****** Eating Mahmoud's Shit by Arablover ******
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Eating Mahmoud's Shit


When Mahmoud was done installing the new toilet in my Greenwich Village dump,
he asked for something cool to drink. As I handed him the glass of soda, he
drew his index finger across my palm confirming what I had hoped: that he
wanted more than a cool drink. As he drained the glass, I took his other hand
and kissed it in submission. He finished the drink and belched in my face.

"There is something else it would please me even more for you to kiss," the
young man said. He could have been Egyptian or Syrian or Lebanese. Or Irani. Or
Iraqi, for all I knew. But his accent was Middle Eastern. I cream at the
thought of those guys I immediately fell to my knees in front of him expecting
his dick. Instead he turned around and pulled his pants down . The meaty,
dungaree-filling ass I had drooled for as he worked was covered with dark hair
and the mounds were firm to my touch. He bent from the waist, bracing his hands
against the kitchen table. I got my face in his crack and immediately started
to give long licks up and down his asshole.

"Now you know what I like you to do. You like to do that, fat blond pig?"

Not stopping, I managed an "um-hmm". I was too hungry for this man's ass for
talk. The aroma or stale shit and the grit in his crack made it evident that he
had not washed since his last crap. His ass tasted of the sour spices favored
by Middle Easterners . The taste is unpleasant but so is black coffee. It is a
taste that could grow on me, I thought. And besides, it made me feel gloriously
debased that he stuck his foul smelling ass in my face and must have suspected,
knew I would go into a frenzy of laving it. Mahmoud reached his hand behind and
shoved my head deeper into his ass. "Lick. Lick deeper now for me," he said.
"Stick your tongue inside my hole, deep inside."

Delirious I pulled away long enough to say "I love you, Sir." His body
stiffened for just an instant as if touched by an electric spark. I immediately
went back to his asscrack, the hair now matted and wet from by my saliva; its
rankness evenly distributed top to bottom. I dug my tongue into his hole. He
groaned. "Do more.". My reward in his rectum was to get the sour residue of his
last shit smeared on my tongue. I pulled away to gather saliva to swallow the
slime. "Thank you, sir," I said. "May I please have more."

Instead he turned to face me and put his stiff, thick, circumcised cock in my
mouth. Putting his hands on the back of my head, he forced his dick to the back
of my throat so that my nose was buried in his wiry, tightly-wound pubic hair,
allowing me to gasp for air as he pulled back before each new thrust. I was
only sure he was coming as his dick swelled to its largest and then began to
subside. His manjuice went directly into my belly without me having the delight
of tasting it on my tongue.

I pulled myself to my feet and looked at his face. The scene he had just
experienced gave his eyes a drugged, drunken look.

"Can I be your wife?" I said.

That startled him, too. He recovered and looked at me indulgently. Then he
turned away, chuckling.

"A man cannot be another man's wife," he said, going to the couch. "Besides I
could never treat a wife this way. And I already I have a wife."

He thought a moment.

"Slave," he announced. My dick bobbed when he said it.

After I had washed out my mouth and stripped as Mahmoud ordered I went to the
living room where he sat, now naked, punching in a number on my phone. I knelt
and he raised a foot to my face. I licked his smelly toes avidly, first one
foot, then the other. It was not that he was unbathed but his boots daily
absorbed much sweat that was daily visited back upon his feet. He spoke in
Arabic to someone, who knows who. Then another call, this one in English,
saying the job was taking longer than he thought but he would be back in a half
hour. My heart sank to know we had so little time left.

As he dialed again he pulled foot away and gestured for me to open his mouth.
"Say 'ah'." He moved forward on the couch and pushed his hand against my
shoulder. I sunk back on my heels and bent forward to receive his piss directly
in my mouth. Whoever he was calling did not answer. He hung up and I continued
gulping down his stream till was done.

"Shit in my mouth, please Master," I begged. He stood up but not to give me my
meal.

"I will wash off now. Without help from you. Understand?" he said. "Wait by the
toilet."

Dutifully, I crawled after him to the bathroom and knelt by the commode while
he used my shower. Through the opaque curtain I saw him rub the soap over his
crotch and under his arms, then one foot and then the other. Then to his ass. I
felt denied and angry that he had not let me to lather him.

"Is there nothing I can do, Master?"

"Shut up" he said from behind the curtain. "Do you want me to grow tired of you
so soon?"

I went silent. Of course.

Finished, he turned off the water and came out. "Towel!" He smacked my face.
"Must I tell you everything." I crawled to the linen chest and got him a fresh
towel.

"I will christen your new toilet for you. But go," he said. "I am not used to
this kind of unnatural attention.

But you like it, I thought, not daring to utter such insolence.

He shut me out and presently from the kitchen side of the door I heard his loud
fart then a "plop." In my head I implored. Please don't flush. Mahmoud now
opened the door. He looked down on me with a teasing smile.

"No, Master, please," I begged. His fingers lingering on the lever.

"Okay," he said. He turned his ass to my face. I dove in like a starving hound
in a dogfood commercial and licked his shitty can clean, smearing my face with
his shit. "Is it clean?" he asked when I pulled away. He put a finger in his
butt, then took it to my nose. "Does it smell good."

"Unfortunately, master, your delicious hole is now clean," I said. It has no
smell.

"I approve, he said. "Back." He indicated that I should return to his asshole.
I planted my mouth on his pucker hoping for...something. He blew a fart in my
mouth.

"Thank you, master," I said.

Nodding to the toilet, he stepped out of the bathroom. I stuck my head into the
bowl and denied my greedy appetite long enough to admire the long firm brown
turd he had left for my reward. I touched it with my nose and rolled it around
in the cool yellow-tinged water. Now I rolled it around the bowl with my tongue
until I could get teeth around it . I bit off the tip. My beautiful Mahmoud
came back dressed now and I showed him what was in my mouth. I chewed on it,
swallowed and dunked my head in the bowl for water to wash it down.

"Do you mean just to nibble on my shit," he said. "Eat it all now or I will
beat you, ungrateful slave."

I picked up the remainder with both hands and crammed it in my mouth.

"That is better" he said. I wanted to say "thank you" but my cheeks were
distended with his shit.

"I will be back... in a few days," he said." I will beat you for the pleasure
it gives me. And if it pleasures me enough I will reward you by letting you
suck the shit from my ass."

I could only nod. But he could tell from the way my dick sprung to action at
his words that I was avid for his return.

I wiped my hand on my leg and got up to lock the door after him but then did
not lock it on the chance that on second thought he would come back for more.
Or send a friend.

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