As the sun began to rise over the bustling city, Lucy lay restlessly in bed. Her mind raced with anticipation as she thought about the role she was about to play in the coming day. She was a shit eating slave, and as much as it embarrassed her, she couldn't deny the pleasure she derived from it.
Her master, Mark, had been training her for this very moment. Every morning for the past two weeks, she had been waking up to his messages on her phone, commanding her to prepare herself for his arrival. Lucy would spend the mornings cleaning herself thoroughly, licking her own asshole and practicing the acts she would have to perform when he finally came over.
At noon sharp, her phone rang. It was Mark. He told her to get ready, as he would be there in ten minutes. With shaking hands, Lucy stood up and began to undress. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and began to apply a thick layer of red lipstick to her lips. She knew this was a sign for him; a sign that she was ready and eager to please him.
In record time, Lucy had cleaned herself up and put on a skimpy, black maid outfit that accentuated her curves. She waited anxiously by the door, her breaths coming in short bursts. Moments later, she heard the doorbell ring. Her heart leapt into her throat as she ran to answer it.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw him standing there in all of his glory. Mark was tall, muscular, and exuded an aura of dominance that made her knees weak. He looked at her with hunger in his eyes, taking in the sight of her in the black maid's uniform, her red lips parted in excitement.
Without saying a word, Mark pushed Lucy towards the couch. She felt a sudden burst of adrenaline as he grabbed her hips and lifted her skirt upwards. Before she knew it, she felt his warm, thick cock pushing against her sore, eager asshole. He began to fuck her hard and fast, making her cry out in pleasure.
As he thrust deeper and deeper into her, Lucy felt an intense, primal urge to taste his shit. She knew that he would push her to the limit today, and she was eager to take his load and swallow it down.
Mark moaned loudly, his body shaking with pleasure. Suddenly, he pulled out of her asshole and positioned himself behind her. Without a word, he grabbed Lucy's face and forced her mouth open. "Suck my cock cleaner, my toilet," he grunted before thrusting his cock back into her mouth.
Lucy groaned around his cock, feeling it slide down her throat. She could taste the pre-cum mixing with her saliva, a bitter-sweet taste that made her gag reflexes kick in. But she knew she had to take it; this was part of the ritual, part of their twisted relationship.
Without warning, Mark pulled out of her mouth and let out a long, loud fart. The hot, putrid odor filled the room. Lucy closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe through her nose. Mark smirked as he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her, face covered in his cum and her eyes watering from the stench.
"That's my good girl," he said, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. He took one last shot of cum and aimed it straight at her open mouth. Lucy winced as the warm, thick cum hit her tongue. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation and pleasure.
"Swallow it all," he growled. With trembling hands, Lucy reached up to catch the last drops of cum on her tongue. She swirled it around, savoring the taste, before swallowing it down whole.
"Very good," he said, ruffling her hair gently. "Now go clean yourself up. I'll be back tomorrow."
