As ScatlinaFilth slowly awakened to the sound of her alarm clock blaring, she groaned in dismay, wishing she could just stay curled up in her warm bed for a few more minutes. Pulling the covers over her head didn't seem like it would help much; there was too much work to do today, and her Master was bound to be impatient with her.
She finally mustered up the energy to throw off the covers and stumble out of bed, yawning widely. The sight that greeted her as she entered the kitchen made her heart skip a beat—her Master stood there, his face set in a stern expression, his eyes blazing with excitement. He was already naked, his erection tenting out the thin cloth of his underwear.
"Good morning, slave," he said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "It's time for your daily reminder of who's in charge here." Before she could even process what was happening, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. With one swift move, he yanked down her pajama pants, revealing her wet and eager pussy to his gaze.
"Such a dirty girl," he muttered, spanking her ass lightly. "But today, your filth will not go unpunished." He turned her around, forcing her to lean forward over the kitchen counter. His hand moved between her legs, rubbing against her dripping pussy. "In fact," he continued, "you're going to get fucked while you shit."
As the words left his mouth, she felt his fingers push into her asshole, finding it surprisingly tight and hot. His cock, already slick with her pussy juices, rubbed against her ass cheeks. "That's it, slave," he hissed. "You're mine now. You'll take it up the ass, and you'll love it."
The first thrust sent shockwaves through her body. She gasped at the sensation of being filled from both ends—his fingers digging deep inside her, his cock pushing against her inside and out. Her asshole stretched around him like gum, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second. He started thrusting harder, faster, and she felt herself slipping closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, it hit her—an intense wave of pleasure flooding her senses. She moaned his name as her orgasm took hold, and she felt hot, thick streams of shit oozing out of her asshole. "Oh yes," he groaned, "fuck, that's so fucking hot."
He leaned in closer, placing his lips close to her ear. "Now," he whispered menacingly, "it's time for you to clean up." He pulled his cock out of her ass, leaving her feeling both empty and extremely used. She looked down, and saw her shitty mess coating his cock.
With a sigh of resignation, she reached down and began to lick and suck on his cock, cleaning it off as best she could. It wasn't long before he grew impatient, though. With a harsh laugh, he pulled her head up by her hair and came all over her face and in her mouth.
"Taste your own filth," he growled. "And remember—this is what you are now. My dirty little slut, here to pleasure me however I see fit." Spitting out the remaining cum and shit, she looked up at him, tears forming in her eyes. But as much as she hated it, she knew he was right. She was his now, body and soul, and he would use her as he saw fit.
