As I walked into my best friend's apartment, I couldn't help but feel an unbearable itch in my ass. I was so constipated that it felt like my insides were on fire. We had planned to go out for drinks and catch up, but all I could think about was finding a toilet.
Without missing a beat, I headed straight for the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I let out a sigh of relief as I slid my panties to the side, revealing my hairless pussy. I gently rubbed my clit, wanting to feel something other than the discomfort in my lower region.
Upon closer inspection, I noticed a small dripping of clear liquid coming from my entrance. It was pussy juice, and it was making my mouth water. Suddenly feeling hot and horny, I decided to treat myself to a little solo fun before attempting to relieve my constipation.
Slowly, I lowered my panties and positioned myself over the toilet seat. Looking down, I got an ultra-close-up view of my pussy as it started to piss. The warm liquid felt amazing as it filled my aching void. I moaned softly, feeling both the release of pressure and the growing arousal between my legs.
As the last drops of urine trickled out of my pussy, I stood up, ready to tackle my constipation. Breathing deeply, I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed with all my might. With a loud grunt, I released a fat log into the toilet, the relief almost overwhelming.
Still feeling horny and slightly dirty, I reached back and spread my cheeks apart. "Come and take a look," I whispered to myself, "Show that pussy who's boss." As I watched my pussy dripping with pussy juice, an idea popped into my head. The thought of getting even more dirty sent shivers down my spine.
I knelt down on the cold tiled floor, my ass pointing towards my reflection in the toilet water. Slowly, I lowered my head and began to lick my own dirty butthole clean. The taste of feces mixed with my own arousal filled my mouth, but I couldn't help but enjoy every last drop.
Feeling more than satisfied, I stood up and flushed the toilet, washing away all evidence of my dirty little secret. Wiping my hands on a nearby towel, I took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, ready to face my friend with a smile on my face.
As we settled down for drinks, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my friend, not knowing the secret I had just kept from her. The memory of my dirty, naughty encounter would stay with me long after we'd said goodnight, fueling my fantasies for the days to come.
