Chapter 1: Introduction
If I had known that day, that answering James' email would lead to an experience that would both disgust and insistently brand itself in my brain for the years to come, I would've left it unread.
I drew in breathe, hesitating for the thousandth time as my finger hovered mere millimeters from the elevator button. I turned my thousand-watt smile to yet another customer in the reception area. Queen of retaining the perfect composure, I answered questions, diffused situations and coaxed my tongue to flexibility in politely presenting the guests with their coffee.
In truth, I was choking back my natural retorts and fantasies of middle fingers, but they never would know.
As the clock struck ten, I strutted my ass into the elevator and I swear I felt a droplet of sweat tickle me from behind, earning itself a sharp turn of my head to assess my rival in productivity. It was only Jane, her tongue bound to her cheek and a wink passed between us. Little did I know we were about to share an unbearably intimate experience.
The elevator doors closed and my heart sunk to the pit of my stomach, the weight of our shared meeting with James burrowing through me like a laser. We shuffled in our seats side-by-side, listening to the rattle of the ascending elevator and Jane, silently, raised an unkempt brow.
"I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you, Kate," she murmured slyly.
"James has a way of turning the most mundane tasks into, let's call them 'team-building exercises'."
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Please, Jane. I've had three years of working under him. I can handle whatever bullshit he wants to throw my way."
The elevator dinged, sending a shudder of anticipation through my core. Oh, how wrong I was.
James' assistant ushered us into his office, her lips pursed in discomfort.
We took our places around the table like dutiful children, eyes locked on James as he perused a stack of papers with all the intensity of a hawk.
The air was thick with unease, as if charged with impending thunder. There was something in his eyes - the danger in them, like boiling lava, impossible to look away from. When he finally looked up, the storm hit.
"Ladies," he started, his deep voice booming and sending a chill down my spine.
"I'm glad you could all make it."
His gaze lingered on each of us for a fraction too long, leaving unsaid what he wanted.
"Let's get right to it," James declared, tossing the papers onto the table. "You all know Sarah, she has been with us for two years now."
My breath caught in my throat, as I felt a magnetic pull towards Sarah. She looked so small and vulnerable, with a pale complexion and wide doe eyes.
A shiver of excitement ran down my spine, as James fixed his gaze on me.
"Katie," he drawled my name, each letter rolling off his tongue like a slow, seductive dance. "I have a very special task for you."
I could feel the anticipation building in my chest, as a mix of fear, excitement and curiosity coursed through my veins. I shifted nervously in my seat, steeling myself for whatever was about to come next.
James leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine, as he slowly undid the buttons of his shirt.
My heart skipped a beat, as I felt my breath hitch in my chest. I couldn't believe what was happening, but my body reacted on its own, my nipples hardening under my blouse.
My pussy grew wet as I watched James reveal his bare chest, his muscles rippling in the light.
"Katie," he said again, his voice husky. "I want you to watch Sarah, do something quite private, right here in front all of us." His eyes bore into me as he spoke, challenging me to object. I swallowed the lump in my throat, but couldn't tear my gaze away from his chiseled chest.
"Okay," I whispered, barely audible. James' lips curled into a smirk, as he gestured towards Sarah.
"Whenever you're ready, Sarah," he encouraged, his voice dripping with a dark, sensual undertone.
Sarah hesitated for a moment, before climbing on the table in front of Katie and James.
Her fingers trembled as she pulled down her pants, revealing her bare ass.
A silence fell upon the room as Katie watched Sarah intently, barely even blinking as she saw a rush of warmth spread across her colleague's smooth skin. Sarah's muscles tightened and relaxed as she pushed, revealing a large, brown turd.
Katie's eyes widened in a mix of shock and fascination as she watched Sarah slowly release the huge pile. She had never seen something so raw and real before.
Katie was entranced, a warmth spreading through her as she witnessed this intimate act. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the massive pile Sarah had produced, and her curiosity got the better of her.
Katie leaned in closer, taking in the fermented, musty scent. She hesitated for a moment, but then her instincts took over. Katie stuck out her tongue, tasting the turd ever so slightly. It was bitter and pungent, but there was something oddly arousing about it.
James watched with a lascivious grin as Katie savored the taste. His cock twitched in his pants, growing harder as he envisioned her on her knees, worshipping him like she was worshipping Sarah's excrement.
"Okay Jane, your turn to poop" James's voice broke through Katie's lustful thoughts.
Jane hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. She looked uncomfortable, but James's gaze was too intense to resist. Slowly, she lowered her pants and spread her legs.
Katie watched as Jane's body tensed, her muscles clenching and relaxing as she pushed. She grunted with the effort, sweat beading on her forehead.
Suddenly, a thick, dark log emerged from Jane's asshole. It was massive, easily as big as Sarah's.
Jane's face contorted with relief and disgust as she continued to strain, expelling a never-ending flow of filth. The smell was unbearable, and yet Katie couldn't look away.
James' eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, a devilish grin spreading across his face. He was getting off on this, the sick fuck. Katie's pussy ached with a combination of desire and discomfort.
She had never witnessed anything like this before - watching her colleagues poop in front of her, and then being forced to taste and smell their excrement. And yet, she couldn't deny the strange allure of it all. There was something primal and raw about the act, something that made her feel more alive than she had ever felt before.
James' eyes seared into her, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
"I want you to taste it, Katie."
She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she shouldn't, but something about his command made her want to obey.
Slowly, she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue, tasting the turd. It was bitter and repugnant, but there was something strangely arousing about it.
James watched with a hungry look in his eyes, his breathing heavy. She could see the bulge in his pants, and she knew she had turned him on.
She wondered if he had gotten off to this scenario before, and if so, how many times.
Katie hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. She had never done anything like this before, and she wasn't sure if she should continue.
But something inside of her wanted to push the boundaries, to see just how far she could go. She stuck out her tongue again, taking a bit more of the turd into her mouth and savoring the taste.
It was disgusting, but there was something about it that made her feel alive.
She continued tasting and smelling each turd from the women in the room, her heart thumping loudly with each act. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her.
James watched intently as Katie indulged herself, his cock throbbing in his pants. He wanted to see how far she was willing to go, how much she was willing to debase herself for him. He had wanted her from the moment she started working for him, and he was determined to have her.
"Okay that's enough for today ladies. I will see everyone back in the boardroom tomorrow at the same time." James voice cut through the thick, heavy tension of the room with the force of a sharp knife. "There is more to this experiment, and I am excited to delve deeper."
James smirked, his eyes lighting up with an intensity that Katie couldn't quite place. She gulped, her pulse quickening in her throat. She wanted to resist, to tell him that she was done, that she wouldn't participate in any further 'experiments', but she couldn't. There was something about his power and dominance that made her crave more.
The next day , Katie walked into the boardroom with trepidation, but also a newfound sense of excitement. She had no idea what James had in store for her and her colleagues, but she knew that it would be something intense and thrilling.
As she entered the room, she saw that James had set up a large mattress on the floor, surrounded by candles and pillows. The sight of it made her heart race and her pussy grow wet. She couldn't believe what was about to happen.
Jane and Sarah were already there, dressed in skimpy lingerie.
"Today we are going to try something a little bit different. Katie since you liked tasting their poop yesterday. Today they will shit directly in your mouth. Please lay down on the mattress naked." James commanded, pointing to the center of the room. Katie hesitated, her heart racing as she stripped off her clothes. She lay down on the mattress, resting her head on a pillow. James approached her, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Katie, open your mouth." He instructed, and she obeyed, her heart pounding. Sarah walked over to the mattress, standing above Katie's face. She squatted down, her muscles tensing as she pushed out a turd.
It landed directly on Katie's tongue, and she couldn't help but gag.
It was warm, and the taste was musky and foul. But she knew she had to keep going, so she swallowed it down.
She couldn't believe what she was doing, but the thrill of it all was overwhelming. She had never felt so alive, so turned on.
Jane followed suit, squatting over Katie's face and releasing a heap of her own. Katie's eyes watered as she tasted it, her gag reflexes trying to kick in.
But she pushed through, swallowing it with a grimace and a whimper.
"Wow Katie that was great. Now it's my turn to poop. Beg me for my poop" James commanded, his voice dripping with lewdness.
My heart raced in my chest as I stared at him in disbelief. Was he really asking me to beg for his poop? I couldn't believe what was happening. I felt humiliated, degraded, but also unbelievably turned on. My pussy throbbed with desire as I looked into James' sinister eyes, and I knew that I couldn't resist.
"Please, James," I whimpered, feeling embarrassed at how submissive I sounded.
"I want to taste your poop."
He smirked at me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Since you asked so nicely," he said, before squatting over my face and pushing out a thick, steaming turd.
I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue to catch it. It landed on my tongue with a wet plop, and I couldn't help but gag at the taste and texture. But I reminded myself that I was doing this for James, that I was submitting myself to him completely. And that thought turned me on even more.
"Wow Katie, how does it taste?" James asked, his voice dripping with curiosity and excitement. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I couldn't deny the thrill it was giving me. I hesitated for a moment, before finally swallowing the messy lump in my mouth.
"Fuck, that's disgusting," I groaned, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "But also...kind of hot."
James chuckled, his eyes glinting with pride and amusement.
"That's the spirit, Katie. Now, since you did such a good job with the ladies' poop, I think it's time for you to take the next step."
Before I could ask what he meant, James dropped his pants, revealing his rock-hard cock. My eyes widened in surprise and a mix of fear and excitement.
"Suck it, Katie," he ordered, his voice firm.
I hesitated, unsure of what to do. I had never given a blowjob before, let alone to my boss in front of my colleagues.
But there I was, on my knees, staring at James' pulsating cock. My heart raced in my chest as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and guided it towards my mouth.
My lips parted, welcoming the swollen tip of his cock. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of warmth and hardness. My tongue swirled around the tip, sampling the salty taste of his pre-cum.
"That's it, Katie. Use your tongue to tease me," James groaned, his hands clutching the back of my head.
I obliged, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, from the sensitive tip to the base. I felt his cock twitch at my touch, heard him moan as I wrapped my lips around his head and sucked gently. I could taste the saltiness of his precum, feel the heat of his pulsating cock against my tongue.
I took him deeper into my mouth, using my hand to caress the rest of his length. I could feel the roughness of his pubic hair against my fingers, the smoothness of his skin against my tongue.
I took him deeper into my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat, making me gag. But I didn't stop, I didn't want to stop. I was in control, or so I thought.
James' moans and groans of pleasure spurred me on, encouraging me to take him even deeper. I gagged again, my eyes watering, but I didn't stop. I wanted to please him, to make him cum.
I sucked harder, pistoning my mouth up and down his shaft as I used my free hand to cradle and gently massage his balls. I could feel him getting closer, his cock swelling in my mouth and his balls tightening up in my hand.
"Fuck, Katie, I'm gonna cum!" James groaned, pulling my hair to force his cock deeper down my throat.
I moaned in pleasure, feeling his hot seed erupt into my mouth. Rope after rope of thick, salty cum shot out of his cock, filling every crevice of my mouth.
I swallowed with fervor, savoring the taste of his masculinity. I could feel his cock throbbing, pulsating with pleasure.
"Take it all, you dirty little whore," he growled, gripping my hair with a force that would have been painful, had I not been so turned on.
My pussy clenched with need, my clit swollen and throbbing for attention. I reached down, rubbing circles around my aching sex as I greedily swallowed every last drop of James' orgasm.
"Tomorrow we will meet again in here. You will have to beg each of us for our poop tomorrow." James sneered, leaving the room with satisfaction.
My body stayed limp and drained on the mattress. I glanced at Sarah and Jane - their faces were a mix of shock and lust. I unconsciously licked my lips, feeling the remnants of the taste of each's feces.
"I-is this what we have to do every time??," stammered Sarah.
I shrugged, swallowing hard. "Well I can't say it was pleasant, but I've had worse."
Jane smirked, adjusting her lingerie.
"Well, Katie, you certainly know how to please a man. And a boss, at that. But you didn't think that was it, did you? James has a few more tricks up his sleeve."
I swallowed, feeling a lump form in my throat. "What do you mean?"
Jane chuckled sinisterly, avant-garde eyeliner framing her piercing blue eyes. "You'll find out soon enough.
But for now, let's clean up this mess," Jane said, gesturing to the piles of poop on the mattress.
Katie reluctantly nodded and began the disgusting task of cleaning up the filth. As she did, she couldn't help but wonder what James had in store for them next. She had already submitted to his strange and humiliating requests, but something told her that this was just the beginning.
The next day , they all gathered in the boardroom once again, each of them feeling a mix of shame, anticipation and excitement.
James entered the room, his eyes gleaming with a wicked sparkle. "Today, ladies, we are going to take things to the next level." He declared with a smirk.
Katie's heart sank, as she feared the worst. And she was right.
"Katie isn't there something you need to ask us?" James raised an eyebrow.
Katie hesitated, her mind racing with thoughts. She couldn't believe what she was about to say. But she was too far gone, consumed by the intoxicating mix of humiliation and arousal.
"Please, can I taste your shit, James?" Katie whispered, her voice trembling.
"Beg me like the dirty little slut you are," James smirked, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.
"Please, sir. I beg you. I want to taste your shit." Katie said
"I'm sorry you want to do what?" James asked again for clarity, his voice dripping with amusement.
"I want to taste your shit" Katie replied, her voice barely above a whisper. A silence fell upon the room, the tension thick with anticipation.
"What are you going to do, tell me in great detail?" James asked , taking a step closer to Katie, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Yes, that's exactly what I want." She responded, her voice barely above a whisper.
He grinned, before turning around and bending over, revealing his perfectly rounded butt cheeks.
"Go ahead, Katie. Show me how much of a dirty little slut you are." He taunted, eggs on.
Katie hesitated for a moment, her heart racing as she stared at James's exposed anus.
But something inside of her snapped, and she found herself moving closer to him, her eyes locked on her target.
She extended her tongue, tentatively touching it to his hole.
James shuddered with pleasure as Katie's tongue made contact with his anus, moaning with delight as she began to explore it with more confidence. She traced the delicate ridges and folds of his ass, her cod-tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh.
Katie couldn't believe what she was doing, but she couldn't deny the intense arousal that was coursing through her body. She felt like a wild animal, unleashed and untamed, and she loved it.
She lapped at his hole with a voracious hunger, her tongue delving deeper and deeper into the forbidden depths of his anus. She savored the taste of his ass, the musky, earthy flavor that was uniquely James.
As Katie probed and prodded James's ass, she couldn't help but feel like she was crossing a line, pushing the boundaries of what was socially acceptable. And yet, she couldn't stop herself.
She was in too deep, and she loved every dark and twisted moment of it. She felt powerful, in control, and she knew that she had James exactly where she wanted him.
"Fuck, Katie. That feels amazing." James groaned, his voice shaking with pleasure. "I never knew anyone could eat ass like this."
Katie reveled in the filth that was coming out of James' mouth. She loved the way he swore and cursed, the way he reveled in the depravity of their actions.
It turned her on like nothing else. She felt herself growing wetter with every filthy word that left his lips.
"Fuck yeah, Katie. Eat that ass like a fucking champ." James groaned, his voice a guttural moan.
Katie's tongue delved deeper, tracing the delicate curves and folds of James' anus. She could feel his muscles clenching and unclenching, the walls of his ass flexing around her tongue.
"You like that, don't you, James?
You like it when I eat your ass like a champ," Katie murmured, her voice husky with desire. She could feel her pussy aching with need, her clit throbbing with every stroke of her tongue. She wanted more, needed more. And she knew James could give it to her.
"Yes, Katie. I love it when you eat my ass. But I think it's time we took this to the next level." James said, his voice dripping with lust.
"Are you ready to eat my poop?" James asked, looking down at Katie with a mixture of amusement and arousal. Katie hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether she was actually ready to go through with this. But then she remembered the thrill of tasting Sarah and Jane's excrement, and she felt her pussy grow damp with desire.
"Yes, I'm ready," she said, looking up at James with wide, pleading eyes.
"Good girl," James said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Now, I want you to stick out your tongue and wait for me."
Katie did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for James to release his bowels. She could hear the others breathing heavily around her, their excitement palpable in the air.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, James began to push. Katie watched in fascination as a thick, brown log of feces emerged from his anus, landing with a plop on her outstretched tongue.