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My colleague, Andrea, and I are working as auditors for a multinational and are traveling a lot – domestic and international. We are now in Rome on a two week trip to check on our plant outside of Rome. Andrea is good looking brunette in her late thirties. Perfectly trained body – she does competitive cycling as her hobby. I am in my late forties and a little padded. While we spent a lot of time at work and on the road together, we never went further than a little banter. However, we enjoyed each other companies, finished each other sentences and had no secrets from each other.
After the first week, we are looking forward to our weekend and brake from work. Every evening our gracious hosts have taken us out for excellent dinners and we are graving for some simple food. It is Saturday morning and we decided to start our report early and to review our findings so far. We are meeting in my room, which I upgraded to a spacious suite with all the frequent flyer miles you amass in our profession. Room service had just setup a simple breakfast, when Andrea knocked at my door. She entered in a casual sporting outfit – spandex pants and some tight fitting T-Shirt, which accentuated her beautiful chest and gorgeous rump. I couldn’t prevent myself of glaring at her behind as she passed me by into the room and thinking what it would feel and taste like.
We started with some coffee and Mimosa and talked about the previous week. Suddenly, Andrea excused herself, “May I use your bathroom?” “Sure, it’s over there,” pointing in the direction of the bath. After a while, she came back looking a little flushed.
“Are you OK?” I asked concerned.
“Yes, I am fine. I think I am just a little jetlagged.” She responded.
“Sure, you want to continue? We could take a break”
“No. It’s OK. It’s just… You know all that excellent food got to me.”
I looked at her inquisitively and she continued, “I am ah … all plugged up. I have gotten a number two since we arrived.”
“That’s not good. Did you try some laxatives?”
“No. My stomach doesn’t like laxatives, so I have to address the problem from the other end.”
“Huh?” I stupidly mumbled.
“Well, you know…” She blushed and looked up over her cup of coffee pointing at her behind.
“Ohh. I see.” I replied.
“I thought you might be able to help me with that.” Teasing me “I couldn’t fail to notice your bag in the bathroom.”
I almost choked on my coffee. I had totally forgotten to store my enema bag after I had used this morning, when I got up. The plentiful excellent food gave me some trouble as well. I could feel the blood rushing into my face and she started chuckling. “It’s OK, Pete. We have been close friends and don’t have any secrets from each other. Looks like you needed an enema, too.”
“Well, I guess,” I fumbled.
“ I haven’t gotten one since I was a little girl. My mum was a nurse, and my sisters and I received at least monthly treatments to keep us regular.” She confessed. “Since college, I have not needed one and I could get good results just with suppositories, but I forgot my supply.”
“You want to borrow my bag?” I asked sheepishly.
“No.” smiling at me “I have never given myself or anybody else an enema. Could you please help me?”
“Well, giving an enema is a very intimate thing and I am not entirely sure …”
“Come on. We shared some of our darkest secrets in the past.” I just remembered the time, when we crashed at her apartment after a night out of heavy drinking and waking up in the morning next to her in our underwear.
“Are you really sure?” I asked.
“I’ll bet you, you will be the perfect gentleman and will not taking advantage of the damsel in distress.”
“OK.” Taking her hand and leading her into the adjacent bedroom.
“Please get comfortable on the bed. I’ll prepare the bag.”
She peeled herself out of the spandex pants and lied down on the bed. I came back with my Paris 3 qt bag on the IV stand. When I returned from the bath to fetch the tub of Vaseline, I found Andrea looking puzzled at the nozzle as she turned it in her hand. I had attached a black Victorian style douche nozzle. With a size of ¾ inch by 6 5/8 inches, it was not for the novice, but Andrea had previously discussed with me the sexual preferences of her ex-boyfriend, who introduced her to the forbidden pleasures of anal sex.
“It looks rather big.” She stated, “Will it hurt? My mum used a smaller one.”
“Don’t worry, my little darling. I will use extra lube on you and before you know it, it will be over.” I assured her.
“You seem to have a lot of experience in this matter.”
“Yeah. I regularly take enemas for health and pleasure.”
“Pleasure? You are k**ding, right? My mum’s enemas were not what I would call pleasurable, as I recall it.”
“You’ll see. Don’t worry and have an open mind. By the way, how did your mum give you the enema?”
“We would lie down on our backs on the bed and one of us would hold the feet up.”
“Let’s try something more comfortable. Please turn on your left side. Good.”
Andrea looked beautiful on her left side on the bed, pointing her plump behind towards me.
“Excuse me, but I think, we need to remove these.” I said while I was gently putting my fingers behind the waistband her lily white panties to remove them slowly.
“First I will lube you up a bid for that big bad nozzle.”
I dunked my forefinger in the tub of Vaseline and remove a good size blob of it. Spreading her ample cheeks with my left hand, I slowly circled around her nice rosebud. She answered with some soft moans. “Are you OK?”
“Yes. Please don’t stop; it feels wicked,” she answered.
I probed her anus with my forefinger and slowly slipped in my finger, while the moans grew loader.
“Please don’t stop. This feels so good.”
I spend some more time on moving my finger in and out of her bunghole, before I withdraw it and replace it with the douche nozzle.
“Oh. It’s big,” she moaned. “Just relax, my darling,” I assured her and ‘plop’ it went in.
“Ready?” I asked.
“I guess,” she replied.
I opened the clamp and let the flow start. She gasped, ”This feels so wicked. This is nothing like the enemas from my mum.” “I told you that you may surprise yourself and enjoy them.”
She moaned and rotated her hips. I softly massaged her ass. Then suddenly a cramp struck. “Oh. I have to go. Please let me go,” she pleaded with me. “No. I will stop the flow. Take some deep breath. It’s a cramp and will go away,” I assured her. She calmed down and eventually I started the flow again. I couldn’t fail to notice that she was getting excited. She started to rub her clit with her hand, while she pinched her nipple with the other hand.
“Oh, Pet. What are you doing to me? I am getting so horny.”
She had taken most of the3 quarts and I stopped the flow, when I touched her swollen lips. She moaned more and I slowly moved my fingers, carefully massaging her clit between my thumb and forefinger, while I rotated my middle finger in her gushing pussy. I noticed that she was getting close to the climax and stared the flow again. While I reamed her ass with the nozzle with one hand and finger fucking her pussy with the other, she finally released the tension of her orgasm and screamed uncontrollable.
After some time she came down from the ceiling and smiled at me. “Thank you. That was extraordinary.” She gave a small peck on my check and ran off to the toilette to relief herself.
While Andrea relieved herself, I refilled the bag with another soapy solution, attached my colon tube, 32 French and 30 inches long, and hung it back on the IV stand. After a while Andrea came back to the bedroom. “Wow, what a ride. I would have never thought that an enema could be so exciting.”
She was smiling at me. Then she saw the refilled bag on the stand, “More?” “Well, we want to make sure that you are completely cleaned out.”
As she got back on the bed, she noticed the colon tube and
held it up inquisitively, “OMG, what is this?” “Relax, honey. It is called a colon tube. It is going up into your colon to clean you all the way out. I use it a lot, after an initial enema to really feel clean.” “Will it hurt? Please, you wouldn’t hurt me?”
“No, my love. Relax, I will be gentle. If you like it so far, you will love this one – I promise!”
She smiled at me and gave me the tube. “You know I trust you!” Turing around on her left side again and presenting her lovely bunghole to me, she cooed “It’s all yours … But please be gentle with it.” I kissed her ass, “Don’t worry, baby. I will be.” I gently started to lube her again and she started moaning as soon as my finger penetrated her rosebud.
I withdrew my finger to lube the colon tube liberally with lube. “Please try to relax. This may feel a little wired at first.” I started inserting the tip of the colon tube slowly, twisting it going forward. She answered with moaning. “Honey, are you
ready?” “Yes, please. I am getting horny again. This is truly wired.” So I started the flow and slowly twisting the tube forward. She started groaning and her hands went down on her pussy. Finally, the tube was all the way in and I increased the flow. Again, her pussy started gushing again. I leaned over and started kissing her inner tights, inching closer and closer to her clit. “Oooh, ooh God, what are you doing to me? You are driving me crazy.” Instinctively, I stopped what I was doing. “No. Please don’t stop. Go on! Yes, YES”
I started slitting my tongue around her well shaven pussy and finally started sucking on her clit. “OOOH, Yes. YES.” Her hands pushed my head further into her twat and her strong thighs squeezing me that she almost choked me. But then I could feel her spasm and she came a second time. In the meantime
the bag went flat, I shut the clamp and slowly removed the tube. “Oooh God, what ARE you doing to me? This is insane, but … I love it. You were right.” She smiled at me and got up from the bed to relief herself.
While she got rid of the second load, I started to clean the
bag again, filled it with a baking soda solution, and attached a double balloon nozzle to it. “God, I never thought that
I could enjoy this so much,” Andrea was calling
when she came back from the bathroom, but then she saw the bulging bag and exclaimed, “You got to be k**ding.
Another one?” “Well, this one is a rinse to get rid of all the soap in your colon. Otherwise, it might be to irritating.” When she saw the nozzle, she anxiously replied, ”What is that? It looks scary.” I explained that the balloons would help her to retain the enema more easily giving her more time to focus on enjoying the effects of the enema. I lubed the balloons and her bunghole and slowly twisting the nozzle into her neither region. She instantly started to moan, “Ooh, what is this? What are you doing to me? You make me go insane.” I soothingly told her to relax and go with the flow (no pun intended). I inflated the balloons one by one, first the inner one , then the outer one giving her an incredible never experienced sensation in her anal region. Her pussy instantly overflew and her strong scent was in the air driving me crazy. I started the slow without warning and moved forward to her slit to caress her mound with my hungry lips. Immediately, she started to squirm and moan, while I couldn’t help to eat her yummy pussy.
All of the sudden, she turned me on my back and yanked of my
pants to get to my stiff hotrod. She straddled my while keeping the nozzle in and the solution flowing. “I need your
cock in me NOW!”, she demanded and abruptly impaled herself on my rock hard organ. “Ooh, don’t you dare come before me!” she whispered in my ear while she was riding me hard and furious. I bit my lips and was praying that I would be able to retain my load for her to truly enjoy the double stuffing. Her hot, wet lips were sucking on my penis as he had never experienced before. While the bag announced with a gurgle that the 3 quarts had found their way into her guts, I felt her twat tightening up announcing the upcoming release of another incredible orgasm. The well trained muscles of her vagina were pushing me to my most incredible orgasm filling her other hole with liquid love. Finally, we both came back to earth exhausted from our joined trip to another dimension. “Sorry, I got to run,” she
joked and took off for the bathroom bag in her hand.
After the first week, we are looking forward to our weekend and brake from work. Every evening our gracious hosts have taken us out for excellent dinners and we are graving for some simple food. It is Saturday morning and we decided to start our report early and to review our findings so far. We are meeting in my room, which I upgraded to a spacious suite with all the frequent flyer miles you amass in our profession. Room service had just setup a simple breakfast, when Andrea knocked at my door. She entered in a casual sporting outfit – spandex pants and some tight fitting T-Shirt, which accentuated her beautiful chest and gorgeous rump. I couldn’t prevent myself of glaring at her behind as she passed me by into the room and thinking what it would feel and taste like.
We started with some coffee and Mimosa and talked about the previous week. Suddenly, Andrea excused herself, “May I use your bathroom?” “Sure, it’s over there,” pointing in the direction of the bath. After a while, she came back looking a little flushed.
“Are you OK?” I asked concerned.
“Yes, I am fine. I think I am just a little jetlagged.” She responded.
“Sure, you want to continue? We could take a break”
“No. It’s OK. It’s just… You know all that excellent food got to me.”
I looked at her inquisitively and she continued, “I am ah … all plugged up. I have gotten a number two since we arrived.”
“That’s not good. Did you try some laxatives?”
“No. My stomach doesn’t like laxatives, so I have to address the problem from the other end.”
“Huh?” I stupidly mumbled.
“Well, you know…” She blushed and looked up over her cup of coffee pointing at her behind.
“Ohh. I see.” I replied.
“I thought you might be able to help me with that.” Teasing me “I couldn’t fail to notice your bag in the bathroom.”
I almost choked on my coffee. I had totally forgotten to store my enema bag after I had used this morning, when I got up. The plentiful excellent food gave me some trouble as well. I could feel the blood rushing into my face and she started chuckling. “It’s OK, Pete. We have been close friends and don’t have any secrets from each other. Looks like you needed an enema, too.”
“Well, I guess,” I fumbled.
“ I haven’t gotten one since I was a little girl. My mum was a nurse, and my sisters and I received at least monthly treatments to keep us regular.” She confessed. “Since college, I have not needed one and I could get good results just with suppositories, but I forgot my supply.”
“You want to borrow my bag?” I asked sheepishly.
“No.” smiling at me “I have never given myself or anybody else an enema. Could you please help me?”
“Well, giving an enema is a very intimate thing and I am not entirely sure …”
“Come on. We shared some of our darkest secrets in the past.” I just remembered the time, when we crashed at her apartment after a night out of heavy drinking and waking up in the morning next to her in our underwear.
“Are you really sure?” I asked.
“I’ll bet you, you will be the perfect gentleman and will not taking advantage of the damsel in distress.”
“OK.” Taking her hand and leading her into the adjacent bedroom.
“Please get comfortable on the bed. I’ll prepare the bag.”
She peeled herself out of the spandex pants and lied down on the bed. I came back with my Paris 3 qt bag on the IV stand. When I returned from the bath to fetch the tub of Vaseline, I found Andrea looking puzzled at the nozzle as she turned it in her hand. I had attached a black Victorian style douche nozzle. With a size of ¾ inch by 6 5/8 inches, it was not for the novice, but Andrea had previously discussed with me the sexual preferences of her ex-boyfriend, who introduced her to the forbidden pleasures of anal sex.
“It looks rather big.” She stated, “Will it hurt? My mum used a smaller one.”
“Don’t worry, my little darling. I will use extra lube on you and before you know it, it will be over.” I assured her.
“You seem to have a lot of experience in this matter.”
“Yeah. I regularly take enemas for health and pleasure.”
“Pleasure? You are k**ding, right? My mum’s enemas were not what I would call pleasurable, as I recall it.”
“You’ll see. Don’t worry and have an open mind. By the way, how did your mum give you the enema?”
“We would lie down on our backs on the bed and one of us would hold the feet up.”
“Let’s try something more comfortable. Please turn on your left side. Good.”
Andrea looked beautiful on her left side on the bed, pointing her plump behind towards me.
“Excuse me, but I think, we need to remove these.” I said while I was gently putting my fingers behind the waistband her lily white panties to remove them slowly.
“First I will lube you up a bid for that big bad nozzle.”
I dunked my forefinger in the tub of Vaseline and remove a good size blob of it. Spreading her ample cheeks with my left hand, I slowly circled around her nice rosebud. She answered with some soft moans. “Are you OK?”
“Yes. Please don’t stop; it feels wicked,” she answered.
I probed her anus with my forefinger and slowly slipped in my finger, while the moans grew loader.
“Please don’t stop. This feels so good.”
I spend some more time on moving my finger in and out of her bunghole, before I withdraw it and replace it with the douche nozzle.
“Oh. It’s big,” she moaned. “Just relax, my darling,” I assured her and ‘plop’ it went in.
“Ready?” I asked.
“I guess,” she replied.
I opened the clamp and let the flow start. She gasped, ”This feels so wicked. This is nothing like the enemas from my mum.” “I told you that you may surprise yourself and enjoy them.”
She moaned and rotated her hips. I softly massaged her ass. Then suddenly a cramp struck. “Oh. I have to go. Please let me go,” she pleaded with me. “No. I will stop the flow. Take some deep breath. It’s a cramp and will go away,” I assured her. She calmed down and eventually I started the flow again. I couldn’t fail to notice that she was getting excited. She started to rub her clit with her hand, while she pinched her nipple with the other hand.
“Oh, Pet. What are you doing to me? I am getting so horny.”
She had taken most of the3 quarts and I stopped the flow, when I touched her swollen lips. She moaned more and I slowly moved my fingers, carefully massaging her clit between my thumb and forefinger, while I rotated my middle finger in her gushing pussy. I noticed that she was getting close to the climax and stared the flow again. While I reamed her ass with the nozzle with one hand and finger fucking her pussy with the other, she finally released the tension of her orgasm and screamed uncontrollable.
After some time she came down from the ceiling and smiled at me. “Thank you. That was extraordinary.” She gave a small peck on my check and ran off to the toilette to relief herself.
While Andrea relieved herself, I refilled the bag with another soapy solution, attached my colon tube, 32 French and 30 inches long, and hung it back on the IV stand. After a while Andrea came back to the bedroom. “Wow, what a ride. I would have never thought that an enema could be so exciting.”
She was smiling at me. Then she saw the refilled bag on the stand, “More?” “Well, we want to make sure that you are completely cleaned out.”
As she got back on the bed, she noticed the colon tube and
held it up inquisitively, “OMG, what is this?” “Relax, honey. It is called a colon tube. It is going up into your colon to clean you all the way out. I use it a lot, after an initial enema to really feel clean.” “Will it hurt? Please, you wouldn’t hurt me?”
“No, my love. Relax, I will be gentle. If you like it so far, you will love this one – I promise!”
She smiled at me and gave me the tube. “You know I trust you!” Turing around on her left side again and presenting her lovely bunghole to me, she cooed “It’s all yours … But please be gentle with it.” I kissed her ass, “Don’t worry, baby. I will be.” I gently started to lube her again and she started moaning as soon as my finger penetrated her rosebud.
I withdrew my finger to lube the colon tube liberally with lube. “Please try to relax. This may feel a little wired at first.” I started inserting the tip of the colon tube slowly, twisting it going forward. She answered with moaning. “Honey, are you
ready?” “Yes, please. I am getting horny again. This is truly wired.” So I started the flow and slowly twisting the tube forward. She started groaning and her hands went down on her pussy. Finally, the tube was all the way in and I increased the flow. Again, her pussy started gushing again. I leaned over and started kissing her inner tights, inching closer and closer to her clit. “Oooh, ooh God, what are you doing to me? You are driving me crazy.” Instinctively, I stopped what I was doing. “No. Please don’t stop. Go on! Yes, YES”
I started slitting my tongue around her well shaven pussy and finally started sucking on her clit. “OOOH, Yes. YES.” Her hands pushed my head further into her twat and her strong thighs squeezing me that she almost choked me. But then I could feel her spasm and she came a second time. In the meantime
the bag went flat, I shut the clamp and slowly removed the tube. “Oooh God, what ARE you doing to me? This is insane, but … I love it. You were right.” She smiled at me and got up from the bed to relief herself.
While she got rid of the second load, I started to clean the
bag again, filled it with a baking soda solution, and attached a double balloon nozzle to it. “God, I never thought that
I could enjoy this so much,” Andrea was calling
when she came back from the bathroom, but then she saw the bulging bag and exclaimed, “You got to be k**ding.
Another one?” “Well, this one is a rinse to get rid of all the soap in your colon. Otherwise, it might be to irritating.” When she saw the nozzle, she anxiously replied, ”What is that? It looks scary.” I explained that the balloons would help her to retain the enema more easily giving her more time to focus on enjoying the effects of the enema. I lubed the balloons and her bunghole and slowly twisting the nozzle into her neither region. She instantly started to moan, “Ooh, what is this? What are you doing to me? You make me go insane.” I soothingly told her to relax and go with the flow (no pun intended). I inflated the balloons one by one, first the inner one , then the outer one giving her an incredible never experienced sensation in her anal region. Her pussy instantly overflew and her strong scent was in the air driving me crazy. I started the slow without warning and moved forward to her slit to caress her mound with my hungry lips. Immediately, she started to squirm and moan, while I couldn’t help to eat her yummy pussy.
All of the sudden, she turned me on my back and yanked of my
pants to get to my stiff hotrod. She straddled my while keeping the nozzle in and the solution flowing. “I need your
cock in me NOW!”, she demanded and abruptly impaled herself on my rock hard organ. “Ooh, don’t you dare come before me!” she whispered in my ear while she was riding me hard and furious. I bit my lips and was praying that I would be able to retain my load for her to truly enjoy the double stuffing. Her hot, wet lips were sucking on my penis as he had never experienced before. While the bag announced with a gurgle that the 3 quarts had found their way into her guts, I felt her twat tightening up announcing the upcoming release of another incredible orgasm. The well trained muscles of her vagina were pushing me to my most incredible orgasm filling her other hole with liquid love. Finally, we both came back to earth exhausted from our joined trip to another dimension. “Sorry, I got to run,” she
joked and took off for the bathroom bag in her hand.
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