In the dark, dingy basement of a nondescript building, slave Ariel kneeled before his new mistress, Aline Moraes. The air was thick with anticipation as he nervously watched the attractive older woman remove her clothes, revealing her sagging breasts and hairy classic muff. His heart raced as she approached him and pressed her body against his, her soft curves melding into his frail frame.
"Tonight, you're going to do something truly special for me," Aline purred in his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. She pulled away, grabbing a dark object from behind her back and revealing it to her trembling slave. "This is the real thing," she said, holding up a fresh turd.
Ariel gagged reflexively, but he couldn't look away from the obscene offering in front of him. Aline chuckled cruelly, clearly enjoying the discomfort she was causing him. "You know what I want," she said, her voice taking on a commanding tone that left no room for disobedience.
Trembling with fear and arousal, Ariel leaned forward obediently, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting his mistress's excrement. Aline placed the feces gently onto his tongue, and he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the sickeningly sweet and earthy taste. But surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as he'd imagined. In fact, there was something strangely addictive about it.
With each swallow, he found himself wanting more, eager to please his mistress in any way he could. As he cleaned up the last remnants of their disgusting tryst, he looked up at Aline, who was watching him intently. "That was a good boy," she cooed, reaching out to run her fingers through his messy hair.
Despite the repugnance of their encounter, Ariel found himself hard as a rock beneath his loose robe. He longed for more of her touch, her command. "So what's next, Mistress?" he asked tentatively, expecting another revolting task.
But instead, Aline surprised him by leaning forward and kissing him passionately on the mouth. Their tongues tangled as she explored his mouth, tasting both the scat and him. She broke the kiss, her face flushed with desire. "Tomorrow," she whispered, "we'll do it all over again."
As much as Ariel hated himself for loving it, he couldn't wait for the chance to taste her filth once more.
