As the bustling city neon lit up another evening, ScarlettMarie strutted into the bar, her high heels clicking against the floor. Her long, shapely legs seemed to draw every gaze towards her, emphasizing the sway of her hips. She took her seat on the bar stool and crossed her smooth, perfect legs, exposing a hint of cleavage in her low-cut top.
ScarlettMarie was in a mood tonight. Her stomach was bloated and uncomfortable, like she'd eaten one too many greasy burgers or possibly had a glass too many of expensive champagne. Whatever the reason, it was affecting her in ways that only further amplified her allure.
A few sips of her martini later, she let out a loud, audible growl. One of the bartenders looked over at her curiously, "Everything alright there, Scarlett?"
She laughed, a seductive chuckle that seemed to come from deep within her throat. "Oh, you know me, just a little constipated." She winked at him, and he couldn't help but blush.
ScarlettMarie sighed, pushing her drink away. She leaned forward on the bar, her breasts almost spilling out of her top as she did so. "I'm serious," she muttered under her breath. "I need my shit slave to go in my poop hole and dig out my shit!"
A hush fell over the bar as everyone tuned in to her needy confession. The bartender looked at her, unsure of what to do. "Umm... I'm sorry, Scarlett. I don't think that's something we can-"
She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Oh, don't be like that," she purred. "You know how much I love playing with my shit slave. Besides, I'll make it worth your while."
The bartender looked hesitant for a moment longer before nodding slowly. He whispered something into his earpiece and moments later, a shiver ran down ScarlettMarie's spine as she felt a pair of hands gently massage her shoulders. She turned around to find her beloved shit slave, little more than a smirk on his face.
"Oh, there you are, my love," she said, sliding off the bar stool and into his waiting arms. His strong arms wrapped around her as he guided her through the crowd to the back entrance of the bar. Once outside, he lowered her gently to her feet and knelt down before her.
"I know you're not gonna like this," he said with a grin, voice thick with anticipation. "But Mistress said you needed to use my pooping hole."
ScarlettMarie laughed, a dark chuckle that seemed almost sinister. "Oh, believe me, I don't like it," she said, her voice taking on a huskier tone. "But I need you to help me, don't I?"
Without waiting for a response, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his knees, revealing his perfectly round, hairless ass. He trembled slightly as she ran her hands over it, tracing circles around his hole. Then, with a grunt of determination, she positioned herself over him, lowering herself down onto his rigid cock until he was fully seated inside her.
She leaned forward, resting her weight on her hands as she began to ride him slowly. His moans of pleasure only served to fuel her desire as she moved in time with him, each thrust sending electric shockwaves through her body. It wasn't long before she heard the telltale signs of her shit forming in his rectum, and with a soft cry of ecstasy, she started cumming hard, waves of pleasure crashing over her.
As she came down from herorgasm, she pushed her body forward, driving him deep inside her as she released her heavy load into his bowels. With a loud grunt, he felt the warm liquid fill his ass, followed by a string of toilet paper that she'd been saving for just this moment.
Finally, with a satisfied moan, she pulled herself off him and stood up, adjusting her clothing as she looked down at him with a mixture of pride and affection. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down to ruffle his hair. "Now let's go inside and enjoy our drinks, shall we?"
And so they disappeared back into the bar, hand in hand, their dirty little secret perhaps the key to their unique connection.
