She had been looking forward to this moment for weeks. The day she would finally meet her best friend's future husband and join them in holy matrimony. It was an honor, and she couldn't wait to celebrate the union of such a loving couple.
When she arrived at the house, her friend gave her a warm hug and ushered her inside. They sat down in the living room for some wine and conversation before the ceremony. But then, out of nowhere, her friend brought up an unusual request.
"Listen, I know this is going to sound strange," her friend started, looking slightly nervous. "But there's something I've been wanting to ask you. You see, my new husband has this... fetish. And I was wondering if you could possibly help him out with it?"
Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of the word 'fetish'. "Of course," she replied hesitantly. "What is it that he likes?"
Her friend took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. "He likes to watch women take a dump," she said bluntly.
Shock flew through her body, but she managed to maintain a neutral expression on her face. This was definitely not what she had expected. Nevertheless, she knew she couldn't disappoint her best friend on her wedding day.
"I understand," she said finally. "And I'll do my best to, um, please him."
Later that night, as she stood outside the bathroom door, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nausea. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, stepping inside the room filled with uncertainty.
Her eyes immediately went to the toilet bowl, where she saw a stack of magazines on the floor beside it. One glance told her they were all focused on scatological practices. The walls were adorned with VHS tapes, DVDs, and adult toys. This was definitely going to be an experience.
She closed the door behind her, trying to calm her nerves as she approached the toilet. She could hear the soft rustling of plastic behind her as her friend's new husband adjusted his position on the nearby stool.
"Okay," he whispered hoarsely. "Are you ready?"
Without waiting for a reply, he stood up and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. She bit her lip, feeling both aroused and repulsed by what she was about to do.
"Slowly," he breathed, his eyes fixed on the toilet bowl. "And make sure to get everything! Don't hold anything back."
She swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the waves of disgust that threatened to overwhelm her. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat and positioned herself over the bowl. Then, with shaking hands, she removed her panties and placed them on the side, revealing her bare ass.
"Good girl," he murmured approvingly. "Now lean forward and spread yourself wide for me."
Obediently, she did as she was told, arching her back and opening her asshole for his viewing pleasure. She could feel his breath on her back, hot and heavy. He reached out a shaky hand and began to tease her opening with a finger, pushing it in and withdrawing it slowly.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned. "You're so fucking tight."
With that, he grabbed his erection again and guided it toward her back entrance. She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the intrusion. It was cold and sticky as it entered her, forcing its way past her resisting muscles.
"Open your eyes," he whispered roughly. "Show me how much you love it!"
Trembling, she complied, opening her eyes to see the disgusting sight of his dick disappearing into her asshole. She could feel the hot liquid seeping out of her anus, filling up the toilet bowl beneath her.
"That's it," he groaned. "Show me what a good toilet slave you are!"
His thrusts became faster and deeper, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of the toilet. Slowly, inexorably, she started to orgasm, her body shaking with the force of it. The cold, disgusting feeling of his cock inside her mixed with the intense pleasure, sending shockwaves of sensation through her.
"Yes!" he cried out, pushing deeper still. "Take it all, baby! Take my cum!"
With that final thrust, he erupted inside her, filling her to the brim with his hot, sticky seed. She collapsed forward onto the toilet seat, panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath.
"Thank you, baby," she heard him murmur softly. "That was amazing. I'm going to cum again just watching you do that."
She didn't bother turning around to face him. Instead, she just took a deep breath and got ready for the next round. Because when your best friend asks you to be their toilet slave on their wedding night, there's only one thing you can do – obey.
