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11-07-2008, 3:15 AM
Carla's Law
by TC
Carla grunted as she strained to expel the last of her bowel movement, the extra force resulting in the feces actually exploding out of her anus in what could only be described as a "shitplosion". Sitting comfortably on the toilet seat and trying not to smell the heady odor that arose from her waste Carla studied the floor around her feet, noticing the slight traces of dust that lay around the clear footsteps that defined the path from the bathroom door to the toilet seat. It was obvious Billy had been negligent. It was even more obvious that for that, he would have to pay.
Yes, it was true that Billy must have spent over an hour exhaling warm air onto the plastic toilet seat, making sure it was just the right temperature for her delicate ass before she would even bother sitting on it. It was also true that he spent hours each day on his knees, licking up the dust that accumulated on the path from her bed to the toilet, simply because he knew she detested anything dirty. Carla was a clean freak, as long as it was someone else doing the cleaning bit. She smiled at this thought now, even as she heard him swallow the last of her fecal waste and then felt his tongue begin the task of licking her asshole clean of the shit residue.
It had taken ages to get him to perform to her satisfaction. He had to be told the same things over and over again: "Don't you dare touch my ass with your shitty tongue till you have swallowed every last trace of shit from your mouth, potty-breath!" And "so what if its diarrhea? Its not like you actually need to be healthy to be a toilet! Besides, you should be grateful to me for making it easier for you to swallow without even chewing! Let me hear it: thank you Carla!"
Sometimes she really went overboard. Like the time while trying to swallow one of her evening shits, Billy detected a piece quite tough to chew. Upon picking it out, he discovered it was a piece of gum she must have swallowed during the day. Carla insisted he pick it out of his mouthful of her body waste and save it for later. Once finished with his toilet duties, she ordered him to put it back in his mouth and chew it through the night, "to savor her taste while he wasted his time sleeping", as she put it.
He had come a long way, she mused as she strained her rectum to open her sphincter so Billy could push his toungue deeper and clean it properly. Carla didn't care that Billy had been her classmate for over a decade, or that he had a crush on her ever since he laid eyes on her. She did care, however, that he performed his toilet duties as expected. He was just another shitbag lying in her path, begging her to step over his worthless body. Carla knew her way around such people.
Carla was a highly successful lawyer in New York's second largest law firm. She had surprised everyone when 2 years ago, at the tender age of 28 she was chosen as Junior Partner, something that much senior employees had coveted for many years. They had no idea that this was Carla Massetti, the girl who had spent her life getting ahead of everyone else, and making a career out of getting her way.
Even in high school Carla had commanded respect. The fact that she was hotness personified helped her cause a lot. At 5' 9" she stood much higher than all the girls at her school, and most guys as well. If you asked her, she'd say she stood above all humanity but that was just Carla being Carla. Her dark hair, exotic look and large-for-her-age bosom made sure she got a lot attention even before reaching puberty, crossing which all hell broke loose. At 16 she was nicknamed "Sex Goddess" amongst her peers, mainly because she acted like a goddess and refused to entertain anyone looking for just sex. People talked about her in hushed tones, but never to her face. Guys who dared to cross the line and ask her out almost always got more than they bargained for. There was this one very popular incident at Bell High about the guy who tried to ask Carla out after her basketball game. In his defense, he was new to the school and had no idea she was off the market. While Carla was resting on the benches after the strenuous game, he casually walked up to her and playfully tapped the water bottle she was drinking from.
"Hey there!", Mark said charmingly.
"Can I help you?", Carla replied after a few seconds had gone by, without even looking up at him.
"I think you can, but I don't know if you will. So, will you help me?", Mark went on in his best charm-laden tone.
"I think its best for you if you stop wasting my time and move along to whatever it is that you call your pathetic excuse of an exsistence. You are also spoiling my view and I do not like it." Carla added without sounding hostile. Usually, her words were enough.
"Sure, if the view is whats got you all bothered up.....", Mark replied and sat down in the bench below the bench Carla was sitting on. He went on." I was wondering if maybe I could pick you up one of these days and we could catch a movie or something".
"You were huh? Well I'll tell you what, you help me out with something and I promise to think about it", Carla had had enough.
Mark had no idea what he was getting into, but he knew if he bagged this one he'd be set for life. Carla was the girl you spent your life trying to bed. She was the ultimate prize. If other girls saw him even sitting next to her, they'd all jump right into his lap and onto his cock. Yes, Carla was THAT hot. And even more choosy.
"Sure hun, anything you want". Unknown to himself, Mark was now officially deceased.
"I am tired, and I am hot. I have been playing in this heat for over an hour and I need to feel good. Can you make me feel good?", Carla asked, trying to sound like she cared. She had still not looked at him even once.
"Of course! Shall I get you something else to drink?", Mark was now ecstatic: Carla Massetti asking him for something!
"No, just be a good little boy and help me with my trainers. Can you pull them off for me?", Carla added, giving him a glance that sent tingles down his spine and made his dick rock hard.
Mark thought this was a little unorthodox. Take off her shoes? Maybe her feet hurt and she wanted him to rub them. He could do that, no problem. He did however wonder how dirty her feet would be, but he pushed aside that thought. This was Carla Massetti! Even rubbing her dirty feet could not be so bad....
by TC
Carla grunted as she strained to expel the last of her bowel movement, the extra force resulting in the feces actually exploding out of her anus in what could only be described as a "shitplosion". Sitting comfortably on the toilet seat and trying not to smell the heady odor that arose from her waste Carla studied the floor around her feet, noticing the slight traces of dust that lay around the clear footsteps that defined the path from the bathroom door to the toilet seat. It was obvious Billy had been negligent. It was even more obvious that for that, he would have to pay.
Yes, it was true that Billy must have spent over an hour exhaling warm air onto the plastic toilet seat, making sure it was just the right temperature for her delicate ass before she would even bother sitting on it. It was also true that he spent hours each day on his knees, licking up the dust that accumulated on the path from her bed to the toilet, simply because he knew she detested anything dirty. Carla was a clean freak, as long as it was someone else doing the cleaning bit. She smiled at this thought now, even as she heard him swallow the last of her fecal waste and then felt his tongue begin the task of licking her asshole clean of the shit residue.
It had taken ages to get him to perform to her satisfaction. He had to be told the same things over and over again: "Don't you dare touch my ass with your shitty tongue till you have swallowed every last trace of shit from your mouth, potty-breath!" And "so what if its diarrhea? Its not like you actually need to be healthy to be a toilet! Besides, you should be grateful to me for making it easier for you to swallow without even chewing! Let me hear it: thank you Carla!"
Sometimes she really went overboard. Like the time while trying to swallow one of her evening shits, Billy detected a piece quite tough to chew. Upon picking it out, he discovered it was a piece of gum she must have swallowed during the day. Carla insisted he pick it out of his mouthful of her body waste and save it for later. Once finished with his toilet duties, she ordered him to put it back in his mouth and chew it through the night, "to savor her taste while he wasted his time sleeping", as she put it.
He had come a long way, she mused as she strained her rectum to open her sphincter so Billy could push his toungue deeper and clean it properly. Carla didn't care that Billy had been her classmate for over a decade, or that he had a crush on her ever since he laid eyes on her. She did care, however, that he performed his toilet duties as expected. He was just another shitbag lying in her path, begging her to step over his worthless body. Carla knew her way around such people.
Carla was a highly successful lawyer in New York's second largest law firm. She had surprised everyone when 2 years ago, at the tender age of 28 she was chosen as Junior Partner, something that much senior employees had coveted for many years. They had no idea that this was Carla Massetti, the girl who had spent her life getting ahead of everyone else, and making a career out of getting her way.
Even in high school Carla had commanded respect. The fact that she was hotness personified helped her cause a lot. At 5' 9" she stood much higher than all the girls at her school, and most guys as well. If you asked her, she'd say she stood above all humanity but that was just Carla being Carla. Her dark hair, exotic look and large-for-her-age bosom made sure she got a lot attention even before reaching puberty, crossing which all hell broke loose. At 16 she was nicknamed "Sex Goddess" amongst her peers, mainly because she acted like a goddess and refused to entertain anyone looking for just sex. People talked about her in hushed tones, but never to her face. Guys who dared to cross the line and ask her out almost always got more than they bargained for. There was this one very popular incident at Bell High about the guy who tried to ask Carla out after her basketball game. In his defense, he was new to the school and had no idea she was off the market. While Carla was resting on the benches after the strenuous game, he casually walked up to her and playfully tapped the water bottle she was drinking from.
"Hey there!", Mark said charmingly.
"Can I help you?", Carla replied after a few seconds had gone by, without even looking up at him.
"I think you can, but I don't know if you will. So, will you help me?", Mark went on in his best charm-laden tone.
"I think its best for you if you stop wasting my time and move along to whatever it is that you call your pathetic excuse of an exsistence. You are also spoiling my view and I do not like it." Carla added without sounding hostile. Usually, her words were enough.
"Sure, if the view is whats got you all bothered up.....", Mark replied and sat down in the bench below the bench Carla was sitting on. He went on." I was wondering if maybe I could pick you up one of these days and we could catch a movie or something".
"You were huh? Well I'll tell you what, you help me out with something and I promise to think about it", Carla had had enough.
Mark had no idea what he was getting into, but he knew if he bagged this one he'd be set for life. Carla was the girl you spent your life trying to bed. She was the ultimate prize. If other girls saw him even sitting next to her, they'd all jump right into his lap and onto his cock. Yes, Carla was THAT hot. And even more choosy.
"Sure hun, anything you want". Unknown to himself, Mark was now officially deceased.
"I am tired, and I am hot. I have been playing in this heat for over an hour and I need to feel good. Can you make me feel good?", Carla asked, trying to sound like she cared. She had still not looked at him even once.
"Of course! Shall I get you something else to drink?", Mark was now ecstatic: Carla Massetti asking him for something!
"No, just be a good little boy and help me with my trainers. Can you pull them off for me?", Carla added, giving him a glance that sent tingles down his spine and made his dick rock hard.
Mark thought this was a little unorthodox. Take off her shoes? Maybe her feet hurt and she wanted him to rub them. He could do that, no problem. He did however wonder how dirty her feet would be, but he pushed aside that thought. This was Carla Massetti! Even rubbing her dirty feet could not be so bad....