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the neighbor

( MF, fff, f/bg, voy, suggested ws and scat, no sex, suggested inc )

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((

This is a little bit different. I enjoy posting on a wonderful forum
called "The Toilet" at griot/house/toilet/. It is a very
well-moderated forum that allows users to post stories about their own
experiences or observations involving bathroom functions. On that forum I
post under the name "the neighbor", and I assume a persona that is
relatively close to my own. The style of board posts can be a little
off-putting to some fiction fans (especially since character dialog is
minimal), but it also has the frequent benefit of being a little more
to-the-point, since a forum post typically requires an economy of words. I
present here the posts I've made so far as "the neighbor", starting with
the oldest (first) post and continuing down to the most recent.

))

October 12, 2003.

Longtime lurker, first time poster.

I was out doing yardwork this afternoon, and I saw something that will
interest this board. Our backyard has a seven-foot wooden privacy fence
around it. Everyone's backyard in our neighborhood has that kind of fence.

Our neighbors on one side are a little older than us, but they are both
very good-looking, as are their kids. The wife in particular is a pleasure
to see through the cracks in the privacy fence when she is sunning herself
out beside their pool. They don't swim or lay out in the nude or anything,
but she still is one "hot mamma" in her little string bikini!

So this afternoon I'm finished weeding around the crepe myrtles on this
same side of the yard as the fence that I like to peep through. I check to
make sure my wife and kids are still gone to the Jack Black movie, because
I've caught hell for peeping before, and I don't want to hear it from her
again. I look through the fence, and there's the gorgeous neighbor lady.
She's all by herself out getting some sun.

Then she stands up and does this kind of funny half-squat shivering
dance. Her hands are on her stomach, and she's staring hard back at her
house. It hits me -- she's got to go to the bathroom, and she's not going
to make it inside! Well, I figure she'll just do what my own kids do when
they've got to go and they're out here -- they just jump in the pool and
pee while they're in the water.

But she doesn't do that, and I can immediately see why. As she turns
and shivers and half-squats some more, I see a bulge in the back of her
bikini bottom. She crapped her pants!

She waddles over away from the pool and the back of her house, right
toward the side and the back corner where I'm standing! At first I'm
paranoid she'll know I'm there, but then I figure she's too distracted by
her problem to really notice. The sun was pretty much straight up in the
sky then, anyway, so it's not like my shadow was going to give me away.

So she unties her bikini bottoms and lets the back fall free -- and
splat! goes her poop, right onto the dirt between her feet. Then she
squats and pisses for about a whole minutes, then she grunts and groans,
and I realize she's pooping some more. Finally, just like a cat, she
stands up and sweeps a whole bunch of mulch and dirt over her mess with her
feet.

She goes back bare-assed to the back of her house, turns on this hose,
and calmly washes off her backside, her legs, her feet, then she washes out
her bikini bottoms. She puts them back on, jumps into the pool and
proceeds to swim around for at least another fifteen minutes.

I finally couldn't stand it anymore and had to go inside. The smell
from her mess was really getting to me, and I ended up jumping all over my
own wife just about the instant she got home!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

October 25, 2003.

Well, it was nice to see my post get added to this great forum, so I'll
give everybody another story I experienced, if that's OK.

I walk my dog every evening after work, and my route usually goes into
the neighborhood next to ours, which is older with smaller houses, and a
lot of married students live there who attend the nearby university.
Sometimes this one particular college girl is out power walking, and that's
always a treat. She wears spandex and these bouncy-looking tennis shoes
and a sports bra. Her ponytail bounces all around. Very nice.

So one day last summer I'm with the dog in this older neighborhood, and
it's dusk, very dark in the shadows of the trees, etc. This college girl
is about one hundred feet ahead of me, and she hasn't noticed I'm behind
her yet. She's doing her big strides walking, swinging her arms, when all
of a sudden she stops dead in her tracks, doubles over, and grabs at her
midsection. My dog picks that moment to get super-interested in something
beside the sidewalk, so I have to stop for a little bit to let him finish
his investigation. Meanwhile, the girl stands up straight and hurries off
the sidewalk, directly into the bushes beside her.

I think it's weird, and urge my dog to keep walking, so that we can pass
by the shrubbery where she disappeared. As we get level with the spot, I
can see her squatting there just behind the first layer of leaves. The dog
of course knows she's there, and he starts growling and doing his thing
trying to protect me. The girl just stares up at me with this wide-eyed
panic, clearly suffering. Then I hear a long series of wet sloppy farts,
along with that gushing, splashy sound that watery crap makes -- we all
know that sound. She finally lets out a breath and laughs too loud, almost
tips over. "Diarrhea, like you can't believe!" she says, and lets out
another laugh and another flood of mess.

Part of me wanted to see it running out from under her, through the dirt
and grass and onto the sidewalk where I was standing. It had an amazing
stink to it. The dog caught the whiff, too, and he started to whine. But
then part of me felt really bad for her, and I remembered my manners. I
asked if I could help. She just chuckled in an embarrassed way and said
"No, but thanks", and so I told her "Sorry" and quickly moved my dog and
myself way on down the road.

We doubled back about ten minutes later. I hoped we'd pass her or see
her someplace, but she was long gone. Passing her spot in the bushes, the
smell was still in the air, but by then it was too dark to see any kind of
puddles or anything underneath the shrubs. So I took my dog on home and
jumped in the shower for some relief.

And now when I see that girl out walking in the evenings, she throws me
a real friendly wave and smile, but we don't speak, not even to say "hi".
I'm sure that's the way it'll continue, too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

October 31, 2003

I can't help but add an observation that is related to Noreen's
situation with her daughter's pants-pooping. In times gone by I have seen
those sort of posts by other people on other sites before, and I was always
a little skeptical as to whether or not they were real or just fantasies.
But then there was a very odd thing that I witnessed two summers ago, and I
began to think that maybe there really are people out there who like to do
that sort of thing. And now that I've been reading Noreen's posts, I'm
more sure than ever that what I saw two years ago was people intentionally
pooping in their pants. My wife was with me at the time, and she had said
"There's something weird about that...." in this voice full of shock and
disbelief, but I don't think she quite figured it out, either. But it was
clear that, like me, she was very disturbed that there were two people
together in public with full-of-poop pants.

We were in a McDonald's on a Tuesday, right in the middle of the
afternoon, three to three-thirty. Very few other patrons were in the
place, and there appeared to be less employees, too. It was apparently a
slow time of day, but we were meeting for a late lunch since both of us had
decided to work late and just skip dinner that night. It was really hot
that day, too, and in walks three girls dressed really sexily (in my
opinion, at least). They each wore their own variety of super-short
shorts, spaghetti-strap top, no bra, flip flops. They all three looked
about sixteen or seventeen years old, definitely not grown women, but also
not middle school girls, either. Gorgeous girls, I'm sure you can imagine,
and I remember I was facing the door they came in, so I got to watch them
coming right on by. My wife of course noticed my stares and glanced
around, then watched them with me as they passed. She isn't really a
jealous woman, and so she just chuckled a little and went back to eating.

But then my wife gasped and gawked at something over my shoulder, in the
same direction the girls had gone--toward the bathrooms. My wife muttered,
"Oh my God," and as I turned she whispered, "That girl just crapped her
pants! She couldn't get into the bathroom quick enough." And there was one
of those girls, bent over with her hands on her stomach, moaning, right at
the closed door of the bathroom. Her two friends stood on either side.
One was rubbing her back and saying something, and the other was clutching
her own stomach and doing this funny little bathroom dance. She had this
d look on her face, and she kept glancing over at us while we stared
like tourists. Then girl who'd pooped her pants started talking. We were
the only customers on that side of the restaraunt, so it was easy to hear
what they were saying.

She said something like, "I knew I wouldn't make it!" Then, "Oh God, I'm
so embarrassed!"

The friend rubbing her back said, "Do you feel better?" and other things
like that, to comfort the girl.

The third girl, who had still not gone into the bathroom, suddenly
turned away from us and raised her voice at the other two. "I gotta go
too, so get out of the way before I--" and you can guess what happened.
The girl had taken but one step when she stopped still and sort of squeaked
like a mouse, reached both hands back behind her to cover her little khaki
shorts, and then all we heard were the "ffffrrrttttthhhhh" and
"ffflfllltttt" of these nasty farts she made. And then she sort of said,
"Ohhhhh," in this groaning voice, and just like that we could smell this
strong shit odor float over us in a thick cloud. My wife and I couldn't
look away, and the girls didn't seem to care much about that. They were
very absorbed in what was happening. The first pooping girl had moved
somehow and caused pieces of turds to squish out from around her
shorts-legs, dropping down her thighs and calves and onto the tiled floor,
leaving these wet brown streaks on her pretty skin. The other pooping girl
hadn't dropped anything out of her pants yet, but with both hands she was
pushing on the huge lump covering her backside. It was one of those
surreal moments when you suddenly think that it's not possibly really
happening, that you are hallucinating. The girls were just standing there
rubbing on their stained and wet pants, stinking up one whole side of a
McDonald's, and my wife and I were just as absorbed with blatantly ogling
every little thing they did.

Then the girl who hadn't pooped said that maybe they should go on in the
bathroom and try to clean up. But the second pooping girl said "Why?
We're already filthy, we might as well just go back to my house and clean
up there." The other pooping girl agreed, and so they turned around. "Just
walk careful so you don't drop it out everywhere," the second pooping girl
said. When they passed us on their way back out the door, each of the
three girls whispered "Sorry" to us and sort of flashed this shameful
smirk. We watched them go, both girls now dripping liquid bits of crap down
the backs of their legs in thin trails like the seams on pantyhose. Their
car was out of sight from our vantage point, it was too far beyond the door
that led them outside. They were through the door and gone in no time at
all, despite trying to be careful not to make their messes worse.

Looking down at the floor, my wife and I both saw at the exact same time
a small turd that had splattered onto the tile right beside us as the girls
had walked by. My wife gagged, got up, and ran out the door to the parking
lot. I was sickened and excited, of course, but I did have to hold my
breath while I picked up our trash and took the tray back to its place. I
thought about telling one of the McDonald's employees before I left, but I
remember thinking suddenly that it would be more funny if they just
discovered it for themselves. My wife was all watery-eyed from trying to
choke back her urge to puke, but a few more moments in the fresh outside
air had her back to normal again. We glanced around, but the girls were
gone.

So now I'm thinking that those girls definitely did that on purpose. It
was just too weird that two girls would have the exact same accident at the
exact same time and place like that. I remember wondering about that back
then, until I'd concluded that nobody would ever go out and do that with a
friend, since that wasn't something even a friend would ever know that you
liked to do. That was just too much for me to believe, I guess. But now,
considering Noreen's daugther and her friend, I guess I know that there's
definitely girls out there who would do things like that and get their
friends involved, too. Amazing! It's probably about as rare as lighting
striking twice, but I do hope I get to witness another accident or two like
that some day....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

November 6, 2003

It was nice to see that some of you got a charge out of the last
experience I talked about here. Like I said before, I couldn't believe
that girls actually would like pooping publicly and shaming themselves like
that, but they sure did! I know I'll never forget it....

There was a question by Amber about my wife and her poops. I'll try to
explain if I can. My wife is very easy-going and open-minded about pretty
much everything. So she's never been hung up or shy about her bathroom
functions. We've always had a household that doesn't bother closing doors
or maintaining privacy when bathroom things are going on. I often pee and
poop in the toilet right next to my wife while she does her hair or makeup
in our bathroom. She does the same with me, often pooping and peeing while
I'm shaving or whatever. Personally, I think it builds a bond that's so
strong and intimate. It's really to me the next-closest intimacy you can
have with another person, other than sexual intercourse. I love that we
are that relaxed and free with each other, that we can stink up our little
bathroom and we'll still stick around and talk and do our thing and not
freak out or get irritated.

Anyway, so I've seen and heard my wife pee and poop more times than I
can possibly remember. We've been married for fifteen years now, so you
can imagine! I have always loved the erotic aspects of pooping,
especially, so I tend to try to glance between my wife's legs when she is
straining, and I like the smell most of the time. When she stands up I
like to glance at what she's left in the toilet, and often we'll talk about
it a little. "That was a huge one!" or "Look at that weird color!" Things
like that. My wife does not get as excited as I do about poop, but she
does have a good attitude about my feelings, so she's always been
accomodating and nice. She loves me, what else can I say! I'm a lucky
man, I know.

There have been more than a few times when I've been really horny, and
I've asked (or my wife has just done it) her to get up on her toes on the
seat, crouching, so I can watch her poop come out really good. Every now
and then she'll go out into the backyard with me and poop here or there,
just for the strangeness of it. She's pooped in the kitchen and the garage
a few times, too, but she doesn't like that very much because the smell
seems harder to dissipate. We tend to enjoy really, really fun and
satisfying sex when she lets me watch her poop beforehand. It does seem to
turn her on to the point that she is as frisky as I am when we jump into
the bed. My wife won't ever touch her own poop or do anything as wild as
that, but she will let me handle her poops from time to time, and she will
often leave her bottom unwiped if we are going straight from the bathroom
to the bedroom. It's not like she does any kind of scat stuff sexually,
you understand-- she's just nice to me.

I can't say enough how incredible she is, as my wife and my best friend
and everything, because I know without a doubt that a lot of other men
could never, ever have that kind of a relationship with their spouse. She
does have her own wild fantasies and turn-ons, so I try to indulge her
whenever I can. Those lusts of hers are off-topic to this board, since
they have nothing whatsoever to do with toilet functions. I won't bother
taking up any more space about it except to say that she actively
participates in a board or two that she has found that deal with some of
the things that she likes to get all juiced about.

I hope I explained about my wife well enough. If Amber or anyone wants
to know more, just ask, I guess! (I'm very sorry this post is going to be
so long. I hope it isn't cut up too much.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

November 6, 2003

I'm sending another post because I forgot to answer a question. I hope
it's OK.

To Amber -- You asked if anything else has happened with my next door
neighbor. Unfortunately, I've only seen her poop that one time. I have
spied more than a few times in their windows and have watched she and her
husband have sex, though. She is bisexual, so there have been some really
great "peeping" moments over the years concerning her. That was why I was
able to witness her pooping problem in the first place -- I'd gotten in the
habit of spying on her whenever the opportunity came up. I will say that
she is definitely a liberal kind of lady, and so's her husband. He lets
her do whatever she wants with whomever she wants to do it with, but I
guess that's what works for them. He likes to videotape her with the other
women, especially, and she sort of bosses everybody in the bedroom around.
It's great because their bedroom is on our side of the house, has big
french doors in the back and a window on the side, and plenty of shrubs and
shadows to hide in. I can look in through the places where the blinds are
gapped a little, and I can usually see great.

As for my own poop experiences, I should let you know that my own poop
doesn't interest me nearly as much as poops made by women. I love to watch
and smell and hear and see the aftermath of women pooping. My own poop is
usually soft and nasty-looking and not all that wonderful to me, but I tend
to have a giant distraction when it comes to being around women when they
poop -- or the gifts they leave behind! When I was a kid, there were
several poop-related experiences I had that definitely "changed me" and
made me the female-poop-obsessed man that I am today. I will spend some
time this weekend trying to write out at least one or two of those
experiences. I'm actually curious if anyone else might have had some
similar things happen to them, so I guess now is the time I should say
"stay tuned"!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

November 19, 2003

To JW -- You asked me a while back if I ever had to help my wife with
her bowel movements, such as help her dig out a poop or give her an
enema....

My wife has never asked me nor allowed me to dig poop out of her rear.
It has been discussed between us on multiple occasions over the years, but
she will not relent. I guess you could say that it's one of those
boundaries that she won't cross. If you've read my other posts you know
that she's a wonderful, generous wife; she indulges me and pleases me in so
many other ways that I really can't complain about not being able to dig it
right out of her like that. Truly, though, she's never really backed up
all that much. She doesn't suffer from constipation hardly at all, even
with her cycle. Mostly, she just goes from regular/normal bm's to
runny/loose bm's, and that's about it. Maybe a couple times a year she
gets into a "stopped up" situation, but she takes fiber or laxatives, and
then everything's OK.

As for enemas, my wife has a little circle of friends who go and get
them once every season (or quarter, for you business people). It's like
this tradition that they've had going all the way back to her college days,
so since it pre-dates me, I'm pretty much left out in the cold as far as
having anything to do with it. She just does that for fun, she says.
She'll tell me "It's a girl thing" and to relax. They take a weekend every
three months and go off to this spa and get the full treatment. Facials,
massages, mud baths, enemas, you name it. And I can't complain, because
she always comes back feeling great and horny as hell, so I definitely
benefit from being left out.

And, obviously, if my wife isn't constipated much, then she doesn't have
any true therapeutic need for enemas at home. However, she does indulge me
once or twice a year and lets me get out our little Walgreens enema kit.
I'll give her some warm soap and water and she'll let me watch it all come
out a few minutes later, then we run to the bed and go crazy back there for
a while. Like I've said before, she's a wonderful woman, and I'm lucky to
have her!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

November 21, 2003

Here are some memories from my childhood. Please let me know if you
have experienced anything similar.

Growing up I had an older sister and a younger sister. My older sister
was nine when I was five, and my younger sister was three. That was the
age when my older sister decided she would have us start playing "doctor"
with her. She already played doctor with her girlfriends from down the
street. I used to spy on them all the time and get so confused and excited
about all the weird things they did. It's no doubt that it was all that
spying that set me on the road to the expert voyeur that I am today.
Anyway, I'd always feared that my sister would discover me watching her,
but that was half of the thrill, of course. It turned out that she'd known
it all along, and it wasn't until we moved to a different neighborhood that
she brought me (and our little sister) into her doctor games-- simply
because her other friends were no longer around.

To be on-topic, I should tell you that my older sister liked to poop as
a major part of her doctor games. She kept a Corelle soup bowl in her room
that she had managed to steal from the kitchen ages before, and whenever
she got in the mood to play doctor, she'd eventually pull it out and use it
as her "specimen bowl". My job in those games was to hold the bowl under
her and catch all her poop and pee. My little sister usually got the job
of wiping.

There was other stuff involved in playing doctor, of course, but all of
that is off-topic, I suppose. I guess I should just say that my older
sister had a huge imagination and developed this elaborate construct that
she'd lead us through like a ringmaster in a circus. It changed in subtle
ways from one time to the next, but the pooping and peeing into the bowl
always was a part of it at some point in the proceedings. At the end of
our play time, my sister would order me into the bathroom to dispose of her
specimen and to clean out the bowl, while my little sister usually stayed
back in the room with her to help her get back into her clothes. Then my
older sister would take the bowl back when I returned, and she would hide
it away until the next time.

We played doctor like that at least once or twice a month, usually when
our parents were busy on a Saturday cleaning or doing yardwork and stuff,
when the "coast was clear". We would lock ourselves in her room for a
couple hours and play our little game, and not even once did we come close
to getting caught. My sister was a master of planning, I guess you could
say. (She's a retail manager now, as an adult, so I don't know if there's
a connection there or not.) We kept playing doctor until she was almost out
of eighth grade, so I suppose she was fourteen or so, and she finally got
her first boyfriend. After that, we were long-forgotten, and it was all
about the boyfriends from then on.

My little sister and I never once played doctor as a two-some. It was
not even an interesting idea to me, and I don't think she thought it was,
either. We had to have our older sister there telling us what to do and
how to do it in order for us to enjoy the game. So when that boyfriend
came into the picture, my little sister just started spending more time
with her friends, and I spent more time with mine. I continued to spy on
both sisters, though, as often as possible, and that was very rewarding,
let me tell you!

Another thing I need to mention is that my little sister-- as far back
as I can remember-- had a habit of never flushing the toilet that we all
shared in our upstairs part of the house. She pooped at least once a day,
I guess, so just about every day I'd end up staring at a big log or two of
hers floating down there in the commode while I peed all over it. My older
sister and I never got on her case about it, though, considering the whole
doctor game we liked to play.

It was so weird to look back on all that as I got older, because for my
entire childhood I had the regular occurrence of seeing the poop made by
both of my sisters. And the funniest part of that is the fact that they
never once saw one of mine!

Anyway, my little sister is still in graduate school, sort of a
"professional student" and all that. She and I are a lot closer to each
other emotionally than we are to our older sister, who lives several states
away now and isn't very affectionate when we see her or talk to her. She's
sort of an "all business" kind of person now. My little sister is like a
hippie from the old days, smokes a lot of pot and has tons of piercings and
tattoos, and she's a really funny, sensitive, loving girl. Me, I'm the
boring middle sibling, the brother who came out normal. Except for craving
the sight of a woman's poop, of course. And except for spying on the
neighbors all the time, too. But those are secrets only you guys and my
wife knows-- so to the rest of the world I'm just your average Joe. I'm
kind of proud of that, all things considered.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2003 by bluepervina.

Feedback welcomed!
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Monday, July 26, 2004

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Naff Girl (Mff, bd, ws, scat, fairytale)

By Molly S

Molly S. This story may be distributed
so long as no charge is made and the text remains
unaltered. For any other use contact
mollykitten

Comments welcome, let me know if you want more!

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Mff, bd, ws, scat, fairytale

It contains material that some people may find
offensive.

This work is a piece of fiction. The author
does not condone any of the actions herein.

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NAFF GIRL


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All Karen ever wanted to be was a good slave girl. But
nobody wanted her. Karen was a just a naff girl. She
lived in the slave shop on the High Street. The cruel
slave master had long ago decided that nobody wanted to
buy Karen.

The cruel slave master took Karen out of her display
cage. He just kept her around to slop out the other
cages. Karen was only given leftover scraps to eat.
At night the slave master would make her suck his
smelly cock. Karen knew she was a naff girl and that
was all she was good for.

The other slaves would laugh at Karen. They'd call her
names and spit on her. They would only throw her food
if she performed for them. Karen was made to bounce
her boobs. Karen was made to play with herself.
Sometimes she had to give oral sex through the bars.
One nasty girl would dip food in the chamber pot and
offer it to her. Karen was always so hungry she'd
usually eat it.

One day a handsome master came into the slave shop.
All the other slaves started showing off for him. They
all hoped he would buy them. Karen glanced at him and
then looked away. "He'll never buy me," she thought
with a pain in her tummy. Karen just went on mopping
up a spilled chamber pot with her hair.

Just then Karen felt a warm stream of liquid on the
back of her head. Karen turned round startled. She
saw the handsome master had taken his huge cock out.
His cock was the most magnificent thing Karen had ever
seen. The handsome master was peeing on her! Karen
was so pleased to have the handsome master show her
some attention. She let him pee on her face. She let
him pee on her breasts. She opened her mouth to taste
the wonderful piss and rubbed it into her body.

That night Karen slept in her corner still damp from
the handsome master's urine. For a moment she felt
warm inside knowing that at least her life had been
worthwhile.

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The next day the handsome master returned. Karen was
so excited. It was like a dream. She prayed it would
never end. Karen didn't even dare hope he would play
with her again. Karen didn't was to get her hopes up
incase she would be dissapointed. She reminded
herself that she wasn't even worth the time of day.
Karen went about putting food into the slaves dishes
while the others showed themselves off.

Karen couldn't believe it when the handsome master came
over to her. "You look like you could use a meal
yourself little one," he said. With that he took his
magnificant cock out. "Open your mouth and stick your
tounge out," he commanded. Karen obeyed like a good
little slave girl.

The magnificant master held his cock just in front of
Karen's mouth. He started to pump it back and forth.
It was the greatest sight Karen had ever seen. Before
long the handsome master came into Karen's mouth. Hot
streams of cum filled her mouth. The handsome master
came unlike anyone she had seen before. There was so
much cum and it was tasty too. Karen happily slurped
it all up.

That night Karen curled up in her corner happy. The
other slaves just had plain old food. She had a
tummy full of the hansome master's cum.

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The next day the handsome master came back again.
Karen was so excited but she didn't want to get her
hopes up again. Karen just went about cleaning the
toilet.

Karen waited for a while. Then the handsome master
came over to the stall Karen was cleaning. The
handsome master shut the door. It was a very tight
squeeze. "It's you again! You look starved. You
are very lucky I found you here. You see, I need to
go poo-poo. It can feed you with it." Karen was
overjoyed that the handsome master wanted her to eat
his poo even if she did find it disgusting.

The handsome master took out his cane. He poked her
around until she had her head over the toilet seat.
Then the handsome master pulled his pants down. Karen
was so happy. She was alone in a toilet with a naked
master who was about to poo in her mouth. The handsome
master sat back onto Karen's face. He rubbed his anus
all over Karen's face. Karen wriggled in excitement.

The handsome master stuck his anus onto Karen's nose.
He let out a little botty-burp. Karen squealed in
pleasure as she breathed in his precious gas. Karen
sniffed at his hole. Suddenly the head of a poo
appeared. The poo touched Karen's nose and left a
little brown mark. The handsome master put his hole
over Karen's mouth. Karen opened it eagerly.

The poo slowly emerged from the masters bum. Karen
licked at it hungrilly. The poo touched her lips and
slid past. It was a huge log! The poo was being
forced out of the masters bottom into Karen's mouth.
Soon the poo filled the whole of her mouth. She felt
it hit the back of her throat. Karen didn't gag. She
had trained herself well at deepthroating with the
cruel slave master. This was the first time she had
ever deepthroated a turd.

The turd pushed its way into Karen's throat. She
opened her throat to accept the log. The master pushed
on. The handsome masters log was huge. The log was
over ten inches in length. It came from inside the
master's bottom through Karen's mouth and down her
throat all in one piece.

The masters anus closed around the poo cutting it off.
The master stood up and saw the head of the turd poking
out of Karen's mouth. Karen was getting a bit frantic.
She couldn't swallow the ten inch turd that was lodged
in her throat. She was finding it hard to breathe.

The handsome master took pity on her. He wadded up
some toilet paper so as not to get his fingers dirty
and pushed the turd further down so she could swallow.
"I'm very impressed. You've managed to eat my poo
whole." Karen beamed. She was so happy that the
handsome master was pleased with her. The master sat
back down on Karen's face to continue.

The handsome master had been out for a curry and a few
beers the previous night. He treated Karen to a nice
long curry fart which she eagerly sniffed up. Then
before she knew it his curry shit exploded into her
mouth. There was so much curry poo that she couldn't
eat it all fast enough and it covered her face.

Karen felt so lucky to have such a nice meal. She
had never got fed something as nice as curry before.
Karen scraped as much of it as possible off her face
and licked her fingers clean. The handsome master
wiped his bum. He stuffed the used toilet paper into
Karen's mouth and left.

That night Karen took the handsome masters bum wipe to
bed with her. She hugged it and felt very special.

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The following day the handsome master visited the slave
shop again. This time he said that he would pick the
slave girl that he would buy. He had chosen three slave
girls who he liked. He said they were all very good
and he would set a test to choose which one to have.

The handsome master said that he would put the three
slaves in the glory hole room so he couldn't tell which
slave was which. He would get a blow job from each of
the girls. The one who gave the best blow job would
win.

Then the master picked the slave girls he wanted and
they were led off to the glory hole room. Karen was
not picked. Karen was heartbroken. She knew that she
probablly wouldn't be picked since she was such a naff
girl. In her heart she so desperatly wanted to be the
handsome masters slave.

Karen decided to sneek into the glory hole room. The
glory hole room had three holes. A girl was tied to
each of the three holes. Each girl was tightly bound
and had a ring gag in her mouth that was clamped to
the holes in the wall. The gag stopped the girl biting
and getting away. Karen unstrapped one of the girls
who started to complain. Karen wadded up the girls
hair and stuffed it into her mouth.

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The handsome master put his magnificant cock into the
first girls mouth. The girl started sucking and
moaning and squealing. After a while the handsome
master pulled his cock out of the girl and said, "This
one is far too hard!"

The handsome master moved onto the second hole. The
second girl tried her very best but before long he
pulled out of her and said, "This one is too soft!"

Then it was Karen's turn. She felt the head of his
cock come through the wall. Karen felt butterflies
in her tummy. She couldn't believe she was about to
have such a beautiful cock in her very own mouth.

The handsome masters cock was huge. It felt like the
ten inch poo that he had pushed down her throat the
day before. Karen was so excited she nearly forgot to
give him pleasure. Karen was very good at giving head.
Karen was forced to perform on the cruel ugly slave
master every night. If Karen didn't give good head he
would beat her arse hard.

Karen worked her magic on the handsome masters cock.
She thought to herself, "If I can make him cum I can
die happy." Soon she was lost in giving her all to
the magnificant cock in her mouth. Suddenly she
realized he was about to cum. Karen sucked for all she
was worth. (Well more than that cuz she wasn't worth
very much, being a naff girl an' all) Karen didn't
want to spill a drop of his precious cum.

The handsome master cried out. "My word this one is
just right!"

His cum shot out in right down Karen's throat. He
pulled his cock out and Karen gripped the head between
her teeth just as the second spurt came. Her mouth
filled with cum and overflowed onto her face. Karen
quickly gulped it down. She ran her tounge all round
the head and around her lips to slurp up all the cum.

The handsome master buried his cock down her throat
once more and came again. Karen felt the warm sticky
cum fill her belly. Karen encouraged the handsome
master to fuck her face. She squealed with excitement
as the magnificant cock banged in and out of her gob.
The handsome master had a second orgasm. Karen was so
pleased that she had given the handsome master multiple
orgasms in her face.

Finally it was all over and she heard the magic words
"She's the one."

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Suddenly somebody cried out, "Help! Help it's the
wicked mistress of the east! She's breaking in." The
wicked mistress often came on raids. She would attack
the slave shop and steal girl slaves. She would take
them and lock them in her dungeon. The slave master
and the caretakers fought hard to save the slaves.
Despite all their efforts the wicked mistress managed
to break into the glory hole room and took away the
three chosen slaves and Karen too.

The wicked mistress took the captured slave girls to
her castle and locked them in the dungeon. One of
the slave girls was tied down bent over a metal bar
in the dungeon toilets. The male slaves would come and
fuck her when they visited the loos. Another slave
girl was given to Egor, the butler, who chained her to
his bed. He made use of her anus often. The prettiest
slave was put in a display cage. The pretty girl was
made to perform degrading acts to entertain the wicked
mistress.

The wicked mistress didn't find anything good about
Karen so she shaved off all her hair and exchanged her
at the pet shop in the market for a small lap dog.

The pet shop owner had a farm. He sent Karen out to
the farm. Karen's job was to take care of the pigs.
Karen was allowed a place to sleep with the pigs and
all the pig food she could eat. After living like a
pig for so long Karen soon forgot about the handsome
master and his magnificant cock.

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The handsome master was very upset at loosing his slave
girl. He had found the girl who gave the best blow job
in the land and now she was gone. The handsome master
took ten of his best slaves and started to search the
land for the special slave with the blow job.

"The person who finds the slave who's throat fits my
cock will receive 100,000 gold pieces as a reward."

Far and wide everyone heard about the handsome masters
search. Soon every slave owner wanted that reward. He
visited every place he could find. The handsome master
spent months getting blow job after blow job without
finding the special slave. Soon he was sad that he
hadn't found his special slave and his penis was very
sore.

One day the handsome master was driving in the
countryside wondering if he would ever find his special
slave when he passed a pig farm. For some reason he
felt that he should stop and look at the pigs. "The
blow job I had that day was so good that if I could
have it now from one of those smelly pigs I'd be
happy," he thought.

Just then he noticed one of the pigs was actually a
girl. He went to the farmer and said, "I want to have
a blow job from the pig girl." The farmer was shocked.
He let the handsome master see the pig girl. He was
very suprised when the handsome master stuck his cock
into the filthy girl's face.

Karen was too tired to notice the handsome master. The
pigs had trodden on her all night. Karen was tired.
She was covered in pig shit. When she felt the
handsome masters cock in her mouth she thought she was
dreaming. Karen tasted the handsome master pre-cum.
She remembered the blow job she had given him months
ago. She started to suck. "Fuck my face," she mewed.

The handsome master knew the minute he entered her
mouth that she was the one. He knew, once again, he
was in for the ride of his life. The handsome master
pushed Karen to the ground and started humping her
head. His cock slid in and out of her mouth. He
rammed the full ten inches into Karen's head on each
thrust. Karen's tounge worked it's magic on the
magnificant cock. Soon the handsome master came inside
Karen. Karen had eaten nothing but pig swill for
months. The handsome masters cum tasted heavenly.

Karen woke up and realized it wasn't a dream. She
saw the handsome master. Karen squealed in deight.
She saw that the huge cock in her mouth was real. She
felt that the hot sticky cum that now covered her face,
mouth, throat and tummy was real. Karen sucked for all
she was worth. The master came and came. Even when
the handsome master was milked dry he kept his cock
inside Karen. She was oh so good. His cock was going
soft and he could pee again. The handsome master
looked down at Karen. "I'm so glad I've found you and
your blow job was so good. I must give you a treat."

The handsome master let his cock go soft and started to
piss in Karen's mouth. Karen gulped down the handsome
masters piss happilly.

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The handsome master took Karen into the farmhouse where
the farmer had prepared a huge celebration meal. They
had roast chicken and beef and pork, roast potatos and
every vegetable in the land. They farmer brought out
his finest wines.

"Karen you will come and live with me and be my number
one slave girl. To celebrate we will have dinner
together."

With that the handsome master sat down on Karen's face
to eat the huge meal on the table and pressed his anus
to Karen's mouth.

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They all lived happilly ever after.

THE END

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NAFF GIRL


CAST

(in order of appearance)

Karen SHELLY
Cruel slave master LOU
Handsome master JOE
Slave girl 1 SALLY
Slave girl 2 REBECCA
Slave girl 3 TANYA


AUTHOR

2002 MOLLY S


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