Getting over my fetish

“I’m so sorry. Dawn said you can handle hers so you would be able to handle mine. I can’t believe it’s still coming out. I wish I could stop it but it might do damage to my insides if I do. Even If I wanted to stop it I don’t think my ass would let me until its finish. You ever had one of those types of shits?

I can feel the giant shit push against my stomach entrance. There was no use fighting it. Even if she stopped right now how would I get it out of my throat? I let my arms drop. She looks down at me still smiling watch my eyes roll back. Then I hear the door open.

“You still going?” Dawn asked

“I was just teasing with him before I start to take a shit. You know fart in his face and stuff.” Roberta said smiling at Dawn.

“I do the same thing. I love torturing him that way.”

“Well I want another cup of coffee with you so let me push this one piece out real quick.”

With that Roberta pushes hard and pushing the rest out of her ass and push the tip all the way into the stomach. This made my stomach expand a little bit. She peed and raised the seat and toke her time at wiping.