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Toilet Duty 1
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Late one night during the next week, Francesca came running into the bathroom, completely naked, turned on the light, and slammed her ass on my face.
Within a split second, her asshole gushed wide open, filling my mouth with syrupy, lumpy shit. Man, I never chugged shit down so fast as I did just then! If I hadn't, it would have forced its way down my throat, my windpipe, up my nose, and who knows where else.
"Ugh," she moaned after I cleaned her. Then she went back to bed.
She didn't stay in bed long. She came running back out into the bathroom and slammed her ass down on my face again. And again, she instantly flooded my mouth with more syrupy, lumpy shit that I had to struggle to gulp down.
"Mistress Francesca?" I said. "Maybe you could use the normal toilet if you have diarrhea?"
"What the fuck?" she moaned and reached for the leather strap. Then changed her mind and said, "Oh, fuck it!"
I though that had settled it. I was wrong. She came back to me less than five minutes later. This time, she was carrying a pail. Once again, she slammed her ass on my face and spewed forth a flood of diarrhea shit. She dropped the pail in front of her and leaned forward and spewed her stomach into the pail, while sitting on my face.
This time, she didn't leave and return to bed. She squirmed and groaned while I gasped for fleeting breaths as her ass moved up and down on my face. She puked again into the pail. Then a moment later, leaned back, and flooded my mouth with more diarrhea.
Her diarrhea was getting more and more liquid, less and less solid, though just as foul, if not more so, than normal shit.
It's a good thing I had been at this for a few weeks by then. I had got over my queasiness of eating shit, and I had got pretty good at swallowing quickly while 100-pounds of ass sat on my face. I can't imagine what it would have been like for me if one of them had had diarrhea during my first week as a toilet slave.
She sat on me almost constantly the whole night, hour after hour, puking into the pail and gushing diarrhea into my mouth. I never thought I'd ever wish I didn't have to stare into a hairy female crotch sitting on my face.
In the early morning, she tried to return to bed, but her diarrhea always brought her back out to me. Though, as the morning drew on, her visits became less and less frequent.
My stomach was in agony from being so bloated, and it felt like it was on fire from her hot diarrhea.
Then it was time for the morning rush. Darcie gave me one of her nasty syrupy shits, then I lost it. Lying on my back, I must have puked a gallon up all over my face and down the drain under the back of my head.
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Posted on : May 2, 2013
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