Dea Samantha and Miss Dula: A Double Scat Celebration

Dea Samantha and her friend Miss Dula were in a celebratory mood. They had just finished using their human toilet slave as a birthday present; not only had he licked their assholes clean, but he'd also taken their piss and swallowed it down like the obedient little shit-licking toy that he was. It was a perfect end to his birthday, and they decided to make it even better by treating him to something truly special. The two Queens of Scat stood before him, grins on their faces, and then quietly motioned for him to turn around. As he did, he saw that Dea Samantha and Miss Dula were both completely naked from the waist down, their perfect asses hanging low and ready to be used. "Today is a special day," Dea Samantha began, her voice as soft as silk, "and we're going to celebrate in a very unique way. We're each going to take a nice, big shit in your mouth, and then we're going to cover it with whipped cream to make it taste just like a chocolate birthday cake. What do you think about that, slave?" The slave could only nod in agreement, his mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. Dea Samantha and Miss Dula took their time, each carefully positioning themselves on either side of the slave's face, their asses hovering just inches above his mouth. They took slow, deep breaths, savoring the moment before they unleashed their fecal delights onto the waiting slave. With a loud groan, Dea Samantha let loose the first volley of hot, steaming shit into the slave's mouth. He groaned in ecstasy as her warm feces coated his tongue, filling his mouth with the rich, earthy taste he'd come to crave. She held her position for a moment, giving him time to savor her shit before pulling away and wiping her ass clean on his face. Next, Miss Dula repeated the process, depositing a second serving of scorching hot shit straight from her ass into the waiting slave's mouth. This time, though, she didn't give him a chance to recover; she pressed her ass directly against his face, rubbing her freshly shat waste all over his tongue and lips. When they were both finished, Dea Samantha and Miss Dula stepped back to admire their work. "There you have it, slave," Dea Samantha said, patting his cheek fondly. "Two big, juicy shit cakes, fresh from our beautiful royal bodies and ready for you to enjoy." The slave couldn't believe his luck; not only had he been treated to the scent and taste of two queens' shit, but now he was going to savor every bite. He licked his lips eagerly as Dea Samantha and Miss Dula pulled out a tub of whipped cream and prepared to cover their gifts in the sweet, creamy topping. "Happy birthday, toilet slave!" they sang in unison, smiling widely as they flung open the tub of whipped cream and began covering their shit cakes. With a moan of delight, the slave closed his eyes and dove in, tasting the rich, decadent mixture of warm feces, sweet whipped cream, and the unmistakable flavor of his Queen's asshole. As he savored the best birthday cake he'd ever had, the two queens of scat watched with satisfaction, knowing they'd given their slave the greatest birthday present ever. As they stood there, arms around each other's waists, their asses still glistening with sweat and the remnants of their slave's enduring pleasure, they knew that this was more than just a birthday celebration. It was a testament to their power, their dominance, and the deep, dark desires that bound them all together.