Mistress Mystique - Morning Shit Is The Heaviest!

After a delicious Haitian breakfast that left her gut bubbling, Mistress Mystique realized she had to shit again. Even though she had already taken care of her bowel movements yesterday after her anal (super hot video), the heavy meal had left its mark. She couldn't help but notice the constant pressure building up in her lower abdomen and the occasional gases escaping through her asshole. She knew she couldn't hold it in any longer.

Before heading to the toilet, Mistress Mystique decided to take care of something else first. The day before, she had enjoyed herself immensely during a private session with one of her super ass fans. As part of their meeting, she had pulled down her pants and sat on his face while he worshiped her asshole through the thin wall of a discreet facesitting session. To preserve this memory, she retrieved a sealed envelope from her desk drawer and prepared to mail it. Inside was the used face mask that had been hiding her asshole from her fan's view during their intimate encounter.

With a smirk on her face, Mistress Mystique carefully unfolded the small piece of fabric and reveled in its stinky aroma. It still smelled like her ass, and she couldn't wait to share it with her eager admirer. She positioned herself at the desk, took the face mask in her hand, and slowly lowered herself onto the edge. She spread her cheeks wide open, revealing her pristine asshole covered in a thin layer of sweat and anticipation.

Holding onto the desk for support, she leaned forward slightly, using her weight to stretch out her asshole. It was the perfect view for her fan - a clear invitation to taste and worship her tight, muscular asshole. Mistress Mystique could feel the eyes on her backside, and she knew that her fan would be getting off on this as much as she was. She took a deep breath, reveling in the power she held over him.

With one final push, Mistress Mystique released the face mask, sending it flying across the room. It landed with a soft thump on the floor, and she let out a long, slow sigh of relief. Her asshole was free and ready for action. Standing up straight, she adjusted her outfit and made her way to the bathroom.

The moment she sat down on the toilet seat, the weights on her stomach lifted, and she knew she was about to unload. Her bowel movements had been heavy ever since morning, and she could feel them building up in her ass. As she squatted down, she could feel the pressure increasing, almost to the point of being unbearable. But she knew that this was what made it so fucking hot. Just as she'd thought - her afternoon snack hadn't made it all the way through her system, and there was plenty more to come out.

Mistress Mystique leaned forward slightly, her breasts brushing up against the cool surface of the bathroom counter. She wrapped her hands around her knees and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to maintain her composure. This was the moment she'd been waiting for - the moment when she would finally surrender to her need to shit. As she let out a long, low groan, she pressed her palms into her thighs, digging her nails in just enough to heighten the sensation.

With careful precision, she began pushing. At first, there was resistance, but gradually, her bowels gave way. The weight of it crashed down onto her bladder, and for a moment, she wondered if she would be able to hold it all in. But then she reminded herself that this was exactly what she was here for. She took control of the situation, slowing down or speeding up her rhythm based on the amount of resistance she was feeling. She moaned and grunted as each wave of pressure hit her, relishing in the pleasure-pain that came with sharing such an intimate part of herself.

Throughout the whole process, Mistress Mystique couldn't help but imagine her super ass fan kneeling in front of her, his face buried deep in her ass cheeks. She pictured him licking and kissing her asshole clean, worshipping every inch of her tight, perfect hole. It made the experience even more intense for her, knowing that she was doing this for someone else's pleasure. By the time she felt the last wave of pressure crest and finally subside, she knew she had given everything she had to her fan.

With a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, Mistress Mystique finally rose from her squatting position and allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief. She stood up, her legs shaking slightly from the effort, and made her way back to her desk. As she picked up the envelope containing her fanshot, she couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for the person who would be receiving it. They shared a special bond, one that was built on trust, fantasy, and the most intimate of desires.

As she sealed the envelope and slipped it into the mailbox, Mistress Mystique couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. She had not only indulged in her own fetish, but she had also fulfilled the deepest desires of someone else. It was a powerful feeling, one that fueled her passion for her work and her commitment to her fans. With a smile on her face, she turned around and gazed back at her desk, ready for whatever new challenges and fantasies might come her way.