The night was young and electric as I prepared for my special dinner guest. I had spent hours carefully selecting just the right outfit, something that would leave a lasting impression on whoever was unlucky enough to cross paths with me this evening. My hair was done up in intricate braids, each one carefully crafted to accentuate my exquisite features. I took one final look in the mirror and gave myself a satisfied nod before heading downstairs.
The atmosphere downstairs was tense. I could sense it in the air as I descended the stairs, my heels clicking in rhythm on each step. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows across the rich mahogany table that dominated the room. A place setting had been laid out for me and one other person, but no one was in sight.
I took my seat at the head of the table, wondering who my mysterious dinner companion would be. My nervousness was short-lived, though, as soon after taking my seat, the door opened and in walked the most delightfully unexpected person. He was young, perhaps in his early twenties, and his eyes were wide with anticipation. He was dressed in nothing but a collar and a cute little apron, and he trembled slightly as he approached the table.
"Hello, pretty masked goddess," he said, bowing his head respectfully. "I'm here for your poop dinner feeding." His voice was soft, yet there was an undercurrent of desperation in it that sent shivers down my spine.
I smiled warmly at him, getting up from my seat and moving towards him. I could feel the weight of my body against the silk of my dress, and it sent tingles of excitement down to my toes. Reaching out, I ran my gloved hand through his messy hair, causing him to moan softly.
"You're doing such a good job, hungry little scat boy," I purred. "Now come and sit here next to me so we can enjoy our dinner together." I patted my lap, and without hesitation, he climbed onto my lap, straddling me with his bare legs.
The tension was palpable as we sat there, looking into each other's eyes. I could feel his heart beating rapidly against my chest and could smell the excitement emanating from him in waves. Slowly but surely, I pulled my gloves off, revealing my perfectly manicured hands.
"Are you ready, hungry scat boy?" I asked, my voice dropping an octave. "Because I sure am."
With that, I reached down between us and slowly unfastened his pants. His cock sprang free, already engorged and dripping with anticipation. With one swift motion, I wrapped my hand around it, squeezing gently but firmly. His moan was music to my ears, and it fueled the flames of my lust even more.
"That's it, baby," I whispered. "Let me take care of you."
And then, like a lover presenting a finely-crafted meal, I pulled out a small plate from beneath the table. Resting on it were three perfect logs of my shit, glistening in the dim light. I held them up to his face, letting him take in their beauty.
"They smell so good, don't they?" I asked, my voice hushed with desire. "And they taste even better than they smell."
His reply was a moan of longing as he leaned in closer, eagerly waiting for his first bite. With gentle precision, I slipped the first log of my shit into his mouth, savoring the way his tongue danced across its surface. He moaned loudly, his entire body shaking with pleasure as I fed him more and more of my divine feces.
Finally, there was only one log remaining, and I couldn't resist making it last. I teased him with it, rubbing it against his lips and chin, before finally slipping it into his eager mouth. I watched as he gulped it down, his eyes rolling back into his head in ecstasy.
"That's a good boy," I purred, reaching down to stroke his cock one last time. "Now why don't we clean up together?"
Taking his hand, we got up from the table and walked over to the sink. I turned on the water, letting it run warm as I positioned his cock over the stream. Together, we began to wash away the remnants of our feast, his come mixing with my shit as we created a uniquely intimate bond.
As the night drew to a close, I knew that this wouldn't be the last time we shared such an extraordinary meal together. Our love for each other was tangible, and our connections were unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
