Kennya and Aidaa, two renowned goddesses from Romania, shared an evening filled with debauchery and filth. As the night wore on, they puffed away at their cigarettes, exhaling plumes of smoke into the air around them. But instead of using an ashtray, they had a different idea in mind: they decided to use me as their personal human ashtray instead.
I knelt before them, my body trembling slightly at the thought of what was to come. They each took turns filling my mouth with hot, acrid smoke, making sure to fill every crevice and corner. It was an intense experience, and the aftertaste left me gagging for breath.
But their perversions did not end there. Midway through the smoking session, they both excused themselves to use the washroom. Little did I know that during their absence, I was going to be used in even more disgusting ways.
When they returned, Kennya had a wicked grin on her face. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I have something special for you." And with that, she took my head in her hands and forcefully pushed her large, puckered anus towards my face.
I recoiled in horror but was held fast by her grip. She let out an explosive fart, filling my mouth with the stench of her putrid ass. Then, she grabbed a handful of my hair and guided me to swallow every last bit of her foul gas.
Meanwhile, Aidaa watched us with glee, her dark eyes sparkling with malicious amusement. When it was her turn, she too forced her ass into my face, only this time, she didn't bother with a fart; she simply leaked diarrhea into my waiting mouth.
The taste was revolting - a combination of fecal matter and sour liquid that made me gag and retch. But they wouldn't let me stop until I had swallowed every drop. I could feel the slimy substance coating the inside of my mouth, dripping down my chin, and into my lap.
Finally, they were satisfied. They stood up, dusting off their hands as if they had just finished cleaning something particularly filthy. I remained where I was, my body trembling from the overwhelming sense of humiliation and disgust.
As they turned to leave, Kennya looked back at me and winked. "Remember," she said, her voice low and menacing, "clean up after yourself." And with that, they disappeared from sight, leaving me alone with my shame.
