Madam Tulpan had been absent for quite some time, and during that period, I had grown more desperate than ever to experience her alluring presence once again. Dressed in sleek silver grey leggings that hugged her curvy body tightly, red high-heeled shoes that complemented her stride, and a transparent blouse that revealed just enough to tease my senses, she looked absolutely breathtaking. As she approached, she began to sweet talk, her voice sending tingles down my spine.
She grabbed my face and forced me into a deep kiss, making me feel small under her touch. She pulled away, a devilish grin on her lips, before placing her hand inches away from my face and instructing, "Kiss it." I complied without hesitation. My lips brushed against her soft skin as she let out a soft moan, her nails digging into my cheeks as she held me in place.
Suddenly, she settled herself onto the chair, wearing an emotionless mask as she pulled her leggings down to reveal her tight and puckered asshole. My eyes widened in anticipation as she bent over slightly, giving me a clear view of her gaping rectum. She grunted in discomfort as she attempted to defecate into my waiting mouth. However, it seemed she couldn't release her bowels easily. Her face reddened with frustration but she didn't lose her composure.
Without warning, Madam Tulpan turned her attention to me, telling me to hold still. She grabbed my head and started shoving it into her ass crack, commanding me to lick her. My tongue darted out, eagerly lapping up the traces of warm liquid that seeped out from her puckered hole. I was already addicted to the taste of her feces, and the thought of being close enough to truly taste her filled me with excitement.
As I licked, she began to make small, grunting noises of satisfaction. The more I licked, the louder she became. Finally, after what seemed like ages, she managed to release a large turd into my waiting mouth. It was hard and dry, but I chewed it up like candy before swallowing it down. She let out a small sigh of relief and turned back to her task at hand.
Her body trembled as she began to push again, this time with more force. Her asshole gaped even wider, inviting my tongue deeper inside. I couldn't resist the urge to probe deeper, seeking out any remaining traces of her excrement. She groaned in pleasure at my efforts and moaned softly as she pushed hard, occasionally soiling my chin or cheeks with small turds.
Suddenly, she stiffened, her body tense as she ended her session. A moment later, hot liquid poured down my throat. It was clear she had started her period; mixed with her naturally expelled feces, the mixture was revolting yet irresistible. I swallowed it all down like a good little toilet, eager for more.
She pulled out a syringe, filling it with some clear liquid which she injected into her ass. Her body shuddered as she released the contents, a wave of water jetting out and drenching my face. It was an enema, clearing out her bowels to ensure a complete and thorough evacuation. As she shook with pleasure, I caught every drop in my mouth like a devoted dog.
She sat back down, her eyes closed tightly as she fought against the urge to defecate. Finally, she burst forth with a loud, long fart that preceded a torrent of diarrhea hitting my face. It was messy and smelled awful, causing my eyes to water briefly. She chuckled softly, amused by my discomfort as she watched me try to swallow it all down.
Finally, she stood up again, using her foot to wipe down my face before spitting directly into my mouth. I swallowed without hesitation, unable to do otherwise. She then slapped my face hard with the heel of her shoe before smacking my chest with it, leaving red handprints on my pale skin.
Mistress Tulpan turned around, her back towards me, and moaned softly as she continued to push out her waste. Her movements grew more prominent, and I knew it was only a matter of time before she finished emptying herself. Once she did, she turned back around, her face devoid of emotion.
"Clean yourself up," she said. Her voice was rough and demanding, yet there was an undercurrent of satisfaction in her tone. I didn't argue; instead, I grabbed a nearby cloth and began to wipe myself clean, grateful to have been allowed such intimacy with her.
