As I waited patiently for my new client to arrive, I couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement wash over me. Her profile picture had been enough to make my heart race - a stunningly beautiful blonde with lips redder than the sweetest cherry, high heels that could pierce the clouds, and a tantalizing glimpse of lacy black panties peeking out from beneath her mini skirt. She was everything I had ever dreamed of serving.
The doorbell rang, and without hesitation, I opened it to reveal... her. Her appearance was even more breathtaking in person. She wore a tight, form-fitting dress that hugged her curvy figure like a second skin, accentuating her voluptuous breasts and rounded ass. Her legs were insanely long in those high heels, making her tower over me at nearly six feet tall.
"You must be BlondePantyHandsCleanShit," I said with a bow, trying to sound respectful yet submissive.
"Indeed I am," she replied coolly, staring down at me with arctic blue eyes. "Let's get started."
She walked confidently into my humble abode and sat down on my couch, crossing her legs demurely. I couldn't help but gaze longingly at the black lace panties that barely concealed her perfect, pink pussy lips. As I kneeled before her, she looked down at me with a smirk.
"You're drooling," she pointed out casually.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," I replied, wiping my chin with a shake of my head. "It's just that..."
"It's just that I'm irresistibly sexy?" she finished for me, chuckling softly. "Don't worry about it. That's part of why you're here, isn't it?"
Before I could respond, she pulled her dress up to reveal her round, toned stomach and small, perky tits, tugging at the lacy bra revealing more of her supple skin. Then, without warning, she scooped up a handful of something from the floor and held it up for me to see - a dark, steaming pile of fresh shit.
"Here's your first assignment," she purred seductively, smearing some of the shit into her palms and then rubbing them together suggestively. "I've taken a bit of a dump, and now it's your turn to clean it up. And trust me, my dear, you won't want to miss a single drop."
As I hesitantly reached out towards the mess, she pressed her dirty hands against my forehead and pushed me towards the mess, giggling at my discomfort. I could feel the warmth and musk of her shit seeping into my skin, and for a moment, I felt like I was going to be sick. But then, something odd happened - a feeling of arousal began to wash over me, replacing the nausea.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked playfully, her voice dripping with sass. "Get in there and sniff it up. You know you want to."
And she was right - I did want to. With a deep breath, I stuck my tongue out and lapped up the salty, musky flavor of her shit, relishing every bit of it. As I delved deeper into the pile, savoring the unique taste and texture, I felt a wave of euphoria wash over me. This... this was what I had been craving all my life.
By the time I finished cleaning up her mess, I felt strangely satisfied and yet achingly empty. She must have noticed the look in my eyes because she chuckled darkly and pushed me onto my back, straddling my chest.
"Now it's your turn," she whispered huskily, pulling her panties to the side and lowering herself onto my face.
As I began to lick and suck at her tight little asshole, savoring the salty, metallic flavor of her ass juices, I knew that I was completely and utterly hers. And for once in my life, I didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing her and basking in her filthy glory.
