1. Under Her Thumb


    Date: 6/22/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Blackmail, Female Domination, Job/Place-of-work, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    her position, than she squats down. I knew this was coming. One look at my fully deployed equipment and she has melted to the core. I lever my penis to an upright position, ready to plunge into her glory hole. Finally, a dream is coming true. Ms. Saunders never spears my waiting cock. She halts her squat at about medium height. I am looking right into the cleavage of her huge ass, where her asshole is now rhythmically pumping in and out, as if it were breathing. I wonder what she is up to now. The answer comes in the form of a loud prattling sound, which coincides with her asshole suddenly pushing outward and fluttering in the passing wind. Then a pungent shit odor hits my nostrils. While I ponder on the purpose of this odd display, her asshole bulges again and another fart sputters out. This time a small lump of fecal matter squishes out and after dangling for a short few seconds from the swollen rim of her anus, it drips onto the tip of my cock. There is no sign that she has noticed her little slip-up, and in a bid to spare her the embarrassment I move to spoon it up with my index finger. Just then the dam breaks and a thick stream of brown mushy shit flows from her asshole and splatters onto my penis, balls and underbelly. Poor Ms. Saunders is all I can think. There is no way I can spare her the embarrassment now, other than to lie still and catch her steadily flowing shitty load in my lap so it won’t smear the carpet. The penetrating sour shit stench is unbearable, but ...
    it is the least of my worries at this time. I feel sorry for her, and guilty for getting her into this awkward situation. The steaming pile on my groin soon collapses and I have to use my hands to scoop up the mushy chunks that slide down the side of my hips and try to distribute them evenly on my stomach. I’m not sure how long I can keep this up, and Ms. Saunders seems to be making no effort at all to detain or divert the avalanche. Finally, her shit stops flowing. Two more wads flap with a dull thud into my lap, then she straightens up and turns around. ‘There, fuck that!’ Here eyes are gleaming. She steps up to my side and grabs my tie. I am pulled forward by the neck and my face bumps into her hip as she reaches behind her to wipe her ass. She inspects the tie after each wipe and folds it upward for clean wiping surface, crushing my nose ever harder against her hard flesh. When she is done, she releases my crumpled and shit-smeared tie and dresses. All this time, I am too dumbfounded to react. Again she has managed to fool me. I know now that the shit shower, like the piss shower before, was plain on purpose. While the drama was unfolding before my eyes, my thought process somehow became warped by the outlandishness of the situation and the only explanation I was able to come up with was that of an accident. I never realized that in reality the humiliation was on me, until I saw the look of satisfaction on her face when she turned around. Now I don’t know what to think or ...
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