Toilet Slaves Scatology - Teacher Eats Prom Queens Scat! - Part 2

Jessica's delicious scent of her clean, young pussy filled the air as she leaned down, placing her perfect ass right above his eager face. Her asshole was still glistening from the taste of her own shit she had just forcefully expelled onto him. She spread her pale white cheeks wide apart, revealing her tight little hole to him. "Here you go, my toilet slave," she cooed seductively, "this is what you've been waiting for all along, isn't it?" She slowly lowered her body down onto his face, her pussy being right in front of his eager mouth.

As he felt the warmth of her pussy against his lips, he couldn't help but gulp nervously. He knew what she was about to ask of him and he wasn't sure if he could do it. But before he could even form a response, she spoke up, her voice dripping with evil delight. "Taste it, my toilet slave," she purred, "taste all of me." And with that, she pushed her honey pot down onto his face, forcing her juices into his mouth. He could feel her pussy leaking copious amounts of her fluids, filling up his mouth and coating his tongue.

He tried to resist, but he couldn't help it. He started sucking in, drawing in her juices as if they were the most precious thing in the world to him. He could feel her thighs shaking and quivering with pleasure as she felt the warmth of his tongue on her pussy. She moaned in ecstasy, leaning forward to brace herself as she began to grind her honey pot against his face. Her pussy juices flowed freely, drenching him from head to toe in her sweet nectar.

"That's it, my slave," she crooned, "drink all of me. Drink all the pussy juices you can." And with that, she began moving her hips erratically, fucking his face as deeply as she could. She rode him, using his mouth like a cock, her pussy gushing more and more juices onto him with each passing moment. The taste of her was intoxicating, and he found himself loving every second of it, even as he felt like a filthy toilet slave being used for his mistress' pleasure.

Soon enough, she pulled away, her pussy juices dripping from his face and chin. "Now," she purred, leaning down once again, "it's time for you to taste something else." She held her breath for a moment, then slowly released it. "Taste my ass," she whispered, her voice a low, seductive murmur. Without waiting for his reply, she leaned down and parted her cheeks once again, exposing her tight little asshole to him.

He hesitated for a moment, but he knew what she wanted from him. Slowly, he leaned in, taking in the scent of her ass. It was sweet and musky, a heady mixture of arousal and fear. He kissed her tenderly, then moved in closer, pressing his tongue against her puckered hole. He could feel her shudder with anticipation, her asshole twitching beneath his tongue as he licked her clean.

As he licked her ass clean of every last trace of shit, he wondered if this was what she had always wanted from him. All along, she had used him for her twisted pleasures, making him her personal toilet slave. And now, it seemed like he would have the honor of tasting her ass as well. He felt both embarrassed and aroused by the situation, but somehow, he couldn't help but enjoy it too.

When she was finally satisfied, she pulled away, leaving him wanting more. "Now," she smiled, "you can have the taste of your own cum on my tits." She turned around, presenting her perfect breasts to him. He could see the glistening trail of his own cum leading down to her nipples, which were already hard and eager for his attention. Slowly, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against her, tasting his own essence on her perfect flesh.

As he tasted himself on her tits, he realized that this was truly a wild fantasy come true. He could never have imagined that he would be at the mercy of a beautiful woman like Jessica, forced to taste his own cum on her perfect body. But somehow, he found solace in the fact that she seemed to derive pleasure from his humiliation. And so, he continued to serve her, knowing that as long as he did, she would continue to grant him these twisted moments of pleasure and shame.

Over the course of the next few hours, they explored every inch of each other's bodies. He tasted her pussy, her ass, and even her own tastes on her tongue. She rode him like a pony, grinding her honey pot against his face until he thought he would pass out from the pleasure. And all the while, she taunted him, reminding him that he was nothing more than her toilet slave, there to serve her every twisted whim and desire.