Mistress Nyx - SMELLY POOP AND PEE

Mistress Nyx's scent filled my nostrils as she stood over me, her perfect body clad in nothing but a latex catsuit. Her long, lean legs seemed to go on forever, and her ample assets were accentuated by the tight black rubber that hugged her voluptuous figure. She was in control, and I was powerless against her.

I gazed up at her with adoration, my mind consumed by thoughts of her body and the disgusting things she did with it. I couldn't resist her even though I knew what was coming next. I licked my lips nervously, anticipating her command.

"You are addicted to my very smelly poop and all my wastes," she purred, leaning down to whisper in my ear. The scent of her feces was unmistakable, and it made my stomach churn with anticipation. "You can't help but crave it, can you?"

I shook my head no, but she knew the truth. She was my mistress, and I would do anything for her, no matter how repulsive or degrading. Without breaking eye contact, she reached behind her and gave herself a satisfying shove. A large, steaming turd splatted onto the floor next to me, filling the room with its pungent aroma. My eyes widened in shock and excitement as I stared at the enormous lump of feces.

Without a word, Mistress Nyx sank to her knees before me, her perfect ass in full view. She placed one hand on the bulky turd, spreading it open for me to see. The mound glistened with moisture, and I could see remnants of her blood and puss mixed in with the feces. My heart raced as I watched her lean forward, positioning herself right above my face. My nostrils flared as I inhaled her heady scent, a mix of sweetness and decay that sent shivers down my spine.

Slowly, she lowered her perfect plump ass onto my face, grinding against my nose and mouth. "Ssssmell my shit, you pathetic loser," she hissed, her voice thick with contempt. I tried to protest, but the taste of her feces on my tongue was strangely addictive. I lapped at her ass greedily, hungry for more of her filth.

As I continued to suffocate under her massive ass, she reached down between her legs and started playing with herself. I heard the wet squelching sounds of her fingers pushing through the slimy mess that was once her ass. She gasped and moaned, lost in the pleasure of her own filth. It was a sight and sound that turned me on beyond belief.

My tongue darted out, tasting the juices that seeped from her ass. They were salty and bitter, but I couldn't get enough. My cock throbbed in anticipation, begging to be released from its prison. Mistress Nyx sensed my arousal and grunted in satisfaction. She shifted her weight, finally lifting her ass off my face.

I gasped for air, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. My eyes were watering from the stench of her feces, but I didn't care. I was high on the filth and depravity that surrounded me. Mistress Nyx reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking it slowly as she stood over me. She swayed her hips, teasing me with the idea of her taking my load on her face or in her mouth.

Finally, she leaned down and opened her mouth wide, allowing me to see every wrinkle and crevice of her throat. With a roar of pleasure, I unloaded my seed straight into her waiting mouth. She swallowed every drop greedily, her tongue darting out to lick up any remaining droplets. Smiling triumphantly, she stood up and stepped away from me, leaving me humbled and satisfied.

I knew this was only the beginning. I was addicted to Mistress Nyx and all her perverse pleasures. There was no escaping her grip, and I didn't want to. I was her toy, and she would use me however she saw fit. As long as I could taste her feces and feel her ass on my face, I was happy.