As Mistress Anna gracefully turned her back to the slave, a wave of anticipation washed over him. He could see the bulge in her asshole growing bigger as it prepared to release its contents. The slave couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement at the thought of witnessing, let alone tasting, such a colossal amount of shit.
Slowly, almost ceremoniously, Mistress Anna's asshole began to open up. The slave's heart almost stopped as he saw the brown tip of her shit peeking out from between her cheeks. It was gigantic, towering over the plate she had prepared for him. The slave could feel a warm trickle of saliva gathering in his mouth as he awaited his master's command.
Mistress Anna watched intently between her legs, admiring the magnificent turd that she had just created. With a satisfied smirk playing on her lips, she gently pressed her butt cheeks together to curl the turd into a more presentable shape. She turned back around to face her slave, her eyes glimmering with mischief.
"It's time," she purred menacingly. "Taste what only a real woman can provide."
Slave's trembling hands reached out to cup Mistress Anna's asscheeks, feeling the warmth of her ebony skin against his cold, trembling fingers. He leaned forward, his mouth opening wide as he took in the first whiff of her sweet stench. His tongue darted out, tasting the tangy metallic flavor that lingered long after the initial shock had worn off.
With a determined look in his eyes, the slave began to lap at Mistress Anna's asshole. His tongue flicked out, tracing the contours of her puckered sphincter before delving deeper into her tight anal cavity. He could feel the roughness of her insides against his tongue as he worked his way up towards the mass of shit that waited patiently at the entrance to her rectum.
As he reached the tip of her turd, the slave hesitated for a moment, taking in the sheer size of it. This was no ordinary shit pie—this was a gourmet delight that only a true connoisseur of excrement could appreciate. With a deep breath, he opened his mouth wide and took a bite.
The warm, viscous liquid oozed down his throat, overriding every other sense except for the bitter taste that lingered on his tongue. He forced himself to swallow, gagging slightly as he pushed down the urge to puke. But Mistress Anna was watching him closely, her eyes boring into his soul, so he forced a smile before returning his tongue to her asshole.
For what felt like an eternity, the slave licked and cleaned every inch of Mistress Anna's asshole. He lapped at the shit that had made its way out onto the plate, savoring its unique flavor. When he was satisfied that she was spotless, he sat back on his heels, panting heavily from exertion and embarrassment.
"That... that was amazing," he stuttered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "You are truly a goddess among women."
Mistress Anna chuckled, her face twisted into an evil grin. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, my little toilet boy."
