It was a typical Friday afternoon at the office when Adison, a gorgeous and influential CEO, decided to have some fun with her unsuspecting slave. She had been watching him for days, appreciating his hard work and dedication to his tasks, so it was time to reward him in her own unique way.
Adison's office was a sea of opulence, with expensive artwork adorning the walls and luxurious leather furniture filling the space. The centerpiece of her desk was a glossy, high-resolution computer monitor surrounded by sleek black keyboard and mouse. As the slave entered the room, his eyes widened at the sight of his mistress, who was seated behind the desk in all her glory.
"Now, slave," Adison purred, "you know what to do. Get your head down on the desk and prepare yourself for some scat-filled pleasure." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, sending shivers down the slave's spine.
With trembling hands, the slave kneeled behind the desk, placing his head gently on the cool surface. He could feel the heat radiating from Adison's body as she leaned closer, her delicate ass mere inches from his face. A shiver of anticipation ran through him as he waited for what was to come next.
Slowly, Adison began to move, her toned thighs rubbing against his face in teasing circles. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, making it almost impossible for him to concentrate on anything else. Without warning, a soft fart pulsed against his cheek, causing his cock to twitch in response. It was followed by another, harder one that hit him square in the face. The taste of her ass filled his mouth, and he couldn't help but moan softly.
"That's it, slave," Adison whispered, her voice full of delight. "Swallow every last drop." The slave nodded obediently, his mind a mix of pleasure and disbelief. As she continued to use him as her personal toilet, he found himself losing track of time. Each fart was hotter and more potent than the last, filling his mouth and leaving him craving more.
When Adison finally sat back in her chair, her ass still pointed at him, the slave couldn't help but look up at her in awe. She leaned forward and patted him on the head, her touch cool against his flushed cheeks. "Good boy," she purred before turning back to her computer screen.
As the slave remained kneeling on the floor, his mind was filled with images of Adison dominating him like this every day for the rest of his life. He couldn't help but grin, his face covered in a sticky layer of his mistress's shit. The scent of it hung heavily in the air, and he found himself inexplicably aroused by every last drop.
