As the bell rang for the end of her math class, Alice couldn't help but feel relief wash over her. The subject had never been her strong suit, and today's lesson had been particularly tedious, with figures and equations swirling around in her head. She raised her hand, excused herself from the room, and headed out, not planning on going back to class anytime soon.
Her mind was elsewhere, already fantasizing about what she was going to do. Her usual routine after class was to visit a nearby public restroom, where she would meet her favorite human toilet. The thought of seeing him again made her heart race with excitement. She couldn't wait to feel the warmth and wetness of his mouth on her own, as he devoured her feces with such glee.
Alice hurried to the restroom, passing by the students still chatting animatedly outside their classrooms. She preferred keeping this activity a secret, so she tried to keep a low profile as she entered the ladies' room. She quickly scanned the bathrooms, looking for the telltale signs of her toilet slave – messy stalls, kinks in the toilet paper holders, or even streaks on the floor.
She spotted him immediately, in the farthest stall from the door. He was waiting for her, just as she had hoped. With her heart pounding erratically in her chest, Alice squatted over his open mouth. She gazed down at him with a wicked smile as he eagerly awaited her offering.
Slowly, she released her steaming load of excrement, watching with satisfaction as it dropped from her pulsating anus directly into his eager mouth. He didn't miss a beat, immediately beginning to chew and move his tongue around her warm turd. She could hear him slurping up every last bit of her human waste, leaving the stall floor clean and dry.
Alice watched as he skillfully dispatched her load, his face beet red and his eyes closed in ecstasy. She couldn't help but feel a surge of power and control as she watched him devour her waste. When he finally finished, he looked up at her with a pleased smile, letting out a small groan of satisfaction.
With a giggle, Alice turned around and washed her hands, taking care not to splash any water in his direction. As she left the bathroom, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the satisfaction she derived from this illicit ritual. But the thrill was too addicting to deny, and she knew she'd find herself right back here tomorrow, seeking out the same rush of pleasure that only her toilet slave could provide.
