As I trudged through another tiring workday in the office, my eyes were fixated on the clock. It had been a long morning of endless meetings and back-to-back deadlines, leaving me utterly drained. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, my phone vibrated on my desk.
"Come to us, we will feed you," read the text from my friend Christina. My spirits immediately lifted as I chewed on this news, eager to escape the monotony of the working lunch routine.
I packed up my things quickly, eager to make my way over to the apartment where Christina and her two companions resided. As I hurried down the streets, I couldn't help but muse about the delicious meal that awaited me. But little did I know how very different—and intimate—this meal would be.
Upon arrival, Christina beckoned me into their cozy living room where they were indulging in a familiar scent. Instantly, my nostrils were filled with an intoxicating aroma—it was unmistakable. I knew exactly what it was. It was the heady fragrance of human feces. My stomach dropped as I realized what was about to happen.
"Sit," commanded Christina, gesturing to the couch she occupied. She and her companions—two stunningly attractive young women—were reclining with their legs spread open, exposing their bare anuses. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of what was happening. This was no ordinary business lunch invitation.
"You'll feel right at home," Christina purred, her voice dripping with seduction. The other two mistresses chimed in, giggling softly as they encouraged me closer. With trembling hands, I knelt before them, my gaze locked on the dark promise spread invitingly before me.
"Eat," said Christina with a sinister smile. And so I did.
Cautiously at first, I leaned in and took a tentative sniff of one mistress's steaming feces. It smelled rich and decadent—like warm chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven. My mouth watered uncontrollably as I gingerly picked up a small sample. It was both repulsive and arousing, triggering a mixture of emotions deep within me.
I moved from one mistress to the next, savoring the unique flavors and textures of their shit. Each scent was intoxicating, drawing me deeper into this taboo world that felt both forbidden and irresistible.
As I ate their shit, they playfully teased me, prodding my head with their toes or tweaking my earlobe. Their laughter was infectious, drawing me even closer to them. By the time I finished my "meal," I felt both sated and excited—wanting more of this forbidden pleasure.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from the mistresses, feeling a pang of loss as the aroma faded. "Thank you for the wonderful business lunch," I said meekly, trying to read the room for any signs of what might come next.
They smiled in response, exchanging knowing glances that left me both intrigued and nervous. "You're welcome," they said in unison, their voices dripping with an innuendo I couldn't quite place.
As I made my way back to the office, I found myself lost in thought about what had just transpired. I couldn't stop thinking about the smell of their shit or the feeling of it coating my tongue. It was both repulsive and addictive, leaving me confused and curious. I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever experience something like this again.
