The Shitty Four Day Weekend

 

As his plane touched down at Hartsfield-Jackson Airport, Chris Jones had a huge knot in his stomach.  It wasn’t nerves, however, that had his stomach doing flips.  Well, not entirely nerves.  The knot in his stomach was literal.  For three days, Chris hadn’t taken a shit.  He wasn’t constipated, well, not in the traditional sense of the word.  He’d been given a directive to take Imodium for three days, a medicine typically used by people with diarrhea to help solidify “things” so that he would be prepared for a special weekend of fetish play.  He was wearing a moderately sized butt plug as well to sort of keep everything where it should be and prevent any untimely accidents.   He was also backed-up, so to speak, because he had been in chastity for two full weeks and not allowed to cum. 

 

All the erotic forces in the Universe were aligned, working together to keep him buzzing with anticipation and arousal.  Every step he took, every jostle of turbulence from the plane was a source of stimulation, causing the black butt plug in his ass to rub on his prostate and keep his cock leaking.  His ass was full of poop pushing its way to come out and having all that shit impeded by a blockage that was stretching his slutty fuckhole heightened every sensation.  His balls were obscenely full of cum and add to the mix his musings about what would happen when he finally met the Domme of his dreams, it was the perfect recipe for making him hornier than he’d been in a very long time, maybe ever. 

 

What sort of kinky sex play requires its participants to have full bowels, you might ask?  Well, the kind that can only satisfy the cravings of a true shit pig.  Chris was just that sort of animal.  He loved shit.  It was his greatest source of sexual arousal.  With two days off and two days’ vacation, he was pretty sure he was going to be in for a nasty treat or two, three if he was really lucky.  He was meeting with Scottie Lowe, and she had promised to put him through his shitty paces.  She’d stated emphatically that nothing involving shit was off the table.  He didn’t know what exactly what that meant but he was pretty sure it was going to be intense, and really fucking depraved. 

 

The intense heat of Georgia ain’t nothing to fuck with and as soon as he stepped out of the airport, a wave of humidity and sweltering heat hit him like nothing he had ever experienced before.  He was drenched in sweat in seconds.  If it was this hot at 10 o’clock in the morning, he thought, he didn’t even want to think about what it would feel like at 3 in the afternoon.  Nonetheless, he’d sent her a text the second the plane touched down as he’d been instructed to do and the reply was that she was going to have a driver pick him up and bring him to the hotel where they were meeting.  She’d texted the room number and told him to come directly to the room. 

 

There, at the curb, in plain sight for everyone to see, was a driver dressed in black slacks and a white dress shirt with a skinny, black tie straight from the eighties and a sign that said “Asswipe” in big, bold, brown lettering.  Chris glanced nervously around to see who else might have seen the sign and, much to his dismay and embarrassment, everyone seemed to be staring at who was going to respond to the sign, parents shielded their children’s eyes in disgust, and everyone seemed to be whispering and pointing.  He froze, feeling the pangs of humiliation and took a deep breath.  “Ha, ha, ha,” he said nervously, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, “My brother always calls me . . . he’s so funny . . . I’m in town for his wedding.  Aww man, it’s really hot here.” 

 

The driver’s blond hair looked wet and it was hard to tell if it was from product or from the insufferable heat that was causing him to sweat.  He held the back door to the town car open and everyone seemed to go on about their business, not caring about the sign or Chris just that quickly.  “Mistress informs me that she will be needing my services for the next four days.  I’m to take you to the hotel now and be on standby for later this evening.  Will you require anything that you will need me to pick up for you?” 

 

Chris mumbled that he would be fine and he sank back into the cushioned leather seat and enjoyed the air conditioning.  The drive was only about 15 minutes.   He had hoped it would take a bit longer as his nerves were making him want to head back to the airport and go back to the safety of upstate NY where he could wallow in his depravity alone.  This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and he knew it so as they pulled up to the front of the luxury hotel, he swallowed hard, grabbed his bag, and headed to the 14^th floor suite as he had been directed. 

 

He knocked softly.  Within seconds, the door opened and there she stood.  Chris’ heart melted. He was in the presence of the woman he had spent so much time talking to on the phone, fantasizing about, the woman who knew his deepest, darkest secrets better than anyone on earth. She was all that he had hoped for and more.  She was absolutely lovely.  Her cocoa brown skin glowed and her short, curly hair framed her face and her smile was slightly intoxicating.  “Hi, I’m Chris,” he began to say but he was interrupted. 

 

“I know, silly,” she said as she held the door open wider and invited him in.  “Hurry, I have to take a shit and I can’t hold it a second more.” 

 

Never in his life had Chris expected the very first words out of Scottie’s mouth, with her sweet, seductive voice, to say what she did in the first five seconds of their meeting.  He wondered if he was up for whatever was in store for him and he crossed the threshold of the room and pushed his bag to the side of the doorway as it slammed behind him.  Dressed in a sporty grey knit graphic t-shirt and matching mini skirt, she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the living room section of the room where a thick plastic sheet had been laid on the floor in anticipation of his arrival.  

 

Quickly, he laid down on the floor and before he knew what was happening, Scottie lifted the back of her mini skirt, placed her feet on either side of his torso, and squatted down with her ass inches from his face.  Everything was happening too fast.  He had been in her presence for 30 seconds, probably less than that, and she was already taking a dump on him.  Before he could even ask a question to find out what he was supposed to do, she took a deep breath, made a small, dainty grunt, and her asshole opened up and a torrential wave of shit came pouring out. 

 

Chris opened his mouth and watched as feces came out of her asshole like a soft serve ice cream machine.  The stench of her poop was toxic, like something had crawled inside her and died.  That turned Chris on even more than he could have possibly imagined.  The crackling sound of her shit slowed down and some light brown, soft shit clung desperately to her asshole.  

 

“Wow, that felt amazing.  I’ve been doing this juice detox and taking these herbal pills . . . something-something intestinal formula.  I can’t remember the exact name right this second but I can tell you that the results have been phenomenal to say the least.  It’s really cleaning me out.”  She was light-hearted and casual in her conversation, as if she was discussing the weather, not the fact that she had just done the most intimate, personal, private thing in the world not only in front of someone she barely knew but on him, on his face.  In his wide open mouth in fact.  “Oh damn, it stinks.  Yecchh!   You stay right there.  I need to go get cleaned up.” 

 

An Olympic gymnast couldn’t have made a more perfect dismount as she swung her leg over him and stood up and made her way to the bathroom.  “Oh, and precious boy, don’t eat any, okay?  Don’t you dare even chew!  Stay exactly like that until I come back.”  And just like that, she closed the bathroom door and left him lying there with shit all over his face, overflowing out of his mouth onto his cheeks, fully dressed, and his butt plug creating all sorts of erotic sensations in his ass.  He had taken off his chastity device before he left home to make it through the metal detectors at the airport so that allowed his cock to be engorged with blood and he was rock hard and ready to explode.  Chris was positive he had never experienced anything so humiliating in his entire life.  A woman he had just met in person had just shit on him and left him with his face covered in an obnoxious-smelling pile of turds, all within the first three minutes of their meeting. 

 

Her shit was literally making his mouth water.  Saliva had formed in his mouth and he tried to swallow it but he couldn’t without swallowing any shit so he willed himself to remain as still as possible.  If only his cock wasn’t seconds away from shooting.  He squeezed it through his jeans to try to keep it under control but he had no such luck.  He heard the water of the shower running and he panicked knowing that he wasn’t allowed to eat the shit that he so desperately wanted to consume and not having a clue how long he would have to remain frozen in that position.  The fact that Scottie had definitively treated him like nothing more than a human toilet, the realization of his wildest fantasies come true, was a bit more than he could stand.  The humiliation of the entire scene made him start inhaling the noxious fumes of her divine shit and he had no choice.  He opened the fly of his jeans and pulled out his cock.  He didn’t have any lube but he didn’t need any either.  Precum was pouring from his piss-slit like a fountain. 

 

As soon as he stroked his throbbing cock one time he knew he had made a terrible mistake.  The pleasure was indescribable, too intense for words.  He had already reached the point of no return and there was no turning back.  He was huffing the fumes, and his taste buds were overwhelmed.  The image of Scottie’s ass, the image of the shit coming out of her puckered hole, was seared forever in his brain, the stench, not to mention the pressure in his own asshole . . . he moaned and stroked and involuntarily started to chew.  He savored the priceless delicacy, the shit of a Black woman, like it was the world’s most expensive and rare caviar.  And in many ways, it was.  He had no choice but to swallow it all, every morsel.  There was no way he could stop himself and he stroked his cock faster, pounding his meat furiously as he shot loads of cum on his chest and torso and the final few spurts covered his fingers. 

 

Clearing her throat from the bathroom door, Scottie said, “We aren’t getting off to a very good start, are we?”  She folded her arms across her chest and didn’t have to say anything else.  Chris felt consumed with shame and regret. 

 

His male ego wouldn’t allow him to apologize.  “I couldn’t control myself.  I’ve been fantasizing about this since I first read your profile on Fetlife,” he stated with a considerable amount of shit still caked in his mouth and on his teeth and all over his face. 

 

“Ughhhh, go take a shower and get cleaned up. You smell like a fucking toilet in a bus station.  Disgusting!”  She was dressed in a fluffy hotel bathrobe this time and she stood in the doorway of the bathroom.  She certainly didn’t seem irrational or pissed off.  Her tone seemed stern but not overly so, it was more like that of a nurturing mother: loving but disappointed. 

 

Chris got up and grabbed his travel case and wheeled it to the bathroom.  He had to squeeze past her in the doorway and he didn’t dare make eye contact.  The door closed behind him and he stood in front of the mirror and looked at the foul mess on his face, the shit impacted between his teeth, coating his tongue.  Immediately, he got hard again.  He posed like a fashion model in the mirror, sticking out his tongue and admiring at how the shit coated his teeth and gums.  He turned on the shower and got undressed.  He could have easily jerked off again, his recovery time was like a teenager when it had anything to do with eating a Black woman’s shit.  His mind was racing, thinking about every single thing that had happened . . . in the last ten minutes.

 

Emerging from the steam-filled bathroom, Chris smelled vaguely of lavender, or citrus, or whatever those tiny hotel soaps smell like, and the room smelled of some sort of apple cinnamon air freshener.  The dirty plastic tarp had been replaced with another, clean one.  He didn’t dress, he simply wrapped the towel around him so that he could show off the body he worked so diligently at keeping in shape, that he was proud to show off, unsure of what to do next.    He tried to push his cock down to hide it but there was no use.  He was still horny and there was no way to obscure that fact so he just let his proverbial freak flag fly, at full mast. 

 

The hotel suite certainly wasn’t the low budget kind made infamous by people recording their amateur hot wife porn.  No, sir.  This was the kind that had a small kitchenette with a full fridge, a cooktop and dishwasher, a dining room table for two, a desk, a pull out sleeper sofa, a coffee table that had been pushed out of the way to make space for a play area, a chest of drawers, and a fluffy king-sized bed with a thousand pillows that looked like it was three or four feet off the ground, famed by two contemporary night stands.  Chris sat on the sofa in silence.  Scottie looked like a vision floating around the room with such ease in her bare feet and bathrobe.  For a second, Chris thought that this might all be a dream, that this couldn’t possibly be real, but it was.  She asked him about his flight and made small talk while she tinkered around in the kitchen.  At least he thought it was small talk, he really couldn’t be sure because he was so god damn horny and distracted she could have been telling him that she had discovered the cure for cancer while searching for the meaning of life and he wouldn’t have heard a word.  All he could think about was the three days’ worth of shit he was barely holding in that was desperate to come out and when he might be able to eat more of that delicious shit of hers.  At least in his mind, it registered as delicious. 

 

“Here, take these,” she said as she handed him some brown-colored capsules.  He hesitated.  He wanted to object and at the very least ask what they were but he opted to keep his mouth shut because he knew he was going to get some form of punishment for disobeying her previous instructions.  He took the bottle of water she handed him and swallowed the pills without a word. 

 

“Christopher!”  He was snapped out of his daze when she called his full name as she often would do on their late night phone calls.  “I can’t have a conversation with myself.  You have to say something.”  On the phone it was different.  He was in the comfort of his own home, he was in familiar surroundings, he was safe.  Here, with her, he was intimidated by her physical presence and the ease with which she had orchestrated everything that had happened thus far.  To Chris, it really did seem as if he was trying to have a conversation with Beyonce, about eating her shit of all things. 

 

Sitting on the sofa next to him, she pulled her leg up underneath her and turned her body towards him.  He could clearly see her exposed pussy and he wanted to fall to his knees and start licking it but he knew he would never be allowed such an honor.  Moving his eyes upwards, he could see the outline of her breasts as the robe gaped open in the front.  She knew exactly what she was doing by teasing him and yet she conversed with him as if it were nothing.  In a short time, Chris was able to calm his nerves and talk freely, like they had done so many times late at night on the phone.  They spoke as if they were friends.  She was just as down to earth as she had always been and Chris marveled at how comfortable she was in her role as a shit Domme and how she didn’t seem conflicted or tormented by her affinity for shit play at all. 

 

After a couple of hours of free-flowing and effortless conversation that seemed more like mere minutes to Chris, Scottie declared, “I’m hungry.  How about some lunch?”  She got up and moved to the bed and unzipped her bag and pulled out a little black dress.  She undid her robe and let it fall to the floor as Chris audibly gasped in awe.  She stepped into the dress and slid it up her fine, brown frame and said, “Would you be a dear?”  She turned, indicating that she needed assistance with the zipper in the back.  With no bra, and more importantly, no panties, she signaled for Chris to finish helping her get dressed.  She pulled out a pair of sexy black high heeled shoes and slid them on and she looked like she was ready to walk a red carpet in record time. 

 

Chris stood and his towel honestly accidentally fell.  His cock stuck straight out in front of him and he hesitated for a second as to whether he should cover his nakedness or not.  He opted not to.  It felt more perverted to be fully nude and hard in front of her.  His hands trembled as he slowly zipped her dress and his cock was millimeters from her round, full ass.  She did a sexy little twirl and asked how she looked and all he could do was give a thumbs up. 

 

The thought of eating didn’t sound very appealing to Chris as he was still carrying the enormous load of shit that had been in his guts for three full days.  It hurt and turned him on at the same time.   Scottie, as if reading his mind, moved behind him and gently pushed on his shoulders so that he ended up with his face on the bed and his ass sticking out.  She inspected his butt plug, nudging it, pulling on slightly, pushing it in deeper causing it to displace the ton of shit in his colon that was desperate for escape.  Chris moaned. She was toying with him and it was such a fucking turn on for him.  She cautioned him to be careful and she slowly pulled out the butt plug, causing him to moan and want to jerk his cock again as he did his level best to keep from taking a dump all over her expensive shoes. While the fattest part of the plug was relatively clean, the head was covered in shit.  “Hmmm, look what we have here,” she cooed as she waved it in front of his face.  His first instinct was to lick and suck it but he knew better.  She reached in her bag and tossed him an adult diaper and told him to hurry and get dressed as she was starving and wanted something to eat. 

 

They rode the elevator to the ground floor and just as he stepped out into the lobby, his stomach started gurgling loudly.  LOUDLY!  Scottie giggled.  “Oh, it sounds like the intestinal cleanse pills are working on you already,” and she linked her arm in his like they were a couple and they braved the stifling heat.  Chris hesitated; he wasn’t used to seeing interracial couples in real life.  Of course he had seen them on TV and maybe tens of thousands of interracial couplings in porn, but in real life he only saw a mixed race couple once every blue moon and even then, 10 times out of 10, when he did see an interracial couple it was a Black man with a white woman, at least in his neck of the woods.  He felt like everyone was staring at them, judging him, but this time no one noticed or cared. 

 

They walked a short distance to a restaurant that was on the grounds of The Botanical Gardens.  There was a wall of glass in the restaurant that faced the florae and vegetation and the view was breathtaking, in every conceivable way.  Chris ordered a salad and picked at it.  Scottie ordered a salad as well, AND blackened salmon, and a loaded baked potato, and the vegetable medley, and she ate every bite of her tiramisu for dessert.  Every mouthful she took Chris fantasized about what it would taste like after her digestive system had recycled it. 

 

When she had finished her meal, Chris signaled for the check and as he stood up, he was hit with crippling, debilitating gas pains and a need to vacate his bowels immediately.   “I have to go to the bathroom.   NOW!”  He was quiet so the other patrons at the restaurant couldn’t hear him but he needed to convey a sense of urgency to make sure she understood that he only had seconds, not minutes before he made a complete mess.   

 

“OK, sweet boy.  Let’s go.”  Chris clenched his ass cheeks together as tight as he possibly could and hobbled out behind her, clearly in discomfort.  The shade of the trees in the garden provided a bit of respite from the smoldering heat, actually the breeze made it feel quite lovely.  Scottie walked one or two steps ahead of him and stopped on an adorable little bridge that looked like it was straight out of a Zen fairy tale.  Chris had tears in his eyes as he joined her.  She took his arms and placed them around her and she embraced him simultaneously as she leaned her back against the railing and she pulled him close, like she was going to kiss him.   She whispered in his ear, “Shit for me.”

 

Chris didn’t need to be told again.  He couldn’t hold it back if he tried.  There, in the park, surely in view of any passersby, he started to shit.   As badly as he had to go, he had to push and grunt and strain to get that first huge turd out.  It was massive, hard, and thick and he could feel it between the cheeks of his ass as it pushed its way out.  It hurt coming out but something about it hurting made it feel oh so good too.  He wondered momentarily if it was as thick as one of his larger anal dildos; it felt gigantic.  The sensation as it pushed out his hole was mind-blowing; he wished he could see what it looked like.  The rest of his shit was softer and it quickly filled up the diaper as it sought space to occupy.  The shit didn’t stop.  He kept shitting.  The relief was out of this world.  His arousal exceeded anything he had ever experienced before.  The panic and fear that there would be too much shit for the diaper and he would shit his pants for everyone to see paralyzed him.  If it weren’t for Scottie rubbing his back with her soft hands, pressing her sexy body against his, whispering in his ear for him to push all that nasty shit out, telling him what a pervert he was, he would have run away in fear and shame.  Something about her, about her power over him made him stand there until he had filled his diaper to full capacity. 

 

“Good boy,” she said and she kissed him on the cheek.  He wondered briefly how fucked up he had to be to be turned on by such depravity, in public no less, but he couldn’t think too hard about it as he pissed and he could feel the warm shit around his balls and covering his cock and he almost came without touching his cock. 

 

For as long as he could remember, Chris had been turned on by shit.  His earliest memories of masturbating involved touching his asshole, then fingering it, then finding household items to put in it when he jerked off. That quickly evolved into smelling them when he took them out, and eventually licking them clean when they had brown streaks.  It wasn’t long before he was fingering his ass before and after he shit and soon he was shitting on a towel in his bedroom and getting down on the floor to smell it while he would masturbate and shoot his load on the pile of shit.  The need to taste his shit grew stronger and stronger, becoming an obsession, until he graduated from just licking it to chewing it and finally, one day when he was really horny and pulling his cock, he swallowed a mouthful of shit and shot the hardest load of his life.  From that moment on, he was hooked on shit.  Everything about shit aroused him.  He’d never mention it to lovers because he just knew in his heart that they would think he was a monster and a freak.  He’d even deny exactly how much he liked shit to the pro Dommes he would hire to take a dump in his mouth, minimizing the scope and range of his fetish because at his core he was ashamed of how much he was turned on by it.  For as much as Scottie seemed comfortable and integrated with her shit domination, Chris was compartmentalized and disconnected from his shit submission. 

 

The truth was, every day, Chris Jones would get a hardon when he took a shit; the smell immediately gave him wood every single time.  Every day, when he took a shower, he would finger his asshole repeatedly.  Whenever he fucked himself with his toys, he wanted them to come out streaked with shit so he could lick them clean and fantasize about a real big black cock in his mouth, being “forced” to clean it after it ravaged his asshole.  He would go to public restrooms and sit in the stalls and jerk his cock and think about who might have taken a shit there previously, listening to see if he could hear anyone fart and grunt and push out a big turd as he stroked his cock in silence, praying that someone would forget to flush.  They never did. 

 

Chris adored shit.  He couldn’t even admit to himself that he loved it as much as he did because he was so used to pretending that he was regular and vanilla and offended by anything that society would consider disgusting.  He remembered vividly that when the “Two Girls and a Cup” video was circulating, he pretended to be outraged and disgusted in front of all his co-workers all the while knowing he’d watched and jerked off to scat porn for years. 

 

He couldn’t remember exactly when he became obsessed with interracial sex but it was a long, long time ago.  Mostly, he jerked off to porn with Black men fucking white women.  His anal obsession, rather his anal addiction had him spending hundreds of dollars, thousands over the years, on big black dildos, imagining himself getting fucked and pounded in his ass-pussy like the women in porn.  There was a disconnect in his brain that allowed him to believe that the color of the dildos he bought was inconsequential and had nothing to do with his desire to be fucked by black men.  But when he was horny and ramming those huge fuckers in his ass, that’s exactly what he craved.  Daytime Chris was entirely convinced that he was the only white man alive who craved interracial sex even though the evidence was there in plain sight that it was a huge obsession for millions and millions of white men.  Nighttime Chris wanted to be the faggot, pussy-ass, cock-sucking, shit-eating toilet for . . . well, let’s just say the most disenfranchised portion of the African American community (although that’s most certainly not the word he used when he was horny). 

 

In public, in front of his family and friends and co-workers, Chris towed the standard racist line, adding his obvious disgust and disdainful commentary for anyone who even hinted at Black pride or an unwillingness to conform to conventional standards of whiteness.  He wanted all his peers to know that he was a regular, good ole white guy so he made sure to pour it on extra thick when there was anything in the news that talked about Black Lives Matter so that nobody would suspect that Black Cocks Battered . . . his slutty asshole every night of the week, twice on Sundays.   That didn’t stop him from making sure that all of his friends who came over to watch the game knew definitively that all Black men were good for was sports, and he would add target practice if he was particularly intoxicated and feeling full of himself.  It never once occurred to him that his buddies all had extensive black dildo collections and they were all espousing racist bravado to cover up their lust for big black cocks as well. 

 

At some point in his life, the shit of Black women became his obsession.  His lust for Black women grew out of admiration and attraction but certainly not respect.  Even though he couldn’t articulate it, even though he had never put the pieces together in his own mind, he believed Blacks were inferior so that made eating a Black woman’s shit particularly nasty, akin to eating . . . say . . . a dog’s shit, something utterly disgusting and foul.  Every time he thought about it however his dick would get rock hard.  That Pavlovian association alone was enough for his conscious mind to reconcile that he was attracted to Black women, their beauty, but he didn’t date Black women.  He dated white women.  He wanted to marry a white woman.  OK, he wanted to marry a white woman who got savagely fucked by big-dicked Black men but that’s besides the point.  Black women, for Chris, were his secret fetish and their shit was his secret-secret ultimate turn on.  He’d gone to pros over the years to satisfy his shit lust but what he really wanted was to find a Black woman who was as turned on by using his mouth like a sewer as much as he was eager to eat her shit every single solitary god damn day.  Twice on Sundays. 

 

Looking into her beautiful eyes, feeling her warm, sexy body pressed against him, feeling several pounds of shit between the cheeks of his ass and covering his cock and balls, he was pretty sure that Scottie was just that Black woman.  She wasn’t backing away or acting horrified or expressing remorse or regret.  In fact, she was turned on by his public shit episode and that turned Chris on even more.   She was encouraging him: telling him how proud she was of him for being so nasty, explaining to him that she was going to take him back to the hotel room and change his diaper like the dirty little boy he was.  In that moment, something in his brain clicked and he was in the ultimate sub space.  He was a feral, dirty, nasty shit whore who craved being debased, humiliated, degraded, and wallowing in filth like he needed it to live. 

 

They strolled arm in arm back to the hotel.  Outside, even though people were passing by, Chris was distracted and horny enough to pretend that they couldn’t smell anything, or if they did, they would never have assumed it was him and he was dressed neatly and he had this really sexy Black woman on his arm.  That is, she was on his arm right up until the moment that they approached the valet stand of the hotel and she dropped his arm and walked in front of him like she didn’t even know who he was.  As he entered the revolving door of the hotel, pure adrenalin set in.  He was afraid to walk too slowly because he knew that people would be able to tell he had shit his pants but he couldn’t walk too fast because he was sure shit was going to fall out his pants legs.  He got to the elevator and Scottie stood there, staring straight ahead, waiting patiently.  As the next elevator arrived, she said, “You take the next one.  I’ll meet you in the room.” 

 

Chris could have died. This was the most embarrassing thing he had ever experienced in his life.  If only his fucking cock would go down.  Chris loved humiliation and this was pushing all his buttons.  He was in the middle of the most erotic day of his life.  The next elevator came and as luck would have it, it was empty, which was nothing less than a miracle for the middle of the afternoon and for a hotel that was so heavily trafficked.  He was almost home free.  Home free, that is, until the elevator door opened on the 12^th floor and a maid, a small dark skinned Black woman who looked to be in her mid-30s pushed her cart on.   There was no 13^th floor and she didn’t push another button so she was going to the same floor as he was.  The doors hadn’t even closed all the way before she audibly gagged at the stench.  She covered her mouth and nose with her hand and she didn’t even try to hide her disgust.  Chris was mortified and aroused. 

 

The maid pushed her cart out and made a mad dash for the linen room that was directly across from the elevator.  She used her key card to open it and he could clearly hear her say in a thick southern accent, “Oh my God!  What the hell,” before the door closed!  Chris waddled down the hallway, trying to make sure no shit fell out and knocked on the door softly.  “One minute,” Scottie responded. 

 

It was actually more like two minutes she made him wait this time.  Two of the longest minutes of his entire life. Involuntarily, Chris moved his hand to the back of his pants and felt the huge load filling them.  He could tell that shit was everywhere.  At the other end of the hall, a door opened and a Latino couple emerged and made their way to the elevator.  Chris stared straight ahead at the door and knocked again.  He glanced in their direction and smiled nervously and they returned the pleasantries but really didn’t pay too much attention to him.  As the elevator doors opened and they stepped inside, he could hear the guy say, “Dios mio, someone ripped a nasty fart in here,” and they disappeared from view. 

 

Chris’ knock became more insistent.  “Please, let me in!  Please! I’m really sorry about before.” Again, he couldn’t be too loud because he didn’t want to be overheard by guests in the neighboring rooms but he was making his plea in pure desperation.  He had stunk up the hallway and anyone who opened their door would know definitely that he hadn’t just farted but he had shit his pants.  He was squeezing his hard cock through his pants, cupping the huge load in the back of his pants, and begging at the door to be let in.  He felt so out of control, so stimulated, so desperate for this level of humiliation.

 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened.  Instantly, all his fears were gone and he was back in supreme sub space again.  Something about her sweet and innocent beauty combined with the fact that Chris knew that she was the most depraved women he’d ever met made him pliant and malleable to her whims. 

 

She blocked his entry to the room with her hand firmly against his chest.  He panicked!  She pinched his nipple, twisted it and it made him whimper and his cock drip.  “Are you going to obey my commands, Christopher?” 

 

Chris nodded but his eyes conveyed his true response.  “Yes, Ma’am.”  He was captive to her every desire.  He would do whatever she wanted, whatever she said, without question.  He was her shit pig, he belonged to her, his soul was hers to do with what she pleased.  Chris would follow her to the ends of the earth if she wanted.  And he would eat every morsel of her shit along the way. 

 

She let him in the room and he thanked her profusely.  He was talking rapidly about the elevator ride and the maid and the couple who got on the elevator after him when he noticed that there was another thick, plastic sheet on the bed.  Wipes, latex gloves, a basin of soapy water, wash cloths, and baby powder were on the night stand.  It was a changing station.  This time he didn’t have to be told exactly what to do, he knew exactly what he was supposed to do and he made his way to the bed and dropped his pants.  Much to his surprise, the diaper had contained all the shit and piss but it was stretched beyond its limits for sure.  For a brief second he speculated that if the adult diaper company figured out a way to advertise that their product could hold the results of enormous amounts of public pissing or pooping without any leaks or accidents they would fly off the shelves. 

 

Scottie, still wearing her sexy black dress, waved her hand and signaled for him to lay down on the plastic sheet while she put on the blue medical gloves.  Chris sat and the hard, thick turd pushed against his asshole and the softer shit moved further up the back of the diaper.  He had to wiggle around to get all the way on the pallet of towels and he was smashing and mashing shit all over his ass in the process.  Scottie ripped open the sides of the diaper and looked proud as she saw the volume of poop that filled the diaper.  Chris wanted to see how much shit he’d made but instead he watched her intently as his cock bobbed up and down with its new found freedom.  She seemed immune to the smell, like it didn’t smell offensive to her.  Chris wondered if the smell of shit turned her on as much as it did him.

 

“Impressive.  That’s three days’ worth?  Next time we’ll try for four.”  Chris moaned at the thought of a next time and huffed his own stench.  “Shit jerk for me,” she demanded, without the tiniest bit of hesitation!

 

Chris didn’t vacillate for a second.  He didn’t use shit as lube often because he didn’t have the privacy that it required with his mother living with him but he loved the feel of warm shit squishing in his fingers as he used it to beat his meat.  He held up his legs obscenely and reached past his balls and got some of the soft shit and started stroking his hard cock and staring directly at Scottie.  Scottie pushed his legs back further. 

 

The big, hard turd was still amazingly in good shape.  It was only about four inches in length, well, what was left of it, but it was thick and hard and sturdy.  She picked it up and held it to his lips.  “Open,” she demanded and Chris whimpered as he stroked his cock harder.  He was going to cum.  It was knobby and covered with the softer shit but he could see the bumps and ridges of an enormous shit pacifier.  He opened his mouth wide and she forced it in his mouth.  It almost didn’t fit it was so thick.  Everything was turning him on but the most arousing part was the fact that Scottie didn’t take her eyes off of his.  She was communicating with him without words, telling him that she loved him being such a nasty, filthy pig.  She was watching him do something that filled him with shame and arousal.  She was seeing him at his filthiest and most disgusting state of excitement and that . . . well, it was almost too much for his little brain to compute. 

 

With his mouth packed full of shit, Chris couldn’t speak so he moaned, grunted, and whimpered.  He sucked the hard turd and stroked his cock harder.  He was grinding his ass in the filth of his full diaper and ready to explode.  But he didn’t.  “Stop!”  Her command was clear, concise, and there was no questioning her intent. 

 

It took every ounce of strength in his body to stop stroking his cock and sucking his turd.  His new-found desire to please Scottie was stronger than his perversion so he stopped immediately.  She took the turd from his mouth and threw it in away.   Scottie grabbed his wrist and proceeded to clean the shit from his hand like a mother who had caught her son with his hand in the cookie jar.  She instructed Chris to grab his ankles and hold his legs up, much like a porn star getting ready to get gangbanged, and she proceeded to clean him up, using more than a dozen soothing wipes and filling up the small waste basket with the soiled diaper.  His asshole was tender from pushing out that monster shit and every time she touched it, it sent chills up his spine.  Her touch was sensual and she intentionally stroked his hard dick sensually as she cleaned him with soap and warm water. 

 

“There you go.  Now, go take a shower and get all cleaned up, sweetie.”  She took off her gloves and threw them in the small trash can and tied the bag up as Chris made his way to the bathroom to clean himself of the stench of shit for the second time that day. 

 

Once he was cleaned and dressed again, it was again time for them to hit the city streets again.  Her driver, whose name was Todd, was waiting for them and he took them to her condo.  She invited Chris in to wait for her while she responded to a few emails and puttered around doing what appeared to be small work related tasks.  He glanced in the bedroom and noticed that it had a large cage in the corner he assumed was for BDSM play.  Either that or she had a really big fucking dog somewhere. Feeling more comfortable, feeling relaxed in fact, Chris posited, “I assume you do all your shit play in hotels, am I right?  You don’t want your home to be a . . . well . . . a toilet, right?” 

 

She smiled. 

 

Scottie excused herself and went to the bedroom and closed the door.  She emerged a few minutes later even more stunning than she was before.  The black dress had been replaced with a red one and red patent leather heels.  Her lipstick even matched her outfit.  Chris couldn’t help but be aroused, but this time his lust was fueled by his urges as a man to fuck an incredibly sexy woman.  He knew that wasn’t going to happen but that didn’t stop his fantasies of pounding her pussy and making her scream and moan and call out his name as she came all over his cock. 

 

They continued on with their activities.  The driver took them to a spa where Chris sat patiently as he watched her get a pedicure with her toes painted red to match her dress.  It seemed pretty obvious to anyone who cared to observe that he was not her boyfriend but rather a companion.  Next stop was a bakery where she ordered a birthday cake for her niece and she asked for Chris’ opinion and feedback.  She referred to him as sweet boy in front of everyone and that kept him horny and dripping.  He was buzzing with sexual energy.  This was easily the most erotic day of his entire life and it wasn’t even dark yet. 

 

It was dinner time and now Chris was starving.  He’d emptied out all that shit and his stomach was ready for a meal, not a salad. As the sun set, they dined and he had a 14 oz. steak with all the trimmings, she ate sushi, and they both drank freely.  Chris marveled at how well they were getting along outside of a sexual context.   She was so amiable, so sweet.  But nothing could erase the vision of her pulling her skirt up and taking a shit in his mouth seconds after meeting him.  He stayed hard all evening. 

 

After dinner, as they climbed in the back seat of the car, Scottie told Todd to take them to Insurection.  From the name, Chris could tell it had something to do with sex and he grabbed his cock to shift it and push it down.  As they pulled into the parking lot, he saw that it was some sort of sex emporium that sold toys and DVDs.  It wasn’t a dive but it wasn’t a classy joint either and Scottie stuck out like a sore thumb.  Every head in the place turned as they walked in, the red dress that hugged all her sexy curves being the center of attention.  Chris followed her to the back of the store and like a gentleman he pushed open a door for her that led to a back area with video booths and glory holes.  He knew immediately that he was going to be on his knees for her. 

 

Scottie was brazen.  She found a small room and stood at the door and told Chris to go in.  She was the guard, the sexual sentinel who would approve or disapprove of anyone who was to go into the adjacent cubicle.  She didn’t seem uncomfortable or afraid at all.  Men gathered around but stood back.  She signaled for one particular black guy to come forward and he did.  She whispered in his ear and he nodded his agreement and entered the adjoining room.  Chris was already on his knees and ready to suck some cock when a big black ass was presented in the large hole.  He immediately spread the ass cheeks open and saw a hairy, dark shithole.  He sniffed it. It didn’t smell bad at all. It smelled clean, freshly bathed.  Just as he was about to dive in, the door opened and Scottie squeezed in. 

 

“Undress,” she commanded and Chris pulled off his shirt and started undoing his pants almost before she could get the word out of her mouth.  Nude, he was salivating and waiting for the command to lick that black asshole in front of him.  He had no idea who it was, what they looked like.  All he knew was he wanted to suck that asshole for his Goddess.  And that’s what he did.  He sucked that shithole like a nasty slut.  He tried to get his tongue in there as deep as it would go.  Scottie stroked his shoulders, rubbed his shaved head, played with his nipples.  She encouraged him to eat that black asshole like he was a starving refugee. 

 

The guy getting his ass sucked was clearly enjoying it and he was verbal and unapologetic about it.  “Fuck yeah.  Make that nasty white boy suck my dirty shit hole.  Yeah, dig in there.  Suck that shit out.”  That’s exactly what Chris was trying to do.  He wanted shit.

 

What he got was not shit but a huge load of cum.  The guy turned around and rammed his dick through the hole and Chris dove for it as it started spurting semen.  The guy pulled up his pants and was gone in seconds.  Scottie went out and selected another guy to repeat the same thing.  This time, she fingered Chris’ asshole while he was making a feast of the second guy’s butt.  She worked lube in his anus to make it slippery and wet while he was licking that strange black shithole.  He slobbered and spit and sucked it good.  He was hoping for a small nugget of shit to pop out.  He wanted to eat more shit and he didn’t care that he was doing something so dangerous and filthy.  He was doing it in front of this incredible Black woman who clearly got off on his depravity.  His second load of cum tasted better than the first and he was hungry for more asshole and semen from Black men. 

 

The third time Scottie went out to find another participant, she returned a few minutes later only this time, it wasn’t an asshole that was presented through the hole, it was a foot of dick.  It was massive and dark, the largest Chris had ever seen in person.  He reached out for it to suck it and Scottie stopped him.  She reached in her purse and pulled out a small brown bottle.  She opened the top and Chris knew what to do.  He put his finger alongside his right nostril and took a deep hit.  Warmth covered his entire body and all of his inhibitions disappeared.  In that moment, he wanted to be nastier than he’d ever been in life and that was saying quite a bit because he was really, really nasty.  He wanted to grunt like a pig to show that he was a subhuman thing.  He started to get down on his knees and Scottie stopped him.  She turned him around and made him bend over; his face inches from hers, his ass aligned with the hole. 

 

He felt the head penetrate him and he moaned loud enough they could have heard him in the front of the store.  “Yeah, fuck me with that big black cock.  Use my pussy.  Oh yeah, ram it up in there.  Destroy my white cunt.  Yes, Daddy, make me your filthy white bitch.  Harder, god damn it, harder.  Rip it open.  Dump your cum in my nasty shit hole. Pound it.  Pound me hard.   Fuck, fuck, fuck.  I love it. I love that beautiful dick, a real man’s cock.  It feels so fucking good.  Oh shit, I’ve never felt anything so good.  Fuck the shit out of me.  Oh god, yessss, fuck the shit out of me.  I’ll get down and clean all that nasty shit off for you to show you what a filthy shit pig I am.  A white shit whore.  Ohhhhh, yeah, ride my shitty asshole.  Ram that big black cock up my dirty white pig whore cunt.”  That was a directive he didn’t have to make.  It was apparent that he hadn’t emptied the entire three days’ worth of shit from his colon because he was getting the shit fucked out of him and it was evident by the smell in that small room. 

 

Scottie was pleased.  She was smiling and proud.  She told him to get down there and worship that beautiful Black meat with his mouth and Chris obeyed with enthusiasm.  It was COVERED in shit, not just streaks.  He wrapped his lips around it and made love to that column of Black flesh with his lips, he cleaned every spec of shit off and pleaded with his eyes for more.  She had slid her dress up and she was softly rubbing her pussy.  She was clearly turned on and that inspired Chris to behave nastier.  He backed up against the hole again and demanded, “Ram that big black fucker deep in my guts.  Make me eat off all my nasty shit.  Get it covered.  Let me show you how disgusting I am.”  He was talking to both his partners at the same time, communicating to them that he loved being used in unspeakable ways. 

 

Twice more he got pounded and then got down to eat all the shit off that gorgeous cock.  Finally, the guy on the other side of the wall couldn’t take any more and he emptied his nuts deep, deep inside Chris.  Chris hadn’t cum and he was still horny but it was time to go.  He dressed and they made it back to the car to go back to the hotel.  Todd held the door open and extended the offer of a mint as Chris climbed in.  The fact that this white guy KNEW that he had been sucking Black dick, that he had been eating shit was a turn on in ways he had never imagined.  Chris had never told another white male about his shit addiction.  The shame, the humiliation was such a fucking turn on.  Chris could have turned right around and gone back and sucked a dozen more black assholes without poppers and he would have still begged for more. 

 

By the time they got back to the hotel room, Chris’ underwear was full of brown tinged cum.  It was late and he was exhausted.  Scottie opened the bottom drawer of the dresser to reveal the linens for the pull out sofa.  She changed into a pair of pink satin shorty pajamas and climbed in the massive bed and fell asleep immediately.  Chris couldn’t sleep and he tossed and turned for several hours, wanting more shit.  His body was accustomed to falling asleep late because of his work schedule and he re-lived every detail from the minute he got off the plane until now.  And it was only day one. 

 

It must have been nearly morning before he fell asleep and he was awakened around 9 by the smell of coffee.  He opened his eyes, half expecting to realize it was all a dream.  “Good morning, precious angel. How did you sleep?”  She was sitting at the table reading the morning paper and sipping a mug of steaming hazelnut flavored java.  “Coffee always makes me take a huge shit.” 

 

God Damn!  Is there any way this woman could be sexier?  The ease with which she talked about shit was a constant source of arousal.  Chris crawled out of bed, folded the sheets and blankets and put them away and made himself a cup of coffee.  He stood at the counter and she waved for him to sit down and join her.  They talked about the events of the previous day and Chris’ erection was as hard as steel.   His asshole wasn’t technically sore, it was far too experienced with big dildos for that, but it itched and he wanted to get a finger in there and wiggle it around.  He definitely knew he had been pounded thoroughly by a real man. 

 

Scottie indicated that her favorite part of the day was seeing him suck that shit covered black dick and she marveled at how big it was and remarked that she adored seeing him worship it with such reverence.  Chris said that his favorite part of the day, without question, was her taking a dump on his face.   He wanted to ask when she was going to do that again but he chickened out. 

 

“Uhhhh, looks like I have to go.”  She got up, kissed him on the top of his head, and all Chris could see was her sexy ass as she breezed past him on her way to the bathroom.  He waited a minute and he snuck to the door to see if he could hear anything.  He wished he could be in there, watching her shit, smelling it, licking her asshole, his tongue her toilet paper.  It was pure torture knowing that she was shitting and he wasn’t able to eat it.  His ear was pressed all the way against the door and he couldn’t hear anything.  Why he didn’t know that the door was going to open and he was going to tumble and fall in was beyond anyone’s guess. 

 

Scottie stepped over him and said, “I left you a present.  You’re more than welcome to smell it if you’d like.”  Chris crawled on his hands and knees over to the unflushed toilet and saw his gift.  It was a mound of shit, a pile of smelly turds submerged in the cold toilet water.  He placed his arms around the bowl and put his face as close to the water as possible.  Never, not since the beginning of time, had the platitude “praying to the porcelain god” been more appropriate.

 

Chris knew he had only been instructed to smell it, not eat it, so that’s what he did.  He inhaled the fumes of her shit and that’s all he could do.  He didn’t even dare stroke his hard cock because he knew the second he did, he would be reaching in and grabbing turds and cramming them in his mouth and shooting cum all over the place.  She cleared her throat and he turned to see that she was naked again, only this time she was wearing a black strapon dildo.  It was relatively small, only about 8 inches.  Chris could take much bigger.  But he didn’t care.  He wanted to feel it in him, feel her pounding him. 

 

Taking a folded towel and tossing it on the floor, she got behind him.  “Does that smell good,” she asked?  Chris moaned. She pulled the back of his shorts down and exposed his bottom.  He could feel her fingers pushing lube in his hole again and he wiggled his ass like a cheap stripper.  The head of the fake dick popped in and she stopped moving.  Chris, wanting to show off some of his sluttier skills, adjusted his hips and got the right angle and pushed his boicunt all the way back on the black dildo, causing it to disappear all the way in his shithole in one deft movement. 

 

It was her turn to add some sexy commentary to the scene.  “Look at your slutty little pussy eating that big fucking black dick right up.  You can’t get enough can you?  Oooohh, look at that.   I’m fucking the shit out of you.  You’re a dirty boy, aren’t you?  Look at you getting my strapon dirty.” 

 

Chris didn’t know how much shit was on the dildo but there was one thing he knew for sure.  Scottie knew how to throw the dick as good as any man.  Her strokes were deep and hard and her pace was just right.  Her hands gripped his hips and she was making him take that cock like the ass whore he was.  The other thing of which he was absolutely positive was that he wanted to reach in the toilet and grab that shit and shove it in his mouth. 

 

He would not be allowed.  Again, with Chris mere moments from shooting a massive cum load, Scottie pulled her strapon out and flushed the toilet in one swift movement.  Chris watched as the water swirled and the brown logs disappeared from view.  He felt as if he had been deprived of a holy sacrament, that his soul was in peril because he couldn’t eat from the throne of his Queen.  Their morning shit games weren’t over, however, not by a long shot. 

 

“Alright sweet boy, it’s time to get you all cleaned out.  We have a big day ahead of us and we need to make room because who knows how many cocks you might have in your shithole today.” 

 

Chris moaned and squeezed his leaking cock.  She instructed him to get on the bed in the fetal position and she was going to prepare a nice enema for him.  The truth was, Chris loved getting enemas but it was never something he had shared with anyone.  He loved the feeling of the nozzle sliding in his ass.  Well, he loved anything sliding in his ass was more accurate but there was something about the whole private act of cleaning himself out, of preparing to get fucked that always made him horny.  He loved the feeling of fullness as the water bloated his belly, he adored the sensations of the cramps that made him double over in discomfort, he even got off on the way the shit would explode out of his asshole, the chunks and smelly liquid squirting out.  He’d never told another human being in the world that he liked enemas and now he was about to get one from this woman who was proving to be the most amazing shit Domme he’d ever encountered in his life, far exceeding all of his expectations and fantasies. 

 

She decided to go with the traditional 1 quart red bag enema with a mild peppermint soap and water solution.  The first bag went it with such ease, Chris barely even flinched.  When she added the second bag of just warm water is when things got interesting.  Chris’ stomach looked like he was about four months pregnant and she reached between his legs and massaged his tummy and pressed on it, causing him to moan.  It was impossible to miss the fact that his cock was harder than ever and leaking and she took advantage of it by milking him with her gloved hands and lots of lube. 

 

Chris couldn’t form words.  Sweat broke out on his forehead as he was squeezing with all his might trying to contain the contents of his bowels as Scottie toyed with him.  He felt his butt plug being inserted but he wasn’t entirely sure that it would hold everything in.  He had a terrible fear that all the shit and water would come shooting out and destroy the hotel room with sprayed poop everywhere.  He was determined to hold that shit in as long as possible and he was going to summon whatever super-human powers he had to in order to please his Mistress. 

 

Just then, as luck would have it, her cell phone rang.  “Hold on, baby boy, I’ll be right back.”  It was clear from the sound in her voice when she answered the phone that it was from someone she cared for immensely because the tone she used when she said, “Hi, sweetie,” was vastly different than the maternal tone she used with Chris when she called him affectionate names.  He assumed it was her boyfriend Andre, as she had spoken about him often before and how they couldn’t always see each other as often as they’d like because of his job as an international pilot.  Chris couldn’t hear everything she said but he strained to hear the gist of the conversation was how much she missed him and how much she couldn’t wait until they were reunited again. 

 

Chris was having problems of his own.  He had a half a gallon of water in him, shit that was ready to explode out of his ass, and a butt plug lodged in his butthole that was a few seconds from becoming a projectile missile.  Scottie noticed his predicament and she waved her hand and nodded and indicated that he could go relieve himself in the bathroom while she kept talking and smiling and giggling like a teenaged girl. 

 

Normally, under any other circumstances, Chris would have plopped his ass right down on that john and reveled in every second of all that shit blasting out of his asshole, jerking off and trying to coordinate his orgasm with the expulsion of shit.  He’d fantasized countless times about Scottie watching him take a shit, about how humiliating it would be to have her standing over him while he made gross farting noises and he took a dump while she stood over him.  Now, all he could think about was trying to listen to the rest of Scottie’s conversation with her man.  He made it to the commode in the nick of time and shit came out like a volcano.  He stood up and shit specks decorated the toilet bowl even after he flushed and he improvised and used a wash cloth to clean up the mess.  Just as he thought he was done, a second wave of cramps hit him and he had to sit back down as a smellier, pastier load of crap came out.   By the time he had finished, he was pretty sure nothing else could possibly come out and he was reasonably assured that he had missed the vital portions of Scottie’s phone conversation.  He jumped in the shower and bathed and emerged smelling fresh and clean, wrapped in a towel again, awaiting further instructions. 

 

He most definitely felt lighter, like only you can when you’ve taken a massive shit.  Scottie appeared to be in great spirits as well.  “You, sir, are in luck today.”  She was beaming with excitement.  “My baby switched flights with another pilot.  He’s back in town and he’s going to play with us tonight.”  Her eyes danced with electricity.  “He needs some sleep.  He’s going to call when he wakes up and he’s rested and he said he’s going to save all his shit to feed you.  Isn’t that amazing?” 

 

Chris could tell that she was more excited about seeing Andre than she was about the idea of Andre feeding him his shit.  He was saddened.  More accurately, he was petty and immature.  This was supposed to be their long weekend.  He didn’t want anyone else infringing on their time together.  Now, she was going to be distracted and sharing herself with another man.  Chris pouted in a way that as unmistakable. 

 

Scottie saw his antics and put a stop to them immediately.  “Look, bitch, you can either pull yourself together and appreciate this opportunity I’m giving you or you can pack your shit and take an earlier flight home right now.  I’m fine with either one.”  Her tone was no nonsense.  There was no hint of maternal concern or affection.  She was in charge and she was making it clear.  Chris took a deep breath and changed his demeanor because the absolute last thing on earth he wanted to do was leave early.  He wanted to stay forever.  He wanted to live off a diet of nothing but her shit every day.  He wanted to lick strange assholes, and shit his pants in public, and take huge enemas and do whatever other perverted and kinky things her mind could come up with.  He would do anything for her and that included not being childish and appreciating the chance to play more shit games with her. 

 

She went to take a shower and when she emerged from the bathroom, she was fully dressed and wearing a summery floral dress and strappy sandals with bracelets up and down her arm and Chris wondered how she could dress so fashionably from a bag that could fit in the overhead compartment of an airplane.  First things first, they were off to breakfast.  Being in Georgia, breakfast meant they were off to a good old fashioned southern buffet with biscuits and gravy and grits and more pork products than you could shake a stick at.  Scottie ate heartily, filling her plate with waffles and strawberries and ordering an omelet that looked like it could feed a small Somali family.  The food was great and Chris ate until he was stuffed like a tick as they say in the south. 

 

The next stop on their agenda was the mall.  Scottie wanted to buy a new outfit to greet her man.  Chris played the role of her boyfriend, carrying bags and commenting when she would come out of the fitting room.  Honestly, everything she tried on looked great so there wasn’t much else he could say other than, “I like it.”  At the shoe store, there was male sales clerk, a white guy, and Chris could immediately tell that he was attracted to Scottie by the way he was staring at her starry eyed and imperceptibly caressing her leg and foot when he was helping her with her shoes.  Chris might not be able to compete with Andre but he was going to make sure he put this guy in his place.  As she roamed the store looking for different shoes Chris started making small talk, not so subtly implying that they were a couple in a very long term, committed loving relationship.  Once a pair of shoes were selected, Chris took them up to the counter and whipped out his credit card and paid for them. 

 

Scottie was amused.  As they walked out of the store she said, “You do realize that you just paid for a pair of shoes I’m going to wear for my man in an attempt to impress a total stranger you’ll never see again, right?”  When she put it like that, it sort of took the air out of his sail.  “That ego of yours is going to get you in trouble,” she chuckled and they made their way to the car. 

 

They had a few more stops to make.  Their first stop was a medical supply store.  Scottie moved around the store, asking the sales girl all sorts of questions about portable commodes, testing them out by sitting on them.  The young lady was an attractive light skinned Black woman with a thick southern accent and she had a lot of body stuffed into a poly cotton polo shirt with the medical supply company embroidered on the chest and a pair of royal blue polyester pants.  She offered a suggestion, trying to be as discrete as possible, that if cooking oil spray was used in the bucket that the contents could be flushed away and cleanup would be minimal.  Scottie thanked her for the advice and boldly stated that the bucket wouldn’t be necessary and selected a model that could fold up and made her way to the counter to purchase it.  She commented to Chris that she thought it was pretty remarkable that she had never owned a rim chair in all her years of domination and the sales girl giggled uncontrollably.  She looked at Chris, winked, smiled, and didn’t take her eyes off of him.  He turned red from embarrassment. 

 

As embarrassing as that was, he was even more embarrassed when they were at their last stop for the day, the drugstore.  Scottie again breezed through the aisles and asked the young man who was working there for assistance with laxatives, fiber, suppositories, enemas and products for incontinence.  Chris stood in silence, frozen with shame, holding the hand basket that she loaded with far too many products than could possibly be used in the next two days.  She kept using the word shit and the sales guy cringed every time she did.  “Will this make him shit more?  How long after he takes this will he shit?  What will be the consistency of his shit if he takes these? So, all I do is put these in his asshole, it will make him shit, right?”  The young man wasn’t as helpful as the previous sales person.  Finally, he said, “Lady, I don’t know.  I just work here.”  Chris was mortified.  He noticed, however, that the young man didn’t walk away, he just stood there, watching them.  He did more than watch, he was staring at Chris’ crotch.  There was a very visible wet spot on his jeans and the outline of his throbbing cock could easily be seen.  Just as Scottie was bending over and looking at something on the bottom shelf, intentionally showing off her assets, Chris noticed the clerk was rubbing his own boner. 

 

Satisfied she had accomplished her mission, after having put essentially one of every product in the aisle in the basket, she thanked the young man and said, “Come my precious pet, we have places to go, people to see.”  They walked to the register together and she said, “I’ll meet you in the car,” and this time Chris was not so proud to pay for the purchases.  The cashier was a white woman, mid-30s, plain-looking, and as she took out the first few items she noticed the theme so to speak and she turned red.  She intentionally didn’t make eye contact with Chris and handed him the three bags full of things and said, “Thank you and be well.”  It was all he could do to the take the bags to hide his obvious erection.  Never in his life had he felt like such a puppet, manipulated and controlled by his own deviant desires.    

 

Back at the hotel Scottie made Chris unpack all their purchases.  The maid had cleaned the room and put everything back the way it was supposed to be so he moved the coffee table back out of the way and set up the rim chair on another clean, plastic tarp.  It wasn’t very difficult, all the pieces fit together without the requirement of any tools.  As he was finishing up removing all the packaging from all the drug store purchases and putting them on display on the coffee table, Scottie suggested that they head down to the hotel gym for a light workout before a late lunch. 

 

Chris threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and Scottie changed in the bathroom and came out, mimicking the commercial on TV.  In her best valley girl voice she said, “I’m sort of in love with this splatter print because it’s sooooo cuuuuute.”  Chris shook his head and smiled. 

 

The workout room in the hotel was pretty standard.  They had two treadmills, an elliptical machine, some free weights, a universal machine, and some yoga mats.  It was empty and they had the whole room to themselves.  Scottie turned on the TV to PBS and there was a wildly liberal political news show on that made him roll his eyes and want to puke.  While she did cardio on the elliptical, Chris used the free weights to try to impress her.  She was not.  After about twenty minutes, and after having worked up a decent sheen, not quite a full sweat, she got down on the yoga mats.  She was quite the impressive and flexible subject, creating a striking study in downward facing dog. 

 

“I’m not always great at these sorts of things but I can try.  Come here, pig.”  He ran to her side like an eager puppy.  With her ass in the air, she let out some gas.  It wasn’t a silent but deadly and it wasn’t a rip-roaring fart, it was somewhere in between.  Chris moaned.  “What are you standing there for,” she asked, “get down here and smell my ass.” 

 

Chris dropped to his knees.  He put his face in the general vicinity of her ass.  She directed him to put his face in her ass and he complied.  He put his nose against the black and white Lycra fabric of her stretchy pants and inhaled her fart odor.  He pushed his face as far as he could into her ass cleavage and rubbed his face up and down.  He would have given every single worldly possession he owned to pull those pants down and lick her asshole right there, in front of the hotel security cameras.  She let out another fart and before he even knew what he was doing, he had his hand down his shorts and he was stroking his cock. 

 

With a vantage point that allowed her to look between her legs, she said, “Slow your roll, there cowboy, you might not want to get us both arrested,” and she got up and said, “Come on, let’s get a bite to eat to hold us over until dinner.  They walked to the park and found a gourmet food truck and ordered the absolute best burrito he had ever tasted in his life.  Chris was captivated.  Every bite Scottie took was erotic to him.  Food was the center of their experience, it was the source of her shit and spending time with her, watching her, being manipulated by her, he was more aroused, more turned on than he could have imagined possible.  Electricity was flowing through his body constantly. 

 

Back at the hotel, he showered and changed relatively quickly.  Scottie took her time.  It seemed like she was in the shower FOREVER while he watched TV.  She glared at him when she came out and saw the Fox News logo on the corner of the screen and he quickly changed it to HBO to a rerun of Game of Thrones.  She held out her hand and took the remote from him and put on the Food Network.  She sat on the edge of the bed and applied lotion to every square inch of her body.  Chris offered to help her and she politely declined. 

 

She stood to apply lotion to the backs of her thighs and her ass.  Bending over, she pulled the cheeks of her ass wide open and let Chris get an obstructed view of her tight sphincter.  Without permission he moved to the end of the bed and sat quietly so he could get a better view.  She didn’t object and she let him stare at her butthole to his heart’s content.  She changed her mind and asked for his assistance with putting lotion on her back and his hands trembled with excitement.  He massaged her shoulders and arms and caressed her tenderly.  She hummed a tune as he rubbed the scented lotion into her skin and thanked him. 

 

“Would you be a dear and find some porn on the pay-per-view please?  Something anal would be preferable,” as she got the bags from their morning shopping spree and starting removing price tags.  Chris pulled up the menu on the TV.  He wanted, no needed some interracial action and didn’t even ask if it was okay.  There was a “Best of” anal interracial movie available and he clicked through all the necessary affirmations until it played.  It was really just a soundtrack in the background for him as the real live flesh and blood woman in front of him was far more arousing than the porn. 

 

She turned the volume up and Chris was afraid it could be heard by the guests in the next room.  Dressed in a pair of white lace panties and a matching lace bra, she stopped to watch the action on the television for a while.  Chris studied her.  Her breathing was getting labored. 

 

“Take out your cock.  No, take off your clothes.”  Chris couldn’t wait to comply and he undressed and stood there nude.  She grabbed lube from the nightstand and grabbed his stiff penis and poured it on liberally.  “Now, stroke your cock for me.”

 

For the next hour, Chris stroked his cock for her while they watched white girls getting pounded in the ass by Black men with obscenely large dicks.  She barely said a word the entire time other than soft moaning.  She watched him.  She would softly caress her thighs or the tops of her tits that overflowed from her bra, but she never touched her pussy, she never masturbated herself.  It was an exercise in sexual sadism. 

 

Chris moaned and stroked and he would get to the edge and stop.  He knew he was supposed to stop.  He fingered his asshole and stroked his dripping cock.  He didn’t say anything, he just kept masturbating to please her.  All he wanted to do was please her.  Finally, she got up and walked over to him and said, “OK, sweet boy, let’s get ready for dinner.”  He could smell the scent of her arousal.  She bent over and took her hand and lifted his face to hers and kissed him softly on his lips, sweetly, innocently, it was over in a second.  Chris had to squeeze his cock so hard that he was sure he was going to cause permanent damage but he refused to cum before he was told again, he was not going to let that happen. 

 

She finished getting dressed in the bathroom and emerged with yet another jaw dropping wardrobe change.  All the women Chris dated could be considered cute, or pretty at best.  None of them were really head-turners.  Scottie was in a different class altogether.  She was stunning.  She was wearing a white pantsuit that looked relatively conservative from the front but as she turned, it was backless, showing off her toned brown skin that seemed to glow.  Her makeup, her accessories, and even the shoes she wore (that he had purchased) looked so put together, so polished; Chris knew she was out of his league. 

 

The hotel had a bar that served food so he freshened up a bit and they made their way downstairs.  When the waiter came to take their order Scottie informed him, “My companion won’t be eating dinner this evening.  At least not from this menu.”  God damn her!  Why did she have to be so fucking brazen?  And why was Chris so turned on by it?  The waiter seemed to be completely clueless and took her order without raising an eyebrow.  Chris sort of felt disappointed.  He actually wanted the waiter to suspect that he was going to eat her shit.  He wondered how it was possible that she had transformed him from being ashamed of his desires to actually wanting people to know that he was a voracious shit eater in less than 48 hours. 

 

Chris might not have been the most self-aware, introspective person in the world but he knew enough to know that he had fallen in love with Scottie.  Over the last few months of talking on the phone, over the last two days of spending time with her, he realized that she had created him in her likeness, into exactly what she had wanted him to become.  She had become his religion. 

 

Her food arrived and it looked like she had ordered from the heart healthy portion of the menu.  Every sort of fiber possible was on her plate: beans and grains and vegetables adorned her plate in a colorful array of what looked to be deliciously prepared gourmet fare.  In his heart, Chris knew that her selection meant that he would be eating her shit again and soon.  As she ate Chris wondered how far she would go and how far he would let her.  His mind drifted off to her telling him to lower his pants and shit on a plate there in front of everyone and eat it with a fork and a knife.  He knew she wouldn’t do anything that crazy but the thought aroused him.  He was lost in his own ruminations when he was brought back to reality as Andre approached her from behind and kissed her on the neck. 

 

The look on Scottie’s face as she turned to see him and almost jumped into his arms was painful to watch for Chris.  He knew he would never see that look on her face when she looked at him.  They embraced.  It wasn’t vulgar or tacky, it was the sort of embrace you see on the news when soldiers come home from war to their families.  From what he could ascertain they had only been apart a week less but Chris could see the obvious affection they had for one another was genuine.  Andre held out his hand and introduced himself to Chris.  Chris responded with an extra firm handshake.  Scottie was bubbly and suggested that they all head to the room to get more comfortable.  Andre insisted that they stay and have some more drinks and get to know one another. 

 

As much as it pained Chris to admit to himself, he could see why Scottie was so in love with Andre.  He was intelligent, handsome, charming, articulate, confident, well-dressed, and a really nice guy.  Even though Andre knew that he was in control in the situation, even though he knew full well that Chris was envious of him, he wasn’t arrogant or an asshole about it; he made every effort to make Chris feel comfortable as they talked about sports and cars and their jobs and they all laughed and drank.   

 

Chris had a hard time wrapping his head around the concept that these two normal-looking people could be so kinky and yet so regular.  They weren’t like the one-dimensional, big-lipped cartoons of Black people who looked like gorillas with gold chains and exaggerated facial features like so many interracial fetish internet drawings depict.  They were totally and completely in control, utterly dominant, and clearly they both had a deviant, sexual streak in them and you would never be able to tell in a million years from the way they looked.  In ten million years, he never thought he could meet anyone like Scottie or Andre in real life because his fantasies of Black Dominants weren’t based on any sort of reality, they were based on his own distorted biases when he was horny late at night.  Chris was even more jealous than before because he knew deep in his heart that Andre would never eat shit, that he would never want to do something so foul and disgusting and that not only made him feel dirty and ashamed but horny as fuck.  He felt like a dirty, subhuman shit pig, like that was his place in life, like he was truly, inherently inferior.  Alas, it was all a bit much for his brain to process so he just went back to his nasty shit-eating fantasies. 

 

It wasn’t long before the alcohol kicked in and Chris started fantasizing about being Andre’s white bitch, seducing him, turning him on.  He fantasized about spreading his legs and feeling Andre’s full weight on him as he penetrated him . . . and kissing him, being kissed by those full, sensual lips.  He wanted to wrap his arms and legs around him and hold him close and feel his cum deep inside his white pussy as he satisfied and pleased his man like only a woman could do.  He wanted Andre to make love to him.  For as much as Chris hated Black men as a general concept, for as much as he lived his public life expressing contempt and disdain for them, he knew that he could fall in love with Andre as much as he had fallen in love with Scottie. 

 

Andre, sensing that everyone was fully tipsy but not quite drunk, said, “I think it’s time to take this party upstairs, don’t you think?”  Everyone agreed and he tossed some money on the table and they all made their way back to the room

 

In the elevator, Andre grabbed Scottie and pulled her into his arms.  His hands found their way from the small of her waist down her backside and he gripped her full round ass.  Chris couldn’t take his eyes off the connection.  He wanted to know what it felt like to touch her like that.  He wanted to be swept up in Andre’s arms like that.  As the doors to the elevator opened, Andre said, “After you, Chris,” and held the door for him so that they could both watch that full, round ass walk down the hall unimpeded.  He whispered, “She’s sexy, right,” as he exited and Chris could do nothing but agree?

 

Once in the room, Andre made himself comfortable and flopped on the bed and reached for the remote and started flipping channels.  “So babe, what sort of nasty shit games have you guys been up to?” 

 

Scottie didn’t stutter or hesitate.  She gave him a full recap of all their activities.  Chris couldn’t imagine how their relationship had evolved, how they had both revealed that they enjoyed dominating white men who eat their shit to one another.  Chris couldn’t imagine being that truthful with another human being.  Chris couldn’t even be that honest with himself.  Sure, he’d thought about being fed from a Black man before, hundreds of times before.  He’d fantasized about it more times than he could remember but he’d never worked up the nerve to ever follow through with it.  He was committed to saying that he only wanted the shit of Black women, that was his narrative, that was the lie that he had come to believe in his own mind when he was chatting online late at night with women who teased him with promises of using his tongue to lick their dirty buttholes after they shit.  The thought of eating a Black man’s shit in front of a Black woman, showing her that he loved shit and that he wasn’t going to puke or pretend that he didn’t like it was inspiring him to be a ravenous shit pig.  He was going to show her he liked chewing shit and swallowing shit and that it all turned him on.   He wanted to be their white toilet. 

 

What is it they say?  Ask, and it shall be given.  Well, Chris didn’t really ask, it was more like he was telepathically projecting that he wanted to get down and dirty and Andre heard his call.  “Chris?  Do you drink piss as well as eat shit?”  Chris moaned and nodded.  Piss wasn’t really his thing but he knew it was a part of being a toilet.  Cocks were definitely his thing and the thought of having a big black one in his mouth was making him feel desperate. 

 

Andre got up and walked over and stood in the middle of the plastic tarp.  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard dick.  Scottie asked, “Do you want some poppers, piggie?”  Chris didn’t know what to say.  He did.  He loved the feeling they gave him but he was ashamed to say yes so he didn’t say anything, he just looked at her and waited for her to make the choice for him.  She dug the brown bottle out of her bag and offered it to him and he inhaled deeply several times.  The high hit him immediately and it was strong.  Not only was he willing to drink piss he wanted to be a urinal.  He ditched all his clothing and got down on his knees and opened his mouth in front of Andre.  He reached out for his cock and Andre slapped him away.  It was a stinging blow to the side of his face and Chris loved it.  He said, “I’m sorry, sir,”

 

Andre grabbed his dick and aimed it at Chris’ mouth.  It took a moment for the flow to start but as soon as it did, Chris opened his mouth and started drinking like it was a water fountain from 1960 that had a sign that said, “Whites Only.”  Piss dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he swallowed.  Andre aimed his pissing cock at Chris’ face, his chest, at his hard cock.  It was warm and smooth and the smell was strong.  Chris stroked his cock as he whined and pleaded for more piss.  He was not long denied.  Andre put his smooth, brown, hard dick in his mouth and finished pissing.  That, by no means, meant that he was finished using his mouth.  Instinctively, Chris started sucking that meat, getting it hard and proving that he deserved the title of cocksucker. 

 

Fully engorged, Andre started using Chris’ mouth like a pussy.  He seemed to take pleasure in making him gag on it, choke, making his eyes water.  Chris was insatiable.  Everything that Andre was giving him, he took it and wanted more.  The “more” that he wanted was that hot cum.  Again, as was the theme for the weekend, he was to be denied.  Andre pushed him away and Chris looked like a child who had his candy taken from him.  Andre undressed.  He folded his clothes neatly and put them away from the action in one of the drawers lest they get soiled by the nasty action.  Naked, Chris marveled at Andre’s body.  While he worked out, there was something about that brown skin, the way it showed off the definition and tone of Andre’s muscles in ways Chris’ pale white skin never could. 

 

Chris wished he could be Black. 

 

Andre settled down on the sofa, spread his legs, and said, “Come here white boy, let’s see what you can really do.”  Chris crawled.  He knelt between Andre’s legs and looked up with admiration.  Andre lifted his legs and Chris dove for his asshole like he was a competitive diver on the ten meter springboard.  Unlike the previous night, the asshole before him wasn’t clean and fresh-smelling.  It smelled musky and manly and funky and unmistakably like shit.  Chris licked it softly.  He lapped his tongue over the wrinkled pucker and made love to it with his tongue.  He pointed his tongue and stuck it inside.  Andre moaned in pleasure; Chris beamed with pride.  Chris could feel the tip of a hard turd just inside, pushing its way to come out.  His eyes rolled back in his head. 

 

Scottie was not absent amidst all the action.  She had taken off her suit and sat on her knees on the bed intently watching all the action.  There was nothing that turned her on more than watching white men service, please, and worship Black men, specifically HER Black man.  While she loved the psychological game of manipulating white men, she was sexually aroused by showing them their true reflections, not as the pillars of virtue and morality that they pretend to be, not as the bastions of superiority that they have convinced the world that they are.  She loved taking them to that place where they are the filthy, perverted, depraved swine they really were born to be, that place of truth that resides within them where they crave sex in its most base and disgusting forms.  Chris was born to wallow in shit and it turned her on to watch him in his element, being a true pig, while her man, a true King, a god, reigned over him in true superiority, the way he was meant to do. 

 

“Are you hungry, pig?”  Andre lowered his legs and instructed Chris to get the rim chair and put it in place.  Chris moved quickly.  There wasn’t much piss on the plastic sheeting as he had swallowed the vast majority of it but what was there was cold and uncomfortable as he lay down and positioned himself underneath the seat.  Andre took his seat on his throne.  Scottie wanted a closer view, well, it would probably be more accurate to say that she wanted to be closer to the action because she couldn’t have possibly cared less about seeing the actual defecation or the consumption going on.   

 

Sitting across his lap, Scottie put her arms around Andre’s neck and stared into his eyes.  “You know, I’ve missed you so much.  Thank you so much for doing this for me. It means the world to me that we can share this together.” 

 

Andre chuckled.  “Are you really thanking me for taking a shit in a white guy’s mouth?  That’s rich.  What’s the proper response to that?  You’re welcome?  No, wait.  My pleasure?  I mean really, do you have any idea how much it turns me on that we dominate white men together?  Never in my life did I think that it was even possible that I could find a woman like you.  You fit me perfectly in so many different ways.  Politically, socially, culturally, spiritually, and sexually we are the same.  Divesting white men of their fallacious sense of superiority together, side by side, by exploiting their sexual perversions, even if it is just one white man at a time, that right there is just the icing on the cake.  Chocolate icing I suppose.  Or would that be icing on the chocolate cake?  OK, maybe it’s chocolate icing on a chocolate cake.” 

 

Holding up her arm she spoke into her pretend watch.  “Siri, remind me to order my own birthday cake,” she said without missing a beat.  They both laughed, making note to add a similar sense of humor to their list of compatible traits. 

 

Chris was listening to their exchange but he was more concerned with licking, sucking and devouring the hot asshole on his mouth.  He was blowing air in that sexy asshole and sucking it back out.  Andre’s eyes communicated that he was enjoying the treatment he was getting from below.  Scottie asked, “Does that feel good, baby?  Do you like him licking your asshole?”  He swung her around so that her back was against his chest and his big, hard dick was rubbing on her butt.  She placed her bare feet on Chris’ stomach wiggled and started grinding her ass on Andre’s erection.  He undid the clasps on her bra and freed her tits.  “Feed him, baby.  Make him eat your shit.”  All three of them moaned in a collective chorus of arousal. 

 

Andre was not going to do a quick blow and go like Scottie had done.  He wanted to make sure this was a slow process.  He pushed out a little and stopped.  Chris licked the nubby end and wrapped his lips around it and began to suck it like a shit cock.  He sucked the ass slime from all the nooks and crevices of the bumpy log.  Shit juice ran out the corners of his mouth.  Running his tongue around Andre’s asshole, he licked the juncture where flesh met turd and caused Andre to swear like a sailor.  Chris’ taste buds experienced the flavor of his shit as bitter, slightly metallic, and earthy.  His brain registered it as pure heaven.  Andre pushed some more and his turd filled Chris’ mouth.  It was a man’s turd for sure.  Chris stroked his cock and chewed.  For the rest of his life, he would remember this exact moment. 

 

“I can’t take this,” Scottie cooed and she slid her panties off and lowered her dripping wet pussy down on Andre’s hard dick.  He let out a sound that can’t even be described with words.  Her tight hole gripped his dick and she rode him.  For whatever reason, Andre pushed, flexed, or maybe it was involuntary but without warning he emptied everything he had inside him in Chris’ mouth all at once.  Chris stroked and chewed as he heard the squishy sounds of their coupling, their connection inches above his face.  Her juices where coating his dick and running down his balls.  All three of them were in a sexual fog. 

 

They were all headed towards the finish line and Scottie was the only one with enough self-control to stop.  “Babe, fuck him for me.  Make him your bitch; your slutty white faggot whore.”

 

 

Andre would never deny his lady a request like that.  He got up and lifted the rim seat.  Chris was in a state of euphoria, chewing turds and ready to shoot.  “Get on your knees, boy,” and Chris complied.  He presented his fuck hole to be abused.  Andre accepted the invitation and with only her pussy juices as lube rammed his entire dick in Chris’ shitter in one stroke.  Chris cried out and tried to pull away and Andre grabbed his hips and pulled him back.  Chris raised up on his hands and he backed up on that dick. 

 

They fucked.  They fucked like animals.  Andre beat that pussy up.  He took out every frustration, every inhumanity he had ever been subjected to by white men on that asshole without mercy.  He banged out his anger and Chris begged for more.  He pounded out all his aggression in 10 inch incremental strokes over and over and over again. 

 

Chris came in his asshole, he orgasmed like a bitch deep in his pussy.  His cock was hard and dripping and probably the only reason he didn’t nut all over himself was because he was mesmerized looking at Scottie and deep in his brain he knew she wouldn’t want him to cum and he was not going to disappoint her again.  So he willed his cock not to shoot but his cunt kept throbbing.  Scottie inspired him by finger fucking her pussy and getting herself off watching the two of them in action. 

 

It was pretty obvious Andre saw the same thing and he grabbed Chris’ hips and started pistoning his big, thick, hard, ebony cock in an out of his asshole without mercy.  Chris kept begging for more.  He was sobbing.  It was sensory overload, the culmination of a lifetime of depraved fantasies come true.  “Oh Daddy,” Chris chanted, “breed me.  Pump me full of cum.  Make me pregnant, Daddy.  Give me a baby in my pussy.  Fuck me, Daddy, fuck your nasty white whore.  Give me a black baby, Daddy.  I need it.  Use my dirty white fuck hole.  I need it so bad.  I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy.  Coat my insides with your baby juice, knock me up.  Shoot your sperm deep in my shithole.  I’m your fucking white faggot.  I belong to you.  I love your fucking hard black dick in my pussy.  Use it, use me.  All I’m good for is eating your stinking shit, your nasty shit logs and pleasing your beautiful superior cock with my whore mouth and cunt.  Piss up my fucking turd hole and I’ll shit it out and eat every drop.  Yeah, give me your cum and your piss in my white slut hole and I’ll squat down and show you what a filthy pig whore I am and eat it all up for you.  I’ll be nastier for you than anyone you’ve ever met Daddy, just fucking pound my twat and use me, destroy my racist white asshole.  Make me pay for being racist.  Hurt me.  Fuck me.  Degrade me, humiliate me.  Make me eat the shit off your cock after you fuck white men.  I’ll do anything you want, be anything you need.  I worship you.  I’m inferior and disgusting and I live to please you my Divine Black Lord.”  Chris had never even thought those words before let alone uttered them and yet they were flowing off his tongue naturally, without effort.  It’s as if the words had been waiting for this very moment to come out of him. 

 

Both Scottie and Andre were speechless.  Every sick and twisted word sent chills up and down Andre’s spine and he fucked Chris harder and with more desperation.  He fucked him until he could hold back no longer and he emptied his nuts deep in Chris’ intestines. 

 

Andre stood but his legs almost didn’t hold him.  Scottie rushed to his side and helped him up.  She helped him to the shower where she bathed him tenderly and they curled up with one another in bed, limbs entangled, and madly in love. 

 

Morning came.  It was still dark outside, the sun was still sweetly slumbered, and the clock on the nightstand said 4:49.  Chris was awakened by the sounds of love making.  He had no recollection of falling asleep.  He had no recollection of making up his pull-out sofa.  Everything was sort of a blur.  All he knew was that he was in his bed, completely cleaned up, his cock was hard, as usual, and he was witnessing Scottie and Andre in the middle of hot and sweaty fucking.  Chris’ soul ached.  He wanted to be inside Scottie.  He wanted Andre to be inside him.  They weren’t communicating with words, they were communicating with sensual, tender kisses.  She rode him, her Afrocentric ass bouncing up and down and he drove his dick up inside her.  He grabbed her and flipped her over and pushed her legs back and thrust every inch of his manhood inside her.  He wasn’t trying to hurt her, it was clearly not an act of domination; he was trying to become one with her.  Chris was in excruciating pain.  He knew he would never experience anything that beautiful, that transcendent, that loving.  He knew that he didn’t deserve to feel anything that magical. 

 

Scottie came first and Andre followed shortly thereafter.  They snuggled for a moment, very briefly.  Andre got up and walked over to Chris, Chris sat at the foot of the mattress.  He lifted his wet, heavy cock to Chris’ lips and he pushed it forward.  Chris stuck his tongue out and gently lapped at the limp cock.  He knew not to be too rough as it was too sensitive.  He tasted the cum of his Mistress and it tasted like rapture.  Scottie’s cream was not all that he was treated to that morning and Chris’ mouth filled with piss.  He swallowed every drop.  When Andre was finished peeing, he quickly showered and dressed and kissed Scottie goodbye.  “I have a flight to Chicago in a couple of hours to cover for the guy that switched with me.  I should be back by tonight.  I’ll call you later,” he whispered softly.  He nodded at Chris as he closed the door softly. 

 

Dawn made love to the early morning sky with an orgasmic explosion of purples and golds that filtered through the commercial venetian blinds.  Both Scottie and Chris paid the sandman his dues and they slept soundly until nature called.  Scottie used the facilities first.  Chris’ bladder was full and he waited until he heard her flush to put his feet on the floor.  He sleep-walked to the head, and they exchanged salutations as they passed one another.  He sat and pissed.  He had a couple of cum farts and he could have easily taken a dump but he opted to wait just in case his Goddess had other plans for it.  He splashed some water on his face, brushed his teeth and emerged from the bathroom to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and Scottie reading the paper and sipping on some orange juice.  He poured himself a cup and sat in silence with her. 

 

“Last night was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before and I’ve been dominating white men for nearly 15 years.”  They both took a few minutes to reflect on the breadth and gravity of the previous evening’s exchange. 

 

“Ma’am, do you mind if I ask what you have in store for today?  I sort of have to go to the bathroom and I was wondering if I should wait or not,” he asked humbly. 

 

“Oh, by all means, go.  Since this is our last full day together, I was going to let you eat my shit.  I thought perhaps you would want it later rather than earlier so you could have something to look forward to.  I was thinking that we might do some sight-seeing and relax and just hang out . . . that is, unless you have something specific you have to do or you want me to have Todd take you somewhere.”

 

“Oh, no, that sounds great.  I’m willing to wait.  I’ll do anything you want.  I just want to spend time with you.  And you know . . . I would love to  . . . eat your shit.”  Hearing the words come out of his mouth made his cock jump.  His balls were aching but the sensation was now erotic.  “Am I going to be allowed to cum tonight also?” 

 

She thought for a minute before she answered.  “I’m not sure.  My plans were that you were not to cum until our last night together.  You decided your agenda was more important than mine and you came in the first ten minutes you were here.  I guess we’ll just have to play it by ear, won’t we?   I’m not going to have any coffee or colon cleanse pills, I’m not going to work out, and I’m not going to eat volumes of fiber.  I can hold it until tonight without any problem but I guess it will have to depend on my benevolence in the moment.”

 

Scottie got ready first while Chris folded sheets and blankets and took out the tied up garbage bags to the trash chute.  Jeans, a white dress shirt, and sneakers had never looked so good as when she came out of the bathroom.  Chris shit, showered, and dressed.   

 

They made their way to the hotel bar just as they started serving lunch and Scottie had the half sandwich and soup and Chris had a half pound burger and fries.  Scottie confessed that she was still exceedingly and excruciatingly horny from the previous night.  Chris co-signed. 

 

She texted Todd to pick them up and he drove them to the Martin Luther King, Jr. Center.  They toured his birth home, the museum, and they visited his tomb.  Scottie gave lessons in civil rights history he had never learned in school and they saw an exhibit of lynching pictures that were nothing less than gruesome: white people laughing and smiling while Black people burned and hanged like it was entertainment.  Chris was quiet most of the day.  Finally, he asked, “Ma’am, is it wrong for me to want to be raped, to be punished for what my ancestors did? Well, not so much for my ancestors but for me being so . . . you know.  I don’t think I’m KKK recruitment material or anything but . . . well . . . you know better than me, without me having to even tell you I guess that I’m . . . different . . . you know, when I’m not talking to you.  I mean, I wanna change.  I don’t want to be the same person I was.  I really think something happened to change me last night, over these last three days.” 

 

She directed him to sit down.  She placed her hand on his thigh.  “Christopher, let’s get one thing straight first and foremost.  Rape has nothing to do with sex.  More importantly, you being raped can do nothing to make up for racist tragedies from the recent or distant past.  What you can do is educate yourself, re-educate yourself.  You can work to grow and evolve.  I get that you are hard-wired to seek out humiliation but I think that if you were to stop trying so hard to deny your true feelings  and to be these two different people you might feel a little less anguish.  For Christ’s sake, you absolutely must stop looking at Black people as things to get you off and see us as human beings.  Understand that we are not inherently criminal, we are not inherently lazy or stupid.  We have been oppressed and relegated as less than humans for centuries and there are very concerted efforts to keep us poor and uneducated.  You know that.  You know deep down in your heart that if we had the same opportunities as whites, we wouldn’t be ghetto, or violent, or unintelligent, or even disproportionately imprisoned.  More importantly, you know in your soul that whites are not inherently superior. You can’t keep holding on to that belief no matter how much history has been distorted to make the people who have murdered, enslaved, and stolen more than anyone else appear superior.” 

 

She continued, “Nothing’s changed from these pictures.  The mindsets of whites haven’t changed.  You all still rejoice when we are shot and killed in the streets exactly like these people are doing in this dreadful images.  How many of these white men do you think lusted after Black men and women and stood there while they were murdered and they cheered?  How many white men do you think put the noose around a Black person’s neck and had secret rendezvous with Blacks to fill their jungle lust in secret?  Don’t you think it’s possible that all these smiling white faces standing around saw Black people as beneath them, the exact same way you do?  I know you want to think that you wouldn’t do the same thing today as was in these pictures but if you go back home and call Black people niggers and then go home and jerk off to interracial porn, then I know for a fact that you would do the exact same thing as they did.  You would put a noose around my neck, you would pour gasoline on me, you would set me on fire to prove to your buddies that you are aligned with their racist beliefs.  Once you address your inherent racism, I think you’ll feel a lot better.” 

 

Chris felt sick to his stomach.  He came to Atlanta to play shit games, not have his life turned upside down.  He lay on the stone bench next to the reflecting pool that surrounded Martin Luther King’s resting site and put his head in her lap.  She softly caressed his head and shoulders.  He felt like crying.  He didn’t want to argue with her, he didn’t want to deny what she said.  He wanted to stop hurting.  He wanted her truth to stop hitting so close to home. 

 

“Ma’am, can I ask another question?  Why have you been so nice to me?  I mean, you have treated me with respect every step of the way. You, better than anyone, know what I am, I mean you know what I do.”

 

“Christopher, am I superior to you?”  He nodded without raising his head from her lap.  “I don’t need to yell and scream to prove that.  Nothing you say or do can change who I am.  I can’t control what you do when you leave Atlanta.  You can go home and live your life exactly the way you have been and that is entirely up to you.  What I can do is feed you my shit and watch you wallowing in it while I tell you how dirty and disgusting you are.  And perhaps, just maybe you won’t see it as something nasty because I’m Black and you think my race is inferior but you’ll consider it an honor and a privilege because you know that I’m truly superior in every possible way.”   

 

There were tourists all around.  There was a bus of Japanese tourists taking pictures with their phones, there was what looked like a congregation of a Black church or maybe a nursing home there with elderly Black people all wearing their Sunday finest, and there was a white couple sitting on the stone bench not four or five feet away.  Chris sat up.  He was emotionally drained.  “Scottie,” he said, using her real name because he didn’t want to objectify her, he didn’t want to fetishize her into some caricature who was supposed to fulfill his wishes and fantasies, he wanted to address her like a human being.  “I want nothing more than to eat your shit tonight.  It’s why I flew all the way here.  If you’ll let me, I’ll do it to prove to you not that I’m worthless or perverted but to show you the reverence and respect you deserve, to show you that I am in awe of you, to show you that having a part of you inside me makes me a better person.” 

 

The couple next to them could have easily heard every word he said if they were nosey.  Chris didn’t care.  His ONLY concern in that moment was showing his devotion to the woman who had transformed him.  He didn’t have any plans on wearing a t-shirt that said, “I Eat Shit,” but there was also something inside him that accepted that he was always going to be deviant and his desires were always going to be outside the norm and he was okay with that.  He had found a way to feel content feeling inferior.  He was free at last, free at last. 

 

The irony that he had his grand epiphany in the presence of the spirit of the man who pioneered the Black Lives Matter movement was not lost on either of them. 

 

Scottie grabbed his hand.  “Come on.  Let’s go have some fun.” 

 

Chris assumed that they were going to go back to the hotel to play more shit games.  They didn’t.  Scottie and Chris went on a tour of the dirty south and took in all the sights and attractions Atlanta had to offer.  They tasted every possible flavor of soda that The World of Coca-Cola offered, they bought some scalped tickets to a Braves game and cheered and ate hot dogs . . . for three full innings until they got bored, and they learned more information about the Western Lowland Gorilla than any person should know at the Atlanta Zoo.  They even frolicked like carefree kids in the fountains at Centennial Olympic Park, playing air guitar to all the patriotic songs, and finally ate dinner at The CNN Center. 

 

Their play wasn’t entirely platonic.  On Atlanta’s Skyview Ferris Wheel, as it paused to give all the riders a view from the top, Scottie took Chris’ cock out and gently stroked it using the bottom of his t-shirt as cover from prying eyes and, more importantly, cameras.  The second her soft hand wrapped around his shaft, he thought he was going to explode.  She wasn’t really jerking him off as much as she was massaging him, caressing his hardness.   If there was an award for sensually-sadistic Domme of the decade, Scottie was the winner.  Uncontested!  As they admired the colors that dusk masterfully painted on the Atlanta skyline, Scottie tested every ounce of Chris’ fortitude not to shoot his load. 

 

Finally, she took mercy on him.  “What do you say we go back to the hotel? 

 

Back in the room, Scottie had Chris set it up again for more play.  He laid down the last plastic sheet and set up the rim chair.  She placed a call and he heard her say, “Yeah, I’m not going to be able to hold it much longer.  Yeah, a half hour sounds good.” 

 

When she hung up the phone she told Chris, “I’m going to need some time.  How about you be a dear and run downstairs and have a drink or work out or . . . I really don’t care.  Thirty minutes should be fine.  Here’s a key.  No need to knock when you come back.” 

 

Chris took the key and was headed to the bar for a drink.  As the elevator doors opened, Todd stepped off carrying several bags and bumped directly into Chris.  Chris inquired, “Oh, hey man.  I thought you would be on your way to pick up Andre.  What’s up?  Are we going out again?  I thought . . .” 

 

Todd chuckled.  “I’m not driving tonight.”  The look on his face was smug and he winked at Chris as he told him he would see him later. 

 

The doors to the elevator closed as Chris stood there confused.   He sat at the bar and nursed a beer, filled with nerves and anticipation and speculating how the events of the evening would unfold.  In a thirty minute window, he checked his phone four times to make sure he would be on time and every passing millisecond seemed like an eternity.  On the way back up, the elevator wasn’t empty this time, it was full in fact and it made three stops before reaching its destination of the 14^th floor for Chris.  He was two minutes late as he slid the key card into the lock.  He was prepared to face discipline for being tardy as he opened the door. 

 

The lights were out, the light from the television was the only thing that illuminated the room.  Scottie sat on her throne, the rim chair, and smiled sweetly.  It never failed, every single time Chris saw that smile, he melted.  He was so used to Dommes who acted outraged and offended and angry at the tiniest little things.  Scottie’s power was that she could control and manipulate without even raising her voice. 

 

It only took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkened room to see that his worst fears had been realized.  Beneath her, prone, was Todd and he was licking and tongue-fucking Scottie’s asshole like a man starved for her butthole delights.  Scottie was visibly aroused.  She was naked.  Her legs straddled Todd, allowing Chris a clear sightline of her spread pussy lips.  Chris could see that her breathing was labored.  Her hands caressed her body sensually, teasing him.  The evidence of her pleasure was written all over her face as she rubbed and playfully pinched her hardened nipples.  Chris would have done anything to suck them.  They looked like they could cut glass they were so hard and they were the easily the size of the tip of his pinky finger.  She was purring like a kitten and she knew Chris’ lust, jealousy, and envy was going to consume him like the flames of a towering inferno. 

 

The grunts and groans of porn playing in the background acted as a soundtrack.  As if in a trance, Chris undressed, leaving his clothes in a pile in the middle of the floor.  Todd was naked, his cock, protruding, red, hard, and twitching, bounced against his abs.  Chris marveled at his body, knowing immediately without having to even ask that Todd kept his body in peak physical condition to serve his Divine Mistress and make her proud.  Scottie took her foot and rubbed it on Todd’s stomach, her perfectly pedicured red toes lightly grazing his cock.  He moaned and tried to drive his tongue deeper and deeper in his Goddess’ asshole. 

 

Unbeknownst to Chris, Todd had only recently been allowed the pleasure of tasting Scottie’s private treasures.  For years, he served as her submissive but only in the capacity of white faggot cocksucker and bitch.  He was skilled and trained in the art of pleasing Black men with his mouth and cunt.  Andre and Scottie agreed that for his years of dedicated service to her, that him pleasing her would not be off the table but the occasions would be few and far between.  Todd was in a euphoric state, his tongue was sore but he would not stop.  His only mission in life was to please his Mistress.  He had studied her reactions for years; he knew from watching her with her lovers the sounds she made when she was pleased and the way her body moved when she was about to orgasm.  He knew all too well the pain that Chris was feeling in that moment: seeing the woman of his dreams and fantasies being pleasured by another man and he knew it was unfathomable torture/pleasure. 

 

Scottie knew all too well exactly how excruciatingly painful it was for Chris and she played it up.   She closed her eyes and threw her head back and slid her fingers between the folds of her fat, wet pussy lips.  Even in the darkened light he could clearly see the beautiful, bright pink inner folds of her exotic flower, its petals opened to reveal her engorged, hard clit that she teased with her fingertip.  Chris was hyperventilating. 

 

He fell to his knees and put his face next to Todd’s.  Todd looked at him as if to say, “It’s better than you can ever imagine,” and went back to his ass-licking duties.  

 

“Oh fuck, I can’t hold it any more.  That feels too fucking good.  I’m going to shit.” 

 

Chris panicked.  His eyes were darting around in his head.  He felt like he was going to faint.  He couldn’t form words so he just whimpered and moaned. 

 

Scottie stood up and moved the chair out of the way.  She squatted over Todd and positioned herself so that her ass was directly above his hard cock and she was facing him.  Chris got between his legs.  He wanted a front row seat to what was going to happen.  Pulling her ass cheeks apart, exposing her brown, wrinkled, hairless pucker, she passed gas; it was a squeaky little fart.  His cock leaked on the plastic.  She pushed.  This time, her shit didn’t come out in a fast and furious cascade.  This time, she took her time.  She let gravity do most of the work after the initial first inch or so came out.  Chris could see it clearly and he was fixated on it.  He drooled like some sort of heavily medicated trauma patient.  She didn’t want to pinch it off, she wanted her shit log to remain intact so she concentrated on pulling her ass cheeks apart and delivering the a pile of shit that was like a piece of art. 

 

Her aim was dead on.  Every bit of her shit landed on Todd’s cock and belly.  It had a much different aroma this time, not nearly as toxic as her previous load.  She released a little piss as she finished and her hole closed up with barely any signs that she had just produced a perfectly-formed mound of brown, smooth shit.  She grabbed a roll of toilet paper from the coffee table and wiped her ass. 

 

“Would you like a taste,” she asked and Chris’ heart started beating out of his chest.  The Chris of three days ago would have rammed that Charmin in his mouth so fast it would have broken the sound barrier.  This Chris, this altered and transformed Chris, this new and improved Chris wanted to savor it, wanted to appreciate it and show it reverence.  He put the brown stained paper to his nose and inhaled.  He loved how perverted he felt licking toilet paper.  In his mind, that was even more fucked up than just eating shit. 

 

Todd was watching the entire scene, taking it all in. Scottie got up on the bed and sat back and propped herself up on the pillows.  “Chris darling, I want you to eat my shit.  Eat it all up.  Eat every morsel of it.  After you devour my shit then I want you to devour Todd’s cock, suck it like you’ve never sucked a cock before.  If you do a really good job, I’ll let you cum.” 

 

If Scottie had proposed the exact same option to him just three days earlier, he would have reacted almost violently.  His fantasies didn’t involve another white man in the mix.  But now, he knew that this extended weekend was never about what he wanted, it was never about his desires or fantasies or fetishes.  Chris knew that it was a privilege and an honor to be allowed to eat her shit, that thousands and thousands of white men wanted to be in his shoes, that countless white submissives would kill to just lick her shit.  The old Chris would have whined and complained that he didn’t want to eat it from Todd’s cock, that he only wanted to eat directly from her shithole.  Even though he had sucked countless white cocks before, he would have pretended to be outraged and offended by the concept, holding on to the false pretense that he was really straight and he only did forced bi stuff for Dommes even though she knew that wasn’t the case at all.  For old Chris, it didn’t matter.  He was invested in “the lie”.  And the lie was that he was a white man and therefor his proverbial shit didn’t stink.  The lie was how he deluded himself into thinking he was really superior. 

 

The centered and grounded Chris wanted her shit any way he could get it and he was extremely turned on by the idea of being watched while he sucked cock and ate shit from a white man’s body.  Something about that was more arousing than eating directly from a Black man’s asshole.  It was almost as if he now believed that white men were truly inferior and that made his willingness to perform with one in front of Scottie that much more depraved and filthy.  His cock leaked. 

 

Chris leaned down and inhaled the pungent aroma.  He opened his mouth and took a bit of the softer shit, the shit that had come out last.  Making himself comfortable, he got settled between Todd’s legs and started feasting.  He grunted like a pig, involuntarily.  Todd encouraged him.  “Yeah, eat that shit.  Eat it.”  Chris chewed shit, he swallowed shit, he went back for more and he couldn’t get enough.  When the biggest pieces had been consumed, he took up his task of sucking cock.  He grabbed Todd’s cock and shit jerked him for a minute or two and then deep-throated it.  Todd fucked his mouth and Scottie finger fucked her pussy from across the room as she watched her two toys playing such dirty games. 

 

“I want to see you two fuck,” Scottie demanded in a sweaty, throaty voice that indicated that she was close to cumming.   Chris didn’t wait for instructions.  He grabbed Todd’s shitty cock and sat on it.  He was getting fucked with Scottie’s shit as lube.  Todd rammed his cock as hard as he could into Chris, trying to throw him off like a bucking bronco.  Chris held on and pulled Todd’s nipple and leaned down and shit kissed him.  They swapped tongues and brown, stinky saliva. 

 

Todd didn’t eat shit, it wasn’t really his kink, but he was mature enough to know that when you get fucked in the ass, shit happens.  He’d licked ass, both clean and dirty, in his service to his Mistress and he, on occasion would get so hot, in times like this, that he would throw caution to the wind and get caught up in the moment.  When he was horny, when he was turned on like crazy, when his cock controlled his brain, the smell of shit wasn’t offensive to him, it didn’t make him gag or want to puke.  The taste always seemed more like mud than anything, or at least what he thought mud would taste like, and not nearly as bad as he thought it would be. 

 

Chris, on the other hand was an experienced shit eater and he craved the taste of shit in his mouth.  It registered as pleasure the second he took a bite, his balls tingled the minute he swallowed shit.  Everything about shit was erotic to him.  The fact that this majestic woman, this Goddess had gifted him with her shit that was now inside him, that he was going to shit out tomorrow, it was almost too much arousal for him to take. 

 

Todd could sense that Chris was about to cum and he moaned, “Stoooop.  Eat my shitty fuckhole.”  He would have much preferred to have Andre’s cock in his ass but Chris’ tongue would have to suffice for the moment.  He would have loved to have gotten fucked by Andre in front of Chris in fact, showing off his slutty skills, making Chris green with jealousy, being a total bottom white fucking faggot bitch who was proud to show off his love of not only Black cock, but the powerful sexy man it was attached to.  Perhaps some other time, if Chris didn’t run away, like most white subs do after they have been mentally and psychologically fucked by Mistress Scottie Lowe, maybe Todd could show Chris how he catered, pampered, worshiped, and served his gorgeous Black Master.  He wanted Chris to know, he wanted the world to know that he was nothing more than Andre’s pussy bitchboi who lived to satisfy his every nasty desire.  Maybe in the future he and Chris could get gangbanged together, taking on a room full of Black men with huge, hard, hung cocks ready to batter their shitholes and dump load after load of potent Black sperm in their desperate white sissy cunts.  He didn’t really have time to think about it.  He was too concerned with getting on his knees and putting his face down and his ass up and presenting his horny hole like he was a rutting bitch in heat, desperate for his Mistress to watch.  He wanted her approval.  They both did. 

 

Chris got down and ate Todd’s asshole.  He spit in it and pulled it open to see inside.  He could taste slimy ass juice.  There was no real shit but it tasted good anyway.  Chris dined on that asshole like it was a meal at five star restaurant.  Todd pushed and served up a giant helping of man fart and Chris wanted seconds.  His head was spinning. 

 

Finally, Todd could take no more and he needed to cum.  Chris was a total bottom, he had no desire to fuck anyone so it was his turn to assume the position.  He got on his knees with his face down and looked over his shoulder and stated in no uncertain terms, “FUCK ME!”  Todd was more than willing to oblige.  He wasn’t a top necessarily but he certainly knew his way around an asshole.  He got behind Chris and took careful aim.  He lined up the head of his cock with Chris’ hole and pushed it in and let him get accustomed to it before proceeding further. 

 

Chris was in deep shit, but this time it wasn’t literal, it was figurative.  He was going to cum.  With just the head of Todd’s dick in his tight hole . . . He could tell he wasn’t going to be able to last very long at all.  He worked his boicunt like a $1000 a night whore, squeezing that sphincter like he was trying to rip Todd’s cock off.  He was shaking, bouncing, and gyrating his ass like he had seen so many Black women do in videos.  Well, at least he tried his best.  If he was going to cum, he was going to make sure Todd did too; he wasn’t going to be the only one to pop his cork.   Todd could tell immediately that he was in an experience hole and he started ramming it, fucking it deep and hard and long and replicating the strokes of the countless Black men he had watched in porn.  Well, at least he tried his best. 

 

Scottie decided it was time to add her own commentary to inspire Chris.  She looked down on him from the bed and asked the most poignant question she could.  “Who’s inferior now, bitch?” 

 

Chris looked at her and he felt shame and humiliation like he’d never felt before.  She spoke directly to him.   “That’s right, bitch.  Who’s fucking inferior now?  You are nothing more than a repugnant, vile, repulsive Caucasian pig, wallowing in shit where you belong.  You fucking disgust me.  You walk around, arrogant and racist, with your smug belief that white men are inherently better.  All the while you know that you are nothing more than a revolting piece of shit who fucking gets off on eating shit.  What sort of fucking nasty pervert gets off on eating shit?  I LOVE seeing white men in their truest forms: obscene, perverted, and depraved with no morality or conscience.  It makes my pussy wet to see white men wallowing in filth and begging for more, like the true fucking sub-human scum you really are.  You’re God damn right Black people are superior to you, you fucking twisted, sick fuck.  All you are good for is eating my stinking turds.  That’s all you’ll ever be good for, white trash!   I will reign over you, own you, control you, because I am a Divine Ebony Queen, truly, infinitely, inherently superior, I am the beautiful Black bitch of your worst fucking nightmares.  Fucking filthy white faggot bitch. Choke on my fucking shit you swine.” 

 

Somewhere in the middle of her eloquent and articulate diatribe, Chris started cumming.  He was cumming from a place he had never felt before.  He was cumming from his abused asspussy, deep inside.  He was shooting semen from his cock that seemed endless and life-altering.  And . . . he was cumming in his soul.  He was consumed with bliss.  A feeling of euphoria, of release, of pleasure he didn’t even know existed overwhelmed him as he stared into her eyes and he knew that every word she was saying was the absolute truth. 

 

The morning of the fourth day, he awoke one final time in Scottie’s presence.  She was fully dressed and her bags were packed, sitting by the door, and she was sipping coffee and reading the paper.  “Good morning, sleepy head.  You look like you had a rough night.”  She smiled and got up and offered to help him with his bed.  He declined the offer and dumped all the sheets on the floor for the maid to gather when she cleaned the room.  He made his way to the bathroom and stopped and stared in the mirror, amazed again that he didn’t remember bathing, he didn’t remember anything after ejaculating not just cum from his cock but ejaculating a portion of his identity from deep inside is very being.  He could feel his bowels telling him that it was time to go but instead he took his butt plug and sucked it and got it nice and wet before he inserted it in his well-used asshole. 

 

“Oh, I packed all of our drugstore purchases up for you to take home with you,” Scottie yelled through the door. 

 

“Thank you,” he said quietly as he came out.  “Oh, and would it be possible for me to get a few of those intestinal cleanse pills also or is that too much to ask?” 

 

“It’s already done my sweet boy.”  Her affectionate tone caught him off-guard. 

 

“Ma’am can I ask you a question?  Those things you said last night.  Did you mean them or were you just saying them to be . . . ?”

 

She cut him off before he could finish.  “Christopher, I meant every word.  You are inferior to me.”  Chris could have dropped to her feet and kissed them.  There was something reassuring about the fact that she looked down on him with disgust. 

 

Chris and Scottie said their goodbyes at the front of the hotel.  She was as gracious and charming as ever and anyone witnessing their parting would have easily mistaken them as lovers.  Todd brought the car around to pick her up and he held her soft, dainty hand as he helped her into the back seat.  He winked at Chris and nodded, communicating with just a gesture that things would never be the same for him again.

 

Chris had to fend for himself and take a taxi to the airport.  Before he boarded, he headed straight for the gift shop.  “Excuse me,” he asked the salesclerk, “can you tell me where I might find the Imodium?  I’m having some . . . tummy troubles.” 

 

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