look. Inside was a pack of diapers, some powders and ointments, and some other things she didn't recognize. Alexandra stood between Jessica's spread legs and closed them for a moment to slip the girl's panties off before returning her feet to the corners, keeping her spread wide. "I'll just hold onto these for you," Alexandra said, dropping the panties into the drawer. She took a baby wipe and ran it through Jessica's vaginal lips, which made the girl buck her hips off the table and gasp. Alexandra placed a gentle hand on her waist lowering her back to the desktop, "It is okay, I am just making sure you're clean." Jessica swallowed hard and allowed her to continue, knowing it was all being filmed secretly for her gain. But her hands left their peacefully folded position and grasped the edges of the desk when her boss ran a fresh wipe through her ass crack and gently circled her anus. After a sprinkling of powder, Jessica's boss had her lift hips slightly as she slipped a diaper under her positioning it just above her ass. What was strange was that Jessica felt a strange sense of calm as Alexandra closed the diaper around her. When she finished and was told she could get up she even inadvertently blurted out, "Thank you Ms. Molly," which made her boss just smile at her kindly. Sitting at her desk over the next hour was strange, she shifted her weight several times, constantly aware that she was in a diaper, with her panties across the room in her boss' drawer. She looked over to Ms. Molly's desk, who was busy at work, not in the least distracted by the events that just occurred, and unaware the incident had been filmed to be used against her. The next hour was as bad as the first for her productivity, she had become physically comfortable with the diaper now, but that brought about psychological uncomfortableness. Did she enjoy being put in a diaper like that, did she enjoy wearing the diaper, did she enjoy the power her boss held over her. She imagined some insane scenario where somehow someone would come in and inspect the two women, she was wearing a diaper, but her boss kept her panties, she would look insane. This of course was a preposterous scenario, but her mind was clouded and confused. And then it came on her suddenly, she had to use the bathroom. She eyed her purse, knowing the camera would still be running, the beauty of a new battery and a huge hard drive. She wasn't sure if she has enough evidence to mount a case, or if she needed to keep going, or was it that she wanted to keep going. She wasn't sure what to do, she thought about asking to use the bathroom, but then realized how that would make her look to her boss, she might be on to her. Jessica closed her eyes for moment, let out a small sigh and released her bladder into the waiting vessel. "Ms. Molly," she spoke, "I need to be changed." Alexandra looked up from her desk, and again smiled her kind smile. Standing she gestured for Jessica to come over and lie on the desk once more. The girl got up and walked over, she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart and she again lifted her dress to her stomach and laid down on the desk. The older woman undid the diaper, inspecting the it was only urine, she put it in a special opaque bag that sealed at the top, it concealed the contents of the bag as well as any smell. When she brought a baby wipe to Jessica's crotch, the girl seemed to push her hips out slightly, making more of herself available to it. This did not go unnoticed by either woman, as Alexandra took more care and more time to wipe the damp cloth through Jessica's labia, before giving her ass the same treatment with a fresh wipe. After the powder, Jessica needed no instruction and was lifting her hips awaiting the diaper to be slid beneath her. A faint moan of relief escaped her lips as she was closed into her second diaper of the day. Again she thanked her boss when it was over. Before she went back to her desk, Alexandra said to Jessica, "There now, isn't that so much better than having to run off to the bathroom. You don't even have to leave the office, and there are no distractions." Jessica nodded in agreement, and hurried back to her desk. The last two hours of the day passed by much quicker, as Jessica was able to concentrate on her work now much more comfortable in her diaper, still with the lingering thoughts of using the tape in the sexual harassment case of the century. When it was time to go home she approached Ms. Molly's desk, "Um my..." she asked nervously, "my panties Ms. Molly?" "Oh yes, of course," she said, she opened her top drawer, unlocking it, making sure Jessica saw that she did in fact keep them under lock and key. She brought them out, and asked, "Do you just want them, or should I change you into them?" Jessica thought for a moment, "a better case," she lied to herself. "You can change me," she said agreeably. And without any instruction pulled up her clothing, laying on the desk. This made Alexandra smile, knowing she had another one, another young girl under her control. Alexandra undid the diaper, inspecting it was clean. She of course wouldn't reuse it, but wouldn't waste one of her scent sealing bags as they were expensive, she laid it to the side. She saw Jessica's vagina was visibly wet, she didn't want to over play her hand, but took a risk and ran her fingers through her slit without even the pretext of having a baby wipe. The girl gave a wordless shudder, and Alexandra slid her panties back on. When Jessica stood up she eyed the diaper on the desk, "May I keep that Ms. Molly?" she asked. Physical evidence, she continued to lie to herself. She was kicking herself for not just taking her panties and walking, so she wouldn't have to ask. This would have also saved her from showing her boss how turned on she was, but maybe she wanted her to know Alexandra smiled at her subordinate, "of course," she told Jessica, picking it up off the desk and handing it to her. Jessica stuffed it in her purse and quickly departed the office, her face reddening. Once in the elevator alone, she reached in her purse, past the diaper and dislodged her phone. "Still recording," she thought with relief, she caught the whole day on tape, and she headed home for the night. At home Jessica sat in her bed watching the video on her phone. She watched herself being put into the first diaper, and then watched herself being changed into a fresh one, and then lastly having her panties put back on her. She rewound the video, and watched herself being changed out of the dirty diaper again, and then again, and then again. She felt a strange mix of emotion, it was degrading, it was humiliating, and yet she was so turned on. Her resolve was gone, she hated herself for it, but she had to masturbate, and she had to masturbate to this video. She laid out a towel on her bed, Jessica was a squirter and a big one, and it was actually kind of embarrassing. She had only been with two guys and both were shocked when she came with them, and humiliated her, leaving disgusted and disgruntled. She thought she better warn the next guy, but that embarrassed her too much, and so there was no next guy. She was smoothing out the towel, knowing it didn't always catch it all when her mind went to the diaper in her purse. "It would restrain her squirt, even absorb it" she thought. She'd lose her 'physical evidence' but she was overcome and didn't care. She retrieved it from her bag and frantically put it on, for some reason it felt good to be in it. She sat back down on her bed, feeling the diaper under her and pulled up the video again, slipping a hand into the diaper. It didn't take long before she was screaming, hit by an orgasm, she could feel the splash of her ejaculate on her hand and then it was gone, the diaper worked. She slept like a baby that night. The next day she arrived at work early and found Ms. Molly was already there hard at work. She passed her own desk, and walked right up to her bosses not even stopping to drop off her bag. "Do you want to put me in a diaper today Ms. Molly?" Jessica asked almost rhetorically. "Do you want to be in a diaper today?" Alexandra asked back with the same rhetorical tone, looking up from her papers. She had her, Jessica knew it, Alexandra knew it, there was nothing left but just to come out and say it. Jessica did just that, "Yes Ms. Molly, I want you to put me in a diaper." Alexandra smiled, almost wickedly, clearing the papers from her desk as Jessica lifted her clothing, she made sure to wear a skirt today, and laid on the desk eager to feel her panties be slipped off. "Grab the sides of the desks with your hands and keep them there until I say otherwise," Alexandra commanded authoritatively. Jessica complied immediately, confused being the shift in tone, and slightly aroused. Alexandra slid her panties off and put them in her drawer. She stepped around the girl and reached into her bag pulling out her phone. She played with it for a moment as Jessica's eyes took on a fearful stare. Alexandra nodded her head finding what she was looking for, Jessica could her the audio and knew her boss was watching yesterday's events. The video stopped, Jessica heard a familiar whoosh, and then then a generic sound she wasn't sure of and her boss tossed her phone in with her panties, locking the drawer, before saying, "I think it's best I hold on to your phone while you're at work from now on." Jessica could only give a fearful nod in agreement, keeping her hands firm on the edge of the desk. Alexandra, dropping all pretext, laid her hand on Jessica's vagina, already moist. The younger woman had to grip the desk edge tightly to keep from moving her hands. Alexandra masturbated the girl gently as she spoke on, "I emailed the video to my private address and deleted it off your phone and from your outbox." Jessica moaned low at hearing this, any leverage she had was gone. "You don't get to where I am without learning all the little tricks, I knew you were filming me, that's why I acted when I did. I knew you'd go along with it for the camera," Alexandra spoke as she was increasing the pressure on her captive's genitalia, intending to let her have an orgasm. "I squirt!" Jessica blurted out, ceasing her boss' assault. Alexandra looked at her puzzled, as she disclosed fully, "I squirt when I come Ms. Molly, and it makes a horrible mess. I put on a diaper last night when I masturbated to the video," her pussy had a spasm at her confession. "My my," Alexandra said intrigued, "you are an interesting one. It's alright my little Jessie, you lack discipline, it's a problem a lot of you young girls have, and I don't blame you. You are just still in your anal retention stage," she falsely referenced psychology to set up her next words, "and I have just the thing to help you with anal retention." Alexandra went to a desk drawer and pulled out a small blue butt plug and tube of lube. Lubing the toy generously she brought it to the girl's anus, who clenched her teeth and grabbed the desk sides hard as it was pushed in, moaning in relief as the widest portion slipped past her asshole and it was able to shrink back down. Alexandra gave the base a little tap, with a pleasant, "There we go," said. She put a diaper on Jessica, whose face took on its usual euphoria when it was fastened around her. Jessica bit her lip as her boss reached into the diaper and rubbed her clit, just like last night she was cumming in seconds, her squirt hit the diaper, and Alexandra had to stifle a laugh. In her refractory state she was breathing heavy, her asshole involuntarily tightening around the butt plug's base every so often. Alexandra took the diaper, soaked with squirt into one of her opaque bags and disposed of it. She used a baby wipe to clean Jessica's pubic area, leaving the anal plug in and cleaning around it, she fastened a new diaper around her assistant, and moved away from her sitting in her chair. Jessica stood up, regaining her composure as best she could, shifting her weight on her heels adjusting to the plug stretching her. "Come here Jessie," Alexandra motioned for her to kneel on the floor between her legs. The girl did, and her boss slid her own panties off in front of Jessica. She too was wearing a skirt, Jessica didn't notice until now as she hiked it up and showed off her pussy. Alexandra leaned forward and put her hand behind Jessica's head saying, "I think you need a pacifier to suck on," and pulled the girl forward having her mouth envelope her pussy. Jessica had never performed cunnilingus before, but took to it like a fish to water. Happily licking away at her boss' labia and sucking at her clit, she even complied when Alexandra pushed her head down further and had her eat out her asshole. Jessica's own ass was adjusting nicely to the plug and she wiggled it in pleasure while she ate out her boss beneath her desk who was squeezing her head with her thighs. When she was happy with her secretary's work Alexandra gently pushed her back, before she had her stand she used a fresh baby wipe around her mouth, and another on herself, before sliding her panties back on. She made of bit of a show if putting her underwear on, showing off to Jessica that she wore panties rather than a diaper, despite her ideas about them saving time. She instructed Jessica back to her desk to begin her work, who did so dutifully. Jessica sat down gently, feeling the plug as she lowered herself. She worked hard, and only stopped to have her diaper changed, once before lunch and one after. Alexandra lingered with her baby wipes through Jessica's vaginal lips, she tugged at the anal plug gently to ensure it was retaining well and tease Jessica in the process. At the end of the day, Alexandra took off Jessica's diaper, unlocked her drawer and retrieved her phone and panties. She grasped the plug as she spoke, "each morning you come in a few minutes early to be changed into your first diaper, and have your plug inserted. I will hold your panties and phone in my desk until the end of the day, understood?" As she finished she withdrew the plug slowly. "Yes Ms. Molly, I understand," Jessica said back. Somehow the phrase 'your plug' stuck in her mind. When her boss slid her panties back on her she rose and gathered her things, her ass now adjusting to the absence of the plug. Before she left, Alexandra stopped her to say one last thing. Her tone returning to stern as Alexandra instructed Jessica, "You are not to masturbate, have an orgasm, or wear diapers without my permission. And as of now, outside this office you don't have my permission." She did not ask if she understood, just made her statement. Jessica nodded with a familiar fear of her boss that made her respect her and submit to her so.