Miss Dula - You have to cum with your face in my shit

The anticipation is almost palpable as you find yourself in the presence of Miss Dula, your heart pounding in your chest and your cock throbbing with eager anticipation. She's known for her unique blend of shitting fetishes and humiliation, and you've willingly subjected yourself to her whims. Today's session promises to be particularly intense, as she's hinted at making you cum while your face is buried in her shit.

Miss Dula strides confidently towards you, her stiletto heels clicking against the floor. You can't take your eyes off her perfect round ass, still bearing the marks of the dildo that's been resting inside it. She wears a sleek dress that hugs her body tightly, revealing every curve and contour. Without a word, she pulls you to your feet and positions you in front of a larger-than-life mirror, your ass on full display.

Slowly, deliberately, Miss Dula begins to remove her dress, letting it slide down over her head to reveal her perfect body. You lick your lips involuntarily as you watch her tits jiggle and sway, her nipples standing at full attention. She turns towards you, her piercing blue eyes boring into yours.

"Are you ready?" she purrs. "To get your face covered in my shit?" Her voice sends shivers down your spine, raising goosebumps on your skin.

You nod eagerly, unable to believe the lengths you're willing to go for this beautiful dominant woman. She smacks you across the ass, making you yelp, before grabbing a bottle of champagne. She steps up behind you, her body heat enveloping yours, and begins to pour the champagne over your stretched asshole. You arch your back, moaning with pleasure as she pours it in, the chilled liquid sending shockwaves through your body.

Miss Dula reaches around and begins massaging your prostate, her thumb pushing against your entrance, making you gasp. "You like that, don't you?" she asks, her hair tickling your back. "You like when I fuck your little hole?" She smacks your ass again, harder this time, making you cry out.

She pulls her hand away, leaving you suddenly empty and wanting, before replacing the champagne bottle with a giant dildo. The weight of it pushes against your asshole, threatening to split you apart. But you know that's exactly what you want. You want Miss Dula to push you to your limits, to make you beg for more.

She steps back, admiring her handiwork, her gaze traveling up and down your body. "Look at yourself," she commands. "Filthy and ready for my shit." Your heart races as you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. You're covered in sweat and cum, your asshole still dripping with her champagne. This is what you've always wanted: to be completely and totally dominated by Miss Dula.

She grabs a bowl of caviar and places it in front of you. "Taste it," she hisses. "Every drop." You lean forward, eagerly lapping up the salty roe with your tongue. It's the most intense caviar you've ever tasted, the flavors exploding on your tongue. You know that Miss Dula's shit will taste just as good, if not better.

She smiles, clearly pleased with your devotion. "You're such a good little slave," she coos. "Now, let's see if you can cum with your face buried in my shit." She grabs a large turd from the toilet and places it in front of your face. It's huge, and stinks of feces and urine. But you don't care. You can't wait to taste Miss Dula's musky scent on your tongue.

She watches as you lean in closer, your eyes closed in anticipation. Finally, you press your face against the warm, soft flesh of her shit, inhaling deeply. It's everything you've ever imagined and more. You start to rub your cock, the head of it already covered in cum. This is what you've been training for, what you've wanted since the first moment you saw Miss Dula.

She strokes your hair, her fingers tracing the outline of your ear. "Cum for me," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. "Cum on my shit." And with that, you finally give in to the pleasure, your cock pulsing with each orgasmic spurt of cum. You feel your face being buried deeper in her shit, the hot, sticky fluid coating your skin. It's the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced, and you know you'll never be able to get enough.

As you collapse onto the floor, spent and satisfied, Miss Dula carefully removes the turd from your face. She kneels down next to you, running her fingers through your sweaty hair. "Well done," she murmurs, kissing your forehead. "You've pleased your mistress today." You look up at her, your eyes shining with love and adoration. This is where you belong: at Miss Dula's feet, covered in her shit, completely and utterly hers.