Anja Black - Eating shit - chewing shit - swallowing shit Part 1

Anja Black had been living with Mistress Marlena for a while now, and while she had initially struggled with some of the more extreme aspects of their unconventional lifestyle, she had come to accept and even enjoy them. One of these aspects was using Mistress Marlena's 'Pretty Boy' as a toilet slave, which was both humiliating and arousing for Anja. Today was no different, as she woke up with the familiar urge to move her bowels. Mistress Marlena was there to assist her, her Pretty Boy lying obediently on the floor, waiting for his mistress's dirty work.

Mistress Marlena positioned herself behind Anja, her warm breath teasing the sensitive flesh between her ass cheeks. She played with Anja's breasts, pinching the nipples softly before slipping a finger into her tight anus. The initial intrusion was uncomfortable but familiar by now, and soon enough she was able to push out a thick log of shit. Their ritual continued with the Pretty Boy eagerly cleaning up Anja's feces and guiding it into his waiting mouth. He chewed on it hungrily, savoring the taste of his mistress's excrement.

Afterwards, Anja used the bathroom herself, relieving herself of a hot stream of piss that she aimed directly into the Pretty Boy's open mouth. He took it all, lapping up every drop as if it were nectar from the gods. Satisfied with his performance, Mistress Marlena commanded him to lie still on the floor while she took her turn. She squatted above him, her perfect ass hovering temptingly close to his face. With a smirk, she slipped a finger into her ass and began working it in and out, coating it with her warm, velvety shit. Then, with a dramatic flourish, she lowered herself onto the Pretty Boy's face, allowing him to taste her sweet feces as she forcefully emptied her bowels into his eagerly waiting mouth.

The two shared this intimate moment, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Even after he had cleaned the floor and Anja had finished using him as a human toilet, the Pretty Boy lay there waiting for his mistresses' next command. He craved more of this dirty, degrading pleasure, and he knew that he would have to endure whatever humiliations they had in store for him. It was a price he was more than willing to pay for the chance to worship at the altar of their twisted love.