As the CEO of a successful corporation, John had always been used to giving orders and having them obeyed without question. His latest acquisition, a smaller company that specialized in adult entertainment, had given him access to a whole new world of pleasures he hadn't even realized existed. His favorite was their collection of toilet slavery videos, where attractive young women would be forced to perform a variety of humiliating acts for his amusement.
One particular video caught his attention: a young intern named Sarah who found herself trapped in a witheringly humiliating situation. She sat atop a high stool, her legs spread wide and her clothes stripped away, as her boss took aim and unleashed a foul-smelling torrent of shit directly onto her pretty face. It was darkly arousing, but John also knew that there was no way this could ever happen in real life - or so he thought.
Intrigued, John devised a plan. He would start by inviting Sarah to his office under the pretense of discussing her performance review. Once she was inside, he would make his request clear: she was to relieve herself on his command and share the fruits of her labor with him. He would enjoy nothing more than tasting the foul, smelly creations she produced.
When Sarah arrived, he could see that she was nervous, but also subconsciously compliant. He played along with the performance review charade for a few minutes before pulling out a photo of the toilet slave video on his phone. "I see you've been watching these, Sarah," he remarked casually, gazing over the top of his glasses at her. "They inspire you in any way?"
Sarah blushed deeply, her heart racing as she realized where this was going. She tried to protest, to tell him that it was just a fantasy, but he merely raised an eyebrow and flicked the end of his tie suggestively. "If you really want to impress me, why don't you give me a taste of the real thing?"
Swallowing hard, Sarah nodded obediently. She knew she had nothing to lose; either she would capitulate and satisfy her boss's twisted desires or lose her job. She stood up and undid her slacks, then slowly lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her soft ass tensing as she took aim. John watched hungrily as her pale pink asshole puckered up, ready to release its contents.
"Good girl," he purred, his voice like silk. "Now let it all out. Unload everything onto my face."
Sarah tried to hold back at first, pushing out soft but solid turds that splatted loudly against the pristine porcelain. John watched with rapt attention, his cock throbbing in his pants. But as she continued, the pleasure began to overwhelm her too. She forgot about propriety or disgust, focusing only on the joy of pleasing her boss. Her streams became wider and more copious, filling the bowl with a murky mixture of urine and feces as she grunted and groaned in ecstasy.
Finally, sated, she struggled to pull herself away from the toilet. She looked up at John, who was leaning over the bowl, his face a mess of shit and smiles. Without warning, he reached out and pulled her head down towards him, forcing her soft, smelly turd into her mouth. She whimpered as he took a fistful of her hair and held her in place, chewing on her shit like a kid eating his favorite candy.
"That's it, baby," he whispered in her ear. "Now don't you feel better?" With that, he stood up and rinsed out his mouth in the sink, wiping his face clean with a hand towel. As for Sarah, she sat there in shocked silence, wondering what price she would have to pay for this unexpected release.
