ImXAdara - Pooping On My Friends House

This day, I visited my best friend's house for the afternoon as I usually did. She was out with her family and left me the keys. I decided to take advantage of the situation and snoop around her room as I always did when she wasn't there. I found a secret drawer in her vanity table where she hid her diary and some of her most intimate belongings. Among those belongings were photos of her taking huge loads of shit in the toilet, and it turned me on.

I felt a stirring in my pants and knew I had to find the source of this feeling. I made my way to her en suite bathroom, closing the door behind me. I sat down on the toilet seat, not caring about any potential cleanliness, and fantasized about what it would be like to take a massive shit like the ones in the pictures. My asshole clenched, and I felt a burning sensation. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I let out a loud, guttural moan as I pushed out a huge log of shit, bigger than anything I'd ever taken before.

It felt amazing to feel the weight of it in my bowels, to watch as it slid out and plopped into the water with a satisfying splash. The smell was intoxicating, and I could feel my pussy getting wet from the scent alone. I let out another moan and wiped my ass with some toilet paper, leaving a messy, crumbly stain behind. I thought about leaving it there for my friend to find, but another wave of pressure built up. I couldn't resist the urge to take more.

Again and again, I emptied my bowels onto her porcelain throne. Each time, the satisfaction increased. My breathing grew ragged, and I could feel my climax approaching. I reached down between my legs and touched myself, my fingers slipping and sliding through the wetness as I came hard. The feeling of releasing both my bowels and my orgasm simultaneously was overwhelmingly powerful.

I looked down at the toilet filled with my creamy brown mess and felt a rush of excitement. I took one last piss to flush it all away, then sat back and admired my handiwork. The warmth of the shit on my skin and the smell in the air were intoxicating. As I made my way out of the bathroom and back to my friend's room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. I had marked my territory, and in the most unexpected and intimate of ways. My heart raced with anticipation of what she would think when she found out what I had done.

From that day on, I couldn't stop thinking about repeating this experience. I considered asking my friend if I could do it again when she wasn't home, but something told me it would be better if she didn't know about my newfound fetish. So, I kept it to myself, secretly savoring the memory of that day when I shat all over her house and claimed it as my own. The taste of her toilet water on my tongue, the feeling of the warm shit against my skin, and the scent that clung to me like a familiar old friend... these became my newest, dirtiest indulgences.