Every time I see my hotwife step into the room, my heart rate increases. She's always dressed in the slinkiest, tightest clothes, showing off every curve of her perfect body. And tonight is no different.
She struts over to me, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and smirks as she asks if I'm ready for our little kinky adventure. Her words send a shiver down my spine; I can't wait to see what she has in store for me.
We head to the bathroom where she fishes out a large bucket from under the sink. She waggles it teasingly at me before setting it on the floor between us. Then, she unsnaps her skirt and reveals a thick, black thong that's obscenely stuffed with cat feces.
"Tonight, you're going to be my Schnukkis," she says, her voice dripping with sinister excitement. "And you're going to love every second of it."
She squats over the bucket, her ass suspended in mid-air, and I can't help but stare at the enormous turd hanging from her pussy. It's bigger than any I've ever seen before. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting it.
She leans forward, grabs my head with both hands, and forces my face into her sticky, stinky crotch. The warmth and filth of her ass fills my senses as she pushes me closer to the edge. I can feel her breath against my ear, her words sending shivers down my spine.
"Say you love my shit, baby," she whispers. "You know you do."
Her finger traces circles around my lips, and I part them eagerly, desperate to taste what she has to offer. She sighs heavily, and then, with a sudden force, she slams her ass down onto my face, pushing her fat, juicy turd deep into my mouth.
I groan around it, trying to form words, but she moves too quickly, relentless in her efforts to smother me in her filth. My taste buds are overwhelmed by the mixture of shit and pussy juice, but I don't care. I'm addicted to this sick pleasure she's forcing upon me.
She grinds against my face, her hips undulating erratically as she milks every last bit of pleasure from the experience. And then, just when I think it can't get any worse, she pulls her ass away and smiles down at me.
"That's enough for now, baby," she says, her voice brimming with satisfaction. "But don't worry, there will be plenty more where that came from."
As she stands up, she kicks the bucket towards me, and I catch a glimpse of the countless turds it contains. For now, though, I'm content to revel in the taste of her shit still lingering on my tongue.
I might not be her Schnucki's Mistress, but I'm definitely her Schnucki's puppy - eager to please, and thrilled by the taboo pleasure she's offering me.
