One of My Hottest Enema Fantasies
I am wearing a short skirt, the kind where you can see my butt cheeks peeking out from under the skirt. While you are working at your desk, I do all I can to get your attention by bending over and flagrantly farting near you while you’re on the phone. You frown and motion for me to leave the room, but I bend over to pick up a file off the floor and again I produce a loud fart to which you are embarrassed and attempt to explain the fart noise away to your business associate. Then, I position myself in front of you and fart loudly again. Three’s a charm and you angrily slam the phone down, get up from your chair and order me into a room where we have guests who are in on a secret plan that I am not aware of. I receive a tongue lashing about farting around you, the noise and the smell of which you find odious and it is obvious to you that I have been eating junk food and need to be taught a lesson. You sit down in a chair, order me across your lap, and donning a pair of latex gloves, you lube up your index finger and teasingly insert it inch by inch up my rectum. I am floored because this is happening in front of an audience. I attempt to hide my embarrassment by burrowing my face into your thighs, but it’s not working and soon I am moaning as your glistening finger becomes persistent. Then you add a 2nd well-greased finger, and by this time I am squirming and my quim is getting slick. Some of the audience members are egging you on and some are moaning encouraging me to tolerate the intrusion in my backside. If I get too boisterous in my movements, a slap on the rump is administered. Then, an enema is ceremoniously bought in (a big 4-qt bulging bag with a clear hose). Upon seeing this contraption, I start bucking like a bronco trying to get up from your lap, but you hold me steadfast and the long cylinder silicone nozzle goes in all the way to the hilt (a good 6 to 8 inches). You start the flow and plunge the nozzle in and out of my backside, and by this time tears are streaming down my face, one of my large breasts escapes from my blouse and bra, then the other and my chest looks like a bountiful big-nippled udder undulating back and forth, nipples erect and ripe for sucking. One of the women in the audience who had been moaning and fingering herself comes up, positions herself under my hanging Gardens of Babylon, and begins to alternately suckle each breast. I soon become so overwhelmed that an explosion occurs and even though I try my best to control it, water escapes from my rectum shooting in a high arc like a fountain as you continue to pump the nozzle in and out while I ride myself to ecstasy and feel your nature rise against my bulging belly. For further humiliation, I am asked to expel into a large glass container so all can see what has come out of me. I am told that if I repeat the behavior that got me into this punishment, I will have to endure two bags instead of one, and next time the session will be a lot longer.