8 comments/ 107314 views/ 20 favorites Dirty Work By: awopas It was the final class of the week and so far my time had passed by rather well. As a young and quite pretty substitute teacher I was used to ill disciplined school kids with constant barbs about my shapely dumb blonde appearance. Dealing with the rowdiness of alpha males and catty females trying to assert dominance was also another prerequisite to survival. If nothing it thought me to be mean and tough externally even if I inwardly cringed. The jealous looks from the girls I taught who knew that their boyfriends lusted more at me than them were also a constant feature of any class which I did my best to control. I was quite short and ever so slightly overweight, compared to the more nubile cheerleaders in the class. As I was still just twenty three it gave the appearance of curvaceousness rather than anything else. Unfortunately despite my rather large rear I was quite flat chested and on these days where I was just filling in for other teachers I didn't see the harm in padding out my bra to give me a more powerful and intimidating look. I could handle taunts about my rear but ever since I was a teenager I was super sensitive about my lack of cleavage. I must say with an accentuated bust line, my bright cream colored power suit and my red 4" heels I cut an imposing figure. Whilst I didn't always enjoy some of the ruder comments that were often slung my way if I'm honest I knew I could have done more to discourage them. In any case on this particular Friday I found myself placed in a fairly upper middleclass high school in a middle sized city in the state of California where I was from. It was in fact where I had gone to high school and was only twenty minutes by car from my new apartment. Acquiring a permanent job here was my dream and with my college debts increasing exponentially it was almost a necessity. Some of the staff remembered me from my time here as a rather churlish teacher's pet and certainly principal Harding held me in high esteem though perhaps he would have preferred to remember me in my cheerleader outfit than my more classy business suit. At lunchtime earlier I had caught one of the senior girls in my current class pantsing a fellow classmate and informed her to the principal. As a former victim such pranks I had no mercy for the perpetrator. I hoped she would get in trouble and I assumed she would get an immediate suspension so I wouldn't have to deal with her again as she cut quite a formidable appearance. Therefore I was quite surprised to see her saunter into my final class and calmly, almost reticently approach me. "I'm so sorry for earlier Miss Gatting. It will never happen again. Please take this cup of coffee as a sign of truce and no hard feelings. I realise what I did was wrong and hope you can forgive me. Daddy scolded me something terrible..." Daddy? What was she talking about? I looked down my class list of names. Of course! The girl's name was Sylvia, Sylvia Harding and she must be the daughter of Principal Harding. Oh god how could I have been so stupid, that really wasn't going to improve my chances of securing a permanent job or even a reference. So in an effort towards conciliation I graciously accepted the cup of coffee despite the fact I neither drank coffee nor even liked it. "Well, that really is a lovely gesture Sylvia. I must say I was feeling a tad tired so a cup of coffee should really perk me up. Thank you so much dear, I hope you didn't get in to much trouble" I replied attempting to ingratiate myself with her. As I took a sip from the coffee I thought it had a strange taste but as she looked up excited at me I glanced down at her nodding my appreciation. Within five minutes I thankfully had the entire cup drunk and was comfortably careering through my final lesson of the day. Everyone seemed remarkably well behaved thus far and I even began to relax a little and enjoy the class. Then about ten minutes into the class I felt a strange fullness in my stomach. As I stood by the board attempting to explain the relevance of the Canterbury Tales to a disinterested bunch of teenagers I suddenly felt a large build up in my stomach. I stumbled momentarily and could sense the class notice my discomfort. I tried to ignore it but thirty seconds later the fullness gave way to a more intense cramping pain in my stomach. I could feel the pressure increase in my abdomen and I struggled to my chair for temporary respite. But it was no use. The pressure was passing down through my bowels and the cramping was becoming almost unbearable. The urge to empty my bowels was voracious. Immediately I knew if I didn't get out of that classroom soon something awful was likely to happen. Trying to remain as calm as possible I turned towards the door and told the class I'd be back in a minute. I could sense their giggling and reusability as I stumbled, with sweat forming on my brow towards the door. I knew I didn't have much time as I turned the door handle before I had intended fleeing maniacally down the corridor to the bathroom. I didn't care anymore that over twenty five sets of eighteen year old eyes, all high school seniors, were witnessing my embarrassing escape. However, when I pulled the door back towards me to open it I found that it would not budge. For five frantic seconds I frantically pushed and pulled without success as the class became more animated whilst watching my curious antics. My need to defecate was overwhelming and as I cast my eyes back on the class I could see Sylvia almost unaffected by the madness surrounding her from her fellow classmates and the panic emanating unabatedly from me. She was the only one who did not seem astonished at my irrational behavior. Another tremor of cramp gushed through my body and only with intense physical will did I prevent the fatal faecal accident from occurring. Ultimately and with a devastating sense of dread I knew I could not hold out for much longer. I realized that someone had locked the door and pleaded for a key but even as the words were leaving my mouth another wave percolated through my system. "PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP..."I called out in horror whilst even as I did so the reality of what was happening quickly dawned on the class as a most horrendous elongated flatulent occurrence resonated from my rear end drowned out even the loudest guffs of laughter from the class. A vibrating, decibel shattering fart echoed wildly out of my large bottom. It was only with my greatest display of will power that I was able to stop the fart before it transformed from gaseous into semisolid form. Nonetheless this anal outburst brought howls of laughter from the class and it was clear I would not get any sympathy from these teenage hyenas. Even though it was just a fart I knew I could not hold back the insidious forces that held my body to ransom much longer. Whatever was inside me was determined to leave and with huge reluctance I knew the class were likely to get a show they would never forget. Bizarrely in the half seconds before the ultimate anal explosion, in immense existential despair, I was resigned to debating whether or not I would perform the nasty deed in my pants and massively mess my clothes or squat on the floor and defecate on the ground. Neither of course was appealing. Realizing I'd have to leave the building in some attire later I made the humiliating decision to quickly push my suit trousers and panties down my ankles and squat inelegantly in front of class. This degrading act brought a primal convulsion from the boys and scowls of abomination from the girls. Unfortunately I didn't really keep myself well maintained down there. My blond bush was quite wild and even despite the enormity of the situation facing me there was still one smart Alec boy who commented something derisory which brought even more mocking laughter. So squatting in my four inch heels, my naked pussy and ass on display to over twenty kids I waited in revulsion as one final all encompassing throbbing and viscous wave of pain cascaded through me until finally I could hold out no more. As I looked up I noticed that all the kids had by now left their seats and they were watching my dirty demonstration in deepest suspense from all imaginable vantage points. They knew they were witnessing something truly monumental. As the resistance from my sphincter finally ceded, I could feel an almost volcanic eruption shooting from me. Some kids from behind could actually see as the poop departed my ass and began it's long fall onto the ground, whilst others in front watched my squirming, sweating face with tears falling down as I contorted mercilessly aware of the exhibition I was providing. Only then did I see the multitude of phone cameras, even a video camera all catching me at some unflattering angle and whilst I knew it was a horrible prospect I did not want my naked image to be broadcast carrying out this most foul of deeds. So in perhaps a moment of madness I grabbed my panties and as the first elongated turd was dropping unceremoniously from my bum I yanked up my white cotton panties catching the excrement mid flight and hoisted them back up towards my still gushing behind. As it made contact with my derriere it rubbed and squeezed all around my now freshly covered bottom. The smell was noxious and the scene was unrelenting. Unfortunately for me the poop just kept on coming. Within seconds the panties filled and almost unnaturally I felt my now destroyed panties were full to the brim and the faecal matter like river banks at flood time over flowing out my panties in all directions. I was astonished at the sheer volume and velocity of what was happening as I'm sure was the captivated school goers. The scowls of disgust and derision continued as after a brief respite another massive surge came cascading from my anus. This time the departure of excrement was so violent and explosive that even as I squatted there in my four inch heels, with my hands on either side of my cramped stomach, the sheer volume of fecal matter sent my panties slithering down my legs leaving a brown filthy trail in its wake. As they landed at my ankles I knew instantaneously they had destroyed my cream trousers but right now that was the least of my worries. The scene was unbearable. All these people were staring in macabre fascination at their teacher humiliating herself in such a vile manner. Again I saw the cameras pointed at my crotch and my ass, now of course covered in an unbearable chocolate colored mess. The sheer volume was mind blowing and finally it seemed the flow which had long since operated beyond my control had halted. My face pleaded for mercy, my mouth unable to speak as the bodies and cameras of my students jostled for position all around me. The sound of the flashes and sniggers from the class continued until one boy almost held his camera directly below my crotch. I immediately clutched my hands to my sullied pussy hoping fruitlessly to block these photographic invaders. As soon as I did I realized my mistake. The poo had congealed on to my once blond pubic hair and now as I touched it with my hands a large sticky mass oozed onto my fingers. I looked down in horror as if the events unfolding were a nightmare but when this was met with more ululations of shock I saw a camera in my face capturing my fractured emotional state. Again almost unconsciously I attempted to shield my face as if the pictures had not already told a thousand words of degradation. I brought my hands up to my face and as soon as I had done so I realized my grave mistake. The smell was obscene but when I blocked my face with my hands a volume of the poo was spattered across my once beautiful complexion. The makeup I had worn already discolored with tears was now drowned in the soft gooey excrement from my bowels. Instead of protecting my visage I smothered it in my malodorous concoction. More photographs captured and more atavistic laughter from the audience who if once had held any sympathy were now completely engrossed in my appalling ordeal. Still squatting I tried to stand up, thinking my bowels could surely produce no more but as I flexed my stomach to stand another primal rumbling from behind screeched out. This time the contents were looser and gushed out painfully in one quick thrust lasting no longer than three seconds. But the affect was undeniable. A scatological spray formed like a puddle underneath my writhing body. More exclamations of disgust bellowed collectively from the crowd of teenagers. The pain in my stomach began to subside and I looked downwards at my soiled panties, at my legs and ankles and the feelings of humiliation were overwhelming. I wanted somehow to be clean, to be able to hide from the unrelenting stares. I rubbed my filthy hands off my sky blue blouse to somehow free them from their powerlessness. Unfortunately all I did was unwittingly create another brown trail on my blouse. Everything I did was recorded and every move I made was met with the sound of "UGH!" and "GROSS!" or some variation thereof. Amidst all this chaos I met the glare of Sylvia Harding once more who seemed calmer than all the rest akin to a peaceful lioness witnessing other lions tearing at scrapes of meat. But in her eyes I saw a serenity that I needed and in my degrading paralysis I felt perhaps she could offer me respite from this situation. Almost immediately she leapt from her chair and in an instant she parted the crowd in front of me and looked down at me with something I felt was between pity and disgust. "My goodness, what a mess you've made. Don't just stand there admiring your dirty work, why don't you at least try to cover that filthy vagina of yours with that suit jacket." I still felt paralysed but amazingly the girl stepped behind me and almost involuntarily she slipped the shoulders of my suit jacket down my limp arms and back. In one quick motion she wrapped the suit jacket around the front of my torso. She was right; at least my front was covered even if my bottom was still completely exposed. Perhaps she was trying to help. "Now do exactly what I say and this nightmare will soon be over," she whispered to me. I obeyed as if in hypnosis. Suddenly the laughter of the crowd was silenced in my mind and temporarily all I could hear was the voice of Sylvia helping me out of my crisis. I nodded submissively and when she ordered me to remove my blouse as I had destroyed it with my filthy hands I couldn't help but comply. Slowly I opened the blouse, wiping more poo from my hands as I manouevred the buttons. Finally I had the blouse off and looked towards Sylvia for further instructions. She told me to toss it in the corner of the room and as I did so I could hear another collective "OOH!" Dressed now in just a bra and with a jacket wrapped around my crotch I looked at Sylvia for guidance. "Oh my God! Is your bra padded or what? I'm sure I can see some paper stashed inside that bra of yours," she asked almost rhetorically. I was too dumbfounded to answer, I merely looked downwards and could ever so slightly see the paper trail hanging loosely from my disheveled oversize bra but couldn't believe she would have noticed it so quickly amidst all the other hubbub. My dumbfounded expression and guilty demeanor were answer enough for Sylvia. "Well lucky for you, you've got something to wipe your dirty bottom with MsSCATing," announced Sylvia as she dug her hands into my bra and like a magician pulling paper from a sleeve unfurled the huge rolls of paper until my bra hung listless and loose from my body. Did she just refer to me as Miss Scating I momentarily wondered as I agreed to her request. Handing me the bunched up toilet paper which used to offer me confidence she ordered me to clean myself up. I knew what I was doing was ludicrous but still trapped in the room and with no other options I merely complied with the one person who seemed to have authority. Still in my heels, with the lower half of body covered in poo, my face too streaking as if I'd just had a poo facial but my upper torso only with traces. My white bra and body offered a stark contrast to it all. I squatted down to wipe my bottom and as I did so the suit jacket slipped off exposing once more my smeared front. Exposed anew I just labored on following out the orders of Sylvia as she told me to ignore my nakedness. Unfortunately, despite the toilet paper I wasn't making any major inroads to the mess I created. I dumped the dirty tissue on the floor in the stinking puddle of excrement that I was standing in. As multitudinous thoughts raced through my head, amongst them how was I ever going to get home, or even get clean, or get past this incident I felt Sylvia unhooking my bra at the back..."You're still filthy...need something else to clean you with...hmmm how about this thing, it doesn't seem to be serving any function now." Crazily, despite all I had gone through I still felt mortified regarding my less than bountiful breasts. On another day if I was discovered to be falsifying my appearance as I had been it would have been a shattering experience. In the context of the last fifteen minutes it shouldn't have mattered but as I submissively began to remove my bra from my body I wished the ground could have opened up and swallowed me right there. Instead more people got a unencumbered sight of my naked breasts than ever as amidst a fresh round of uproarious and frenzied scowls of laughter and the points, stares and cameras flashing I attempted to use my bra to wipe my dirty bare bottom clean. Into each cup I scooped a large amount of the sticky stinky substance. My hands were now colored completely brown as any excess matted onto my skin. I couldn't believe I'd just wiped my bum in a classroom full of students completely butt assed naked after performing the most private of acts right in front of them. "OH MY GOD THAT IS THE MOST REVOLTING THING I'VE EVER SEEN!'" exclaimed just one of a litany of voices percolating through the crowd. "AND OH MY GOD, LOOK AT HER TINY TITS. I CAN'T BELIEVE I THOUGHT THAT BITCH WAS HOT!" cried out another voice. How humiliating and for some reason the barbs about my little breasts hurt deeply still. Perhaps I should cover them up I figured and almost in post traumamtic shock I tried to fit the soiled filthy bra back onto my the body. Immediately I felt the poo squashed against my breasts, dripping down my abdomen. Sylvia looked at me with consternation "That's just disgusting, if you want to leave this classroom, I suggest you take off that oversized bra of poop off your body. I mean really, just look at the mess you've made of your clean and pertt little bosom. It seems to me that you must have a scat fetish or something!" said Sylvia, leaving me with little option then to remove the bra once more and dropping it to the floor, now revealing a bosom covered with steaming crap. "Lucky for you Daddy has given me a master key for the school so why don't I escort you to the locker room and you can wash off that...filth from your body. I mean oh my God look at yourself, you're pretty darn gross right now aren't you. Now step out of those dirty panties and trousers and we can get going!" I felt the tears roll down my shit covered face, pausing at the top of lips and I couldn't help but sense its vile taste as I used my equally dirty hands to wipe them away. She was right I was gross but as my mind gained a temporary clarity I pondered as to why the door was locked, why if she had a key she didn't attempt to open the door earlier. "Quit hesitating and get them off you right now!" she rattled off again putting these thoughts once more out of mind. In any case the task wasn't quite so straight in four inch heels and standing in a puddle of excrement. I knew I'd have to take off my heels to perform this task but didn't want to have to stand bare foot in my own mess so rather shortsightedly I hoped I could wrestle the dirty clothes off my feet with my heels still on. So standing on half the garments with my left foot, I raised my right foot quickly trying to achieve the task. It proved to be yet even more difficult than I imagined and as I hopped from foot to foot trying to release the muddied garments I could see my whole body vibrating wildly. If I did have large breasts I knew they'd have been wobbling maniacally now but as I unexpectedly freed the left side of my panties and trousers from my left heel, the new momentum caused me to lose balance with my right and I slipped forward as if on ice falling face first on the pool beneath me. The texture of this looser more liquid poo quickly rinsed over my entire body as I flapped on the ground practically swimming in it. The front side of my body was now completely covered in various shades of brown including my face and gasping for breath I flipped my body onto my back so I could open my mouth for air. As I lay there in now complete degradation I looked up at Sylvia towering over me. Even she was now laughing mercilessly at me and I could see the evil in her eyes. And then almost like a rock between my eyes it hit me as clear as day. The coffee, the keys... Dirty Work My screenplay for the non-existant film 'Dirty Work' from my story 'Star ch 1'. Emily stepped into the office of the waste collection manager a little timidly. Although she was fairly self-confidant, starting a new job was always worrying. And this job was something few women ever considered, actually working on a refuse collection round. The manager greeted her warmly, shaking her hand and asking her to sit. "Emily, I asked you to wait after your induction this afternoon so you could meet the two men you'll be working with as well as to issue you with your kit. I explained to you that we were having to expand our collections and these two are a long established team who will show you the ropes." He stopped as two weary looking men came into the office. "This is Pops and Andy, the crew you'll be joining." "Hi!" She said brightly, standing and extending her hand. "Hello, Emily wasn't it? I'm Andy." The younger of the two men said, shaking her hand. "We were told you'd be joining our crew." "So you must be Pops?" Emily asked the unshaven older man who hadn't spoken yet. "I take it that that's only a nickname?" "It's just what everyone calls me." He said shrugging. He didn't shake her hand. "I'm actually Phillip, or Pip, but 'Pops' is fine." "Well, these two gentlemen will teach you everything you need to know Emily." The manager said, giving Pops a look. "Everyone will be learning a new collection round, but these two, especially this old sod, will give you a distinct advantage. They know everything. All the routes, all the skives. But if you have a question just ask them or me and we'll be happy to answer. Report back here Monday at seven and we'll take it from there." *** Pops waited until the girl and his second driver had left before he said anything. "Why am I getting the total newbie and a girl at that?" "Calm down Pops. If she's got what it takes, you are the one who'll bring it out of her. She's keen and not stupid, and willing to learn." "Is that some sort of backhanded compliment?" "Yes. You know if I put her with someone else, they'll destroy her before she has the chance to prove herself." "What if she can't do the job?" "You know I trust your judgement. If you say she can't do it after a couple of weeks, then I know she can't, but give her the opportunity to try please." Pops shrugged. "Okay, I'll give her the chance." The manager sighed. "That's all I ask. Now get lost until Monday." The two men grinned at each other. *** Emily entered the canteen on Monday morning after clocking in and was immediately overawed. There were so many people that she didn't know yet, all talking and joking. Andy, her new crewmate, spotted her and came over. "Want a coffee, it's quite disgusting: I recommend it." He asked with a grin. She nodded her head. "No sugar." She looked around. "Who are all those people, not bin men surely?" "No." Andy laughed. "We all start at the same time. Binnies, pickers, gardeners, tree guys, repairs, everyone. Don't worry; you'll get to know them." "That's if I get the chance. I don't think Pops likes me." "He prefers to reserve his judgement on newbies. Just do what he says and try your best, he appreciates enthusiasm, says that you can go a long way with it." He handed her a plastic cup of machine coffee. "Have you worked the back of a dustcart before?" Emily shook her head. "No, but I did get shown the basics last week at my induction." Andy smiled. "Come on then, I'll show you how we do it for real." Andy spent ten minutes explaining and showing Emily how to load a bin. She looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Why are you only loading one at a time? I've seen you guys before loading two at once." "Because one at a time is all you need to know for starters, two comes with practice." At this point Pops appeared. "Are you two ready?" They both nodded. "Okay, this is the route we're taking." He gave them a list of numbered street names. "This the route you think is best?" Andy said. "Looks good to me." Emily just looked at the sheet of paper. "I'm sorry; I don't recognise a lot of these names." "That's okay for now. Just follow us. Ask if you're unsure." Pops smiled at her for the first time. Emily thought that it gave his face a whole new look. Maybe he wasn't such a grumpy old guy after all. *** Emily has profoundly relieved after two and a half hours when Pops announced that they were full and it was time to tip and have a break. She was starting to flag a little. There was a lot more walking and scampering between bins than she had realised. She just hoped she wasn't going to let anyone down, herself included. One of the other rounds had phoned and said that their newbie had quit all ready, but Emily was determined to finish the day at least. She was sitting in the canteen on her own when Pops came in. "You okay?" He asked, a hint of concern in his voice. "Just wondering if my feet will wear out before my arms." She sighed. "It gets easier, I promise. Your muscles get used to it." She smiled weakly, and then asked. "Where's Andy gone?" "Up in the office with his girlfriend Admin Amy," "Oh." She looked Pops in the eye. "Truthfully, how am I doing?" "Truthfully, not bad for a first timer. We'll find out a bit more this next load. It's Andy's turn to drive, so you'll have to carry the old man here." He grinned. "I don't believe that for a moment." She laughed back. "I am doing okay though?" "You're doing just fine kid. We've had a lot worse newbies than you, and some of them are still here." "Thank you for that." "All right, pep-talk over. Ready for some more work?" "Just point me in the right direction and then tell me when to stop." *** That first time loading with Pops really opened Emily's eyes. Although the older man didn't seem to move as fast as Andy had they quickly filled up the truck again. Pops just made it look so easy. He even found time to give a few pointers on how to move the bins more easily. On their second trip to the tip in the truck (Called 'Juliet' by Pops and Andy she found out.) Pops said he'd load the last trip too, much to Andy's apparent surprise. Later that evening, as she sank into a bath to ease her aching muscles, Emily thought back over what she had learnt in such a short time. Pops had seemed really pleased with her first days work. He had given her one last piece of advice about her hair, suggesting she wear it in a pony tail. When she'd asked why, he'd told her that it would keep it out of her eyes, especially when it rained. Now she thought about it, it made sense. She pulled her hair back to see how it would look. It made her look younger than she wanted. A thought struck her. She could wear that old baseball cap and pull the pony tail out through the back. That wouldn't look too bad! *** What she didn't find out until much later was that Pops had gone into the manager's office after everyone had left to say that she would do, he wanted her on his crew. It had surprised the manager too, especially after Pops initial dubious acceptance of her and his usual reticence with newbies. Emily soon settled into her role in the crew, learning where the assisted collections were, where the truck would have to reverse, all sorts of little things which came easily to her two experienced team-mates. Her first test came when Andy had a couple of days leave. As she still hadn't been trained in helping to reverse the truck they had put another more experienced loader with her. He happened to be one of the people who thought that women couldn't be any good at the job. She hadn't exactly changed his mind, but she did manage to make him think he might be wrong in her case at least. This argument had been rumbling ever since she started. It came to a head after about two months, her most vehement critic spouting off in front of Pops one morning. By now Pops was fed up with the whole argument. Maybe some women wouldn't be any good at the job, but they hadn't applied. Emily had and she was damn good at it now. "Ken, just shut up. If you think you can do better than Emily, we'll arrange a contest. We've got this 'Banksman' training at ten on Saturday. We'll all come in early, before nine, and we'll see who's the quickest. I've got an idea for a competition." "How are you gonna do that?" "Well, we have to use a truck to practise the reversing, so all we have to find is some empty bins..." "Bottom of the yard." "...And some space. Like an empty car park." *** Emily wasn't too impressed when she heard about the challenge. "Shouldn't I get a say in whether I accept this?" She asked Pops. "Sorry Em." He said shamefaced. "But if you back out now, he'll win." "He'll win anyway." She snapped. "I'm still not very quick with two bins, I can't steer them very well." "Not necessarily." Andy said slowly. The other two looked at him. "Ken is not that quick, and we are more inventive." He grinned. Pops smiled. Emily looked at the two of them. "Okay. Care to let me in on this plan?" "We just need to design a competition you can win Em." *** It was a quarter past eight on Saturday and the three of them had just finished marking out the competition on the car park. "That'll work." Andy said satisfied. "We just need to put the bins in place." "Can you do that by yourself, at least for a while? I've got one last idea, but Emily will need to practise a couple of times at least, so we need to get down to the truck." Emily followed Pops down towards Juliet, which was the Dustcart they would be using for the challenge and the training. "What is this 'idea' then Pops?" She asked as he climbed behind the wheel. "It'll get you back in the cab quicker." He slid the driver's seat back as far as it would go, and then pushed the wheel as far forward as it would go. "There." He said. "Try that." "Try what?" "Getting in this side." "But you're in the way." Emily was puzzled. "You only have to be back in the cab, we don't specify where. Sit between my legs; I want to see if I can still move her." A light dawned for Emily. She hopped onto the step and then slid herself across over Pops right leg. "Hold it there." He said. "Okay, I think it'll work. Gears and handbrake, left hand: Gas and brake, right foot: Steering, right hand. I can look over your right shoulder, and you can pull the door shut." She did so. It was a bit of a squeeze, but it seemed it would work. "Can I ask a question Pops?" "Sure Em." "Why do you care?" "Why? Because you're the quickest learner of any newbie I've ever had. I don't see why they should look down on you because some bins are a bit heavy for you, or you can't throw a sack properly; some of the agency newbies can't do it either. You compensate in other ways. I mean, the little old ladies love you, so do most of the nippers. And you never give up. I like that in a workmate." Emily giggled, squirming slightly. "Em, don't do that." Pops said quietly. "But your belt buckle is sticking in my back." "Em, that's not my belt buckle." He blushed. She went red as well. "Oh! I think I'd better get out before... Sorry." "Yes, well. I better get Juliet up to the challenge. Before everyone arrives." *** "Okay, here are the ground rules. Every bin must be returned to its spot. You can do them in any order. The clock starts either when the truck moves, or the door is opened. It stops when the truck is back on its spot with the loader inside. Any questions?" Andy told the assembled crews. "Oh, one last thing. Emily goes last, so we know what she's got to beat. Ken, you can go when you like, as long as it's before Emily." Everyone nodded. The rules seemed simple but fair. "Who wants to go first?" A couple of other loaders had a go before Ken, setting a reasonable time. Ken, despite a couple of fumbles, did a better time. One of the really quick loaders them did a time that would be hard to beat. Emily looked worried. "Don't worry, you only have to beat Ken's time." Pops whispered. She nodded slowly. Andy looked around. "No more takers? Okay Em, Pops, you're up." Most of the other teams had gone to the back of the box and worked out; Pops went to the middle of the box. Emily dropped from the cab and went to the nearest bin. She worked the one on, one off, method that she used when on her own, working her way around the immobile Juliet. She was fast and accurate. The watchers thought they saw a flaw in her plan though; she would finish on the wrong side of the truck. As they were watching her, they didn't see Pops rearrange the driver's seat. Emily put the last bin on and ran towards the driver's door which Pops had opened for her. She slid in as they had practiced; shutting the door behind her as Pops dropped Juliet into gear and released the handbrake. The truck stopped back in the box to a cheer. Emily sat in front of Pops breathing hard. "You know, you're incredibly sexy when you're sweaty and panting." He whispered, kissing the back of her neck. "Thanks." She gasped. "But. If you ever. Make me work. Like that on the round. I'll kick you so hard. Between the legs you'll have a new set of tonsils." The sentence came out in-between her panting breaths. Pops laughed. "I promise, now lets find out your time." He opened the door and let her out. "Well?" He asked. Andy held up the stopwatch. "Sorry Ken, she beat you by twelve seconds." "The time she should have taken to get around the truck?" Ken smiled. "A great little move, but not one I'd like to try. All right Emily, I concede, you are definitely a binnie now." There was a small cheer and several backslaps. Emily shook his hand, basking in the admiration. She looked up at Pops, still sitting in Juliet and he winked at her. *** After that Emily began to feel part of the team. Andy and Pops had always accepted her, but now the others did as well. There was no grumbling if she was switched onto another crew for a day or so as a banksman, except by Pops and Andy of course. Sunny summer days passed into rainy autumn and then cold winter, each bringing differing problems that she got over with Pops and Andy's advice. Soon the Christmas party was approaching. Emily wasn't sure she wanted to go until Pops saw her sitting looking thoughtful one morning break while Andy was off talking to Amy. "Penny for them." He said, sitting opposite her. "I was just wondering about the party." "Me too." He sighed. "I don't always go and was thinking of giving it a miss this year but apparently we've won some award so we have to go." "We're getting an award? Does that happen every year? People getting awards I mean." She was curious now. "Usually. Not always serious ones. They mix them up. Are you bringing someone?" "I wasn't sure I was going to go." "Mandatory for our crew I'm afraid." He smiled. "So, going with someone?" "You know I haven't got a boyfriend, or don't you listen when we're talking?" She gave him a mock stern look. "What about you?" "And you know I don't have a girl." He gave her the stern look back. "Or don't you listen in the cab?" They both laughed. "Look, as it seems like we're both going to be on our own, should I pick you up and look out for you?" "I have been to parties on my own before you know; I'm a big girl now." "I have noticed, but you haven't been to one of our do's, sometimes they get a bit...rowdy." He looked at her strangely, in a way he hadn't before. "If it would make you feel better..." "It would." "Then I'd be honoured for you to escort me to the Christmas party." *** Pops knocked on Emily's door, still amazed that, in a roundabout way, he'd asked her to go out with him. "Coming." She sang out. He fidgeted with the tie that he'd finally decided to wear as she came to the door. It swung open finally and revealed an Emily that he'd never seen before. She looked just stunning. Pops felt his jaw drop open. "What's the matter?" She asked. "N...N...Nothing. It's just that... that I've never seen you out of uniform before. You look gorgeous Em, simply awesome." "You're just saying that." She said blushing. "You know I'm not." He tore his eyes away from the vision of beauty before him. "I will be honoured to escort you to the party and become the envy of everyone there because I'm with you." "Pops, how come you don't have a girl when you can come out with things like that?" "But I do have a girl, for one party at least." He smiled. "Come on, the cab is waiting." *** The party was already under way by the time they arrived. Andy and Amy had got there before them and greeted them with drinks. After a while they all got up to dance, with Pops muttering that this was a bad idea. Emily and Andy both told him to stop moaning and enjoy himself for once to which he answered that he didn't need to dance to do that, but he got up to try anyway. They soon realised that he was right and let him sit down, leaving him in charge of going to the bar. When Emily and Pops had been there about an hour and a half, a halt was called to the music. It was time for the awards. The manager stood up and cleared his throat, nodding to a couple of the larger men who picked up Pops's chair, carrying it and him into the centre of the room. Emily joined in the laughter until she heard the first announcement. "I think most of you are guessing that Pops is the winner of the first award tonight, but he isn't. The first award is to the fastest worker at the depot apparently, although I missed seeing the competition." Emily realised he was talking about her and tried to disappear. Andy and Amy grabbed a hand each and prevented her. "You're not getting away that easily madam." Andy smiled. "You're all wondering what this has to do with poor Pops sat there in the middle of the floor. Well we all decided that Emily should receive her award in the manner which she won it, on his lap! So please give Emily a big cheer!" There was a storm of applause and she was unceremoniously pushed towards where Pops was sitting uncomfortably. As she got closer she could see that he was grinning too. She had been going to perch on his knees but seeing his grin she decided to plonk herself right in his lap in a sudden spirit of devilment. He 'Ooofed' as she sat. The manager walked out and presented her with an engraved shield with her name and 'fastest worker challenge winner' on it. There was more cheering. Now she squirmed in embarrassment, muttering her thanks. Pops whispered in her ear. "Belt buckle." Realising what he meant she went to stand. "If you could wait just a moment Emily." The manager said, putting his hand on her shoulder and preventing her from rising. "There is another award for your crew. If Andy could come and join you." "I don't have to sit on his lap too do I boss?" He joked as he strolled out to join them, getting a huge laugh. "Sod off Andy." Pops said, slightly muffled by Emily's hair in his face. "This award is for the crew with the least missed collections since the new rounds started, and even if we added in the ones that were missed because of roadworks, I'm afraid these three were miles better than the rest of you." He passed another shield to Emily. There was more cheering and a few good natured jeers along the lines of 'suck ups'! "On behalf of my crew, thanks." Pops said. "Now can we get up, because my legs are going numb?" More jeering. 'Liar' and 'She's not that heavy' being the loudest. The manager let them stand, laughing. "You realise I'll get my own back." Pops said loudly but grinning as he said it. *** The music restarted after the rest of the presentations and the bin men went back to dancing. Emily went to get some drinks, it was her round. Pops had disappeared when she came back. Dirty Work "Where's he gone?" She asked. "Said he needed some air and popped outside." Andy replied. "Em, can I ask you something?" She nodded. "Does he seem all right to you?" "You know him better than me Andy. Why do you ask?" "He just seemed more uncomfortable than usual at the presentation." "I think that was me." She said blushing. "I was sat somewhere awkward for him." A smirk spread over Andy's face, Amy giggled too. "I wasn't that comfortable either you know." The other two burst out laughing. "I could have hurt him!" "Sorry Em." Andy managed to gasp. "But..." He laughed again. "Sorry, but I've never seen him so embarrassed. You must have a really great sitting technique." Amy slapped his arm. Emily smiled as well. "I'd better find him and tell him sorry." She picked up her drink and the one for Pops and headed outside. *** Pops was just standing and looking up at the night sky when Emily found him. She passed him his drink without a word and he muttered his thanks. "Pops, I'm...I'm sorry about..." "Not your fault Em." He paused. "Well, not intentionally I hope." A hint of a smile played about his face. He looked into her concerned eyes and a feeling that had been growing since her saw her in her party dress finally blossomed. "Emily, can I kiss you?" His voice changed to a worried tone. "I'll understand if you don't want to." Emily looked into his now anxious face and knew she wanted to kiss him too. "You can kiss me anytime you want to Pops. I want you to ki..." The rest of the sentence was left unfinished as he gently lifted her chin and tenderly kissed her. As they parted they both looked into the others eyes, recognising that they were both sharing the same feelings. "Pops." Emily said. "Is this wrong?" "No Emily, it's just perfect." He said, leaning down to kiss her again. Their lips met, more passionately this time, their arms wrapping around one another, holding them close together. They stood like that for a long time, just kissing, not caring about the rest of the world. Emily shivered as they stopped. "Are you cold? Here take my jacket." Pops slipped the jacket off and draped it around her shoulders. "It's not the cold so much. I can't help thinking what the others will say." "Here and now I don't care." "But later?" "Maybe I will." He shrugged. "But I'm not going to worry now. Come on, let's slip away." "What about Andy and Amy?" "They'll soon realise we've gone and not worry about us. Come on, we'll get a taxi home." *** Pops had never been as happy as he had for the last few months, ever since the party and the kiss. He and Emily just seemed to fit together so well. They demanded nothing of each other. A lot of the time away from work they were together, but not always. They each still did their own thing. The time they did spend with each other was always magical. Pops still couldn't believe that he had found such a wonderful girl, a girl that put up with him. He knew he had some bad habits and tried to rid himself of some of the worst, but Emily had accepted him as he was, she wasn't pushing him to change, he just wanted to. The only thing that bothered him was when they had their occasional arguments. Whenever one occurred he became deeply aware of the difference in their ages and hoped she wouldn't find someone else. It meant that it was him who usually backed down, as he really didn't want to lose her, but the feeling was there that one day they would part for good. For Emily the weeks flew by. She had never met anyone who cared so much for her, who did so many things for her without her asking. But she had the feeling that something was missing. It was nothing concrete, just a vague feeling that was always with her, sometimes rising up and scaring her, usually dormant, but always with her. She was certain it wasn't Pops, at least not directly. In her heart she knew that she loved him, and he loved her. The problem was, he never actually said so. Those three words 'I Love You' had never come from his mouth. And deep down that played on her insecurity, scaring her. She didn't want to be without him. But Pops had been on his own for a long time and she knew he could live without her. She was certain he didn't want to, but he could. Whether she could was open to question though, and that was the thing that she was most frightened of. *** The argument started out as something really stupid. Juliet had been off the road for a week for a major service and Pops was rubbing his hands at the thought of getting her back. "I miss her when we have to take the spare." He said as they left work on the Friday afternoon. "I love that truck." Emily was stung by that. Her tiredness and her worries made her snap back. "More than me it seems." "What? I never said that Emily." "You inferred it though. You love an inanimate lump of metal but you never say that about me." "I didn't think I had to." Pops was concerned and puzzled at the same time. "Em, being with you has been the best time of my life." "But still you can only say you love a piece of machinery and not me." She snapped again. Pops looked at her with no understanding. "Oh, I'm going home. I need to think." "Em. Emily. Wait up." Pops said. "Tell me what to do. I don't know how to put it right." But it was too late, she had gone. *** Emily wouldn't answer his calls all weekend, so it wasn't a big surprise when she called in sick on the Monday morning. And then Juliet wasn't going to be ready until late afternoon. Mondays always sucked, but this was the worst one for ages for Pops. Andy didn't enjoy it much either the mood the older man was in. He managed to prise the information that he and Emily had argued out of Pops, but couldn't cheer him up. They finished the days work and went into the workshop to see how the work on Juliet was going. Told she needed a proving run, the two of them volunteered to take her out. As they left the yard behind them there was a phone call from one of the rounds still out. Andy answered it. "What's up Ken? Need a hand?" "No, we're coming in now. I was just wondering if there was a reason for Emily to be waiting for a bus to the train station." Andy looked at the phone. "What's up Andy?" Pops asked. "Ken says he saw Emily at the bus stop on the Railway route." "What!!" Pops slammed the brakes on and snatched the phone. "You sure it was Emily Ken?" "Of course. She doesn't look that different in civvies." "Thanks." He threw the phone back to Andy. "You coming? I might get into trouble for this." "Em is my friend too. Let's go." Pops dropped Juliet into gear and stamped on the accelerator. "Come on old girl; give me all you've got." He muttered. Juliet responded. It was a master class in driving a dustcart quickly and safely. Pops kept just the right side of safe where he had to; where he didn't Juliet was pushed to the ragged edge. He took corners tightly, missed cars by inches and finally came out onto the bus route. Andy just sat and marvelled at the skill Pops was showing; he'd never seen driving quite like it in a vehicle this big, there had never been the need. By the time Juliet swept into the car park at the railway station Pops was covered in sweat and Andy's hands were stiff from holding on. They came to a halt and jumped out. "Bus hasn't arrived yet, people still at the bus stop." Andy pointed at the queue over on the other side of the car park. "Okay, you go inside and make sure. I'll get to the stop." Pops panted. As he trotted over he saw the bus arrive. Emily was surprised to see a dustcart on the far side of the car park; she knew there were no collections scheduled today. She got off the bus and was met by a panting Pops. "Emily, don't go. Whatever I did wrong, I'm sorry. Don't leave. I love you." And there it was. The three words she'd longed to hear from him. And it was obvious that he meant them. She smiled and held his face. "You big silly. I wasn't leaving; I was going to see my mom. She's sick. Didn't they tell you?" "They got it muddled then. We thought it was you who was sick." He hesitated. "Well, everyone else did. I thought you were still mad with me and were..." "And I was running away from you? You dope. I couldn't do that. I thought about it, but I couldn't. I realised I was being irrational about you and your truck." "She got me to you though." "She did. Now I have to get the train. I must see my mom." "Yes. Yes, of course." "I'll be back in a couple of days. And thank you." "For what? Being stupid?" "That as well. Thank you for those three words. You've never said them to me before." "Three..? 'I love you'? I thought you knew." "I do, but it's nice to hear them sometimes." "See? I knew it was my fault." "Don't knock yourself out over it. Now buzz off so I can catch my train." "Call me?" "Every day." She smiled and kissed him before hurrying off to the ticket office. Pops watched her as he walked back towards Juliet to meet Andy. Deep down he knew that eventually, for one reason or another, he and Emily would be parted for good. He smiled to himself. But it wasn't today. Dirty Work Ch. 02 Word of warning: If you didn't like the first part of this story, you sure as hell won't like the second part as unfortunately things just go from bad to worse for the unfortunate teacher so please don't read if you're offended by the subject matter. "You did this to me...Why did you do this to me..." The words tripped out of my mouth, I was too broken to be overtly hostile, too lost in the hysteria of my environment. Incredibly my body felt on fire as if I'd lost all sense of reality but most worryingly of all there arose in me a mysterious sense of arousal. Whether it was my humiliation, my exhibition or my submission I could not be sure but something was making feel exactly what I thought I'd never feel in this situation. Surely this horrendous situation wasn't turning me on. "What have you done to me, I'm ruined..." but even as I spoke these words, my body was betraying me in an even more humiliating way. Completely flushed from embarrassment, my body glistening in a dark sheen of my bodies most odorous content I felt odd emotions stirring inside me. Surely this depravity wasn't turning me on but I knew the feeling and it was undeniable. But how was this happening? How could this arouse me I pondered as my body temperature continued to rise. My body was really heating up and I felt thirsty but all the while the class ululated with atavistic shock and continued to photograph my naked body illuminated with a new layer of sweat adorning the excrement. Sylvia looked down at me like a God on a vanquished minion. There was something approaching pity in her eyes as I'm sure even she couldn't have figured things getting this out of control. "You did this to yourself, you stupid micro titted mule, and I suggest you follow me right now if you don't want to be seen by the entire school," replied Sylvia to a question that seemed to be asked a lifetime ago. "Holy shit, are her little mosquito bite nipples just after getting hard," cried out one of the male voices and to my horror as I looked down he was right. Inexplicably my perky nipples had broken through their soiled covering and stood out like two pink beacons in my otherwise newly mahoganised frame. What they hadn't yet noticed was the growing dampness between my legs. I quickly attempted to shield my nipples but as soon as I made any contact with my little breasts I felt another rush of lust sweep through me. Sylvia opened the classroom door, the very reason itself I couldn't get to a bathroom and avoid this entire episode. She had the key the whole time but what could I do about it now. I knew the bell would ring at any time and 500-1000 students would come rushing into the halls and it wouldn't take long for them to find me. I couldn't even get out my car as I'd no keys and no way could I get home in this state on my own. As I began to get to my feet she chastised me once more ordering me to stay on all fours like the animal I was. I tried to protest but she reminded me I'd have to stay low to avoid the windows on the doors of the classrooms that lined the halls towards my escape route. Before I could leave there was new snickering in the class relating to my now inexplicable arousal. "Yeah, look, I'd swear her pussy is getting moist as well..." "Is that her clit poking out!" exclaimed one of the girls more obviously in tune with female physiology than most. "Oh my God, what a freak. C'mon you nasty girl and follow me unless you want the whole school to find you here," Sylvia ordered more sternly. Despite the fact she'd put me true this mental and physical anguish something propelled me to follow her, on all fours. Later while trying to analyse this horrid ordeal I'd read about Stockholm syndrome, how a victim becomes entranced with her captors. And though physically I was free, psychologically I was trapped and in more ways than one. So on all fours and leaving a trail of excrement behind me, scrapping along the floor, I crawled across the front of the classroom, escaping out of the puddle of poop I'd been in for the last seeming eternity of my existence. "Oh gross, she's like a shit slug!" cried out one of the girls. It seemed every move I made earned some new denigrating moniker. But as I looked back I couldn't fail to see the trail I was leaving behind me and was shocked at just how discolored my skin was. "Hurry up slug, we don't have all day," Sylvia ordered as I wiggled across the floor. I noticed she had my pointer in her hand that she was patting across a desk towards the front of the class as she grew more into the authority figure in the class. But I couldn't speed myself up, the whole situation was just so incomprehensible. As I finally reached Sylvia who stood erect and powerful standing by the door the power that she exuded over me was absolute. I turned to face the door and prepared to make my final departure knowing that as I did so I was displaying both my filthy bottom and my more intimate reproductive regions. How could I have ever have imagined being so humiliated and yet still I prayed that my dampening pussy wouldn't be so obvious. When I glanced back at the class I could see all their heads hanging downwards to give them a better vantage point. "Hey Sylvia, I'm sure I can see her clit peeking out," howled out one of the boys. Oh my God I thought, anything but that. But a part of me knew he was right. Just how depraved was I, I wondered fretfully. I blocked my pussy with one hand and balancing on the other I slide my legs and torso closer to the door. "Stay where you are slug, and stop playing with your pussy, put your hand down," Sylvia said admonishingly to me. "And Bobby Jones, you wouldn't know a clitoris if it bit you on the nose," Sylvia replied and for one fleeting moment the laughter turned at Bobby. Bobby Jones was one of the nerdier boys in the class, if I hadn't read his bio before class I'd never have placed him as an eighteen year old. "Of course I can, I'll prove it. Give me that pointer and I'll show you." As he spoke these words he'd already begun his ascent towards the top of the class. The fact that he had an erection didn't go unnoticed and there was plenty of tittering from the girls. "I guess she's not the only turned on eh girls," said Sylvia as she passed him the pointer. She ordered to lower my head to the ground and point my bottom up in the sky. Inexplicably I complied and to my horror Bobby began to give the class an impromptu female anatomy lesson. "Okay Bobby, why don't you show the class where her rectum is," Sylvia slyly suggested. And Bobby did, much to the amusement of the class placing the tip of the pointer around the rim of my anus. He further went on to demonstrate where my vagina, my labia, even my urethra and finally my clitoris by utilising the very same technique. Unfortunately for me when he placed the pointer on my clitoris I let out a quite audible moan of pleasure. Clearly by now the secret of my arousal was out as if to compound my humiliation. Encouraged Bobby began to slide the pointer back and forth on my clit. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the clitoris..." Bobby triumphantly declared to more howls of laughter. As he said this I couldn't help but move my hips with his movement of the pointer. I was getting off on it and I couldn't stop myself. "Stop this at once! Bobby, leave that bitch alone. Can't you see she's in heat" and with that command Sylvia grabbed the wooden pointer from Bobby. I didn't know if I was relieved or just more frustrated but even looking back at the class on my hands and knees with my entire feminine charms on a filthy display I couldn't help leaving out a lustful moan. However, before I could even establish what I was feeling Sylvia sent the pointer cracking down on my behind. "YOWWWWW!" I yelped as Sylvia didn't hold back on her caning my bare behind. The class erupted in elation as they counted the five strokes that careered down blistering my behind. Each one pained more than the last and I couldn't help leaving out an anguished holler. After the five strokes I rubbed my tanned bottom looking up with puppy dog eyes at my oppressor about to ask why she was doing this to me. But before I could even open my mouth she was already chastising me about getting aroused by Bobby and telling me that her caning was for my own good to control my wild hormones. Anticipating my every word before I could even verbalise them I was under total control. At that point she finally ordered me out the door of the class leaving a stunned and raucous room of eighteen year old school kids screaming behind. She told Bobby to grab her bag and accompany us towards the gym showers fast as I needed to be scrubbed down before the bell went and hundreds of kids would see me parading in all my false glory. "C'mon bitch you're moving too slowly," Sylvia said grabbing the bag off Bobby and removing what looked to be a collar and leash from it. Handing Bobby the pointer once more she bent down towards me and very quickly and without me even flinching, she tied the collar around my neck with the leash attached. "It's for your own good pet, you're moving too slowly. Now hurry up!" she ordered as she tugged on my leash dragging me along the ground a few steps. I scrambled on to my hands and knees again and quickly made my way through the now deserted school corridors. We passed by other classrooms as we went but fortunately all the doors had glass on only the top half of the doors so I was able to make it to the gym shower room unseen. Of course the whole way there Bobby now in possession of the pointer once more positioned it between my legs. I was in such conflict as despite what I may have thought about the situation, the reality was that each time the pointer flicked off my genitalia the more aroused I got. To my further horror though instead of heading into the female locker room on the right side, Sylvia with leash in hand led me and Bobby into the male locker room. She explained to me that female cheerleader practice would be starting soon and the boys football team would be training for another hour at least so it really was the sensible choice she promised. I had neither the will nor inclination to argue as at least there before me were the showers that I longed to get under. As I made my way towards them however, Sylvia gave my leash a sharp tug. "Not yet slut, there's no point in cleansing your body when your mind is all hot and bothered. First you must rid yourself of your lust..."Sylvia said with an evil smirk. She pulled me past the shower stalls towards another room where there were masseuse tables and baths for the players to use to relax their muscles after practice. Bobby locked the door behind us. The baths were empty and were sunk into the ground, to get in you needed to step down towards them. The baths themselves were ceramic, about 3 and a half feet in depth and about 6 feet long. Sylvia ordered me down into the bath and as I stepped down I found myself eye level with their knees but at least I figured I couldn't be too far away from getting clean. I looked up at Sylvia expecting her to turn on the taps and finally clean myself but only to be disappointed. As I looked at her I could tell she wasn't altogether unaffected by the situation. It was pretty clear that she too was getting off on my humiliation. She had to be some sort of sadist I thought and unfortunately I was no more the obedient slave in our twisted relationship. Of course I still felt I needed her. Then I saw Bobby reach into the bag and pull out a large white double ended dildo. My heart skipped a beat. Surely they couldn't mean...But of course they did. He handed the dildo to Sylvia, who walked over to me, leaned down and offered it to me. It felt so large in my filthy hands but I had never used anything like this in my life. But then I have never been in a situation like this before either and unfortunately for me, inexplicably, this humiliation had somehow turned me right on. Instinctively my body knew what to with this most foreign object passing between the palms of hands. My head was saying no, but my loins were saying LETS GO! Before I could gather my thoughts, the device was hovering over my sex, teasing against my clit. It was big enough to fill two vaginas I thought lustfully as my decrepit captors looked on in amusement. At this point Bobby pulled some wine and beers from his bag and they began drinking . Of course as their teacher I should have objected but I was clearly in no position to chastise anyone. He walked over to the door and closed the latch so at least the boys returning from practice couldn't find me. They were watching me both in excitement and derision and as they commenced downing their drinks, I began to play with my pussy in earnest. At their command and with Bobby capturing my shocking display on film I slowly began to slip the huge dildo into my pussy, causing untold raptures of pleasure through me. "Oh my God, what a total slut. Look at that filthy bitch really go for it! I knew she was a humiliation slut. The more stuck up and prissy they are, the farther they'll fall" said Sylvia. "And look at those super perky nipples exploding from her tiny tits" she added mischievously as she sipped away on her white wine and Bobby reeled in mocking laughter. Oh my God what had they done to me. Surely it wasn't the humiliation alone that was bringing me to such untold heights of lust as I began to more forcefully play with the dildo between my legs. Even still their barbs at my tiny breasts played on my mind and yet my pleasuring continued unabated. After Bobby finished his second can he told Sylvia he really needed to use the bathroom. "I better go out and use the toilet or I'm going to destroy myself just like our slut teacher" he said matter of factly. "You can't, not when we have a perfectly functioning toilet right before our eyes!" she replied gesturing towards me. "You can't mean..." Bobby attempted to articulate directing his gaze towards the gyrating shit covered human in the step down bathtub. "oh please...it would be so awesome," Sylvia responded clearly getting more aroused at the prospect of me being pissed on as I lay there close to orgasm almost inconsequential to the ongoing conversation. "No way, I'm not doing that...not unless you promise to do it as well," Bobby countered almost daring the dominant 18 year old to respond. At first she looked shocked but as the words sunk in and as she realised that she had the once in a life time opportunity to urinate on her clearly defenceless teacher the words began to hold sway. "Well only if you go first...and no cameras," she countered clearly getting excited by the outrageous reality of it all. And before I knew it they had decided. I was going to be their piss mop as I furrowed deep in my pussy with the dildo longing for my orgasm. I felt it was close but all this horrendous talk had unsurprisingly distracted me and I watched on in horror as Bobby began to stride towards me. He had the camera in one hand and he began to unbutton his trousers with the other. "C'mon let's have a look at that tiny prick of yours" Sylvia bellowed. What the hell I thought as suddenly I saw his cock emerging and his pants dropping to the floor. It was anything but short I thought whilst foolishly still not believing my fate until suddenly and without warning a foreign golden stream was directed right towards my face. I recoiled in horror as the first splash hid me right between the eyes and as I turned my face in horror it cascaded down the bridge of my nose towards my mouth. I clenched my lips tight but still I felt the movement of the foul smelling liquid pour down my face. It was relentless, Sylvia ordered me to open my mouth but I simply could not do it, though my pussy play continued. "Oh yuck you can almost make out her face again, look you're cleaning her face with your piss," Sylvia exclaimed commenting on my misfortune. It was true. Though I couldn't see it, I could feel the poo flaking off from my skin, forming a brown liquid river with the urine that sprinkled on my face. I was horrified and momentarily lifted my left hand to protect my face. Of course this did not please Sylvia. She ordered me onto my knees and Bobby directed his urine right at my mouth but as Bobby's assault finally began to lose it's intensity and the urine once a constant hose like force began spattering and stuttering to a stop, dribbling onto my breasts. As it ended Sylvia continued to mock me and laughed as I continued to satiate my sexual desire. "Hey teach, you should see yourself, you're hilarious. You really know how to put on a show." "But the show ain't over yet Syl. C'mon you promised, you're turn," Bobby replied lasciviously. "No way, I can't do that..."said Syl. "You know you can and you know you want to. If I'm not mistaken you're as turned on as I am. I'm pretty sure I can see your nipples through your blouse." "You filthy perv...but you do have a point. But I don't want you watching and you better put away that camera or your life won't be worth living," and then turning to me she added "And you small tits, you better not attempt to get a free shower this time. I want you to swallow my piss!" Out from the bag, that contained their booze, Bobby pulled out another beer for him to enjoy the show. Just what else had these evil creatures in mind. Necking some more wine Sylvia told me to get out of the bath and onto the masseuse table. She lowered it down so I was only just a couple feet from the ground, "How does it feel bitch to be such a slut?" she asked menacingly. I didn't know what to say though somehow the dildo in my hand was still sliding in and out of pussy. I was a slut, I couldn't understand it. All I wanted to was cum. "How does it feel to drink your students piss? You love it don't you. Tell me you love it and I might let you cum!" I was so close to orgasm when she grabbed the dildo from my hand, slapping me across the face with it much to Bobby's amusement. "Answer me whore. Tell me you love. Tell me you want to drink my piss and I might let you cum," she repeated, again slapping me across the face with dildo. It was quite rubbery so it didn't hurt too much but the thought of it was so humiliating and yet I couldn't help myself. "Oh please, just let me drink your piss, I want to cum sooo bad..." With that Sylvia began unbuttoning her jeans. She strictly forbid me to touch myself until she relieved herself and she now seemed to be as much in the throes of lust as I was except she was the undisputed master. When she slipped the jeans off her legs and over her white socks and sneakers I got worried though truthfully all I wanted was to masturbate again. Next came her white cotton panties which slide much easier. I couldn't believe she was stripping bottomless in front of Bobby who now merely had his cock in his hand jerking off to the unbelievable scene before him. I'm pretty sure he couldn't believe his luck when Sylvia's beautiful shaved pussy came into view. As horrified as I was by my predicament I couldn't help but admire the splendour before me. I'm no lesbian and never have been but the sight of my eighteen year old student who repositioned herself to be at an almost ninety degree angle over me was too much. I begged for release. Instead as ordered I opened my mouth. Sylvia tensed her body from above and I got a monumentally close-up view of her most intimate anatomy. For what seemed like an eternity time stood still. Surely she couldn't do this I considered as I gazed upwards, noticing an already formed dampness between her legs, the clear signs of her arousal. Despite my horniness the vileness of the situation struck me once more and as I lay there in my own filth contemplating my fate as I was ordered once more to open my mouth. Dirty Work Ch. 02 Suddenly like a runaway train the foul liquid began filling my mouth. Bobby howled in excitement as quickly my oral orifice was immersed with piss, flowing out the sides of my mouth like a fountain. "Swallow bitch, you're not permitted to waste a drop or you'll be sorry," barked Sylvia. And before I knew it I was slurping back her urine like I had been drinking it all my life. Every few seconds she'd slow down her assault or stop altogether allowing me both time to swallow and to contemplate if she had finally finished. The whole time, Bobby was punctuating the scene with nasty comments whilst still stroking his erect member in obvious satisfaction, not that I could see anything but I could hear the noises of his sexplay. Finally it seemed as if the pissing was coming to a finale, as the pressure and volume eased into a fine trickle. "Keep slurping slut, don't you dare stop until every drop is licked off," Sylvia ordered excitedly. I feared where this was going as complying to the request, I began to lick around her vagina, my face buried deep between her legs. She immediately began groaning in pleasure. It was clear I wasn't the only one turned on as I continued to lick I could the dampness. "You're good at this slut, keep going..." "Hey Bobby why don't you help the teacher to get off. She clearly wants it..." Within seconds I could feel bobby's fingers teasing me. First slowly and then faster he placed one, then two, then three fingers into my pussy. Oh my God I was never so excited in my life as my students violated my shit covered body. "Fuck her, fuck the tiny titted slut!" screamed Sylvia, clearly nearing a climax. Already incredibly violated I couldn't imagine anything worse. "I'm not sticking my dick into that thing, she's putrid. Why don't you show me a proper pair of tits and I'll consider it, this skanks minuscule package is turning me right off," bobby countered much to my continued degradation. Even now, with him casually discussing fucking me and my other student riding my face their constant barrage of affronts got me more and more aroused. In fact as humiliating as I knew it would be to be taken in such a way by my students I knew if asked I probably wouldn't be able to refuse. Sylvia christening me a humiliation slut was my only explanation. These thoughts percolated through my brain as my tongue now slide along my master...I mean my student's vagina. I could hear her moans of ecstasy increase and as she shifted balance enveloping me further inside her, barely able to breathe I could hear the buttons of her blouse opening quickly. Finally the clasp of the bra unclasped as Bobby exclaimed triumphantly. "Wow, now that's what I call a pair of tits, show the pathetic wretch what a real woman looks like Syl," Bobby exclaimed as he withdrew his fingers from my vagina and pushed my legs open spread eagle in preparation to violate me. Momentarily, Sylvia stood upwards, my face no longer buried in her pussy I looked up and could see her beautifully bronzed, bountiful breasts on firm display to the world. I could not help my feelings of inadequacy as I slid down the edge of the masseuse table my gaping pussy poised for my students cock. "Do you want it slut?" he asked though doubtlessly he knew the answer. I wanted it all, her pussy, his cock my complete humiliation, but all I could do was nod. "Beg for it bitch, beg Bobby for his cock!" Sylvia added as Bobby leant in to grope Sylvia's heaving breasts. How I longed to touch them, to feel their perfect form against my lips, instead I watched in lust Bobby skilfully played with Sylvia's erect nipples. "PLEASE, PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!" I shouted begging for release from this lust. As I said the words I knew I was defeated entirely as Bobby slid his cock into my soaking wet pussy. Sylvia once more squatted over me only this time instead of her pussy at my mouth it was her anus. With Bobby now beginning to increase his thrusts I felt on the verge of orgasm. "Lick my ass slut!" Sylvia barked at me and I knew she was serious. Only this morning the very concept of such an action was unimaginable but now it seemed almost logical as I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue against her rim, slavishly tasting the foul acrid scent of her most base organ. Nonetheless, within half a minute I was exploring her anal passage with my tongue as she forced her ass right down onto my face so much so that it seemed the only air I could breathe was that emanating from her bottom. Gasping for breath, I knew I was near orgasm as Bobby began to thunder into me until finally I could feel his cock tighten inside me as both he and I came in a wild moment of sexual frenzy. Simultaneously as I made one final gasp for breath, instead of sucking in air, I felt something else invade my oral cavity. It was at the same time hard and soft, dry and wet and within the second of my throes of orgasm had completely filled my mouth. My cheeks expanded to full capacity until eventually I almost choked. Only then did the vulgar nasty smell hit my nostrils and did I realise exactly the extent of the horror show I was experiencing. Sylvia had just emptied her bowels in my mouth and then as I struggled for breath, swallowing the turd so I could gain space in my mouth to inhale she was rubbing her filthy ass over my face with shit still piling out. Within seconds my face which had been partially cleaned earlier with the collective piss of my conquerors was now being used like toilet paper. Of course the horribleness of her poo in my mouth did not escape me as I attempted to spit it from my mouth, but with no strength in my body and Bobby still ejaculating inside I lay there almost frozen in shock as Sylvia screamed viscerally in pleasure and I resigned my fate to that of human toilet. Dirty Work Ch. 03 Again under no circumstances read this story if you find anything offensive about chapters 1 or 2. As I lay there paralysed it was impossible to know just how much I had swallowed, all I knew was that I never felt so low and yet to my infinite shame so high. I could feel the shit in every orifice of my body, slithering down my throat throughout my body, simultaneously expelling from my mouth between my tits and yet still Sylvia's ass was still painting my face with poo. How could she produce so much? "What does it taste like slut?" Bobby asked with glee as Sylvia finally stepped away from me.. Of course I couldn't answer him, my mouth was so full of excrement, with the excess squashed around my mouth forming a pile like a chocolate cake around my lips. "Hurry up and answer him bitch. I want to know how tasty my shit is for trash like you and don't you dare drop any." Struggling, with my mouth full, I had no choice but to chew down the putrid contents of Sylvia's bowels as my two assailants just mocked and laughed. Sylvia was still nude and I couldn't help but admire her beautiful and firm breasts. "See something you like slut, get your filthy eyes off me and get over here and maybe Billy will help you digest your meal," she said drawing my attention to Billy's penis once more. He was gently stroking it and it was clear it wouldn't take him long to get hard again. I fought down a few more bites as I crawled over to my two harassers, leaving a fresh brown trail behind me. I had a feeling of dread of what future vile deed they'd have me perform but as I was ordered to stop at the feet of Bobby the task at hand was quite clear. "Open your mouth slut," ordered Sylvia as she reached down and gathered a rather large pile of poop that had collected under my chin and stuffed it into my gaping mouth. "I'm not putting my cock into that thing, it's disgusting!" Bobby remarked in disbelief. Bobby was referring to me as an it. As if I hadn't been degraded enough I was now losing my sexuality, completely objectified. "C'mon, I'll make it worth your while, I want to see what titless looks like with a cock in her mouth," Sylvia retorted and began to rub her shit covered hands along Bobby's semi erect penis. Before long he was fully hard once more, his cock browned edged forward. I knew what my role was, even if I wasn't quite sure why I was doing it and braced myself for the cock embracing my shit filled mouth. As his cock entered my mouth, further contents were forced down my throat, temporarily choking me. I had no choice but to swallow the turd as quickly as I could. "Suck it clean BITCH!" mocked Sylvia as Bobby began thrusting his penis maniacally in my mouth, until eventually causing me to gag as he reached my throat. All the while, Sylvia was circling around me, scooping up any extra bits of shit and massaging it into my body and hair making sure every inch of my body was covered. His balls were now slapping against my chin as Sylvia with one hand now held my hair in a firm grip, forcing me to almost completely consume my student's penis. Her other hand now she slipped between my legs, pitilessly rubbing my engorged clit. "I bet I can make her cum before you do," Sylvia said to Bobby as I was now being doubly violated, Sylvia inserting one finger and then a second inside me. "Oh my god, the slut can deep throat," spluttered Bobby as his penis entered me with more depth and more velocity. I could hardly breathe now, both from the deoxygenising nature of a cock down my throat and the unwanted excitement of another ensuing orgasm. I certainly didn't consciously know how to deep throat but unintentionally was seemingly giving Bobby what he wanted. By now though the sides of my mouth were cushioned against Bobby's hard cock with soft squashy poo, I had in fact swallowed most of Sylvia's excrement. This thought horrified me, as if I'd somehow subconsciously allowed all this to happen. Sylvia was pressing hard against me now and Bobby's cock was building up to an inevitable crescendo. I would have screamed in ecstasy if I could instead, the testicles continued to smack my face in a wild unctuous rhythm. I couldn't believe I was close to another horrific yet mind blowing orgasm as Sylvia cruelly toyed with my sex. For another minute the assault on my body and senses continued as I grew ever more feint. Sylvia kept up her barrage of degrading insults simultaneously pumping my body with one hand and grabbing my hair with the other as Bobby's cock unceasingly slid in and out of mouth. Bobby began to groan more fervently and wildly, increasing his pace until suddenly I could feel his penis contort and surge upwards hitting the roof of my mouth becoming momentarily rigid as if time stood still. Sylvia could tell from Bobby's face just what was happening and with one final penetrating thrust delivered my final dehabilitating, dehumanising orgasm. As Bobby's cum spewed into my poo infested mouth I writhed like a snake on Sylvia's slick fingers. After depositing an unholy amount of sperm into my mouth Bobby slipped his now softening cock out of my mouth and began flicking the final vestiges of his load onto my face. I could only look on in horror as one final wave of sperm shot out and landed between my eyes. My mouth so coated in sperm could not even feel the initial spurt bursting inside me but as I closed my mouth I could feel it either ooze out my lips or being swallowed down my throat. Sylvia pulled my face backwards looking down at me and ordered me to open my mouth. I was so weak now I could hardly move. As I opened my mouth I could feel some of Bobby's cum drip from the side of my mouth as the entire humiliation washed over me. I was growing more feint, exhausted, my eyes became blurry, my mind blank and I the next thing I knew I lost consciousness... I awoke to the feeling of a lukewarm tap dripping on my cheeks. As I regained my senses I was immediately struck by the fact that it was not running water giving me my wake-up call but Bobby's penis once more pissing a golden stream all over my face. As I screamed to protest Bobby directed his pee expertly into my gaping mouth temporarily filling my oral orifice which sent a now fully dressed and refreshed looking Sylvia into hysterical laughter. I coughed and spluttered myself awake as it became clear to me that my two assailants had cleansed and washed themselves while I lay dormant on the ground still covered in my own filth. "Okay titless, the fun's over now. Time to get you home, so get on your feet and get moving," Sylvia barked in her usual authoritative manner. Of course though somewhat dimmed by the day's events I was thrilled that soon I'd be able to put this horrendous ordeal behind me and slowly got to my feet and began to head shamefully towards the shower stalls. "Where do you think you're going bitch? We don't have time for you to get cleaned up now. Football practice will be over any second and an entire football team will want to come in here to shower .I'm afraid the time for showering is over, you had your chance but you were getting your beauty sleep." "What do you mean? I have to shower, please I can't go home like this, I'm covered in..." "We know what your covered in you disgusting girl. We've watched you do it to yourself for the last hour and furthermore those cameras we've had on you have watched you as well. But I suppose you want to stay so the boys can see you after practice. That probably turns you on, doesn't it?" "Of course not, how could you say that, I didn't mean this to happen," I countered pleading for clemency, cringing and cowering ever more under the intimidating gaze of my domineering foe, not absorbing her comment about the cameras. "Oh, I suppose we made you shit in your clothes and strip naked in front of the class. And we made you orgasm time and again as you played in your own faeces. It's all on video you tiny titted slut and when Bobby gets done editing all that footage it's going to make quite the film." "What do you mean, what tape?" but when I looked around the room I could see a red light flashing in a corner and at a further glance another camera in the other corner. "Oh please no...you haven't?" I cried out despondently. "Indeed we have, that's all being currently uploaded to Bobby's computer so I suggest you shake your filthy naked carcass to it and come with us before Bobby gets any bright ideas about posting online. I'd be pretty sure at least some of what you got up to was illegal, what with fucking your students and eating your own poop and all." Oh my God, I was so screwed. Why did I continue to debase myself even after my accident. I couldn't seem to piece together the confluence of events that transformed me into their slave but fearing further repercussions and fearing the threat of the football practise coming to an end I had no choice but to follow my persecutors. "On your hands and knees bitch like the animal you are!" Sylvia ordered. This time I didn't even protest, just simply followed orders. The leash was attached to my collar and Sylvia pulled at the reins. I had no choice but to crawl behind her like her pet. Bobby held the door open and before I knew it I was scuttling along the school corridor trying to keep up with Sylvia as she powerfully strode the corridor. Bobby lingered behind me, no doubt taking in the obscene spectacle, I wasn't wrong. "For someone with no tits, you sure have a big fat ass, you should see how it waddles. Hilarious," Bobby said chuckling giving me further humiliation as if any was necessary. Though I was always more self conscious about my tiny chest I was also acutely aware that I was at least curvaceous somewhere if perhaps a little too much. Sylvia paused leaving me crawl past her, taking in the site. "Oh my God, you're right Bobby. She does have a big fat ass. I've never seen a white girl with an ass that big. Hey titless, how did you get such a big old butt when you're titties are so small. You must be one lazy bitch, sitting on your couch all day doing nothing but eating donuts?" I continued walking ahead on all fours, burning with humiliation, almost burning the poop from my face until suddenly I felt a tug from the leash temporarily causing me to choke, stutter and stop causing an almost satanical giggle from my two tormentors. "Hey bitch, master asked you a question. I said how the fuck did you get such a fat ass?" I struggled to answer. I knew I didn't exercise much, in fact hardly at all but I didn't know what they wanted me to say. "I...I...I... don't understand..." "Don't worry, you'll be working your ass plenty between here and the end of term, I'm sure we can get you in shape!" Sylvia barked before unleashing another crack on my bare behind. Before I knew it we had reached the end of the deserted corridors and were heading out the main exit of the school, I could only imagine what the poor janitor would think when he saw the trail of filth that I had left behind me. Through two large glass doors and we immediately left the school corridors and faced the sprawling nearly deserted parking lot. A few cars were scattered around, doubtless some teachers staying for late corrections and perhaps some errant students on detention as well as s collection of jocks and cheerleaders with after school training, undisputedly none of them in circumstances remotely similar to me. Sylvia demanded to know where I parked pulling my keys from my purse which she had carried with her from the locker room, dangling them above my crouched naked body almost playfully. I could feel the cool breeze shimmer against my poop coated naked form. I pointed to my old black second hand Toyota. I had parked towards the back of the lot as I didn't want to be seen by my fellow teachers arriving in so poorly a vehicle. "What a piece of junk, you better wait here while we go to retrieve it, don't worry we'll spin around and pick you up. Now, under no circumstances are you to try and cover your pathetic boobs or pussy while you're waiting or we may just leave without you." So I was left on my hands and knees in a state of panic as my two assailants sauntered casually across the parking lot. As I looked down at my body it seemed that every inch was covered in faeces, except possibly my face where it felt as if Bobby's pee had cleaned some off. It seemed like an eternity watching the twosome stroll to my car. If anybody saw me in this state how could I possibly explain myself, how could I ever live it down? Already the shame of everything I had done today was piercing through me and my body began to shake and sweat. I prayed that Bobby and Sylvia would hurry up and get me off this awful stoop. I knew they were revelling leaving me as exposed as this as they seemed to gain sadistic pleasure. I could hear a commotion in the corridors behind me but I daren't look back. Voices were distilling in the halls, I was sure at any moment I would be discovered on this stoop by whatever remnants of the school body remained be it janitor, teacher or student. By now my two tormentors had reached the car and I watched as slowly they drove around the car park towards me, my hands in obeisance still at my sides. As the car pulled up I could see the passenger side was empty with Bobby driving and Sylvia in the back seat. I couldn't help but run down the steps towards my car and as soon as I moved Bobby began blowing the horn of the car repeatedly attempting to draw as much attention on me as possible. As I neared the car, just about to put my hand on the door handle it pulled away in a small dash away from me. Again as I approached the car it jerked forward again. I could hear the laughter from the two monsters inside as they pulled away from me again. I watched in horror as my car pulled away from me leaving me no option but to chase after it maniacally. The car stopped another 500 hundred yards ahead and as I finally reached it after streaking wildly though the parking lot, the passenger door was swung open and in I jumped. "You should see your face!" exclaimed Sylvia between cackles of laughter between herself and Bobby. Between the piss, cum, sweat and the poop slithering down my face I knew I must look like some kind of monster. "Oh God, you stink! Quick, open the windows. EWWWW!!!" She was right, the stink was putrid, all the windows in the car were lowered which further exposed me to the outside world. Almost automatically I pulled the seatbelt across my naked chest, dividing my two miniscule breasts as Sylvia slammed her foot on the accelerator and we gunned out of the school parking lot. Despite the fact I was almost completely exposed to the elements with no cover on me other than a collection of faeces I was hugely relieved to be departing the scene of the crime. Of course I had no idea where we were heading. "So where do d'ya live titless" Sylvia asked me mockingly. I gave them my address and to Sylvia's amusement as it was in the most salubrious part of town and off we travelled. Of course stopping at every traffic light was a new humiliation as I feared anyone looking across would see my absolute dishevelled state. When we were only two blocks from my house, Sylvia stated we were low on gas and so we stopped at the local gas station. I had been living in the area for a few years so I knew a few of the employees mostly ne'er do well 20 somethings or teenagers. I was certain we had enough gas to get home but Sylvia insisted we needed to fill up. "Please, I just want to get home, please," I begged hoping for some reprieve but to no avail. We pulled into the gas station. Sylvia told Bobby to fill the car with gas and ordered me to follow her into the store to pay. "Please, I can't go in there looking like this..." "What's wrong with you?" Sylvia asked with a cheeky grin. "I'm naked and covered in poop! Please, I can't go in there..." "Don't worry, all your naughty bits are covered and I'll explain everything in there. I just need you so I can buy some alcohol, otherwise me and Bobby might just drive off without you, don't you think we wouldn't?" It was a threat rather than a question. In any case I was already so defeated mentally I slid my puerile form out of the car and followed Sylvia listlessly into the shop. It was true that I wasn't showing any skin per se, I was undoubtedly quite the spectacle for anyone who would cross my path. Fortunately there was no other customer in the store as we entered and the gas station forecourt was empty of cars. I stepped barefoot across the forecourt, feeling the chill of a light breeze all over my exposed body. After the car ride most of the shit had by now more or less hardened on to my body appearing as if a false second skin. I felt the air conditioner whizz down my body as I stepped through the automatic door, a low buzzing sound emitted to alert the attendant that he had customers. Casually looking straight down the aisle at us he must have got quite a shock. "What the fuck!" he hollered completely taken aback by the scene before him. "Oh relax, it's just a model, god you'd swear you'd never seen a woman covered in chocolate before!" I noticed Sylvia was still referring to me as an "it". "It doesn't smell like chocolate," the clerk replied. It was Paul, a deadbeat college drop-out who lived a few doors down from me, still in his parent's basement and apparently he somehow still didn't recognise me. Him and his geek friends always leered like teenagers whenever I saw them in the neighbourhood. "Well if it wasn't would she eat it?" Sylvia responded and to my shock she groped my little breasts with a hand each, squeezing the skin from the outside, cupping initially, then scrapping inwards with her finger nails until she finally pinched my bare nipples after gathering a pile of poop in each hand. She commanded me to open my mouth and she proceeded to feed me the two lumpy scrapings as I meekly complied. The clerk stood there in amazement at this even more shocking display as I meekly complied, struggling to chew on the vile excrement. It was even more difficult to digest than before as the scrapings were harder and drier. Amidst much retching and spluttering I managed to chew down my meal as I noticed Paul casting his gaze downwards. My breasts once covered in poop were now open to the elements. "Ha, my God, she's totally topless!" "Yeah and titless!" replied Sylvia, pinching my sensitive nipples once more to which the two of them broke out in howls of laughter. When I raised my hands to attempt to cover my little breasts Sylvia smacked my butt loudly in admonishment and ordered me to keep my hands by my sides. I still couldn't quite comprehend was I was complying with all her cruel orders. "Anyway, what can I do ye for?" Paul finally asked us. Sylvia, gestured to the car outside, indicating the gas we owed and also asked for a bottle of vodka, two bottles of red wine and twelve cans of beer. When asked for ID and payment she pulled out my driver's license and credit card. "Holy shit, I know you, you live down street , with your stuck up attitude, I never would've known you were such a slut. Yeah, you've been teasing me and the other boys working here for a helluva long time, always giving us some hoity demands and complaints. Well I never, wait til I show the guys the security tape of just what a tiny chested teasing slut you were the whole time. Model my ass, I taught you said you were a teacher..." "I am a teacher...I mean...err...I just had a little accident ...I mean just part time model" " I ought to call the police and get you arrested, cavorting around like that, buying alcohol for minors, it's all on tape honey." "No please, you can't, I never meant no harm, tell him Ms. Sylvia, it's all just one big misunderstanding," I spluttered out. Dirty Work Ch. 03 I couldn't believe he was talking about getting the cops involved. "Unless my memory is playing tricks on me I thought you had a rack. What happened to your tits? I must say I'm quite disappointed." "She used to fill her bras with all sorts, pathetic isn't it? But I suppose once you cast your eyes on those little mosquito bites it's hard not to blame her. Anyway, no need to call the police, why don't you just give us what we asked for and you can come join us another time. Our pretty little model here should still be able to give you a show some other time but I'll bet she's a little tired and wants to go home for a wash." "Okay, I'm gonna give you what you want but I'm also gonna hold you to that offer. I'll see you around neighbour. Maybe some of my mates could join us, I know they'd be only too thrilled to see more of you." "Absolutely, the more the merrier except maybe when it comes to bra size..."Sylvia replied again to chuckles from the gaping Paul. Oh cringe, I would never be able to live this down now. I was in no position to move home as I was locked in to a fairly tight mortgage and besides I had always liked the neighbourhood. Paul handed over the alcohol to me in two bags meaning I had no way to cover myself, casting me a cheeky grin as he peered down at my exposed nipples. At least my other private parts were somewhat covered albeit by a most foul substance. Odd that being covered in faeces was my only consolation. However, as I turned to walk away Paul let out another whistle as he got a glimpse of my oversized ass walking out of the store. I felt the cool breeze outside again as we strolled back to the car, my bare chest exposed to all and sundry. A car had just pulled in to get gas and I could see a middle-aged woman almost double take as she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. I quickly jumped into the car, seated once more in the passenger seat and off the three of his went to my house just a two minute drive away. Finally, we reached my house. It was still light out but despite this all I wanted was to get inside and wash myself down. Whatever horrible plans the sick duo had for me at that moment I didn't care, I just wanted to be clean. Unfortunately, Sylvia had the keys and as I followed her out of the car instead of walking up to my porch I followed her around the back of the house once more attached to the lead. I begged her to leave me inside; I was so humiliated already but instead she dragged me into the middle of the garden and ordered me onto my hands and knees. Once more Billy had his phone out capturing my shame. "We can't leave you inside so dirty, you'll destroy your house, don't worry though we'll let you in as soon as we've hosed you down. Now be a good girl, try not to make a scene and we should get this over with before your neighbours start paying attention. Perhaps you could be helpful for once and tell Billy where the hose is. And that was it. I pointed to the corner where I kept the hose, usually just for sprinkling the few flowers and shrubs I had. Today I was to be deflowered and Sylvia was to do the deflowering. Billy dutifully handed the hose to Sylvia and pointed his camera phone directly at me. In the middle of my back yard and like a dog down on all fours, I awaited in trepidation as Sylvia eagerly took to her task. The first spray of water shook me to my core as the bitter coldness of the water blasted directly into my face. Briskly she stepped around me gushing the water all over my body. It felt like my second skin was melting off, peeling like a snake's used skin. For several minutes Sylvia cajoled and humiliated almost every inch of me. Of course crouching down she paid special attention to my flat chest, spending an inordinate amount of time directing the spray at my hardened nipples, ordering me to pinch them as she did so. I knew Billy was now getting quite a show, as while once my body was half shielded in a glaze of excrement it was now becoming completely uncovered, the poop forming a puddle in the grass at my hands and knees. "Well, I must say you're really looking much cleaner now. However, there's still one major area left and I'll tell you this for nothing don't make this hard on yourself because one way or another this is going to happen so you better spread your legs right now and we can get this over with quickly or we can do it the hard way which I guarantee you're not going to like. Billy get behind here, you know where to direct that camera. Completely at the mercy of Sylvia now, for some reason in absolute submission, I felt the spray from the hose transcend down my spine, spending time again around my butt until she finally reached my exposed pussy. She ordered me to spread my legs even further and directed the hose right up close and personal. I squirmed as the pressure created an odd reaction within me. She began thrusting the hose almost inside me and swiftly pulling back. "Oh my God, she's loving it!" "There's nothing that wouldn't turn this sick bitch on." And the worst part was, they were right. Sylvia continued to toy with my pussy. "Lick the grass slut. Get your face in the dirt where it belongs." Of course a large puddle of hose water and excrement had now formed around me but as Sylvia caressed my nether regions with the hose and with another humiliating orgasm building I couldn't help but to comply, my tongue now slurping the sodden grass. The assault continued against my pussy, the water spraying powerfully at my sex until I was just about to come. As I gyrated wildly towards the nozzle of the hose Sylvia changed tact once more. "Spread 'em wider slut!" Sylvia ordered as she positioned the spray one last time on my pubic hair before slowly and sensually sliding it down my engorged lips. Again she paused, teasing me with the nozzle, almost making me beg to be penetrated. She circled around my enflamed pussy, almost sliding it in me until I was so close to another shattering orgasm I could almost taste it. However, to my dismay she moved in and instead of penetrating my pleading sex she pressed the nozzle against my exposed and gaping ass and pushed the nozzle up my rectum. I screamed out in anguish as suddenly gushes of water were filling my insides and yet despite the perversity instead of attempting to wrestle the hose from my ass I stroked wildly at my vagina until an inestimable time had passed when Sylvia finally released the nozzle. The water from the hose was the stopped as I yelped in atavistic orgy. I don't know how long I slouched there, my butt still pointing upwards but what seemed like an eternity couldn't have been longer than a few seconds for whilst my body shook in coital bliss I could feel the pressure from my anus begin to expel the water from me. It first came in a little spurt lasting only a second or two, then a larger one until finally the water gushed out my ass like a fountain. Of course my two assailants were overcome with amusement. I didn't think they would ever stop laughing and of course the camera caught the whole humiliating exercise including the shattering orgasm I received as I became a human sprinkler, fluids exiting me from all orifices. Dirty Work TO BE CONTINUED