Room 204

CW: This story involves office lust, anal sex and scat play; Doug and Skylar get pretty messy!

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I've worked for Megacorp for years. It's good work, interesting enough. Like many Megacorps, mine is full of divisions, teams and working groups, mostly full of middle-aged, balding bores just like me.

Skylar Storm joined Megacorp a few years ago. As a bright young woman, my immediate thought was she'd been recruited to help achieve a diversity target, but not at all: she's friendly, outgoing and a technical genius on top. She's not in my team but we work together on occasion, when a project calls for one of those cross-departmental collaborations. We get on very well.

Oh, did I forget to mention Skylar's also an S-tier girl-next-door cutie? Petite, with long wavy dark hair and big sparkly eyes. She loves to wear tight jeans, which show off a deliciously spankable butt, and her favored fluffy sweaters barely hide a magnificent pair of boobs. She radiates a hotness so intense that I initially found her irresistibly alluring, but I pulled myself together and realized the age and career gap between made it wholly inappropriate to entertain any lewd thoughts. Now I just keep them deeply repressed.

Megacorp has decided it needs to send a bunch of teams away to a week's retreat in a swanky country hotel somewhere just far enough from civilization to have poor cell coverage, with great food and surroundings, but when you stop to think about it, we're all being held captive while we "collaborate". Which is corp-speak for "pull your fingers out and get some shit done or else." It works though: By midweek the workshops and focus groups are storming along, we're coming up with the goods. Our fingers firmly pulled out. Megacorp would be delighted.

Of course, Skylar's here with her team. She and I are getting on like old friends and we've both dropped our professional guard slightly and relaxed into our personalities a little now we're away from the office. It's almost a relief to be less guarded when chatting around the water cooler, no that we ever struggled for small talk but now it's starting to get a bit more, well, personal? As the week goes on, fewer topics seem off the table.

At dinner on Wednesday this sommelier (yes, we're at the sort of place with sommeliers) is serving a glass to the adjacent table and I catch Skylar eyeing up his butt.

"How're the buns?" I ask with a grin, holding up a bread roll from the basket as I side-eye the admittedly well-chiselled tush nearby.

"Scrummy! Don't ya just wanna give them a good squeeze?!" she replies, turning slightly red. Interesting.

After a decent session in the bar putting the world to rights, it's getting late, and colleagues are peeling off to their rooms. Skylar wobbles to her feet, says goodnight with a broad smile and turns to leave. The spirits coursing through me aren't doing anything to help those repressed thoughts and I drunkenly allow myself a look at her butt as she extricates herself from the table. I obviously stare a bit long and hard, and when I finally look up as she leaves, she's fully clocked me gawping at her.

"Goodnight. Err, sorry Skylar" I mumble, embarrassed.

"Good night, cheeky" she playfully reprimands. I'm busted. Note to self: Must. Not. Stare. Even. When. Drunk.

Thursday morning and breakfast is served. We're all hungover so we stuff ourselves more than usual, which is saying something, as we've been fed exceptionally well all week. I'm relieved to find Skylar doesn't make any mention about me grocking her gorgeous butt last night. I am trying hard not to stare today, but I can't help but notice she's found some extra tight jeans which leave even less to the imagination. I stop to ponder how she manages to get them on; does it involve like a shoehorn for legs? Or does it involve lube? A mystery for our time.

The first event of the day is a conference type affair and we're all stuck listening to some drone going on about.. actually I've no idea. Nursing a hangover and lethargic from breakfast I'm not the only one who's fidgety and desperate to be anywhere else (Megacorp would be disappointed today). Not least Skylar, who, by the end of the session, seems almost unable to keep still. Afterwards she's out the room like a shot.

I catch up with her a bit later.

"You alright? You left in such a rush."

"Yeah! Fine thanks, ha, but between you and me.." she leans in a little "I had such a big breakfast I almost shat myself in there. It was, like,

really

close, I only just made it!"

She pulls a strained expression and giggles like a schoolgirl. My consciousness explodes in a dozen directions as such brutal honesty blindsides me, but she's not embarrassed in the slightest, she finds it, dare I say, funny? Hang on. No. Wait. She's just fucking with me because she knows I like staring at her butt. She's doing some sort of mental jujitsu. Yeah, that's gotta be it. Well, ha, two can play at this game.

"Crikey Skylar, I mean, at least save it for your OnlyFans, right?!" I try to sound like a strict disciplinarian. This is perhaps most inappropriate thing I've ever said to anyone in the office. It's going to go one of two ways, either I'm in for a meeting with HR or.. Skylar giggles! I've gotten away with it! I go for broke: "Of course, if you'd filled your panties, we'd have had to take you back to your room and punish you."

Skylar doesn't miss a beat.

"Yeah, me and my squishy panties.." another giggle "..would have to walk of shame right past everyone! Fuck, that'd be mega awkward! And just think of the mess you'd make when you spank me, housekeeping would be fucking livid" She claps a hand to her mouth and raises her forehead in exaggerated horror.

The conversation meanders elsewhere after that but my mind's in a spin. It must just be toilet humor, Skylar's a nice girl, she's just creatively extrapolating a situation to its conclusion. In coprophilic detail. Totally normal banter. There's no way she's actually done anything like that. I'm projecting my own scatological paraphilia onto her. Shameful, Doug!

As the day passes, I try to put the morning's deprived fantasy with Skylar back into the repressed part of my mind, but it's a challenge. Her butt's been so, just, omnipresent today. It's almost like she's been walking into my eyeline intentionally. I definitely have not noticed I can see her panty elastic through the jeans, they're that tight. Nope, I've not noticed that at all. I check my boyish urges yet again, although self-admonishment is patently defective.

Suddenly she turns to leave. "See ya!" she says playfully. And she's gone. I'm disappointed, although not for any justifiable reason, nothing's going to happen, she's a work colleague. I resign myself to calling it a night too, perhaps returning to my room for a hot date with a bottle of lube and something fun on my phone, when a message pops up.

[StormS]

Messy? Room 204

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Room 204 turns out to be at the end of a long winding corridor somewhere in the roof of the hotel. It's probably the room furthest from anyone, and come to think of it, perhaps the least suitable room for a lone woman to be staying in. I half wonder why she ended up here, but I arrive at the door before the thought concludes. I knock.

Skylar opens the door. I quickly take in the cuteness. She's taken her jumper off to show a skimpy v-neck tee that's failing to hold her boobs in. She's barefoot, her magenta painted toenails sinking into the expensive carpet. She's undone the top couple of buttons on her jeans for comfort, showing off the top of her panties. Hot. My dick tingles.

"Oh, hi Doug! Wasn't expecting you. Whassup?" she asks, teasingly.

"Hi Skylar. I got a call from maintenance, they say there's a problem with the.." I pause for effect "only fan in your room, and could I take a closer look?" It's the cheesiest line imaginable. I should be wearing a fake mustache and wearing overalls.

"Nice one Luigi. Yeah, looks like something sticky hit it. Here, come in, I'll show you."

I walk into her bedroom. She closes the door behind me, putting the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle outside. I hear her fiddling with something and turn my head to see her fitting a carpet lock to the door, bent over, butt towards me.

I figure, she's invited me to her room, locked the door and is now clearly peacocking, so caution can be thrown to the wind. I gingerly reach out and give her butt a squeeze.

"You've been wanting to do that all week, haven't you, you filthy perv. Don't deny it, I've seen you sneaking peeks at me every chance you get. You're bloody rubbish at hiding it!"

Oh! The jig's up. I'm fucking busted. "Sorry. It's so inappropriate... I know, I..."

"Hush now." Her stern demeanor snaps into a seductive grin. "If it bothered me, you wouldn't be here right now, would you? I love my butt too, it's bloody great." She pauses for a second. "Wanna fuck it?"

"Uhhh.." I manage to squeak.

"Here's the deal, Doug Harrington. I'm sure I saw you glitch out when I mentioned my squishy panties earlier. You obviously love butts, well, mine anyway. I think I've clocked your kink and if I'm right, I'm about to make your year. If I'm wrong, then PLEASE forget what I'm about to say. Promise?

I nod, heart racing. She takes a step closer, holds up her index finger and taps me on the chest.

"One night. Dirty anal: You fuck my ass, hard, then I'll shit on your dick and we'll have some fun in the muck."

Skylar gauges my reaction. I must look like a kid in a fucking candy store because she noticeably relaxes. Guess she was worried she'd gotten me wrong.

"But it's just one night. Don't fall in love. We're coworkers, I'm not gonna be your girlfriend, however it goes tonight. I'm not after a relationship. Is that ok?"

I nod again.

She smiles warmly. "Oh, thank fuck I was right! I was shitting myself for a minute there -- metaphorically, of course." She adds, giggling again and giving an exaggerated wink. "Great! Let's get started."

Getting started, it transpires, means a forensic level of preparation.

Skylar dips into her travel case and chucks me a bottle of pills. "Take this, wouldn't want you to get soft halfway through." More giggling. I knock back a Cialis, mentally praising modern medicine.

The bed is cleared. The furniture is moved away. Skylar produces some large sheets of absorbent stuff -- medical grade, apparently, but you just buy them on Amazon -- and we cover the bed. We tape a couple of sheets of it to the wall, too, to protect the headboard. I decide now isn't the moment to ask exactly why she's got all this paraphernalia with her on a work retreat. Gift horse. Mouth, etc.

"So, speaking of poo, how much do you reckon you've got in there?" I ask, pointing at her navel and gesticulating to the amount of protection we've deployed.

"Not sure, to be honest." Skylar admits. "Might not be much, and if it's particularly solid, it might not even be that messy. The unknowing adds to the excitement, don'cha think? But I ate loads all day and we must be prepared for anything."

"Speaking of," she continues "Rules. Listening? I don't wanna eat shit, so remember, nothing above my neck. And please don't put shitty fingers up my cunt, that ends badly for me. Safe word is Neptune, but remember, using it isn't gonna put any mess back inside. If you can't handle things and need to chunder, do it in the bin, not over me, I hate puke."

We discuss protection. Skylar has special butt-grade condoms if I want but is easy either way. I decline, my dick prefers to get as filthy as it can. This goddess of scat has thought of absolutely everything; we even check our hands for cuts, but her supply of waterproof plasters isn't needed.

Once Skylar's satisfied that we've prepped the ever-living fuck out of the situation, with a snap she presses herself up against me. I feel her boobs press against my chest as I pull her inwards. As I run my hands over her body, across her back and down to her butt, the release of delight is so intense I feel a bit giddy.

I tweak open her bra and slide my hands up her torso. Her boobs are soft and delicate, and she purrs slightly when I cup them. I strip her top off, and she, mine. I slide my hands into her jeans. Just as I'd pondered earlier, they're super tight and seem almost glued on.

"How the bloody hell do you get these off?" She giggles again and lies back on the bed.

"Just pull firmly", she says, wiggling around to loosen their grip. Sure enough, a bit of tugging later and she's lying on the bed in just her panties. I'm rock hard by now, the Cialis is working its magic, which delights Skylar as she undoes my fly and gently puts her hand inside.

I pull off her panties, stopping only momentarily to appreciate her perfectly shaved cunt.

"It's much easier to keep clean, without any hair."

Wondering how often she gets all scatty, I climb on top and we exchange a passionate kiss. My dick is so desperate to be in her cunt right now, but that isn't what has been agreed. She breaks off.

"Ready? I am."

We shuffle around on the bed. I lie back. Skylar straddles me, reverse cowgirl, legs spread wide, butt proudly towards me. I get a perfect view of absolutely everything she has. She chucks me tub of lube and one of those long, thin, applicator things.

"Be generous."

"Ouch, that's cold!" I massage a liberal splodge onto myself. She giggles, I'm starting to adore her laughter. Not wanting to hurt, I gingerly slide the greased-up applicator into her rectum and fill her up. I needn't have worried; she handles it like a pro.

Fully in control of the situation, like a dominatrix descending from the heavens, Skylar lowers her butt onto my swollen dick. She pauses as I push through her asshole.

"Slowly, slowly! Doug's dick, meet my ass!" She takes me deeper and deeper until I'm fully in. It's warm and tight and feels out of this world.

"Um, say when?" I make a half-arsed attempt to check we haven't gone too far. I'm not especially large, but then neither is Skylar.

She gasps, slightly strained but ecstatic. "Oh, you're doing FINE, uhhh FUCK YES that's it, that's, uhhh, UHH SO good..." her comment tailing off into a breathless shudder of pleasure. Goodness knows what guts my dick is hitting inside her but it's obviously something powerful.

We hit a stride. The angles are a bit precarious this way around: let's face it, human anatomy isn't really designed to intersect in this manner, but we're soon beating a solid rhythm. I'm thrusting up slightly to match her bouncing up and down. Her legs must be getting a right proper workout, but the result is fucking fantastic! The intimacy of being inside another person, the intense thrill of the forbidden, the notion of being really naughty with a girl. A girl who's loving anal sex at least as much as I am, possibly more.

No matter what happens next, my boyish brain is having the time of its life.

And what happens next is, indeed, spectacular.

I can feel a change in texture against my head as Skylar grunts with pleasure. I feel her move slightly side to side, guiding my dick exactly where she wants it. Her pelvic floor muscles shift. Watching myself pump in and out of her butt I see my dick, glistening with lube, start to change color. Just a bit of brown at first, growing darker and darker, until we have well and truly found what we're looking for. Suddenly I'm covered in her thick, slimy poo. This is the most disgusting sight I've ever had the fortune to behold, and Christ alive it's hot. So utterly hot. I feel myself climaxing already.

"You ok up there? I'm, um, about to come" I say, apologetically.

On top, doing all the hard work, Skylar is working up quite the sweat and exhaling a guttural groan with every thrust, obviously out of enjoyment, because when she turns to look at me I see she's got the biggest look of joy plastered across her face. I let out a loud whimper as I blow my load.

"It's that good, eh soldier? Ha, I knew you'd love it. You'd better keep going though." She pants as she catches a look at the mess she's made. "I'm not done!"

I don't answer. I don't think I can speak. Skylar pushes down hard, encouraging me to get as deeply inside her as I can. The wonder pill is doing a terrific job of keeping my dick super hard, even after I've come, which is just as well because I'm now meeting some resistance up there. Skylar's butt is full of an ungodly mixture of poo and cum and the muck is squelching out around my dick with every thrust. A visceral fug fills the air as the unmistakable funk of fresh shit envelopes us. Finally, the force of the oncoming sludge expels my dick, followed by a thick gloopy tsunami which slops down all over me. Skylar strains a bit to get it all out, and with a couple of final moans of pleasure, she's emptied herself all over me.

My dick is completely buried somewhere underneath her warm, stinking, pile of soft mushy excreta. There's SO much if it. Where did it come from? How on earth did it all fit inside her? I realize don't give a flying fuck. We pause for a second.

"Wow, that's.. you dirty, dirty girl, Skylar!"

She laughs. "Yeah? I promised you, didn't I? Shit Piggie delivers for Doug Dirty! Five stars, would use again. Like and subscribe!" She's mad. She's wonderful!

Skylar reaches back round, finds my dick beneath the dung heap and guides it back in. We resume fucking as the muck squishes everywhere, making a slick, squelching sound with each movement. Her butt, back and legs look like an explosion in a chocolate factory and the stench of it is overbearing. Revolting. Disgusting. Gorgeous.

She wipes her mucky hand over her thigh. I wonder if that's a cue to follow, so I scoop up a handful and begin to smear. I check she's ok with this.

"Shit Piggie loves the filth. Cover me!"

She's depraved! I obey. Still with my dick buried up her butt, she arches her back, tilting her head towards me with her boobs in the air. I grab two handfuls, reach around and take one boob in each, giving it a powerful squeeze. The poo oozes out between my fingers and gloops down her body. She gasps in delight.

I keep massaging the muck into her, first into her boobs, then her tummy, then everywhere I can reach. More handfuls, more thrusting, more smearing. Soon she's covered like Strawberry Fields in Quantum of Solace, only, you know, not as dead, and she reeks like a farmyard crossed with Satan's asshole. The fucking intensifies. Skylar's groaning with every thrust as she completely succumbs to the humiliation of being covered in shit with a dick up her.

It's time to bring her over the edge. I assertively grope at her shitty tits and give her nipples a pinch, gentle at first then harder and harder as they turn to bullets and she starts to shudder. I can feel it inside her, an involuntary tensing of muscles as bolts of lightning start to explode. Finally, I reach down, find her clit with two fingers, and twiddle. It's too much for her to take. With an exultation, half groan, half shriek, Skylar comes. Hard. The sort of orgasm that starts in her toes and ripples all the way up her sweat drenched, muck covered body.

She dismounts, turns around and collapses on top of me, messy boobs sticking to my chest. She's shaking, dripping in sweat, her eyes watering. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu... That was.... Oh, fuuuuuck" is all she manages to say. We lie like that for what seems like ages, sticking together, bathed in human excreta. What an utter, utter mess.

Eventually we make it to the shower. As we stagger off the bed, splodges of muck fall off us everywhere. It's just as well we laid out all that absorbo-stuff!

Like monkeys in the jungle we tend to each other's cleanup, washing every inch of each other, making sure to get every crevice clean. It takes most of a bar of soap before we get it all under control.