Mistress Mystique - Creeping Neighbor - Youre Going To Get Everything That Comes Out of My Ass

Mistress Mystique stood in her sumptuous bathroom, the cool air against her skin raising goosebumps as she contemplated her next move. She was a woman of many talents, but this was a first for her. Someone had been slipping into her apartment while she was gone, leaving their mark on her most intimate belongings. Her dirty panties were always wet and sticky, as if someone had been sniffing and tasting them. It was disgusting, yet oddly intriguing. Determined to catch the culprit, Mistress Mystique hatched a devious plan. She knew it would be impossible to resist; after all, who could resist the temptation of being in such close proximity to their Mistress's most private areas? Setting her trap, she waited with bated breath, anticipating the moment she would unmask her creeping neighbor. When the unsuspecting neighbor finally stepped into her apartment, he was immediately caught off guard by the scene that greeted him. There she was, dressed in nothing but a short robe that barely covered her voluptuous curves, standing in front of the toilet with her ass provocatively protruding towards him. Her lush, round behind was begging to be worshiped, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from it. "Well, well, well," she purred, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. "It seems my little plan worked." Without further ado, she lifted her robe, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her smooth, hairless pussy glistened with excitement, inviting him closer. As he knelt before her, his eyes locked on the prize he had been dreaming of for so long, Mistress Mystique leaned back against the cold tiled wall, savoring the sight of his eager face inches away from her dripping folds. "I've been meaning to give you a taste of what's been coming out of my ass, neighbor," she whispered huskily, raising one elegant eyebrow in anticipation. Before he could respond, she spread her cheeks wide, exposing her tight, round bottom hole to him. The descent of his eager tongue between her plump buttocks felt like heaven, causing Mistress Mystique to moan in approval. Encouraging him, she reached down and spread her cheeks even wider, giving him better access to her tight entrance. As he lapped up the sweet, musky taste of her ass, Mistress Mystique savored the power she held over him. He was at her mercy, worshipping the very source of his perversion. With a sly grin, she reached around and grabbed his cock, giving it a firm squeeze through his pants. This simple act of domination reduced the normally confident man to a whimpering mess, begging for more. "Please, Mistress," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to see what else comes out of your beautiful ass." Mistress Mystique chuckled darkly, admiring the way he trembled in anticipation. Slowly, she stood up, turning her back on him as she positioned herself over the toilet. She felt his hot breath on her ass cheeks as he watched, transfixed, as she released a gush of diarrhea into the toilet bowl. Without warning, she pushed him forwards, grabbing his hair and forcing him to kneel before the steaming mess. "Taste it," she commanded, her voice now cold and emotionless. "Every last drop." As his tongue darted out, tasting her foul offering, Mistress Mystique savored the moment. She had complete control over this pathetic creature, and she intended to enjoy every moment of it.