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The Office Cleaners - Part1.

In the late 90's I worked in an Insurance company office in South London. My
work was as a computer systems programmer and my duties meant I was often in the
office late in the day. Most of my colleagues would normally have left the
building by 17.30 and I would normally depart sometime between 18.30 and 19.00
hrs. The reason I write this story is to tell readers of my experiences I had
with the office cleaners who would arrive at 17.30 each day to generally tidy
up, empty the trash and polish the desks.

As I said most days, soon after the arrival of the cleaners, I would be the only
member of staff left. The regular cleaners we had were two women in their late
thirties. Now I don't want to be disparaging in anyway to them; they were real
nice people, but they were, as we say in England, `the dirty sort'. By that I
mean neither of them was anything other than you might expect; working class,
good natured women who both looked liked they had been about a bit and certainly
knew how to handle themselves. The short of women that you wouldn't want to get
on the wrong side of, but always fancied shagging like hell!

Like I said, I thought they were real pleasant and as soon as they arrived we
would swap hellos, ask how they were doing and then they would get on with their
work whilst I returned to mine. As I sat at my terminals I would watch them go
about their work and often fantasise about them; what they looked like naked,
being fucked by their men, giving head etc. However when I finally and actually
got to find out what they were about sexually, I was in for a fantastic
surprise.

It was one evening in August and I happened to notice that having quickly dusted
round my part of the office they had both gone into the stair well area. There
was nothing particularly unusual in this since they also cleaned the toilets
that were located in this area. However what struck me this particular evening
was that they seemed to finish the office very quickly. I hadn't even had time
to get a good look at what they were wearing let alone let my imagination run
wild. I decided to wander out onto the stairs, partly out of curiosity and
partly out of concern in case anything was wrong.

As I made my way past the lifts, I heard a strange muffled sound from the ladies
toilet. I walked to the door and listened. It was unmistakably the sound of sex.
They were fairly loud groans of excitement most definitely coming from the
toilet. I thought who it could be and decided that as far as I knew it was only
the cleaners and me in the building so it had to be them. But it couldn't be!
What was the chance of the two cleaners having sex at work let alone together. I
thought again; what if it was one of them and a bloke. Perhaps their boyfriend
or husband had come in to meet them. I listened again at the door and was sure
that it was the sound of two women I could hear. I decided to take a chance and
gentle push the door open. If I were lucky they would be out of site of the door
and would not immediately see me. If they did see me, well then I figured they
would hardly have a leg to stand on. Sure they may be pissed off at me catching
them but they could hardly complain too much if I had caught them fucking each
other.

I gently pushed the door of the toilet open and immediately saw the two women.
They were in a cubicle with the door open and slightly round the corner from the
door but I was getting a superb view in the large wall mirror opposite the door.

At this point I should describe the women. Both, as I said, were in their late
thirties, maybe early forties. One was dark haired, with large hips, good firm
breasts and a tendency to dress perhaps ten years younger than she actually was.
Her name was Karen. The other was smarter, again with full hips but much smaller
breasts. She was the more forceful of the two and her name was Angie.

Back to the view before me. Karen was stood in the cubicle, straight legged,
with her back to the open door, bent at the hips with her hands resting on the
toilet seat. Her jeans and knickers were round her angles but other than that
she was fully dressed. Angie was still fully clothed, stood behind Karen and had
three fingers of her left hand firmly inside Karen's pussy. I couldn't believe
what I was seeing. As I stood staring, Angie started to pump her fingers in and
out and as she did so was trying to get her whole hand into Karen's cunt. She
was being quite rough and holding Karen's hair with her other hand.

"Come on you fuck bitch!", shouted Angie, "come for me, come on, come for me you
slut. You love this don't you! Don't You! You dirty bitch!"

Angie was obviously running this little show and seemed to be greatly enjoying
her dominant position. In response to her harsh prompting all Karen replied was
a gentle "Yes, yes I want to be fucked. Please fuck me." as she approached a
orgasm. Suddenly her head bucked backwards, her leg muscles contracted and her
arse checks closed tight. She groaned in delight.

Angie, realising Karen was coming, thrust her hand fully into her wet cunt and
started spanking her arse checks as if trying to wring ever last drop of orgasm
out of her. When Karen was spent, Angie pulled her hand out roughly and wiped it
on Karen's sweatshirt.

I expected them to turn around at this point and was just about to let the door
close when Angie spoke.

"Stay exactly as you are!" she instructed, "Don't stand up and don't turn
around. I want to look at your wet slutty pussy while I wank."

She moved a couple of paces back from Karen and then dropped her track trousers
to her ankles. Without dropping her panties she put her hand to her own cunt,
crouched down, to get a better view of Karen's pussy, and started to `wank'
herself furiously. Again she started to talk dirty, chastising Karen for being a
dirty slut and shouting, "fuck, oh god fuck me!" over and over.

At the site of this I could control myself no more. I opened my fly, pushed the
top of my shorts down and grabbed hold of my rock hard dick! It took no more
than three or four pumps for me to shoot my load straight in through the toilet
door and onto the tiled floor. A few more pumps to empty my load and I let the
door start to close as I walked away to the sound of Angie screaming to her own
orgasm.

Having returned to my desk, I was obviously entranced by what I had just seen.
There was no way I was going to let this be a one off and decided that since
Karen seemed to be submissive to Angie, it was her I should tackle first. As
luck would have it Karen walked back onto the office floor. I decided that I
should strike immediately rather than have to wait for a future chance that may
never come.

Karen proceeded to a group of desks in front of mine and set about tidying them.
I took a deep breath and blurted out, "So you're Angie's fuck slut, are you?".

Karen paused for a second, I held my breath, then she swung round to look at me
and simple said "What?"

I could see from her embarrassed look that she had instantly recognised I knew
something or had seem something and she look so scared.

"What?" she said again.

I held my nerve, "I said, so you're Angie's fuck slut are you!", and continued
before she had chance to respond, "I just saw your little show in the toilets.
You've got a real nice pussy there Karen, I'm not surprised Angie likes to look
at it whilst she frigs herself!"

Karen, giving up all pretence at innocence, said "It wasn't a show and certainly
not for you to see!"

"Well I did see it Karen", I said, "and I can tell you it was one hell of a show
from where I was standing".

At this point Karen's demeanour changed and she went very sheepish. She
approached my desk and sat herself in a chair just a few feet from me.

"Look, please don't say anything", she begged, "I can't have anyone else know,
please"

Before I responded she started to spill everything to me.

"Angie made me do it! A few months ago I was going through a rough patch with my
fella. I told her I had had an affair thinking that she would offer me the
support I needed, but instead of acting like the friend I thought she was she
just got nasty and said she would tell my husband if I didn't do what she
wanted. I couldn't believe it. I really thought she would understand and help."

"And what did she have in mind for you to do?" I asked.

She continued, "At first she just made me do more of the cleaning work whilst
she sat around reading magazines and drinking coffee."

"So what didn't you just tell her to fuck off and leave?" I said.

"I thought about it but I'm trapped. I need this job and couldn't afford just to
walk away from it. Even cleaning jobs are not easy to find at the moment. Also,
I couldn't take the risk that she wouldn't tell my husband. All in all I decided
that doing the extra work was a price worth paying, at least until my husband
and I started getting along better. Then perhaps I could tell him myself that I
had made a mistake and that I was sorry."

"Doing some extra cleaning is a long way from what I just saw", I said.

Karen continued, "The sexual stuff started a few weeks ago, when we were
cleaning. Angie told me to go into the toilets. I didn't have a clue what she
wanted as I walked in in front of her. The out of the blue she said that she
wanted to she my tits. I couldn't believe what she was asking. She insisted and
repeated her threats. I begged her not to humiliate me like that but she said it
was a small price to pay not to tell my husband about my affair and anyway if I
obliged her with a show then she would pick up her share of the work again. I
caved in and slowly lifted my top, removed my bra and showed her my tits. I
thought it was just Angie's way of showing me who was in charge but as soon as
she saw my breasts I realised she seemed to be getting very excited."

"Did she make you do anything else?" I asked.

"Not on that occasion. She just looked at my tits touched each of my nipples,
then told me to get on with my work. I got dressed and that was that. However a
few days latter she made me go into the toilets again. I thought if she just
wanted to see my tits again, but this time she instructed that I strip
completely. I got a little worried but at the same time there was something very
exciting about the situation. Not just the risk of being caught but the
humiliation of being submissive to Angie. As I slowly stripped I could feel my
nipples hardening and my pussy getting wet. Once naked, she told me to spread my
legs wide and frig myself!"

"And did you?", I asked.

"Yes I did." She answered.

"Did Angie do anything?" I asked.

"No she just watched, but she did stay in the toilet after I had finished and
left so I reckon she probably masturbated herself." She replied.

"So when did she actually do something to you?" I went on.
At this point Karen got defensive and told me that it was none of by business
anyway and she wasn't going to tell me anymore. Okay, I may have caught them at
it but that was that, and it certainly wouldn't happen again.

I decided to push her, "Look Karen, I can help you here, help you get even with
Angie but in return I want to know everything".

"How are you going to help me?", she asked.

"First you tell me how masturbation turned to sex and then we'll discuss how I
may help you".

"Okay", Karen went on slightly reluctantly, "it was really just the same as
previous times. During our work Angie would suddenly announce that it was time
for `the toilet'. I knew what she meant and followed her. It had happened enough
times by now that I just started to undress as soon as we got into the toilet
and having done so started to masturbate for her. But a couple of weeks ago it
was different. For the first time Angie removed her clothes. Not all of them,
but she stripped to her bra and panties and later her bra came off aswell. As I
started to masturbate she told me to kneel on all fours. This position of
exposure seemed to add to the humiliation and to her enjoyment."

"So what did she do?" I asked.

"She knelt down behind me and started to rub my cunt and around my arse hole
with her fingers. It was just a gorgeous feeling to know it was another women
doing it", she said, "Then she pushed two fingers into my cunt and the end of
her thumb into my arse. I turned my head to see her. She had her eyes closed and
was rubbing her own tits with her other hand. She looked like she was in
ecstasy. I turned away and concentrated on the finger fucking I was getting. I
started to come within a couple of minutes and rode backwards onto Angie's
fingers as hard as I could. It was so fucking dirty, just doing it on the toilet
floor like that. I came streams. Cunt juice running down my legs. There was so
much I was knelling in puddles of the stuff by the time I had finished. The
strangest thing of all was that when it was over and I was gathering up my
clothes I thanked her. Can you believe it, I actually thanked her for
humiliating me!"

It seemed to me that if Karen enjoyed it as much as she said, then why on earth
would she want my help to get even with Angie. I put this to her and she said
that she couldn't go on with Angie holding all the cards. Whilst she did enjoy
the sex and even being submissive she wanted to feel safer knowing that it was
by choice she did it and not wholly under Angie's control.

"So", she said, "I've told you everything, so now you tell me how you will help
me get even."

"First things first!" I said, "there's one more thing you have to do for me
before I help you."

"What's that?"

I didn't need to answer. I just stood, dropped my trousers and shorts and sat
back down. My cock was standing fully erect as a result of Karen's story. She
looked at me, looked at the glistening head of my cock and sank off her chair
onto the floor.  She crawled over to me and, without hesitation, sank her mouth
over my cock.

I can't pretend we had a really good long session. We didn't! I was so excited
that after just a few moves of her head and tongue my prick started to spurt. I
pulled out of her mouth and directed maybe four or five good shots of cum into
Karen's face and hair. She looked disappointed, so I told her there would be
plenty more opportunities for us to enjoy each other. She remained sitting at my
feet as I passed her a box of tissues to clean herself up.

"Now as to Angie", I said, "is she honest?"

"Yeah generally, I suppose" said Karen, wiping as much of my spunk out of her
hair as possible.

"Suppose?"

"Well she doesn't rob banks if that's what you mean! But I've known her take a
few bits and pieces from offices we clean. Nothing much you understand, office
supplies, that sort of thing", said Karen.

"Right!" I said, "that's how we start. Tomorrow when you clean this area I shall
be in the print room. From there I can see my desk. It the top draw I shall
leave a  20 note and the draw will be half-open. If Angie goes for it and
`lifts' the money we've got her!"

"Then what?" asked Karen.

"Oh, then we shall have some real fun but as to the details of what I have in
mind for Angie, you will have to wait and see!" I said.



The Office Cleaners - Part2.

The next day when Karen and Angie arrived I gave Karen the nod and, as arranged,
put a  20 note partly on view in my desk top-draw. I then retired to the print
room, which had a good view over my desk area. I had previously lowered the
venetian blinds and angled the slats to offer a good view from inside the room
but little or no view into the room from the office floor. I could therefore see
what Karen and Angie were doing without much chance of them seeing me.

Karen made sure to clean desks away from mine to ensure that it was Angie who
approached my desk to clean. Angie started to tidy things around and then
spotted the money. At first see took a quick look up to see where Karen was and
then closed the draw a little. She was being careful not to take it when Karen
was around. Karen, cleverly, moved away still further to the other side of the
office floor. At this point Angie dusted my desk top and then very quickly slide
my draw open grabbed the money and half closed the draw again. I wanted to rush
out but kept my cool. I needed her to put it in her pocket to make sure I had
her. Sure enough having had a further quick glance to make sure Karen hadn't
noticed, Angie stuffed the money into her jean's pocket.

I immediately walked out of the print room and sat straight down at my desk.
Angie was by this time a few paces away and started for the door, obviously
surprised at my entry. I acted immediately.

"Angie", I said, "can you come back here a minute please."

Angie turned round and confidently walked back to my desk. She was very cool.

"I think you may have something of mine there!" I said.

"Like what?" she replied gruffly.

"Like some money from my desk."

"Do be stupid! Why should I have money from your desk for God's sake!" she
responded.

"Because Angie", I said summoning as much authority as I could, "I saw you take
it. You took it from my top drawer and placed it in your jean pocket which is
exactly where it will be now if we look."

"Fuck off!" she said, as quietly as possible obviously hoping not to attract
Karen's attention.

"I don't think so Angie. I saw it all and I can recognise the money you took
because I happened to jot a word onto it earlier."

Angie started to look a little worried. "Listen" she said, "Don't let Karen
know. I'm sorry and I'll give it back. I won't ever do it again. Honest!"

"Not good enough!", I shouted loud enough to make her jump. "Karen come over
here please", I shouted across the office.

Karen duly came over.

"Karen", I continued, "Sadly I have to tell you that I have caught your friend
here stealing from my desk and I want you to witness what happens next."

I turned to Angie and said, "Take the money out of your top left jean pocket and
pass it to Karen." Angie did as instructed. "Now Karen, unfold the note and you
will see the word `Oracle' written in the bottom left corner in red ink.
Correct?"

Karen looked at the note and confirmed what I had said.

I continued, "So Angie, Karen has witnessed that you are a thief. What is your
response."

Angie looking quickly back and forth between myself and Karen and started to
stutter. "I really don't steal. I'm not a thief. It was just there and I just
took it, and...and ...."

"Shut up!", I shouted, "Stop trying to excuse yourself.."

"Well what are you going to do. If you report me I'll at least lose my job and
if the police are involved I may even go to court. I can't have that. The shame
for my family......"

I interrupted her again and told her that I might be persuaded not to report
her.

"You'd let me off?", she asked.

"I didn't say that! I said I might not report you but there has to be a deal."

She enquired what I meant by a deal.

"Lets be straight here Angie", I said, "Today I caught you thieving but do you
know that yesterday I caught you doing something else?". Before she had a chance
to respond I continued, "yesterday, Angie, I saw both you and Karen in the
toilet and everything you did".

She looked horrified and turned to Karen for support. Karen just stared her
straight in the eye.

"The deal is Angie, that I will not report your thieving and in return you will
submit yourself to both myself and Karen to do with as we see fit. Further you
will swear not to say anything to Karen's husband about her recent affair. Do
you clearly understand?"

Angie again looked at Karen, realising that Karen had obviously told me
something of what had been going on between them both.

"Fuck off! I'm not doing what she says" replied Angie sneering at Karen.

"Fine!", I responded, "I'll call your employer and then the police!"

Angie just went silent and was obviously considering her position. "Okay, okay",
she said quietly, "I'll do it. I don't have any frigging choice do I, you
bastards!"

"Just like I didn't!" said Karen, speaking for the first time.

I turned to Karen and asked her what Angie's first punishment should be. 

Karen responded, "I think we should take things slowly. Make her sweat a little
more each day!" she said as if Angie wasn't even there, "For today Angie you
will continue your work but in the nude!"

"Fuck off!" shouted Angie, again.

"No Angie!", I cut in, "you do as Karen instructs or I pick up the phone. And
let me remind you that I won't tolerate you arguing the point every time Karen
issues an instruction. Now strip!"

Angie took a last look at Karen, hoping to be let off but Karen simply repeated
the instruction, "Strip!"

At this Angie slowly started to unbutton her blouse and took it off. This was
followed by her trainers and her jeans which she very slowly pulled down to her
ankles and stepped out off, covering her crotch with her hands as she did so.

"Now the bra and pants!", said Karen sternly.

Angie did as she was told and removed her underwear. She stood before us now
stark naked and trying to cover herself as best she could.

"No use being coy Angie", I said, "Now go about your work while Karen and I
watch you."

With that Karen fetched a coffee for herself and me and then sat beside me. We
both watched in silence as Angie started about her chores. Her tits gently
bobbing around and her pussy being beautifully exposed to our view every time
she bent down to pick things up and empty bins.

I turned to Karen and asked her if she wanted Angie to do anything else this
time.

"No not this time. I want to take this real slow and enjoy it each evening. Mark
my words she will do all sorts for us by the time I've got even with her, but
for tonight her humiliation is enough. As for yourself, please feel free to wank
whilst you watch. That's the least you deserve for delivering Angie to me!"

Angie had heard the whole conversation, but said nothing.

I wasn't going to miss this opportunity and dropped by trousers and shorts. For
the second evening running I was wanking openly in the office but this time
seeing Angie `perform', the tables having been totally switched in Karen's
favour.

I pulled my cock slowly and steadily for a few minutes whilst Karen watched and
Angie paraded herself. Then when I was nearing orgasm, Karen called Angie over
and told her to stand in front of me. Karen then took hold of my cock for the
final few pumps and made me start to spurt. She directed my cum onto Angie's
thighs and drained the very last drop from me with pump after pump. My spunk was
running down Angie's legs onto her feet. One spent, I started to get re-dressed
while Karen ordered Angie to clear up my mess.

Once cleaned up, Angie was told to dress herself and make sure she was ready for
tomorrow!

"What will I have to do tomorrow?" she asked.

"You'll see", said Karen.




The Office Cleaners - Part 3.

The following day my anticipation as to what would happen when Karen and Angie
arrived, kept my mind from my work. I was desperately excited at the thought of
Angie's further humiliation at the hands of Karen whilst at the same time
scared, in case the whole thing turned bad or my involvement was in any way
discovered. As the end of the working day approached and colleagues started to
drift off home, my anticipation grew, as did my cock every time I thought about
Angie being made to strip the day before and go about her work flashing her most
intimate parts to both Karen and myself. Twice during the day I had resorted to
having a wank in the toilet.

Now I watched the clock. The last of my colleagues had left some ten minutes ago
and it was now 5.45. I heard Karen and Angie in the corridor. Strangely they
were chatting as though nothing had happened between them. Had they got on good
terms again? Would evens be taken further? I had to know!

As they entered the office area my mind was put at ease. Karen came straight
over to my desk and asked if I was looking forward to Angie's further
punishment.

"Oh yes!" I said, "but the way you were chatting together in the corridor I
didn't know what was going on."

"That's out of work!" replied Karen sternly, "once we start work then things are
different!"

I told her I didn't understand.

"Nor do I", she said "but that's the way it is. It just seems right that way.
There has to be a point each day when the dominance, the sex stuff ends or it
would get out of hand."

I still didn't fully understand but could just about see where Karen `was coming
from'.

As Karen chatted to me, Angie had proceeded to start the cleaning of the office
and didn't seem to want to catch either my nor Karen's eye.

Karen shouted over to her, "Angie, over here, now!"

Angie looked up from her work, looked at Karen, then me and then sheepishly
started to walk towards us.

Karen started, "So Angie, do you still feel ashamed at being caught thieving
yesterday, and are you sorry for the threats you made against me and for the
humiliation that you subjected me to before Steven here so kindly rescued me
from your nastiness?"

She went on, "and what about your punishment last night, how was that?"

Angie again looked at me and then at Karen and replied, "Yeah I'm sorry I took
the money and I suppose I was nasty to you before, so sorry for that as well."

"And what about your punishment?" repeated Karen.

"I didn't have much fucking choice did I!" replied Angie.

I cut in, "no you didn't, but you did agree to it."

"Is that it now?" asked Angie.

"Oh no!" said Karen, "you will be punished much more yet, I've got all sorts
planned for you and I know your a dirty slag so you'll enjoy every minute of it
wont you? Even if you pretend to be hard done by. Now for tonight your
punishment will be a show! You will put on a masturbation show for Steve and I,
and you can start now. Get your clothes off, all of them!"

I was enjoying every minute of this and settled back into my chair adjusting my
now erect prick as I did so, to be comfortable. I had to agree with Karen, it
seemed to me that whilst Angie protested her punishment it was a very
half-hearted protest. I really do think she was quietly enjoying what was going
on between the three of us.

Angie started to undress. First her sweat, followed by the T-shirt underneath.
She was bra less and her tits bounced free from the clothing, already showing
erect nipples. This time Angie made no attempt to hide herself as she shed her
clothes. Next she kicked off her trainers and grabbing the elastic waist of her
track pants lowered slowly down to her ankles. Before she stepped out of them
she puled her knickers down to join them. Then she stepped out of both together.
Standing away from her pile of discarded clothes she seemed to be awaiting
instruction. I felt that it was not for me to get involved at this stage and I
to waited for Karen to speak. Turning to her I could see she had her eyes fixed
on Angie's cunt and seemed to be slowly rubbing her thighs together. Karen was
obviously hot too and I knew this was going to be a good evening.

"You will follow my instructions Angie", said Karen and then proceeded to issue
details commands to Angie.

"First play with your breasts. Rub and pinch your nipples. I want them to be as
hard and erect as they can be."

Angie raised her hands to her tits and started to gently rub them. Then pinching
a nipple in each hand she tweaked and pulled at them quite harshly, stopping
only to lick as much of her breasts as she could reach with her tongue before
returning each time to the massaging. As she paid attention to her breasts I
could see Angie was getting very turned on. Her nipples were indeed now very
erect and her pussy was glistening with moisture. For her part Karen had sat
down and with a hand inside her own blouse was also playing her own tits.

"Now your cunt!", she said to Angie, "start playing with your cunt. I want you
to spread your pussy lips wide so that we can see your wetness. Then start on
your clit. I want you to rub it hard and fast."

Angie again obliged, dropping her hands to her pussy and promptly pulling her
lips as wide as possible, inserting a finger as she did so. She was dripping,
with liquid now openly running down her legs. She started rubbing her clit, at
first slowly and than quickly speeded up until she was groaning as she
frantically approached an orgasm.

"Stop!", shouted Karen, "I didn't say you could come. You will come when I say
and only when I give permission. Is that clear? Now turn around bend over to
touch your toes and spread your legs."

Angie did as she was told, assuming the position as instructed. Her pussy and
arsehole were now fully exposed. Karen left her like this for a few moments
whilst she removed her own blouse and bra and then sat down again and resumed
her own tit massage. For my part I decided to follow suit and quickly stripped
to just my underwear. As I sat down I put a hand into my shorts and started to
gently rub my cock.

"Now Angie, bring one hand between your legs and continue masturbating. This
time you may come but you must remain in position."

Angie quickly bought her left hand between her legs and inserted two or three
fingers into her cunt. With her right hand she was clearly working on her clit.
It didn't take long for her to start groaning again and her hand movements
became frantic as she wrenched herself to orgasm. As she came her pussy actually
dripped onto the carpet and spent of energy she collapsed to her knees.

"I told you to remain standing!" said Karen sternly, "for that you will be sent
home in a mess!"

Turning to me, Karen told me to take my shorts off and go over to Angie.

Surprised at my own submissiveness, I did as told, my erect prick bouncing up
and down as I walked and dripping pre-cum with every bounce. I stood behind
Angie who was still on her hands and knees.

"Now Steve continue masturbating. I want you to come on Angie's arse. I want
your spunk to drip down her arse cheeks", said Karen as she herself removed the
rest of her own clothing, sat on the floor legs spread and started to wank
herself off.

As usual, given the circumstances, it didn't take long for me to cum. I directed
a huge load all over Angie's arse and into her arse crack. My spunk dripped, as
Karen wanted, down between Angie's legs.

Once I had finished my load both Angie and I turned to watch Karen finish
herself off which she did with a grand finale of bringing her wet fingers to her
mouth and eagerly sucking her own juices.

Karen then got to her feet and said, "Right Angie you will now finish the
cleaning, without cleaning yourself up. I want to see you dripping with cum as
you work and when finished you will get dressed also without cleaning yourself
up."

"Oh come on Karen", pleaded Angie.

"Just do as you're told", replied Karen., "When you arrive home I want you to
still be reminded of your punishment."

Half an hour later their work was done and Angie had indeed dressed, still
covered in my mess. It was such a turn on for me to know she was going home like
that.

Karen then issued her final instruction.

"Angie", she said, "next Monday is the start of the school holidays is it not?"

"Yeah, so?" replied Angie.

"Well your niece usually comes and earns holiday money helping us with the
cleaning doesn't she. How old is she now?" asked Karen.

Angie replied that her niece was now 16 but wanted to know why Karen was so
interested.

"Because," said Karen, "She will be part of your next punishment. You will
seduce her while Steve and I watch!"

"I can't do that!", Angie responded forcefully.

"Oh you will, believe me you will! See you all Monday!" were Karen's last words
as she left the office.




The Office Cleaners - Part4.

Over the weekend I was absolutely obsessed with the sessions I had enjoyed with
Karen and Angie. I was in a state of almost permanent arousal and relived myself
time after time replaying the visions of both of them masturbating themselves.

It was the same all day Monday but with the added excitement of Angie's niece
being seduced by her for the pleasure of Karen and myself.

As the time for their arrival approached I was getting hornier and hornier and
was so glad when the last of my colleagues left the office. As soon as they had
gone I got my dick out and wanked into a handful of Kleenex.

Karen arrived first and immediately sat down next to my desk. She already looked
flushed and said that she too had been thinking about what was to happen all
weekend. It was good to have a chance to talk with Karen prior to Angie's
arrival. I was not at all sure about the involvement of her niece and wanted to
set some ground rules.

"It seems to me" I said, "that if Angie can seduce her niece `fair and square'
into some lesbian sex then fine but I don't want anyone her age to be forced
into anything."

Fortunately Karen agreed and said that under no circumstances would she
physically force anyone to do anything they didn't want to; particularly a girl
of sixteen. However she also said that she knew Stella, Angie's niece, and that
she was no shrinking violet. Apparently she was very sexually active and had
regaled Karen and Angie, when she had worked with them during previous school
holidays, with stories of her sex sessions with various boyfriends. Karen was
sure that we would get a good `show' and said that she would take it easy, see
how things went, and then decide how far to push Angie.

No sooner had Karen stopped speaking, Angie walked in looking extremely nervous
and followed by the most gorgeous looking teenager. She introduced the girl as
Stella, her niece and explained to me, I suppose for Stella's benefit, that
Stella had just started a short school holiday and would be earning some extra
spending money helping Angie and Karen with their cleaning. With that she turned
to Stella and told her to start on the far side of the office.

Stella, who was slim, around 5'3" and with dark short cropped almost boyish
hair, immediately went over to the other side of the office floor and started to
empty waste bins.

Angie turned to Karen and myself and said, "I really don't think I can go
through with your planned punishment tonight. How can I ever seduce Stella? What
if she complained and told her mother, my sister? I could never face my family
again! I can't do it, I just can't!"

Again I decided that Karen should take charge, rather than myself and looked to
her for a response.

Karen immediately responded, "Oh come on Angie, you know you want to do this. I
bet you're been as horny all weekend as Steve and I have and we both know that
Stella is more than experienced in sexual matters, she's told us before about
her sex life."

"I know", replied Angie, "but lesbian sex is a different thing all together, let
alone lesbian sex with her own aunt!"

"Look, enough arguments!", retorted Karen, "you will do as you are told. Steve
and I will make it easy on you. You will take Stella to the toilets on the
pretence of cleaning. Then you can make your move in there. She will feel safer
if she thinks its just to two of you in private. You can use a cubicle but must
leave the cubicle door open. Steve and I will view from the main toilet door via
the wall mirror so Stella won't even know we are there."

"But what if she doesn't go for it?" asked Angie.

"Its up to you to make sure she does! I wouldn't expect you to force her but if
you don't look so nervous and just go for it, I think Stella will take the
bait!" Karen advised. "Oh and I got you a surprise," she continued reaching into
her bag and pulling out a strap-on dildo, which she passed to Angie.

"I'm not going to fuck her!" Angie said, rather too loudly.

"You don't need to. That's for Stella to use on you! Just make sure you get her
to use it or Steve and I will not be best pleased. Do you understand?" said
Karen in a fairly harsh tone.

Angie nodded, tucked the dildo into her cleaning bag and started over to Stella.
They chatted for a moment and then headed towards the door.  "Stella and I will
do the toilets now!", she said to Karen and I as they passed.

This was our cue. Once they had gone through the door onto the landing area,
Karen approached me and grabbed my cock through my trousers. Giving it a few
rubs with one hand whilst rubbing her own crotch with the other, she smiled and
said that this was going to be `one of the best', as she put it. She then said
that we should give Angie a couple of minutes and then follow to the toilet.

Moments later we both walked quietly out onto the landing and on to the toilet
door. Karen very carefully and gently pushed the door open a few inches and we
both listened. Angie and Stella were chatting and were obviously at the far end
of the room already out of direct site of the door. Karen pushed the door
further open and then we could see them both, via the wall mirror, going about
cleaning the cubicles.

My dick sprung to attention in my shorts. It was all Karen and I could do to
stand still and quiet as we listened to their conversation. It was general
chit-chat for a few minutes and then Angie started to turn the conversation.

"You're looking very beautiful these days Stella," said Angie in a gentle voice,
"I bet you've got the boys are chasing you."

Stella looked a little coyly at her auntie and with a gentle smile responded,
"thanks for the compliment auntie, yeah the boys do tend to hang around but they
are only after the usual!.

"The usual?" asked Angie.

"Oh you know, they just want to fuck you. Oh sorry auntie I suppose I shouldn't
swear like that."

Angie responded, "Oh don't worry about that but tell me do you give them what
they want?"

"Auntie!" said Stella in mock shock, "You shouldn't ask questions like that.

"Oh go on you can tell your old auntie. I just want to remember what its like to
be young and beautiful and have boys chasing after you. It seems so long ago for
me know."

"Don't be silly auntie, you're still very attractive, I bet you could still get
all them men you wanted."

"If nice of you to say so Stella, but you didn't answer my question." Said
Angie. "do the boys get what they want?"

"How do I know you won't tell mum if I tell you?" enquired Stella.

"Oh you can trust your old auntie. Have I ever told you're mum before when we
have discussed sex?"

"No I guess not!", replied Stella, "so yeah, I can tell you, sometimes they get
what they're after and sometimes not. It depends how attractive they are, how
they treat me and how I'm feeling at the time. I like to flirt with them, you
know, lead them on a bit, flash a little flesh. Its great fun to see them
react."

"So tell me about the last time one got lucky!" prompted Angie.

"Oh come on auntie, that would be so embarrassing.!"

"You shouldn't be embarrassed with me Stella," said Angie, "we all girls
together and like I say, I just want to remember what its like to have a young
hot young man trying to get into your knickers. It sounds such a turn on."

"Are you getting turned on now auntie?" Stella asked.

"A little Stella," said Angie, "but it would be a whole lot more if you tell
me."

"Well the last time I let one of them have sex with me was about two weeks ago.
It wasn't great sex but it was quite naughty. We were coming home from the
cinema and found ourselves on the top deck of the bus all alone. The boy's name
was John and he had been trying to neck me all night. He even put my hand on his
lap to feel his hardon when we were watching the film".

"So what did you do on the bus".

"Well I just decided to go for it. To surprise him. So I gave him no foreplay, I
just stood up, pulled up my skirt, pulled down my knickers, lent over the seat
in front and told him to fuck me! You should have seen his face" she said
laughing, "he was so shocked but not enough to stop him getting his dick out and
pushing it straight in. We had a fantastic, quick and dirty fuck all the time
wondering if we would get caught. It was great!"

"So Stella," you like your sex risky do you?, said Angie, "and you like to tell
your partner what to do?"

"Yeah I suppose I do auntie."

"Did he cum inside you. I hope not Stella. I hope you are careful." Said Angie.

"Oh don't worry auntie I made him pull out and he came all over the bus floor.
There was loads of it everywhere. God knows what the next passenger thought. So
auntie are you turned on now?"
"Oh yes Stella, your little story has done the trick. If I were home alone right
now I would do something about it, if you know what I mean." Said Angie with a
naughty look in her eye.

"Auntie you're just so naughty!", said Stella again with a coy look on her face,
"I wouldn't mind if you did auntie. You know, if you wanted to `do something
about it', that would be quite a turn on in itself."

"Stella", said Angie, "are you saying that if your old auntie Angie was to
relieve her frustration here and now, in front of you, you would find it a turn
on? Have you ever been involved in a sexual situation with another women?

"The answer to both questions auntie is yes! Although as to the second, I've
only ever kissed and fondled, nothing too heavy."

Angie didn't respond. She walked forward to Stella, held her shoulders and gave
her a gently kiss on the cheek. Then she stepped back into a cubicle and sat
down on the toilet. Stella watched intently. Angie then unbuttoned her blouse
and push her left hand into her bra and started to rub her nipple.

"Is this okay Stella?" she asked.

"Oh yes auntie, that's very good" said Stella almost whispering.

Angie continued by then putting both hands on the hem of her skirt and pulling
it up to expose her knickers to her young niece. Then without hesitation she
said, "take then off Stella, take your auntie's knickers off for her."

Stella hesitated for a brief moment, then knelt down in front of her auntie and
eased her knickers down and off.

"Now finger me Stella, please finger me" Angie begged of her niece.

Stella didn't need asking twice. She immediately pushed two fingers into Angie
cunt and started to frig her. Her attitude changed instantly and she started
talking to her aunt, "Come on auntie, come on you slag, cum for your little
niece. You like to be fucked by young girls do you? If only the family knew dear
auntie Angie is a lesbian fuck slut. Come on cum for me you bitch."

Her dirty talk and the way she was now roughly treating her auntie was having a
stunning effect on both Karen and I still trying to be as quiet as possible in
the doorway. Karen stepped back a couple of paces and stripped herself naked in
a minute flat. She came straight back to the door and continued to watch now
desperately fingering herself as she watched Stella fingering Angie to orgasm.
For myself I just dropped my trousers and shorts and started to gently rub my
now bursting cock. I wanted to make this last as long as possible.

As Angie came Stella went frantic with her rubbing of her auntie's cunt. She was
possessed with lust.

Angie pulled herself together and said "Now you Stella, now you get your
knickers off and let auntie Angie do the same for you."

With that Angie stood up and turning Stella round sat her on the toilet. Angie
removed her niece's skirt and knickers quickly and roughly and then almost
ripped her T-shirt off. Stella, the most gorgeous sixteen-year-old was now
totally naked, legs apart, sat on a toilet and waiting for her auntie to fuck
her.

Needless to say Angie got stuck in quickly. She lifted Stella's bottom slightly
off the seat and inserted a finger into her cunt and another into her arse hole
with the speed of touch that only a women of Angie's experience could have done.
Stella look shocked as she realised where her auntie's fingers were but
immediately smiled and started to encourage Angie to fuck her. Angie didn't
disappoint and finger fucked her niece as frantically as Stella had done to her.
It took only a minute of this to bring Stella to her own screaming orgasm
grabbing Angie's wrist as she did so and forcing her auntie's fingers as deep
into her as she could.

They both hugged each other, spent and sweating with lust.
For myself, I could hold no longer and turning slight towards Karen I gushed my
cum in huge spurts onto her belly and thighs. Spurt after spurt hit her and
started dripping down her legs. Karen, now with almost her whole hand in her
pussy, grabbed my shoulder for support and whimpered as she too came.

We both regained our composure and waited to see what happened next.

Stella had by now stood up from the toilet and hugged her auntie, "That was
fantastic auntie. Thank you so much, I've never had a finger or anything else
for that matter up my arse as I came. It was fucking great!"

"If you enjoyed it so much there is one more thing I want you to do!" said
Angie.

"What auntie, what do you want?"

Angie reached for her bag and pulled out the dildo. "Fuck me Stella. Fuck your
old auntie with this. Please Stella will you fuck me?"

Again Stella hesitated for a moment and then taking the dildo replied, "Of
course auntie but you will have to help me. I've never used one of these."

Angie dropped to her knees and helped her niece step into the strap. She then
pulled it up Stella's thighs and trapped it on. Stella immediately grabbed the
plastic cock like it was her own whilst Angie turned around and bent over the
sinks.

"Put it in me Stella, put it in my cunt and fuck me Stella," begged Angie.

Stella needed no further encouragement. She positioned the cock head against her
auntie's pussy lips and thrust it in. She proceeded to fuck Angie with long slow
strokes then suddenly a few fast ones whilst Angie bucked and begged to be
fucked faster and harder. Stella was playing with her, bringing her to fever
pitch and then slowing it down again. For a sixteen-year-old she certainly knew
what she was doing.

Then she did something that surprised even Angie. She pulled the dildo out of
her auntie's cunt and immediately pushed it very hard and deep into Angie's
arse. Angie screamed with shock but Stella said, "You had a finger in my arse,
now see what it feels like to be arse fucked yourself. Or have you been fucked
in the arse before auntie. Have you. Have you auntie. Have you had a man's dick
spurting his cum into you sweet arse before?"

This just blew Karen's and my mind. I grabbed Karen and turned her against the
door jar. Bending her at the hips I sunk my cock into her pussy and started
fucking her in time with Stella's thrusts into her auntie. Karen tried
desperately to keep quiet and turning to me after a couple of minutes fucking
whispered, "in my arse, fuck my arse just like Angie".

I pulled out of Karen's cunt and sunk my cock into her arse. Now we really were
in synch with Stella and Angie. As Angie started to cum for a second time from
the arse fucking she was getting, I too wrenched to orgasm and empty my second
load of spunk into Karen's arse. As I pulled out my cum dripped from Karen's
arse and onto the floor. Karen continued to play with herself with her fist and
she too came for the second time in ten minutes.

Both Karen and I realised we should leave the scene quickly before Stella had
finally finished with her auntie so we quietly walked away as Stella popped the
dildo from her auntie's arse and held it to Angies mouth. "Suck it auntie, suck
your cunt and arse juice of the dildo."

Our last view was of Angie licking the head of the dildo like a small girl with
a lollipop.

Karen and I made our way back into the office area clutching our clothes. We
immediately got dressed and awaited Angie's and Stella's return. A few moments
later they to came back into the office with Stella looking very nervous. She
immediately returned to her cleaning work whilst Angie came to talk to us.

"How was that?" she said, "did you see us?"

"Absolutely!" I said, "you were great. To see young  Stella there up to the hilt
of her dildo in your arse was fantastic!"

Karen cut in, "You did well Angie. I knew you and Stella would get it together
and in case you didn't see Steve and I had a great fuck watching you both. To
have Steve's prick in my arse was something else!"

"So does that mean I done enough now not to be `punished' anymore?" asked Angie.

"Yeah!" said Karen, "you've done enough but I assume the three of us will be
regularly fucking each evening from now on."

"God, I hope so." I said.

"Oh yes." Said Angie, "I haven't had you yet Karen and I now have the taste for
pussy. Not only that but the thought of an arse fucking from Steve is too good
to miss."

So we all agreed that from now on regular after hours sex would most certainly
be part of the `office cleaning'..

......................................................................................


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