maddog4056
04-06-2010, 10:42 AM
Filling Up at the Gas Station - part one
She was standing near a gas pump, waiting for her car’s gas tank to fill up. I was on the other side of the vary same pump, putting gas in my car, too. I glanced over at her and noticed that she had a nice body and so I continued looking at her, trying to kill the boredom. After a few seconds she noticed me staring and smiled, but then rolled her eyes and turned away from me. I wasn’t put off by this, I instead directed my attention to her ass, which was looking pretty good in her tight jean shorts. Once her tank filled up and she heard that noise the pump makes when it stops, she turned back around and caught me still staring at her body. Normally I would have tried to deny it, but on this day I didn’t care and I looked her in the eyes and smiled. She says, “You are incredibly rude”, to which I replied, “You are incredibly sexy.” She grind a little bit and said, “I’m going to go pay for this”, and walked into the store. I quickly turned the pump off and put it back in the holder to follow her inside. She noticed this and tried to ignore me. My boldness was up that day and I walked behind her throughout the store and she would notice me and move to the next ale hoping that I would get tired and stop. But I continued to follow her around inside the gas station. At one point she kind of laughed and kept moving, as if playing along with my game. After a couple minutes went by she grew tired of my game and decided to go into the bathroom (there was only one bathroom because it was a small gas station - no split up rooms for men and women). I noticed what she was doing and I followed her anyways. Finally as she reached the bathroom door she stops and turns to me and asks, “What, are you going to follow me into the bathroom too?” I said, “I would love nothing better than to follow you in there.” She said, “I really have to shit…” I said, “I don’t care.” Then she looks at me for a moment, shrugs her shoulders and said, “Well, if you really want to go with me into the bathroom that’s fine with me. But either way, I’m going in there.” Then she pushed the bathroom door open and before it had time to close I walked in there behind her.
When she got to the toilet, which was wide open - there were no room dividers in there or anything, it was a small bathroom with one toilet and one sink - she looked at me and we made eye contact as she began to unbuckle her jeans. I asked her, “So, your going to take a shit into that toilet?” She sarcastically replied, “Well yeah, this is a bathroom. Unless you can think of a better place for me to drop my load.” I couldn’t and so I stayed quite. She just stared at me as she pulled her pants down. Before she got to her underwear she got serious and said, “Really, what the fuck are you doing here…” I said, “I don’t know… …I guess I’m trying to learn about women…” She said, “Well let me teach you a lesson. How about, since you’ve come this far, you follow me not just into the bathroom but onto the toilet.” I said, “What do you mean?” She replied, “Well, I’m going to pull off my underwear and sit down, then I’m going to stand up and take two steps away. Then I want you to walk over to the toilet and sit down, and wait for further instructions…” Then she pulled her panty’s off and sat down really quick, then stood up and looked at me. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but after seeing her half naked I went ahead and sat down, curious to see what will happen next. She said, “Okay, now lean forward really far…” I did so, then she smiled wickedly and turned around. Next, she stood both feet on top of mine until her ass was right below my head. She said, “Now give the ass that you were staring at outside a nice big kiss!” I was horny for her ass so I gave it little kisses all over. “Good”, she said. Then she told me to sit back and I did. Then she asked if I wanted to kiss her ass some more. I told her I did and she, with my help, climbed up onto my legs and stood one foot on each of my thighs with her ass hovering slightly above my face. She said, “Kiss away”, and I kissed her ass all over. One each check, all along the crack, and soon I was licking it. She said, “You know I came in here to use the bathroom, but your in between me and the toilet. Unless something changes soon, I’m not going to be able to shit into the pot.” I was all horned up and I shrugged off her message and kept on licking. After a few minutes my progression led me to her ass hole. I licked and sucked that like it was prime butter. She again said, “All this attention on my anus is making the urge for me to shit even greater, and if you don’t pull your tongue out of my ass I cant tell you what will happen…” I was too busy enjoying myself to heed her warning, and so finally she said, “Alright, it looks like because your sitting in between me and the toilet, with your mouth eating out my ass hole, I guess I’m going to just have to shit in your mouth.” I still did not listen to her, partly thinking that she was joking, and partly hoping that she wasn’t. Soon I found out that she truly was not joking. Her anus puckered against my lips and pulsated, pushing out against my mouth. A firm log pushed it’s way out, and as I felt it slide over my tongue I also felt the palm of her hand on the back of my head, pushing my face deeper in between her ass checks. When her turd reached the back of my throat I bit down and started chewing like a mad man. Her log continued to shoot out of her ass and just before I got the first mouthful of shit all chewed up, I had a full second serving in there. She just kept pushing. She held my head firm against her ass. I swallowed and chewed as fast as possible. If she wasn’t holding me in place I probably would have pulled away from her, because the taste of her shit was unbelievably bad. She must have pushed at least a 12 inches of shit out of her ass, because she pushed a nonstop shit log out of her ass for over 15 seconds, and I had to swallow over half a dozen times.
When she was done I surprised her by licking her ass clean. She smiled victoriously the entire time my face was up her ass, but she never really laughed. After a few minutes of my tongue lapping at her empty asshole she began to slowly thrust her hips up and down, scrapping her ass up and down against my face. When she grew tired of this she jump down from the toilet and put her pants back on. I sat there watching her while still savoring the smell of her ass on my face, with a boner in my pants. She checked her hair and makeup in the mirror then turned back and laughed a little when she looked at me. I was once again staring at her fabulous ass, and she had no problem noticing the tent in my pants. She shook her head and said to me, “Well I guess that I was the one who was taught a lesson, not you. I see that you actually enjoyed eating my shit, which is unbelievable. And I tell you what, if you get into your car and follow me in my car back to my place I can promise you that you will be given the opportunity to eat a lot more of my shit in the future…”
maddog4056
04-28-2010, 11:02 AM
Filling Up at the Gas Station - part two
I stood up and followed her out of the bathroom and up to the cash register. A few people looked at me funny as I passed them bye. Then when I was behind her as she paid the clerk behind the counter I heard her say, “Watch out for this guy behind me, he’s full of shit.” They both kind of laughed and after he gave her her change and she walked away the clerks face changed from a smile to a frown when he saw me. I believe he did think I was full of shit from the way my lips were brown and from the way my face stunk like ass. I take my change and I leave. I get into my car and start it up. After she pulled up to the street I did as well and I followed her for miles down the highway. I was sick to my stomach (I wonder why) and my mind was racing. Part of me wanted to turn the car around while another part of me kept it going. About 15 minutes and 10 miles later we pull into her driveway. She got out of her car and walked up to me in my car. As she talked to me she leaned down and rested her arms against the top of my car. She said, “I cant believe that I just did what I did to you…” She paused and looked me dead in the eyes and stated, “You just ate my shit.” I didn’t know what to say so I kind of just nodded and looked at her. She smiled while shaking her head, then she invited me in.
I thought it was weird to invite a potential stoker into you home, being as I was following her around the store, but I was happy to be there anyway. I sat down on the couch while she went to the kitchen for a drink of water. When she came back she asked me, “Was this the first time you have ever eaten shit?” I told her yes it was and she asked me what I thought about it. I said, “Well, at the time I was very sexually turned on, so I enjoyed being able to lick your ass and swallow your shit. It didn’t taste good, and the smell was bad, but that just added to the pleasure for me. I think you have a beautiful ass and my face felt good up there.” Next she asked me, just out of curiosity, if I would ever like to do it again. I replied, “Absolutely…” To which she said, “Well then I think I would like to keep you around, because I loved shitting down your throat.” After a short pause she said, “So, do you have a home? A job? A girlfriend? What’s up with you?” I said, “I rent. I have a part-time job and I am not in a relationship right now. What about you? Do you live in this big house alone?” She said, “No. I live here with my husband. We got married last fall and we are going to wait a while before having kids…” I asked, “So why did you bring me back here?” She said, “Well, I just got such a rush from shitting on you that I figured I should see about having you do it again - you know - eat my shit.” I said, “I think I would like to try that again. But I also think that if I’m not getting laid too that it might not be worth the pain that I’m feeling in my stomach right now.” I paused for a moment, then continued, “I’m feeling very conflicted right now…” She said, “What would you say if I told you that I didn’t care and wanted to have you eat my shit anyway?” I told her, “For now I’m going to have to say that’s not good enough for me. There’s still nothing in it for me but a stomach ache.” So she said, “Hey, I just thought of this. Okay now stick with me here. What if I were to let you live here free of charge?” I asked her what she meant, to which she replied, “You know, give up your apartment and move in with me and eat my shit! You could save up five hundred dollars a month easy.” I still put my foot down, stating, “Look, if I’m not getting laid too then it wouldn’t be very fun for me, and I won’t do it just for free room and board.” She remained resilient, still feeling the rush she got from earlier in the day. She said, “Fine. Play hard ball. All I know is that what I felt earlier today was amazing and that I need to feel like that all the time. So here is what were going to do. We are going to make a compromise. I will let you fuck me once a week, but in exchange you are going to be my slave.” I listened to her and asked her what she meant by the word slave. She told me, “Not only will you eat my shit, but you will clean our house, do our dishes, wash our dirty laundry and anything else I can think of. You will become mine to command and you will listen and do as your told. So what do you think, slave?” I told her, “That isn’t worth getting fucked once a week for”, then I got up and walked out the door.
She followed me out the door and asked me what it would take for me to become her shit eater. I said, “I don’t know, but it sure would take a whole hell of a lot…” Then, after I got into my car she ran up to my window and tapped on the glass. I lowered the window and she gave me a business card of hers with her number on it, and told me to call it if I had any second thoughts. I told her I would think about it, then I drove back to my apartment. That night I did think about it, a lot. I laid awake in bed all night thinking about it, and I came to realize that I craved her shit, too. The next day I sat down at my dinner table and upon realizing that I now had the power in the relationship and that by not becoming a pushover I could set some boundaries. I decided that I was going call her and start the negotiation right away. When I called her cell phone she didn’t recognize my number, so when she answered she said, “Hello, this is Veronica, how can I help you?” I said, “Hello Veronica, this is Sam. I’m calling to say that I am ready to make a fair arrangement with you concerning the subject of me eating your shit.” She gave me the enthusiastic, ”Hi.” Then she continued by saying, “I’m glad you called. But right now my husbands home. He is in the living room and I’m in the kitchen. Give me a minute to go somewhere private, ok…” I said okay and then listened to her over the phone tell her husband that she was going to go outside and smoke a few cigarettes. A minute later I heard her close a door and light one up. She inhaled deep then exhaled before saying, “Ok, now I’m outside on the back deck, alone. We can talk now. So what made you call me, Sam?” I told her, “I couldn’t stop thinking of your ass. I think I’m in love with it…” She cooed, “Oh, baby. Can’t get enough of my ass can you?” I confessed, “It’s all I think about…” After a short silence I told her, “I think I have come up with a arrangement that we can both agree on that focuses around me being there for you to use as your toilet whenever you need me.” Veronica said, “Ok, I’m listening…” I continued, “I think the best way to do this would be for me to move in with you. To do this I plan on giving up my apartment and putting all of my stuff in a storage unit, which I think you should pay for. How does that sound to you so far?” Veronica thought that was a small price to pay for what she was getting in return, so she said, “That is doable. And I have been thinking about it, you could sleep in our basement and my husband would never even need to know that you are there. There’s a door to the basement outside of the house, and there are enough trees and stuff next to our house to make it so that you could walk in there without being seen.” I responded, “Really? That’s cool.” She said, “I know, right. Plus there are ways that you can move from floor to floor incognito, too, because the previous owner of this house was a cool mother fucker. He designed and built it himself. I’ll have to show you where all the secret passageways are when you get here. My husband only knows about the obvious ones, but I know about them all. So, what else do you want?” I said, “I feel that in order to make this worth it for me, I need to get some action. Like I said before, without it I refuse to go along with our plans. Here is what I think is fair. You need to get me off twice a week in a way of your choosing, so if you want to fuck that’s fine. If you want to suck me off, give me a hand or foot job, whatever. That part is up to you. But I will require this - I want to fuck you up the ass at least once a month. Without that I wont do this.” Veronica said, “Ok, I can work with that. But as a compromise I will require you to allow me to shit your cum out of my ass and into your mouth. And I think, since I am going to be getting you off twice a week that I should be allowed to ask you for something more, too.” “Okay, what do you got?”, I asked. She said, “I want to use you as my douche as well. I will be getting fucked all the time by my husband too, and you are going to clean his cum out of me afterwards, not to mention my menstrual juices...” I said, “That is gross.” She said, “I don’t care. If I have to get you off all the time then you need to take better care of me in return. I think I have every right to demand that from you. In fact, I might also want to make you eat your own cum every time you get off from now on, for two reasons. One is that it will make it harder for you, and two it will make it more fun for me. I had a boyfriend in high school that let me kiss him once after I gave him a bj and I spit his cum into his mouth and he swallowed it, which turned me on big time. I need to feel like that again!” I reluctantly agreed to this, but then decided to make my demands more rewording for me. I told her that, “I am not insured right now, and I want you to pay for me to buy health care. I think I might need it if I’m going to be constantly eating shit.” Veronica agreed to pay for my health care insurance, then I said I had one last requirement. “I have a foot fetish, and I want to be able to give you foot massages at least once a week. I want to be allowed to lick your feet and suck your toes…” Out of everything we have talked about leading up to this point, for Veronica, this was the extreme. She said, “Look, I hate feet and I especially hate having my feet touched. I don’t want to have to let you touch my feet.” I asked her if there was anything at all that would change her mind. She smiled and said, “You know, there is. I almost forgot to say that I want you to become our secret maid. At desecrate times of the day when you know we are both gone at work I need you to go upstairs into our house and clean up for us. Do the dishes, dust, sweep and mop the floor - all that shit. But don’t stay up there when your done. And don’t you dare eat any of our food or my husband might get suspicious. Just clean up then get the hell out of there. If you agree to this then I think I can agree on letting you lick my feet for say, 2 minutes every Monday morning - that is the only day of the week my husband is out of the house before I get up.” I said, “Ten minutes.” She said, “Five.” “Deal” I said. “I am looking forward to this. How soon can you be over?” she asked. I said, “I can move my stuff to a storage first thing tomorrow.” She said, “Great. But I need you now. Can you come over tonight?” “I’ll be there”, I said. I hung up the phone and got in my car.
Filling Up At The Gas Station - part three
I parked my car in the street a couple blocks away from her house. When I reached the door leading to the basement I silently opened it and entered the house. All of the lights were out, and I wasn’t familiar with the basement, so I just stood there and waited for Veronica to come down. It was kind of creepy down there. Time went by slowly and after about ten minutes I sat down Indian style on the floor and sent Veronica a text just to let her know that I was there. When she didn’t text me back right away I got a little worried. I could hear the television in the living room above me, so I figured that one or both of them were in there chilling. As I grew bored I grew tired, and soon I was lying down on the floor. I don’t know when I fell asleep but I was awoken when I felt an incredible pain in my sides. I looked up and to my pleasure, it was Veronica kicking me telling me to get up. I was so glad it wasn’t her husband that found me, or I would have been dead. “Get up, hurry. We don’t have much time.” I stood up and followed Veronica through a doorway to the right and into what appeared to be a really cool room with a full bar and a pool table and a couch, along with a big screen TV. She walked behind the bar and opened a cupboard door then got down on her knees. I couldn’t help but look at her ass while she was bent over, and I grew sexually exited knowing that one day I will be fucking that ass. She told me to get down on the floor. Afterward she showed me how you can push against a section of the wall (that is covered up by a mirror) and it will open like a door. “Crawl through there and keep going until you reach my upstairs bathroom. I think you’ll be able to find your way…” Then she slid back and we were both on our knees. She took my head in her hands and licked my face with one wide lick of her tongue, sliding it from my cheek to my forehead. We made eye contact and she said, “I cant wait to fill your mouth with my shit…” Following that remark she stood up and quickly ran out of the basement and back up to her husband.
I crawled though the space in the bar and closed the doors behind me. The opening on the other side of the bar was very small, and I had to crawl through it. It lead one way, towards the wall of the right side of the house. From there I was able to stand up and climb the wall, which was specifically made wide enough there for me to get through. It was also custom designed with additionally pegs for your feet to steep onto, like a ladder. There was installation on both sides of me, but I was able to avoid touching it while I climbed. When I reached the first floor there was a tiny narrow space, about 7 foot long and 4 foot wide. I would later find out that on the other side of that wall was a pantry, located near the kitchen. I noticed I could continue to make my way up the wall to the second floor, so I did. There was a opening in the wall that I was able to slide into, and after I pushed against a door inside the opening I looked out and noticed I was in a bathroom. I decided to crawl out and stand up. I was now in Veronica’s private bathroom. The hole I crawled out of was hidden away under the sink. I decided to take a seat inside her bath tub and close the curtain just I case her husband showed up. I laid there for about fifteen minutes before I heard Veronica and her husband enter there bedroom on the other side of the bathroom door. Veronica excused herself into the bathroom and after she closed the door I opened the curtain and whispered, “Hi.” Veronica saw me and told me to stay laying down in her bath tub. Next she pulled her pants all the way off and climbed into the tub with me. In no time she had her ass over my face. She let out a big fart, which proceeded a huge log that tumbled out of her ass hitting me in the face. She watched herself shit on me from between her legs and she had to hold her hand over her mouth to mute her own laughter. Then she pushed out another couple squirts of shit that landed in my hair. Now done, she grabbed some TP from the roll that she left on the bath tub and wiped her ass, dropping the disgusting paper on me, too. She climbed out of the tub and turned toward me and whispered, “Hurry up and eat that turd while I watch.” I grabbed the turd and held it up and looked at it. She said, “Hurry up. I don’t have much time.” I watched her facial expressions as I slowly brought the turd close to my mouth, and her eyes got really big. I opened my mouth a took half of it into my mouth before biting down, and when I pulled my hand away I saw Veronica jumping up and down. I chewed and chewed and swallowed. Then I finished off the rest of the shit that was in my hand. Veronica then got down on one knee so that so that she was eye level with me and whispered, “Sam, you’ve done great. If you get thirsty you can drink some water out of my toilet. Tonight you can sleep in that space on the first floor. We can talk about moving in a bed for you later. Now I have to go. Don’t get sick and throw up, alright. I want you to digest all of my shit so that it becomes a part of your body. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay. Bye.”
Veronica stood up, put her pajamas back on, then closed the shower curtain before leaving the bathroom. I decided to lay there for a few minutes to let the shit settle in my stomach. Only a minute later I heard Veronica’s voice loud and clear in the other room. She was seducing her husband. Apparently shitting into another persons mouth got her horney as hell. I stood up slowly and climbed out of the bath tube. As soon as I got on my knees and opened the door below the sink, I could her the breathing and moaning sounds of sex in there bedroom. I crawled back through the secret passage way and down to the small room on the first floor. I slept there that night on the cold hard wood floor with no blankets or pillows. If it wasn’t for the feeling of shear exhaustion I think I never would have gotten any sleep that night…
Filling Up At The Gas Station - part four
The next day I woke up and crawled out of the secret passage way and walked out of the basement door. I noticed that both of there cars were gone, so I assumed that they were both at work. I decided to go home. I walked to my car and when I got there I found a closed envelope taped to my window. I opened it up and it read, “Hey dummy, this is Veronica. I love our arrangement and I am going to do everything I can to make sure it continues for a very long time. Since your not up yet I have decided to write you this note and let you know what’s going on. It’s Monday morning, my husband and I both work today. When I get home I will leave a few presents for you under the bar in the basement. I will get in touch with you later and let you know what else I have thought up for you. Don’t throw up. Don’t you ever throw up my shit. So until later, dream of my ass, okay. Sincerely, Veronica.”
After reading that note I got into my car and drove home, changed, then went to work. I worked from 11am till 2pm (my standard shift Monday through Friday),then went back home and relaxed. I drank a lot of water and ate some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Then for the next couple of hours I packed up my stuff and made some phone calls. At about four thirty I left for Veronica’s house and arrived around a quarter to five. I had plenty of time to park my car and walk into there house before they got back. They both worked nine to five jobs. I decided to hurry into what I was calling “my place” in the secret passage way on the first floor. But before I made it I found a present for me from Veronica right under the bar where she said she would leave it. She left a note for me too, and it read, “Sam, I was hoping to get back home to see you before you left, but I was too late. I’m on my lunch break, so I don’t have much time to write this. I bought an air mattress for you, and a couple of flasks. I took the liberty to fill one up with my urine you for, so you’ll have something to drink later. I plan on carrying at least one flask on me at all times, so if I do need to pee I can do it and bring it back for you. I figure I can hold my shit when I need to, that way I can make sure that you get to eat and drink all of my bodily wastes! Go ahead and set up your bed, I’ll be back later with some more stuff for you, okay. Until then, just think about how good my shit tastes. Sincerely, Veronica.”
I took the bag and climbed up to my place. I inflated the air mattress and it was a perfect fit for the room I was in. I didn’t have any blankets or sheets to go along with it, but I figured I could get some from my apartment later. Then I opened the flask and sure enough, it was filled with urine. I put it to my lips and tried to drink it. It was very strong, almost as strong as the taste of shit, but I was determined. I took my time and just as I heard the sound of a couple of car doors closing in the drive way, I finished off the flask. After that, all I had to do was wait. I would soon realize that waiting is in fact the hardest part. I heard someone turn the TV on in the living room, and I thought to myself that that must be the husband. I soon found out I was right when I heard Veronica call my name from her bathroom. I stood up and noticed her head was looking down at me from her bathroom on the second floor. She smiled when she saw me and said, “Come on up.” I climbed the ladder wall and crawled through the secret passage way into Veronica’s bathroom. She gave me a kiss on the cheek then handed me a plastic bag. She informed me that, “Inside the bag is a walkie talkie and a door bell. I will keep one walkie talkie in my bathroom and I want you to take the other one down into your place. That way if I need to talk to you I can without you entering my house. Also, I want you to set up this door bell. Make sure the volume isn’t too loud. I only want it loud enough for you to hear it. Set it up so that the button is hidden under the sink, but in a location where I can reach it without bending over. I might need to push it while holding my shit in… This way if I need you to come up to my bathroom while my husband is in our bedroom I can let you know without having to make any noise. Remember I don’t want him to find out about you. Okay?” I nodded okay. She said, “Good. Now I have to go. Let’s do this right away, before my husband comes up here to change into his pajamas. Oh, and I almost forgot to give you this…” She reached into her purse and pulled out another flask. When she handed it to me I could tell it was full from the weight of it in my hand. “Drink this, too. I want every flask I give emptied and returned back to me the same day that I give them to you. Just leave it under the sink. Hurry, okay. I’ll be back after diner to feed you…… shit. Alright. See yah, bye.” Just like that, she was out of the room. I didn’t want to drink any more piss since I just finished the other flask, so I left it for later. Then I set up the door bell just as she instructed. It was a piece of cake, too. All I had to do was screw it into the wood under the sink. It was almost too easy. I couldn’t figure out if she bought that new or if she somehow stole it from someone’s house. I guess it doesn’t matter. After my tasks were done I went back down to my place and stared at the walls.
I could smell the food cooking in the kitchen. It seemed like a cruel and unusual punishment knowing that I would not be getting any of it, unless you count getting it shit out of someone’s ass, which I didn’t. After more time passed I started to sip on the urine in the flask. I finished a few minutes before I heard from Veronica again. She used the walkie talkie to contact me from her bathroom. I went up there and she pissed into my mouth then went on her merry way without saying anything more to me. A few hours later Veronica had returned to her bedroom with her husband, and after excusing herself to the bathroom she used the door bell to contact me. I went up there ready for what was coming to me. To my surprise, Veronica was already bare assed and in the bath tub. I climbed in behind her and went to my knees. As soon as my mouth touched her ass hole she let out a thick brown turd that shot like a bullet to the back of my mouth. I bit down to chew and the end of the turd fell from my mouth and hung from her ass, but continued to grow. After pushing out another four or five inches of shit, her turd fell onto the floor. I swallowed my mouth full and she quickly wiped her ass and dropped the paper onto the floor. She whispered to me, “Eat this crap up and get the hell out of my bathroom.” Next she climbed out of the tub and returned to her husband in the bedroom. I was disappointed that our session fell so short, and I wanted Veronica to enjoy watching me force down the shit I missed. But all I really could do was pick her turd up in my hand and bring it to my mouth. I ate her turd and her paper, stood up and left.
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