By: SuperBeak
Two cars, racing through the rainy mountain pass. Their engines roared like a thousand angry lions, loud explosions leaving their mufflers with a bright flash along with every gear shift. Driving through the winding and twisting road, they carved each corner with extreme precision.
The first car was a candy-blue Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VIII, sporting a Voltex widebody kit with orange and white decals applied to its side. Chasing not too far behind it, a white Nissan Skyline R34 GTR Z-tune, the rain effortlessly beading off of its perfectly waxed finish as they sped down the lonely road.
“Shit!” The driver of the Mitsubishi called out, nearly understeering into a retaining wall as his car splashed through a puddle. The Skyline, taking this as the perfect opportunity to pass, reacting quickly he turned in hard, taking the lead.
The driver of the Mitsubishi was a young man by the name of “Kuma Kanashii.” A well spirited and kind person, he was well known for his respect towards any opponents that he would go up against. Not one for fashion, he had short black hair, typically wearing cargo pants with any color plain t-shirt.
Spurred on by being passed, he floored it. The turbocharged throb of the Evo’s engine sending shivers down his spine. The race had been going for a few minutes now, Kuma was feeling the pressure. The sweat clung to his skin, building up where his hand met the steering wheel. He had no time to wipe it off however, in a race as tense as this, every second counted. If he lost concentration for even a second, he could end up crashing into his opponent or worse.
“Only a handful of turns left… I’ve got to make my move now.” He thought to himself. “I hope this works…”
The two cars sped down one of the longest straights, Kuma steered his Evo into the next lane, coming up on the outside next to the Skyline. Now side by side, both cars speeding at over 100 miles per hour toward the end of the straight. At the end awaited a tight corner, this was going to be a test of guts and braking. Whoever could out-brake the other would take the lead here.
Relentlessly both cars continued speeding toward the corner, neither of them wanting to let off the throttle or brake first. Suddenly, the Skyline’s driver lost their nerve, braking early as the two cars entered the corner. Kuma, with great skill, waited until the last minute to brake. His car slingshotted around the corner, carrying great speed.
“Ha!” He exclaimed as he passed, watching the Skyline fall behind. The Skyline’s driver conceded, preferring not to chase Kuma any further to the finish line.
As he reached the finish, a small crowd was waiting, cheering as his car passed the crudely spray painted finish line on the ground.
Finally, he could wipe the sweat off his forehead and sit back in his Bride racing bucket seat.
“Ah~” He sighed loudly, letting the pressure all flow out of him.
Stepping out of the car, he was greeted by the crowd there. He turned to watch as the Skyline came in a few seconds later, its driver stepping out and walking towards him.
“A deal’s a deal.” They said, handing Kuma an envelope.
Opening it up, he found twenty thousand dollars in cash. Overjoyed, he couldn’t help but pump his fist in the air.
“Great race out there!” One of the people called out.
“You did awesome!” Another said.
“Thank you! Thank you!” He called out, waving his free hand in the air. “I’ll be back in a moment, I need to make a phone call!”
As he walked away, the next set of cars started up, making their way to the start/finish line.
He pulled out his phone, excitedly clutching the envelope in his other hand as he made his way through his contact list.
-Meanwhile-
“Hey babe! What’s up?” Answering her phone was Kuma’s long term girlfriend, Freyja, a beautiful foreign woman with dark, cherry red hair.
“Hey babe! Great news!” He said, ecstatically.
“Oh? What’s the news?” She said, pondering the possibilities.
“I’ve almost got enough for the down payment! Maybe… I win a few more races and we can buy that dreamhouse!” He said, Freyja could hear his excitement clearly.
“-gasping- Are you serious?!” She exclaimed “That’s awesome!’
“I can’t wait, just you and me, our future dreamhouse…” Rather cheesily, he looked through his windshield at the night sky, watching the rain bead down the glass slowly.
“I can’t wait, babe!” She said, excitedly bouncing in her bed. “So… what time are you coming home…?” She asked.
Kuma could hear a slight nervousness in her voice, though he took it as she was worried about him and how late he was staying out.
“Oh! Not for another few hours, I’ve still got a few races lined up and then we can go house hunting tomorrow!” He said, happily.
“Oh okay, call me when you’re on your way!” She said, clearing her throat.
“Okay! Wait…why?” He asked, confused by her odd request.
“So I know you’re safe, silly~” She replied with confidence.
“Oh okay. Don’t worry, I will! I’ve got to go right now… Love you, babe.” He said, smiling at his phone screen.
“Love you too~” She said, before hanging up the phone.
Before she could put the phone down, a voice called out from the doorway.
“Who was that, Freyja~?” Asked another woman.
“Oh, just my boyfriend… don’t worry, he said he’ll be home late.” She said, putting the phone face down on the counter.
“Ooh~ Aren’t you a naughty one… mistress is going to have to punish you~” The woman said, walking over to the bed.
“Yes, I’ve been a naughty girl… Please punish me, Mistress.” Freyja said, throwing the blanket off of her to reveal her naked body.
“Lie down~” She commanded. The dominatrix was Hiromi, a tall and beautiful, midnight-purple haired woman. An extreme bust size with thick thighs to match.
“Yes, Mistress.” Freyja said, obeying her mistress’ commands. She laid down on her back, lying face up.
“Move towards the end of the bed, a naughty girl like you doesn’t deserve my weight on you.” Hiromi commanded again, patting the edge of the bed.
Freyja obeyed, her head now slightly hanging off the edge of the bed. Enjoying her unobstructed but upside down view of her mistress’ fine rump.
Hiromi grabbed her cheeks, spreading them apart, revealing a sweaty, moist pucker.
“Kiss it.” She said, backing her pucker right up to Freyja’s mouth. “I’ve been working out all day, hope you don’t mind the sweat.”
“Y-yes, of course, Mistress.” She said, moving her head up slightly to kiss Hiromi’s pucker.
“Ah, ah, ah~” Hiromi said, stopping Freyja before she could dig in. “Lips only, you lick when I say so.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good girl.”
Frejya sniffed at Hiromi’s sweaty pucker. The musk was strong, emanating around like a thick cloud. The salty, sweaty smell turned her on, her panties soaking as if they’d come out of the wash.
“Smell good?” Hiromi asked, wiggling her butt around.
“Of course, Mistress.”
“Good… now kiss it. Don’t make me say it again.” She said, her tone becoming more serious.
“Ah~! That’s it, slave.” Hiromi moaned, enjoying the feeling of Freyja’s lips on her rear.
“Well… Don’t just kiss it like you would a relative, make love to that hole!” She commanded, pushing her butt down onto Freyja’s mouth.
Freyja was in pure bliss, fingering herself as she french kissed her mistress’ hole, drenched with sweat and saliva.
“Ha~ Taste good? You like my post-workout sweat?”
“Mhmm~”
“You’re such a bad girl~” She said, grinding her asshole onto Freyja’s mouth. “Look at you, eagerly devouring my tight, sweaty butthole, while your boyfriend is out there trying to make money…”
Hiromi’s demeaning manner only turned Freyja on more. Degradation and humiliation, life long fantasies of hers that couldn’t be satisfied by her boyfriend nor by any boy. Despite having a boyfriend, she craved for her fantasies to be fulfilled by another woman and Hiromi was the perfect woman to do so.
Was it wrong? Yes.
Did she care? Sort of, the guilt comes and goes.
Was she worried that Kuma would come home and find her cheating with another woman? Most definitely. But that was part of the thrill. The risk of being caught, the humiliating talk, the degrading acts, all adding up to nights of debauchery unmatched by any of the nights she’d spend being loyal to Kuma.
As much as she said she’d loved him, he simply couldn’t compare in pleasuring her than the nights she’d spent with her mistress.
“-gurgle- A dirty girl deserves a dirty punishment~” Hiromi said, rubbing her stomach. “Sniff it up.”
“PFRRT!”
A short but loud brassy fart burst out of the pucker Freyja was face to face with. Obeying her mistress, she sniffed up as much as she could. The smell was torturous, like pure sulfur and expired dairy products.
“-coughing- Mis-mistress, that was… a bad one…”
“PFRRRRRRT!”
“Sniff! Now!” Hiromi commanded. “I don’t want to smell my own gas, so sniff all of it.”
“PFFRRRAAAP!”
In order to not displease her mistress, Freyja shoved her nose into Hiromi’s post-fart asshole, sniffing and huffing as much of the toxic fumes as she could.
“Sniff harder!” Hiromi commanded, her tone was dominating, sending shivers down Freyja’s spine.
“-cough- I-I’m…. -cough- trying… mistress!” Freyja pleaded, unable to keep up with Hiromi’s constant butt blasts.
“Then use your mouth…”
“PBRRRRSHHHPLLLRRRRRP!”
Almost like clockwork, as soon as Freyja put her mouth around her mistress’ hole, she ripped one of the wettest farts of the night. Sending Freyja into a fit of coughing as she felt little wet chunks spray into her mouth.
“Oh~ That was definitely a pre-poop fart… you hungry, slave?” Hiromi said, grabbing Freyja’s arms and holding them forward. Keeping Freyja in place whether she was hungry or not.
“PBBLRRRRRRRRRRRRP!”
After another disgusting, wet fart, Freyja actually began to protest, wriggling around in order to break her arms free of Hiromi’s firm grasp.
“Slave… Don’t make me angry…”
Hearing her mistress’ tone becoming more serious, she went limp, now allowing Hiromi to have her way with her. Whatever that may entail.
“We’ve never gone this far before…” She thought to herself.
“Now… since you decided to get uppity with me, I’m going to forgive you… if… you suck this turd right out of my asshole.”
“What?!” Freyja thought to herself. “I can’t do that!”
“If you don’t want to, that’s fine… but this turd is going down your throat either way, suck it out or I’ll get the ring gag…you prefer that?” Hiromi said, her voice sounding more and more sadistic.
Instantly, she felt Freyja’s lips tighten around her butthole.
“Heh…She’s actually doing it.” Hiromi thought, wiggling her butt a little.
“That’s better… now… be quiet and enjoy your food.”
“BLOOORRRSSHHHP!”
“PLRRRRRRRRP!”
Like a fire hydrant being popped open, Hiromi’s butthole loosened up. Allowing a thick, brown spray, to flood Freyja’s moth.
“GRK! -GLUG-!”
“HRRKKK!”
Freyja began to choke and gag violently as her body rejected the disgusting bowel movement.
“Taste good? Haha~” Hiromi asked, sarcastically.
Suddenly, Freyja’s phone started to ring. Hiromi looked over, picking up the buzzing phone.
It was Kuma.
“Oh Freyja~” Hiromi sang, sadistically. “Looks like your boyfriend’s calling~!”
“Mhm! MMMPH!” Freyja protested like there was no tomorrow.
“Oooh~ He’s trying to facetime you too~”
“PBBRRRRLLLLP!”
“How would he react? Seeing his beloved girlfriend’s face shoved up another woman’s ass, swallowing her fucking diarrhea…”
Meanwhile…
Kuma was leaning right on the front of his car, supporting himself on the car’s front core support.
He had popped his hood open, giving his Evo a much needed rest as the turbo and the rest of the exhaust piping glowed red hot.
This time, he’d managed to pull a nail-biting victory against a Mazda RX-7. The driver had been highly skilled, Kuma even admitted that his victory was down to the slight power advantage that his Evo had.
He was excitedly trying to call Freyja. He had managed to win another race and earn one of the fattest stacks of cash he’d ever seen. A grand total of 45,000 dollars in a single race, his total winnings for the night stopping at a whopping 100,000.
“Good shit there, bro.” Said the driver of the RX-7, walking towards Kuma. “That was one of the closest races I’ve had in a minute.”
“Huh? Oh, thanks man. That’s a nice ride you’ve got there.” He said, looking up from his phone. He pointed towards the orange RX-7.
“You like it? I’ve had it for a while, not a fan of the color much…”
“Never thought about wrapping it? Paint?”
“Nah, not really. Paint’s in good condition so I never thought about changing it.”
“Ah, makes sense. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it.”
“Exactly. Nice Evo.” The man said, walking up towards it, admiring the car closely. Its beautiful, sparkling blue paint work glistening in the moonlight.
“Thanks, my girl picked the color.” Kuma replied, reaching his hand out. “I’m Kuma. Nice meeting you.”
The man shook his hand, his grasp firm but friendly. “Mike, likewise.” He looked at Kuma with slight confusion in his eyes. “You let your girl pick the color?”
“Yeah, I did. Why?”
“Ya’ll married?”
“No, no not yet. Why’d you ask?”
Mike shook his head, as if he were clearing his mind. “Oh, nothing… just curious, I don’t see many guys doing that.”
“Ah, all good. I just trust her a lot, she wouldn’t betray me.” Kuma said, nodding in triumph.
Unfortunately for Kuma, that was most definitely not the case…
“PBBBLRRRRRRBBBT!”
“Like that?” Hiromi taunted, wiggling her butt in Freyja’s face.
They had moved to the bathroom to continue their night, Hiromi had positioned herself in a squatting position on top of the toilet. Using a collar, she pulled Freyja’s face deeper into her ass, her mouth forming an airtight seal over Hiromi’s soiled pucker.
“PBBBLRRRRRP!”
Her mouth was continuously filled with Hiromi’s fresh stool, using her own hands, she spread her mistress’ cheeks apart, though she was continuously trying to push herself away.
“-suuuck- -shlurp- -cough- Mistress, p-please! -HRK- There’s t-GRK- too much!” Freyja was wriggling around, trying to get the smallest break.
“I don’t think you understand… now that you’re eating my shit, you’re nothing but a fucking toilet.” Hiromi said, letting loose another nasty log. Freyja choked violently as it filled her mouth, rendering her unable to speak. “This is the start of your new life, my little toilet.”
“-SNAP-”
A bright flash blinded Freyja for a brief moment, slowly, she processed what had just happened.
Hiromi had taken a picture. Though she couldn’t see it, she already knew that it was a clear image of her face wedged in her mistress' cheeks, swallowing her shit.
“Ooh~ this is a pretty one…” Hiromi laughed, looking at her camera. “If you don’t want this sent to your little boyfriend… then this is just the beginning of your new life… toilet.”