Amanda, the Scat Goddess, slowly sagged against her marble throne, her exquisite body barely hidden beneath billowing sheer veils. Her impossibly long legs were spread wide, revealing the perfect, pink folds of her womanhood hiding a divine ass. She was holding it in, feeling every urge to release building up within her, knowing that she wanted you to witness the power of her expulsion.
Her full, round buttocks trembled slightly as she ground her hips against the cool surface of the throne, silently begging for release from the pressure building within her. Her eyes were fixed on you, watching eagerly as you approached the foot of the throne. You felt the weight of her gaze, filled with an intense desire to please her in any way you could.
"I've been holding back just for you," she purred, her voice dripping with raw sexuality. "I want to watch as you prepare your toilet meal from my divine asshole." She raised her hips slightly, offering you a clear view of the object of your devotion.
A massive, glistening shit log was pushed out onto a small golden plate, engulfing its edges and radiating a greasy sheen in the subdued lighting. Amanda's ass pulsed rhythmically, sending waves of heat through the air. You could almost sense the power emanating from her as she commanded you to worship her perfect shit.
"Eat up, my Goddess shit," she commanded in a husky whisper, her eyes never leaving yours. Tentatively, you reached out to touch the steaming pile, feeling its warmth seep into your skin. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you lifted the first mouthful to your lips.
Without opening your eyes, you slowly lowered the golden plate between Amanda's legs, forming a makeshift rim around her asshole. You opened your mouth, letting the first morsel of her divine shit enter your mouth. It tasted like sweet, rich honey, filling your senses with a warmth that spread throughout your body.
You felt Amanda's hands on your head, guiding you as you feasted on her shit. She groaned in pleasure, her hips moving rhythmically against the plate, pushing more of her precious waste into your waiting mouth. Your lips and tongue worked in unison, lapping up every last drop of her divine excrement.
As you reached the end of the pile, you felt Amanda's hands gently pushing you away. She lowered herself back onto the throne, watching as you reverently licked the remaining traces of her shit from the plate. Her eyes softened, and a small smile played at the corners of her lips.
"You have pleased me, my faithful servant," she said, her voice husky with approval. "Now, go and cleanse yourself, for we have much more to do in my chamber of filth." And with that, she rose from her throne, her gown swirling around her legs like a cloud of dust. You followed her obediently, your mind filled with thoughts of her divine waste and the next opportunity to prove your devotion to her.
