As the hot summer sun beat down relentlessly on the quiet, leafy neighborhood, Alex, an attractive blonde woman in her early thirties, sat comfortably on her rear porch enjoying the cool breeze that rustled through the trees. She wore a white lace bikini that admirably complemented her toned body, her tanned skin contrasting beautifully with the pale blue hue of the water in the inflatable pool beside her.
Her mind, however, was not on the serene beauty that surrounded her. Instead, it was filled with lustful thoughts of her willingly subservient toilet slave, who was dutifully positioned beneath her, awaiting her next massive shit load. Alex had trained him well. She had patiently molded his mind to accept his disgraceful role as her human toilet, and he embraced it wholeheartedly. He knew his place—always under her butt, ready to receive her precious gifts of feces.
Satisfied by the mere thought of her toilet slave eagerly anticipating the delights she was about to bestow upon him, Alex released a contented sigh. She gently stroked her puckered asshole with one hand, encouraging her body to empty itself onto the slave's eager face. With slow, deliberate motion, she eased herself off the floor until her plump, juicy asshole was hovering just above the slave's outstretched tongue.
Her sphincter muscles relaxed, and a warm, putrid stream of shit poured forth from her gaping asshole, splattering onto the helpless slave's tongue and filling his mouth with its rich, earthy taste. The slave eagerly swallowed every drop, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he savored the warm, familiar flavor between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
"Mmmm... that's it, my slave," Alex moaned softly, her hand now massaging the heaving mounds of shit that covered the slave's face. "Suck my ass clean, you disgusting waste of space."
The slave didn't respond; he didn't need to. His mind was lost in the ecstasy of his role, and he could sense her sexual energy coursing through his body. He couldn't wait for her to finish emptying her bowels so he could continue his worship at her feet—or rather, her ass.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to him, the stream of shit slowed to a trickle, and then stopped altogether. Alex lowered herself back onto the floor, the shit-covered slave ascending from beneath her as she did so. She reached for a towel, wiping her hands clean before wrapping it around her waist. She looked down at the bedraggled creature before her with a mix of disgust and arousal.
"Get up, slave," she commanded, her voice cold and harsh in contrast to the passion that still burned within her. The slave struggled to his feet, his body trembling with anticipation of what was yet to come. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, silently begging for her to continue their perverse ritual.
Alex smiled, a chilling smile that sent shivers down the slave's spine. "Not yet, my pet," she purred, running her fingers through his matted hair. "We're not quite done here. But soon... very soon."
