Part 1: The Elevator
The door of the elevator opened, and I stepped inside, wondering who my next client was going to be. It wasn't unusual for people to use the hotel facilities for all sorts of things; some wanted discrete encounters, while others just needed a place to let off some steam. As I pressed the button for the roof, I couldn't help but notice a girl entering the elevator after me - petite, curvy, and exuding confidence. Her stride was seductive as she sashayed her hips towards me, making sure I noticed every curve on display. She wore a revealing orange dress that clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination.
"Hello, handsome," she purred, licking her lips. "I've been thinking about you all day."
I nodded politely, trying not to show any signs of remembrance. This type of behavior wasn't uncommon either; most people who came here were looking for anonymity.
"My name's Alyssa," she continued, reaching up and playing with a stray lock of hair that had come loose from her ponytail. "And I saw how turned on you got when I was in here earlier."
I swallowed hard as she stepped closer, her sweet perfume filling the small space between us. It didn't help that I was already half-hard from her provocative entrance.
"Well, I've got a bit of a unique request," she said, smirking slyly. "I want you to be my toilet slave."
My eyes widened in surprise, but before I could respond, the elevator dinged. We had arrived at the rooftop floor. As we stepped out, she grabbed my hand and led me down a dimly lit hallway towards one of the luxury suites.
Part 2: The Bathroom
Inside the room, she pushed me towards a large golden throne-like toilet. "Have a seat," she commanded softly. "I'm going to fill your mouth with something even more delicious than candy."
As soon as my ass hit the cold porcelain, she straddled my face and pushed my head down between her legs. I could smell her arousal from here, a mix of cheap perfume and sweat. My nostrils flared as I inhaled deeply, eager to please her. She was wet, and it seemed like she had been waiting for this moment for quite some time.
"Lick me," she moaned. "I want to feel every part of you on me."
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but the way she said it… it made me hard as a rock. I started by licking her outer lips, tasting her sweetness as it dripped down my chin. She groaned in approval, so I slowly made my way inside her folds, my tongue exploring her slick insides. She tasted even better than I imagined, like the sweetest nectar from heaven.
"Oh fuck yes," she moaned, her hips grinding against my face in rhythm with my licks. "Eat that pussy like the good little toilet slave you are."
Her words only fueled my lust, and I buried my tongue deeper inside of her, sucking on her clit as she thrust herself onto me. It wasn't long before I felt her walls tighten around my tongue, signaling her impending orgasm. She screamed loudly into the room, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. I had never experienced anything like it.
Part 3: The Surprise
As she came down from her high, she sat back on the toilet, her chest heaving from the intensity of the moment. She stared at me with hooded eyes, assessing my reaction. At that moment, she suddenly stood up and pulled down her panties, revealing an almost obscene amount of ass crack.
"Now it's time to eat my shit," she purred.
My heart raced as she gyrated her hips, pushing out a fresh offering of her stinky, smelly bowels. I couldn't believe what I was seeing – or more accurately, what I was about to taste. I hesitated for a moment, but her demanding gaze was too much to resist. I opened my mouth wide, and she lowered herself down onto my face, pushing her ass right into my mouth. She was warm and gooey, and it took all the willpower I had not to gag.
"Swallow it all," she ordered, her breath hot against my ear.
I couldn't believe this was happening, but I did as I was told, swallowing her stinky poop like a good slave. She giggled softly, grabbing my hair and pulling my face deeper into her crack. It was messy and disgusting, but also somehow arousing. The heat from her body mixed with the smell of her excrement made for an intoxicating combination that had me hard as a rock.
Part 4: The Climax
She lifted herself off me, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "I think you've earned a reward," she said, her voice barely above a whisper now. She leaned over and unzipped his fly, pulling out his hard cock. "But you're going to have to do better than that if you want me to finish."
Before he could react, she took his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking every inch of it. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper than she did before. It was clear she had experience doing this; her hands gripped his thighs, holding him down as she took control of the situation. His moans of pleasure only emboldened her, and she continued to deepthroat him until he felt like he was going to explode.
Just as he was about to cum, she pulled away and stood up. "On your knees." When he was in position, she squatted over his face and lowered herself slowly onto his nose. "Suck on my ass," she commanded.
He obliged, reaching up to grab her plump cheeks as he sucked and kissed her asshole. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before—salty, and slightly musky, but also addictively delicious. She rode his face, moving her hips in circles as she ground herself against his nose. Eventually, she gave in to the pleasure, groaning loudly as she came again, this time covering his face in her sticky love juices.
As she collapsed onto his chest, panting heavily, he couldn't believe what had just happened. But one thing was clear—he would do anything for her. He was her toilet slave now, and he loved every second of it.
