We sat down at the breakfast table, the morning sun streaming in through the kitchen window. I looked over at you, my gaze lingering on your face as I took a bite of my healthy, yummy breakfast. A soft smile curved my lips as I chewed deliberately and swallowed, enjoying the feeling of the food going down my throat. "Delicious," I murmured, my voice hushed and slightly breathless. "It's like eating heaven." You grinned back at me and we continued chatting about our morning routines, our preferred ways of taking our coffee, and how much we both loved working out together. Your eyes lingered on my lips as I took another sip of my coffee, the caffeine already starting to kick in and make me a little more animated.
I placed my empty coffee cup on the table, standing up suddenly and stretching tall. "Time for some serious business," I purred, walking over to the closet and retrieving a pair of scissors. My heart raced with anticipation as I used the scissors to cut the tag off my work shirt, feeling an unexpected frisson of excitement as the fabric parted under the sharp blades. I stepped out of my trousers and shirt, revealing a tiny, lacey bra and matching panties that left very little to the imagination. "Ready?" I asked, turning around to face you with a shit-eating grin on my face.
You nodded eagerly, and we left the room, your gaze locked on my ass cheeks as we walked down the hall. We entered the bathroom, and I closed the door behind us, leaning against it with a seductive little smirk. "Show me your freshly made shit swirl," you requested, your voice catching just a little. I stepped up onto the toilet seat—it was one of those stylish ones with a clear bowl—and lowered my panties, revealing my glistening, smooth ass and the fluffy, steamy pile of fresh shit on the toilet seat. I grinned wickedly. "Well, don't keep me waiting," I purred, sliding my bra straps off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
You approached the toilet slowly, your hand trembling as you reached out to touch the soft, warm flesh of my ass. I moaned softly, leaning closer to the water to get a better look at myself. I picked up a piece of soft toilet paper and started removing any stray, loose bits of shit from my perfectly sculpted anus, my eyes never leaving yours as I did so. You reached out and touched the shit, letting it slide between your fingers before rubbing some onto your cock through your pants. A small whimper escaped my lips as I watched you do it, my muscles tensing in anticipation for what was to come.
"Dig in," I whispered breathlessly, stepping down from the toilet and turning around to face you properly. You pulled your cock free from your pants, stroking it slowly and admiringly as you eyed the huge, gaping hole I'd just been gladly fucked by. "Do you want me to dig in? Do you want to see what's in there?" Your eyes were wide with lust and excitement, and I nodded slowly, giving you permission to explore. You sank to your knees in front of me, moving closer and closer until your nose was almost touching the pile of shit waiting for you.
With a deep breath, you plunged your hands into the warm, soft mass, sinking up to your elbows. You gasped at the feeling of the cool, slick shit sliding over your skin, but you didn't pull away. Instead, you dove right in, grunting and groaning as you dug through the pile, looking for any treasures or surprises it might hold. Your fingers brushed against something firm, and you gasped, pulling it out to reveal a long, thick cock. It was mine—I'd squatted and taken a huge dildo up my ass just for this moment—and it shimmered with anticipation for what was about to happen.
"Do you like it?" I asked softly, my voice trembling with excitement. "Do you like what you see?" You looked up at me, your eyes dark and stormy with lust, and nodded vigorously. "I want to see more," you rasped, reaching into the toilet with one hand and grabbing my hips with the other. You pulled my pelvis forward, opening up my asshole and revealing the thick, pink gape waiting to be filled. Without another word, you plunged your cock deep inside me, burying yourself to the hilt in my ass.
"Oh god," I moaned, arching my back and tilting my head back to give you better access. You started grunting and pumping, fucking me hard and fast in that toilet bowl. The water sloshed around us, and I could feel the cold, hard ceramic against my back, but all I could focus on was the feelings pulsing through my body as you fucked me roughly in the most unlikely of places.
My orgasm overtook me suddenly, electricity shooting through my veins and making my muscles spasm uncontrollably. "Yes!" I cried out, clutching at your shoulders and digging my nails into your skin. You kept going though, your cock pistoning in and out of my ass, pounding me senseless until you finally erupted, filling me with your hot, sticky cum.
We stayed there in that toilet bowl, entangled and sweaty and satisfied, for long minutes. When we finally pulled apart, I took a deep breath and smiled, looking up at you with love in my eyes. "That," I breathed, running a shaky hand through my hair, "was fucking amazing." You grinned back at me, looking just as turned on as I felt. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat," you promised. And I knew we would.
