Smelly Milana: The Reunion of a Devoted Slavedog and His Goddess
After five long months, Smelly Milana once again had the privilege of serving his beloved mistress, Christina. The day finally arrived when he received her call, her imperious voice filling his ears with joy, "I've come to town, and I want to use your mouth as a toilet." There was no denying the excitement that coursed through his veins at such words. Over the next 48 hours, he couldn't help but fantasize about their reunion and the chance to be of service to her again.
The day of their meeting dawned bright and hopeful, and soon enough, they found themselves sitting in a cozy restaurant. As they ate their light breakfast, Christina downed a glass of something special, and then, to Milana's delight, she declared she needed to take a dump. They quickly left the restaurant and headed back to her place.
Upon entering, Milana noticed how well-kept the house was - a testament to the care and attention paid by her doting husband. It hadn't changed much since he last saw it; however, there was an air of maturity about Christina that made her even more alluring. The young mistress had grown even more beautiful with age, her marriage only accentuating her charm and grace.
As they settled in, Christina excused herself for a moment, returning shortly after with an expectant look in her eyes. She lowered her pants and panties, revealing her perfect puckered rosebud of an asshole, and nodded for him to get down on his knees. With trembling hands and a racing heart, Milana obeyed, ready to taste the nectar of his goddess once more.
The smell that emanated from her rear was intoxicating - a mix of sweetness and familiarity that filled him with nostalgia. As he opened his mouth wide, she positioned herself perfectly over his eager tongue, and he felt her thick turd slide down his throat. It tasted just as delicious as he remembered, coating his taste buds in an intoxicating brew of flavors unique to her alone.
Milana held the plate close to his face, savoring every moment of their intimate encounter. He couldn't help but marvel at how she managed to maintain such control over her bowel movements, producing the perfect consistency and quantity each time. As he licked up the last drops of her essence, he noticed something different - she'd added a new ingredient to the mix.
It was then that he realized she'd been drinking something special earlier, something that made her shit even more addictive than before. It seemed marriage had only made her stronger and more confident in her desires. As she pulled up her pants and panties, she looked at him with satisfaction, noticing his rapt attention throughout the whole process.
They shared a tender moment before deciding on their next course of action. Christina had grown bolder since their last encounter, suggesting they try something new. She led him to the bathroom, and he knelt as she removed her clothes once again. This time, she gave him permission to lick her anus clean - a privilege he'd longed for but never dared to ask.
The taste was divine, unlike anything he'd experienced before. It was sweet and salty, with just a hint of musk that reminded him of their long-standing relationship. As he worked his tongue around her hole, lapping up every drop of her essence, he noticed her leaning against the wall for support.
"You're very good at this," she whispered softly, her breath hot against his ear. "I think we might have found a new way for us to connect."
And with that, their session came to a close. They shared a tender embrace, promising to continue their unique bond in secret once more. As Milana walked away, his heart full of gratitude and longing, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them both. One thing was certain - as long as Christina needed him, Smelly Milana would be there, eager and ready to serve his goddess in any way she desired.
