As Chrystal sat on her comfortable office chair, scrolling through her Facebook feed on her laptop, she couldn't help but feel the occasional cramp in her gut. It had been a long day at work, and the thought of taking a break to relieve herself was overwhelmingly tempting. She hesitated for a moment before giving in, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes, ready to let her body do what it needed to do.
A few moments later, Chrystal felt the first stirrings of a heavy, wet dump coming on. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized what was about to happen – but there was nothing she could do to stop it now. With a low groan, she focused all her energy on getting through the cramping sensation, feeling the hot, putrid stream of diarrhea force its way out of her tight little asshole.
The smell was overpowering; even to her own sensitive nose, it was almost too much to bear. But somehow, she managed to endure it, continuing to sit on her slaves face as she let loose a torrent of filth that splashed across his cheeks and into his mouth. The heat from her ass made him shiver with excitement, his own body responding to the primal urges that she was unknowingly awakening within him.
"Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this," Chrystal thought to herself, her eyes still closed as she blocked out the world around her. She felt her bowels empty completely, leaving only an uncomfortable fullness in her bladder. Slowly, she opened her eyes and gazed down at the poor slave beneath her. His face was coated in her shit, and he was breathing heavily, his erection poking up against his pants.
She looked away, feeling a mixture of disgust and arousal coursing through her veins. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this up," she muttered under her breath, reaching down to scratch at her swollen, sensitive asshole. She saw the look of longing in the slave's eyes and felt a small thrill of power course through her. With a grin, she decided to push herself – and him – a little further.
"What do you want, slave?" she purred, leaning forward and letting her shirt fall open, revealing her bare breasts to him.
The slave didn't hesitate for a moment. "I want more of your filth, Mistress," he moaned, his voice thick with desire. "I want you to cum all over me."
Chrystal's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered. "You better hope I leave some for our next session," she said, standing up and straddling his face once again. She gazed down at him, taking in the sight of his eager cock, already leaking pre-cum in anticipation of her next load.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto his face, feeling the warmth of his breath on her pussy as he eagerly awaited her impending orgasm. She closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath, trying to focus on the pleasure instead of the disgust that threatened to overwhelm her. And then she felt it – the familiar tingling sensation in her clit that signaled her imminent climax.
With a scream of pleasure, Chrystal let loose, bucking wildly on the slave's face as the hot, sticky juices of her orgasm coated his skin and filled his mouth. She shuddered, her whole body quaking with the intensity of the sensation. When she finally came down from her high, she opened her eyes and looked down at the slave, who was now drowning in a river of her cum and shit.
"Fuck," she murmured, feeling both satisfied and ashamed. "I don't know what kind of sick freak I am." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she fought them back, pulling up her underwear and pants and trying to wipe away the evidence of her perverse indulgence.
As she walked away from the slave, she felt something inside her shift. A kind of awakening to desires she never knew she had – and a sense of power that was both terrifying and thrilling. She knew this wasn't something she could control, but she also knew that she would never be able to resist it. As she sat back down at her desk, still feeling the warmth between her thighs, she realized that this newfound power would change her life forever.
