Scat-Girls - March15 Tiffany Scat Part3

Tiffany was a stunning beauty, and her toilet slave couldn't help but admire her even as he found himself kneeling before her, his face buried in her freshly shit-covered underwear. The sight and smell of her excrement filled him with a shameful arousal that contrasted against the burning coals in his throat. It was humiliating, but he knew he deserved every bit of it.

In this final installment of their scat-filled picnic adventure, Tiffany had indulged herself thoroughly, eating and drinking to her heart's content without any concern for the consequences. And now, as she lay back on the grass, her luscious body bedecked in a sheen of grease and cum, she let out a contented sigh. "You've done well, toilet slave," she murmured, stroking his hair affectionately. "Now it's time for you to enjoy the fruits of my labor."

With that, she leaned down and pressed her shit-covered pussy against his lips, forcing his mouth open and allowing her steaming faeces to pour into his waiting throat. He groaned around her fleshy folds, tasting the coarse texture of her shit mixed with the tang of her juices. It was repulsive, yet he couldn't help but crave more of her putrid flavor. Tears welled in his eyes as he swallowed convulsively, unable to take any more without choking.

But Tiffany showed no mercy. She continued to force feed him her shit until he felt as though his stomach would burst and his sanity would snap. Finally, when he could take no more, she pulled away with a satisfied smile. "There now, isn't that better?" she asked, her voice dripping with condescension. "Don't you feel cleaner inside?"

The slave could only nod dumbly in response. His face was covered in her feces, his mouth filled with the disgusting taste of her waste. And yet, somehow, he felt a perverse sense of satisfaction. He was hers, body and soul, and she could do with him whatever she pleased. He was a toilet slave, and he didn't deserve any better.

But as he looked up at Tiffany, his eyes full of despair and desire, he knew that he would willingly submit to her again, no matter how humiliating or degrading the experience might be. Because even though she treated him like a piece of shit, she was the only one who could make him feel truly alive.