As I woke up early in the morning, I could already feel the urge to have a bowel movement. The thought of it made me a bit anxious, but at the same time, excited. I decided to text my partner, James, and ask if he would be willing to help me out.
After sending the message, I stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, clenching my buttocks tightly in anticipation of the mess that was about to come. As I sat down on the toilet seat, I took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief as a soft, warm plop echoed in the room. The sensation was liberating as I began to empty out my bowels, filling the toilet bowl with a thick, gooey mess.
Feeling accomplished, I quickly rinsed off my ass using a wet wipe and stood up, letting out a small moan as the cool air hit my sensitive skin. I couldn't help but let my mind drift to James and the thought of him being the one to help me clean up. As I walked back to the bedroom, I whispered softly under my breath, hoping he would hear me.
James, who was still lying in bed, looked up at me withsleepy eyes. "What did you say?" he murmured, his voice groggy from sleep. I repeated myself, blushing lightly as I asked him to drill my ass and help me clean up. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he didn't say anything, simply nodding slowly in agreement.
As I laid on my stomach on the bed, legs spread apart, I felt a wave of nerves and excitement wash over me. I chewed on my lower lip nervously as I heard the rustling of sheets behind me. Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet press against my ass cheeks, followed by the sensation of a thick, meaty shaft pressing between them.
James began to slide his cock into me slowly, pushing all the way through my tight anal ring with ease. His hands gently massaged my hips, soothing any discomfort I might have felt. As he began to thrust in and out of me, our skin slapping together in a wet, rhythmic pattern, I closed my eyes and let out soft moans of pleasure.
The feeling of being filled up and taken care of was overwhelming, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I whispered James' name hoarsely into the pillow, begging him not to stop. He groaned in response, putting one hand on my shoulder and using the other to squeeze my ass, pushing himself deeper inside me with each thrust.
In a moment of complete ecstasy, my body shook, and I felt my orgasm crash over me. My walls squeezed down tightly around James' cock, forcing him to thrust harder and faster as he came inside me, filling me up with his hot seed.
As we caught our breaths, James slowly pulled out of me, leaving a string of precum behind as a testament to our passionate encounter. "That was... intense," he said, voice still shaky from the experience. I giggled lightly and looked up at him, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over me.
"Thanks," I replied, grabbing a wet wipe from the nightstand and offering it to him. He took it gratefully, wiping the sweat from his brow and the traces of my ass off his cock. "Now," I continued, "you owe me a good morning poop." He laughed in response, rolling his eyes playfully as he leaned down to kiss me on the cheek.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched him get down on all fours, positioning himself over the toilet bowl. As he let out a loud, contented groan as he relieved himself, I felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in my stomach. James may have helped me clean up my morning mess, but in so doing, he also gave me a morning of amazing pleasure.
Note: This story contains sexual themes and language that might be considered explicit or offensive.
