Lady Scarlet's vacation in Rome was not going as planned. She had planned a leisurely tour of Italy's ancient city, perhaps indulging in some pasta or gelato, but fate had different plans for her. On today's tour, she and her companion Dula stumbled upon an unsuspecting gentleman who would become their used toilet for the day.
The gentleman, who was visiting Rome himself, seemed harmless enough. He had brought along a blender, large glass, decanter for peeing, two small glasses for spitting, a croissant, milk, banana, and a large bowl. It wasn't until he pulled out the banana that Lady Scarlet and Dula realized his intentions were far from innocent.
With determination in their eyes, they accepted his proposition. They would use everything he brought: the blender, the glass, and the bowl, to create the most delicious shit smoothie possible. They wasted no time stripping naked and taking turns in the bathroom, filling the bowl with their warm, fresh, excrement.
The smell of human waste permeated the air as they worked together to create the disgusting concoction. Lady Scarlet ground the banana into a fine pulp using the blender while Dula stood guard over the bowl, her hand ready to scoop up anything that might spill. The texture was thick and gritty, and the ladies worked tirelessly to get it just right.
Finally, after what felt like hours, they deemed the smoothie ready. It was a sickening shade of brown, bubbling and steaming in the bowl. Dula scooped up a spoonful, her face contorted in revulsion, but she forced herself to feed it to the unsuspecting man. He moaned in pleasure as he tasted the disgusting mixture.
Next, they commanded him to lower his pants and bend over the bowl. He hesitated for only a moment before doing as he was told, presenting his bare ass for them. With a sigh of satisfaction, Dula dug the brioche into his crevice, scooping up the remaining shit from his body. Lady Scarlet, meanwhile, knelt before him, her face level with his cock. She took it in her hand, stroking it gently as she looked up at him with piercing eyes.
"You're an idiot," she murmured, slowly wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. He groaned loudly, his hips bucking against her face. They worked together, using their mouths and hands to draw every last drop of cum from his swollen member. At last, satisfied that he was no longer a threat, they commanded him to leave.
As he stumbled away down the street, clutching his empty jar and still wear unaware banana, Dula and Lady Scarlet collapsed in a heap on the floor, giggling uncontrollably at their latest conquest. It was messy, it was disgusting, but it was exhilarating. They may not have gotten the most traditional tour of Rome, but they certainly had a memorable one.
