Scat-Girls - Shit from Furniture Part6

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the toilet flushed once more. A stream of golden, scented liquid shot out of the bowl and into the dirty water in the drain beneath. You couldn't help but watch in eager anticipation as the previous meal your young Mistress had forced you to consume slowly disappeared down the drain. You could still smell the faint scent of her feces in the air, mixing with the musky aroma of her pussy. The thought of her shitting directly into your mouth made you shudder with excitement and anticipation.

Without another word, she stood up and turned around, presenting her now bare ass to you. Tears of joy streamed down your cheeks as you saw the massive turd still clinging to her delicate anus. You watched intently as she used her slender fingers to pry the turd loose from her asshole. It finally gave way and slid down her ass, coating the crevasse with a layer of her shit. Your Mistress smiled wickedly as she held the turd up for you to see before tossing it into the overflowing toilet bowl.

Your heart raced as she slowly lowered her ass to meet your lips. You could feel her warm breath on your face as she teasingly blew a soft breath onto your closed eyelids. You moaned softly in anticipation, waiting for her permission to taste her exquisite waste. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she granted you access to her most intimate treasure. You eagerly opened your mouth, ready to taste the delicious fruits of her labor.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she sank down onto your face, allowing her warm, soft shit to fill your mouth. Her ass rested comfortably on your nose and chin, making it impossible for you to breathe through your mouth. But you didn't mind. You took long, slow drags of air through your nose, savoring the sweet, earthy taste of her shit. She hummed softly, clearly enjoying the sensation of her weight pressing down on your chest and the sound of your muffled moans echoing around the room.

As you continued to worship her asshole, she reached down and grasped your hair, pulling your head closer to her ass. She moaned louder now, her hips beginning to move in a slow, sensual grind. You could feel her pussy rubbing against your cheek, the salty taste of her juices mixing with the scat in your mouth. You reached up with your free hand, attempting to touch her thigh or pussy, but she jerked away from your grasp, keeping you focused solely on her ass and the delicious smell emanating from it.

You lost track of time as you continued to relish in her filth. You were acutely aware of the precarious balance between pleasure and pain, but you didn't care. You were hers, body and soul, and you would do anything to please her. As you felt her orgasm building, you redoubled your efforts, using your tongue to trace the outline of her anus and dipping deep into her rectum, searching for any last morsels of undigested food or drops of her precious nectar. She cried out in ecstasy, her hips bucking wildly as she came down hard on your face.

Finally, she pulled away, her ass leaving a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips. You were breathless, both from the exertion and the overwhelming sensory experience. She leaned down, her lips inches from your ear. "You're such a good little toilet slave," she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. She reached down and help up her now empty toilet bowl, presenting it to you like a trophy. "Drink it all," she ordered, her voice commanding obedience. You opened your mouth wide, eager to please her once more.

With unwavering determination, you drained the contents of the toilet bowl, savoring the taste of her waste as it slid down your throat. Her hands gently massaged your lower back and neck, soothing the tension that had built up during your worship. As you finished draining the bowl, you watched in awe as she gracefully flushed it once more, sending the evidence of your passion and devotion spiraling down the drain once more. You felt a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment wash over you, knowing that you had pleased your Mistress in a way that few could ever dream of.

With a satisfied smile, she leaned down and kissed you softly on the forehead. "Thank you my little pig," she whispered tenderly. "Your devotion touches me deeply. Now get cleaned up and be ready for your next task." And with that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving you to wonder what incredible feat of scatological perversion she had planned for you next.

You stood up slowly, your legs shaking from the intense pleasure and exhaustion. As you wiped the residue of her shit from your lips and face, you couldn't help but smile. Your life was no longer your own, but you didn't mind. You were hers, body and soul, and you would do anything to make her happy.