The dinner party

I heard the women chatting from the dining room. I could catch the aroma of good food. My stomach ground itself together with hunger. I was sure I would not get anything served at the dinner table. I knew my life now was mostly waiting around, stuck there looking up at the ceiling.

Then I heard footsteps, and soon I could see a woman in a skirt enter. She was one of those same ladies that had befriended my ex-wife. She fixed her hair and makeup in the mirror over the sink. When I was convinced she was leaving, she closed the door and came back to where I looked up at her. She glanced down and smiled before she turned and lifted her skirt. Her panties were the kind that rode up her crack, green and frilly.

With her butt cheeks exposed, she lowered to the seat above me. She must have been told what to tap on the screen because the machine noise started up again. My face was lifted toward her sexy ass. But stopped a few inches short, leaving my nose close to her anus. I smelled of part perfume and something undesirable.

Her urine came out free and harsh into my open mouth. The strong taste was different from my Glenda's. I was worse. I had no choice but to swallow. Then she tapped something, and my long tongue extended and cleaned her up. She made a sound like she enjoyed the sensation.

After she left, I was left with a stomach full of her pee and heard them chatting away in the next room. Every now and then someone would let out a chuckle. After a long time, another lady entered the bathroom. It was the blonde with the bitch face. She sneered at me as she looked down into the toilet. She worked her clothing down as if she were in a hurry, and I hoped she only had to pee.

She must have taped something because the machine hummed again, bringing my face close to her ass. My mouth hinged open as usual, and instead of the pee I anticipated, a few more taps on the screen had my face lifted until it made contact with her warm ass cheeks. Then the device slowed until it pushed me further until my face was mashed tight against her butt crack. My nose was barely able to breathe between her crack. Then I heard the sexy computer voice say, "Air Tight."

This was not a good sign. I heard her chuckle above me only once before she grunted. I felt her asshole open and close many times. Finally, something wet splattered into my open mouth. She must have had digestion issues because it soon poured out of her asshole with more force. I swallowed uncontrollably. The bitch snickered above me. She was enjoying this.

She said, "I've told Glinda about this man who is interested in her. I'm sure they would make a nice couple. He's got a wonderful high-paying job in the city and is well endowed where it counts." She snickered. "I always knew she could do better than you."

She grunted a few more times, and more came out. I was hot and bitter and had chokes in it that made their way down my throat. This went on for longer than I wanted. As I drank her liquid shit, I regretted not doing more to be productive. Now, some schmuck will be fucking Glenda, and I was left here to consume.

When the lady above me had emptied her bowels into me, she tapped something again on the screen, and my tongue went to work on her shit-smeared asshole. I fought to stop this, but of course I had no say in what my tongue did anymore.

She sighed above me. Perhaps she was relieved of her bowel pressure, or perhaps she liked having a helpless tongue lapping away at her filthy asshole. Either way, she was relaxed and content.

After she rose and slipped on her clothing, she turned and gave me an evil smirk before she left. My stomach felt bloated with her putrid diarrhea, and the bitch had her way with me.

The party continued, and a few of the ladies came into pee. I looked forward to the urine as it rinsed out the shit from my mouth. Glenda peed once more before going to bed.