Adult Stories

Making Love

By Don Winslow


Part 1

Carefully balancing the brimming cup of mocha, Sheila maneuvered her way through the clutter of small round tables to find a place next to the windows. From her vantage point, she could observe the blank facade of the non-descript apartment building on the other side of 6th Avenue. The row of shops along the street floor were starting to open for the new day. The sun was laying down a precise band of morning light, illuminating the top three tiers of windows, glinting off their shiny rectangles. The remaining rows were still in shadow, their windows untouched, opaque, and anonymous.

Sheila studied the square matrix of windows, knowing that somewhere up there was a woman who called herself “Nadine.” Was it her real name? Was the woman, even now, standing behind one of those windows, inching back a drape just a crack to look down on the awninged canopy over the front door, watching for Shelia’s arrival?

Shelia was keyed up; had been all week. This morning she skipped breakfast; not hungry, far too nervous to eat. A wave of fluttery anxiety had settled in her stomach. It would take all her courage to go through with this, and she still wasn’t sure she could do it. She shifted in her seat, crossed and uncrossed her slim, stockinged legs, tugged the narrow skirt down to the top of her knees. She cupped the mocha in both hands, reassured by its warmth.

Of course, she was early. She knew that. Shelia drew the cup closer; eased back a gabardine sleeve to check her watch. Looked up once again at the even rows of windows. Twenty minutes early. She adjusted the sleeve back into place, covering the oversized face of her watch. It wouldn’t do – for her to show up early. She knew instinctively that Nadine would expect her to be on time; right on time. Not early; not late. Nadine had made clear to her that she had her standards, her rules. She would expect compliance with those rules. A quiver went through Shelia. She noticed her hands were shaking a little as she lifted the cup, and took a sip of the bubbly milk.

Now, as she sat at the marble-topped table staring up at the even rows of windows, she thought about her life, and the hopelessness of it all. She didn’t think Robin’s going would affect her like this. They both had agreed it was for the best. Their relationship had died some time ago; the spark of life gone out of it. Still, she felt adrift without Robin. And Robin’s not being there, made the apartment seem so empty.

It was ok at first, but gradually the loneliness had set in. And now she was so lonely…so terribly, terribly lonely.

The days weren’t too bad. She’d spend those buried in work, but the nights were something else. Those were spent restlessly roaming the internet in her darkened apartment, her intense blond features bathed in the light of her computer screen. Like a hyperactive moth flitting among a thousand points of light, searching, driven by her desperation and, to her surprise, an unbelievable sense of randiness that seemed to seize her each time she slid into the seductive promise of cyberspace.

It had been Nadine’s stories that drew her in, tales of love between women, if “love” was the right word for it. They told of power, of sexual domination and sweet and total submission, of captive lovers -- obsessed and helpless, caught in a web.

That same wave of randiness swept over her now at the thought of Nadine’s website – sitting out there, like a spider’s web with its imperial webmistress, a self-contained, patient woman, perfectly prepared to wait to see who might show up.

She let her mind drift to its image of Nadine: an older woman, with a stern face; tightly-drawn lips set in grim determination. Under the table, the blond girl’s restless legs shifted uneasily, closed; her thighs clenched, and she straightened up with a wiggle as the knot of lust tightened in her belly.

Her mental picture of the remote woman was always the same, but it was one constructed entirely from the reflected glory of those wonderful, highly arousing stories: Nadine’s stories of lesbian infatuation that left her shaken, breathless and sweating. Those stories, and the curt, tight-lipped e-mail messages were all she had to go on. The woman gave her nothing more. What if Nadine turned out to be some dumpy, saggy, middle-aged, frump? Or worse, what if she were one of those muscle-bound, tattooed dykes, a body-pierced sadistic menace with lip-rings and spiked hair. She shuddered. What had she gotten herself into? A wave of desperation swept over her. This was dangerous! Shelia shook off the scary thoughts.

No, the stories were too elegantly drawn to have been written by a thug! Still, what did she really know about Nadine? Next to nothing, while Nadine knew all about her; demanded details; insisted she reveal herself, bit by bit. And later, when she graduated into the chatroom and finally into their own private corner of the chatroom, Nadine had asked for, pestered, insisted on -- a photo. Shelia dutifully scanned an old picture she had of herself, one of the few where Robin wasn’t in the picture, and she sent that one along. A tentative offering sent with butterflies in her stomach.

The picture was taken years ago, by her roommate in college. In those days, her silvery blond hair was much longer, and she wore it tied back in a perky pony tail. She had on a pair of tight-fitting jeans; her favorite blazer over a thin tank-top. Casual, yet kind of preppy, she thought. It was taken from the balcony as she stood in the yard behind her dorm, and she was squinting up at the camera from under her bangs with a tentative smile on her lips. Shelia wasn’t happy with the picture, but it was the best she had.

Now she turned and caught a glimpse of her reflected face in the mirrored pillars of the coffee shop. The face was older than the face in that picture, the eyes sadder, the lines more pronounced. She seemed pale and drawn; wished she had used a little more makeup today. What she saw was a gray-suited blond woman, not exactly young but reasonably good looking, she thought, with soft brown eyes, a delicate nose and chin, wide full mouth. Still attractive, but no longer the college girl. Today, she wore her hair up, fine, sleek hair pulled back from her face and gathered in a very short pony that looped softly above the nape of her neck. Nadine told her to do that, to wear it pulled it back like that -- like it was in that picture, from so many years ago.


Part 2

Although there was a camera trained on the entrance to the apartment, Shelia wondered if it was really working. She knew that sometimes dummy cameras were installed in apartment buildings. They were cheaper. Still, if this one was active, the observer would have seen, striding hurriedly up to the glass doors, an attractive blond woman, who now stopped on the top step to study the double panel of doorbells. The woman was in her thirties or maybe early forties; sharply dressed in a mauve blouse under a trim gray suit well tailored to her slender figure. She might have been some businesswoman, a saleswoman perhaps, scurrying off to some meeting with client. The woman was clearly nervous, biting a curled lower lip, looking around with the furtive glances of a thief about to case a job. She brushed back a sleeve to consult her watch one last time. Then, with wiggle of her shoulders she came to attention, squared her narrow shoulders, smoothened her bangs, took a deep breath, and quite deliberately pressed the button beside number 820. She noticed that, unlike the others, there was no name in the rectangular slot beside 820.

Shelia was mildly disappointed that her ring did not immediately summon Nadine’s disembodied voice. Instead, there were a few seconds delay, long seconds while she stood there all a-tingle, her palms sweating. She straightened upright, tightened her grip on the purse she wore slung over her left shoulder; waited tensely for some sort of response; her rising excitement a palpable thing. The angry buzz, when it finally came, caused the girl to jump. She recovered quickly, and made a grab for the handle of the big glass door just as the buzz faded away.

It was a short walk down the deserted lobby; high heels clicking, echoing on the hard tiled floor. She paused as she stood facing the bank of elevators, as if once more wavering, uncertain. This was it! She could still turn and run, beat a hasty retreat out through those glass doors, fly down the concrete steps to the street below, back to the safety and freedom of the real world. It was her last chance.

With an effort, she stifled the sudden wave of panic, and extended a slender, neatly manicured finger to touch the small orange disk that was the elevator’s call button.

The elevator was dreadfully slow, lurching from floor to floor with a muffled groan. Shelia was grateful that she was, and remained, the sole occupant all the way to the 8th floor.

She moved slowly down the silent, carpeted hallway, as though she were some condemned prisoner about to meet her fate. Summoning up all her courage, the slim, well-dressed blonde continued along the rows of identical doors till she came to number 820. There she took a breath and lightly tapped the little knocker on the metal faceplate.

The door opened. The woman who stood there was tall, taller than Shelia in her heels; a lanky woman, in her fifties, and dressed all in black, her long lean figure glamorous in the high-collared tunic and flared slacks of a silk shantung pants-suit. A splay of coarse dark hair fell down past her angular shoulders, frizzy, witchy hair -- defiantly untamed. But the most remarkable feature of the women who stood regarding her in the doorway was her eyes, large dark eyes with drooping, cynical lids, heavily lined; eyes that remained absolutely expressionless.

Taken aback, Shelia stood transfixed under that unwavering gaze. A flush of awkwardness swept over her, suddenly reducing her to a schoolgirl, squirming under the accusatory eyes of an adult. The woman didn’t move. Shelia tried a smile, fumbling for words, looking down to avoid those terrible eyes.

“Hello, I’m….”

“Come in. I know who you are.”

Of course she knew! Shelia flushed with ridiculous embarrassment. She felt like such a fool! The door opened wide; the woman in black stood back to allow her guest to enter.

The apartment Shelia stepped into was cool and spacious, done in white and muted off-white, walls adorned with photographs in black and white, the furniture starkly modern in black vinyl and gleaming chrome. The large windows on the far side of the room must have overlooked 6th avenue; but now the creamy drapes were drawn, cutting off the outside light. Instead, the room was lit by strategically placed torchieres, augmented with indirect light flooding up from behind a row of bookcases.

The rooms were minimally, but tastefully decorated, with the occasional potted plant lending a spray of green. The only other color in Nadine’s monochromatic world was a brilliant Persian rug overlaid on the pearl gray wall-to-wall carpet. The thought went through Shelia’s mind: A rug that size must cost a fortune!

Shelia stopped after only a few steps into the room, hesitating while the taller woman slid behind her. She heard the door lock with a definite click; the rattle of the security chain being re-attached.

Shelia was about to compliment her hostess on the elegant decor, when suddenly, unexpectedly, Nadine stepped up close behind her, bringing their bodies into light contact, causing her to gasp.

“Ummm..pretty,” she heard the purr in her ear, sending a shiver through her rigidly-held body. Shelia felt the older woman’s touch on her hair; fingers toyed with the flip of the abbreviated pony-tail, and Shelia half turned in her growing unease. A wave of panic set in; she wanted to escape!

“I…”

“Stay! Stand still! Perfectly still,” the voice of command was slow, unemotional, and precise. And then, with lips just inches from her ear so she felt with hot breath, the simple words: “I want to look at you.”

Shelia did as she was told. She let a wave of passivity settle in on her. She stood inert, as if rooted to the floor. She might have been a mannequin; relieved of her purse, docilely surrendering it, letting her arms hang limply at her sides. Shelia was afraid to move. She maintained the pose as ordered, standing at loose attention, her eyes fixed on the closed drapes at the far side of the room, while Nadine stepped back to more fully appreciate her guest’s slim, gray-suited form.

Shelia could feel the other woman’s eyes scrutinizing her; knew she was being looked at from behind, and while her body was paralyzed, her mind was racing full tilt. How did she get herself into this?! It was all so silly! Yet it was real. The stark, white room was real; the exciting woman in the shiny black suit was real. A quiet thrill rippled through her.

She jerked upright and stifled a whimper when a finger touched her from behind, pressed lightly, under the collar of her suit, just at the base of her neck. She felt that finger being slowly drawn the center of her back, following the gentle curve of her spine, into the shallow dip of her lowerback, then past the bottom of the jacket to continue without pause, right down the back of her narrow, silk-lined skirt. The exploring touch through her clothes became more intimate as the finger traced the pert curve of the girl’s skirted behind. She was given a light pat on the bottom.

“Nice…oh yes…very nice.” It was a low, dreamy murmur.

The words thrilled her. She didn’t dare move.

Now Nadine stepped around, slowly circling, to take in her guest from all angles, ending up in front.

The dark-haired woman stood with folded arms, facing the tense blond girl, her expression -- critical, that of someone considering a purchase, that she might well reject. Shelia waited, hardly daring to breathe, till she saw Nadine slowly nod, as if accepting the presented offering. But if the imperious woman was pleased with what she saw, she showed no sign of it. No glitter of appreciation brightened those hard obsidian eyes, no sign of pleasure softened the lines of that set, business-like face: tight-lipped, with pointed chin proudly raised. All of a sudden Shelia was struck by Nadine’s singular beauty: the face was plain, pale, and tightly drawn, the hair, thick and frazzled, the eyes, devastating in their power, and then there was that unassuming air of icy elegance -- that took her breath away!

Shelia, her head held high, gazed back at her new-found beauty of her observer, fascinated, enthralled by that coldly remote stare. She didn’t move a muscle, but her big brown eyes widened in alarm when Nadine suddenly took a step forward to bring herself up to within inches of Shelia’s rigid body.

Looking into Shelia’s widening eyes, she lifted a hand and this time drew that single taloned finger down the side of face.

“Oh..yes, you’re a pretty one alright,” Nadine mused. “Pretty-Pretty,” she enunciated precisely, as if trying out the words, gazing all the while into big brown eyes that were tinged with apprehension. And Pretty-Pretty wants to play. Don’t you Pretty-Pretty?”

“Uuuhh, Nadine,” Shelia faltered, her eyes fluttered, she bit her lower lip, then continued, “I think that I probably….”

“Sssh,” the finger on Shelia’s cheek slid over to press lightly across her questioning lips.

“I don’t believe I gave you permission to call me that, now did I?” It was the voice of sweet reason. “I think it’s best if you address me as…’Madam’. Yes, I think that would work quite well, don’t you? You will call me ‘Madam,’ and I will call you… ‘Pretty-Pretty.’ Now wouldn’t that be nice?”

The finger insinuated itself between Shelia’s lips, probing gently against small white teeth, and when it found resistance to entry, it contented itself with exploring the inside of Shelia’s lower lip, running over the gums, pressing back the fleshy lip to fully expose the tightly clenched teeth through which Shelia sucked in a shivering gasp of air.

“Open,” Nadine coaxed in a honeyed tone, gently pressing on the set of clenched teeth. “Oooo-pen,” the order was repeated, harder this time, drawn out, and laced with a threat, like a parent warning a child.

Shelia let her jaw drop; the insistent finger slipped in over the ridge of teeth to explore the inside of her mouth while she stood there, helpless, with arms at her sides.

“Suck.”

The blonde hesitated. The narrowing of Nadine’s eyes was enough to get Shelia to promptly begin to suckle on the intruding digit. After few seconds, with the two women looking into each other’s eyes while Shelia dutifully sucked the finger that was sawing in and out between her teeth, Nadine withdrew.

“I’ll expect you to obey more quickly the next time,” she said dryly, turning away to leave her distraught guest standing there with eyes closed, shoulders heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, like someone who just had a very narrow escape.


Part 3

Shelia, still reeling from her first encounter with “Madam” Nadine, now found herself alone. Still warm and flushed, she sat tensely on the edge of a low leather-covered bench, cradling herself in her arms, rocking forward, as her breathing returned to normal. When she straightened up, and passed a hand over her brow, she found that she was actually sweating! She got to her feet, took a deep breath, peeled off her jacket, and laid it over a chair. In her sleeveless blouse, she had chosen her favorite – a soft pink mauve with a ruffled front, Shelia nervously paced the apartment. She considered for a moment the locked door, then turned away, drifted, and finally gravitated to the edge of the window, to pull back a drape and peer down into the street below. She felt a slight twinge of vertigo. The “real” world, she thought with a cynical smile.

“I’m going to change into something more…’appropriate’,’’ Nadine had informed her, on her way out of the room. “You stay here. Get undressed,” she said as she strolled away.

“What…here? Now?” Shelia cried to the retreating black figure.

“Yes, here …and right now! And be quick about it!” Nadine snapped, looking over her shoulder. “And when I come back, I want you buck-naked. You can use that closet for your things,” she added, pointing to a walk-in closet just off the foyer as she sauntered off; a gesture of thoughtfulness which surprised Shelia.

Now she left her station by the window, and went back to stand beside the bench. As in a daze, the girl began stripping, unbuttoning her blouse with hands that moved mechanically, pulling it back off her shoulders to reveal a cream-colored brassiere loosely cradling her shallow breasts.

Shelia had given a lot of thought to her underwear, unsure of just what might happen on her first visit to Nadine. Maybe they’d just have tea, talk, kind of get acquainted. Still, it was possible that Nadine might want to make love to her. She knew that at least a chance of sex was in the air, and if she had to undress, she wanted to be ready.

The bra was composed of flimsy silk straps edged in lace; the cups had bottom halves of a silky satin that curved up to modestly cover the nipples, while the top half of each cup was made of a lace mesh, thickly embroidered with scalloped edges. Pretty underwear, yet not the sort of outrageous things that Robin pressed her to wear. Robin dressed her in the most frilly, feminine things. It especially turned her on to see her blond girlfriend parading around in thongs, lacy garter belts, and thigh-high stockings. She still had those sexy underthings, somewhere in the back of her drawers -- where they had been hidden since Robin walked out.

She thought of Robin now, and she reached back to undo the catch of her skirt, and lower the little zipper. What would Robin make of Nadine? She grinned knowingly, thinking of the two of them eyeing each other up. You could sell tickets to that cat fight! Gathering up two handfuls of her skirt, she worked it down over her hips with a girlish wiggle. Now the girl was reduced to her heels, bra and pantyhose.

Back on the bench she slipped off her pumps, hooked her thumbs into the pantyhose and rode the clingy nylon down her hips, baring her pantied loins in one swift motion. Having relieved herself of pantyhose, Shelia stood up, collected her things, and padded off to the hall closet, savoring the deep pile of the luxurious carpet yielding softly under her bare feet.

She spent some time there, carefully hanging jacket and blouse, folding skirt and pantyhose and laying them on the shelves. The bare, cedar-lined closet was illuminated by muted light, and the open door revealed a full-length mirror in which she caught a glance of herself as she bent down to neatly set her pumps inside. It suddenly occurred to her: here she was traipsing around some stranger’s apartment in nothing but her underwear! A sexy wave of naughtiness shimmered through her. She smiled into the mirror, straightened up, stepped back to take herself in from head to toe.

For a moment she stood there, studying the thin, lightly-tanned blonde in the cream-colored underwear. The skimpy bra she wore was more for decoration that support. Her panties were sexy, low slung, high arching sides had reduced them to a narrow band that rode just below the ridge of her compact hips. The silken underpants were opaque, yet thin enough so you could see the shadow of a matted bush of pubic hair through the curving fabric of the reinforced gusset pulled taut between her bare legs.

She regarded her body dispassionately. The slim, softly curved shoulders, arms that were straight and slender, a slightly tapering torso, almost hipless, like a boy’s. She was pleased. Not a spare ounce of fat from bra to panties, although there was just the slightest curve to her once perfectly-flat belly, a mere contour that flowed down into the more pronounced curve of her softly-mounded pubis. Her thighs were lean and firm-muscled, smooth legs tapering in slim feminine contours to long and narrow feet.

As she stood looking into the eyes of the girl in the mirror, she leaned forward and reached up behind to unhook her bra. The loosened cups fell away to free a pair of petite breasts: small, tautly mounded disks, they might have been the tight, maidenly breasts of a young girl. “Darling little boobs,” Robin had crooned, filling Shelia with a flood of unexpected pride. Like many small-breasted women Shelia fretted about the skimpy endowment nature had bequeathed to her. In time she had resigned herself that her adolescent tits were to be a life-long feature. But it was only when Robin had shown such genuine appreciation of what she had to offer in the bosom department, that Shelia began to look upon her modest beasts in a new light. A hand came up to give herself an idle caress, splayed fingers scissoring the rubbery nipple.

Now she gave the blond girl in the mirror an encouraging smile and leaned over to run her panties down, slipping out of them, adding them to the growing pile of clothing accumulating on the third shelf.

Standing naked before the mirror, Shelia felt she could be proud of her slender body; lean, well-toned and fit. She smiled, examined her lipstick, her teeth, her hair, her pussy. She was all a-tingle. She felt free, marvelously free, deliciously, wickedly free. But walking around in the nude in Nadine’s apartment, padding back across the carpet to the windows, the mild euphoria gave way to the scary sense of anxiety. What had she gotten herself into?!


****

The slight figure of the nude girl was exactly centered on the large black sofa. Her bare bottom was perched on the front edge of the seat, and she was leaning forward, legs modestly crossed, braced by rigid arms held on either side, extended hands clutching the thick seat pillow. The sense of dread was increasing by the minute as she sat tensely waiting, swallowing down the successive waves of panic, tingling with anticipation. She wondered about the time, and looked to her wrist to find she was still wearing her watch! Nadine has insisted she be completely naked. Did the watch count? She unbuckled the band, and laid it aside. Almost 20 minutes had passed since Nadine had gone off to change; the wait seemed interminable.

Shelia sat hunched over with huddled shoulders, feeling cool and slightly moist in that quiet, perfectly still room. She had the wildly irrational thought that she had been abandoned! Left naked sitting on this couch as some sort of joke! Nadine had walked out on her! What if they were taking her picture? She looked around to find evidence of a hidden camera. Abruptly those crazy thoughts were shaken from her head.

“Well, look what we have here!” A voice behind her crowed.

Startled, Shelia turned to look over her shoulder at Nadine standing in the doorway, resplendent in a wicked black leather outfit! There was a new look in those gleaming dark eyes, a look of cold amusement that made Shelia shiver as she stared in awe, taking in the provocative sight: a trim jacket, sleeveless, and tightly fitted to that long narrow torso. The jacket had an oversized collar, turned up in back, and a thick prominent zipper that ran all the way down the front. The O-ring on the tab was pulled halfway down, giving a seductive view of two taut, low slung breasts -- hard white bulges snugly nestled in the silk lining of the tight leather jacket. The mid-length jacket flared at the bottom, layering Nadine’s long hips, mostly covering the thong panties she had on underneath. Several inches of smooth thigh-flesh peeked out beneath the high-arching panties and the tops of a pair of gleaming leather boots that came halfway up sleek white thighs. It was a devastating, provocative outfit; the awesome sight of the imperious dom in her matte black playsuit, took Shelia’s breath away!

Shelia sat paralyzed watching the narrow figure of the woman in black as she strolled over to a small antique writing desk, and extracted from its center drawer, a ruler -- a thin wooden, metal-edged ruler, oversized at 15 inches long.

Shelia, still speechless, watched with wide-eyed fascination, as Nadine came to her with ruler in hand. The lean dominatrix folded her arms under her breasts, looked down on the huddled blonde, and let a knowing sneer curl the edge of her lips.

Without a word, Nadine placed the end of the ruler against Shelia’s nubile chest, indenting the soft tittie-flesh, scratching thoughtfully at the girl’s left nipple. Shelia looked down to watch the ruler as it worried that rubbery nubbin, teasing that sensate tip, flicking it, pressing the hardened nub it into the surrounding ring of the soft, crinkly auerola.

“Oh, yes. These will do nicely.”

“And what are you hiding down here, Pretty-Pretty?” Nadine used the ruler to trace a line down the nude girl’s belly, nosing into the ridge of dusky brown pubic hair half hidden by the crossed legs. “Come now, let’s have a look. Open up,” she coaxed, lightly tapping Shelia’s knee with the ruler. “Further than that!” Nadine’s voice had taken on a hard edge. It was the crisp, no-nonsense voice of cold authority.

Looking up at the exotically-clad figure who loomed over her, Shelia straightened up with an shivering wiggle. Obediently, she uncrossed her bare legs and slowly let her knees fall apart to show herself – displaying her feminine core, her sex, her cunt, her pussy, falling into the slovenly pose of a wanton slut -- letting the other woman look, while all the while she watched Nadine’s hard-set face.

Nadine brought the ruler back into play, this time using it to rub up and down Shelia’s exposed lightly-furred vulva.

“Back!” Nadine nudged her with the ruler, and Shelia eased backward onto her elbows, raising her pubic mound.

The thin slat pressed into its way between the slight bulge of the outerlips, probing gently inward. Shelia winced, looked down at the wooden lath, an inch of which was now inserted in her vagina.

“No! Look at me!” Nadine hissed. “Keep your eyes on mine! Anytime I decide to play with you, I want you looking into my eyes. Do you understand that Pretty-Pretty?!”

“Yes, Madam,” Shelia managed in a dry-mouthed whisper. She licked her lips nervously.

“Good!”

The insidious ruler pushed back the fleshy petals to venture even more deeply into the slippery folds of the pinkish labia. Shelia’s softly submissive eyes glazed over as she looked up through long lashes to encounter those terrible gleaming black coals. And she was held there, mesmerized by that hard stare as her sex was stimulated by what started out as an annoying probing, but soon had her squirming in her seat. Those coldly resolute eyes kept her pinned in place, like a mounted butterfly, helpless, while she felt

herself getting hot, and knew she getting wet between the legs.

Her eyes scrunched tight and her brow crinkled in a sharp wince at the sudden stab of the ruler into her vulnerable cunt.

“Such a darling little pussy,” Nadine sighed, pumping her wrist to diddle her guest just a bit before withdrawing the teasing ruler from its wicked pursuits.

She abruptly turned away to bring a low round-backed chair into place, sliding it across the rug to a position directly across from the girl who was now sprawled back on her elbows, legs loosely parted and dangling down the front of the couch. Only the low padded bench separated them. Nadine sat down and eased back in the enfolding chair, crossing her booted legs at the ankles.

An amused smile found its way to her lips, although her eyes remained coldly detached. The pensive dominatrix sat regarding her newly acquired pet for just a moment, lips pursed as if considering her next move. The she seemed to make up her mind.

“I think I want you back further on the couch, Pretty. Yes, that will do nicely. Now, legs up! Heels on the cushion!” The orders were given in that no-nonsense manner that came so easily to the haughty woman.

Shelia scooted her bare bottom backwards, raised her feet, drew back her folded legs in what she knew was an incredibly lewd, erotic pose.

“Yes, that’s better. Now spread your knees; show Madam that pretty little pussy of yours. Go on! Spread ‘em!”

The gap between the vee of those steepled legs obediently widened.

“Now, play with yourself, Pretty-Pretty. Show Madam how you do it.”

Shelia sat stunned. Yet her hand moved of its own accord, sliding down to her splayed crotch, there to cup herself protectively. All the while she was watching her mistress watching her every movement. She used the heel of her hand to palm her pubic mound, curling her fingers up to tighten her grip on the soft folds of her hot, moist pussy. Her eyes fluttered down with the first creamy rise of pleasure.

“No! Open them,” ordered a crisp voice. “Keep your eyes open. Look at me!”

With eyes wide open the helpless girl found herself looking deep into the commanding woman’s fathomless eyes as she pleasured herself, moving her hand in a slow, deep, circular massage that soon had her hips responding instinctively in lustful squirming.

Nadine saw her use the extended middle finger to press between the labia, seeking her love button, her clitoris, to lightly rub the tip of her finger just over the right spot. The blonde whimpered with a wiggle of delight.

“Ooooh, yes, Pretty-Pretty, that’s very nice,” the enraptured woman purred. Her own hand had slipped into the front of her leather jacket; she was feeling herself up. “Yes, use your fingers. Go on, fuck yourself.”

It took all of Shelia’s effort to keep her eyes open. She was breathing heavily now, hot and squirming on the couch as the fluttering finger gave up her clit to slide lower down the slick folds and enter her well-oiled vagina. The middle finger hooked up to plunge into her core and she tossed back her head and groaned. Nadine watched the girl caught up in the heat of passion, saw the flushed face, the widened eyes as they glazed over when the finger began pistoning in and out more rapidly.

A low earthy groan came from the passion soaked girl as her jiggling wrist became a frantic blur.

“Yesssss…do it…FUCK YOURSELF!” It was a low, desperate hiss.

And Shelia did it. She finger-fucked herself to an earth-shattering orgasm for the pleasure of the woman who would dominate her, and make her her own.


*****

Nadine leaned back cradling her head on a padded chair’s low curved back. Her lanky booted legs extended before her, sprawled negligently apart with heels resting on a cushioned ottoman. Her right hand, jammed down the front of her panties, moved languidly as she slowly fondled herself. Through half-lidded eyes she followed the progress of her high-heeled guest who was parading back and forth in front of her audience of one, wearing only her shoes, and the jacket of her business suit over her naked body.

It amused Madam to have her new toy so fetchingly, shamelessly displayed, to have her sashaying bare-assed like a fashion model on the runway -- a role the nervous girl found surprising easy to slip into, once she got over her initial embarrassment, and realized the powerful effect she was having on the older woman. She held her head high and feeling delightfully sexy, she pranced, swinging her hips, inanely pleased that her insatiable mistress couldn’t take her eyes off her.

Nadine let herself smile; the self-satisfied smile of the contented cat contemplating the canary. It was all working out so very well. Most satisfying. Very soon now she would have her new toy kneeling before her. She felt the familiar elation of triumph at the happy thought. A powerful, heady elixir: to have the submissive blonde on her knees. The girl would look sweet; very sweet indeed, kneeling upright before her, wearing nothing but that open jacket, eagerly pleasuring her mistress with lips and mouth and tongue. The hand between her legs urgently squeezed her sex, as the wicked thought send an electric thrill powering up from her churning groin.

The End

[oregonswinger]

This all started about 3 years ago. I was 17 and my cousin Kierstin had just turned 16. She was at my house and my parents had gone out to celebrate an anniversary. I mean, being normal parents they thought nothing of leaving a boy and his girl cousin home alone. They wouldn't be back until about 8 at night the next night.

I was in my room and my cousin was on my computer, writing a story or something. And she did something she hadn't done around me since we were little. She leaned to the side, looked at me and smiled, then she let a monster fart go. And for some strange reason, I became as hard as a rock! I now loved it whenever my cousin farted.

As I was sitting there, I started thinking of ways to make her do it again, and again, and again. Then after about 10 minutes of fantasy thought, I remembered she was lactose intolerant. So I went downstairs and brought her some milk and said it was lactose free. I really had lactose-free milk just in case she asked or checked. But hers was regular 100% milk full of lactose.

About 20 minutes later she said to me "Guess what?"

I said "What?"

She smiled, stood up, and cut a window-shaking fart! Now, my cousin is petite with a big juicy ass, and another turn on is, last summer she was talking about her having small boobs. Well, there's my other turn on. Over the summer her boobs skyrocketed from about A something to C something.

Anyway, now she looked at me and said she didn't feel well, so I suggested she get in bed. She went and laid down face up. Now with her butt on the bed she let a monster fart go, and screamed as if to be in agony as she did. I was in hard-on heaven. So after about a half-hour still farting like crazy, she said "Are you sure about that milk?"

I gave her some crappy story, about me mixing up the milks. And she forgave me. She said, "Besides, you're the one suffering, having to smell my fumes." But I was in heaven.

So, as she was lying on the bed, I scooted up next to her and stroked her stomach. She asked, "What are you doing?"

I said, "Calming you down." And just like that I kissed her.

She said, "Are you crazy?"

I said, "No, just horny."

And then I saw a side of my little cousin I never seen before. A SLUT! She kissed back and groped. And all. And she said, "That milk was no accident. I can tell -- you actually like it when I fart, don't you?"

Then all the confessions came out. After we got naked she said, "Let me try something." She spread her ass cheeks and sat on my cock. So my cock was vertically running up her ass fault, if you get what I'm saying. And she began a series of low murmuring, vibrating farts. And surprisingly enough it was orgasmicly stimulating. Like having a vibrator on my cock. And I couldn't take it any more. I bent her over and slipped my cock in her ass. And at the exact moment her velvet walls snapped around my cock head.

She did something that brings me many masturbation sessions until this day. She said "My stomach hurts."

And I said, "What kind of hurt?"

She said, "This kind," and stuck her ass way up in the air, and farted a 20-second fart where I could feel the air on my face. Reeked of eggs, was as loud as a ship horn, and vibrated like an earthquake. When it paused, she inhaled and asked, "Do you want me?"

I immediately replied "Yes!" And with one deep breath she farted a sound barrier breaking fart, and shot out of her ass 4 to 6 logs of pure shit. And she continued to shit logs, sheets, and chunks of diarrhea everywhere until her actions drove us both crazy and she pooped one last turd and let one last mighty fart, and we both came, and came, and came. That was the first of many experiences with my cousin that still to this day continue. Whenever she visits my apartment, she stocks up on lactose products, and can sometimes make me blow my load without her or me ever touching my cock.

She could feel his warm breath on her neck, which sent shivers down her spine. Jim wrapped his arms around from behind her holding her close. He placed soft, gentle kisses up and down her smooth supple neck. Kim moaned, her nipples stirring with excitement. His hands caressed her body, slowly running up from her thighs, to her sides and then up to her full, firm breasts. He cupped them, gently squeezing her tits, as his fingers found her nipples and stimulated them, exciting her further. She could feel the shaft of his hard cock pressing up against her ass. She humped her ass back at him, his cock sliding between the cheeks of her butt. Jim slid his right hand down across her stomach, continuing down until he cupped her mound. Kim felt her knees weaken and she moaned in pleasure. Jim began to stroke her slit and soon his fingers were coated with her juices. He used two fingers to gently circle her clit, causing Kim to gasp in pleasure. She felt him begin a trail of kisses that started at her neck and led slowly, teasingly down her back, finally to end at her ass. Jim kissed and caressed her ass, enjoying the feel of her smooth firm flesh. He slowly kissed down the split of her ass and then to her inner thigh avoiding her pussy. Kim groaned with desire and bent forward to give him better access.

"Oh, pleeease...." moaned Kim.

Jim began to lick up and down her slit. His tongue found her sweet pussy hole and he began to move his tongue in and out of her dripping hole. Her taste excited him, causing him to lick her faster. He moved up to her clit and swirled his tongue around it. Kim moaned, her knuckles were white, from the intensity of the grip she had on the chair, she was using for support. Her creamy juices were freely flowing out of her now coating his face. Jim spread the cheeks of her ass and gazed at her tight pink asshole. He put his face right in her ass and pressed his lips to her tight puckered hole. Then he began to tongue all around her asshole getting it good and slippery. Kim spasmed in pleasure as she felt him eat her ass. She thrust her ass back trying to get more of his tongue up her ass. Jim used one hand to finger her clit, while the other worked two fingers in and out of her creamy cunt. Then he stuck his tongue up inside her ass moving it in and out, fucking her asshole with his tongue. Kim felt the pleasure build and build, until it exploded in a rush, and she shuddered through an intense orgasm. She felt her knees give and she sagged down. Jim held her close in his arms until she recovered and then laid her on her back. He moved up and placed a knee on either side of her head. His beautiful, hard, throbbing cock pulsed in her face. Kim opened her mouth and he guided his cock in. She closed her mouth around it savoring the taste. He began to thrust in and out of her mouth as she sucked him. She gently caressed his full balls with her hand. Jim withdrew his wet shiny cock from her mouth and slid it across her lips and tongue.

"Come on, baby, you know what I want!" moaned Kim. She moved her index finger back until she found his hot, tight, puckered hole and began to circle it. Jim moaned in pleasure.

"I want to hear you say it" demanded Jim.

"Please baby, I need your hot shit. I want you to shit all over me. I need your shit so bad," begged Kim.

Jim turned around, still squatting, until his back was to her, his ass over her breasts. She had a clear view of his tight pink asshole. She could his asshole push out and then slowly open as a large turd started to work its way out. His hole opened wider, and a huge, thick, brown, turd slid slowly out. It made its way down to her chest and fell between her tits. It was quite thick and very firm and was at least 10 inches long. Kim watched fascinated, as he moved down her body, and shit another large turd, this one landing on her stomach. This turd was a light brown and softer. Another smaller turd slid out of his asshole to join the one on her stomach. The smell of his hot shit reached her nose and she inhaled deeply, the scent heightening her excitement. Kim reached down and placed her hands into the warm soft shit and began to smear it into her stomach and work her way up to her breasts. She worked the hot sticky mess into her tits and began playing with her nipples. She loved the feel of the soft creamy shit as she rubbed her fingers in it and massaged it into her body. Jim also began smearing the brown goo down to her pussy working around her lips and finally stroking her clit. Kim sighed with pleasure arching her hips. Jim spread her thighs open wide and positioned himself between them. He leaned down to her breast, and began to lick around her nipple, tasting his shit. Then he sucked the nipple into his mouth. Kim held her breast up to her mouth extending her tongue and helping him to lick the shit off her nipple. The taste and smell made her crazy with desire. Their tongues met and swirled together as they kissed savoring the taste of shit. As they kissed, Jim slowly thrust forward, filling her cunt with his cock. He pushed in and out with slow strong strokes. Her pussy gripped his cock coating it with her love sap as he fucked her shit smeared pussy. Jim reached down and took hold of the ten inch firm turd that still lay between her breasts. He held it teasingly above her mouth. Kim stuck her tongue out and began to lick the tip of it as if it were the head of his cock. Kim opened her mouth, and Jim slid the turd into it, moving it back and forth, fucking her mouth with the thick brown turd. Kim sucked on the huge shit savoring the taste. Her lips and mouth were soon coated with a brown film. Jim fucked faster and harder into her, as he moved the shit in and out of her mouth. She held her breasts and pinched her nipples as he fucked deep and hard into her tight pussy. Kim felt her cunt spasm, and waves of pleasure ran through her, as her body rocked with her orgasm.

Jim slid his stiff penis from her soaking vagina and then withdrew the turd from her mouth. Next he positioned himself so that he was kneeling over her face facing her feet. He leaned forward until his ass was in her face. She could see that his asshole was smeared with shit. He began to rub the large firm turd in his hand up and down her dripping slit. Kim moaned and arched her hips up. Jim pushed the turd deep into her hot, wet pussy and began thrusting it in and out. He moved closer to her pussy and began to lick her clit. Kim thrust her hips forward in time to meet the huge log fucking her pussy. Kim buried her face in his ass and began to lick his shithole. The taste of shit on her tongue sent her to new levels of excitement, and she drove her tongue up his shithole, wanting to taste more. She gripped his hard throbbing cock, and began to slide her hand up and down the shaft, jerking him off. Jim moaned, his breathing becoming quicker. He fucked her pussy deeper and faster with the hot stinking turd and sucked her clit into his mouth. Kim moved her tongue in and out of his asshole in time to thrusts of the turd fucking her cunt. Her hand was a blur as she stroked his pulsing cock. With a loud groan, Jim began to ejaculate, sending warm thick streams of creamy white cum all over her breasts. The feel of his cock cuming in her hand, and the warm cum on her breasts, sent Kim into an incredibly intense orgasm of her own. Her cunt muscles squeezed the log of shit, and her body spasmed in pleasure, and she moaned and panted loudly. She continued to jack him off until he was completely drained. She licked the head of his cock, catching the last drops of cum. Jim reached down and fondled her breasts working his cum into them. Kim sighed with pleasure, the tension leaving her body. She looked up at Jim.

"My turn, now..." smiled Kim.

I couldn't believe it was all in me. Not that he was gigantic or anything, it was just the idea of the fat cock being pushed all the way up there. My eyes were no longer tearing now, I just stayed in that one position, my ass stuck way up in the air, letting him have my ass, as I drooled onto the bed sheet.

It felt like I was emptying my bowels only they never emptied, it was like a perpetual shit!. My anal ring stretched painfully, expecting whatever was causing the discomfort to pass and allow it to close, but it wasn't allowed to close.

I looked back over my shoulder, Mark kneeling behind me, waiting, having stretched me mercilessly, he waited. He was hard as a rock, you know, the way they get when the mind fuck is as strong as the physical. He was totally taken with my submissiveness. Far more then he expected to be just hours before at the restaurant.

I was sitting at the bar, waiting for Kelly, a girl I work with, when I started a conversation. It was an easy give and take thing, no one coming on too strong or anything. When from out of nowhere my little nasty streak popped into my brain. My little cunt was drooling and I wasn't even aware of being horny yet!

I got up from the bar stool and started for the ladies room, stopped, walked back next to his stool and looked at him, locking eyes, testing, searching, wondering if something lewd could come of our meeting.

I stood up on my tip toes, putting my lips right next to his ear. "I'll be right back", I whispered with a grin, "I have to pee". I lingered on the last word, slowly changing the word to "pissss" as I whispered, keeping my mouth close to his ear.

His eyes opened with the pleasant surprise of unexpected flirtation. He turned bar stool, facing away from the bar and towards me, and I took the occasion to rub my cunt against his knee lightly, but persistently, grinning as I did. Then, turned and walked to the ladies room.

Closing the door, I was shaking a mile a minute. I felt so fuckin' hot! I closed the door and pulled up my skirt and slip, yanked down my panty hose and panties and sat down. Leaning forward, I saw just how slimy wet the crotch of my panties were, the dark oily film sitting on top of the fabric, inviting my finger to rub circles in it and bring it to my mouth. Mmmmmmm.

I pissed. Wet and loud, enjoying the sound of my flow hitting the water. Loving the hot dribbles on the lips of my little cunt. As the flow stopped, I pushed my hand down, rubbing my fingers in the residue, pleasantly surprised by the thick, almost rubbery build up of lube between my lips. I pushed three fingers in deeply, coating them bringing them back to my mouth, sniffing, kissing my fingers lengthwise, coating my lips with my own dewey lipstick. I rubbed my fingers all around the area of my lips. My smell was really strong, ripe, the way I like it. Like when you put your head under the covers after a good fuck.

I walked back to the bar, reaching up on tip toes to give Mark an unexpected peck. Then keeping my mouth close to his, waited until my aroma registered with him. Enjoying watching his eyes open.

Finally he pulled it out, followed by a long slimy river of hot smelly come that dribbled down the insides of my legs. "Turn around!" he ordered, half whispering. I turned, resting on my knees, feeling the hot wet leavings from my asshole on the back of my heels. The smell of my own rectum assailed me before I got a good look at his now half hard cock. He wanted me to suck it. I'm not sure if it was the act or the thought of it that really had him going, but he wanted it and was trying to guess how far I would let him go with the fantasy.

I locked my eyes on his, nodding my head yes, coaching him slightly, silently acquiescing to his nasty unspoken desires. Looking down at me, moving the very tip to my mouth, he stared, almost hypnotized as my little tongue came out between my lips to meet the nasty cock that had just come in my ass.

I rubbed my tongue against his slimy hole, tasty the tangy mixture of his come, and the slight metallic taste of my rectum. His meat throbbed slightly, staring down at me, he pulled his foreskin back, actually he didn't pull it back, he held it in place while pushing his groin at my face.

As his skin was pulled of the crown of that fat prick, my head snapped away as an instant reaction to the fresh strong aroma that was released by the newly uncovered area. Moving his cock to point downward slightly I saw that behind the crown of his thick cock was thick build up of my own brown excrement, thick and hard, like it had been packed on there in little clumps a little at a time.

As he saw this, it weakened his resolve, and he started to move away, embarrassed that it was there, embarrassed that I might not know that he didn't know it was there.

I moved very slowly and deliberately, keeping my face tilted up slightly, holding his eyes with my own, my little embarrassed grin on my lips, I first stopped him from moving any further by reaching my hands behind his legs and holding him there at arms length. Then grinning wickedly, I slowly pulled him ever so slightly so the spermy tip of his cock was once again against my lips.

He had pushed his foreskin up, covering up the repulsive surprise we had found there. I moved my hands form his legs to his hands, taking them and putting them by his sides. Holding his hands there with my own, as I took just the very tip of his cock into my mouth, moving my tongue in rapid circles and moaning slightly, keeping my eyes wide and on his.

He just stared. Fascinated and excited. Watching almost unbelieving as I sucked on his nasty flesh.

I pushed my head further, forcing my mouth open as wide as I could, then closing my lips on his foreskin, putting as much pressure on him as I could without biting. I took my hands from his and brought them both up to his cock, wrapping both small hands around him, keeping my eyes on his, as I slowly pulled his foreskin back, pushing my mouth forward at the same time, looking at him watching.

As the skin moved off, the smell was unbelievable. It was hard to breath, I wasn't sure if I could do it. I wanted to. Really wanted to. The thought of it, the thought of doing something so nasty, just drove me. It was like a high. I put one hand between my legs to rub my clit as I pushed my mouth as far forward as I could, getting an instant shock at the surface of my tongue met the uncovered coating of my own shit. I gagged automatically, and squeezed my hand tight, preventing Mark from pulling back, his natural reaction to seeing my mouth reacting to the filth he was putting in it.

"Mmmmmmmm" I moaned, looking up at him.

I started fuckin' him with my mouth, fingering my slit, bringing the wet lube back to my clit, rubbing it in little circles while my mouth and nose where just battered with the nasty flavors and smells. I couldn't quite bring myself to swallow the nasty broth the was building in my mouth, which had the effect of turning this into a very sloppy mess. Mark kept staring, mesmerized by the brown gooey mess that was forming around the has cock as I fucked my mouth back and forth.

Every so often, as he inhaled the smells coming up to his nose from my nasty ministrations, he would throb. The nasty covering was starting to thin out. I was jacking his foreskin back and forth, loving the set smacking sounds and the way the friction and movement made the smell stronger. I was really getting into it now. Sucking.... Hmmmmm Suck Suck Suck..... Ahhhhh... So fuckin' wet. So nasty..... I started sucking him while keeping my mouth open half the time, getting my hand and his balls and pubes really messy. Mmmmmm Suck... Suck Suck. I had no trouble swallowing now. I was doing it loudly and constantly. Suck.... Swallow. Ahhh. Jerking him back and forth. Sucking. Rocking my little cunt back and forth on four fingers now. Hmmmm. So fuckin' good. Mark was swelling slightly. Hard! Fuck...his cock was so hard. I squeezed him as hard as I could, my hand wet and slippery with my smelly spit. I pulled my head back just out of reach of the tip of his cock.... He never stopped staring. I loved him seeing my mouth, opened, coated with the nastiness of what I just did. Look at me I thought, as I jerked on that fat cock... Watch me. Smack! His first dollop of acrid sperm landed on my tongue like warm nasty pudding. Smack - Smack Smack! the other shots came in succession, ropy and slimy, some hanging out of my mouth, drooling down my chin.

"Fuck" he said.

I smiled, then made exaggerated motions with my tongue as I snaked it out as far as I could to lick all around my nasty lips. They really were soiled, as was my cheeks and chin. Just a brown tinge, overwhelming in odor. I couldn't stop inhaling deeply, savoring it.

I put my head forward, taking his now rubbery little stub back in my mouth, sucking the last of the cold sperm out of it. Holding his balls, massaging them between my finger tips and my thumb.

"Your not going to piss on me are you?" I asked up at him, mockingly, in my little sub voice, still licking at him. "Please don't piss on me Mark. Please don't piss in my mouth. Please!"

"That would be so nasty!" I whispered, constantly taking licks at his now soft cock, pushing as much of my tongue out as I could, laving him, licking the last of the soiled juices from his crotch.

"You're gonna aren't you!" I whispered urgently. "Oh no..... I know it. You're gonna piss on me. Ohh... please don't".

And then I glued my mouth to him, holding all of his flaccid cock in my mouth. Waiting. Closing my eyes for the first time. I could feel him. His muscles trying to do what his mind wanted but wasn't sure how to control. I took my mouth away for just a second, looking up at him." Just let it out Mark" I pursed my lips out to him, in the widest open mouth oval I could form. Wagging my tongue at him nastily.

As much as I wanted it, I still pulled away slightly when the flow started. It's always a surprise. The heat, the bitterness, the smell, the metal like taste on the back of the tongue. I pushed my mouth forward, taking in all of his cock, letting him fill my mouth like a fountain, then letting it just flow out down my chin as naturally as you please, soaking my tits, running down my legs, pooling under me. Ahhhhhh. So nice!

[manure]

Marla held her roommates pink panties in her trembling hands, turning them inside out to reveal the stained crotch. She fixated her eyes on a brown streak which ran from the crotch up 2 inches towards the back. Just minutes ago, she had watched Kim, her roommate, pull the panties off of her body as she got undressed to shower. She had admired her lovely curves, particularly the roundness of her ass. She could now hear Kim singing in the shower, her off key voice barely audible over the water. As her heart thumped loudly, Marla brought the panties up towards her nose, preparing herself for the pungent odor. She held the stain an inch from her nose and inhaled deeply, her head spinning. Instead of being overwhelmed by a noxious smell, as she expected, she instead was treated to the tantalizing feminine scent that emanated from Kim's body.

She'd smelled it before, when they were standing next to each other. Gradually, however, the odor of the stain mixed with this scent, forming an odd, arousing combination that left Marla wet between the legs. She pushed a finger inside her damp pussy and inhaled again, feeling the room spin around her. Just then, she heard Kim turn off the shower and was snapped back to consciousness. She dropped the panties on the floor, just where Kim had left them, and rushed back into bed, pretending to be asleep. She gently fingered herself to an intense orgasm as Kim toweled off, completely unaware.

That afternoon, Marla sat in the campus coffee shop, trying to study for her upcoming Biology exam. She was distracted however, unable to forget the incident of that morning. "What did it all mean?" she asked herself. She was beginning to accept the fact that she was bisexual, and in fact enjoyed it. She was so excited to be starting her second year at college and sharing a dorm room with Kim, who she was always attracted to. Kim had no idea of this, but Marla didn't mind. It was even more exciting to have to catch secret glances at Kim's naked body or to strip naked and flaunt her body in front of Kim. But what happened this morning was too bizarre. She'd only meant to hold Kim's panties in her hands in an effort to feel closer to her. But when she saw the shit stain, it led to an intense arousal, and she didn't understand why. She felt abnormal and crazy, although she could not deny the overwhelming turn-on of seeing the obscene stain on the delicate pink panties. She scolded herself for thinking such depraved thoughts, and swore she wouldn't let them enter her mind again. She immersed herself in her Biology textbook, and didn't think about anything else for the next 2 hours.

Marla was finally distracted from her reading by a rumble deep within her stomach. Coffee always had this effect on her, and she felt the pressing need to have a bowel movement. She quickly packed her books up and headed downstairs to the ladies room. She noticed Nancy, a senior who she had talked to once or twice, entering ahead of her. Nancy was one of the more popular girls on campus, mostly because of her flawless face, long blonde hair and large chest. Marla didn't find herself attracted to her. Instead, she was intimidated by her beauty, and felt somewhat inferior in comparison. She entered the ladies room just a few seconds after her, and heard Nancy peeing loudly in one of the two stalls. Marla entered the other stall and closed the door behind her. They were the only ones in the ladies' room, and it was uncomfortably quiet once Nancy finished peeing. Marla placed her bag on the floor and sat on the cold toilet seat. Although she felt an overwhelming urge to shit, she couldn't bring herself to do it with Nancy sitting so close.

She was hoping Nancy would be leaving, since she had finished peeing. But she showed no signs of it. It was awkwardly silent for 10 seconds or so. Just then, she heard a loud fart come from Nancy's stall, followed by a grunt. Marla's face reddened, and she felt like she should leave. But she didn't. She listened as Nancy quietly groaned, obviously pushing out a large shit. Marla smelled a faint odor rising from over the wall of the stall, and almost without thinking began to slowly finger her clit. She heard Nancy pushing again, and a load plop of the shit landing in the water. Nancy sighed in relief, and Marla wanted to share the feeling. She began pushing out a load of her own, feeling her asshole open up. She was fingering herself rapidly now, and was afraid Nancy would be able to hear the slopping sounds of her wet pussy. She didn't need to worry, however, as she let out a loud fart of her own which echoed throughout the small room. She was mortified, yet so aroused at the same time. Nancy answered with a fart of her own, and Marla felt herself approaching orgasm as the long soft shit escaped from her anus. She wanted to scream in ecstasy, but knew she had to be silent. As she came, she heard Nancy wiping her asshole clean. Marla let a hot stream of pee run out of her body as Nancy left the stall and washed her hands. She felt completely drained by the intense orgasm as she peeked through the door of the stall to see Nancy fixing her hair in the mirror.

Embarrassed and ashamed, Marla sat quietly on the toilet until Nancy finally left.

A few weeks went by. Marla had deeply immersed herself in studying for midterms, and didn't think about either experience at all. She knew she was blocking them out, but she couldn't let it become a distraction and affect her grades. That Friday, she took her final midterm and felt herself begin to relax, much like the rest of the campus. There were many parties that night, including a few in her dorm. She and Kim planned on going to 3 or 4, and Marla knew she had a long night of drinking ahead of her. She was looking forward to the chance to unwind. She was worried a bit about Kim, however. Kim had a tendency to overdo it at times when it came to drinking, and Marla usually wound up having to take care of her. She had a feeling the same thing would happen that night, and before long she was proved right. At about midnight, Kim stumbled up to her in the hallway outside the 3rd party they had been to that night. She was clearly loaded. "Marla, I don't feel so good..."

Marla put her arm around Kim's waist and led her down the hall to their dorm room. She sat her on her bed, and hoped Kim would pass out. But after just a few minutes, Kim ran to their bathroom and closed the door behind her. Marla, pleasantly buzzed, lied in bed and put on the TV.

She expected to hear Kim retching and vomiting, but it was unusually quiet. She began to grow concerned, and walked over to the bathroom and gently knocked on the door. She heard Kim grunt, and Marla opened the door. Kim was sitting on the toilet, her arms wrapped around her knees. She was in obvious discomfort. "I thought you'd be puking", Marla said, laughing.

"No, I've got the shits", Kim answered with a moan. Marla felt a rush of adrenaline through her body, and she immediately sobered up. She looked Kim in the eye as a blast of watery shit shot out of her ass, followed by a rumbling fart. Kim moaned loudly. "Oh God, I'm sorry. That's so disgusting", Kim said. "I know it stinks in here Marla but please don't leave me". She held her hand out to Marla, and Marla nervously walked towards her, grasping her hand. She squatted down next to Kim and began stroking her back. The smell was overpowering, and Marla felt the wetness of her pussy seeping into her panties. Kim farted every few minutes, but for the most part had purged all the shit from her body. Marla was just inches from Kim's ass, and with every fart she felt herself get wetter.

After 10 minutes or so, Kim tried to stand up. "OK, I'm done..." she slurred drunkenly, feebly trying to pull up her panties and jeans. Marla stood up and looked into the toilet to see an absolute mess. Kim stumbled, and Marla held her up by her hips. "Don't pull your pants up yet", she said to Kim, "you have to wipe first".

"But I can't", Kim whined, on the verge of tears. "Help me please, Marla". Marla could feel her pussy throbbing, and the crotch of her panties were soaking wet. She rolled some toilet paper into her hand, and Kim slowly turned around. Marla squatted behind her as Kim bent at the waist, her ass cheeks spreading open. Marla fought the temptation to lick her ass clean with her tongue, and instead just stared at Kim's dirty asshole. She rubbed the hole with the toilet paper 2 or 3 times, then pulled it away to see it covered in shit. She dropped the paper into the toilet, then pulled some more of the roll and did it again. After a few minutes, she had thoroughly cleaned Kim's ass. She felt as if she was on the brink of orgasm, although she hadn't even touched her pussy. Kim pulled her panties and jeans up, kissed Marla on the cheek and stumbled to her bed. Marla sat on the floor of the bathroom, surrounded by the stink of Kim's shit. She kicked the door close, not wanting any of the aroma to leave the room. She knew Kim would be passed out by now, and she quickly pulled off her jeans and panties and began fingering her cunt. She moved closer to the toilet, wanting to be nearer to Kim's shit. She tore of her shirt and bra and began playing with her tits as she rapidly fingered her soaking wet pussy. She peeked into the toilet again, and saw Kim's mess. Amongst the foul brown liquid and stained paper were 2 or 3 solid logs of varying lengths.

Marla was in a haze now, almost insane with passion. She reached into the toilet with one hand while finger fucking her cunt with the other. She pulled out one of Kim's logs and held it in her hand as her first orgasm overtook her. She never stopped fingering her pussy, as she brought the shit up to her nose, inhaling the aroma deeply. She mashed the shit against her tits, smearing it all over herself. She was hit by a 2nd orgasm, twice as strong as the first, as she covered her tits with Kim's shit. She reached into the toilet and pulled out another one of Kim's shits, this one slightly longer. It was still warm from Kim's body, and she studied it closely while fingering her soaking wet cunt. She rubbed the tip of the shit on her clit, then pushed it all the way inside her cunt, moving it deep in and out of herself. Her pussy juices coated the turd, leaving it a wet mess in Marla's hand and cunt. As her 3rd orgasm arrived, she felt her muscles relax and slowly, a log of her own began to emerge from her anus. She had no patience for it, so she poked a finger up her ass and pulled a chunk of it out. She quickly smeared it all over her face, taking in the disgusting smell and tasting some of it on her lips. She heard herself scream loudly as she came for the 4th time, then she passed out into a deep sleep.

She woke late the next morning, surrounded by filth. She kept her eyes closed tightly, unprepared for what she'd see. She could feel dry shit caked on her face and tits, and one of Kim's logs was still deep inside of her cunt. The smell seemed to grow stronger overnight. She felt sickened, but at the same time she knew she had experienced a level of passion and sexuality others would never reach. She slowly opened her eyes, and rolled over onto her back, propping her head against the toilet. Just then, she noticed Kim standing in the doorway of the bathroom, staring down at her, her mouth wide open in shock. Neither of them would ever forget what happened next...

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I had been shopping for a new outfit for hours, but I couldn't find just what I was looking for. The mall was going to close soon, so I decided to try again tomorrow. I just needed to stop at the bathroom before I left. They announced that they were closing in ten minutes, and the clean restrooms were on the other side of the mall, so I went to the basement ones. They were always filthy, but they were close by. As I walked up to the door, the Mens room door flew open, and a kind of rough looking guy came out. As he brushed past me, he quickly lifted my skirt and slapped my ass as he laughed and walked away. I was shocked, so I couldn't say anything.

I shook it off, and went to the door, but it was locked. A paper taped to the door said "Out of Order! Use bathroom at other end." I really had to pee bad now, and the mall was closing. I took a deep breath, and slowly opened the Mens room door.

I looked around, and quietly said "Hi, anyone here?" No answer. I went inside. The place smelled from stale piss, and the floor was wet and sticky, toilet paper scattered all over. I was trembling, but I had to go. I went in a stall, and sat down on a wet seat. I groaned in disgust. I couldn't help but read the walls, some of the most disgusting things I ever read. I was just about finished, when I heard the door slam open. Panicking, I pulled my feet up onto the seat and waited. Then I heard them.

"The girls room is locked up, I know she came in here!"

"You best be right, we didn't come down here for nothing!"

"Yeah, you better be right!"

Three men were there, and they knew I was there, too. I heard them walking, and then the door flew open, and I sat there, my skirt around my waist, my panties around my ankles, my feet up on the seat. It seemed like forever, staring at each other, but suddenly, one of them grabbed my panties, and yanked me off the toilet by my feet. My bare ass hit the wet cold floor as he jerked up on my panties, removing them easily. I lay on the floor, the back of my white blouse, my skirt, and my bare ass soaking in old urine, my legs and feet held up high by the one.

"Hey, I bet your shirt would be prettier in yellow!" Another laughed. I watched as he opened his pants, and pissed on my blouse, and on my face.

"You missed a spot!" The third guy urinated on me, too, then, after my blouse was soaking wet, my braless nipples showing through, he said, "We were wrong, it don't look good in yellow."

The one man held my legs still, and the other two violently ripped my blouse off. Then they each grabbed one of my legs, and the first man sat on my chest, and pushed his cock against my lips. I tried to hold my mouth closed, but I opened wide to scream as a hand slapped my inner thigh hard. He pumped my mouth hard and deep, I could hardly breathe. I squirmed frantically as I felt hands and fingers poking into my pussy and ass.

He pulled out of my mouth quickly, and moved between my legs. Before I could cry for help, another gagged me with his cock, and the first one slammed hard into my pussy. The third man reached down and unzipped my skirt, and pulled it off. I was now only wearing my white ankle socks and white sneakers. I looked up above me at the toilet bowl, and watched helplessly as he threw my blouse and skirt in the toilet, and flushed five times, finally laughing as he said "All gone!" The first guy pulled out of my pussy, then rolled on his back. The third guy lifted me so the first could slide under me, all the while my face was held down by cock. The third then slid into my pussy. I was laying on one guy, while one fucked my mouth, the other my pussy, when I felt a sudden sharp pain. I squealed through the cock in my mouth, and violently turned and twisted, uselessly. Unbearable pain, my ass was being torn open, a deep pain from my ass to my tummy, I couldn't fight it. I felt hot cum spurting down my throat, and then splattering on my face. He wiped the tip off in my hair. The other two slowed down, then moved together, faster, harder, deeper.

"Ready?"

"You?"

"Yeah!"

Both of them shot their hot sperm deep inside me, forcing me to scream in a violent forced orgasm. My hips bucked and moved with them as the filled me with their loads. The man who filled my mouth suddenly squatted over my face, farted, then dumped a horribly wet smelly shit on my mouth. My attempt to gag and spit ended up making me swallow most of it. The three of them pulled me up, and sat me down in a urinal. They all pissed on my, in my face, on my tits, on and in my pussy. They dressed, and left me there, wet, dirty, smelly, humiliated, and naked with nothing but my socks and shoes. I sat in the urinal for over an hour, shaking, cold and scared.

Finally, I struggled to get out, and went to the sink. I washed as best I could, cleaning the shit from my face, and my own poop off of my ass, that had spurted out of me as I sat in the urinal. I cleaned as best I could, then I walked out. The elevator was off, so I climbed the stairs. I went out into the main mall, and started looking for an emergency exit, as well as something to wear.

I looked up quickly, as I heard barking. Three big black dogs were running towards me, barking and growling. I stepped back, and put my hands out, but one dog jumped up and pushed me to the floor. He growled, his face, his sharp teeth, right in my face as he stood over me. The other two dogs growled and walked in circles around me. Two more dogs ran up to me, five dogs surrounding my helpless naked body. The dog over me starting growling less, and whined and panted. I glanced down under him, and saw his thick red cock growing. I pushed him away, when four other dogs barked violently, causing my resistance to stop. Two dogs bit onto my hair, and pulled me sideways. I struggled from the pain, and rolled over to my hands and knees. They let go then, but then the first dog jumped on my back, and locked his legs around me. His penis slipped into me easily, and he started humping me. The men in the basement were bigger than him, and it didn't hurt, so I let him fuck me, disgusting as it was, but then I tensed. I didn't know what was happening. I tried to scream, but my voice was gone. This dog was growing inside me, thicker, unbelievable.

I tried to move away, but he was so thick, I couldn't get him out. It felt like someone rammed a grapefruit into my pussy, and glued me shut. It hurt horribly, and lasted seemingly an hour, before he shot his doggy cum in my pussy. I lay there a moment, exhausted, but just as I tried to stand, I was mounted again. The dog slide easily in and out of me, whining. I gasped and nearly choked as I felt his dog cock suddenly surge up into my ass.

I tried to scramble across the floor, I couldn't let him swell up inside my ass. But it was no good trying. His legs held me firm, and shortly, his cock turned into a knot inside my ass. My arms collapsed, I fell down, my ass high up in the air, dog cock locked inside me. I urinated on myself, my warm stream trickling down my thighs. After an eternity of pain, he filled my ass with dog sperm, and another mounted my ass. After several hours, all five dogs fucked my pussy and ass. I pissed all over myself, and the dogs, not wanting to feel left out, I suppose, each lifted their legs on me. I just laid there in the middle of the mall, dog cum and dog piss covering my naked body.

I woke up suddenly as I heard whistles blowing, and men's voices calling the dogs. I was humiliated with myself, but I was too tired to get up. Then I heard the security men talking.

"You should see it! I got it all on the security camera, I got the tape! All five of them got her! Those new cameras are great, I even got close ups!"

"Great, we can make big bucks with that tape! But for now, let's have some of our own!"

I couldn't even move, I looked up at the two men, one short and fat, the other thin, but ugly. They popped out their cocks, and took positions, one in my mouth, the other in my pussy, and they fucked me. After about five minutes, chubby in my pussy came, and a few minutes later, the other spermed in my throat. I was then pulled to my feet, and handcuffed behind my back. They brought me to the office, took away my shoes, and locked me in a little room, still covered in dog and guard cum, wearing just my ankle socks. After a few hours, the mall was open, and I was led through the mall, handcuffed, and naked, up and down the aisles, every level, everywhere that people were.

I saw women looking at me in disgust, and men looking at me with lust. Anyone who asked was told "We caught her shoplifting clothing! When we chased her, she tore off the stolen clothes and ran. But we caught her!" They finally stopped at the far end of the mall, the "bad side," where the gang bangers hang out. They shoved me into one of the seating areas, where at least twenty guys were smoking and sitting around. The cuffs were removed, and the guards said, "She's all yours!"

I barely took a step backwards when two familiar men grabbed my arms.

"Oh, you again! You liked the bathroom fun, huh? Good, there's a lot more of that now!"

I was pulled into the group, held down, and instantly full with three cocks, while two men held my hands on their cocks to stroke them. On and on they fucked me, passing men watching, some joining in, others taking pictures. The mall was now closing again, twelve hours after I was thrown in with the gang, I was still being fucked. The guards came back, and sent them away. Everyone took a complimentary piss on me before they left, then the guards locked up the doors. They then set up several video cameras, put me in the middle, and brought in ten new dogs.

"Have fun, we'll see you in the morning, and we'll do it all over again!"

Then they took my socks, and I was completely naked.

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Janice called me in her office. I knew the call was coming so I didn't waste any time walking over. See, yesterday, I was asked to do something by Maryanne. She is a higher level than I, and reports directly to Janice just like me. Well, Good `ole Maryanne didn't like the way I handled the task and asked me to re-do it. I said no. So now, I am in the precarious position I knew I'd be in; answering to Janice. I work in a financial department in which I am unusually the only male on this particular team of 6. When I arrived at the door of Janice's office, she took no time in ushering me in, and I promptly shut the door.

"What the hell is the meaning of this Michael? Insubordination? You dare tell one of my managers no? Get it through your head buster, you are the coordinator, they are the managers!!"

"It's not what it seems Janice, honest."

"Don't try to lie to me! Last week it was Michelle who was complaining about you. The week prior it was Maureen. Even further back, you had a few disparaging words with Karen. I sense a pattern that needs to be dealt with immediately Michael!"

"No wait-"

"Don't interrupt me! Right now, I am placing you on probation. It's hard for me to do this, since the probation will negate your share of next week's bonus checks. I'm sorry Michael. But, if you don't improve that nasty attitude of yours in three weeks, I'll terminate you."

The bitch told me to get out of her office like a dirty orphaned rat; looking for solace. I was angry and didn't feel like talking to anyone after that. The six members of the team are comprised of Karen, the most senior; Maryanne, Maureen, Michelle, Judy, and myself. They're all bitches as far as I'm concerned, I swear they wish they had another woman to complete their team. I always feel the brunt of their misplaced, feminine anger when the big boss turns Janice down. You know which direction shit rolls, right? I even attempted to complain to human resources for their actions. HR seemed concerned about Janice, and said they were going to talk to her.

I must admit that I am a closet pervert too. Although I hate their personalities, I arouse myself by fantasizing that their aggression is geared towards sexual consequences. I am a shameless "ass-man". There, I admit it. I just can't help dreaming about caressing beautiful derrieres; cuddling, worshipping, licking, nurturing, eating, and more! I very often think about them and their bathroom habits. For example, Maryanne is so demure and proper. It is not in her nature to speak with vulgarity. However, I imagine what it would be like to do such a thing.

About two days into my probation, I noticed that I was being watched intensely. Apparently, they want to find the first thing I do wrong so they can fire me. A few times, I caught Karen, Michelle, and Maureen whispering, and giving fleeting glances in my direction. Nothing burns me up more than the harsh sound of whispering. I think I'd prefer the sounds of fingernails gliding across a blackboard. Anyway, I had a very bad headache, and went to see the nurse in the health facilities. She offered for me to lie down and I consented. After administering some aspirin, she showed me to a back room with a cot, blanket, and some pillows. Just as I put my head on a pillow, I heard Janice's voice; faintly in the other room. She was clearly asking about me, and what I was doing there. What a bitch, she just can't leave me the fuck alone! With that last thought, I finally drifted off to sleep. Not knowing how long my slumber was, I awoke to a harsh female voice. With such a rude awakening, I looked about and found I was restrained. My hands were bound to each other; as were my ankles. Then, it felt like there were straps across my legs, mid-section, and chest. I say this because my head was partitioned off from viewing what I felt. In fact, I discovered that the partition took on the look of a toilet bowl, but my face was peering up from the bottom. The harsh voice I heard was Janice screaming 'wake up pig', from above. I would say that my face was no further than 8 to 10 inches from what might be the seat of this bowl.

"You are such a pathetic bastard! Look at you trying to act like your sick so you don't have to work!"

"What...what's going on here? Why am I being restrained?"

"You're going to be penalized for what you did to us. Human resources took away our share of bonus pay because of your complaints about us. We were really expecting those checks and you ruined it!!"

"Yeah asshole!" said Maureen. "We're gonna' teach you a real good lesson for crossing us."

In mixed arousal and horror, I instantly knew what the punishment was to be: Michael the human toilet. Janice lifted up her peach colored skirt and revealed floral Fruit of the Looms, while peering over her shoulder at me. It seems my quiet attitude upset her more. She sat atop my face with a heralding, bugle fart. There was still a small amount of light for me to make out the pink aperture peering through her ass cheeks. The next fart was wetter, or so I thought. She was letting a steady stream of pee rain on my face as she spoke to the other women watching. Then she peered between her legs to let me know everyone on my team will take their turn in due time. At the end of her pee, she let out some more successive farts, which definitely meant she had more business in mind. There was nothing exceptionally pretty about Janice; she had a plain look about her. This was almost a turn off, but it didn't matter. I peered up at her glory hole as it expanded dramatically. A thick log began vacating her cave, and seemed to portray a smiling face in the jagged crevices of its head. Light colored bits and pieces aligned the walls of this disgusting tube steak, which found its way to my pursed lips. The smell was horrible, and my nose felt like twin fists pummeled each nostril. Janice was unrelenting, and I heard her express great relief as her log began to coil upon my face. She grunted heavily as farts accompanied the log. It was a totally disgusting experience. There was laughter from above; reacting to the toilet sounds. Finally, this monster pinched off, and she stood up with a nice portion of it still peeking from between her cheeks. "We're far from through with each other asshole!" she exclaimed. She pulled up her panties without wiping and walked away. Michelle and Maureen walked over and smiled into the toilet. Maureen reached in with her hand and massaged the log into my cheeks and lips. Suddenly, Michelle pulled her blue jeans down and had no underwear on. She had a really nice, plump ass. As it lowered over the seat, she told me to look to the light, then called me Carol Anne. The others got a big kick out of her reference to the 'Poltergeist" movie.

Michelle released a hiss of hot gas; which took no time in converting to squishy, meaty turdlets. They rolled out her cherub cheeks like beef stew. She winced a little as some of the wet poop splashed of my nose right back into her crack. I was in a daze as my cock was terrifyingly rock hard at this moment. I say terrifyingly, because I couldn't grab a hold of it, and it was starting to grow into an awkwardly painful position. I began to shake in an outrage over my predicament. The others just laughed hysterically. After Michelle finished her onslaught, Maureen was more than ready to resume the doodies at hand. She had a very sexy ass that I ached to touch. It was utter torture to be held from her ass like that. Maureen knew it and kept wiggling back and forth as smelly farts erupted from her dark crevice. Her glory hole was very dark and hairy. Soon enough, she let loose the barn doors, and out poured a mixture of rabbit turdles and nuggets. By this time, the toilet was stopping up; in a manner of speaking. They realized and the nurse quickly came over to clean up. But, they all reminded me that this was only a short break. The partition was removed, and I was wiped down vigorously by the nurse who made a point of avoiding eye contact with me. I asked her why she would allow them to do this, but there was no answer. Then Janice walked over with her shitty ass; reminding me that she still was not done with me.

She squatted over my face and slowly dipped until her crack canvassed my nose and lips. I felt hot air as she bid me to clean up. I did so at a feverish rate. Her ass was extremely delicious. In the intense moment I was caught up in, I hadn't really noticed that my cock was grinding its way through my pants. I ended up rubbing it into a cum-filled frenzy. Janice carefully gyrated her hips to ensure her cleanliness. As she arose from my face, she suggested the others get a hold of me before someone noticed they were all missing from their cubicles. Promptly, Maryanne, Karen and Judy lined up on their knees; and their asses turned towards my face. I was made to kneel before their asses; almost in a genuflecting reverence, and told to spread each one and lick the rims. I wasted no time in delving into Karen's ass. She was short but had an unusually fat ass. As I licked her, she giggled and farted on my lips and tongue. It was meant to pass more than wind, but I sensed she wanted to hold back. I then reached for Maryanne's wiggling ass. Hers was huge...she is a rather big-boned woman. There was a strong, lingering aroma about her glory hole. It was exceedingly nasty...yet, still arousing. By far, Judy was the best. She had such a cute little ass...nicely taut, and oh so stinky. She told me to lay on my back and open my mouth. As I complied, she sat squarely on my lips, and told my to get a good suction so nothing would spill out. Again, I complied and was rewarded a mushy Lincoln Log. The color was a greenish brown, with only a small amount of discolored, foreign bits speckling the walls. She took great pleasure in feeding me, and told me to clean her up so no marks would show in her panties.

I greedily obliged her shitty crack, and finally came in my pants. I couldn't stand it anymore. I just HAD to grab my cock and whack away in my euphoria. As I usually get slightly tired after a good whacking, I drifted off into slumber for what seemed like only a few minutes; possibly seconds. However, I was awakened by the nurse to find that I was totally clean and still on the cot.

I questioned the nurse and she looked at me disgusted; like I was crazy. Could I have dreamt those events? No way!! As I got up in disbelief, but feeling a great deal better, I noticed a small turd, nonchalantly pushed into a corner of the room. I smiled to myself as I walked out of her office.

This is the sad story of poor Jane and a nasty accident in her open bottom girdle.

In the '50's it was the fashion of women of means to strap themselves into a girdle in order to get into the fashionable clothes of the day, and to maintain their hour-glass figures expected by their husbands, lovers etc.

On that fateful morning Jane, still in her night lingerie, had said goodbye to her husband who was leaving the country on a prolonged business trip (accompanied by his mistress, no doubt!). This morning she had planned to go on a little shopping spree round the more chic shops and, of course, had to be properly dressed.

She had decided to wear a dark navy blue blouse and matching pleated skirt, black seamed nylons and high heels. Removing her nightie she stepped into a pair of black laced panties. As she pulled the panties up round her waist she caressed her thighs and felt a delicious tingling sensation in her clit. She thought happily of her forthcoming meeting later that day with her lover, Steve and dreamed of the moment he would drive his swollen prick deep into her moist cunt and bring her to an ecstatic orgasm as he filled her with his warm slippery cum. Next she put on her full-cup bra, then her blouse which she buttoned up at the front. Then she started to climb into her black open bottom girdle which was a major operation. When in place the girdle stretched from just under her ribcage to below her crotch, covering her bottom. Jane was rather proud of her hips and well rounded buttocks and the girdle accentuated the roundness of her bottom. She enjoyed the state of continual arousal, and sensuous femininity, that the sleek, tight pressure of a girdle gave her. On one side of the girdle was a large zip fastener, about 10 inches long which started at the top of the girdle. With the zip open one climbed into the girdle, pulled it up until it sat firmly round one's bottom and then pulled up the zipper. As with all zippers, especially large ones, this took some effort and was even more of a struggle to undo. When she had climbed into the girdle she put on her nylon stockings and attached them to the suspenders which were attached to the bottom of the girdle. Four suspenders at the front and four at the back. She didn't want and embarrassment if one of the suspenders broke and her stockings should come down. She slipped on her skirt, which also had a zipper at the side, stepped into her high heels and was nearly ready to go out.

One of the problems with wearing a girdle was that going to the toilet was a major operation. Panties were always worn underneath the foundation garment. First one had to lift up one's skirt, unzip the girdle, wriggle it round one's bottom and pull it down to below one's knees before one's panties could be pulled down low enough to sit comfortably on the toilet to have a pee or poop. Normally Jane went to the toilet before climbing into her girdle, but she had got up later than usual and didn't feel she needed to go. Over the past few days she had been constipated and the previous evening, before going to bed, she had taken a laxative. Jane was somewhat short-sighted but being the vain women she was she would not wear glassed. The laxative was a small brown tablet and the label on the bottle warned that only two tablets should be taken at any one time. Jane never read labels, except on clothes, and swallowed five.

She was adjusting her dark hair in front of the bathroom mirror when she felt the first rumblings in her bowels.

"Oh blast! Now I've got to get undressed and have a poop".

She reached the edge of the toilet in the bathroom as her bowels warned her that time was running out! First she decided to remove her skirt but some of the material had got caught in the zipper and she wasted precious time struggling with it. Finally, with supreme effort she managed to pull the zipper down and undoing a button climbed out of the skirt.

"Perhaps I can save time by pulling my panties down from underneath the girdle, then I won't have to pull my girdle down." Jane thought.

She bent down and putting her right hand under the girdle tried to pull the panties down. Unfortunately the girdle sat so tightly round her bottom that there was no way of getting her panties off without first removing the girdle.

The action of bending down to put her hand up under her girdle had put pressure on her bladder and she now realised needed to pee as well.

"Oh Lord"! whimpered Jane and crossed her legs in a effort to stop herself from wetting herself. Doing that only increased the pressure in her bowels and the cramps told her that disaster was not far away. Needless to say, Jane was alone in the house so no one could hear if she cried out for help.

There was only one thing to do. The girdle had to come off. She reached up and began to tug at the zipper on the side of the girdle.

It wouldn't budge!!

"Oh NO, NO NO"!! wailed Jane.

When she put on the girdle she was already wearing her blouse and while pulling up the zipper part of the fabric of the blouse had become caught in the zipper. Each time she pulled on the zipper the fabric became more tightly caught in it and the zipper could not be opened.

Jane began hoping from one high heeled foot to the other. She tried squeezing her buttocks more tightly together and although her girdle helped her by hugging her tightly round her bottom it would not stop the turds which were being pressed down by her bowel movements from being forced out through her puckering asshole! The cramps had almost reached a climax and Jane began to realise that she was going to poop in her panties whether she liked it or not. She was facing the toilet seat and knew it was meaningless to try and turn round and sit down on the toilet seat. She did not want to dump her load on the floor. She bent down slightly, the pressure and pain telling her that she only had seconds, and lifted the toilet seat. She shuffled forward until she straddled the bowl and still slightly bent rested her hands on the top of the water tank of the toilet.

Nothing happened. Then Jane let out a watery fart. Ladies in Jane's position i.e., in the more refined circles of society, didn't fart. It just wasn't done! A discrete releasing of wind in the privacy of their own toilet but the fart she let out was far from discrete and certainly not ladylike! Then a large brown turd forced its way between her buttocks and deposited itself in her panties. Jane liked wearing panties which covered her whole bottom. Elastic round the waist so that they wouldn't fall down and elastic round the legs so that her panties hugged her bottom and made her look sexy. The turd couldn't go straight out of her asshole because her girdle clung too tightly, so it was forced down into the crotch of her panties. The elastic in her pantie legs stopped it from going any further

The toilet stood opposite the door and Jane stood with her head slightly bowed, her legs straddling the bowl and her hands resting on the water tank. She gave out a quiet moan. There was a bulge in her panties where the first turd had been deposited. This turd had been in her bowls for a few days and had become hard which probably explained why she was constipated in the first place. The next turd to be expelled was a more watery, gooey affair which slithered out of her asshole into her panties. The bulge in her panties began to swell, but the elastic held. As more and more excrement poured out of her it began to fill her panties nd become smeared over her buttocks.

"Oh, Oh, I'm pooping myself! What am I going to do? I'm making such a mess in my panties"!

Although Jane was disgusted and ashamed by what was happening she began to notice the cramps in her bowls were subsiding. Her bowl movements continued to eject the brown glutinous shit in an uncontrolled stream. As the shit began to swell and spread inside her panties Jane felt a similar sensation on her buttocks as she had had when taking a warm mud bath at a beauty clinic. It was not unpleasant except it began to smell!

But Jane's troubles weren't over. She need to pee badly. If she tried bringing her legs together the shit in her panties was spread even further. She tried her best but she couldn't hold it. She could feel the warm spreading as she started peeing into her panties. Her black panties absorbed the first few drops of pee but the flow was too great because her bladder had become quite full. When the underneath of her panties had become saturated the pee began trickling down the inside of her thighs and a thin yellow stream began dibbling into the toilet bowl.

Jane was still desperate to get out of her girdle and started pulling frantically on the zipper again. This caused another spasm in her bowls and another flow of shit was discharged through her asshole. The pee in her panties added to the mushiness of the shit. The elastic in her panties could no longer contain the load of excrement which, for every discharge from her ass was getting larger and larger. This glutinous mess began oozing through the legs of her panties, smearing the inside of her thighs and the tops of her nylons in a brown gunge. The weight of this package caused large lumps of turd to fall into the toilet bowl with a loud plop! Other lumps of turd landed on the inside of the bowl and some on the rim. The flow seemed to go on endlessly and Jane just couldn't believe how much shit had accumulated inside her. The trickle of piss which had been a clear yellow colour turned into a muddy brown viscose fluid which continued to dribble down her thighs and nylon stockings leaving a muddy trail behind it.

Jane began wondering if she could waddle across the room to the shower but decided against it because she was frightened of leaving a trail of shit across the bath room floor. It was better to stay where she was until as much of the mess as possible had slopped into the bowl. The inside of her girdle where it covered her behind was now thoroughly caked in shit.

Jane's current lover, Steve, had woken up feeling particularly randy that morning. Although they had decided that Jane should ring him when she was about to leave for the shops, Steve couldn't wait to get inside her knickers. He had a key to Jane's house for just such occasions as 'tis when Jane's husband was away and knowing that she took her time getting dressed he had decided to catch her by surprise and give her a good screwing before she used up too much energy shopping. He had quietly let himself into the house and was creeping stealthily up the stairs to her bedroom just as Jane's troubles were starting. Unknown to Jane was the fact that one of Steve's particular sexual perversions was toilet sex in all its forms. Knowing the refined sort of lady Jane was Steve knew it would take time before he could persuade her to participate in one of his more perverted sex games. He quietly opened the bedroom door and immediately caught sight of Jane in the bathroom with her back to him, dressed in her black open bottom girdle and nylons, straddling the toilet bowl with shit slopping down between her legs. Jane was so wrapped up in her predicament that she didn't realise Steve was there.

"Eureka!" thought Steve, who never missed an opportunity when it presented itself. He walked quickly and quietly to a little chest of drawers where he knew Jane kept her sexual necessities and took out a 'Black Jack' rubber with little knobs on it which Jane liked so much inside her tight little pussy. He quickly undressed and giving his prick a few hand jerks to get it hard he rolled on the rubber and walked to the bathroom.

"Having fun, Sweetie?" Steve chuckled.

Jane reacted as if she had just received a 200 volt electric shock up her fanny. From a half crouching position she stood bolt upright, gave a little squeak and looked over her shoulder. This caused a particularly large lump of shit to detach itself from her bottom and land in the bowl with a large splash. She saw her lover standing naked in the doorway grinning from ear to ear with the biggest hard on she'd ever seen. She was torn between angrily ordering him away or begging him for help in her hour of need. The sight of his massive prick standing so erect encased in a black rubber sheath glistening with lubricant made Jane so sexually aroused that she forgot the embarrassment of the situation she was in.

"Stevie, come and help your poor little baby Jane. She's been a naughty little girl and made such a poo poo in her panties." Jane crooned.

"Hang on a sec. my little poopy pants while daddy fetches some scissors to cut off your soiled panties so's I can clean you up."

Steve went back into the bedroom and fetched a large pair of scissors from a drawer. Then he went over to the bathroom cabinet and took out a pair of rubber gloves which the maid used when cleaning the bathroom and put them on. One of Steve's favorite toilet games was to lie naked on the bathroom floor with a rubber on his prick and get his partner to crouch over his prick with her asshole nearly touching it and shit. He had dreamed about butt fucking his partner when their bottom was caked in shit but had never persuaded them to go that far. Now the opportunity had presented itself and he wasn't going to miss it!

"Lean forward again, Jane sweetie. I'm going to cut through your panties so that I can clean up your little bum for you."

Steve cut across the crotch of Jane's panties. With a twang her panties separated and more of the shit which was still trapped inside them slopped into the bowl.

Steve took a handful of kitchen paper from a roll by the toilet and began wiping the shit from Jane's buttocks and thighs. The smell wafted up from Jane's bottom but it only made Steve more randy and his prick quivered in anticipation. When he had cleaned away enough shit so that he could see Jane's tight little asshole he leaned towards her and trying to hide the quiver from his voice said.

"Jane, sweetie. Your pretty little asshole needs a bit more attention so I'm going to have to put my finger up there gently, just to see that there's not another load about to plop out."

Jane was so relieved that somebody was rescuing her from her predicament that she didn't mind what they did as long as they did it.

Steve took a tube of lubricating jelly from the shelf and squeezed it liberally over his rubber gloved index finger. Then he gently began to insert his finger into Jane's asshole. Jane let out a little sigh of gratification as Steve's finger began rubbing in and out of her ass. This tingling sensation was new and she wondered what he would do next. Steve removed his gloved finger from Jane's ass and began squeezing more lubricant onto it as well as the finger next to it. Then he slowly pressed both fingers in Jane's ass. Jane gave a little suck and her sphincter tightened around his fingers as they massaged the inside of her asshole.

Steve removed his fingers and wiped off the shit which now covered them with some toilet paper. He took the tube of lubrication jelly and squeezed a liberal amount along the shaft of his rubber sheathed prick. He spread it over his prick. Some of the lubricant dripped onto the floor and some ran down his shaft onto his balls, wetting his pubic hairs and making them glisten.

"Lean forward just a little bit more Jane honey so I can see your pretty little asshole better."

Girdles are designed to restrict the movement of the wearer. But Jane leaned forward enough so that the edge of her girdle was just above her asshole. Holding his prick in his right hand Steve moved forward and began gently massaging Jane's asshole with the tip.
"Ah, Ah, Ah!" Jane couldn't believe it. Two fingers had made her feel good but this was something else! Her right hand went down between her legs and she could feel that her cunt was all wet and swollen. She had been standing upright when the poop began pouring out of her asshole and the act of peeing had washed away the traces of shit which had found their way to the front of her panties. But her buttocks and thighs were still caked in brown turgid shit. She began massaging her clit as Steve massaged her shit hole with his condom clad prick. Steve took the tube of lubrication jelly and poured some of the jelly on the tip of his prick. Then he slowly began to push the tip against Jane's asshole. Jane opened her legs wider as she knew instinctively what Steve was up to. "I'm going to get butt fucked. Stick your prick in real hard, Stevie." She murmured. Hardly a ladylike remark to make. But Jane was feeling like a real slut and enjoying every moment of it! She wanted it so badly! Slowly Steve eased the tip of his prick into her eager asshole and when the whole of his shaft was deep inside he stopped for a moment. Jane felt that a large throbbing turd had been pushed into her ass. The sensation made her instinctively want to bear down to discharge this intrusive object from her bowels. Steve felt Jane's ass muscles tighten round his prick and began drawing it out until only the tip penetrated her asshole. He then began slowly thrusting his weapon back into her ass up to the hilt. Jane rubbed furiously on her clit feeling an orgasmic wave building up between her legs.

Steve pressed hard against Jane's buttocks and his pubic hair and the upper part of the front of his thighs became caked in Jane's shit. Steve began rubbing himself against Jane who became even more aroused by the warm gooey massage she was receiving. "Oh yes Steve! Fuck my ass hard!"

Steve more than willingly obliged, forcing himself in and out of her ass,
watching the skin around her sphincter grasp him on every stroke. It was
heaven, being in there--so smooth and tight. So revoltingly dirty! Steve felt his orgasm beginning to build.

Steve rammed himself in and out of Jane's asshole and reached around to
feel her crotch. Jane was vigorously rubbing her clit and she started to pee again, he could feel the stream between his fingers and hear the splatter on the toilet bowl below. Feeling her warm gush between her legs and in his hand sent him over the
edge.

"Oh yes Jane! I'm coming! I'm coming in your ass! Oh God your pee feels
so warm- so good! I'm coming!" Steve continued to plunge away as the pressure
of the cum in his balls built to explosion level.

"Oh God Steve! I'm still peeing! And co...ooo...ming!" Jane shuddered
and her pee streamed out with incredible force. The combination of
peeing and Steve in her ass kept her coming for what seemed like minutes.

"Oh Jane! Here it is!" Steve rammed himself into Jane's ass and felt
himself explode. The orgasm was more forceful than any he could remember
and he shuddered and writhed, still buried deep in Jane's ass.

"Oh Steve! I can feel it! I can feel your come! Oh yes!"

Jane trembled and quivered as spurt after spurt erupted deep into her bowels filling the end of the rubber in white cum. Steve now held his hand clamped firmly over Jane's crotch and pee still leaked down over his hand. Both were panting hard and rivulets of sweat ran down their bodies and mingled with the pee and excrement. Steve's prick was still buried inside Jane's ass. With a sigh he withdrew it slowly from her ass. The rubber shaft was covered in her shit and he gently removed the rubber from his prick. He held the rubber over her smoldering asshole and let the cum dribble on to her ass leaving a white trail which oozed over the brown gunge already covering it.

Jane stood up and turning round looked deeply into her lover's eyes. She surveyed her lover's shit covered thighs and the smirk on his face.

"How could you do such a revoltingly dirty thing to me!" She hissed.

"Next time I want to see you pooping as well." She said coyly.

It seemed that whenever we were talking about feelings or emotions, I was in control. Linda tried to avoid the subject, told me that she was too serious with Sam, her "real" boyfriend and that he was the first person she ever really loved. I would tell her that she couldn't love two people at once and that because she couldn't bring herself to tell me to simply "go away" that meant that she really loved me more and needed me more. "Think about what you are doing to Sam," I would also say. This always made her feel extremely guilty and anxious. Sometimes we wouldn't talk for days and avoided each other at the office. But we were both drawn to each other and eventually found ourselves back in each others arms.

While I seemed to control our discussions, Linda definitely grew more powerful in the bedroom. She increased her control over me slowly... forcing me to perform little tasks, and before I knew it, I became this submissive partner, doing what she commanded. I actually consented to everything and I always told myself that I didn't HAVE to do any of the things she asked me to do but the truth was, and I was afraid to admit it, I wasn't sure if I could really say "NO" to her, if I really had the will power to deny her. And Linda got more and more assertive as our relationship deteriorated.

One day I came home to Linda's apartment and she was waiting for me in the bedroom naked. Standing at the foot of her bed, Linda told me to undress and lick her feet. I wanted to say "fuck this" but I didn't, I couldn't find the power in me. So I undressed and began to lick her feet. I quickly realized that she hadn't even washed them yet. They smelled from the day's work. My tongue roamed over the bottom of her feet and then I sucked her toes. I was sickened and turned on at the same time. Linda was playing with herself, rubbing her clit and massaging her breasts. It was humiliating but arousing. Afterwards, I always felt ashamed that I had done as Linda asked.

Another day, after making love at my place, Linda told me to wear her sweaty, cum soaked panties to work the next day. I protested but eventually gave in. At work, Linda kept on asking the other women in the office if they thought I had a nice butt and I was terrified that someone would find out that I was wearing her dirty panties. Linda always said she would leave her other boyfriend and devote all her time to me, but I guess I finally realized that she wouldn't. In one of our protracted separations, I had started seeing another woman, Beth.

Beth was different in every way. She was taller, with blond hair, high cheekbones, ample breasts, and a shapely little rear end. For a while I saw both of them at the same time and had a little insight into what Linda went through with the guilt over her other boyfriend. If it wasn't for that, I don't know if I would have had the power to break it off with Linda.

One night, the last night with Linda, She was putting me through my paces, having me dress up in women's clothes, lick her feet, she even slapped me around some. I think she sensed that she was losing me and became more domineering, more dangerous. She wanted to tie me up, which we had never done before, everything so far had been consensual. I let her tie me to the bed post with both my hands together, but not so tight that I couldn't get out if I really wanted to. Once tied up with my arms uncomfortably above my head, lying on my back, Linda stripped and crawled onto the bed. She stood over me her feet straddling my head.

"You little slut," she said, "you LOVE it when I tell you what to do! You love licking my feet and wearing my cheesed in panties," She said as she squatted over my face. I couldn't help it but something in her attracted me to her. I hated myself for it but it was true, and Linda could tell because I was getting an erection quickly. Linda's cunt was half an inch from my face. I could smell her hot steamy juices and became more and more aroused.

"You little FUCK," Linda continued, " you think you can live without me? You think you can get by without me, don't you? You little shit heel." As she talked she began to grind her cunt into my waiting mouth. I sucked her clit and shoved my tongue into her vagina. Then, Linda's motion became more hard and she pressed down firmly onto my face.

"I know about you and that slut you have been seeing," Linda said, "is she a better fuck than I am? Does she fuck you like I do? I bet she's just a simpleminded bitch that doesn't know how to control you like I do!"

I was shocked. Linda had obviously found out about Beth. I wanted to leave right then, get out of there and leave that whole situation behind but something prevented me from struggling. Linda ground her cunt hard down into my face, suffocating me.

"Do you love her?" Linda asked, "Do you want her more than me?" Quickly, Linda ground her ass whole into my face hard. The pain must have snapped something in me because I finally began to struggle to get free.

"You love it you little shit, you love eating out my ass, you sick fuck," Linda screamed as she drove her but onto my head and clamped down. I finally got free and twisted Linda off my head and threw her to the floor. I got up and quickly gathered up my clothes. Standing naked in front of Linda with my clothes in hand with a full erection, I couldn't hide the fact that Linda's aggressive attack HAD turned me on. I felt deeply embarrassed but there was no way to hide the fact. I looked at Linda as she lay on the floor, expressionless, and part of me wanted to stay, to be her slave, to let her force me to do whatever it was that she wanted.

But thoughts of Beth prevailed and I left Linda lying there on the floor.

Beth and I quickly became serious. She was so NORMAL compared to Linda. The sex was normal and that seemed like a great relief to me. I loved the fact that sex wasn't a major part of our relationship and that I was the more adventurous one in bed. Linda left work not long after our final scene and married Sam. And shortly after Linda left, Beth and decided to get married. I told her about Linda but never about the weird and kinky stuff we did -- I just thought that Beth wouldn't understand -- the past was the past and why delve into all that stuff was my line of reasoning.

Beth and I lived happily for a year or so. Everything in our marriage was perfect, except that the sex wasn't great. At first that didn't bother me at all because of the relationship with Linda that I had just left. But as time wore on I thought more and more about my adventures with Linda. I tried to get Beth to be more experimental but didn't have much luck.

Then things in my life changed dramatically -- Linda showed up! Friends of mine at work who had kept in touch with her told me that she was coming back to town to visit. I said that I didn't think I wanted to see her but in my heart of hearts I wasn't sure how I would react. That week, Linda showed up at work. A bunch of "the old crowd" was going out to dinner, so I went along. Linda and I wound up sitting next to each other and everything seemed pleasant at first. Sam and her had gotten a divorce. It turns out that he had been cheating on her, and she threw him out when she found out about it. We flirted a little harmlessly. As the evening wore on, and as the drink set in, we became a little more flirtatious. She moved her hand slowly and placed it on my knee.

"Remember how this feels?" Linda asked.

"I remember," I said. I knew that I should have asked her to remove her hand but I didn't. It's harmless I thought. No one here can tell and it's just a hand on my knee, so what?

"Do you miss it?" Linda said I didn't say anything. Everyone else at the table seemed engaged in different conversations and we were left to ourselves. I knew I HAD to put a stop to Linda's advances or they would lead to my infidelity -- maybe even to the end of my marriage. But I didn't move. And just sitting there with her hand on my knee gave me a tremendous hard on. Linda then asked me to go get a drink for us from the bar. And when I got up, you could SEE the erection. Linda was staring right at it. No one else seemed to notice, however.

Nothing else much happened at dinner. When we were all breaking up to go home, Linda asked me to drive her to her hotel. I knew I shouldn't but found myself saying yes anyway. In the car on the way home, Linda placed her hand on my knew again and began rubbing and stroking my leg. I didn't stop her. I was horrified by my own lack of will power but Linda was so compelling, so sexy to me, I was amazed at my inability to stop her.

"What would your wife say if she knew we were here in the car alone, with me stroking your leg this way?"

I didn't say anything.

"What would she say if she knew that we were here in the car and I was fondling your penis? Linda moved her hand up to my zipper and let out my throbbing cock. God I was so horny I couldn't think. I could barely concentrate on driving the car. I wanted to fuck Linda so bad and I wanted to run home to Beth but I sat in the car, motionless except for Linda stroking my Penis.

At the hotel Linda said, "Come up to my room." It was more of a command than a request.

"Don't do it," I said to myself, "don't do THIS! Beth, Beth Beth, oh God, what about Beth?" I kept on thinking. In spite of all this, I found myself parking the car, zipping up my pants and following Linda upstairs.

Once in the hotel room Linda was in complete control. "You want me, don't you? You want to FUCK me, don't you?"

"Yes," I said.

Linda commanded me to take off my clothes and then she walked into the bathroom. I took off my suit and stood there naked.

My mind was racing, "Get out of there, what are you doing!" something in me shouted. But I didn't obey. Linda called to me from the bathroom and I followed her there. Linda slipped off her skirt and panties. The two of us stood there in a naked embrace, groping each other. I kept thinking of Beth and that I should stop but I didn't.

"Kneel down and lick my cunt," Linda ordered.

"Please Linda, " I said with the last ounce of resistance I had, "don't make me do this. Don't do this to me."

"DO IT!" Linda barked and then slapped me hard.

My knees buckled and I found myself kneeling down in front of Linda's dripping wet cunt. She placed one leg up on the toilet and I brought my face slowly, hesitatingly to her vagina. I reached up and placed my hands on her fleshy, pair shaped ass for support and kneaded my hands in her ass cheeks. With my tongue outstretched I moved my head toward her cunt until Linda grabbed the back of my head and thrust my face into her pussy. "Fuck me with your mouth, you prick! Linda commanded. I shoved my tongue into her, lapping up her flowing juices, her hot, stinky smell oozing into my nostrils.

"Yeah, you thought you could do without me, didn't you?" Linda said. "I bet that that bitch of yours doesn't let you fuck her cunt this way. What would she say if she knew you were here eating out another woman?"

I felt so ashamed. I couldn't believe that I let this happen to me. But I kept licking and sucking Linda's cunt. And she pumped my mouth with her groin until she was about to come. Then suddenly, Linda sat on the edge of the toilet and pulled my head slightly under her outstretched groin.

"You make me sick, you little shit heel! How could you cheat on your wife like this? You aren't worth shit!

And with that, Linda began to PEE INTO MY MOUTH. Her hot urine streamed out of her, pouring into my mouth and over my face. I could smell the hot acid of the urine and taste the sickly-sweet liquid. I struggled to close my mouth and move away from Linda but her legs clamped around me tightly and her hands grabbed the back of my head and forced my face into her. The urine streamed over me, off my face and down my chest to the floor in little rivulets over my body. Linda came loudly in convulsions.

"OOOOHHHHHH YEEESSSS!! FUUUCCK MEEEEE, FFUUUUCCKKK MEEEE! SUCK MY HOT URINE, BABY, SUCK MY PISSSSS!!! YOU FUCKER!

When she was done, she let up and I pulled away slightly. I looked up at her and she smiled in a devious, chilling smile . She reached down and rubbed her hand in her own urine soaked crotch. Then she brought her fingers to her nose, inhaled deeply, and then licked them. I was stunned. paralysed. I couldn't believe that I just had someone piss in my face. In my mouth even!

"You liked that, didn't you?" Linda said and glanced down at my still stiff cock. I couldn't hide the fact from her or from myself that Linda's domination of me and her urination on me turned me on.

"But I know what you really want because I know what you really are." I didn't know what she had in mind but I knew it was bad. Linda turned around and placed her hands over the back of the toilet and shoved her ass toward my face.

"No Linda, Please," I pleaded, " don't make me do this, god!"

"You LOVE it," she said, "You've ALWAYS loved it. Now DO IT!"

I couldn't believe myself or what I was doing. It was like I was some other being or person. Slowly I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and the I brought my head close to her anus. I could smell the stink of feces. It made me excited and I hated myself for it. I stuck my tongue out and moved it closed to her ass hole. Gently I placed my tongue on her little pink rosebud, tentatively I began to lick her but crack. My mind was racing. I couldn't believe this was happening to me -- that I was doing ANY of this! It was all so absurd but I couldn't stop myself. Once my tongue touched her naked, smelly shit-hole I became more eager, licking harder and faster. I licked all over her crack. The smell of urine and shit filling my nose. My dick rock hard from the smells and tastes. Linda began gyrating her butt back into my face. I took my hands and spread her ass cheeks far apart, opening her anus. Then I plunged my tongue into her, pumping her back and forth with my tongue as Linda moaned and pushed back into my face. Pumping faster and faster, deeper and deeper I slipped my tongue into Linda's ass.

"OOHHHHH, LICK MY ASSSSSS!! FUUUUKK IT WITH YOU TONGUE!! OHHH MYYY GOD, IT FEEELS SOOOOOO GOOD!! LIIIICK IT, LICK MY ASSSSS," Linda moaned, "Do you know why you like to taste my shit hole?" Linda asked as I buried my face into her butt, "because you ARE a shit-hole cheating on your wife. That's all you are, shit! OHHHHHH, I'M CUUUUMING!" Linda screamed. As Linda came, shit poured out of her rectum, pushing past my tongue and into my face which was pressed hard against her ass.

"EAT IT! EAT IT! EAT IT! YOU SHIT" Linda screamed as she defecated on me. Totally unable to muster any resistance, I did. Lapping up the brown turd as I did the urine. Pressing the foul shit into my waiting and hungry mouth. Mashing the shit into the back of her ass as I buried my head in it, smearing it over my lips and nose. Linda knew now that I was her total slave and that I could not resist ANYTHING she wanted to do to me. I knew that from here on out, whatever happened, whatever Linda decided to do with me or to me or to Beth and I, that it was Linda's decision. She owned me totally.

I knew there was a problem when Jessica left me in the bathroom. She said something about I'd better wash up for dinner. But, I didn't smell anything cooking in her apartment. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. After she opened it, a slew of female voices echoed down the hallway. I started to think that maybe one of her friends brought something to eat. Just as I walked out of the bathroom to see who came in, Jessica was right there to push me back in. She closed the door behind her and asked if I washed my face yet. I said no, and asked her what the rush was for. It didn't appear there was anything to eat yet. She quickly followed up with "Oh there's plenty to eat... trust me!

I questioned her with "What is there to eat...leftovers in the refrigerator?"

She replied, "A whole smorgasbord. Now do me a favor and wash your face quick... I really need to set the table."

She was out the door while I turned to the sink and washed up. While washing, I couldn't help noticing the strangest looking toilet on the floor. She had a regular bowl...and then this really low one. I didn't remember her telling me she had a kid.

Wait... maybe I should backup real quick, and tell you how I met Jessica. This morning, I went out for my usual jog in the park near my house. I usually see the same people every morning: Generation X-ercise. Well, this morning, I saw the most beautiful legs glide past me. As I looked to match a face, there she went with a wink to me. I had to catch up to her; a beautiful blonde, wearing a visor cap and a long, stringy ponytail; swaying with her stride. She had a perfectly sweet, bubble ass that shook with each bound. After catching up, I asked her name. She replied Jessica. I gave her a really corny pick up line, which she laughed at. I smiled and asked her the usual "first meeting" questions us men ask when we want to "get some pussy". After 20 minutes of synchronized jogging and chatter, she agreed to have dinner with me. One condition, she wanted to cook dinner in her apartment. I thought to myself, COOL!

So there I was...a virtual stranger to Jessica. And here she was minding my etiquette; requiring me to wash my face before sitting at her dinner table. Well, I guess it was the least I could do before I had her suck my dick. Hehehehehehehehe!! While reminiscing over the morning's events, Jessica came in again and said she needed me to lay down on the floor. I asked why. She said she wanted me to get a good view of a crack problem. I gave her a puzzled look, and asked myself how much more strange can this situation become. I soon found out. As I lay on my back, Jessica lifted that silly kiddie toilet and placed it over my head. That's when I realized there was no bottom to it.

She lifted the lid and peered at me. My face couldn't have been more than a couple of inches away from the bottom rim. She told me to stay still and I heard some clicking. Apparently, the contraption was just fastened securely to the floor. She looked at me again and asked how hungry I was. I replied that I was famished because I skipped breakfast and lunch to enjoy her dinner. "What did you cook?" I asked.

She replied "Well, I had pizza last night, some pancakes for breakfast, and an Italian sausage sandwich for lunch. I don't know what the other girls cooked. But, don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."

I started to get a strange feeling. She reached under her sink into the vanity cabinet. Out came four pairs of hand cuffs, which she quickly fastened to each wrist and ankle. I asked what was going on. She said I was about to get dinner fed to me by the greatest waitresses in the world. I still looked puzzled as she put the lid down. "Hey, what's going on...Jessica? Jessica? JESSICA!!!???"

I heard the door close. It was really dark in my enclosure. I almost felt claustrophobic since I was kept virtually motionless. Within three minutes, there was a roar of laughter and a lot of scurrying feet. Two minutes later, I sensed the door open with the sound of giggles. Two girls entering? I wasn't sure.

Abruptly, the lid was lifted, and staring down was a gorgeous brunette with a beauty mark on her left cheek. I kept silent with a look of disbelief on my face. I started to figure out what might be going on. She looked over at her friend and said: "Well, it looks like the toilet's in working order. I hope I don't clog it up like last time."

I was perplexed. I never did anything like this before and got restless. I remained unspoken, but attempted to flail my arms and legs while she hiked her skirt up and covered my face with her derriere.

"Oh God, please don't do this" I pleaded. She giggled and broke wind resoundingly above my nose and lips. A crackling sound pervaded the pseudo-bowl, while a stream of warm piss doused my face.

She spoke to me and asked about my toilet experiences. I said I had absolutely none. She replied, "Good. I love virgins." Then, I felt a warm, icky log creep across my lips. She was emptying herself out.

"Unnng! Ungh!" Then, there was more farting and crackling. I was only inches away from her ass. She pushed her bottom to my lips, and commanded me to lick her clean. After her chunks splattered over my face, I gave her a perfect probing. She really liked it. She even spread her glory hole extra wide for it. She was in absolute heaven while riding my tongue, and managed a few more farts while it was deeply inserted. The smell was horrible. Indeed! But, the taste was euphorically merciful. The other girl giggled and said hey, don't forget me too. The first girl then obliged the other seat. The second girl had a nervous grin as she pulled her spandex down. She gleefully glanced at me upon her descent and asked the other what my tongue felt like. "Oh God, lick my ass first. I want to feel your tongue before I shit. Come on...DO IT...just do it."

I was more than willing. She enjoyed with incredible ecstasy. Almost on cue to her first moans, she released a nasty wave of liquid shit. It had the consistency of pudding; definitely not diarrhea. She whined like a little child as it sputtered out of her tight rose bud and into my maw. It was an endless, slick onslaught which was very smelly. The other girl spoke up "God you stink...Jesus!"

The girl above me chuckled "Hah, that's what happens when I eat a lot of cheese and dairy products....unggggggghhhhh! Yeah boy, eat my SHIT!" I certainly was doing just that.

Faintly, I could hear a knock at the front door to the apartment. There were male voices. Within in seconds, the male voices and Jessica's came closer to the bathroom. The second girl was just about through with her cleaning when Jessica told her to get up. There were three of them looking down at me: Jessica and two guys. The guys started smiling and asked if it was really ok for them to use me. She said enjoy your movements boys.

I was horrified, I tried even harder to get out of the contraption. One guy grabbed my crotch seductively while the other pulled his jeans and underwear down. I had a view of his hair crack descending to the seat. He started laughing as a lot of gas expelled on my face. The other guy was really massaging my dick hard now. I gave in with a hoarse whimper. The guy above me started to piss with his donkey dick. It was a very warm, salty piss. I cringed at what else was going to happen. I started to become aware of his smelly ass hairs. His butt must have reeked from not wiping. I could barely hear the other guy wish him a good shit.

I started to cry...literally. All of this was too new and forced. I wasn't sure if I liked the idea of being turned on like this. My dick was so hard from being horny...the experience became very erotic. Soon enough, my user wiggled his ass with his own chuckle and farted some more. Within moments, chunks of nasty shit rained down upon my forehead, nose, and lips. It was a very fast, berating of tender brown shit. After he was done, he commanded my to clean him thoroughly. I had no choice. My tongue entered his very loose hole, which proved to be very slick and shitty. More turds escaped his bowels and clogged my throat. The experience was humiliating. At the end of the wave, I began to realize the other guy had taken my dick out and was sucking it ravenously. I came in his mouth with excitement. The first guy stood up while the second peered down and spit cum onto my face.

The guy turned out to be a side dish, I still had a few users to go. Jessica made herself next and talked to me a bit. "See, I'm glad you skipped the other meals and made yourself hungry. Now, you get to eat up ALL my meals from yesterday and today. I took a laxative to help me feed you. She hiked up her skirt, and lowered her cute bubble ass to my face. She kept bobbing her hips into the bowl so I'd get a good sniff of her crack. A few farts came my way...but the laxative took no time in the conversion to the squishy meat. Her turds were peppered with foreign colored bits. Pepperidge Farm couldn't make a better looking cookie than her clumps of shit. She spoke during her onslaught. "Eat it bastard. Take it ALL down. That's right, good boy."

I tried in vain, but I had to let my mouth overflow or I'd choke. I felt the other girls stroking my cock by now. Three different girls entered the bathroom now. I could hear the differing voices banter about the relief felt from using me. I was starting to feel really queasy. When Jessica was through, I was amazed at how she reached in to grab the back of my head. She smooshed my nose into her dirty hole, wiping my face up and down her shitty slit. Finally, I got the ultimate kiss "goodnight" as she blew a horrendous fart into my face; and with a hideous laughter too. The other girls chorused in with their silly giggles.

I contemplated how much more I could go through before losing my mind. Finally, another girl walks proudly over hiked up her skirt. Another was posted to the side with a video camera. Instead of sitting down, the first pulled her ass cheeks apart and stooped over. I thought to myself oh GOD as she released a massive log. It started to curl out her ass, growing in length. Finally, the turd slowed its descent; its shadow looming ominously, and threatening to smack me in the face. It had to be a good 18 inches...a true BEAST! She gave a low, guttural grunt of relief and pinched it off. It seemingly melted to my face like a chocolate candy bar in the sun. Then came a long wave of piss that refused to be merciful. The other women were ecstatic. But, if nothing else, they were rewarding. I felt a very wet and warm sensation on my cock, then realized I was being sat on. It was great, the girls had so much energy, I barely had to work them over. They took turns switching, fucking me, and verbally thanking me for being their toilet. I came quite a few times during that episode. But incredibly, the evening had one more twist for me.

There was another knock at the door, but the bathroom was getting too noisy for me to hear who entered. To my horror, it was my neighbor Mrs. Stromfield. She obviously knew Jessica, but I didn't get a chance to find out the nature of their relationship. Apparently, Mrs. Stromfield was in the area and really needed to go to the bathroom before reaching home. She's an older woman; about 66 I think. Her husband was in Spain on business I believe. I figured her to be a very promiscuous lady when he was away, but by no means did I ever want to do her. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but had a quiet, pretty face. Her ass was amazingly plump for such a thin body. She came into the bathroom and covered her mouth from the horrible odor. The other girls apologized, and let her make her way to the toilet. It was eerie. They didn't expect her, knew she had no knowledge of what was going on, yet bid her my way. When she got atop my face, she looked down curiously and gasped as she realized I was in the bowl. She covered her mouth in disbelief. Jessica quickly came over and said they were teaching me a lesson. I tried to rape one of them, and they ganged up on me. Amazingly, Jessica convinced Mrs. Stromfield this was a fitting punishment. She lifted her dress up saying she'd love to punish me as well. Of all events to happen to me, I never would have thought I'd end up serving as a toilet for an old lady...let alone as a toilet! Oh my GOD she stank! She stunk worse than the other users' odors...including the guy. I don't know how I could determine the different degrees of bad odor, but I could. Her turds were short, 3-4 inch stumps which fell in droves. She uttered a very long sigh of relief as they pelted my lips, and bounced around my ears. The farts were synchronized with the crackling of the turds. My worst fear was about to come. As she reached for toilet paper, one of the girls said there was no need...just command me to lick her ass clean. She was delighted by the suggestion and told me angrily to clean her up. Her ass cheeks were very soft and made the entire experience much more bizarre. As I hungrily tongued her hole, she had a relapse and let loose a few more turds. She screamed out, "Oh GOD forgive me. But, this feels so good....unghhhgh!" After a few more licks, Mrs. Stromfield got up and dropped her dress. She turned and told me I'd better learn my lesson. One other girl came over and closed the lid saying, "This toilet is closed for repairs girls."