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Office Escalation "I'm just saying, he tongued my asshole. His tongue was so far up my bootyhole that my colon was sparkling clean," Katy was antagonizing me at lunch again. Our company was small, 4 people making iPhone apps together. We ate lunch together every day, but I made the mistake of "shitting where I eat"... I made out with Katy and one thing led to another... Well, we had sex, at least, but the foreplay was a little more sinister. Katy put me on my back and stuck her pussy near my face, but I had other plans. I went right for her asshole, it was soooooo tight looking and she kind of balked. "I shit from there," she shouted, but I just tongued her anus all the same. She came. We banged. End of story... Nope... But it wasn't like it was a bad decision, really. Her body was incredibly tight and firm with strong arms and a great rack. Her butt was at least 44 inches on her measurements. Some people might call her plump, but honestly the only excess fat on her is that ass and her breasts. Katy had this awesome hair, great for a punker. Blonde with red tips. She was under dressed a lot, but still cool as fuck. "Come on, Katy, be professional." "Professional? You're in flip flops and your tongue has been up inside my asshole. I think we're past professional," Katy had Sameer and Kristen laughing, but not me. "Jesus, it was in the bedroom. Is nothing sacred?" Kristen piped in, "Honestly, I kind of think that sounds hot. I'm a little bit of humiliatrix, myself." "See," Katy exclaimed, "I told you that if you liked getting dominated, you'd be able to find the right women. I mean you already found me." "Enough," I shouted. I was over the conversation. It was clear Katy had crossed a line, and everyone went the rest of lunch in silence. We had six new gaming apps to build in 4 weeks, so it was going to be tense anyways, I didn't need her talking so much shit... -- A week had passed and we finished three games, putting us way ahead of schedule. One of those finishes gave our company a $7,000 bonus and as promised, we went to a bar and opened up a tab for us four. None of us had significant others, so it was just us four at the bar. But soon Kristen grew tired and Sameer wanted to get to bed since he knew this would be a bad hangover otherwise. It was just Katy and I. Looking back, I put myself in this position, and in this position I would find nothing but humiliation and degradation. Katy finally looked at me with lust in her eyes, "I want to do it again." "What," I asked, completely oblivious. "I want your tongue up in my ass, really deep again. I want that. And I want it now. And I'm going to get it." She grabbed me by my dick and my eyes lit up. I knew I would have done anything she said if it meant I was going to get off. The tab was paid and we were at her place, the studio apartment she refused to leave because she wanted to save $250k before moving to a real place. "I'm going to take a shit," she slurred, "Go lay on the bed." I crumpled into a heap and then splayed out, quickly removing all clothing. I heard the violent shit she was taking through her paper thin, white walls. There wasn't much on her walls except a few tye-dye blankets and a wooden "Live. Laugh. Love." plank crooked above her oven. She grunted and I heard an insanely long, loud fart followed by a plop in the toilet. A flush came and then almost immediately, Katy emerged from the bathroom with a smirk. "Here. Lick my asshole and I'll jerk your cock." She said it like this was some kind of win/win for me as she pointed her asshole at my face. In between her very large buttcheeks I saw a smear of brown... "What are you---," as I made the "O" with my mouth, her asshole connected with my pursed lips. Her anus was covered in shit!!! "What the hell?! What are you doing," she had the gall to shout at me, "I said lick my bootyhole!" "Your asshole is covered in shit, Katy! What the fuck?! Oh fuck me, it's on my lips!" "I don't fucking care. I want my asshole cleaned, bitch. So get cleaning! I said I'd jerk your cock. That's a fair trade!" "No it isn't!" "Fine. Then you'll just lick my asshole clean without me touching you at all, then." She looked down at me, her ass still squared up to my face and our eyes locked. I was looking up her back and into her beautiful green eyes and I showed her she'd won by taking a big lick at her shit covered asshole. She kept eyes locked as my tongue ran across her anus folds and she farted directly onto my tongue. BURRRRRRRRMMMMMMMPPPPPPP She smirked again, turned around, threw her head back, and then started stroking me as my tongue ran over her asshole. "That's it, massage my bootyhole with your tongue. Use your tongue to clean my dirty anus. Stick it in there, yeah, like that. Stick your tongue up deep into my asshole and clean my shit off. Fucking slave." I was honestly in ecstasy as she moved her hand up and down. When she called me "slave", my body shuddered, but then... BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR A long, slow release of her fart escaped past my tongue and went right in my mouth. I exploded all over her hand. She remained seated above me, her ass in my face, just long enough for me to realize what had all transpired. Katy got up, went to the bathroom, washed herself, and then came back to bed, sleeping on the other side without so much as a peck on the cheek. I decided to leave. ---- "Seriously, though. You've basically been my toilet paper, right? I mean, try and dispute it," Katy was now a thousand times worse now at work. "I wasn't your fucking toilet paper," and I was a thousand times more miserable. "Um... Ok... How do you figure?" "I ate your ass, Katy, nothing more." "Well... I took a shit. I didn't wipe. I had shit caking my asshole." "But that doesn---" "You then licked my asshole clean. You took your tongue and licked off the shit that was making my asshole uncomfortable and dirty." "So wh---" "And what do you usually use to clean your ass after you shit? Kristen," Katy asked. Kristen had a smirk and seemed like she was enjoying this, "I use toilet paper to clean my asshole after I take a shit." Katy smiled, "And Sameer?" "Toilet paper I guess," he was uncomfortable. "So if you licked my asshole clean after a shit, Sameer? Would you not be my human toilet paper? Kristen? What do you think? Was he or was he not my human toilet paper?" Kristen smiled again and stared right at me, "Sorry... Sounds like you were her... human toilet... paper." "Human toilet, huh? I like the sound of that," Katy shoveled some salad into her mouth with a smirk thrown my way. I sort of knew what she had planned, and I knew I wasn't going to like it... ---- I'm not used to getting texts at 5 am, so the vibration and light were a little jarring. "Join me on my run? I'll be by your place in 10." Katy's text actually motivated me a little. I'm in pretty god shape and I hadn't been on a run in a minute, so I threw on my shoes, some shorts, and put my keys into my arm pocket. She was recognizable from a block away, her boobs jiggling in nothing but a sports bra, her tightish midriff exposed, and her lower half donning these tight, bright pink yoga pants. I knew what I wanted when she was running my way. I started to jog in place and took my pulse. And then our legs were carrying us throughout the city on the start of a beautiful day. We ran mostly in silence. It was nice. It was 45 minutes through the streets, alleys, and sidewalks. Here, there, and then back. We were outside her place when she slowed down. I kept running and told her, "See ya later!" She grabbed my arm, "And where do you think you're going?" Her hand let go of me and she walked back towards her door, her giant ass cheeks swaying and perky in those pink pants. I was hypnotized, I swear. As Katy unlocked the door, I followed in behind her, staring at her big butt, watching the bottom of her ass cheeks lift and fall with each step. She started at the stairs and my face was directly level with her ass. I pecked a kiss on the right ass cheek and she looked over her shoulder down at me. I had a feeling that was an angle of her I'd be seeing again soon enough... And boy was I right... When she opened her apartment door, in the middle of the room sat plastic wrap taped to the floor with blue painter's tape. It looked almost like a scene from Dexter. She looked at me and said only, "If you do this, I'll use my foot, but that's it." I nodded. In the middle of that plastic "platform" was a camping toilet, essentially a toilet seat without a bowl. But I knew that wasn't the case. Katy intended for me, or more specifically my mouth, to be her toilet bowl. Katy was about to turn me into her actual toilet... While she stretched a little, I began to undress. Neither of us had said a word since right after getting inside. She just stretched like I didn't exist, like this was a normal thing, one human getting ready to serve as a toilet for another human. This was madness! And yet here I am, pulling off my shorts and underwear so that way I don't accidentally get her piss or shit on them when she relieves herself all over my face. I crawled, yes crawled, underneath the chair, scooting in once I went on my back. She just walked over, still dressed, looking down through her toilet seat and down into the eyes of her human toilet. She adjusted the seat so that her anus would be even closer to my mouth. Katy pulled down her pink yoga pants and revealed her huge, big butt that I've become so familiar with, and then she took her place above me like this was the most normal thing on earth. And then.... A stream of what felt like neverending piss went up my nose and I coughed. Katy stomped on my chest with her running shoes. I caught my breath and started gulping down as much of her piss as I could. It was stale, but not near as bad as I thought, but that's because she must have hydrated pre-run and must have pissed that really smelly, awful morning piss first thing. Her urine was tangy, but at least it wasn't horrible tasting. She'd definitely already taken one piss this morning. That didn't make this any less humiliating as she expected me to gulp her piss down. And to make matters worse, she ripped a gigantic fart while pissing right down my throat. I made the mistake of sniffing a big whiff. ffffffAFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR "Sniff up my farts better," Katy was beyond humiliation, it felt like She truly enjoyed this. I spent a good amount of time lapping at Her rectum, taking time to really feel the creases and wrinkles along Her anus. She farted again, this time a low, bassy BARRROUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm----- I took most of it in my mouth, and the force of Her fart into my mouth pushed my cheeks to the limit. They hurt from being expanded so large. And the way Her fart tapered off felt like She was toying with me, but really it was my own doing. I could stop this at any time... So why wasn't I? She adjusted Herself again and flatly said, "Get your mouth really wide and into place. This is happening... Now. I'll use my foot after." We both moved a little; Her lifting her ass a little further above my face so that I could maneuver my mouth to better catch Her turds as She takes a shit in my mouth... So... Both moves were serving Her, essentially... Katy laughed when I looked up and saw that there was just a sliver of room to look up Her back through the toilet bowl. She was staring down at me over Her shoulder while Her asshole opened and blew a mega fart right in my face. PLOORRRRRPPPPLPLPLPLPLP "That stinks," She said, but She didn't have it blown right up Her nose... Katy's butthole was pink, surrounded by her white skin. With her ass cheeks spread like this, it didn't look like she had the nice, big, juicy booty she actually did have. It just looked like a butthole, pointing right at my mouth like the pathetic fucking wimp I am... And then it opened... The head of her turd wasn't even visible as her sphincter relaxed and her anus opened up to a black hole. But then, unmistakably, it was a piece of actual shit. "Good god.. How can you handle that stink? I can't handle it! Oh my god!" She wasn't wrong. Her farts were horrible, but nothing compared to the smell that hung in the air from the turd that had yet to even touch my tongue. It didn't drop, no. She farted it out, so it slammed into my cheek, the end of it did, and then the middle fell into my mouth. It was so long that the other end slapped into my other cheek. It was actually audible, too. God damn, Katy's shit was in my mouth! "That sounded like I slapped you in the face! Ha! Well I guess I kind of did, by extension... Well..." "Ell ut," I said, trying to talk with a turd in your mouth isn't easy, and jesus fuck the smell... "Well eat it! Eat my shit! Take a bite into my turd there and chew up my dung!" I hadn't gotten that far, yet. I guess I'd not really thought that I would have to do this part, right? I forgot that toilets flush, and, well... My mouth was the toilet. The only way to flush was... That first bite into Her soft, light brown, airy turd made me wretch. She kicked me in the side and narrowed Her eyes. i could feel it mashing up and into my teeth, getting stuck in the crevices. "Don't you dare fucking throw it up." To say there were tears is an exaggeration, but my eyes watered with the humiliation. i used my hands and guided the rest of Her turd into my mouth. "That's it. Be a good toilet for your new Owner." i didn't want to argue, but this would be the LAST time i ever ate someone's shit, you could believe that! She farted a very small PFT that added nothing extra in scent, but was merely a reminder of how i'd just served the asshole that expelled that gas. "you did a good job, toilet. I expect the next time to be even better, though. Faster. you MUST get more efficient when serving as My toilet. And Kristen will..." "Kristen?!" Katy kicked me in the side, hard, "DO NOT DARE INTERRUPT yOUR MASTER! I OWN yOU, sLAVE! yOU ARE BUT MY tOILET!" She stood over me and i saw in Her eyes a fire that i wouldn't have believed unless i was there. She meant business... "you will serve whomever I command, should they have the desire to shit down your fucking mouth. What I just did to you was proof that you're not deserving of a life. your life IS being My property. Are we clear?" i swallowed the last bit of Her turd, "Crystal clear, Ka-... Erm... i guess i should call You Master?" "Yes," She nodded, "Call Me Master." She didn't say anything else, but walked out of the room, and dialed Kristen. She's on Her way over now, and apparently just left an all you can eat brunch buffet... |
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