Every day my email dings with new possibilities, all types of men and all types of messages. On the whole I look through them, but am pretty uninterested. But Martin did seem different. OK, I don’t really go by the photo, but he looked just like his description…tall, handsome and with a winning smile. His letter was short but warm. So I wrote back.
And now, three months later, here we are in Paris! Cafes, culture and lots of wonderful sex. I learned alot about myself and more importantly, about my limits. For instance, I’ve never liked being licked out or sucking cock. And I never allowed my husband to cum in my mouth (looking back, probably one of the many reasons we got divorced). But with Martin everything was different. He was so gentle and explained it all so logically. And boy was I glad of that. I couldn’t get enough of his tongue (and now with a finger up my butt at the same time!). And I loved feeling his hot jizz spurting into the back of my throat. He loved to see his cum and I was only to happy to oblige, rolling his cum around my mouth and letting it dribble out onto his hardening cock. Once in a restaurant, I jerked him off into my hand under the long table clothe, and then ate it. And some nights later, in a hot and crowded club, he sat me on his lap, and after fingering me, let his cock slide up my ass hole….I just had to move the smallest amount and then a few minutes later his cock spasmed and he shot a huge load into me.
On our last night, we were laying on the bed, flicking through the TV channels before we got ready to go out to dinner. He turned and kissed me and then asked me if I would do him a favour. He said that he was feeling a bit embarressed, but said that he had come to realize that this was important to him within a relationship. I was now a little more than curious. He gently explained that ever since he was small, he’d had a fetish for watching girls shit themselves. Errr…OK…I admit that I was a little shocked, but tried to hide my reation as I could see that this fetish was obviously very important to Martin. And then he asked if I would consider doing it for him.
Well, that’s not your everyday sort of question. And so I said “Yes”, but I must admit, I really thought that this was step too far. I guess that I was kinda falling in love and wanted to make him happy. Any how, I done so many new and what I before thought of as “dirty” things with Martin, that how was this really in any way different. So I decided to do it well!
I looked though my sexy underware untill I found a lovely whte lacy pair of panties. I went into the bathroom and chnged into these, plus a nice pushup bra and high heels. I did my hair and makeup. And I also did some tummy crunched to make sure that I could produce a big poop.
Opening the bathroom door, I walked across the room as sexily as possible, and within moments had his stiffening cock in my greedy mouth. At the same time I would break off sucking to tell him of the huge shit I was going to do for him. I could feel his excitment rising. Finally I got of the bed and walked back to the bathroom. With the door open, he could have a good view of the glass shower cubicle. I climbed in and then started the shower. I pushed my now wet arse up againgst the glass and moved it round and round. Bending forwards, I relaxed by butt and felt a huge load, a massive poop sliding out into my panties. I squashed it up against the glass and smeared it around. The smell was strong, but the feeling was fantastic. Suddenly the shower door was flung open and there was Martin thrusting his huge cock into my face before letting a massise stream of sperm shoot into my eager mouth. It just kept cumming and cumming. Finally, he just fell to the floor, with a huge smile on his face.
And now we are married! I shit for him all the time and he fills me with cum. I think this one’s a keeper!
