Under Her Thumb - Sex Stories

Under Her Thumb

... downward journey. I am still chewing and swallowing frantically as it flaps right across my lower face. I give up completely while she piles a fourth and fifth on top. When she is done, she gets to her feet and looks down at me, laughing. ‘Oh my, if you could only see yourself now. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.’ She leaves the bathroom and comes back with a digital camera in her hand, clicking away like a professional photographer, catching me from all angles. ‘Peterson, the human ice cream cone. Ms. Saunders will enjoy these.’ I am unable to protest as my mouth is full and caked shut, and I dare not move as Ms. Pennington has instructed me not to spill anything on the floor lest I lick it up. Although I am not particularly happy with my picture being taken in this situation, I am more worried about my breathing as the warm pile of Ms. Pennington’s turds is slowly sagging down under its own weight and progressively closing my airways. I draw in air through my nose and start chewing on the shit inside my mouth. As I free my mouth, I take deep breaths and push the remaining turds in piece by piece with my fingers. It takes me twenty minutes to ingest Ms. Pennington’s load. When I’m finally done, she squats over my face again, this time facing me. ‘You’ll have to learn to eat more quickly. Ms. Saunders will not wait as patiently as I while you finish up. We’ll work on that. I realize I fed you a bit much. I didn’t go the toilet this morning when Ms. Saunders told me I would ...

... be training you, and I’ve been holding it back all day. But then, Ms. Saunders’ dumps are usually considerate. She has an enormous appetite.’ While she speaks, she starts to piss. I have forgotten to open my mouth, so the first trickle spatters on my lips. ‘You must learn to be more attentive. You know what’s coming when I am squatting over your face. I can talk and pee at the same time. Be ready next time.’ I nod, careful to keep the streaming arc of piss within the boundaries of my open mouth. It is not easy to swallow with my mouth open. Her discharge is more moderate than Ms. Saunders, both in volume and in duration, and I manage to keep up with the flow. The warm liquid, even if salty, is refreshing after the dry shitty meal. When she has emptied her bladder, Ms. Pennington gets up and hands me a pile of paper towels. ‘Here, tidy yourself up a bit before you go to the men’s room. Ms. Saunders will not allow you to wash up in her personal bathroom and she will not give you paper towels either. If you cannot manage to eat her without smearing, better have a handkerchief ready. Go now. Brush your teeth and rinse while you’re at it, and hurry back. You still have to finish up.’ I wipe my face as well as I can. Ms. Pennington does not allow me to flush the used paper towels, so I work them into a ball and take them with me. Luckily the office is as good as empty at this time. Ms. Pennington is standing by the window when I return. She takes me back into the bathroom. ‘Another ...