Mind Controlled Janice Pt. 118a

The message arrived for me to go to number 26 as soon as David had set off for DWP.



I left the house eager to see Brian. I was naked except for my knickers and walked to number 26.



I knocked on the door, and Brian opened it. As he stepped back to let me in, I pushed him back against the hall wall and kissed him. I needed sex. That was the only thought in my mind. I carried on with the kiss, and without breaking the kiss, I put my hands down between us and pulled at his belt. Then, as soon as that was unfastened, I unzipped and unbuttoned his trousers. I put my arms around him, running them down his back to the band of his underpants. I grabbed them and pulled them down. I broke contact with him for a moment to remove my knickers. I kissed him again and then pushed him to the floor. I straddled him and let his erection enter me. I leaned forward, kissed him, and unbuttoned his shirt while rocking up and down on his erection. I came quickly, throwing my head back in pleasure. I kissed Brian again. His hands held my breasts. I kissed his chest and ran my hands along his sides; he rolled me over onto my back. His erection entered me again, “we are keen this morning, aren’t we,” he commented. I was breathless. “Have me”, I said. “Come on, come on!”



I grasped his buttocks, trying to pull him deeper, climaxing again as he moved inside me, and then he came, and I felt good.



The whole lovemaking had only taken a frantic three or four minutes. Brian finished taking his trousers off, and we went upstairs. In the front bedroom was a giant inflatable paddling pool, “time to taste my shit,” he said.



“Lay down on your back in the pool,” I did. Brian squatted over me, and the crack in his buttocks touched my nose. “Open your mouth under my arse,” he said I did. Brian strained broke wind, which filled my mouth then a long turd squeezed out of him. I opened my mouth wider. The turd went into my mouth. It fell in, sliding down my tongue to the back of my mouth and was long enough to stick out of it. Several smaller turds followed, hitting my face like warm wet sponges. He urinated on my breasts. I closed my mouth, biting the turd in half. It tasted disgusting.



I enjoyed the depravity of the moment and chewed and swallowed his turd. Brian stood up and set up a video camera on a tripod.



“Drink this,” he said, giving me a clear, bitter-tasting liquid, “that will very quickly get your bowels moving.”



“Pick up a turd and rub it into your hair as though you are washing it with it, then rub another over your face and more over your breasts.”



I blew him a kiss enjoying following his orders, and started to rub his shit over me.