Miss Medeas dirty store - I train him to become my Shit Eater

Walking into Miss Medea's dirty store, my heart raced with anticipation. I was here to fulfill my deepest, darkest fantasy: becoming a shit eater. As I waited in front of her counter, I couldn't help but stare at the array of tantalizing scat-themed toys and paraphernalia. The latex outfits, the numerous dildos and butt plugs, and most of all, the thick piles of freshly shat turds, gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. "Ah, I see the new recruit has arrived," Miss Medea chuckled, stepping out from behind the curtain. She was dressed in a skin-tight, black latex catsuit that clung to every inch of her voluptuous body. Her tight ass cheeks separated by the thin fabric of the suit, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her pink hole. "Hi, Miss Medea," I stammered, trying to mask my nervousness. "Now then, young one," she purred, fixing me with her piercing gaze. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" I nodded vigorously, my heart pounding in my chest. "Well, let's get started then," she smiled, her ruby red lips parting to reveal a wicked tongue. As I followed her into the backroom, I couldn't help but notice the Go-Pro camera strapped snugly around my belly. This was going to be recorded, I realized with a mixture of excitement and fear. Miss Medea led me to a sitting area, where I was instructed to kneel down before her and begin worshiping her perfect ass. I took her plump cheeks in my hands, kissing and licking them eagerly. With each passing moment, my desire for her excrement grew stronger. Once she was satisfied with my efforts, she quirked an eyebrow in challenge. "Prove yourself worthy," she commanded, turning around and lowering her tight leggings. And there it was: her gaping asshole, beckoning me forward. Unable to resist any longer, I positioned myself between her legs and pressed my tongue forward. The taste of her musk was intoxicating, and I worked my tongue deeper into her darkened hole. "Mmmm, that's it, slave," she moaned, grasping my hair tightly. "Now, lick me clean." I obeyed without question, lapping up every inch of her juices. Feeling the desire coursing through my veins, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have her shit dripping from my tongue. "What do you dream about, slave?" she asked suddenly, withdrawing her ass from my face. "I dream about... about looking up at your gorgeous body, covered in shit," my voice trembled with excitement. "About tasting you, feeling your warm excrement filling my mouth." Her eyes widened in shock before she began to chuckle. "Well, it seems I've found my next toilet," she purred. "Now, aren't you curious about what I've been eating?" Without waiting for a response, she stepped over to a toilet bowl and unzipped her suit. As she began to urinate, thick streams of piss splattered onto the porcelain. "Swallow it all," she commanded, and I did as I was told. The salty taste of her urine mixed with the sweet aroma of her shit, and I couldn't help but moan in ecstasy. "Good boy," she cooed, zipping up her suit once again. "Now, come here and follow me." As if in a trance, I obeyed. She led me to a second toilet, this one filled with her freshly deposited feces. My heart raced as I knelt down before it, unable to believe what was about to happen. "Open wide," she commanded, and I did as I was told. The cool air tickled my lips before she began to push her feces into my mouth. I moaned around the thick mass, savoring the unique taste. And so it went, back and forth between the toilets, my stomach churning with anticipation and lust. With each passing moment, I felt closer to becoming the shameless shit-eating slave I had always desired. Finally, our session came to an end. Drenched in sweat and covered in Miss Medea's fluids, I felt filled to the brim with darkness and desire. As I left her dirty store, I couldn't help but wonder when I would be able to return and taste her exquisite ass again.