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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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