Nadja Azagthoth, the gorgeous scat goddess, was in the mood for some naughty fun today. She had been collecting her solids and liquids throughout the day, saving them all up for this special occasion. Her slave, Mike, was waiting patiently on the floor, his eyes fixed on her goddess-like figure.
Nadja slowly walked over to Mike, her full ass swaying hypnotically from side to side. She held out a small tupperware container filled with her fresh shit, daring him to open his mouth. Mike, knowing what was coming next, eagerly opened his mouth wide.
"Now, slave," she purred, "swallow my shit like a good boy." Nadja watched as he closed his eyes and took in the first mouthful of her warm shit. It was an intimate moment for them both. She could feel the power rushing through her veins as she watched him worship her ass like the goddess she was.
Nadja moved closer, pressing her naked body against his. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her thigh and she smiled wickedly. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered into his ear.
Her words sent shivers down Mike's spine. He couldn't deny it—he loved every second of being at his mistress's feet. He nodded eagerly, his mouth still full of her divine shit.
"Good boy," she cooed, running her fingers through his hair. She moved away from him slightly so that he could swallow the remainder of her shit before speaking again. "I think it's time for a reward."
Mike's heart raced at the thought of what that reward might be. He couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have his beloved goddess riding his cock once more.
Nadja moved back towards him, her ass now level with his face. She could feel his hot breath on her ass cheeks. "You want this?" she asked playfully, giving him a sultry wink over her shoulder.
Without waiting for an answer, she lowered herself onto his face, her massive hairy ass landing squarely on his mouth. She moaned softly as she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin. This was what she lived for—the power she held over her loyal slave was like a drug to her.
Mike's cock throbbed with anticipation as he felt her massive weight pressing down on him. He couldn't believe his luck—to be so close to this goddess at such an intimate moment was truly a privilege beyond words.
Nadja began to grind her hips against his face, slowly building up the pace. She could feel him growing harder underneath her as she ground away. She couldn't contain her laughter any longer. "You're such a fucking tease, slave," she growled, slapping his chest playfully.
She increased the pace of her hips, grinding down harder than ever before. Mike could feel himself about to cum—the sensation was driving him wild. And then, just as he thought he could take no more, she pulled herself off of him and climbed onto his cock with one swift motion.
He let out a gasp as he felt her enormous weight settle on top of him. The feeling was indescribable—he was filled to bursting point with her divine essence and now she was riding him, her soft skin sliding against his coarse shaft.
Nadja began to move up and down on his cock, her full breasts bouncing wildly as she rode him hard. It was a sight that would have made any man weak at the knees—but for Mike, it was nothing short of heaven on earth.
Their union was intense—a primal connection that transcended all human boundaries. They moved together as one, their bodies entwined in a dance of raw passion and unbridled lust.
In the end, they collapsed together in a heap on the floor, sweaty and satisfied. Nadja leaned in close to give him a slow, passionate kiss. "You're a good little toilet slave," she purred, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "You know I couldn't live without you."
And with that, content in the knowledge that he had pleased his goddess once again, Mike drifted off into a blissful sleep, his mind still reeling from the incredible evening they had shared.
