LILY DUPONT - MISTRESS LILY DUPONT : THE SHIT EATING SLAVE : BREAKFAST ,LUNCK AND DINNER TOGETHER

Mistress Lily Dupont, a stunning and powerful woman, smiled down at her shit-eating slave. Today was going to be an eventful day, she thought with a sinister grin. The slave, bound and gagged, could only stare up at her with fear and anticipation. "Here you are, shit-eating slave," Mistress Dupont began, her voice dripping with seduction. "Today, you will eat so much shit that it will last you all day. My friends and I have to empty our bowels, and for you today, it will be like having breakfast, lunch, and dinner all at once." With a devilish glint in her eye, she gestured to a table set before the slave. There sat a banquet of exquisite dishes, each one overflowing with a steaming, pungent aroma... an aroma that could only come from the bowels of the women who had prepared it just for the slave. "Open your mouth, slave," Mistress Dupont commanded, her voice low and powerfully seductive. "Now, we will fill you with shit, and you have to eat it all! We have so much to do today, and you have to swallow it all. Don't make me look bad in front of my friends!" With a flick of her wrist and a cruel smile, Mistress Dupont reached down and tore open the slave's clothes, exposing his naked body and lewdly straddling his face. She grabbed a large, wet turd from the first dish before her and shoved it into the slave's gaping mouth. It was warm, gooey, and filled with the taste of her ass. "Do your duty as a human toilet," Mistress Dupont hissed, punctuating each word with a shove. "Suck and swallow, you filthy little cocksucker. I want to hear you beg for more as you taste each one of these delicious morsels." The slave did as he was told, tonguing the shit and sucking it deep into his mouth. The taste was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but feel the inexorable pull of this dark and perverse desires. With every bite, he begged for more, groaning and moaning as he was filled to the brim with warm, fresh shit. As he worked his way through the first course, Mistress Dupont moved on to the second, a dish filled with smaller but no less pungent turds. The slave was forced to work to get every last morsel, using his tongue and lips to tease out each little bit of sweet, fecal goodness. Finally, as the slave stared up at Mistress Dupont through bloodshot eyes, he saw a look of satisfaction cross her face. She leaned down, grabbing his head and pulling him close. "Did you like it?" she asked, her breath hot on his face. "Which one was the tastiest?" The slave groaned, his face pressed into her ass as he tasted her shit one last time. "All of them," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the foulness in his mouth. "All of you taste amazing."