“Sit. No, right there on the toilet.”

“Sir?” (her voice quivers nervously. she has a real hang-up about pissing when others can hear it)

“You need to pee. I need a blowjob. We’ll take care of both things at the same time. Get comfortable, I think it could take some time before I feel like cumming.”

(crimson-faced, she stares up at Him. she knows that He can hold off an orgasm for a long while, longer than she could hold the urgent need of her bladder)


“There are no ‘but’s’ little slut. Only the one sitting on the potty. Such a pretty little thing you are, all little-girl faced and needing to pee.”

(the blush deepens, spreads)

“One other thing. If you fart, I’m going to pull my cock out of your mouth and slap your face. Farting in front of your Sir is inappropriate, wouldn’t you say? No pooping unless you ask, first. Do you need to pop a poo from your butt?”

(horrified, she has no inkling of how to answer. who didn’t sometimes poop a bit when they peed? how could she ask such a humiliating thing?)


(how she wanted to drop her eyes, stare at His shoes, have the floor open up and swallow her whole)

“i’m not sure, Sir. Maybe?”

“Maybe there’s poo in your ass? Should we check first?”

“NO! Sir, please no…”

(His laugh is loud and deeply amused. If one could die of embarrassment, she knew she’d be six-foot-under by now)

“Alright, little slut. One more thing.”

(He reaches between her slightly opened thighs and probes her pussy. A shiver runs through her at the familiar touch even as shame, and the brilliant heat of embarrassment floods her.)

“As I thought.”

(He wipes His hand across her tits, slicking them with her own pussy juice.)

“Shall we begin?”

(she opens her mouth to receive His cock, fighting the need to pee, even as she savors the flavor of Him on her tongue.)

(He leans into her, pushing His shaft into her mouth deeply. And reaching the handle of the faucet, turns the water on.)