As I knelt before the Love to Shit Goddess, I gazed upon her perfect form with awe and admiration. Her long, luscious legs were adorned in lacy stockings that hugged them tightly, accentuating their impressive size and strength. Her soft, supple thighs parted slightly, revealing the inky blackness of her intimate folds. Her opulent ass cheeks were plump and round, seeming to invite me inwards; I could already taste the rich, intoxicating aroma of her recent excretion on the air.
Her eyes flashed with a mischievous gleam as she turned back to face me, a naughty smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Don't you just love the taste of my shit?" she purred, a slight rumble emanating from deep within her powerful abdomen.
I couldn't speak, taken aback by the erotic sight before me. But my mastery over speech deserted me then, as it often did with her divine presence. Instead, I nodded fervently in agreement, my cock twitching in anticipation beneath my loincloth. Despite my excitement, however, there was still work to be done. She had given me an order, and I was not about to disobey her.
"Now," she continued, the commanding tone of her voice stirring up a storm of emotions within me. "Show me your devotion. Tell me why you love to be my toilet slave."
I swallowed thickly, feeling the warmth of her shit seeping into my very core. "Because no one else can satisfy the Goddess like I can," I whispered. "Your shit is a gift from the heavens; it makes me feel alive and worshipful all at once. To be beneath you as you release such glorious treasures into my mouth... it's a privilege beyond compare."
My words must have pleased her, for she let out a satisfied hum, her rear end wiggling slightly in anticipation. "Good answer," she murmured, reaching back to spread her cheeks wider for me. "Now, come here and taste it – this fresh, creamy load I just prepared for you."
More excited than ever before, I moved in closer, my nose brushing against the soft, downy hairs surrounding her anus. The sweet, cloying aroma of her recent excretion filled my nostrils, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. As my lips touched the plump, pinkish bud of her asshole, I felt a surge of power course through me – the power of the Shit Goddess at work in my mind and body.
Slowly, reverently, I pressed my tongue against her tight little hole, and then pushed it deeper inside. Her shit was warm and viscous, coating my tongue with its unique flavor. I lapped at her like a love-struck puppy, drawing out every last drop of her divine essence. And with each mouthful, I felt myself growing harder and harder beneath my loincloth.
As I bathed her asshole with my tongue, she let out a contented sigh. "That's it, my toilet slave," she purred. "There's no need to worry about your own pleasure anymore. Just focus on pleasing me – with your tongue, with your hands, and with all the love in your heart that you have dedicated to my shit."
With those words, she rose to her feet, presenting her perfect, shit-coated ass to me. Heaving a great sigh of anticipation, I knelt behind her and reached out to touch the supple smoothness of her cheeks. My right hand found its way between them, fingering the tight entrance to her rectum. As I probed her with my index finger, she moaned softly, her body melting against mine.
"Don't stop now," she whispered breathily. "Make me feel the full weight of your devotion."
With that, I plunged my entire fist into her pliant ass, feeling the coolness of her insides give way to the warm, slick embrace of her inner walls. As I began to pump my fist in and out of her, she arched her back and let out a long, low moan of pleasure. Her asshole squeezed tightly around my fist, milking me for all I was worth.
With one last gentle push, I lodged my entire forearm deep inside her bowels, feeling the calm warmth of her intestinal tract envelop me. As I stood there, quivering with excitement and anticipation, I knew that nothing could compare to the ecstasy of being so close to the Shit Goddess. And as she began to massage my arm from the inside, I knew that we were connected in a way that transcended mere human desire.
In that moment, I realized that my love for her — and for her shit — was truly infinite.
