Under Her Thumb - Sex Stories

Under Her Thumb

... feel anymore. ‘You can go now. I’ll let you keep my present so you can enjoy it in the privacy of your home, just make sure you don’t spill any of it on the carpet on your way out. I’ll decide tomorrow what to do with you. Report to my office at ten sharp.’ She watches as I pull up my boxers over the smelly mound of shit in my lap, tuck in my shirt and close my trousers over it. I get up carefully and grab my coat. The soft shit is sagging in my pants and I shuffle to the door with my legs pressed tight together, holding the bulge up with both hands. I can feel chunks of it slide down my leg. I decide to take the stairs rather than the elevator. While the movement does not make it any easier to keep the shitty load from leaking, I most certainly do not want to run the risk of bumping into anyone in my present situation. My shoes are soaked in shit by the time I get to my car and I’m leaving a shitty trail behind, but at least the garage is empty. I race home in record time with the window down, wondering how I will we able to remove the shit stain from my seat. Once inside the apartment building, I run into Magdalene on the stairways. Just my luck, the elevator must be out again. She lives two floors above me and we dated for a while, a couple of years ago. Between boyfriends, she occasionally comes to my apartment late at night, for a hearty talk and some good time. I lower my head and rush past. There is no way she can not have noticed the state I’m in, but I don’t look ...

... back. In my apartment, I go straight to the bathroom and step into the tub. I lie down before carefully removing my pants and boxers. Although most of the shit has traveled down both my legs, a considerate amount of it is still packed on top of my genitals. Lying there, alone at last, a strange feeling beholds me. Ms. Saunders’ shit is still warm and covers me from ankles to belly button. The smell is horrendous. Yet I am neither nauseated nor horrified. There is something soothing in the warm pressure on my skin. It is almost as if Ms. Saunders were here with me. When I close my eyes, I can feel her engulfing me with her broad ass, sucking me into her asshole head first. I float happily around inside her rectum as in a warm nurturing womb. I feel like I finally belong. Returning to reality, I make a surprising discovery. All this time, from the moment Ms. Saunders displayed her cunt for me, my dick has not slackened in size nor firmness. Right now it is twitching in my lap, breaking through the layer of shit in which it lies immersed. I cannot resist the temptation. I grab it with my right hand. Shit squishes between my fingers as I rub my dick softly. Immediately, my hips start jerking and I explode in the most intense climax I have ever had in my life. Thick globs of cum shoot up to the ceiling and drip back down onto my face and chest. What is even more amazing, when my body finally relaxes my dick never lapses, it remains as hard as ever. I close my eyes and float on a ...