Chinese Scat Love - Sexy Stocking Goddess Sits on the Tongue out Slaves Face and Poops into His Mouth and Uses Her Sexy

In a lavish Chinese household, an old manor with curved roofs and elegant gardens, there lived a sexy and alluring young woman known as the Stocking Goddess. She possessed an enchanting figure, with long, sylphlike legs adorned in sheer stockings that enticed everyone who laid their eyes upon her. The Stocking Goddess was notorious for her scat fetish, which she enjoyed indulging in with her slaves.

One such slave, a young and handsome man, had been lured to her estate under the pretense of becoming her loyal companion. Little did he know that he would soon be groveling at her feet, feasting on her excrement and begging for more. As he waited anxiously in her lavish living room, he could hear her footsteps approaching from down the marble hallway.

The Stocking Goddess sauntered into the room, her hips swaying sensually beneath her short silk robe. Her voice was honeyed and seductive as she addressed him, "Ah, my eager slave. You have been waiting long enough. Kneel before me." The man immediately dropped to his knees, gazing up at her with desire and fear mixed together in his eyes.

She smiled cruelly, revealing pearly white teeth. "Good. Now, open your mouth wide for me." The slave complied, stretching his lips as far as they would go. The Stocking Goddess chuckled softly, stepping forward and positioning herself over his open mouth. Deliriously aroused by the power he had over her, the slave couldn't help but watch as she lifted her shimmering silk robe, revealing her perfect round ass covered in a sheernightie. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin.

Slowly, sensually, she lowered herself onto his face, her perfect breasts just inches from his nose. He could feel the warmth of her anus against his lips as she began to grind against him, her hips moving in a sinuous rhythm that drove him wild with lust. She leaned forward, pressing her weight onto him so that he was forced to push against the floor with his nose in order to keep breathing. And then, just as he thought he couldn't handle anymore, she released a long, slow stream of feces onto his open mouth.

The slave's eyes widened in horror and ecstasy as he tasted her shit for the first time. It was sweet and nutty, with a hint of spice that made him hungry for more. Despite his revulsion, his cock throbbed painfully in his pants, and he found himself begging for her to let him swallow her feces. "Please, Mistress," he whispered, his voice shaking with desire. "Let me taste your ass."

The Stocking Goddess smiled, her voice low and sultry. "You want to taste my ass, slave?" She leaned forward again, dropping a fresh glob of feces onto his tongue. "Then prove yourself to me. Swallow it all." And so he did, gulping down her shit greedily as she watched, her eyes shining with pleasure.

As he swallowed the last bit of her shit, the Stocking Goddess reached down, clenching her butthole tightly around his tongue. "Now," she purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "lick me clean. Every last bit of my sweet, sticky shit belongs to me." And so the slave did as he was told, eagerly licking up every last trace of her feces from her ass and thighs, his tongue probing deep inside her as he tried to please her.

Finally sated, the Stocking Goddess stood up, wobbling slightly on her high heels. She grabbed his hair roughly, pulling him to his feet and forcing him to look her in the eyes. "You are truly my slave, aren't you?" she asked, her voice full of triumph. He nodded mutely, unable to speak past the thickness in his throat. "Good boy," she said softly, before spinning around and walking out of the room, her hips swaying seductively beneath her sheer stockings.