Kaviar Babe - A dreamgirl secretary shitting for you.
Eric was a young and ambitious businessman who had just landed his dream job. He was now the CEO of a successful company, and one of the perks of his new position was that he had his own secretary. Her name was Natalie, and she was every inch the dream girl. Tall, curvy and blonde, with big blue eyes that sparkled with intelligence and mischief alike.
She had been working for him for only a week now, but already Eric found himself fantasizing about her. Not only was she efficient and organized, always keeping him on track with his busy schedule, but there was something else about her that made him anxious. Something forbidden and exciting.
One day, as they were alone in the office, Natalie walked into Eric's office wearing a short skirt and a tight top that accentuated her voluptuous figure. She told him that she had forgotten to bring him a document he had asked for yesterday. As soon as she closed the door behind her, Eric noticed something different about her. She was walking a little funny, almost like she had to go to the bathroom.
The thought made him feel both terrified and thrilled. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he also couldn't tear his eyes away from her. As they started working on the document together, he noticed that she kept shifting around uncomfortably in her seat. Suddenly, without warning, he heard a loud, moaning fart escape from her.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. He looked at her, expecting her to be embarrassed, but she just smiled and continued working as if nothing had happened. But then it happened again, and this time it was even louder.
"Natalie," he said, barely able to contain his excitement, "are you okay?"
She looked at him sidelong and whispered, "I think I might have a little problem."
Before he knew it, she was up off her chair, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the ground. She had no underwear on, and Eric could see that her face was flushed with excitement. With one swift movement, she lowered herself onto his desk.
As he watched, transfixed, she started to squat over him, her plump ass hovering tantalizingly close to his face. And then, without warning, a thick log of shit slipped out of her and landed with a resounding splat right in front of him.
"Oh my god," he breathed, his heart racing.
She grinned at him from behind and said, "You like?"
He couldn't believe what was happening, but he had to admit, he was enjoying it more than he could have ever imagined. Feeling bolder, he leaned forward and touched the shit gently with his finger. It was warm and soft, and he sniffed it cautiously.
It smelled amazing - like sweet, freshly baked bread.
"It smells awesome," he said, still unable to believe what was happening.
She laughed and said, "That's because it is. You want to taste it?"
Before he could even respond, she leaned forward and placed a warm, sticky turd on his tongue. He hesitated for a moment, but then he couldn't resist any longer. He closed his eyes and let the taste wash over him.
And it was amazing. Better than anything he had ever tasted before. As he savored the taste of her shit, he looked down and saw that she was continuing to shit on his desk. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, and he couldn't believe he was actually experiencing it.
As she finished, she looked up at him and smiled. "Feel better now?" she asked.
He nodded, his face flushed with excitement and embarrassment. "Yes. Thank you."
She giggled and said, "Anytime, boss. Now let's get back to work."
They spent the rest of the day working side by side, but Eric couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. He knew that it was wrong, but he also couldn't deny the thrill he had felt whenever she was near him.
From that day on, Eric knew that there was something special between them. Something dark and forbidden that they both enjoyed immensely. And while he knew they could never admit it to anyone else, he also knew that he would always treasure their secret shit-filled moments together.
