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  1. Working away recently and the lady had lots of boots, she'd gone away for Christmas and I was called out to her house to a problem, I couldn't resist having a bit of fun while I was there.the brown ones are her expensive riding boots, pissed in them, you can see it in the picture below (fur lined)these were over knee suede ones, pissed in them too, you can see it soaking through.these black ones also got a good soaking, but the lining absorbed most of it. And these are her everyday wellies,they are covered in a mix of mud horse muck and piss, I went back yesterday and she was wearing the expensive brown boots.
  2. I had similar problems with my ex wife, she wanted to wet herself but couldn't, frightened of ruining her clothes I think. Anyway I came up with an idea of her doing it while wearing her riding gear, her boots were rubber and the jodhpurs were old and often smelled from being around the horses. It started with her accidentally leaking into her jodhpurs one night and I suggested that she may as well finish it off since they were wet anyway, she did, wetting her jodhpurs and boots, she washed them and they were fine, eventually she'd be waiting for me to come home and be wearing the jods and boots, "it's that time " she'd say and she'd wet herself with no problem. Eventually as she got more into it we'd go out and buy "special" pants or boots for her to wear, "I've bought you these to piss in" I'd say handing her something new and she'd put them on, then later on when the need arose she'd just wet them. One day I was at a market and saw some nice tight leather pants, they were a bargain and as she had said she wanted them I bought her a pair. I took them home to show her and she was delighted, "ah but you can only keep them if you piss in them, I can't take them back then, can I ?" I joked. She slipped them on with her new black boots and carried on doing what she was doing, eventually she stopped and just stood still, I couldn't tell what was happening then she smiled, "you cant take these leathers back now", I looked at her, "and why not?" I asked, "because" she giggled "I've been very naughty and pissed my pants, my boots are full but you'd never guess". She had indeed taken a very long piss into her pants and you couldn't tell from the outside, one night she walked to the shop and did it while being served and nobody noticed. If I was planning a bit of fun later on I used to tell her to put a pair of "pissy pants" on and she'd wear one of her "special" pairs, but, eventually it didn't matter what she was wearing, if I asked her to piss she would do, it took a bit of time getting her to that point but it worked. I think if you are bothered about doing it then buy yourself a cheap pair of leggings or something and keep them as your own "pissy pants", in the beginning if you are home alone and need a piss then try putting them on before you go, just sit on the toilet and piss through them. Tell yourself that you can't pee at home unless you wear your special pants, you'll soon get used to it and then it will be easy.
  3. The job I'm working on at the moment is out in the countryside, it's a long drive to anywhere, one of the girls who works there is a fairly big lass and always seems to have a drink in her hand but I've never seen her go for a piss, anyway yesterday she had to go out and when she came back she was saying she had to get the driver to stop,as the 2 cups of coffee had taken effect, " maybe it was the cold, I don't know but I began to piss in my pants" she said when she came back "my knickers are soaking" . She didn't bother changing though and carried on working all day.
  4. On Thursday I made tea for the wife as I was home before her,she'd had a bad day at work and drank 2 pints of cider with her meal,we decided to go out for a drive and she decided to wear her "fuck suit", this is a lowcut black swimsuit combined with a pair of open crotch wetlook spandex leggings and suede thigh boots. We ended up driving 50 miles to blackpool,drove through the illuminations then headed home again,we'd just got on the motorway when she announced she needed to pee,there's nowhere to stop so she has to hold it,10 minutes later she's breathing deeply,crossing and uncrossing her legs and squirming madly,"I'm going to wee in my pants" she wailed,I got my works coat off the back seat and told her to place it beneath her on the seat."If I move I'll wee my pants" she said sounding a bit distressed,she managed to get it under her as I carried on down the motorway. "stop,stop,it's coming out" she yelled clamping her legs tightly together,she dribbled slightly into her pants.We were about 10 miles from the services and she was bobbing up and down,tapping her boot heels on the floor and squirming like crazy,"If I have to wait much longer I'm going to wee my pants,seriously" she said.We approached another exit,"get off her it's coming,it's coming" she yelled,I pulled off the motorway and she thought relief was in sight,"pull over anywhere,I'll squat by the car" the problem was the roads were busy and we couldn't stop without everyone seeing what she was doing,"look if I stop here you'll have to pee standing up or everyone will see you" I explained "I can't I'll wet my boots" she replied "if we don't do something soon it won't only be your boots that are wet" I laughed.The traffic cleared and we drove through the village,as we were about half a mile from a quiet stretch of road she suddenly began to clamp her legs tightly together and breathe deeply "it's coming,I,m weeing my pants,stop!" I pulled over and she tried to get out of the car and lower her pants at the same time,suddenly there was a loud hissing noise,then a bright light shone on the car.We'd stopped outside a car sales garage that was shut and right at that point the owner had decided to leave,my wife was half in and half out of the car,her leggings were pulled down as far as they'd go and she was pissing through her swimsuit,the guy in the car just sat and watched.When she'd finished she pulled up her pants swung her legs in and closed the door,the guy flashed his lights as we drove off. "I've wee'd in my swimsuit,I'm very sorry" she almost sobbed "and that bloke saw me too,what must you think of me,I've never been unable to hold it before". I began to feel a bit sorry for her,we've indulged in watersports before but any wetting has been planned,not a total accident. "personally I would have done something earlier if I were you" I said to her "such as?" she asked "well you should have taken a boot off and gone in that","oh no it would ruin them" she replied "well it would have been a lot worse if you had wee'd all over the car" I said "yes I suppose you're right" she replied.We drove on toward home and I decided to lighten the mood a little,I didn't want her all upset,so I pulled onto a car park near some fields.There were a few cars parked but I drove to the far end away from them all and parked up,I reclined her seat and told her to turn over "you've wet your pants and now you need a spanking",she rolled over and I ran my hand across her firm but damp spandex covered rear "now leggings down or up?" I asked her "it's up to you" she giggled "you're doing the spanking", "over then" I replied "well to start with anyway". I began to playfully spank her firm damp arse and after a few strokes I could see she was forcing her crotch into the seat,a car appeared and parked alongside us so I had to stop what I was doing in case the driver could see,so instead I slipped a hand into the top of her swimsuit and began to play with her tits' after a few moments she pushed herself into the seat and let out a low moan,the car next to us drove off."you've wet your pants again haven't you" I laughed,as I rubbed a nipple between my fingers, "yes,but they're sticky too this time,she giggled reaching over and lowering my zip.She began to wank me slowly and I went back to spanking her arse,she was just about to climb on top of me when another car arrived.We gave up got our clothes straightened and headed home. "I'll get out of these wet pants" she said as we walked into the house,Disappointed I watched as she headed upstairs,a couple of minutes later she callled out to me and I looked up the stairs to see her stood on the landing wearing another swimsuit and the long suede boots. "want to help me wet this one? " she asked "oh yes,wet and sticky this time" I replied,we went upstairs and dove onto the bed where she rode me like crazy and within 10 minutes for the second time that night she was wearing a very wet and very sticky swimsuit.
  5. It's very nice to see her again,however I must admit it's a shock to see her all grown up.I think it may be because we've not seen each other for years but the way she is with me isn't like I thought it would be.lol. It shocked me a bit the other day when she was ranting about something that had upset her,she was cursing a blue streak,now I've heard lots of women cursing but when it's your own daughter it seems funny in a weird kind of way,I'd never have spoken like that to my parents,still maybe it's a good thing that she feels she can open up with me. I picked her up from a night out with her mates,she doesn't live too far from me and the taxi was going to be expensive,she got in my car half pissed and proceeded to eat a pizza(I don't normally let anyone eat in my car)by the time we arrived at her house she'd got pizza topping all over her face and her blouse.I started to look for a tissue to wipe her face,then realised it probably wasn't a good idea,you know how you do with kids? God only knows what her husband thought when she staggered through the door.
  6. I saw a video recently on one of the social networking sites and there's a group of girls on a train,looks like it's here in the UK. Anyway one girl is videoing the others as they muck about chatting and dancing,they've all had a few drinks.Then one girl stands on a seat and raises her skirt to reveal a skimpy pair of black panties,the next thing is she's pissing through her panties all over the train seat (one of those velour types),now it looks like a new train and although it's late at night and there are no other passengers in the carriage,I can't help but think it wasn't her smartest move,especially as the camera clearly shows her face,with all the goings on lately about police using video's off youtube to prosecute drivers who video themselves speeding etc,I can't help thinking it's only a matter of time before she gets charged with criminal damage or something.
  7. 27 years ago my first wife and I had a daughter,6 years later we divorced and up until a couple of months back I'd not seen my daughter since.We got in touch on facebook and she came over for my birthday,the following week we met up again and took my grandkids to the beach.Now the only photo I had of my daughter was of her as a small child,and I guess I've not got used to the fact yet that she's now married,got 2 kids of her own and is 28.We were having a drink in my local pub and I needed some cigs,so rather than leave her with a load of my family who she doesn't know I asked her to come to the shop with me,I then proceeded to take her to the sweets aisle and told her to pick what she wanted,lol,I was rather taken aback when she said she'd rather have some cigarettes,buy hey she's 28. We've been meeting up once a week for a chat,we're still kind of feeling each other out,you know, catching up on the last 20 odd years and her asking me all kinds of questions the way people do,one night we went out and she asked me about me and her mother,what we did,where we went etc,her mother never talks about me.Anyway I decided to show her some of the places we used to go and after driving around for a while I called at an off licence,bought some coke and a bottle of vodka(that's what she drinks),I then went to a chippy that we used to go to all those years ago and drove to a park,again somewhere me and her mum used to visit.We parked up,ate the food and had a few drinks,I only drank coke as I was driving,after about an hour she'd drank quite a bit and started to squirm in her seat,"I need to pee" she announced matter of factly,so did I and we left the car and headed for the trees,she wasn't bothered about there not being a proper toilet and just followed me as I walked along,she was quite desperate and stumbled a couple of times as we walked, "oops,I nearly wee'd myself then" she giggled.We came to the trees and I headed between a couple of them so as not to be seen by anyone walking past,I was having a pee and realised she hadn't followed me into the woods(her mother was always shy about peeing and would get as hidden as possible) I heard a loud hissing and glanced over my shoulder,to my shock she was stood up leaning against a tree facing the car park and peeing away quite happily!Anyone sat in the car park could have clearly seen her! I was just finishing off and I realised she was stood alongside me,"aren't you finished yet?" she asked,looking at me. I tidied myself up and we headed back to the car,she was laughing and joking as we went,I was amazed that she hadn't pee'd all over her pants and boots but she hadn't.I didn't find this experience a turn on,what with her being my daughter but,I was amazed at how casual she was about the whole event,her mother was shy about peeing in front of me,to be honest I think she'd have wet herself rather than pee in front of her father,how times and attitudes change.
  8. Been trying to get my wife into wetting for ages and over the last few months she's been coming around to it more and more,well one night we were out doing some filming of her in deep mud with her thighboots on.Well we'd finished filming and she said she had to pee,she'd cleaned most of the mud off her boots in the water and I suppose this increased her need,I decided to take a chance and suggested she pee in her jodhpurs,tight beige ones,to my amazement she agreed,adding "why don't you film it".She stood with her legs slightly apart,hopefully it would run down into her boots,which I find particularly sexy.I started to film and she started to pee,most of it ran into her boots and a little ran down the outside of them,she changed out of her wet jodhpurs and we headed home,I was eager to watch the film on my computer.when we got home I uploaded it and realised I'd made a mistake! I'd accidentally started the camera so when I thought I was pressing record I actually paused it,damn,still I ended up with a nice picture and maybe she'll do it again soon,this time with the camera running.
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    A few years ago I travelled all over the uk as part of my job,a girlfriend at the time had a young sister,about 18,blonde and really cute in a sexy sort of way.One day she mentioned that she wanted to visit a friend in the midlands and was moaning about the cost of getting there,I told her I could drop her off as I was working in mid wales and could come back via the M6 motorway.We set off early the following morning and she sat in the van while I went to do the jobs in the pubs on my list,now every time I visited a pub I used the gents,when you work in pubs they always give you a drink,so I was drinking coke at each pub,I was also taking a drink out to her as it was a hot summers day.I genuinely didn't think about her needing the loo and when we pulled up in a layby at lunchtime she got out and disappeared behind the van,when she came back I noticed there was a wet patch on one of her black ankle boots,I casually asked how she'd managed to find a puddle to step in when it hadn't rained for days.She just came straight out and said she'd been bursting,just managed to get her jeans and panties down but had splashed her boot. We carried on doing my round,me drinking in the pub and using the loo and her drinking coke in the van,we were heading towards the midlands late that day and she began to look uncomfortable,we were stuck in a traffic jam and she was very quiet,suddenly she squealed "I'm going to wee my pants very soon", there was no where she could go and she was squirming quite badly.Now as much as I would have loved to have watched her wet herself,it would have caused problems explaining the wet van seat to my boss,I remembered a pair of wellingtons in the van and told her to pee in one of them,she reached over and grabbed one,then she tore down her jeans and white panties and managed to squat over the boot in the footwell,she only just made it and there was a visible wet patch on her panties,you know how the silky ones go see through. Well we drove on slowly and about an hour later we had another problem,I needed to pee.We were on a busy road stuck in a jam and nowhere to go,I was starting to get a bit worried at this point,I couldn't pee in the welly as it would have meant kneeling up on the seat and people would have seen,we looked around for a small bottle in the van but there wasn't one.By now I was getting really worried,she bent down and removed one of her boots, "this any good?" she asked,I looked at the boot,yes I could pee in it sitting down and nobody would see anything,but it was one of her boots,it would be wet and possibly ruined, "go on use it" she said,by now it was either use her boot or piss myself I unzipped and pushed the end of my cock into the boot,it was hard as a rock and she sat staring at it,after a few seconds I started to piss and her boot was quite full,she took it from me and instead of tipping it away she slipped her foot back into it.I was hard for another reason as we headed towards the midlands with her sat beside me wearing a piss filled boot.
  10. my wife's been coming round to watersports over the last few months,some of you may remember the video where she pissed in her black open crotch jodhpurs,well she has a beige pair as well and for ages I've been trying to get her to do it in them without any luck.However the other night we were out and mucking about with some mud,we'd gone to the beach and found some thick deep mud for her to play in,she was wearing the beige jodhpurs and black patent thighboots.We finished in the mud and she'd washed of her boots,she needed to piss and seemed in a good mood so I decided to go for it, "why not piss your pants?" I suggested,to my suprise she replied "yes ok,how do you want me to do it? " I got her to stand with her legs slightly apart so it would run into her boots, "don't you want to video it?" she asked.I was so amazed I pulled out my phone and switched the video on,unfortunately in my haste I didn't realise I'd started it running,so when I thought I'd pressed start I'd actually paused it.Ended up with a useless video but I did manage to extract a still photo from it,must try and get her to do a repeat.
  11. I was talking to a friend of mine recently,she's the same age as me (50) but looks a lot younger,she's very slim and only about 5 feet tall.in fact she's absolutely gorgeous,I fancied her the first time I met her many years ago,unfortunately she's not only married but also works with my wife.Her hubby doesn't seem particularly interested and she often tells me of things she's tried to excite him with,how he doesn't take her on is beyond me.One time she was feeling very horny and got home before her husband,she stripped naked and just wore a black basque,stockings suspenders and long black high heeled boots,he walked through the door looked at her and asked "is my tea ready"? Anyway recently they'd gone to the beach for a day out and they had the dog on one of those retractable leads,it was running around everywhere and the lead caught around her legs causing her to trip up,she was wearing these really tight jeans,a top and black boots.The shock of her falling caused her to wee in her jeans,she was lay on the floor and couldn't stop,apparently when she got up the front of her jeans was soaking,all her husband did was tell her "you're not getting in my new car after wetting your pants" If I'd have been with her instead of him I think her pants would have been down to her boot tops and she'd have got the good sorting out that she's so desperate for.
  12. It reminds me of something that happened to me several years ago,I had a girl in the van with me as I was giving her a lift to a town several hundred miles away,when I'd finished work,anyway to cut a long story short she ended up almost crying,saying that she was about to wee in her jeans,they were really tight and I suppose that didn't help.there was nowhere to stop and no amount of squirming,leg crossing or crotch grabbing was going to stop the inevitable,normally I'd have enjoyed this but I did not think the boss would appreciate me returning a brand new van with a seat soaked with piss.In the back of the van was a pair of wellingtons,I told her to use one of them,she tore down her jeans and little white panties,oblivious to the fact that she was giving me a good look at her pussy and soft blonde pubic hair,she was stunning.She just got herself over the boot before she lost control,to be honest I thought at one point that she was going to end up wetting her panties.Later on we were stuck in traffic on a motorway,I needed to piss but couldn't use the boot as it would have meant leaning up on the seat and there were people around,I told her to find something smaller and to my suprise she whipped off one of her ankle boots and guided my stiff cock into it,the boot was soaking inside and instead of emptying it she just slipped it back on.I felt horny as hell for the rest of that journey,her wearing a boot I'd filled with my piss and the thought of her lovely blonde pussy in the slightly damp panties.
  13. Well the warm weather is back and the wife and I can get out a bit more and have wet fun,last week we took a drive to a country park and she drank a large bottle of cider.After about 30 minutes we decided to go for a walk in the woods,I like doing this and the wife always knows to wear her "special" pants.She wore a short jacket,a silky blouse with black bra,black wetlook leggings and some black bikini bottoms,she also wore an old pair of boots,I get her to keep her worn out ones for these occasions as she doesn't like the idea of weeing in her best ones.Anyway we'd been walking for about 15 minutes and there were people everywhere,eventually we set off along a deserted muddy track between two sets of woods and partway along she said she was going to wee in her pants if we walked much longer.Now this created a dilemma for me,I love to watch her wet her pants and see it run down her legs into her boots,but I also love the feeling when I'm inside her and she has to wee.We headed into a clearing between the trees,there was no grass only soil and we were about a metre from the main path.only a thin hedge seperated us,we got on the ground and she began to rub my cock through my jeans,she was squirming slightly and saying she was about to wee her pants.I dropped my pants and mounted her,I could tell from the feeling that she wasn't far off wetting herself. I asked her to get her tits out and she pulled up her top to reveal her sexy little black bra,it's just plain and silky but looks so sexy on her,I pulled that up,if anyone saw us they were going to get a proper look, I had been fucking her for a couple of minutes and she was nowhere near cumming,she sighed and said "I'm weeing my pants" the warm feeling was wonderful,I find it so sexy fucking her outdoors wearing her long boots and open crotch leggings,I came pretty soon and we got up and straightened ourselves out.The leggings don't really show when she's wet them,but on this occassion she had streaks of brown clay right across the arse of her leggings,we passed several people on the way back to the car and they must have noticed the muddy marks,I kept squeezing her wet arse as we walked,especially if I thought someone was looking. We went out the other week and there was a bloke watching us in the bushes,it put my wife off completely and she wanted to go home.It was quite funny really,she still needed a wee,but wanted to go back to the car,there were a few cars on the car park so she wasn't going to be able to do it there.Anyway we were just yards from the car and there were a couple of blokes just stood about,I think they were doggers,well she suddenly realised she was going to wee in her leggings,she couldn't squat down because the blokes would have seen her so she had no option,she had to stand where she was and pretend she was looking at the night sky,then let it slowly trickle down her legs,the only thing was she forgot she was wearing her new leather boots,long black overknees,there was a slight drip onto the floor but most of it ran down her legs,filling her new boots,she had to sit in the car on the drive home with wet leggings and pissy boots,boy was she unhappy as she tipped them out into the toilet.
  14. It was a hot summers day and Jane had been working at the stables for a few weeks now,the owner was a middle aged man who had an eye for the younger women,especially ones in riding gear,non of the girl's who he employed was over 25 and non had a boyfriend. The day had started just like any other,the girls had arrived at the stables at 7.30,sat down to breakfast and by 8 am were getting on with the day to day running of the riding school,mucking out tacking up and generally doing what needed to be done.Jane was sent for and taken into a quiet room right at the back of the premises,it was in an area she,d never been to before and was deserted.She was led into a small shed and told to stay there,the owner wanted to see her about something and she was to wait there until he arrived.As the door closed she heard a lock snap and realised that she was locked in! It was quite hot in the shed and after a couple of hours she was very thirsty,she opened a cupboard and found it was full of cans of pop and packets of biscuits,she opened a can and drank it in no time at all.By mid afternoon she was still locked in and despite shouting several times no one had arrived to release her,she sat down and looked around,there was nothing else in the room except for the chair and the cupboard,on top of which now stood 4 empty pop cans and several biscuit wrappers.It wasn't long before she felt a familiar feeling and realised that she needed to empty her bladder,she tried to put the thought out of her mind but eventually the urge got too strong and no matter how much she bounced up and down or clenched her thigh's the feeling wasn't going to go away,there was nothing else for it she needed to relieve herself and quickly,as if to highlight the urgency a small spurt of piss shot into her panties. Frantically she banged on the door,nothing,she shouted,again nothing,by now she was sweating with panic,there would no doubt be something said if she relieved herself on the floor,a longer spurt shot into her panties,this time a small wet spot was visible on the crotch of her tight white jodhpurs!Jane quickly removed her long rubber riding boots and lowered her jodhpurs and panties,she crouched over one of her boots and began to piss into it,after what seemed like an age she stopped and pulled up her panties and jods,there was nothing else for it and she reluctantly stepped back into her boots.time marched on and just as she was begining to think how clever she'd been in finding a solution to her toilet problem (after all she'd not wet herself or the floor and her rubber boots could easily be washed out and would be dry by morning)When her stomach began to rumble,after several minutes she let out a loud fart,phew! only wind she thought to herself,unfortunately it wasn't only wind and shortly after the cramps were telling her that a bowel movement was imminent! She held on desperately,fighting the increasing pressure and urgency of her bowels to empty,eventually it came to the point where she didn't think she could hold it any longer,she stood up and began to pace up and down,again she banged and shouted but again no answer,she could feel a large log begin to force it's way out,and at the last minute she managed to regain control and by clenching her muscles get it to slide back inside.This happened several times and if she was honest she was begining to find the feeling rather arousing,she'd never had anal sex but the felling of the large firm log sliding in and out of her anus was strangely erotic! Perhaps it was the feeling of arousal,perhaps it was her misplaced sense of control,or perhaps it was simply that as it slid in and out it alleviated the pressure on her bowels.She began to actively use her muscles to push it in and out,each time she'd push it that little bit further,she placed one hand on her shapely rear and she could feel it's firmness as it just made contact with the seat of her panties,then disappeared back inside her,by now she was really aroused,almost to the point of orgasm.Just one last push ,she thought,one nice long one,it was a push too far! Almost at the very instant that Jane had a panty wetting orgasm the log she'd been sliding in and out of her bottom took on a life of it's own and forced it's way into her panties,she could feel the firm bulge through her jodhpurs but no matter how she tried it just kept coming out.After what seemed an age it stopped and running her hand across the rear of her jodhpurs she realised that where only minutes earlier the jodhpurs had hugged the crack of her shapely rear there was now a very firm and very obvious bulge,Jane had shit her panties! She heard footsteps approaching and instinctively backed toward the shed wall furthest from the door,it opened and in walked her boss,he noticed the empty packets and cans on the cupboard and smiled to himself,there was nothing out of the ordinary and the floor was cleaan and dry,he smiled again and gave a dity little laugh. "Well Jane.it would appear I forgot about you,not only that but you were accidentally locked in" she nodded, "yes I shouted but nobody heard me",again he chuckled "yes it's a bit out of the way isn't it? Still it's perfect for special meetings".He opened the cupboard,took out a can and after opening it handed it to Jane,when she'd drunk it he placed it with the others, "well, well, well, six cans eh,normally after 4 I,d be busting for a piss,you must be cross legged" Jane stood with her back facing the wall and never moved,"only you're not are you?" she shook her head, "which means only one thing" he stared hard at Janes jodhpurs,she could feel his eyes burning into her,they wandered from her crotch to her feet and back up again. He sat in the chair and beckoned her over to him,she strode towards him and stopped just 2 feet from the chair, "turn around" she paused for a moment "TURN AROUND" she turned away from him and to her horror felt his hand on the rear of her jodhpurs,he patted the bulge then laughed "well it's not in there is it,but we'll come back to that in a moment" She turned back to face him and blushed,he reached forward and took hold of one of her legs,he removed her boot,shook it and placed it on the floor,she cringed slightly as he took hold of her other leg,there was a sloshing sound and after pulling the boot from her foot he tipped it upside down,almost 2 pints of urine spattered onto the floor,he dropped the boot into the puddle and laughed. As Jane stood there he reached out and grabbed the waistband of her jodhpurs,he lowered the zip then just as he was about to unfasten the button he paused, "no,I think it would be better if you did the rest" Fearfull of what might happen she fumbled nervously before unfastening the tight jodhpurs,"very sexy" he said as,with the button now undone the front of the jodhpurs splayed open to reveal a pair of silky white panties,he took hold of the jodhpurs and carefully eased them down to her knees,being particularly careful not to lower her panties in the process,he spun her around and seeing the bulge in the rear let out a low whistle,"well what have we here then?" and with that he patted the bulge in her panties. He turned her to face him, "so we've pissed in our boots and shit our pants have we?" she nodded and felt her face redden "yes,I couldn't hold on any longer,I thought I'd get away with having a wee in my boot but then the other just slipped out" she replied in a murmur."how old are you Jane?" he asked "19" she replied,"I see,19 years old and you still use your pants as a toilet" he nodded "what do you think the others would say if they saw you like that?" before she could answer he stood up and headed for the door, "where are you going?" she asked nervously, "to fetch them.I think they'd find this highly amusing" he laughed, "please don't" she whimpered. he stepped back from the door "get dressed and come with me" she fastened her jodhpurs and pulled on her boots,he opened the door and headed towards the barn,Jane hurried to catch him up. they entered the barn and he sat down on a bale of hay,Jane stood in front of him not knowing what to do next,finally after several minutes he spoke, "right the deal is I punish you for what you've done and you help me tomorrow night at a private party,the matter is then closed" Jane nodded "ok I guess we'll have to do it your way,but what if anyone comes in during the punishment?" he looked at her for a moment, "they won't I've given everyone the afternoon off,it's just me and you" Jane stood there and squirmed slightly,the large jug of iced water he'd made her drink now wanted to leave her body with some urgency. "need a piss?" he laughed as he watched her squirming,she nodded, "well don't let me stop you" he smirked . Jane made a move for the exit, "NO" he said in a harsh voice that stopped her in her tracks "do it here". She paused for a second before realising what he meant,she walked back to where he sat and slowly removed her boots before lowering her jodhpurs.She was just about to lower her panties when it dawned on her that if she did,she'd lose the firm load that was nestled within.She picked up one of her boots and held it between her legs and there was a load hissing noise as she pissed into it through her panties,when she had finished she replaced her jodhpurs and boots,the man smiled as her foot squelched into the piss filled rubber boot. "That's better isn't it?" Jane nodded, "good now come here and sit down" he said patting his knee,he folded one leg in slightly leaving one knee for her to sit on,she straddled his leg and sat facing him,she could feel the load in her panty's squash against her rear. "now ride my leg,like you would a horse" she began to bounce up and down slightly on his knee,she could feel the mess in her pants getting more squashed with every bounce, "harder,faster,imagine you're galloping" he commanded, she bounced harder and harder,and soon the rear of her white jodhpurs was stained brown,despite the mess,the pounding of his knee against Jane's crotch was begining to turn her on. "enough" he said and pushed her to the floor,she clambered hurriedly to her feet and one hand went instinctively to her behind,she could feel the soggy mess clingling to her jodhpurs. "bend over the bale" he said,producing a riding crop as if from nowhere,she complied and he laid six firm strokes of the crop into her rear,she winced slightly as the crop bit in for the first time and a squirt of urine escaped into her panties,by the time all six strokes had been received she'd wet herself fully and the front of her jods were almost transparent. He took her to the wash area and told her to clean herself up,she removed her boots,jods and panties and began to wash herself with the cold water,he took hold of her and removed her top and bra,she shivered slightly with the cold and her nipples stuck out from her pert breasts,when she was clean he told her to stay the night in the caravan that was used by the staff to eat or change. The following day the yard was closed as normal and it was mid morning when she awoke,she lay there in the sleeping bag,she'd no clothes and was wondering what to do next when the door opened,in walked the owner carrying a bag and a box which he placed on the table "get dressed and come up to the house"he said, and with that he was gone. Jane slipped out of the sleeping bag and picked up the bag off the table,inside she found a white spandex leotard and some white jodhpurs,she pulled the leotard on,it was slightly too small and fitted like a second skin,her nipples poked through the taught fabric across her chest,the jodhpurs too were a size smaller than she usually wore and they too were incredibly tight,finally she opened the box and inside were a pair of long black leather ridingboots,they fortunately were the right size end encased her legs perfectly. She looked at herself in the mirror,brushed her her and headed up to the house,once inside she was given a cooked breakfast and a glass of fruit juice.The two of them chatted pleasantly and then he asked her to help him set up the barn ready for the party later that afternoon.They laid several hay bales side by side to form a long table and several others just behind them to form a long bench,they laid various plates of food on top of the "table" and set up a barrel of beer alongside it. It was hot thirsty work and over the afternoon Jane had drunk quite a lot of water and by teatime was in desperate need of the loo,she mentioned this to her boss and to her suprise he told her to pop over to the house and use the bathroom there,it was only when she arrived that she realised that to use the toilet meant she had to remove the suit from the top of her body as well as lowering her jodhpurs,this was to prove embarrasing later that evening. By 7 pm the first of the guests had arrived and they were sat in the barn eating and drinking,by 8 pm they'd all arrived and there were now around 6 of his male friends not only eating but drinking quite happily,she had been invited to join in and was just begining to enjoy the evening when her boss stood up and made the announcement,that Jane was going to put on a show for them that evening,she wondered what he meant by a "show" the men cheered and one of them gave her behind a firm squeeze as she passed him,another groped her breasts as she handed him a drink. She was just about to head off to the toilet when the boss stopped her and asked where she was going "to the loo"she replied,he shook his head, "oh no", he spoke to the group of men "lads,Jane here is about to perform one of her little tricks for you" and with that he made her step up onto the bales of hay,she stood there wondering what "trick" he expected her to perform,she didn't have to wait long to find out. "The other day Jane was accidentally locked in the office for several hours,she had quite a bit to drink and yet despite needing a piss never wet the office floor,would you like to see how she did it?" Jane could feel herself blushing and realised that she was now very desperate to use the toilet, "YES,YES,YES" cheered the group of men,"show them Jane" her boss said with a smile. She stood there with her thighs clenched together and squirmed slightly,then slowly she removed her boots,the men whistled as she began to unfasten the tight jodhpurs and there was a loud cheer as she took them off,it was at this point that the horror of the situation hit Jane fully.The next part of the procedure meant her removing the leotard and being completely naked in front of a group of drunken leering strangers,she thought for a minute,then picked up one of the leather boots and squatted over it,there was a cheer from the men as she relieved herself into the boot through the crotch of the leotard,when she'd finished she quickly pulled the jodhpurs back on,there were several whistles as the damp crotch disappeared as she fastened the zip. She pushed her foot back into the piss filled boot and as she reached for the other a man reached forward and grabbed it,he quickly unzipped his pants and began to relieve himself into her boot,when he'd finished several others did the same and by the time it was handed back to her it was half full of hot smelly urine,it splashed over the top as she slid her foot back in and the men laughed and cheered,she stepped down from the bales and sat back down,the man beside her thrust his hand into her crotch and made a lewd comment about what he'd like to do to her in her pissy pants. The next hour or so passed fairly uneventfully,one of the men came over and without saying a word pulled of one of her boots,he took a long piss into it then calmly slid it back onto her foot,she grimaced slightly as she felt the hot wetness on her foot,the man laughed and returned to his seat.She got up once again and headed for the door,this time there was a pressing urge of a different kind that needed attending to,she'd not been to the toilet all day and considering what she had eaten,now seemed like a very good time indeed,unfortunately it wasnt to be. Once again she was made to stand on the hay bales and once again there were cheers and crude comments from the men,there was no pleasure to be had this time,no sliding a firm log in and out 'till she climaxed,she just wanted to get it over with.She turned her back on the leering group of men and closed her eyes,she gave a gentle push and the firm load began its unstoppable descent into the rear of her tight white jodhpurs,it was a larger load than the previous day,larger and firmer.The first of it emerged like a solid rod and caused the jodhpurs to tent out massively, "bloody hell" shouted one of the men "she's taking a shit in her pants". She continued to push and when the material could stretch no further it began to coil up and settle in the seat of the jodhpurs,when she finally finished there was a very large bulge and they sagged down slightly,realising she had lost all of her dignity she turned to face the men and blushing slightly allowed the contents of her bladder to drain down her thighs,some splattered noisily onto the hay,but most ran into her boots!There was a clamour of groping hands as she stepped down,suddenly the owner shouted "nobody touch her" the hands dropped away. She was just begining to think her ordeal was over when the man spoke again, "gentlemen I'd like you all to join in in the finale of our evening" he produced a chair and placed it on top of one of the bales and sat on it,extending one knee forward he motioned to Jane to "ride his leg,she did this for about a minute and felt the load squash into her jodhpurs,one by one he invited the other men to sit it the chair and to her embarassment Jane was made to "ride"each of them.When she'd finished the brown stain extended from the wasteband at the back all around her crotch and right up the front.As a final indignity,one of the men removed her boots and emptied them down the front of her jodhpurs before pulling them off completely.Laughing and jeering one of the other men replaced her boots before she was dragged to the wash bay and a cold hose was used to clean her down,the leotard was torn from her body and she stood shivering,naked except for the long wet leather boots.At this point Jane wished she'd just let him tell the other girl's what had happened when she'd been locked in the shed,still a deal was a deal she reminded herself as she squelched her way back to the caravan. THE END
  15. THE EXTRA MILE A fictional story about one womans life in a male dominated world Alison was barely 25 years old yet she'd decided from an early age exactly what she wanted from life,and as she got older exactly how to get it.Already she drove an expensive car,lived in an appartment in one of the better parts of town and owned the type of clothes it would take most women a lifetime to aquire She had taken a real gamble with her latest career move,the area she'd chosen was almost exclusively a male one,for some reason men seemed to doubt that a woman,any woman could do the job properly,Alison had gone into the world of procurement. Any company needs to buy things,from pens for the office right up to components used to manufacture whatever it was that particular company produced.Most companies sought out their needs from a host of suppliers,the smarter ones used the services of a procurement firm.For a percentage fee, these firms would source everything you required,to your specifications,and very often cheaper than you could source them yourself.They paid the supplier and you paid them,one point of contact for everything from ordering,troubleshooting right through to payment.As you can see,for a large company this made perfect sense,one company instead of possibly hundreds meant no need to employ staff to keep track of everything,this way one or two staff were all that were needed. She'd managed to get a job with one of the bigger firms in the area,apart from one or two secretaries the staff was all middle aged men and a lot of the business was done on the "old boy" network.Many of the men doubted that a woman could be capable of dealing with the technical details of some of the companies they dealt with,and it was for this reason that until now she'd been given only small accounts.Given that the staff were paid a percentage of the custom they brought in,she was not on a particularly good wage. Armstrong Engineering was a client that the firm had been trying to win for a number of years but had never managed to sign up,and now once again the director had decreed that it was time for someone from the firm to make another pitch! None of the men wanted to waste time on what was seen as a dead lead and so they passed the job to Alison,the appointment had been made for her to meet George Armstrong at his factory at five pm that day,Alison was looking forward to the meeting but annoyed at it's lateness,she was supposed to be dining out that night with some friends. Alison was an extremely attractive young woman,dressed in her smart grey skirt suit she always turned heads,although she only had small breasts, with her slim figure and glossy black hair that went halfway down her back she always drew a second look from the men,now put this together with a pair of high heels and long slender legs that seemed to go on forever and you can imagine the effect she had on most men. It was a quiet day,Friday's always were,and mid afternoon she left the office and headed back to her appartment.It had ocurred to her over lunch that if she went home and changed into her evening clothes before she went to Armstrongs then she could go straight from there and meet her friends.She went straight into the bedroom and undressed,then into the shower,she dried herself off and sat naked in front of her dressing table as she dried her hair and carefully applied her make up.She opened her wardrobe and scanned the rails deciding what to wear,something suitable for the meeting but also suitable for the club afterwards.Her eyes settled on a black sheer blouse,it was semi transparent and she had a particular bra top that she wore beneath it,along with this she picked a pair of expensive wet look pants and finally her black patent leather boots,they had a 4 inch heel and came just above her knees,feeling rather naughty she decided to forego the skimpy black panties she normally wore with those pants! At five to five she entered the offices of Armstrong engineering and announced herself to the elderly woman on reception,who spoke into a telephone and then asked Alison to take a seat.Dead on 5 pm the phone rang and the receptionist answered it,"Mr Armstrong will see you now" she said to Alison rather stuffily and pointed to a door marked "private". Alison knocked on the door and a voice from inside called out "enter", Behind the desk George Armstrong was reading a letter from one of his customers. he hated visits from companies trying to persuade him to let them become his sole supplier,in fact he hated visits from anyone he hadn't personally asked to see,by giving them a 5pm slot he hoped they'd be in nd out as quickly as possible,nobody wanted to hang around after 5.He glanced up from the letter as he heard an umfamiliar clicking noise,Alison had entered the office and was heading towards his desk. He blinked in disbelief as his eyes settled on a pair of shiny high heeled boots,following the boots upwards he eventually came to a pair of very tight very shiny pants that glistened in the light almost as though they were wet,his eyes carried on upwards taking in the sheer black blouse and the bra top that was clearly visible beneath,Her glossy black her and pretty face completed the perfect look. He leapt up from behind his desk and stretched out his hand,"please have a seat,I'm Mr Armstrong,but you can call me George",Alison shook his hand "in that case George,you must call me Alison", he smiled and nodded.He pressed a button on his phone and within minutes the door opened and in walked the secretary with a tray with 2 cups of coffee on it,she placed them on the desk and turned to leave. "you may go now Miss Haversham,just lock the door on your way out and I'll see you in the morning,we've quite a bit to discuss and there's no need for you to stay". She nodded and left the office. As they sat drinking their coffee and chatting,Alison noticed how George seemed mesmerised by her boots,he'd lean forward over the desk or drop a pen and spend a few moments trying to find it under the desk.Eventually she swung one leg over the other and began to make little circular movements with the pointy toe of her boot,George let out a little cough as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He explained to her his reluctance to hand over the purchasing for his firm to a company like hers as he felt that they wouldn't go the extra mile,after all it wasn't their firm so why should they bother over what might seem trivial things?Alison assured him that she'd be more than happy to go the extra mile for him."would you Alison,would you really? it's one thing to say it but quite another to actually do it!" She nodded "oh yes George,every account matters to me and I'll do my utmost to see you are satisfied with the service I provide for you" He looked down at her long boots, "we'll see Alison,we'll see" He picked up a small metal object from off his desk and handed it to her,she looked at it wondering what it was. "that small piece of metal in your hand only costs a couple of pounds,but without it the whole job stops" She nodded in acknowledgement "I see,so it's very important then". "very important indeed,although most people wouldn't think so" he headed towards the office door, "here let me show you". He led Alison along a corridor and into a vast production area,there were machines everywhere,some she recognised and some she didn't,the whole place ran on an assembly line "run out of that one little piece and the whole line stops,dozens of men stand idle and I start to lose money" he said pointing to the small object in her hand,He headed off up the factory and the clip clop of Alison's heels echoed in the silence."George" asked Alison " I was wondering,is there a toilet I can use please?" he nodded "follow me" they carried on walking through the factory for around 5 minutes,she was becoming rather desperate now,suddenly he stopped outside a door, the sign read "male changing" he pushed the door open and pointed inside "in here,there's nobody in here now only us so you'll be okay,unless that is you'd prefer to wait 'till we get back to the main office,there's a ladies toilet there". She tapped her boot on the floor and clenched her thighs together, "no this will be fine,besides I don't think I could wait that long" They entered the room and passed a row of lockers,the tiled floor gave way to a large shower area and beyond it there was a row of cubicles,relief was only feet away. He stopped and turned to Alison,he stepped forward and ran his hand over the shiny material on her leg."Amazing,totally dry yet they look so wet" he said with a smile, "well they won't be dry much longer" said Alison blushing. George gave a wicked smile "now that I'd love to see", she blushed again, "and you did say earlier that you'd do anything in your power to keep a client happy!" She smiled and nodded,she knew what he was asking,"true,I did say that didn't I " she giggled, "oh yes and I think keeping your word goes a long way in business" he smiled and nodded. She knew what she had to do and began to relax,suddenly there was a hissing sound as she began to pee in her pants,a small puddle formed beneath her feet but most of it ran down her legs and into the tall shiney leather boots. George smiled "well Alison,it would appear you are indeed a woman of your word" They left the changing room and after a short walk,during which time the squelching noise from her boots was clearly audible,they arrived back at the office, George sat behind his desk and Alison stood in front of it,he asked her to hand him the contract to look at,she did this and,placing both hands on the desk she bent over to watch him read it,after several minutes he nodded and placed the papers on the desk. "it all seems very satisfactory to me", she smiled back and replied "so we have a deal then?" he rose from his desk and stood behind her "almost Alison,almost,there's just a couple of minor points I want to clear up" She nodded in acknowledgement and suddenly realised that he was rubbing his hand across the rear of her pants. "Now,point one,I will deal only with you,nobody else" She nodded again "no problem George" "point two,I may require you to vist my factory at pretty short notice" Again she replied "no problem" he nodded "and finally point three,you must at all times be prepared to go the extra mile" again she nodded "naturally" she replied "I wouldn't have it any other way" He smiled again,"good then we almost have a deal,don't we?" Alison made a startled sound as his hand began to explore the top of her leg around the boot,"almost?" His hand began to move slowly up her inner thigh and a finger probed the damp material between her legs."oh yes,it all depends on the next 5 minutes" he replied with a chuckle.She could feel his other hand on her behind and he seemed to be feeling for something,after a few minutes he spoke " must be a thong you're wearing,I can't feel any panties" Alison blushed "actually I,m not wearing anything" she giggled "nothing at all?"he exclaimed,rubbing his hands across her bottom once again, "absolutely nothing" she replied. The next thing Alison felt was a finger tracing it's way down between her bum cheeks,she jumped slightly as it found what it was looking for and she could feel the silky material being pushed against her anus,she relaxed slightly and the next thing she felt was a finger sliding in and out of her bottom,she parted her legs instinctively to allow it to enter further,George murmered to her "yes you like that don't you?" she bit her lip gently and nodded,she hoped his free hand would remain on her behind,if it strayed to her crotch he'd discover that his fingering of her anus had caused her to cum,and her crotch was very damp indeed. George continued to slide his finger in and out of Alison's rear,he found it quite a turn on,the fact that he had a young lady bent over his desk and was pushing the material of her expensive pants in and out of her tight little bottom,his cock strained within his pants and he had a difficult decision to make,she was obviously willing to do anything to gain the contract,the question was,should he try and lower her pants and take her up her shapely arse or was there something more he could do to humiliate her and make her earn the contract? He pushed his finger deep inside her as far as he could,and she let out a little gasp! "how does that feel,young lady,are you enjoying it?" he asked,"yes,but there's a problem" she repled somewhat coyly, "you see it's making me want a poo!" He removed his finger and smelt it,oh yes she needed a poo alright,there was also a tell tale stain on the part of the pants that had been pushed inside her. "what would you say if I asked you to have one right now?" he asked,Alison thought for a moment, "right now? she asked,"yes right now,right now whilst you are bent over my desk". "may I remove my pants? she asked,already knowing what the answer would be."well I'd much prefer it if you didn't,you see you look so sexy in them and well I just think that watching you add,shall we say a little something to them would be very sexy indeed,you could say it's something I,ve wanted to see for a while" Alison pulled up her pants until they were taught across her shapely bottom, "ok you're the boss, give me a minute then". George quietly unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock and began to wank slowly,a smile on his face.Alison tensed slightly and her bottom twitched,within seconds a firm load was causing the pants to bulge noticeably at the rear,a couple more pushes and there was a bulge about the size of a grapefruit straining in the back of her pants,George grunted once as he fired a load of hot sticky spunk onto the bulge,he then rubbed his cock against it.Alison stood up and pulled her sagging pants back up,George zipped up his pants and went around to the desk,he signed the contract and smiled, "for going the extra mile" and with that he led her to the door. She headed back towards her car,her boots full of piss and a large bulge in the rear of her expensive pants,there was no way she could go out now,still the commision on the contract that she held in her hand made it very worth while,very worth while indeed. THE END