Miss Dula and her best friend were about to attend a party when they both suddenly felt the urge to defecate. They knew exactly who to rely on for such messy affairs – their faithful shit-eating slave. Tossing him a toy to keep him company while they were gone, they proceeded towards the party, preparing for a wild night out.
Meanwhile, their slave eagerly waited for them to return. He had already made himself comfortable on the floor with the toy they had given him and was preparing for the feast about to come his way. Minutes turned into hours, and soon he lost track of time as well as hope that his mistresses would ever come back.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Miss Dula and her friend returned home. Both were heavily intoxicated and giggling like schoolgirls as they stumbled towards their shit-eating slave. He could barely contain his excitement as he awaited their arrival.
As soon as they reached him, Miss Dula lifted her skirt high enough for her friend to see her asshole clearly before squatting over his face. Her friend did the same thing on the other side. Their asses were glistening with fresh shit, fully ready for their eager slave's consumption.
"Good boy," Miss Dula grinned, admiring his diligence in waiting for them. She then reached into his mouth, grabbing a handful of his tongue before pushing her entire load of shit straight down his throat. He groaned loudly as it filled up every corner of his stomach, leaving no room for air.
Her friend followed suit, pushing more shit into his stomach until he felt like he would burst. The two mistresses alternated between shoving their shit down his throat and peeing directly into his mouth, making sure he didn't have any trouble swallowing it all.
After some time had passed, they finally decided to give him a small break. They let him rest for a bit as they took turns urinating all over his body. The warm, thick liquid soaked into his skin, leaving him feeling both full and aroused.
Once they were finally satisfied with their playtime, Miss Dula and her friend decided to write their names across his chest in a messy trail of poop. Smiling devilishly, they snapped a photo of their masterpiece and left the slave to clean up the remaining mess.
The next morning, Miss Dula and her friend woke up to find that their messy slave was nowhere to be found. Confused but satisfied with their little adventure, they called it a night and went back to sleep, unaware that their slave had escaped into the sewers below, never wanting to return to their disgusting embrace again.
