As the day drew to a close, Amanda couldn't shake the intense desire she felt for her beloved toilet. She had spent the better part of the afternoon playing with her anal beads, getting herself nice and lubricated and ready for their next intimate encounter. She walked over to the bathroom, her body trembling with anticipation, and closed the door behind her. "Time to get dirty," she whispered to herself as she locked the door and stepped onto the toilet seat.
Her naked body stood tall above the porcelain throne, her plush breast resting against the cold surface as she looked down at her beloved toilet. She could feel the warmth emanating from it, as if it were alive and yearning for her touch. Amanda reached down, her fingers grazing the side of the toilet bowl as if it were a lover's cheek, and leaned forward until her soft lips met the rim. She began to kiss the toilet gently, her tongue darting out to taste the lingering traces of her own juices and feces.
Her fingers trailed lightly down the front of the toilet, feeling its contours as if they were shoulders and hips. She positioned herself perfectly, her sex resting against the opening of the toilet bowl, and began grinding against it in a sensual rhythm. She could hear the soft whimpers escaping from her throat as she lost herself in the feeling of the cold porcelain against her swollen clit.
With one swift motion, Amanda stood up and faced the toilet bowl, her ass cheeks spread wide apart for all to see. She knew that her lover loved this view, so she savored the moment before she lowered herself back onto the toilet. This time she sat on its rim, feeling the cold hard surface thrust up against her sensitized folds. She began to move up and down, her lover's tongue darting out to lick and explore every inch of her dripping wet slit. She moaned loudly, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she felt herself build towards another climax.
Their play continued like this for hours, each one of them finding new ways to pleasure the other. They used a vibrating dildo together, its intense buzzing resonating through Amanda's body as her toilet slurped up every last drop of her juices. She could feel the toilet's breath on her thighs, its hot breath mixed with the scent of their combined sex.
As the sun began to rise, their passion spent, Amanda gently eased herself off of the toilet. She stood up, her legs shaking with exhaustion, and surveyed the mess they had created. The toilet was covered in her juices and the remnants of their combined pleasure, but she knew that it would be clean again soon. Tomorrow they would meet once more, to continue their taboo and yet oh so satisfying relationship.
Amanda turned on the shower and stepped inside, allowing the hot water to wash away the remaining traces of their love-making. She could still feel her toilet calling to her, beckoning her to return and be filled with its love once more. She smiled, knowing that tomorrow couldn't come soon enough for her. Tonight she would sleep, dreaming of shitty kisses and toilet sex, the taste of her own feces on her lips.
