**Trapped Under Her Toilet**

I never thought I’d end up here—tied up under my ex-girlfriend’s fucking toilet, listening to her get railed by another guy while I played the role of her footstool.

It started with a text. *“Miss you. Come over?”* Simple, dangerous words from Jenna—the girl who’d dumped me for being “too vanilla” six months ago. I should’ve known better. But curiosity and lingering lust dragged me to her place anyway.

She answered the door in nothing but a sheer black robe, her nipples hard beneath the fabric. “Glad you could make it,” she purred, dragging a fingertip down my chest.

Five minutes later, I was naked, wrists and ankles zip-tied to the legs of her toilet, bent forward ass-up like a fucking footrest. She’d laughed as she forced me down. “This is where you belong now—underneath me.”

And then *he* walked in. Tall, thick, already half-hard in his jeans. Jenna grinned, straddling the toilet like a throne, her bare cunt inches from my face. “You remember Tyler, right?”

I did. The guy from the gym she’d been eye-fucking before we broke up.

Tyler smirked, unbuttoning his pants. “Damn, Jenna. You weren’t kidding. He really *is* your toilet now.”

She moaned as Tyler’s thick cock sprang free, already leaking. “Fuck yes. And you’re gonna use *both* of us.”

Jenna arched back, grinding her pussy against the seat, her wetness dripping onto my face. “Lick it,” she ordered, pressing down. “Clean your mess.”

I obeyed, tongue dragging along the porcelain and her slick folds. Above me, Tyler groaned, stroking himself. “Shit, that’s hot.”

Then Jenna stood, spreading her legs. “Fuck me right here. Let him *watch*.”

Tyler didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her hips, his cock sliding into her with one brutal thrust. Jenna cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh *God*, yes!”

The sound of their bodies slamming together was obscene—wet skin, ragged breaths, the toilet creaking under their weight. Jenna’s juices ran down her thighs, splashing onto my face. I could smell them—musky, sweet, *hers*—and my own traitorous dick throbbed between my legs.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Tyler grunted, pounding into her. “You never made her this wet, did you?”

Jenna laughed breathlessly, grinding back against him. “Never. He was *pathetic*.”

The humiliation burned, but the sight of her taking Tyler’s cock—so much thicker than mine—was undeniable. Jenna’s tits bounced as she rode him, her moans growing louder. “Oh fuck, oh *fuck*, I’m gonna—”

Tyler gripped her hair, slamming her down harder. “Come on his face, baby. Let him *taste* it.”

And she did.

Jenna’s whole body shuddered as she came, juices gushing over my mouth. Tyler pulled out with a growl, jerking himself off until thick ropes of cum splashed across my cheeks, my lips, my fucking *eyes*.

Panting, Jenna crouched down, smearing their mess into my skin. “There. Now you’re *really* useful.”

She stepped off, leaving me tied up, sticky, and rock-hard—just another piece of furniture in her twisted little game.

And the worst part?

I fucking *loved* it.