It was a chilly autumn morning when I awoke to my alarm at 7 am. My girlfriend, Samantha, was already up and about, humming a cheerful tune as she prepared breakfast in the kitchen. I stretched and yawned, stepping out of the warmth of our cozy bedroom, still feeling the lingering taste of her pussy juices on my tongue from our passionate lovemaking the previous night.
As I walked towards the bathroom to brush my teeth, I couldn't help but notice the strong aroma wafting from the room. It was unusual, but not unpleasant – more earthy than unclean. I began to wonder if perhaps Samantha had forgotten to flush the toilet before heading to the kitchen.
I pushed open the door to the bathroom and was immediately hit by the potent scent. Looking down, my eyes widened in shock as I saw shiny brown turds lined up neatly along the edge of the bathtub. Samantha loved playing with her new toy – an anal plug with a removable bulb that she had filled with her morning shit just before leaving for work.
My cock twitched involuntarily as I took in the sight before me. The thought of my beautiful girlfriend defecating into that device had always turned me on beyond belief. "Mmm, morning shit for me," I whispered to myself, feeling both excited and a little apprehensive. I knew what she expected of me – she had made it clear that each morning, she would leave a little surprise for me in the bathroom, and it was my duty to taste her excrement first thing in the morning.
I knelt down next to the tub, reaching out to touch the steaming pile of shit with trembling fingers. It was still slightly warm from Samantha's body heat, and it squished between my fingers like wet sand. My mouth watered uncontrollably as I imagined how it would feel sliding down my throat.
Carefully, I picked up one of the turds between my thumb and forefinger, lifting it up to my mouth. The taste was incredibly rich and satisfying – a mixture of sweetness and earthiness that only came from ingesting fresh human feces. I chewed slowly, savoring every bite before swallowing it down with a contented moan.
As I finished the last morsel, I heard the toilet flush and knew that Samantha was about to join me. She stepped into the bathroom a few moments later, her expression one of amusement as she watched me catch my breath.
"Well, well," she purred, walking over to join me on the floor. "I see you've enjoyed your breakfast. Now it's time for mine."
With that, she pushed me forward, and I found myself kneeling before her, my mouth gaping open in anticipation. She laughed softly before lowering her trimmed bush to my face, allowing me to nestle my nose between her wet folds. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with her sweet, musky scent.
"Mmm, yummy," she murmured, lowering herself gently onto the rim of the bathtub. "Enjoy every last drop, my love."
And I did. Over the next several minutes, I feasted on my mistress's morning shit, savoring every bitter, delicious morsel. As she emptied her empty bowels into my waiting mouth, I felt a sense of contentment and fulfillment wash over me, knowing that this was our special bond – a bond I would cherish forever.
