Emma's heart raced as she waited for the golden opportunity. Her eyes darted around the crowded party, taking in each person in their element. It wasn't long before she saw what she was looking for - a group of people gathered around the buffet table, salvations of napkins and wet wipes resting within their easy reach. She quickly made a beeline for it, her stomach churning from anticipation.
Once she was at the table, Emma could barely contain herself. The smell of rich food and sweet cocktails lingered in the air, but all she could focus on was the faint scent of faeces that seemed to cling to the tablecloth. She glanced underneath, spotting a tiny puddle of thick, dark liquid near the edge. It was all she needed to confirm that her suspicions were correct. Goddess had left another one of her tantalizing surprises behind.
With shaking hands, Emma reached for a damp napkin and knelt down beside the puddle. She could feel the weight of what she was about to do pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Taking a deep breath, she positioned the napkin over the puddle and slowly pushed down, trapping the stinky mess beneath its folds.
It was then that she heard a soft giggle behind her. She turned around to see Goddess standing there, eyes twinkling mischievously as she watched Emma's every move. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist," she purred, sidling up to the mortified woman. "After all," she continued, her hand slipping beneath the table and deftly grabbing hold of Emma's panties, "Who could resist my irresistible farts and poops?"
Emma couldn't speak; all she could do was stare, helpless in the face of Goddess's allure. She didn't know why she found herself so drawn to the other woman's scatological secrets, but there was no denying it. She was hopelessly in love with the idea of worshiping Goddess and her golden treasures of filth.
With a wicked smile, Goddess stepped closer, her fingertips grazing across Emma's trembling form. "Do you want to see more?" she whispered seductively. "Or should I just take them home with me?" Emma shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide with plea. "B-both," she stammered out, unable to believe what she was saying even as the words left her mouth.
Goddess leaned in closer, her breath hot against Emma's ear. "Good girl," she purred, a thin trail of saliva slipping down the trembling woman's neck. And with that, she turned on her heel and swept away, leaving Emma alone with her thoughts... and Goddess's potent aroma.
