11 comments/ 59251 views/ 1 favorites The Special CD By: magmaman My name is Sara, I am a housewife. My husband Sam is probably every woman's dream. He has dark hair, a mustache that is always neatly trimmed, big broad shoulders. He lifts weights just enough to stay nice and firm without getting all bulgy, too. Add in that he works hard and is a good provider, I find myself usually completely content with my role of keeping everything in reasonable order at home. The one problem is Sam works 10-12 hours every day so he is usually pretty tired when he gets home. So it is dinner, a TV show or two and off to bed. I look forward to the weekends when he takes me in his arms and spends an hour or so playing with me. I return as best I can, our lovemaking is fine. I just want a lot more of it. This went on for a couple of years, one day we were out to dinner and the day was hot. I dressed lightly, no bra, just a simple halter top. But the top was a shade too big and kept slipping, I noticed Sam would stop in the middle of a sentence, things like that. It took a bit for me to realize that nearly the whole tops of my breasts were peeking out if I leaned forward towards the table. Sam was like an animal when we got home, I was so happy that I got him all hot and bothered. Sam runs training sessions at work, they use CD's in the classes, it helps the employees to be more productive. The CD's come in, Sam screens them and prepares his presentations, then schedules the employees he thinks need added training. I have been in his office many times as he sat in front of the monitor going over the programs, sometimes using the computer to make changes. In fact, I stop by quite often and Sam and I will go to lunch together, those are wonderful times. Plus I know all of the crew, too. So I am really just a normal happy housewife, one could say. Except for a little less intimacy and sex than I would like. I got an idea. We keep a lot of video equipment at home, Sam uses it sometimes on weekends and evenings, and I learned quickly how to use it all. So I decided to make a video, one of those naughty ones, the idea was to turn Sam on even more. I set up the equipment, starting out just moving around in front of the camera. Then I slowly began to disrobe, making a big production out of it, until all I had on was a skimpy pair of panties. I moved to the bed, lay back and stroked myself, displaying to the camera. Then I lifted my hips, slid the panties down. I opened my legs, wider and wider, reached down with one hand and pressed my fingers against my wet sex. I scooted closer to the lense, finally I was just inches away, the lense pointed right between my legs as I manipulated and spread my lips open. I was so turned on, then I was thrashing at myself feverishly, I even forgot the camera lense was on me as I exploded in wave after wave of pleasure. Later, I played the disc, God it was hot. In fact, I almost chickened out but I knew Sam would love it. I knew Sam's habits very well, he always screened the CD's in his office, then set them aside when he was done. I had watched him, it was always the same, the new programs were in a stack on the right, the ones he had finished he placed in his briefcase beside his chair. The next week, I was headed to town to do the shopping, and stop by Sam's office to go to lunch, it was almost a Wednesday ritual. Sam was in his office when I arrived, I waved at the guys out on the floor as I walked by, they all waved back. He was finishing up, I waited for my chance. The phone rang and while he was distracted I slipped my CD onto the top of the pile. I was almost trembling in excitement at the thought of what his reaction would be. Back at our house, I put on a pretty halter top and skirt, I was hoping that Sam would have previewed the CD that afternoon. I was sure of it in fact, he always did. I heard his car pull up at around 3:30, he was 2 hours early coming home. "SARA!!" the door slammed open, Sam stood there with a strange expression. "What's wrong?" I felt a wave of panic flood over me. "That tape? What were you thinking?" "I...I just wanted.." My voice trailed off, I was surprised at his reaction. "You didn't tell me." "It was a surprise." "Yea, a surprise all right." I was confused now. "We have a new system at the shop." He was still looking at me oddly. "What new system?" "We load the training tapes directly. They are played in the crew's breakroom." "Oh God.." "That's not the half of it, they also go to headquarters to be filed, then relayed to every branch." "Oh, GOD!" "I think you are famous." I almost started to cry, he held me in his arms firmly. I could feel him hard against my body. Why was he so turned on, this was a disaster! "Don't cry, hon. Don't cry. I was just teasing, teaching you a lesson." It took me a moment to understand, then relief flooded over me. He kissed me, and this led to some sweet afternoon lovemaking. Later we lay in each other's arms. "I love it when you are naughty." He told me. I snuggled up tight to his strong body. "I can be naughty." "Where is the CD?" "I left it at the office....OH SHIT!!" He leaped up, reached for his clothes. "Now what?" "The CD. I left the CD at the office! They will screen it this afternoon!" He headed for the door. I looked at the clock, 5:30. Oh God. The Special Dinner Party Note: This story is based on actual events, and although I have embellished it a little here and there, is for all intents and purposes a true story that happened about nine months ago… The idea for the dinner party was Maxine’s and was based on a fantasy she’d had for many years in which she was the centrepiece for a gentlemen’s’ dinner party. In her fantasy she was dressed in a special frock that just exposed her nipples and cunt, and her role was to entertain the gentlemen by showing off and being available for their pleasure. When I asked her if she would like to make her fantasy become a reality, she asked to think about it for a week, then agreed. The first task was to seek an appropriate outfit and this took several weeks, but eventually she had available a black corset, suspender belt, stockings and high heels as her foundation garments, with a tight-fitting black top and long black velvet skirt to go over them. The corset barely covered her nipples, and we had the blouse altered so that the neckline was even lower, well below the corset. The skirt had a false slit sewn into the front, with lacing to hold it together, but the material was gathered in behind making it impossible to see through. So we took it to a dressmaker and had the concealing material cut out to the point where her cunt was just revealed through the slit as she stood or walked around, providing she wore no knickers. I should take a moment now to describe Maxine. She is mid-forties, with a beautiful, curvy and very feminine figure, dark shoulder-length hair, very smooth olive skin full lips and deep eyes. She always wears lipstick and makeup, paints her nails, adores thongs and high heels and has her pussy trimmed Brazilian style. She is in short very sexy and slightly vampish. The effect of the outfit was to emphasis her hourglass figure, softly reveal her cunt and expose her nipples if she so much as took a deep breath. I spent the next month advertising for and interviewing prospective dinner party guests. Maxine felt the maximum number she could handle was four, and we wanted interesting, amiable, non-pushy types. Finally, I had the four picked out, we decided on a date and I sent out the invitations. It was my role to cook, Maxine’s to entertain and serve the guests, so I spent the afternoon of the party preparing the meal – a light vegetable soup, followed by steamed fish Thai style. To keep things easy, we decided that dessert would be coffee and chocolates, a great way to finish an erotic dinner. The table was set silver service for six with two candelabra. We had extra candles ready so that we could douse the room lights and Maxine could bask in the soft, warm glow of candlelight. Maxine spent a good couple of hours bathing and grooming herself and then dressing in her special outfit, but was still ready well before the guests arrived. She looked stunning, and just nervous enough to be irresistible. Over a glass of champagne I reminded her of the game plan, instructed her to follow my lead and assured her I would look after her, allowing her to let go and become the high class slut she so desperately wanted to be. We just had time to wish each other luck before the doorbell rang. The first to arrive was Nick, straight from work and looking very serious in his business suit. He kissed Maxine politely and sat on the sofa while I poured champagne. Maxine sat in the chair we had carefully positioned for her, directly opposite the sofa, and let Nick’s eyes roam all over her. The doorbell rang again, and two more guests arrived simultaneously, George and Bob. Bob was young looking and sweet enough to bring flowers for Maxine, allowing her to make a big fuss over him. George also greeted Maxine with a polite kiss, and they joined Nick on the sofa for a drink, and a perve. Maxine started to show off, bending forward to serve the men hors d’heuvres, far enough for her nipples to show, all the time making bubbly conversation. The guys tried to match her but were somewhat overwhelmed and awkward, so I suggested that Maxine go and arrange Bob’s flowers. While she was gone, I reminded them of the dinner party rules. They were allowed to look at Maxine at any time, and before dinner they were encouraged to feel her up, to help break the ice and establish her role as a plaything for them. During dinner I asked them to refrain from touching her, to give her more freedom in revealing and exposing herself, but afterwards she would be available for explicit viewing, touching and sexual play, including intercourse. I encouraged them to begin touching and fondling her – make her feel the centre of attention – they seemed visibly relieved to hear it and agreed to be more pro-active. Maxine arrived back just as the doorbell rang again, announcing our last guest, Lionel, early forties, slim and dark with long hair. As he greeted her Maxine took an instant liking to him as well. I instructed Maxine to offer the plate around again, knowing full well that this time she would have to stand and move to each guest because they were too spread out to just bend forward. Maxine understood immediately, picked up the plate and moved to Nick, holding it just below her cunt and standing as close to him as possible, so that his eyes were literally inches from her neatly shaven pussy. She stood patiently in front of each man, giving them plenty of time to feast on her and the plate. If they hadn’t noticed before, nobody could miss the fact that she was wearing no knickers and her cunt was on display. Maxine made to sit again, but I instructed her to stand near each man so that he could feel her. She went to Nick first, sensing he was the most inhibited of the group. While I started to serve the entrée, Maxine moved from man to man, so that each had a chance to feel the body they would soon be admiring and later playing with. To my surprise, no-one was game to play with her cunt, which was clearly, although subtly on show the whole time through the slit in her skirt. Before I announced dinner I gave them an idea of what they had missed out on, holding Maxine from behind and touching her clit, causing her to almost double with pleasure, as she is extremely sensitive. She remained rooted to the spot, as I had instructed her to do, squirming as I massaged her pussy in front of the four strangers. I turned Maxine toward me, and whispered that it was time to start dinner. This was her cue to begin disrobing, so she excused herself and disappeared into the bedroom. While she was gone, I seated the four guests, positioning them on either side so each would have a good view of Maxine, seated at the end, both above and through the table. As I poured wine for the first course, Maxine reappeared, with fresh lipstick and no tabard, revealing her corset and ample cleavage. All eyes followed her as she took her seat, and wished everyone bon appetit. Throughout the first course Maxine continued to lead the conversation, and took every opportunity to flash her tits, by lifting her arms to adjust her hair or bending forward to offer condiments around. At one point, she stood and helped each of the men out of their coats, bending low and close so that her tits literally fell out each time. I cleared the table, and Maxine helped. While she was in the kitchen, I explained that I would be busy preparing the next dish for about twenty minutes, and she was to use the time to entertain our guests in any way she saw fit. She took a deep breath, revealing both nipples and asked if that was what I meant. I replied that it was a good start, whereupon she held the posture and returned to the table, practically bare breasted. I busied myself in the kitchen, glancing up occasionally to see how Maxine was going, as she moved around the table, sometimes sitting, sometimes standing, to give everyone a good view of herself. The meal was taking a little longer than I wanted, so to keep things moving I called to Maxine, pretending I needed some help. When she arrived, I explained the situation and suggested she get ready for the main course, which involved disrobing further, a little earlier than we’d planned. She smiled wickedly and excused herself, reappearing a few minutes later with her skirt replaced by a pair of thong knickers. A small cheer went up from the table at the sight of the skimpy outfit, squeezing and clinging to her petit body. By now dinner was ready to serve, so I handed the plates to Maxine and allowed her to take them in, giving her more opportunities to show off to the men. When she returned for her plate and mine, I took her into a corner, out of sight of the dinner table, and removed her panties. She was breathing deeply, and I could tell she was very aroused. I slipped my finger into her, sensing her wetness, and instructed her to return to the table, set the final plates and take her seat, as if nothing had happened. She was not to do anything more unless told to, and was to sit through the main course with her legs closed, although her trimmed bush would be very visible. Needless to say, dinner was a swift affair, as the men were keen to move on and see what would happen next. When everyone was done I began removing plates. Maxine made to help, but I told her to stay where she was. As I collected her plate, I whispered in her ear that as I left she was to open her legs as wide as she could, and within one minute begin masturbating. As I returned from the kitchen I noticed that Maxine had done as she was told, and had the undivided attention of all four guests. I continued to remove plates, napkins, placemats and anything else that could be spared to improve their view. The stiffness of the corset forced Maxine to move her hips forward, making her cunt more visible to her admirers. She has very large labia, and had peeled them back to reveal the pink inner flesh, and was now working a finger in and out of herself, occasionally sliding it up and over her clit. The men were moving closer, and George even slid his chair back so he could kneel on the floor and watch. Maxine is lovely to watch when she is masturbating. She closes her eyes, and tilts her head back, as she moves two fingers in small circles around her clit – it is too sensitive to rub directly. Every now and then she would open here eyes and look at the men around her, and I could tell by the curl of her lip that this turned her on enormously. However, I didn’t want her to come yet, so I decided to remove her corset as a means of breaking the momentum while still upping the ante. As I forced her to sit up straight, she had to stop masturbating, but keep her legs open. I loosened the back of her corset, and then unclipped the front, releasing her lovely, firm 36DD breasts in the process. As I lifted the restricting garment away, Maxine immediately lay back and resumed masturbating, so I asked two of the men to lift her, seat and all, away from the table and over to the lounge area where we would all have a front row seat. I invited them to touch her anywhere, and in any way, they saw fit, and also made it clear that if they needed to relieve themselves, they should feel free to do so and they could come on her wherever they liked. I took a moment to go to the bedroom and fetch a couple of vibrators, as I felt there was a fair chance that Maxine would need them before long, and when I returned Bob was busily stroking his big cock in Maxine’s face. Nick was to one side, caressing her thigh while the other two had their pants open and were gently stroking their cocks. The sight of erect cocks – erect for her, mind you – was driving Maxine nuts, so I knew I would have to slow things down a little. I brushed her hand away, put the larger vibrator against her cunt, eased it into place, and then turned it on to about medium. I asked Nick to hold it there, and fetched some bondage rope. With this I tied her knees and ankles tightly together, holding the vibrator in place but restricting access to her clit. Then I cuffed her, and tied her hands behind her, so that the guys could take their time and savour her. The vibrator was keeping her aroused, but not enough to cum, and in her frustration Maxine rubbed her thighs against the chair and tried to capture Bob’s cock in her mouth. This was no mean feat, as it measured about ten inches, and he was beating it furiously, but she managed to wrap her lips around the end of it at times. Suddenly Bob groaned and pulled back, releasing large gobs of cum over Maxine’s face and hair. She tried to catch what she could in her mouth, and lick up the rest, but a lot of it was dripping onto her tits and tummy. I lifted her into a standing position, still tied, turned her around and lowered her onto the sofa between George and Lionel. Bob asked if her could lick her now sopping cunt, so I untied her legs and removed the vibrator, giving him full access to her pussy by spreading her legs wide over the guys sitting either side of her. Maxine immediately started moaning, and bucking her hips, and then Lionel was shooting his load onto her face and tits, before shoving his cock into her mouth to have it sucked clean. Maxine had barely finished this when George added to her coating of cum, interrupting her moaning again as he had her lick him clean. By now, my beautiful, sophisticated girlfriend was a quivering wreck, desperate to cum and willing to do anything to achieve it. She lay there, completely helpless, as Bob sucked and licked and nibbled at her cunt and clit, the spasms of pleasure rendering her incapable of anything but involuntary movement. She was whimpering, asking, pleading to be fucked, and I knew the time had come to let her have her way. I carried her into the bedroom, and laid her out, explaining that she would have to put her cocksucking skills to good use if she wanted the men to gang bang her. We placed Maxine on her hands and knees so that I could fuck her doggie style while she sucked cock, a new experience for her and one she was keen to try. Maxine is excellent in this position as it forces her thigh muscles to tighten her already snug cunt, and allows for deeper than usual penetration. She soon had a couple of cocks at her mouth as I stroked deeply in and out of her, but it wasn’t long before one of her knees started to hurt and she asked to be laid on her back, her favourite sexual position. By now Bob was ready, and Maxine asked if we would add some lube before he penetrated her, which we did, allowing him to slide his huge, hard cock slowly into her as she emitted deep, guttural groans of intense satisfaction, proving her oft stated preference for large cocks. Maxine likes to fuck with her legs in the air, so I asked Lionel for help and we held one leg each, supporting her and helping her lift her cunt up to meet Bob as he thrust into her, picking up speed as she urged him on. I looked down to see that she had a hand wrapped around Nick’s cock, while George had moved in to allow her to suck on his. Maxine’s other hand kept moving toward her clit, desperate to masturbate, but it was too early for her to cum and I moved it back to George’s cock, instructing her firmly to translate her desire to cum into cock stroking, something she is quite accomplished at. Bob pulled out, spent for the moment, and I raised an eyebrow toward Lionel, inviting him to take his place. Lionel didn’t hesitate, and within a few seconds Maxine was impaled on her third cock of the evening. Lionel was much more focused, or horny, because within three or four minutes he had cum, and withdrew, allowing George to take his place. By now Maxine had started to pant with the ordeal of the sustained fucking, and needed a man on each side to support her. We each held an arm, pinning her down in such a way that she could still reach for a spare cock, and holding a leg in the crook of our elbows just behind her knee, to keep her legs as open and high in the air as possible. She had been at it now for about half an hour, and was babbling about her need to cum, so I reassured that she would be allowed to do this, but only after everyone had finished with her – until then she was a slut to be played with. George seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, his cock wasn’t that long but it was quite thick, and he was finding Maxine’s tight little cunt most pleasurable. But in fairness it was Nick’s turn, so he graciously made way for him, taking the opportunity to move around to Maxine’s head instead and slipping his cock into her mouth. As Nick penetrated her George held Maxine’s head and began fucking her mouth, stretching her lips tight over his fat cock. As I mentioned, Maxine likes sucking cock, and has done her fair share of it over the years, in the back of taxis, on beaches and in parks, trains, you name it, but I never lose my sense of fascination at the sight of her taking a cock into her mouth, willingly, wantonly, and working hard to make it cum for her. Even with both hands and her cunt busy, she still bobbed her mouth back and forth as George fucked her, and I could see her tongue darting around as well as she strove to live up to her reputation as a cock sucking queen. Nick heaved, and collapsed on Maxine, as he shot his load into her, then withdrew. The other two guys were engrossed in what Maxine was doing with mouth and hands, so I again took my place between her legs, this time jacking her up by putting a couple of pillows under her arse. I slipped my cock into her now very supple and well lubricated cunt, and began stroking away, as she concentrated on sucking the cock in her mouth. She was now sucking and stroking, doing everything she could to make it cum, and be one step closer to the reward she sought, to be permitted the huge and powerful orgasm that had until now been denied to her. Watching her working on George’s cock, I felt my own orgasm building, and let my balls explode as I came in waves deep inside her warm, wet cunt. George indicated he was happy where he was, so I withdrew and let Bob, who was keen to ride her again, between Maxine’s legs. This time his big cock slid in easily, and we could just her moans as Bob went to work, coming deep out of her throat as her mouth was full with George’s cock. Nick had moved around the other side, and was gently stroking and teasing Maxine’s nipple, letting her know that he was there and supporting her. She’d been the subject of intense fucking for over an hour now, but didn’t have long to go. Bob’s eyes were glazing over her as he slammed into her, nearly ramming her into the bed head as he penetrated her more and more deeply. The pillows under her were assisting in this, and she was doing everything she could to raise her hips, so Nick and I lifted her legs higher and wider to help her get more of that monster cock inside her, something she was clearly striving to do. I think we were all getting off on the sight of that big pole moving in and out of Maxine. She has a fairly narrow waist, which made it seem like it was going deeper inside her than it actually was. We couldn’t help wondering how she managed to take it, but she was and appeared to be loving it. She let go of George’s cock, in truth I think she was now panting so hard she had to breathe through her mouth, and stared at the thing that was impaling her. At that point I thought she was having an orgasm, but I soon realised she was ready to ejaculate. I tapped Bob and told him to slow right down, and as he did, easing himself slowly into her, we could all see a jet of liquid squirt from her cunt and gush onto the sheets as she held her breathe and gritted her teeth. I suggested Bob stick to that excruciatingly slow pace, to see how much she was capable of ejaculating. As Bob’s big cockhead slid ever so slowly in and out, over her G-spot, Maxine squirted again and again in truly awesome quantities. As she emptied herself, she begged Bob to fuck her harder, and he obliged, with the rest of us holding her against his wild thrusts. The Special Evening Her lover knew she needed a romantic night out, so he got them a hotel suite for the evening. When he picked her up that night she was dressed to kill, in a very sexy black dress, black stiletto heals, and wearing no bra or panties. She let him get a look when she got in the car. She found a single rose on the seat, and smelled it, then began to rub her pussy. She was already wet in anticipation of what he had planned. When they got up to the room they found a chilled bottle of ginger ale and two champagne glasses. He didn't drink, they also found a bowl of fruit, some Black Raspberry Ice cream was in the freezer, he had music playing a very romantic and passionate instrumental. He also had the room lit with candles, satin sheets on the bed, and a fire going in the fireplace, to go along with the fire burning in their hearts. He had also spread rose petals through the room. They sat on the couch, drinking a toast of ginger ale, and eating some of the fruit feeding each other, she rubbed her leg against him, as she was also wearing a pair of black thigh highs and a garter belt. She put her foot between his legs and began to rub it against his crotch with her heals still on, then she took them off, and began rubbing his crotch some more with her foot. She wanted him so bad. He made her feel so wonderful, he comforted her. She crawled over to him, stalking him, climbing up his body and sitting in his lap, rubbing up against him, purring with passion. She kissed his mouth, and kissed his mouth again, wanting to share herself with him. feeling his warmth, as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her back with passion, as they sucked on each others tongues. she lay back on the couch as he got on top of her, and was humping her leg as he kissed her, sliding in between her legs rubbing and grinding against her, she rubbed her legs against him, her arms around his neck, bringing him down to her breasts, as he slid down the straps, slowly kissing her shoulders, exploring every inch of her sexy body. When they were together they could feel their two bodies become one, they worked together as one, and the passion they felt was a smoldering fire, raging out of control. She got aggressive, and pulled off his pants, sucking on his cock and grabbing it in her mouth through his underwear, pulling his underwear off, and taking his wonderful cock in her mouth. as she sucked he fingered her pussy hard and deep. He then carried her over to the bed, her dress still halfway on but not for long. as he lay back on the bed, she sat on his face, and fucked his mouth and his lips, as he sucked on her clit, and licked her pussy, fingering her ass and pussy as well as she sucked his cock hard and deep. feeling his very veiny cock in her mouth. But she wanted him inside of her, she lay on her back and let him slide between her legs, She felt the passion of his kisses all over her body, as he slammed his cock deep in her pussy, his balls slapping against her ass, as he felt her wetness, his shaved cock sliding in and out of her wet shaved pussy. She felt the roughness of his face against her body, she loved his beard and mustache, they were still very short, as their passion for each other exploded and they were locked in a sexual trance, their bodies yearning, their bodies throbbing, and shaking. She wanted his cum, oh god she wanted him to cum, her pussy was throbbing as she rubbed her clit as he was inside of her, as he fucked her hard and deep, exploding in her pussy as she exploded with him, cumming together in harmony and with so much passion. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, as she licked his cum off his cock, and tasted his sweet nectar that had become such an addiction for her. She loved to taste his cum. They rested in each others arms for awhile. he held her tightly then he got the black rasberry ice cream out of the freezer, and got a couple of bowls, and made two small sundaes, they fed each other, and he dropped some of the ice cream onto her body, in between her breasts, on her stomach, and on her shaved pussy, as he ate it off her body, nibbling and biting her breasts, kissing, licking, and nibbling on her body, licking and kissing every inch of her, licking the ice cream out of her pussy, as she put some of the ice cream on his cock along with some whipped cream, and sucked him until he became rock hard again, then she rode his cock shoving it deep inside her cunt. She rode him hard, feeling his cock deep in her pussy as he played with her breasts and bucked back. She arched her back caressing his chest feeling him deeper inside of her. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, kissing him passionately. Loving this evening spent with him, as she could feel him close to cumming and watched him as he stroked his cock against her lips as he exploded in her mouth and she got her fill of his sweet nectar. She came back up to him and rested her head on his chest, enjoying this night with him as she fell asleep in his warm embrace. He kissed her forehead. She slept so peacefully in his arms and felt so safe with him. She held him tightly. She felt his heart beating. In the morning she woke up refreshed and so full of energy. She held the rose he had given her close to her heart. She felt so alive and so wild with him. He kissed her passionately as he dropped her off that morning and held her tightly in his arms. She put the rose in the scrap book she had been keeping since she met her lover. She wanted to always remember the times they had shared. He went home and thought of how beautiful and sexy she was. How she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever known. As they felt each other in their dreams that night kissing each other passionately and making love. Later they would find out that they shared the same dream. The End...for now. The Special Event I'd planned this night for many years. A very special event to give me pleasure and fulfil a fantasy I'd had since adolescence. So many years in the planning and here it was going to happen at last. I had arranged everything with great thought. The hotel room was spacious and had a sunken bath with multi-spray shower. The heating and lighting could be tuned delicately to suit the occasion I had in mind. I laid out on the bed everything I needed and made up two long cocktails. The ice and a bottle of white wine were in two steel buckets to one side, and a big jug of plain water, because I knew that my companion would be drinking a lot of fluids. She knocked softly on the door and I let her in. She was young, about 20, attractive but not in a model-girl glamorous way, long dark brown hair and dressed in a dark business suit. Pencil skirt, short jacket, white shirt, matching dark bow at her throat and shiny high heels. I gave her the envelope with £1000 in return for which I could do anything that did not hurt or injure her, or leave a mark on her skin. She didn't count the money but just left it on a cupboard near the door. As we moved further into the room, she glanced at the bed but made no sound or other sign of what she was thinking. "May I undress you?" I asked and she just nodded. So I did. I took off the jacket, the skirt and the shirt with its bow, leaving her in bra and pants, pantyhose and heels. Then I got undressed completely and she watched every move I made. When I was naked, I drew her to me and could feel her breasts and tummy pressed against me, and I began to harden. She seemed to think was a sign to lie down and made a move towards the bed, but I stopped her. I took her to look at all the things on the bed. "It'll go like this," I told her, "first you put on a surgical glove and then put these inside me." I showed her a packet of five bisacodyl suppositories. "One of these by itself will normally make someone's bowels empty." "I haven't emptied my gut for 8 days," I explained, "but tonight we're going to clean me out." She pulled away from me with a faint look of disgust on her face, which surprised me. After all, this girl was a professional and should be accustomed to most things, but this seemed to be a problem for her. "Don't worry," I said, "you'll not come into contact with anything unpleasant. Let me show you." I went through the items on the bed. "First, you'll put these inside me, then you'll help me put on these latex leggings. See they have feet so I'll be covered from waist downwards. OK?" She nodded "Then you'll lace me into this corset over the leggings until my waist is very small and my stomach is completely flat and hard. How big is your waist?" I asked. "About 28 inches," she said "Mine'll be 24 inches when we're finished lacing me. That's 12 inches less than normal and it'll take us maybe an hour to get me down to that. OK?" She nodded again. "Then we're going to make it difficult for me to empty myself. Let me show you. First, you help me put on these five panty girdles. Have a feel of one - see how firm they are. They're all black of course -- you'll see why. They'll hold everything in place between my legs and round my bottom. Then you'll help me with these - there are ten of them - they're different - long leg panty girdles. Black as well, as you can see. See they're each boned all round and zippered at the side. They'll hold my hips and thighs. Can you see there'll be nowhere for me to empty into, but the bisacodyl is very powerful and will force it all out of me somehow. You'll see what it does to my body. OK?" She nodded and spoke for the first time, "But it'll go into your leggings." "That's the idea," I smiled, "you'll see, but I haven't finished yet. You'll put these boots on me. See, they're thigh high and need to be laced up the fronts. I'll not be able to move by that time so you'll have to do it all and then help me get to the bed. OK?" "Is that what you want from me tonight? Dress you up and help you to the bed? And then do I watch you?" "Not quite," I replied, "I'm going to put you inside this other corset and lace you up gradually until your waist is small as well. Have you worn a corset before?" She nodded and said, "Yes." "And was your waist made smaller?" I asked "My waist was made to 22 inches but it was hard for me." "Would you mind if I did that again?" I asked. "OK, but as long as I can decide when to stop, please." "That's fine," I reassured her. Actually, the corset for her had a waist size of only 18 inches at its tightest. I decided to go easy until I could persuade her to take it tighter. "After we're both dressed," I continued, "you'll lie on me and kiss me - in the mouth - as long as it takes for me to empty - kiss me hard and deep. You understand? When I say so, you'll get off me and sit across me face, and pee into my mouth until you're empty. You won't stop until your bladder really is empty. OK?" She nodded, and I continued, "Take a big drink now; there's water here and wine and cocktails, so you must get your bladder really full by the time I want it. Then you'll pee it all into my mouth. Yes?" She nodded again. She didn't talk much but I could tell she understood perfectly and so we started. First, she put on the latex gloves. I took the first suppository to the warm tap and motioned her to come to me. I ran it under the hot water for a few seconds only, and then passed it to her. "As far as you can get it in. Use your middle finger once it's in me," I instructed. Then I bent forward over the basin and she fumbled a bit, but got it into me and pushed it home. "Can you feel resistance inside me?" I asked. "Yes," she replied, "it feels very hard." She did the same with the other four. I was so excited and she saw my erection but said nothing. I knew this would be the expulsion of a lifetime. I reckoned that there must be half a cubic foot of dung inside me - almost 4½ kilos of solid shit that would have to come out of me during this night. After the insertions, she took off the gloves and we went across to the clothes. Picking up the rubber leggings, I went to the foot of the bed and sat down. "Help me," I instructed, "they're tight and we must get them on me as smoothly and close-fitting as we can." Gradually, she helped me put my feet into the shaped ends and then to ease the rest of the leggings up my calves, over my thighs and hips, until the top edge gripped my waist across my navel. It felt so cool and smooth, and was already tight around my bottom and groin. My erection was raging inside the straining rubber. Then came the rest of my outfit for the night. The corset took over 40 minutes to close, leaving me to relax for a few minutes before each tightening of the laces, until my waist looked that of a young girl. The pressure inside me was beginning to build. Usually, bisacodyl will work in 30 minutes but already I had taken nearly an hour to get to this stage and there were rumblings in my intestines. I told her to drink another full glass of water and then some of the cocktail. By the time the five brief panty girdles were in place, I was straining to breathe inside the corset and I was immobilised from the waist down. I couldn't bend at all. The panty girdles forced my buttocks together and held me solid erection tight against groin, against the bottom edge of the corset. For a moment, I thought of taking a rest but decided to go straight onto the long-legs for one reason that was obvious to me. My colon was beginning to strain and complain. I could feel massive contractions in my lower abdomen and across my lower ribs as the transverse colon started pumping. If I could have bent forward, I'd have doubled up to relieve the sensations but it was impossible. I was rigid and there were still clothes to put onto me. I moved to the pile of long-legs and handed her one. She had no experience in these styles of corsetry and I needed to instruct her with the long-legs. Opening the zip, pulling them up into place, doing the hooks and then the zipper back up. We did it ten times and the last two seemed impossible, so much bulk of clothing was underneath them. We only just managed together to pull them into place and do up the fastenings. But eventually I was totally encased and unable to speak much, just struggle with my breathing. Also, I was feeling real pressure in my rectum and even, within the mound of clothing and constriction on me, I was holding my bottom shut so far as I could. I pointed to the boots and she brought them to me. I leaned on the wall whilst she put one foot into place and slowly did up the lacing; right up to my crotch over the mass of long-leg girdles. The second boot completed my dressing and I was holding back a range of bodily reactions; the explosion threatening in my rectum, the erection now invisible under the corsetry but painfully obvious to me, breathlessness due to the pressure on my torso. But more than anything, I was aware of mounting excitement and the strength of my muscles holding back the indescribable urge to evacuate all my insides. I had succeeded in getting so far and now it was her turn but first she drank another full glass of water and a half glass of white wine. I motioned to her and said, "Bring your corset and take off all your clothes." She did so without hesitation. In different circumstances, I'd have been inside her that very second. As it was, I could move only my arms enough to put her into the corset. She changed shape quickly and was soon holding her own waist as the pressure mounted inside her. She said, "No more now," and I stopped the pull on her laces. They were open at the back by 4 inches, so she must have been about 23 inches around her waist. She really was a shapely creature now, this girl, and I knew that she could go smaller. I determined to make it happen later when she had become accustomed to the pressure, her organs had moved around a little, and when I would be free to empty myself into her. I could wait and enjoy the anticipation. After nearly two hours since we started, we were both properly clothed and I went to the bed, to lie down. "First, drink some more and then come and lie on me and kiss me - kiss me hard and long - like you life depended on it," I instructed her. She drank another full glass of water and more of the cocktail. Then she came to, she lay on me and started to give me such ferocious open mouth kissing that I'd never known before. Her tongue, her nose, fingers of both hands explored my mouth and my throat until I was nearly gagging. My lips went numb from the stretching and the biting. This girl could do anything she wanted now, if she'd suggested it. But now I was beginning to feel the urge to empty even more strongly. I held her to me with both hands on her waist as she writhed and contorted herself to get as much of her body into my mouth as was possible. My eyes were closed but I thought my jaw would break. My intestines were now groaning audibly and the room was filled with the rumbling sounds of my insides as well as her slurping and murmuring. I tried to relax my muscles and my anus opened a little, but not enough to ease the pressure and I had no relief from the straining. Suddenly she stopped kissing me. "I need to go to the loo," she said softly. "Not yet," I said, "I'll be your toilet in a few minutes. Just hold it longer." Her voice was soft and uncertain as she said, "I'll try." Then it started. I got a slight and almost imperceptible feeling of something creeping out of my anus. It felt the width of a matchstick and it kept coming until a foot of it had escaped. Then it stopped and I knew why: there was nowhere for it to go. After the crack in my buttocks was full, there simply was no space anywhere for my contents to move into. I could feel it pressing on the insides of my buttocks but nothing else was moving. It was trying to move my clothing out of the way but not succeeding. I held her waist and pulled her down onto me. My abdomen felt as if a pack of wild animals was fighting inside me. The straining was becoming painful and yet there was no movement between my legs. "I must go to the toilet," she said with a little wail in her voice. "No; only into my throat," I said "It'll come any second now," she wailed again, "I can't hold it." "Right," I said, "come up here." And with that I tugged on her waist until she was straddling my face, on her knees, leaning forward a little with her hands on the wall behind the bed. I could smell her sex and also noticed that she was very wet with her own lubricant. She was ready for penetration there and then. I could feel her lips across my chin and then right on my mouth. I pushed my tongue up between her lips and pressed on her urethra opening. That was too much for her and she lost control. Her urine gushed out of her, so strongly it made one hissing sound as it left her and another as it hit the back of my throat. I just opened my throat and held me breath. I had to swallow every few seconds as she filled my mouth and then a reservoir grew in my mouth each time so I drank her in a series of big gulps. "How long will this go on?" I wondered. She must have drunk three pints of fluids so the urine was diluted almost to the strength of water. She tasted delicious, slightly salty and I held onto her waist above my head as she leaned forward a little more, finishing her stream. She sighed with relief but I was feeling the additional pressure in my stomach. I had to keep swallowing to keep it down as she stayed astride of my face. I decided to give her some licking pleasure, it she wanted it. I needn't have wondered: I kept up a steady stroke across her clit and lips. She murmured softly and swayed a little back and forth. When she came, she gave a closed-mouth scream, quiet but strong and her body bucked up and down on my face. Then she collapsed on me, and slid down until her face rested on my left shoulder. She felt hot to my skin and she whimpered softly again as her pleasure subsided. Her eyes opened towards me and I said, "Kiss me again." If she could taste her own urine, she gave no indication but started kissing me again deep and hard. She placed three fingers of one hand behind my bottom teeth and pulled down, and three fingers of the other hand behind my top teeth and pulled up. I felt as if my jaw would break open and then she could put her entire head towards the gaping hole in my head. As it was, she got most of her face into my mouth: chin, lips nose and part of her forehead. She was relentless as her tongue probed right behind my molars and into my throat. She didn't stop for a second. My internal problems were now becoming urgent. I was in pain from the contractions and the pressure. More than urgent, it was becoming desperate. The pain was getting worse and after one particularly strain and I wondered it my intestine had burst. Worse, were my entire insides just torn apart and was I just a bloody mass inside the rubber and corsetry? Was I dying in fact but hadn't realised it yet. The pain was so bad that I could feel the outline of my colon and rectum from the pangs I was getting. The pressure on my anal muscles from inside was forcing my body to arch. My back muscles tightened and I was forced into a bow-shape with my heels on the bed and my shoulders but almost nothing in between. Somehow the colonic contractions had bent my body against the strength of the corsetry in a way I couldn't. I began to wonder what I would do it my dung couldn't escape. Would I stay like this and be found? Would the girl realise that I was doomed and leave me? Something had to happen, I decided, but I needn't have given it any thought. It started to happen. Clinging onto her waist as she was lifted high in the air by my arched body, I was aware of movement again between my legs. Suddenly, something solid left me, not liquid or even gel-like. It felt like a piece of hard plastic about the size of an apple. "That's what been holding me back," I thought, and I was right. Almost immediately, my colon gave a massive push of soft excrement into all the spaces around the top of my legs and under the material of the corsetry, then it began to creep down my legs inside the leggings. I was aware also that it was expanding the corsetry upwards and trying to get to my waist, but prevented by the corset. The leggings were taking the bulk of the dung, and I could feel it squeezing past the cuff legs of the long-leg girdles and into the leggings inside the boots. I realised that the girdles were no longer touching my skin. The excrement had forced them off my body and now formed a layer or warm semi-solid around my hips, bottom and thighs, and increasingly down to my knees inside the leggings. For 30 minutes my intestines continues to empty until the pressure inside was no greater than that in my corsetry and then it stopped. My anus was still wide open as more was trying to get out but it was prevented by the mass of excrement on the outside. By this time, I had filled the leggings right down to the feet. My thighs, hips and abdomen were contained in a thick covering of it and only the corset had stopped it coming out of the top of the leggings. I felt more comfortable inside but couldn't move because of the extra pressure and bulk on the outside. I sighed and relaxed, and realised that the girl was still on top of me, floating above me on a contained layer of my excrement. She saw me relax and asked softly, "Is it over now?" "Yes; I think so," I replied but then an unexpected sensation came over me. My bladder seemed to need to empty two or three times its usual volume. Without my having any control, the urine just poured out of me, mixing with the contents of my clothing in a way that I had not planned. Suddenly, the bulk around me body became increased by a further volume of liquid to mix with and to dilute the excrement. And it was warmer; it felt as though it was boiling water going into my leggings and the corsetry. The leggings were being stretched to bursting and I could feel the extra strain on the corsetry as I tried to move around. I was so shocked by this development that I stopped speaking and looked wonder-struck. "What is it?" she asked, "is there a problem?" "No," I said, "just a surprise for me. A nice surprise." "Now is it over?" she asked again. "Well, I think that part is," and I smiled at her, "now is my cleaning up. Don't worry; you'll not be involved in that. It'll take me about an hour but there's food and drinks, so you can get a little meal ready for us. Is that OK?" "Fine," she replied, "you were amazing. It threw you around so I had to cling on. Could you feel me? It was like another animal inside you, knocking you around. Did it hurt?" "A little at the start," I explained, "but then comes the pleasure and the dream coming true. It's hard to explain properly. Help me up now and get the boots off me, and then into the bathroom." I rolled around on the bed and she manoeuvred my legs until she could unlace the boots and slowly took them off. The swelling inside the leggings was obvious and as soon as the boot pressure was removed, my rectum started to retch again, so that another half kilo load of excrement slowly forced its way out. I lay there on the edge of the bed for a while until it stopped again. I could prop myself up and stand with her help. She guided me to the bathroom, as if I were a stranded whale or a great fat pig walking on hind legs. I tottered down the steps into the sunken bath and asked her to turn on the water and the shower. Although she'd helped me get dressed, I knew that I'd have to do this part myself.