my fun in a hotel room.

A few weeks ago on Saturday, the company I work for
held their annual managers performance awards banquet. It’s usually earlier in
the year but due to the economy it was cancelled the last two years and it was
a last minute decision to have one this year. Also, in past years the banquet
was always held in the city where our main office is located however this year
it was held about 100 miles away in the city where the majority of our
company’s service centers our located. Due to the distance we had to travel,
the company paid for overnight stay for all the office staff at the hotel where
the banquet was being held. I was excited from the moment that I heard the
plans for the event as I knew I would have that night and the next morning in a
hotel room with the opportunity for some fun pooping in my panties without my
son being around.

I began planning for the fun I hoped to have over that
weekend on Friday. After having a BM that morning I forced out another smaller
poopy Friday evening after work as I figured that would help me to control my
bowels until sometime later on Saturday evening. I also ate more for dinner on
Friday then I usually have then ate two large bran muffins for breakfast on
Saturday and had Mexican food for lunch. I packed extra panties, an extra pair
of pajama bottoms, and my vibrator in my bag along with some laxatives so if I
didn’t poop on Saturday night, I was going to make certain I would Sunday
morning.

After checking into the hotel I went to my room then
saw a large mirror running the full length of the bathroom wall above the
vanity and sink along with a full length mirror on the inside of the bathroom
door. I was already getting excited thinking about being able to watch myself
from two angles at the same time while I played. There was also a large mirror
on the wall at the foot end of the bed that would allow me to watch myself if I
played in bed too. As I stood there looking at myself I began to rub my clit
through my jeans while thinking about the fun I was going to have later on that
night. I watched myself as I undressed then propped some pillows up at the head
of the bed and sat down with my knees up and legs spread. I love watching
myself masturbate and I had a wonderful view in the mirror as I played with my
clit while fingering my butthole. Within a few minutes I couldn’t resist my
desire any longer to finish pleasuring myself before showering. I put my thumb
in my pussy and a finger in my butt then began to rapidly “flick” my swollen
clitoris while fingering both of my holes. It didn’t take long before I enjoyed
a very nice orgasm.

For the banquet we had a cocktail reception then
dinner before the awards presentation. Throughout the entire evening there was
an open bar and since I didn’t have to drive anywhere I enjoyed quite a few
drinks. By the time we had finished dinner I was already having a strong urge
for a BM and I was starting to worry that I wouldn’t be able to hold it.
Fortunately I was sitting down the entire time and that certainly helped me to
control my bowels. The banquet ended around 10:30PM and I was anxious to go
back to my room for some fun. We stood around talking for about ten minutes and
my urge to poop was getting much stronger. Someone then suggested we go to the
hotel bar for a few more drinks and although I was hesitant, my co-workers and
some of the managers talked me into it. I was relieved that there were tables
available for us to sit as there was no way I could have controlled my bowels
if I had to keep standing. It was almost another two hours before the party
started breaking up and when others began leaving I took advantage of the
opportunity for me to call it a night also. For about the last half hour my
bowels had been making grumbling noises and even sitting wasn’t helping. I
really needed to have a BM and to my delight, I was certain it was going to be
a big creamy stinky. I also needed to pee really badly but I knew I needed to
hold it until I got back to the room as I was afraid if I sat down on a potty,
I’d end up pooping too.

I had more to drink then I’ve had in quite awhile and
as soon as I stood up to leave the bar I realized I was more then a little bit
drunk. I walked with some of my co-workers back towards the rooms and everyone
was getting a little silly. Just as we were getting on the elevator someone
made a comment that got us all laughing hysterically and I had to press my
fingers into my crotch to control myself then blurted out “stop or I’ll pee my
pants”. That just made everyone laugh harder then I got totally embarrassed when
I let out a rather loud stinker and one of the guys commented “nice fart
Julie”. Another one then said “wow it sounds like you’re about to shit your
pants too”. I thought “oh my god, if he only knew” and at that moment I
actually did think I was going to poop my pants in front of everyone. I said
“oh god, please don’t make me laugh any more” as I pressed my other hand
against my butt. The elevator door opened on my floor and when my co-workers
from the office got out on that floor also, one of them said “hope you make it”
as I pushed past them and hurriedly staggered down the hallway ahead of them
towards my room.

As I was opening the door to my room I couldn’t hold
it any longer and I started peeing my pants. As I quickly shut the door I was
really happy to be in the privacy of my room. I then went directly into the
bathroom where I stopped in front of the mirror and watched while pee spread
down the legs of my black pants. The relief of emptying my bladder felt
wonderful and as I stood there watching a puddle form on the floor, poop
started pushing past my sphincter and I knew I couldn’t stop it. As my flow of
urine subsided a large amount of mushy stinky pushed into the seat of my white
full cut cotton panties and I said to myself “oh my god, that feels so good.
I’m making a stinky in my pants”. It wasn’t how I had planned it but I found it
very exciting to lose control of myself and pee and poop my pants. I then
turned my bottom towards the mirror above the sink and watched a huge bulge
form in my pants as I grunted and pushed two more large amounts of soft creamy
poop into my panties. My underpants felt incredibly full and as I began to
massage my clit through my wet pants I said “oh Julie, you made a really big
stinky!” I undid my pants then began to lower them over my butt and when I saw
my white panties bulging and stained, it was quite obvious that I had made a
really big poop.

I stepped out of my wet black pants and placed a towel
on my pee puddle. I then went to my bag to get my extra pair of pajama bottoms
along with my vibrator and headed back into the bathroom. I decided to put on
my pajama bottoms to contain my mess as I played then watched myself in the
mirrors as I pulled the yellow cotton bottoms with a teddy bear print up over
my wet poop filled underpants. I turned the vibrator on low and pressed it into
the crotch of my pajamas against my excited clit. Drinking always makes me
extra horny and with such a large poop in my panties I was really turned on and
ready to have fun. The vibrator immediately began sending waves of pleasure
through my body then I started thrusting my hips back and forth while looking
at myself in both mirrors. I was focusing my attention on the large bulge in
the seat of my pj’s while enjoying the feeling of the warm creamy mess against
my butt and I kept talking about how much stinky I had in my pants. After a few
minutes I gently patted the bulge in my pajama’s and said “I can’t wait any
longer to sit in this nice big pile of stinky” then moved over to the toilet where
I could still see myself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. I
put the toilet seat lid down, increased the speed on my vibrator then spread my
legs and very slowly lowered my bottom onto the lid while enjoying the feeling
of very creamy poop spreading slowly between my legs and up my backside. When
my butt was fully lowered onto the lid I couldn’t contain my excitement any
longer and as I started sliding my bottom around in my poop I enjoyed a
wonderful orgasm.

I was still extremely turned on and ready to really
enjoy myself then pulled the front of my pajama bottoms and panty out. As I
looked inside and saw the poopy mess between my legs I said “oh Julie, look at
all that lovely stinky”. I leaned back, held my pajama bottoms and panty down
then placed the vibrator directly on my excited poop covered clit. It felt
really good and I soon began sliding the vibrator up and down in my slit. I was
getting more turned on as I looked at my pussy lips in my poopy mess while I
slid the vibrator between them. I then wiped some of the poop off of my pussy
and continued to move the vibrator between my lips, working it slowly to build
up my excitement even more. I started watching myself in the mirror across the
room again and after several minutes my lips were noticeably protruding and
spread open. I found it incredibly exciting seeing my juicy pink pussy all
spread open ready for pleasure in the middle of all that creamy stinky between
my legs and couldn’t control myself any longer. I said to myself “oh god, I
really need my hot juicy pussy fucked. I need to fuck my pussy” then pushed the
vibrator all the way into my sopping wet hole and immediately began to orgasm.
I started moving my hips and my butt as I sat in my creamy stinky while rapidly
thrusting the vibrator in and out for several minutes. I was so turned on that
I just kept wanting more as I enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. I’m not sure how
many orgasms I ended up having but I’m pretty certain it was more then I’ve
ever had at any one time while masturbating. I just couldn’t seem to get
satisfied enough. I also know that in my moment of ecstasy I got more carried
away with my moans of pleasure then I should have. I’m really afraid they may
have been loud enough to be heard in the room next to mine by one of my
co-workers and her husband. I’m just hoping they were asleep already. If they
did hear me I think it would have been pretty obvious to them that I was really
“enjoying myself”. Although that would be embarrassing enough, I’m thankful to
know they would have had no idea I was doing it while sitting with poop in my
panties.

By the time I had finished pleasuring myself I was
exhausted and had no desire to clean up my mess before going to bed. I put my
pooped white underpants and pajama bottoms in the sink then got in the shower
and quickly washed the poop off my butt. I was then out like a light as soon as
my head hit the pillow. When I got up in the morning the room still reeked with
the odor of my stinky and when I saw my pooped panties in the sink I got a
strange desire to put them back on. I’ve never had an opportunity to do that
before and I couldn’t resist trying it. I left the pajama bottoms in the sink
then pulled my poop filled panties back on. The poop was cold and it felt
really weird but since I had them on I decided to enjoy them one more time. I
got in the bathtub then squatted down and grunted as I did my morning pee in
them. I managed to push out a small amount of warm creamy poop into my cold
poopy mess then sat down in the tub in my warm pee and masturbated to one more
delightful orgasm. As I was masturbating I came up with one last idea for the
weekend. I decided that after I rinsed the poop from my panties I was going to
leave them in the bathtub. I then cleaned up and showered, and I felt pretty
hungover as I packed up to go home. When I checked out of the hotel that
morning, my white cotton underpants were still laying in the bathtub with a
very visible stain from the front of the gusset all the way up and covering the
entire seat. Even the waistband in the back of the panties had a noticeable
stain that made it obvious they had been totally filled with poop. I have no
doubt that the cleaning person who found them had a pretty good idea of how big
of a mess had been in them. I realize it was a weird thing to do but it got me
really excited me to know someone saw my underpants after I filled them with
such a big stinky!

END.

HIGH SCHOOL SHAME

One month before I graduated high school I lived through the most embarrassing, shameful experience of my life. The day started just like any other. I got up in the morning, took a shower during which I contemplated masturbating but decided not to, got dressed, ate breakfast, and then left for school. I was a little gangling when I was growing up but by my final year I had grown into a very attractive girl. I stood 5’9” tall, weighed only 115lbs, and had developed nice perky breasts that the boys enjoyed quite a bit (I had even let a number of them feel me up during my senior year).

On that fateful and awful day I was wearing a short plaid skirt, a tight long sleeve shirt and a pair of sandals. Underneath my skirt I had on a pair of yellow cotton fullback panties. I like to keep it modest when I wear a short skirt to school in case anything goes terribly wrong. I live only a half mile from the school so I walk everyday with my backpack over my shoulders and my iPod playing.

The school day turned out to be like any other. Classes were mostly boring and all I could think about was what college was going to be like. I had already gotten into USC so I wasn’t concerned with doing particularly well in my classes. I figured that there was no way they were going to kick me out now, especially since my parents could afford to pay the tuition without taking any loans.

I stayed after school that day to hang out with my friends for a while. After an hour we all went our separate ways and I headed back to the school to go to the bathroom. I had needed to poop since lunch but I thought I could hold it until I got home. Now I knew I wouldn’t survive the half mile walk back home without going to the bathroom first. When I reached the door to the school I was dismayed to find it locked. I ran around to the front door and found that it too was locked.

Immediately I panicked. I didn’t think I could make it home without pooping my panties but if I wasted any more time looking for a bathroom and didn’t find one I definitely wouldn’t make it. I decided to go home and use the bathroom there. I briefly debated running but decided against it because it would loosen the muscles down there and I might slip up and let everything out. Instead I chose to walk home with my ass clenched so nothing could squeeze out. It would take twice as long but I thought it was the right decision.

Sadly, it turned out to be the wrong decision. When I was half way home I dropped a book I was carrying that hadn’t fit into my backpack. When I bent over to pick it up I loosened my anus and pooped my pants. Immediately I could feel the heat of my poop and it was distinctly unpleasant. I stood up straight and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. I couldn’t believe I had just lost control of myself like that! Now I was stuck with a poop in my pants and a white hot burning shame running through my body.

I had to walk even slower now so nothing would come out of my panties. I avoided the gazes of people walking by so they wouldn’t notice me but I couldn’t help but think that everyone knew what had happened to me. I felt so embarrassed to have done this; I would simply die if anyone saw. When I heard a voice calling from behind I froze up.

“Hey Jenna, wait for me.” The voice belonged to Ross, the kid who lived next door. We weren’t really friends but sometimes he walked home with me. “Hey Jenna, what’s up?” He said as he settled alongside me.

“Nothing Ross. I’m just going home.”

“Are you okay Jenna, you don’t look right?” He asked with a genuinely concerned tone.

Of course I wasn’t okay but I couldn’t very well tell him what had happened. I just wanted him to go away. I would have been fine if in that moment he had died. It’s certainly what I felt like doing. Instead we just walked the last quarter mile together chatting about nothing in particular. I waved goodbye as I walked up the steps to my house and I swear I heard him laughing. When I turned around he was looking up the street but my face burned hot with shame anyway.

The door to the house was unlocked, which meant my mother was home. I opened the door quietly in the hopes of getting upstairs and changing before she had a chance to corner me.

“Is that you Jenna?” I heard her call out. My heart sank. “Come into the kitchen and talk to me.”

There was no point in resisting my mother. If I had just bolted upstairs and changed quickly she would have been furious. You didn’t ignore her in this household. So I walked into the kitchen and right away she could see that something was wrong. “Jenna baby, what’s wrong? Did something happen at school?”

I tried my best to deny that anything was wrong by telling her that school was great, I was looking forward to graduating, etc so she would leave me alone. She didn’t buy any of it and soon enough she had worn me down. I broke down crying as I told her that I had pooped my pants while walking home from school. I told her of the painful and powerful shame that I felt and that I was sure everyone who saw me on my way home knew what had happened, including Ross.

My mother gave me a hug and told me that everything would be all right, just as mothers do. I changed into a new pair of panties and threw the old ones out and eventually I found myself getting over the shame of the day. Still, for the rest of the school year I was sure that Ross was laughing at me every time he saw me.