As I sat on the edge of the bathtub, my fingers splayed and dripping with warm water, I couldn't help but feel the familiar flutter of anticipation in my stomach. You, my dear toilet slut, were about to get another taste of what you've been missing. I watched as you squirmed under my gaze from beneath hooded eyes, taking in the sight of your desire already evident in your rigid cock pressed against your pants. It was undeniable that you were eager for my attentions.
"So horny, I need to play with my ass and show you my shit," I purred, my voice low and seductive. I spread my cheeks wide, revealing my puckered hole nestled amidst a nest of black pubic hair. It was tantalizingly close to your face now—within arm's reach if only you dared make a move. And I knew you would.
"I want you to worship," I continued, my breath catching in my throat. "Suck my asshole clean, toilet-slut. Taste my shit like it's the most delicious thing you've ever had." I leaned forward, offering more of myself for your taking. My heart raced as I watched your tongue dart out tentatively, teasing the rim of my asshole before retreating. You wanted this, I thought to myself, savoring the power that coursed through me at that moment.
With a slow, deliberate cadence that drew out the tension like a bowstring pulled too tight, I lowered myself down until my asshole was level with your eager mouth. You inhaled sharply as I teased your lips and breached your resistance, pushing inside with one deliciously dirty finger. I let out a sigh of delight as your warm tongue met the flesh of my ass cheeks, tracing the sensitive skin up and down in slow circles. It felt so good knowing that I was in control—of your pleasure, of your body—and I was only just getting started.
"Open wide," I commanded in a voice laced with authority. "Taste my chocolate." I withdrew my finger from your mouth, digging out tiny little pieces of my shit from where I had been pleasuring myself earlier and holding them up to your lips. Your eyes were wide with want, but also confusion and fear, which only turned me on more. You took the piece between your fingers, closing your eyes as you brought it to your lips and popped it in your mouth.
I heard you gagging as you tried to swallow around the foreign taste, but I couldn't help but smile. That was part of the fun, after all. I reached down again, this time shoving my middle finger deep into my ass while keeping the other hand steadied my hips. I moaned in pleasure as my fingers touched my own warm insides, feeling the familiar tightness grip me like a vice. I knew you were watching, wondering what it would feel like to be inside me, taking me apart piece by piece.
I pulled my finger back out, coating it with a fresh layer of my own shit before replacing it with my ring finger. "Now taste it," I ordered once more. Your eyes darted to my fingers before closing again as you opened your mouth obediently. You took your time, licking each finger clean, savoring every last bit as I knew you would. But you still hadn't had enough—not yet.
I plunged my fingers back in, this time wriggling them around until they slipped past the tight ring of muscle that guarded my passage. "Fuck!" I cried out as pleasure coursed through me. "You like that, don't you? You want your cock in my asshole, don't you?" The words tumbled out unbidden, but I didn't care. They were true, after all. You nodded eagerly, your eyes dark with desire.
I pulled my fingers out again, leaving my ass glistening with sweat and shit. I placed my hand squarely on my sac, squeezing gently. "Suck on this," I said, presenting my hand to you like a gift. You dove in eagerly, sucking on my fingers as I'd never seen before. It was mesmerizing, watching you work your magic on my hand while my other hand stroked my aching cock.
I pumped my fist faster, harder, watching you work your magic on my fingers and then my ass. "Suck my balls," I commanded, and you did. You took one in your mouth, sucking gently until I felt the familiar tingle of impending release. And then I came, filling your mouth with my cum as I moaned my approval. My legs trembled, and I felt like a goddess—a scat goddess.
As you swallowed my cum and licked your lips, I leaned back, my chest heaving with exhaustion and satisfaction. You looked up at me with adoration in your eyes, and for a moment, it was almost enough to make me feel guilty. Almost. But then I remembered why I was doing this—why I needed to do this. It was because I enjoyed it, because the power I held over you turned me on like nothing else.
"My husband doesn't know what he's missing," I said with a faint smile, the earlier confidence returning. "But luckily for me, my toilet slut, there's always more for you to enjoy." I stood up, leaving a thick trail of shit on the bathtub rim. Toilet paper in hand, I cleaned up the evidence of our little tryst before flushing it down the toilet with a dark laugh. You watched me, your eyes still wide with wonder and lust, and I knew that I would be back—sooner than you could ever imagine.
