Shitting on someone inches from your arse was the ultimate power kick. I felt lightheaded, a huge sense of relief and calm washed over me. I was hook...d. I just didn’t know it until later.Becky uttered a brief squeak and then a spluttering sound as my long, turd coiled over her face. I looked round and marvelled at the obscenity I had given birth too and was now despoiling this natural beauty. I could see her lips and tongue moving as she sought to absorb some of my shit into her mouth.Casually. He held her shoulders and thrust into her as hard as he was able, over and over, her screams of joy ringing in his ears. He had thought he had been with some hot women, before, but they were dead fish compared to this one. Even in her state, she had wrapped her legs around him and was thrusting herself up to take every inch he had, and on top of everything else, was biting down on his dick with her pussy so hard it was actually a bit painful. He had stopped moving and was letting HER fuck. Her breasts, just more than a handful, heaved as she glanced around the apartment again. A moment later, a hand dropped to her pussy.The action on the screen must have been heating up as she began to pay more attention to it than to the vodka. One of her fingers, maybe even two, snuck into her vagina as her back sunk into the couch. Wetted, her fingers began to work sloppy circles around her clitoris, causing her body to sink even deeper into the couch. She brought her other hand down to steady. As I caught up with him, we greeted each other and began chatting away like usual. Everything seemed normal on the surface, but inside my heart was racing, my mind transfixed on this fantasy. I knew it was silly as despite my lack of soberness I still wasn't gay. I just wasn't. It was merely a little fantasy that would remain locked away in my little world. As we approached my house I realised I had given my phone, keys and wallet to a friend in the club in a bid to stop me from losing anything.