Kammie loved the idea of bathroom play, though the circumstances tonight were unfortunate. The hearth crackled, casting orange light over her pale, blonde hair and the soft, heavy rolls of her stomach. She was a woman of immense proportions, her large breasts spilling over the edge of her silk nightgown. Outside the heavy oak doors, the Victorian winter howled, turning the castle corridors into ice tunnels. She shifted her weight, feeling a heavy, pulsing pressure in her bowels. The maids had forgotten her chamberpot, and the trek to the garderobe was too cold for her bare skin.
Arthur, her devoted servant, knelt by her side. He noticed her distress and looked up with hungry eyes.
"My lady, you look troubled," Arthur whispered.
"The girls forgot my pot, Arthur. I cannot walk the halls in this chill," Kammie sighed, her voice thick with frustration.
Arthur leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low growl.
"I can be your vessel, mistress. Please, let me be your chamberpot. I crave this kind of bathroom play."
Kammie blushed, her cheeks flushing red. She hesitated, wondering if such a thing was too vulgar, but her need was pressing.
"You are a bold man, Arthur," Kammie whispered.
"I am your man, mistress," he answered.
"Would you truly do that for me?" she asked.
"Anything for you, my queen," he replied.
Kammie stood and hiked up her gown, exposing her wide hips and heavy thighs. She guided Arthur to the floor and lowered her massive rear onto his face, her cheeks squishing against his nose. With a guttural groan, she pushed. Thick, brown scat filled his mouth, the smell pungent and heavy in the warm room. Arthur didn't flinch; he swallowed the warmth, savoring the taste of her waste. This intense bathroom play left him breathless. Then, she released a hot stream of piss that flooded his throat, the liquid splashing against his tongue as he drank every drop of her golden, salty flow.
Once her bowels were empty, Arthur began to work his tongue. He licked her asshole with steady strokes, cleaning every crease of her fat rolls until she was spotless. He moved forward, his tongue finding her swollen clit. He flicked and sucked at her pussy, the wet sounds filling the silence of the room. Kammie arched her back, her large breasts bouncing as she neared the edge. She cried out, her body shaking with a powerful orgasm that sent thick waves of cream splashing across Arthur's cheeks. He stayed there, breathless and drenched, basking in the aftermath of their bathroom play.
Kammie – Victorian Castle CTAs
