It was the first time in months that Christina had been feeling emptied out in bed with her boyfriend. The sex was as passionate as usual, but the intimate act simply wasn't enough to alleviate the tightness in her gut anymore. She felt the familiar, uncomfortable weight growing inside her, forcing her to make the bitter decision - was it time to visit her trusty little toilet once again?
As she disentangled herself from his body and slipped off his sweaty skin, she couldn't help but relish in the post-coital glow - it was quickly diminishing, consumed by the growing urge to purge herself.
Minutes later, she stood at the door of my room, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. She knew exactly what was expected of her, and she knew I would be more than happy to accommodate her needs. With a sigh of relief, she closed the door behind her and walked towards the toilet bowl where I was waiting patiently.
"I think this time it's going to be quite bitter," she warned, her voice laced with amusement, "and you know how much I hate the stench. But don't worry, I'll make sure to give you a good workout."
Her words stung, but they were nothing compared to the burning sensation in my stomach. I couldn't help but wonder - was I still worthy of serving her? Or had I reached the point of no return? But as soon as she began to undress, my anxiety was replaced by anticipation.
With every inch of skin revealed, my mouth watered involuntarily. The smell of her intimate areas, the sight of her voluptuous body - it was all still intoxicatingly addictive. She climbed onto the toilet bowl, leaning over me, her breasts almost touching my face. And then she did something she had never done before - she pulled my head towards her crotch, positioning me perfectly for what was to come.
"Open wide," she commanded, her voice low and husky. And I did as I was told, exposing my mouth as perfectly as possible. The tip of her finger teased the entrance to my throat, testing my limits. I could feel the tension in my neck building up, but I knew better than to resist.
Slowly, she eased the first piece of her shit into my mouth, savoring the moan that escaped my lips despite the discomfort. I felt her finger slide deeper inside, massaging my throat, preparing me for what was to come. And when she finally began to dump the contents of her bowels into my mouth, there was no resisting the urge to gag.
The bitter taste was overwhelming, making me want to spit it out immediately. But I knew better than to disobey her. As she continued to fill my mouth, I closed my eyes and held onto the thought of her pleasure. It was the only thing that was keeping me going.
By the time she was done, I couldn't see or speak or breathe. I just lay there, numb and subservient, waiting for her orders. But as I looked up at her, I realized something - she still had one more task for me.
"Swallow it all," she commanded, her voice soft and confident. And so I did. With a large gulp that threatened to force the shit back up, I managed to get it all down. Even as my stomach heaved uncontrollably and tears streamed down my face, I remained dutifully at her feet, cleaning up the last remaining bits of her mess.
