His dick was steaming hot. I asked him if he had gotten a blow job from a guy before; he said no. Man, those were words I wanted to hear, his “virgi...” cock was about to explode from the blow job I was about to give him. I teased his head by using my tongue to lick his piss slit, and lick the underside of his head. Then to my surprise, his dick pulsed and he shot pre-cum on my face. I jumped back because I had never seen a dick do that! I was tempted to stop but the smirk on his face made me. Isha started to cry in a low voice. I took out my handkerchief and gave it to her. She wiped her eyes and thanked me. I tried to console her. I told her that it was her BF’s loss, as he didn’t deserve her. My words were working. She was trying to stop her tears.I told her that anybody would want to date her because she was a beauty with brains, which is a very rare combination. I cracked a few jokes and tried to flirt with her. She was responding very well.While flirting, I held her hand and. .." "Don't forget the bare floors and the bald eagles..." "Permanently etched in my photographic memory, and that's actually a new category." Calvin the emcee strode onstage as the last act exited stage left. "So I wanted to remind all the guests to please visit our website to vote on the lovely winners of tonight's show. Go to BBluesBabe2015 to cast your vote!" I nudged Jeff and the bar lights dimmed again as our three gals strutted out on stage to an old Deja Vu Club song "Pussy Control". Now. After all, this was the first day of the rest of her life as a toilet.As she was pressing her tongue against my asshole, I let loose a long, slow fart. It billowed out of my anus, directly into her mouth and nose. For her, it must have had an odor of pure shit. I could hear her choke and gag for a moment, but then her tongue resumed its motion against my anal sphincter. Good for her. Now for the real test.With a slow, steady pressure, I started forcing out a hard, heavy turd. I reflected.