Sayuri blinked herself awake, immediately turning off her blaring alarm clock. She rolled out of bed, robotically going through the motions as she did every morning. She yawned, putting on her glasses and taking a large sip of water. She could feel her bladder's fullness, and Sayuri began to blush.
As much as she tried to put it behind her, the shooting left an impact on Sayuri that she was not expecting.
Even at her age, Sayuri was naive enough to think she could just forget about the shoot and move on like nothing had ever happened. As much as she tried her best to ignore it, memories of that fateful night kept replaying in her mind. Gia's beautiful naked body, the primal sensation of being dominated, the shameless relief Sayuri felt when she was finally able to take a shit...
It was so disgusting, so unabashedly shameless. Sayuri bit her lip just thinking about it. Gia was so intimate with her, so passionate. Yet at the same time, she was so aggressive and fierce. Sayuri shuddered, remembering the rough way her former student treated her. Gia's hands were all over her body, greedily taking in and pinching every bit. Sayuri couldn't ever recall being touched in such a way- a way where she was truly desired.
She almost wanted to feel it again...
Sayuri cringed internally, chastising herself for even thinking of such things. She ignored the feeling of excitement ignited in her loins. The usually prudish woman was not used to her sex drive being so active, but ever since the shoot with Gia, Sayuri felt horny more often.
In fact, almost every time she had to take a shit, Sayuri was turned on.
She made her way to her bathroom, a smaller room connected to her bedroom. Sayuri was lucky enough to have her own toilet, otherwise it would be embarrassing for her to have to share one with her son. He didn't need to know how badly Sayuri usually stank up the bathroom.
It worried Sayuri how turned on she felt whenever taking a trip to the toilet. The pressure that built up in her loins, the sweet relief of releasing that built up tension, the shamelessness of it all. It was an erotic sensation that Sayuri couldn't deny. She would even spend hours at a time simply sitting on the toilet, savoring the feeling of letting out several long, thick logs. She was even tempted to masturbate while pooping- but Sayuri managed to ignore the filthy urge.
Sayuri would always end up leaving the bathroom with red cheeks and regret. How could she possibly get off on such a thing? Was she really that much of a degenerate now? She hated to think that the shoot affected her psyche this much.
Sayuri sighed as she pulled her panties down, and sat her well rounded rear on top of the cold toilet seat.
"Gia..." Sayuri pursed her lips together. "She's the reason why this turns me on so much."
Sayuri pushed her thighs together, grunting out her routine morning shit.
"Hngngh..."
Sayuri blushed as she struggled to push out the hard, dark log of shit. Her anus pulsated, slowly urging out the thick turd. Sayuri bit her lip, squeezing her thighs together. A loud and wet fart blurted out of her as she dropped half of the turd into the toilet. The middle aged woman sighed, feeling immense pleasure from releasing such a load.
Her gut churned, loudly rearranging the contents of her intestines. Sulfuric fumes rushed towards the pit of her stomach, and another gassy blast helped Sayuri push out the last of her bowel movement. It landed in the toilet water with a loud plop, and Sayuri shuddered when she felt the reacting splash on her bare skin.
Sayuri sighed, slumping over her knees, exhausted already from taking such a huge shit. She let out several more long-winded, loud farts, her face turning bright red. Even if she was in the privacy of her own home, it was still embarrassing to know her farts were so terrible.
She half-stood up from the toilet to get a better view of her alarm clock, checking the time. Out of the corner of her eye, her massive shit caught her attention. Sayuri gasped when she turned around to get a better look at it. The fat, slimy turd was so huge that a large part of it stuck out from the surface of the water.
Sayuri blushed as she looked down at the large, lumpy object. Some sick part of her actually got off to how big it was. She wrinkled up her nose at the offensive smell. Dear god, it was pungent
Sayuri sighed, reaching for her toilet paper. Her shits always took up quite a large chunk of her morning routine. She turned on the bidet, ignoring how wet her pussy felt.
When she finally managed to finish cleaning herself up, Sayuri hurried to get dressed into her work uniform. After school and on the weekends, she would work at a supermarket to supplement her income.
Although the payment from the shoot did help at first, Sayuri was soon back in the same situation she was in before. The bills she was able to pay off were quickly replaced with new ones, and her teaching job was still miserably underpaid. She hadn't had many tutoring clients lately, and higher paying teaching positions never replied to the resumes she sent out.
The idea of going back for another shoot had crossed her mind, but Sayuri ultimately stomped out the thought before it would spiral any further. That video she made was simply a one time occurrence, a blip on the radar of her long lifespan. It was a one and done deal, something she did out of desperation to provide for herself and her son, nothing more.
She collected her earnings, paid off her debts, and that was that. It was in the past now, nothing else had to come from it.
Sayuri finished buttoning up her blouse, she straightened out her top and checked her appearance in the mirror. Nodding her head, she grabbed her purse and headed out the front door. Thankfully she didn't have to take the train to get to her job, this supermarket was new and had just recently opened up a few streets down. Compared to her stressful teaching career, the stocking job was honestly quite blissful. It was 6 straight hours of mindless, menial labor.
She began her short trek through the still asleep town, the morning air dewy and calm. When she came to the market she entered through the side, scanning her employee badge. After greeting a younger co-worker, Sayuri got to work. She picked up a crate of produce, and headed out to the first aisle.
Her supervisor nodded to her as he walked by, writing something on a clipboard.
Sayuri began her work, putting out the fresh fruits and vegetables that were just shipped in from a local farm. Seconds turned into minutes, and Sayuri was fully lost in her own world. It was still quite early in the morning, there weren't that many customers in the store yet. She hummed along mindlessly to the store's usual pop music.
Sayuri could finally feel her mind relax as she went about her routine. Naturally, her thoughts wandered.
Wandered to Gia, and the shoot... and the amount of money she made in just one day.
That one night had changed everything- from how Sayuri viewed herself, to how she viewed Gia. As much as she wanted to forget it ever happened, to bury the memories deep in the back of her head, it was simply impossible. Sayuri couldn't stop thinking about her former student, the one who opened her up to a whole new world of debauchery.
It was inconceivable, the emotions Sayuri felt fluttering inside of her, like butterflies in her stomach. She felt decades younger, like she was a cheerful schoolgirl with a crush. But she was a teacher- a teacher who participated in truly degenerate acts with a former student. It wasn't illegal, but highly immoral. Sayuri felt dirty thinking about it, what her colleagues might think if any of them were to find out what she had done with a former student.
It's not like she could afford to lose either of her jobs. She needed money now more than ever.