Lady Shay's smile grew wider as she leaned in towards the man, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. She loved playing games, especially when they involved taboo topics like scat and nettles. Her yard was filled with tall, thick nettles that could cause unbearable pain if one came into contact with them while naked. That's why she'd chosen it as the setting for her new game.
"Alright, sweetie," she purred, running a finger down his chest, "I'll explain the rules. You see, I'm going to ask you questions about some pretty nasty stuff. If you give me the right answer, you get to move on to the next round. But if you're wrong... Well, let's just say you don't want to end up in the nettles."
She stood up and began to pace back and forth, letting her words sink in. He swallowed hard, trying his best not to show his fear.
"Now, first things first," she continued, gesturing for him to follow her to the edge of the nettles, "I think we need to establish a bit of trust, don't you agree?"
Without warning, she turned around and bent over, presenting her perfect round ass to him. A nervous laugh escaped his lips as he realized what she meant. He hesitated for a moment before tentatively reaching out and gently touching her warm flesh. She let out a moan of pleasure as he drew closer, their bodies almost touching.
"That's it, sweetie," she cooed, her voice low and seductive, "Now, let's move onto the next part of the game."
She turned back around, facing him once more. "I wanna see you taste my shit," she said calmly but with an unmistakable edge of excitement in her voice, "I've been saving it just for this moment."
Her eyes glittered in the moonlight as she slowly unzipped her pants, revealing a glistening mess of excrement. She reached inside and began scooping out a large piece, holding it up for him to see. He gulped nervously, not sure what to do.
"Well?" she asked impatiently, "Are you going to take it or not?"
Slowly, he leaned forward and opened his mouth, hesitating for one last moment before taking the enormous turd into his mouth. She moaned loudly, her eyelids fluttering closed as she savored the sensation of him swallowing her shit.
"Good boy," she purred, reaching out to stroke his cheek lovingly, "Now, let me show you how much I appreciate it."
She led him deeper into the nettles, their sharp leaves pricking at their skin as they went. He was starting to feel a strange mix of pleasure and pain as he obeyed her every wish.
"There," she said finally, pointing to a small clearing nestled amongst the nettles, "Lay down."
He did as he was told, nervously watching as she undid her pants, freeing her enormous cock from its confines. It throbbed in anticipation as she straddled his face, lowering her dripping pussy onto his mouth.
"Suck it," she commanded him, "And when you're done, swallow my cum."
He wrapped his lips around her wrinkled shaft, teasing the tip of her clit with his tongue as she began to ride him. The sharp nettles stung his skin, adding another layer of sensation to the already mind-bending encounter.
"That's it," she groaned, bucking against him as she climaxed, "Swallow every drop of my cum."
As she came down from herorgasmic high, she looked out over the sea of tall green leaves surrounding them. They made quite the sight: her naked body glistening with sweat and cum amidst the prickly foliage; him, barely dressed and completely at her mercy.
"Now, time for the final question," she said, smirking evilly, "Are you ready to take a taste of my freshly made nettle soup?"
He hesitated, unsure whether to trust her or not. But as her eyes flashed with promise, he nodded grudgingly.
"Alright then," she purred, "Let's go see what kind of flavor it has."
She led him deeper into the nettles, their leaves digging into his bare skin as they went. Suddenly, she stopped and turned around, her face contorted into a wicked grin.
"Not so fast, sweetie," she whispered dangerously, "You didn't think you were going to escape that easily, did you?"
With a swift movement, she grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. As their tongues tangled together, she eased him closer to the edge of the nettle patch, her body pressing against his.
"I think it's time we made some more soup," she murmured darkly, her voice low and seductive, "Wouldn't you agree?"
