As the evening approached, I could feel a sense of foreboding creeping into my consciousness. The last time this happened, I had found myself at the mercy of three beautiful, yet cruel women who used me as nothing more than a living toilet bowl. Today, it seemed like things were about to get even worse.
I made my way to Christina's house, expecting the worst. She greeted me with a sneer and gestured for me to get on my knees in front of her. I knew what was coming next, and I dreaded it.
"Today girls really want to shit. I noticed that Christina suffers with great difficulty and constantly rushes me," she started, her voice cold and harsh. "She did not shit for 3 days, her shit today has a very strong taste and there is a lot of it. She kept pushing it out, and it seemed like it would never end."
She paused for dramatic effect before continuing, her eyes fixed on mine. "I could not breathe, my nose was full of shit, I could only breathe through my mouth. But Christina is constantly sitting on me or pushing shit in my mouth for several seconds and I manage to breathe a little."
Her words were like a knife to my heart. Christina's shit today was indeed strong, and the smell was overpowering. I tried to hold my breath as long as I could, but it was difficult when she kept pushing it into my mouth.
As if that wasn't enough, she picked up some of the shit that had fallen on the floor and made me swallow it. I was terribly tired by this point, my eyes full of shit, my nose full, and my stomach churning from the revolting taste in my mouth.
"I'm terribly tired, my eyes are full of shit, my nose is full and I feel sick, but I know that Victoria is waiting for me ahead," I mumbled, trying to catch my breath. Victoria had warned me that she might have diarrhea from eating bad food yesterday, so I knew I had to be prepared for anything.
I arrived at Victoria's house, and she greeted me with a knowing glance and a hint of a smile that sent shivers down my spine. She told me to get on my knees, and I did as I was told. She shat for a long time, and I tried my best to swallow the liquid sweetness as it filled my mouth.
The farting was unbearable; she farted a lot, a lot. My nose was full of the stench, which mixed with the taste of her shit in my mouth, making it an unforgettable experience. Her diarrhea was indeed bad, but I didn't care – I knew my place.
After what felt like an eternity, the women finally finished with me. I was left on the floor, exhausted and sick to my stomach. Yet, despite their cruelty, there was a perverse satisfaction in knowing that I had pleased them in some twisted way.
As I crawled away, I couldn't help but wonder what horrors awaited me tomorrow. But for now, I had to take solace in the fact that I had survived another day under these incredible women's asses.
