Anna K. and the Duchess
By Will and David
This is a complete work of fiction and doesn't imply anything about the true sexuality of any of the celebrities who are mentioned. If you don't like reading nasty stuff like this, go do something else.
Anna Kournikova really had to take a shit. She was in the third set of a tough match against Jelena Dokic at Wimbledon, but she didn't really care about the game. She just had to shit really badly.
And waiting to receive her foul shit was the Duchess of Canterbury, a woman she had met online not three months ago. The Duchess had written her via her website on one of the message boards. The initial inquiry had been about her tennis career, but something about one of the notes had caused Anna to send the Duchess a special email asking if she'd like to get together with the tennis star. And sure enough that is exactly what the Duchess wanted. Not many people were aware of the perverse side of Anna, her desire to dominate older women. And the 41-year-old Duchess seemed like a potential recruit to her harem of older sluts. Once in England for Wimbledon, Anna got together with the Duchess and the Duchess' breath was taken away with Anna's beauty in person.
My God, the Duchess (whose name was Geraldine) thought, she is absolutely stunning! Beautiful, sexy and something else. The Duchess realized at that point that her lesbian desires were overcoming her plan to hold back in the meeting and she realized that shortly she would be totally under the spell of the cute young tennis star.
Anna took her aside in the castle where they had gotten together and delivered the harsh news to the Duchess.
"Listen you old bag, you fucking cunt, if you want to submit to me I will require your complete slavery, you will do everything I demand, now what, right now, is your answer," Anna barked.
The Duchess hesitated only a moment before replying, "Anna, I'm yours."
"Good, the first thing I will want you to do is come to the court on Saturday and watch me eat a huge breakfast before the match. You will appreciate all the food because you will be eating it later, if you get my drift."
The Duchess was a little reserved, but she wasn't stupid, she got it completely. Anna wanted her to become her toilet.
"Yes or not slut, it's as simple as that."
The Duchess took one long look at Anna's long tanned legs and decided to submit completely.
"Yes Anna, I will."
"Good slut then be there at 8 a.m. sharp to watch me eat what will become your dinner later in the day," Anna concluded the interview and headed out of the castle. The Duchess was left alone with her thoughts and how she would become a toilet come Saturday.
She arrived at Wimbledon at 7:45 a.m. and used the pass Anna had given her to enter the athletes' area.
There she found Anna sitting at a large table with a huge breakfast of pancakes, eggs, bacon, cinnamon rolls, cereal, orange juice and coffee in front of her.
"Like all this food slut, I hope you do because you'll be eating it later," Anna laughed at the embarrassed look on the Duchess' face.
The match finally ended with Anna barely defeating Dokic as another cramp crossed her abdomen. Anna made her way off the court and entered the tunnel leading back to the player's locker rooms where the Duchess was waiting for her.
Although Wimbledon was a large facility it didn't house enough locker rooms for each player to have a private room; though officials managed to arrange for each player to share a room with one other player, but on a schedule where they would not run into each other during competition.
As Anna walked traveled down the tunnel she heard her name called out to her. Anna looked to her right to see Serena Williams approaching.
"Hi Anna," she said. "Nice match today. Maybe one day we'll get to face each other." Serena added.
"I look forward to it," Anna replied with a smile. "I really hate this bitch. One day she's going to get what's coming to her" Anna thought.
"Gotta run," Serena said as she turned and left for the courts.
Anna resumed her walk back to her locker room with her stomach continuing to grumble. --I really need to stop doing this during competition. I'm never going to win a title if I keep eating like this before a match-Anna realized.
Upon entering her locker room, Anna found the Duchess waiting for her on one of the small sofas provided for visitors. Anna locked the door behind her and walked over to the changing area where a wood bench stood in front of several wide alcoves, which are used to store players' clothes. She tossed her racket into her alcove and grabbed a towel off the bench.
"Congratulations on your match sweetie," the Duchess greeted Anna. Anna shot her a hard look with the intention of shutting the older woman up. The smile on the Duchess' face slowly disappeared as the young woman stared at her.
"Get over here," Anna ordered the Duchess. The Duchess stood and approached Anna. "Take off your clothes, but leave on your bra and panties," Anna said. "For now," she added as an afterthought.
The Duchess stripped down to her undergarments and let Anna inspect her 41-year-old body. Anna liked what she saw and ordered the Duchess to sit straddling the bench. As the Duchess sat she noticed the beads of sweat dripping down Anna's forehead. She also became aware that Anna's shorts and tank top were soaked through with sweat. The Duchess was further aware that Anna was still grasping a towel in her hand but has yet to wipe and perspiration from her tight young body.
Anna dropped the towel onto the bench without using it and pulled her tank top off. Her sports bra under her tank top was completely soaked as well. Anna stood over the Duchess and said, "Open you mouth bitch. I've got something for you."
Anna stood over the Duchess sitting on the bench. The Duchess titled her head back and opened her mouth wide. Anna lifted her sweaty tank top over the Duchess' face and twisted the cotton material tightly. Drops of her sweat were forced out of the material only to fall into the Duchess waiting mouth. Anna continued to twist the shirt until she was positive no more liquid could be had.
Anna tossed the shirt onto the ground and continued to stand over the older woman. Anna next lifted her right arm and positioned her armpit firmly over the Duchess face. "Lick me clean you cow," Anna ordered. She smiled as she felt the older woman's tongue begin to lap at her sweat-saturated armpit. "That's it slut, nice long strokes with your tongue." As the Duchess worked her tongue on the young tennis star she felt a hand reach into the cup of her bra and begin kneading her tit and pinching her nipple. When the Duchess was finished with Anna's right arm she was ordered to repeat the process on the left arm. She did so as Anna played with the older woman's other tit.
The Duchess knew she was finished licking Anna's armpits when the young woman stood back away from her no longer straddling the bench, but standing to one side. The Duchess' mouth was dry and her tongue felt tired. Anna noticed, "Don't think you're done yet, cow." Anna reached over and pulled the cups of the Duchess' bra down exposing her tits, but leaving her bra on. The Duchess watched as Anna placed one foot up on the bench, untied her sneaker and removed it and the sock underneath; then removed the other sneaker and sock. She tossed the sneakers aside, but wrung sweat out of the nasty smelling socks onto the Duchess' face.
Anna then slid a finger from each hand beneath the waist of her tight lycra shorts. She ran her fingers back and forth around her waist before pulling her shorts off. The Duchess noticed the tennis star was not wearing any underwear. Anna reached down to rub her clit. The Duchess noticed Anna's pussy was almost completely bare except for the small strip of pubic hair centered above her clit.
Positioning the towel, previously dropped onto the bench, Anna sat her tight ass down on the towel and leaned back onto her elbows. She then brought one foot up to the Duchess' mouth for her to lick clean. The Duchess ran her tongue up and down the young woman's foot and across her toes. She then sucked each toe into her mouth before pushing her tongue between each one to ensure she didn't miss a spot. As she finished with the first foot it was quickly replaced with the second.
Anna made the Duchess move on to her mostly bare pussy after she finished licking her toes. Anna always derived joy from being licked clean. Unfortunately her stomach continued to grumble. Several times she grabbed the Duchess' head to hold her close as she farted to help keep the grumbling in her stomach down to a quiet quake, but she knew this would only alleviate the pressure temporarily.
She brought the Duchess' head to her stomach to allow the member of British royalty to hear the grumbling and let her know what it would soon be bringing to her mouth. The Duchess listened with some trepidation as the tennis star's stomach ground up what was soon to be her lunch.
"Listen bitch because my stomach is preparing your lunch, soon you'll be eating my fine shit," Anna said.
Anna released the Duchess' head from against her stomach and stood up. She turned herself around so her ass was now facing the Duchess. Anna repositioned the towel on the bench and proceeding to get on all fours using the towel to pad her knees.
"Okay bitch lick my crack," Anna ordered.
The Duchess leaned in to the tennis pro's offered ass and slowly ran her tongue up and down. Anna loved having some filthy bitch lick her ass. After several slow passes of the Duchess' tongue Anna reached back and stopped the older woman from bobbing her head; holding it over her tight asshole.
"Lick my puckered hole bitch," Anna said, and then added "and you may have your meal."
The Duchess concentrated her licking strictly on Anna's asshole as she was ordered. Anna moaned softly as the older woman began working the tip of her tongue into Anna's tight rosebud. As Anna became increasingly aroused her sphincter muscle relaxed and the Duchess was able to penetrate her tongue deeper and deeper into Anna. Likewise Anna was able to easily pass gas into the Duchess' mouth.
Anna was thoroughly enjoying having her ass licked, but she couldn't contain the pressure building up inside her. She told the Duchess to stop licking and sit back to watch as Anna delivered her meal.
Anna once again stood up straddling the bench, moved the towel protecting her knees and began to push the Duchess' meal out of her young ass. The Duchess watched as thick pieces of excrement appeared from Anna's ass and formed a pile on the bench in front of her. The older woman watched as Anna continually pushed more and more out of her tight ass.
Once Anna felt she had completely vacated her bowels she moved away from the bench to admire her deposit.
"Look at that bitch. You've got plenty of eating to do. Don't even think about wasting any of my precious treasure," Anna said. She then grabbed the nape of the Duchess's neck with one hand and pushed her face down into the pile before her. Anna held the Duchess down until she was sure the older woman's face was pressed firmly into her meal as she started eating the pile of shit. "That's right bitch chew it up and eat it."
Anna stood back to view the spectacle in front of her. A member of British royalty with her face in a mound of shit eating it up like it was the last meal she would ever have. Anna loved it.
"I think you deserve a new name bitch. From now on you are the Duchess of Feces," Anna declared as she stroked the Duchess' head, petting her new shit slave.
And, that was how the Duchess began to think of herself.
Author's note: Want this to continue, it could go in a lot of different directions. Write with any comments or suggestions.