Miss Nica Nordic - First smell all over the body then stuffed with shit

Written by Mistress Valora of Dominaxx

The moment you step foot into Miss Nica Nordic's lair, your nose is immediately assaulted by the sweet aroma of her divine body. You can't quite place it at first—it's a mix of lavender and vanilla, with just the faintest hint of something else. As your mind begins to race with anticipation, she strides towards you, her shoulders back and her hips swaying in that signature Scandinavian elegance. Her eyes meet yours, and she smirks ever so slightly, her full lips twisting into an invitation.

"We start by smelling my divine body," she says coolly, her voice echoing through the cavernous room. "First the feet then my ass and the sweet pussy ... I love it. I find it even hornier when I sit on the faces of my objects and press my pussy and ass on their mouth and nose." Her tone is low and sultry, teasing out every last drop of arousal from you. As if in response to her words, your cock begins to stir beneath your jeans. You can't help but imagine what it would be like to have those gorgeous feet pressed against your face, to inhale their intoxicating scent while feeling her hot breath against your cheek. And then there's her ass, round and firm and just begging to be worshipped. And finally, her pussy—the very thought of it makes your heart race. "But what makes such a session completely perfect is ... What do you think?" She asks, her eyes glinting with mischief. You steel yourself for the answer, already knowing what it is but afraid to say it out loud. "The shit," you whisper, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "You want me to eat your shit?" She laughs softly, a seductive chuckle that sends shivers down your spine. "Of course," she says, walking towards you. "A nice pile of shit that I then stuff with relish in the slaves mouth ..." She trails off teasingly, stepping closer still until your noses are almost touching. And then it hits you—the unmistakable scent of freshly made shit. It's not unpleasant, in fact, it's oddly intoxicating. You inhale deeply, savoring the unique aroma that is completely and utterly hers. Your mouth waters in anticipation as she circles around you, never breaking eye contact. Soon enough, she corners you against the wall and presses her body flush against yours. Her hand finds its way to your jeans, unzipping them roughly before tugging down your boxers to reveal your hard cock. She leans in close, her hot breath fanning across your erection as she reaches behind her and retrieves something from a nearby table.

A moment later, she turns back around, smiling wickedly as she presents you with a thin, smooth cylinder. "Here's what you've been training for," she says, her voice low and sultry. "Open wide and accept your reward."

With shaking hands, you take the cylinder from her, ready to taste the forbidden fruit of her body. As you lower your mouth over the cylinder, she grabs your hair and pulls your head firmly into her lap. And then, you feel it—the warm, soft pressure of her anus against your tongue. You hesitate for just a moment before taking a tentative lick, tasting the sweet nectar of her ass. It's unlike anything you've ever experienced before—rich, earthy, and unmistakably hers. You let out a moan of pleasure as you start to suckle her rim, feeling her body shudder in response. Finally, she pulls away, leaving you craving more. But she's not done yet. With a determined gleam in her eye, she lumbers towards the coffee table, her ample behind swaying invitingly. She spreads her cheeks wide, revealing her tight, pink anus in all its glory. "Now," she says, her voice stern. "Eat." You crawl towards her on your knees, feeling the warmth of her body against your skin. You push your tongue into her ass, tasting both yourself and her as you eat her out. It's a messy, filthy act that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. As you work your magic, you feel her hands in your hair, pulling you closer still. She groans in pleasure, her hips bucking wildly against your face. You can hear the squelching sound of her ass juices as they coat your tongue and chin. And then, just when you think you can't take anymore, she stands up, her body towering over you. She takes a step back, her cocktail dress pooling around her feet. "Well done, slave," she says, admiration shining in her eyes. "Now, let's see if you can handle the main course." With that, she bends over, presenting you with her perfect pink pussy. It's been waiting for you—waiting for this very moment—and you know exactly what you have to do. With trembling hands, you lift your head to look into her eyes once more. "Proceed," she says, her voice trembling with anticipation. You nod solemnly, then plunge your face into her wet heat. The taste of her is intoxicating—sweet and musky, all at once. You lap at her juices, feeling her wetness coat your tongue and fill your nostrils. And then, in the blink of an eye, she's straddling your face again, her pussy hovering just above your mouth. "Suck," she commands, her voice low and husky. "Suck my juices, slave." You open your mouth wide, feeling her warmth envelop you as you start to suckle her clit. Her body shudders violently, her hips bucking uncontrollably as she cums hard against your face. You lap up every last drop, feeling your cock pulse with anticipation for what comes next. Finally, she pulls away, leaving you breathless and wanting more. But she's not done yet. With a mischievous grin, she reaches into a nearby bag and pulls out ... well, you're not quite sure what it is. "Here's your reward, slave," she says, holding it out for you to see. You take a tentative step forward, your heart pounding in your chest. And then, you see it—a thin, pale sausage linked together by shiny turds. It's beautiful in its own twisted way, and you can't help but feel a sense of devotion rise up within you. "Thank you, mistress," you murmur, taking the shit-covered sausage in your hands. "I will cherish this always." And with that, you prepare yourself for the final act of worship. You kneel before Miss Nica Nordic, your hands trembling as you present her with the shit-covered sausage. She takes it from you, her eyes shining with approval. "My faithful servant," she says softly, wrapping her fingers around your cock. "Now, let's see how much you really want this." And with that, she guides your cock to her mouth, taking you deep and stroking your balls with her free hand. As she bobs up and down on your hard length, you feel the first stirrings of your own climax. The dirty, filthy act sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making your knees weak and your cock rock-hard. Finally, she pulls away, letting out a satisfied moan as she sinks down onto your waiting face. You lick at her juices, tasting the distinct flavor of her cum mixed with your own excitement. She leans forward, pressing her body against yours as she begins to grind her hips against your face. It's a symphony of sensation—her tight ass squeezing your cock, her hot pussy against your tongue, her sweet scent filling your nostrils. You're lost in the moment, caught up in the forbidden thrill of it all. And then, with one final thrust, she comes hard against your face, her body shuddering as she releases waves of pleasure onto your eager mouth. You lap up every last drop, feeling your own climax draw near. With one final thrust, she collapses onto you, her body heavy and satisfying against yours. You feel her cum dripping down your chin, her ass juices seeping into your skin. And then, you feel the rush of intense pleasure as your own climax hits you, hard and fast and unforgiving. You groan loudly, feeling your cock pulse with each shot of hot cum. It's a moment of pure bliss, one that you'll cherish forever. As you catch your breath, you look up at Miss Nica Nordic, feeling a sense of pride and devotion wash over you. She smiles down at you, her eyes shining with approval. "Well done, slave," she says softly. "You've pleased your mistress today." And with that, she stands up, leaving you to clean her up while she surveys her work with satisfaction. It's a dirty, filthy scene—one that's both repulsive and irresistible at the same time. But that's the beauty of it, isn't it? The juxtaposition of pleasure and pain, of submission and domination. It's a dance between two souls, a voyage through the depths of desire and taboo. And in this moment, you know without a doubt that you've found your true calling—to be Miss Nica Nordic's devoted slave, to worship her body and mind, to bask in her glory until the day you die.