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It was the end of the day and the sun hung heavy on the horizon.

Lorelei stood in her window above the saloon, waiting for the cowboys to come in from the prairie. She knew they would be tired from a week of driving cattle.

"Tired cowboys" she said out loud "well that ain't nothing good whiskey and pretty whores won't fix."

She almost had enough money to get out of this town and out of whoring for good...almost. She laced up her corset a little tighter, so her ample bosom was practically spilling out of the top, and made her way down to the saloon.

There was a card game going on to her left. Money was flying and she made it a point to get over there.

"Hello boys, can I get you fellas anything?" she purred. The skinny cowboy at the table blushed, trying to avoid her eyes.

She new he would be the target for the night. By morning she would have him loved up and broke, sending him back to the prairie with thoughts of her on his mind.

"Hey little britches, you look like you need a good luck charm" She said sitting on his knee.

"Uhh... if you think it will help" he stuttered.

Lorelei knew exactly how to work these young cowboys. She liked them young and inexperienced, liked being in control. She slipped her hand into the collar of his shirt, and pressed her hip into his crotch, after he had won the third hand.

"Come on little britches. Take me upstairs so we can celebrate your winnings" she whispered, letting her hot breath linger on his ear. She felt his prick jump under her rear.

"Mmm, you'll have to leave your big ol' gun with Pete there, we don't allow weapons upstairs" she teased

"I'm not carrying a gun Ma'am" he told her turning red in the face.

"Oh well then, in that case, I better get you upstairs"

She led him past the bar and up to her room.

"Ma'am, I ain't never..." he said trailing off as she closed the door.

"Never what, little britches?" Lorelei said, trailing her finger over his face up to his hat. She pulled it off his head, and looked into his eyes.

"I'll take care of everything, little britches; you just lay back and enjoy the ride. You do know how to ride, huh cowboy?"

He didn't answer his eyes where on her breast.

"You like those?" she asked untying her corset, freeing them.

She could see his pupils dilate, he liked what he saw.

She led him over to the bed and pushed him down. The bulge under his buck skins was enormous. Where this skinny little virgin cowboy had come from, she didn't know, but she hoped this wouldn't be his last visit.

As she slid his britches down, his massive cock jumped out at her; she was going to have fun tonight.

"Well my my little britches....looks like not everything about you is little"

She stood at the foot of the bed and removed the rest of her clothing. She could feel his eyes darting from her breast to the triangle between her legs.

"Why you been keeping this hidden?" she asked as she took his cock into her hands. He jumped a little, not knowing whether to smile or run. With one quick motion Lorelei took him into her mouth. Moving only the tiniest bit, she encircled him with her lips. She knew she had to take it easy, or this would be over before she got started. That huge cock made her drip. She had to have him. Slowly she climbed on top of him, letting her hair trail up his body, teasing him with sensation. His hands came up then stopped. He wanted to touch her. She positioned herself above him, with the tip of his prick just penetrating her outer lips.

"Ahhhhhhh" he said throwing his head back. He raised his hands to touch her, but froze in midair. Lorelei took both of his hands and pressed them against her waiting breast as she sat down taking in every inch of him. He filled her so completely; she thought she would die from the shear pleasure of it.

"Hey Little Britches, come on cowboy, that's right, make me moan" she encouraged

Her words aroused in him a boldness he never felt before. With one fluid motion, he rolled her onto her back. Resting on his elbows, he penetrated her lips with his tongue, exploring her soft mouth and leaving her hungry for more.

"Bout time you cowboy up, Little Britches" she said when he took his mouth away. The look on his face was almost animalistic

"Turn over you little whore, and let me have my way with you. I'm the one's payin" he said through gritted teeth.

Lorelei quickly obliged anything to have that delicious feeling back inside her. He stood at the edge of the bed as she backed her ass up to him. Grabbing her by the hips he plunged himself into her sopping cunt as hard as he could,

"Ohh yesssss, Little Britches fuck me!" she yelled unable to control herself. Over and over he thrust into her, stretching her insides to the threshold between pleasure and pain. She guided his hand around her and pressed his fingers against her clit. Heat rose inside her at she began to come in great waves of pleasure. She pressed her face into he mattress and moaned at the top of her lungs. Just as she was recovering from the waves of orgasm that racked her body, she felt him pull out of her. His legs went limp as he fell to his knees, his seed spewing into the air and dripping down the back her of legs. She turned and looked down at him, he was kneeling in front of her, a look of total disbelief on his face. She put one leg up onto his shoulder, "Good ride, Little Britches, good ride"

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L wakes up slowly and stretches ....... she can't feel Michael behind her, but that's not unusual at all, as he tends to wake up before her most days. She rolls over away from the windows, still hasn't opened her eyes yet ........ L slowly opens her eyes and is confused, as there is a red Blurriness in front of her that she can't work out. She reaches over and gets her glass as she shakes off the sleep .........putting on the glasses and refocusing she sees the bunch of roses ...... St Valentines Day!!!!!!!! of courses, a smile breaks across her face.

Yes there is a card in the flower, she reaches for it and looks at the card ..... it has the standard flowers and hearts on the front. She opens it and reads, "L the love of my Life, my passion, my muse the only woman for me" ............. there is the standard verse next and Michael's name under it. She then notices that there is a ps. written down the side "stay in bed lover, I have arranged with work for you to have the day off with me" ...... she looks at the clock and sees that its an hr latter than when the alarm should have woken her.

L sits up in bed and wonders what he has planned ....... she hears him coming up the stairs. He walks through the door carrying a tray, on it is breakfast pancakes with all the things she likes with them ...... he sits on the bed, puts the tray down between them, leans over it and kisses her lightly on the lips. Pulling back from her she sees that he is smiling at her "morning lover I have something for you" ........ he reaches into the pocket of his shirt and pulls out and envelope and gives it to her.

L looks at the envelope then at him, she opens it and inside there are tickets for "Phantom of the Opera" its on tonight .......

Michael has a huge smile on his face as he watches her face light up with surprise "lets have breakfast hunny and then have a shower together" he takes the tickets from her and puts them on the desk, leans forward and kisses her ..... then starts on the pancakes. When they have finished the food Michael picks up the tray and heads out the door .... looking behind him at her in bed he says, " go start the shower hunny I'll be there as soon as I put these things in the kitchen"

L's in the bathroom and has the shower turned on and at the temperature that she likes, she hears Michael walk in and then feels his arms slide around here and pull her up against him ......... still right behind her he starts to undo the buttons on the old blue shirt that she found. As he is undoing them he is also playing his fingers along her skin, teasing her breasts and nipples as well as having forced her head to one side with his so that he can bite and kiss her neck.

She closes her eyes and feels the kisses and bites ..... the hands working down the buttons on her shirt, the last one is undone and his right hand slides down and cups her cunt. He squeezes its and slides his middle finger in-between her cunts lips and slowly pulls it up her cunt to her clit he whisper "your wet hunny" there is a deep throaty chuckle in his voice ..... his body pulls away slightly and he runs his hands up her body to her shoulders. Opening up her shirt he then slides it off her shoulders and down her arms, throws it onto the floor he then steps back from her and quickly undresses ....... his cloths are in a pile on the floor with L's shirt.

He looks up her body ending at her face, stepping forward against her she feels his erect cock poke her in the tummy then slide up between them as he pulls her into him ........ kissing her lightly on the lips he forces her backward into the shower. She feels the warm water on her back then her head; splashing her and caressing her ...... his lips are still locked against hers as he keeps moving her backwards. The pattern of the water hitting her body now changes as she get the water that's hitting him bouncing off his body onto hers ........ water flowing down off his head and onto her face then down between their bodies.

He breaks away form the kiss and reaches for the shampoo ..... turning her around he puts some shampoo in her hair and then begins to lather it up and massage it into her hair. It foams and lathers as he massages her head, kissing her neck now and again as he massages her head ....... directing her back into the main stream of the shower he rinse out her hair by massaging the water through it. When all the soap is rinse from her hair he pushes her from under the water stream ....... he finds the conditioner and puts that in her hair, massages it in and piles her hair on the top of her head.

Looking at L he smiles " its going to be a couple of minutes before we can rinse that out" he drops to his knees and pushes her back against the wall of the shower ....... he lifts her right leg and puts it over his left shoulder, puts his hand against her tummy and pushes her firmly into the wall to balance her. L's cunt is open and right at the level of Michael's face, she can't move or do more than holds onto his head ...... he bends into her and starts to tease her open with his tongue. Long slow licks for the bottom of her cunt right up to the clit, again and again ..... with each lick he pushes her cunt lips wider and he gets deeper into her

Michael change his hand that supporting L ...... now his left forearm and hand is supporting her and pushing her into the wall. He sucks her clit into his mouth and starts to bite and chew on it gently ...... rolling it around in his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. His right hand slides up L's leg his fingers brushing her bottom and began to explore her bottom and arse hole ...... he works one finger into her arse, no more than 1/2 an inch he rotates and slides it in and out, teasing and relaxing it. Michael can feel that L's breathing is getting harder and faster .... he lets her clit slide out of his mouth but then presses in against it.

With his finger in L's arse and his lips against her clit he blows a raspberry against her ........ L screams and cums her supporting leg buckles and all her weight is supported on Michael's arm and shoulder. Her body is shaking and her cunt is twitching ..... there is a low moan coming from her, I support her while she gets herself under control. I start to move my finger in her arse again. I pull back my head and look up her beautiful body ...... I slide a second finger into her arse as she gets more control of herself. L's leg is supporting some of her weight again so I start to let the weight come back onto it.

I remove my arm and hand from her tummy, my two fingers in here arse are still working in and out slowly opening her arse, relaxing it and getting her ready for latter .......... watching the look on her face I lower my self even more so that she can slide her leg off my shoulder and down onto the floor of the shower. As her foot touches the floor of the shower I remove my fingers from her arse ...... move back from her under the water stream and stand up. L's face is flushed and beautiful, I reach forward and put my hand on her face, cupping her jaw line I lean in and kiss her ..... sliding my hand behind her neck I pull her into the water stream and start to rinse the conditioner out of her hair.

Turning off the water I get the soap I lather it in my hands and begin to soap down L's beautiful body ..... turning her around I soap her front and back, enjoying the feel of her breast, tummy and that glorious bottom of hers. I soap between her arse cheeks, allowing my fingers the pleasure of just penetrating her arse ..... I move up against her and let the full length of or bodies touch. Moving against the slickness of the soap I keep washing her, then I give her the soap and let her do the same with me. L takes her time soaping up my body, she seems to enjoy soaping my cock .... its so hard not to cum as she's doing that, to distract her I slide two fingers into her arse.

I hear the sharp intake of her breath as I do that ...... pulling her against me I start to move and gyrate against her while fucking her arse with my fingers. She is getting more relaxed now so I slide a third finger into her arse, L pushes down onto them wanting them deeper in her ...... I'm getting harder by the second I know that its not going to take much to make me cum now. I pull away and turn the water back on ..... it sluices away the soap and leaves us clean.

I pull away from L and turn her to face the wall of the shower; I grab her hands and bend her forward .... putting her hands on the wall and telling her not to move them. I stand behind her, spread her legs a little and place my cock along her cunt ....... I slowly slide it back and forward along her cunt lips. The bell head of my cock is just nudging her clit as I slide it forward ...... she pushes her butt back into me to get better contact on her clit. I smile this is what I have been waiting for, I pull back and put my hands on her arse cheeks and open them .... I put my cock against her arse hole and push, not hard but firmly.

The head of my cock slides into her arse ..... there is a sharp intake of breath from L as it goes in. She turns her head towards me and smiles, her hands are firmly against the wall but she still pushes back against me ..... wanting more of me inside her. I slowly start to push in and out getting a little deeper each time, working my cock into her and stretching her. I know that I'm not going to last long but I don't want to push her to hard and make it painful but I do want to be all the way in when I cum ...... the rhyme is building now. The strokes are getting longer and harder, we are both breathing harder and faster too ....... suddenly I feel my balls slap against her thighs; I look down and see that I'm all the way in her.

I start to really fuck L's arse now ..... pulling back so I'm almost out of her then slamming back in until I feel my thighs hit her arse and my balls slap her thighs. L is working hard too; there is a low moan that sounds like "harder, harder" to me ..... she's grinding her arse against me when I'm all the way in. It also feels like she is trying to suck me into her more as well ....... I know that I'm going to cum any second now. I lean over her and reach between her legs to find her clit ..... I start rubbing it and teasing it trying to make her cum as quickly as I can as well.

I'm not sure that I'm going to make her cum as I start to feel the twitching in my cock, I pull back and thrust into L as hard as I can and explode inside her ..... she screams and starts to shake as she feels my cum spray into, I think she has cum too. I rest against her feeling myself tremble and the small after pulse of my cock pumping cum into L's arse ..... I can feel her deep ragged breathing in time with mine. I can feel the tremors in her thighs, but maybe that's me. I start to move again gently in her, I'm no were as hard as I was but I am content to move slowly and give her a chance to relax.

As I'm moving I feel the cum start to ooze and drain out of my lover .... I pull out of her and watch the cum dribble out. Smiling I turn her around and hold her tight, kissing her and caressing. I pull her under the water and quickly clean L and myself off ..... I turn off the water and get one of the big bath towels. Wrapping it around her I find a smaller towel to wrap her hair up in ....... quickly drying myself off I pick her up and carry her back to the bedroom. As I get there I'm amazed that I can still walk, I'm shaking and content ....... I lie L on the bed and snuggle in behind her

Holding her in tight against me I tell her "happy Valentines Day" and that I love her. As we lie there I think of the wonderful night we are going to have at dinner and the theatre afterwards ...... we fall asleep content and happy in each other's arms.

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Steve changed trains at Penn Station in New York City. He had boarded the train to Atlantic City two hours ago, and was now stepping off the train at that destination. Emily had said in her last e-mail to him that she would be waiting for him on the platform.

A few weeks ago, Steve had seen her ad in one of those BDSM newsgroups -- she was seeking a toilet slave. You see, Steve had just broken up with his last girlfriend, and was feeling lonely, horny, and daring at the time.

Steve had remembered a time back in college when he was out drinking with some girl in February. It was a frigid rainy night and they were getting it on in the back of his van parked in a deserted lot behind some college bar after closing. They were drinking and she had to take a leak. But the bar was closed and there was no place for her to go in his van, and she didn't want to go and stand out in the pouring freezing rain to piss. Rather than lose the opportunity, he had offered to lie on his back while she squatted over his face to pee in his mouth. Then he would go out in the rain to pee, should he need to. To his surprise, she had accepted his offer! The sensation was bizarre, and not at all unpleasant. Needless to say, he had a fortuitous night.

However, except for that one exceptional experience, he had never had anything but vanilla relationships with women. He couldn't even get any of his girlfriends to sit on his face. The kinkiest thing he could ever hope to get from a vanilla girl was a blow job once in a blue moon -- if he begged bad enough and she was in the right mood at the time. In that respect, he was sick of ordinary girls.

When he first discovered the BDSM newsgroups, he had been both shocked and thrilled at the kinds of edge play that went on between people in the scene. They even used each other as human toilets -- as he had done out of necessity that cold January college night.

So now, he walked down the platform toward the station, scared shitless. He nearly jumped back on the train just before the doors closed. He sat on a bench and set his knapsack beside him. There were dozens of people milling about. Most had just got off the train and were heading to the station and down to the street. Others were milling about waiting for a different train.

During their e-mail discussions, he had agreed to be her toilet slave for one weekend. He would arrive Friday evening, and would leave either Sunday or Monday morning, depending on how it worked out. They set a date, and now, here he was. Had she played a prank on him? Would he wait here until late and then head back home on the last northbound train? Probably. But it was worth a try, so he waited.

As the crowd thinned out, a woman came over to him and sat. "You must be Steve," she said.

He immediately recognized Emily from her JPEG picture. "Uhm, yeah! Emily?"

Tall and slender, she was, with tan skin, brown eyes, and close-cut, tightly-curled black hair. He had never had the guts to go to a munch, but he knew the garb. He half expected her to be dressed in leather speckled with rivets and chains everywhere. Instead, she was dressed in a gray sweat pants and matching sweat shirt, as befitted a cool autumn Friday evening. Her poise, and the confidence in her eyes, was what made her special -- this kind of woman would never be available to him in a vanilla relationship.

"Come on," she whispered in his ear as she started to stand again, "I can't wait to get your face under my ass!"

Steve grabbed his knapsack and followed Emily down the platform into the parking lot. Watching her walk from behind until he caught up with her, he studied her shape. Her body was tight and graceful. They had never brought up age in their e-mails. He was afraid that he may have been considered too old, since a number of years had gone by since he was in his prime at college, so he never brought it up. Now that he had met her, he could tell that she was about ten years older than he was. But that was no big deal -- he was actually relieved to be the younger one.

She drove them to her home in her silver Lexus RX-300 SUV. She drove through the city, past the casinos, and into a neighborhood of large stylish homes on expansive laws. She parked inside her two-car garage and then Steve followed her upstairs to her master bedroom, into the master bathroom, and into a walk-in closet off the bathroom. She wasn't using the closet as a closet, however. The walls and floor was tiled like a bathroom. Then he saw it! He swallowed hard when he saw the -- the thing in the closet. It was a padded wooden platform, apparently custom-built. About six inches tall it was, two feet wide, and about six feet long. At one end was a wooden box with a toilet seat mounted on it. The seat was the height of a normal toilet. The platform was fitted with belts and shackles at the mid section and at the far end. In the middle was a hole with a plastic pan under the hole. She leaned down and swung the box open. It was split and hinged horizontally, the bottom of the box was padded and lined with plastic. There was a hole on the upper half of the box, now swung open, revealing the underside of the toilet lid. There was a half-circular hole in each of the box halves, open to the padded platform.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

"I guess you want me to get in there?"

"That's the plan! Here," she produced a plastic storage bin, "remove all your clothes and put them in this box. They'll be safe."

He removed his glasses then took his keys and wallet out of his pants pockets and placed them in the bin. Next, he removed his shoes and socks and placed them in the bin. Then he removed his shirt and pants, and put them in the bin with the rest. Finally, with Emily standing there watching him, he pulled his jockeys down and placed them in the bin.

He sat on the bench, put his legs up, and leaned back. He laid his head in the box half. It was thickly padded under the plastic liner, and raised slightly higher than the rest of the bench, about an inch, maybe two. Emily buckled the shackles around his wrists and ankles. Then she strapped him down with the numerous belts over his chest and belly. She picked up a thing that looked like a length of white PVC pipe with a 45 degree angle piece at one end. She slid the pipe between his legs and then slid the angle piece completely onto his dick. The feeling was strange, but not uncomfortable. Lastly, she swung the box closed over his head. His head was completely enclosed. The inside bottom of the toilet seat was a fraction of an inch from his nose. His face, it seemed was flush with the toilet seat. His reflection was perfectly clear in the underside of the plastic seat cover. This must be kind of what it's like to be an astronaut wearing a helmet with a glass plate right in front of your face. he thought.

He looked back up at her face, and it was really weird looking at her face from below and upside down.

"That's it," she said from above him. "I'll be back when -- you know!"

She walked out of the room and shut off the light, plunging him into near darkness. Some light filtered in from the bathroom beyond the closet and through the gaps between the box and the toilet seat, and the seat lid.

He tested his shackles. They were tight around his wrists and ankles. Just to see if he could, he twisted his fingers back to reach the buckle of the one of the shackles, but he couldn't reach it. He tried to scrunch his wrist and pull his hand through the shackle, but it was too tight. He nearly panicked when the realization hit him that he was really a captive, unable to escape if he wanted to. He figured that she would let him go if he suddenly changed his mind, but he came this far, and he would go through with it.

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Time passed, but his heart hadn't stopped racing since she belted and shackled him into this contrivance. He could hear her walking around downstairs. The anticipation drove him crazy. After a time, he smelled cooking odors. A little later he heard piano music. There was a missed note, and then it resumed. She played the piano for a while, then it suddenly stopped.

He heard her climbing the stairs, and his heart started racing again. The light came on in the closet, and she lifted the cover.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm just hanging out, taking it easy."

"Relaxed?"

"Yeah, as relaxed as a human toilet can be, I suppose."

"So you're ready?"

"I guess so."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

Steve swallowed as she turned her back to him. She leaned forward as she pushed her sweat pants down. Then she pushed her panties down. Her naked ass was hovering just over his forehead. A moment later, her ass came back and down on his face. He gulped a deep breath just as her crotch pressed down onto his mouth. Her crotch was covered with a thick black kinky pubic hair, and it tickled his nose something fierce. He looked up along her muscular abdomen to her navel, which was fitted with a navel ring. Her belly was flexing as she breathed heavily. Her sweatshirt started just past her navel, and he looked up along her body to the bottom of her chin and up into her nostrils. Then he noticed that her pussy felt really wet against his lips.

She looked down at him looking up at her. "Get ready!" she said.

His nose was pressing lightly against her crotch, and the air-flow into his nose was slightly restricted, but not completely blocked by her flesh. Her pubic hair waved back and forth as he took slow measured breaths. She suddenly bore down on his jaw quite heavily. His thoughts were shattered when, Gaaaa! his mouth started filling with a hot salty liquid. She was really doing it! She was really peeing in his mouth! He held his breath as her pee collected at the back of his throat. He thought about swallowing, but he didn't think he could swallow while lying on his back, holding his breath, and while his jaw was being forced open by about 90 pounds of woman. He hoped that her bladder would empty before she filled his mouth. She finished with his mouth nearly full of her pee. She stood and looked down at him.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He swallowed a couple of times, then took a deep breath.

"Yeah! I'm okay. But that was weird."

During their e-mail chats, he had told her that this would be his first time as a toilet slave. She had told him that she would have preferred an experienced toilet slave, but it's hard to find guys willing to do this. The last time she answered an ad from a guy wanting to be a toilet slave, he had so many women answering his ad that he had put her on a waiting list.

"You need to swallow as I pee," she told him.

"Yeah, I'll try."

She sat back down, and resumed peeing.

"He tried to gulp it down while she was sitting on his face, but only managed to spit some out the corners of his mouth."

She stood after a moment to let him swallow again. "One more time," she said.

She sat again and, this time, he managed to swallow some while she was peeing.

She then stood and said, "I'm done."

Then she lowered the lid, turned off the light, and added, "Expect me again sometime during the night."

"Okay," he answered.

From her bathroom, he heard water run briefly, followed by the _scrunch-scrunch_ sound of her brushing her teeth. Then a moment later, even the light from the bathroom was extinguished, and he was plunged into total darkness.

By that time, he had to pee, himself, and he was glad for the plumbing that she had attached to him. He relieved himself into that PVC pipe hanging on his dick.

He heard her move about the house for a while, and eventually went to silence. Part of his agreement with her was that he would be her toilet slave 24x7 during the whole weekend. He would even sleep in the human-toilet apparatus. He had no idea how fast time went by, but he eventually dozed off.

"...wake up! Wake up!"

"Wha? Huh?" he said with a yawn.

"I have to take a leak. Come on! Open up!"

He took in a breath and opened his mouth. She was wearing a large tee-shirt as a nightgown, with no bra or panties. She lifted it up, to show him her bare ass yet again.

As before, she sat on him with her muff pressed against his nose and her pussy over his mouth. It was dry this time. Again, her pee flowed into his mouth. It was a struggle to swallow while his mouth was being held open, but he managed to swallow while she was peeing without spilling any.

She finished after a moment and then stood. Without saying anything, she lowered the lid, turned off the light, and returned to bed.

He gradually fell back to sleep.

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It was Saturday morning, and he awoke to the smell of waffles and bacon. Mmmm, it smelled so good, but he knew he wouldn't be getting any. He hadn't eaten since he boarded the train yesterday afternoon, and his stomach growled at the odors wafting up from her kitchen. Alas, as part of their agreement, the only thing he would eat was what came out of her clit and anus.

Her asshole, he thought, What will that be like? Maybe she won't have to, over the next two days.

Some time later, he heard her come upstairs again. For the third time, she raised the lid over his face.

"Do you remember what I told you?"

"Uhm, yeah."

She was still wearing her tee-shirt nightgown. Again, she lifted it up and sat on his face. Gaaak! Her pussy! It tastes foul! So bitter! He knew from past girlfriends that pussies taste nasty if they hadn't been washed for a while, but with her pussy pressing down on his mouth, he was mute.

At least it was a little easier, this time, to swallow her pee as she peed it out.

Again, she finished, and closed the lid and left without saying a word.

He heard her in the bathroom. The shower came on and she disappeared into the shower for a while. I wish she had showered before she pissed, but it's not my place to tell her when to piss, I guess.

Her shower eventually ended. He heard her brush her teeth again, and she headed downstairs.

Hours passed, it seemed. Steve could her noises from downstairs as she did this and that. This is getting boring, now! Steve thought.

Around the middle of the day, Emily came back upstairs to pee. She raised the lid and he looked her over. She was wearing skin-tight blue jeans and a white halter top, her navel ring sparkled in the bathroom light. This time, she didn't say anything to him, she just turned her back to him, pulled her jeans down, and sat.

Her black scratchy pubic hair still tickled his nose as he took slow measured breaths. Her piss flowed without delay, and he swallowed as she peed. He swallowed again. And again. She wasn't letting up! She must have had a really full bladder this time, he thought, It's a good thing she made me swallow while she peed. Otherwise I'd have been in trouble this time!

She finally finished peeing, and he finished swallowing. She stood, pulled her jeans up, lowered the lid, and left. She didn't speak to him at all this time -- she just used him.

Steve had been getting hornier each time she used him. He had had a hard-on nearly continuously since she strapped and shackled him into this thing. However, one of the things they agreed on in their e-mails was that there would be no sex -- no fucking. Truth be told, that was just fine with him -- he didn't want a surprise nine months after his adventure. This time as she used him, his dick erupted into that pipe while he was under her ass swallowing her pee.

More hours passed. He had no idea what she was doing downstairs. He occasionally heard her make noises, but it was mostly very quiet.

She came back upstairs. As before, she came into the closet, used him, and left, without a word.

He sighed and thought, I guess there's nothing to say anymore.

More hours passed, it must be getting late. He smelled more cooking odors, some kind of pasta. He was starving!

Maybe I could ask her to give me a little something to eat, but I don't want to wimp out on her.

Some time later, she came back upstairs into the closet.

Get ready to suck down more piss, he thought.

She raised the lid and looked down at him.

"I hope you're hungry!" she said.

"Yeah! I'm starving! I didn't want to ask before, but are you going to give me something to eat?"

"I sure am!"

But instead of giving him a bite to eat, she pulled her jeans down and sat on his face once again. He sucked her piss down like a pro as she filled his mouth.

She stopped peeing, but she didn't stand. Instead, she lifted her weight off his face slightly, and then she slid forward, higher on his face. Because of this, is nose was pushed deep into her pussy and he couldn't breathe. He suddenly realized what was over his mouth -- her asshole! He could feel her anus puckering against his lips as she squirmed as though trying to push at something.

Oh man! This is too gross! Please stop!

He realized that she, of course, couldn't hear his thoughts.

He heard her grunt. He felt her anus quiver again. He knew what was about to happen. Well, he had expected it. He had agreed during their discussions, after all, to drink her piss and eat her shit. Her anus puckered again momentarily, then relaxed. He heard her moan. Her anus puckered really big and, in an instant, his mouth had filled with a big lump of sticky goop.

By now, his lungs were screaming to exhale. Her anus puckered again, and more lumps of goop filled his mouth. He swallowed a lump -- then another one. They were like very think lumps of gritty pudding, with stringy bits of stuff mixed in them. They were even more difficult to swallow than her piss, but he managed to swallow most of it. His lungs were screaming in pain, but she seemed to just sit on him for an eternity before her anus puckered yet again filling his mouth yet again.

Several moments passed, and then she stood. He nearly spit her shit out of his mouth as his breath rushed out of his nose. He caught his breath just in time, and swallowed those last lumps of shit.

While she was sitting and shitting, there was relatively little smell. But then, after she stood, the shitty stink was intense! And the taste of the lumps of shit in his mouth was so foul and rank that he could hardly stand it! He had to fight back the urge to puke so bad!

She was holding a crumpled wad of toilet paper that she had just wiped her ass with when he managed to look up at her looking down at him. "Are you okay down there?" she asked.

He swallowed the last of her shit. "I'm okay, but I don't think I can keep it down. I feel like I'm going to puke any second."

"Well, most people puke the first time they eat shit. But try to keep it down. It'd be a real mess for me to clean up if you puke up shit all over."

He inhaled and exhaled slowly before answering, "I'll try."

She went out to the bathroom and returned holding a paper cup. She got to her knees and put the cup to his lips.

"Here, drink this water. Since this is your first time, I'll give you a break."

The water was refreshing and cool. The urge to puke ceased being so strong.

"Thanks, Emily."

"You're welcome. But the next time, you won't get any water afterward. You have to learn to be a low-maintenance toilet."

"Okay, I'll do my best."

She gave him the rest of the cup of water, and left.

He lay there for the next few hours. A few times, the urge to puke almost got the better of him, but he managed to keep her shit down. Eventually, the urge subsided and he began to feel better.

He had been peeing into the pipe more and more frequently as time passed. He suddenly had to take a dump. He just let it out through that hole in the bench, into the pail beneath his ass. He heard it plop into water as it fell out of him. Oh man, what a stink!

The Misadventures of Gwen

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