Professor Carter watched in a state of arousal as his young students took turns using his old, unused toilet as a receptacle for their fecal matter. It was their way of humiliating him, making him feel like nothing more than a dirty old man who deserved to be used as a human toilet bowl. But hidden beneath his outward shame was an increasing sense of desire and excitement.
Each girl, upon finishing their business, would stride triumphantly out of the bathroom, leaving the professor to clean up their mess. But instead of using toilet paper or water, he was forced to endure their disgusting act further by licking clean their filthy backsides with his tongue. It was a degrading task that left him feeling both ashamed and exhilarated.
The fourth girl entered the room, her body radiating confidence as she dropped her pants and underwear. With a smirk on her face, she assumed the position over the toilet bowl and let out a loud, satisfying fart before releasing a torrent of shit upon the professor. He cringed inwardly at the stench but couldn't help but feel an intense thrill coursing through his veins.
After she finished, she turned around and motioned for him to get on his knees. Reluctantly, he obeyed, his heart racing as he anticipated what would come next. She leaned forward, her bare bottom hovering just above his face, and let out a mischievous giggle. "Now, clean it up, old man," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt.
His mouth watered uncontrollably as he took in the sight of her freshly deposited feces. Slowly, he extended his tongue and began to lick the soft folds of skin around her anus clean. He could feel her shudder slightly at his touch, a mix of revulsion and excitement coursing through her young body. As he worked his way up her spine, he couldn't help but let out a low moan of pleasure at the sensation.
When he was finished, she stood up and zipped herself back up, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Not bad, professor," she said, her voice barely concealing her amusement. "You seem to be enjoying this a bit too much."
And she was right. Despite the humiliation and degradation he was subjected to, there was something about being made to eat his students' shit that ignited a fire within him. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have her sitting on his face, her full weight pressing down on him as he lapped up her disgusting excesses.
As she left the bathroom, he couldn't help but feel a twisted mix of shame and arousal coursing through his veins. He couldn't wait for the next girl to arrive and continue this perverse game of power and submission.
