The bustling office was alive with the typical hustle and bustle of a busy day at work, but Mrs. Davis's heart was racing as she waited for her husband to arrive. She was excited about the surprise she had in store for him today, a little adventure that would satisfy both their dark desires. As the door opened, her husband walked in, looking slightly puzzled at the invitation he had received. She smiled demurely and led him to her private office.
As soon as they stepped inside, Mr. Davis's eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he saw his wife reclining on the couch with a bottle of wine and a glass, smiling seductively at him. "What's all this about?" he asked suspiciously, noting the additional people in the room - a young man kneeling at her feet clad in just a collar and a leash.
"This is my new secretary," she replied nonchalantly, gesturing towards the man at her feet. "But today, he won't just be learning about work; he's here to learn something far more important."
Confusion turned to shock as his wife guided him towards the couch and instructed him to sit down next to her. "Now honey, you know I've always told you how important it is for us to express our fantasies," she began, taking a sip of wine before continuing, "and well, I have a kink. One that involves..." She paused dramatically, looking beseechingly at the man kneeling before her.
"Go on, slave," she purred, nodding towards him encouragingly.
The men exchanged glances before the slave spoke up nervously, "My mistress... wants me... to teach your husband... about scatology." His voice trembled slightly as he struggled with the unfamiliar words.
Mr. Davis's eyes widened in disbelief before narrowing in anger; however, his wife quickly reassured him that it would be alright. Slowly, he sat down beside her, eying the slave cautiously as he waited for instructions.
"See this," Mistress Davis said, indicating towards her well-groomed rectum with a wicked grin, "it's what I like best in this world." She spread her legs slightly, offering him a better view of her anus. "Scatology is the study of feces, love," she explained softly, running her fingers through the slave's hair. "And my little toilet slave here is an expert."
With that, Mistress Davis ordered the slave to assume the position - kneeling on the floor with his head between her legs. "Now, my dear," she purred, taking another sip of wine before ordering the secretary to join them.
The secretary hesitated for a moment but eventually knelt down beside the slave, eyeing the scene in front of him warily. Meanwhile, Mrs. Davis watched, excitement coursing through her veins as she anticipated the coming events. Without a word, she reached out and guided her secretary's head towards the slave's exposed genitals, urging him to start servicing the man's cock.
As they watched, the slave began to move, sliding his mouth up and down the length of the cock, his tongue circling the head as he made soft moaning noises. Mrs. Davis couldn't help but moan in approval, watching as her husband became more and more aroused by the sight. She leaned back into the couch, giving the slave better access to her own anal opening.
"Here," she said gently, "show your friend how it's done." The slave hesitated for a moment before leaning forward to taste her anus, tentatively licking at the tight entrance. The taste was musky and alien to him but he soon warmed up to it, using his tongue to explore every inch of her rear. He pushed two fingers into her anus, lubricating them with her own feces before pulling them out and holding them up to his mistress's eagerly awaiting lips.
"Taste," she purred, her voice thick with pleasure. Reluctantly, the secretary took the proffered digit into his mouth, wiping off the residue and swallowing it down. Meanwhile, the slave continued to pleasure himself, his moans growing louder as he neared his climax.
As he shot his load into the secretary's mouth, Mistress Davis leaned back with a satisfied smile, watching as her husband watched in disbelief. The secretary, however, couldn't hide his own arousal as he swallowed the thick, salty fluid gratefully.
"Wasn't that fun?" Mistress Davis asked coyly, taking another sip of wine. "You know, we could do this all the time, just the three of us." Her husband looked at her blankly before shaking his head slowly, muttering something about going home early. The look on his face told her he would need time to process this newfound information about his wife's dark desires.
The secretary quickly gathered his things and fled from the room, leaving Mrs. Davis alone with her toilet slave, who was now reverently licking up every last drop of their combined fluids from the floor. As she watched him, she felt satisfied—not only had she sated her own desires but also revealed a deeper part of herself to her husband. This was just the beginning, she thought with a grin, looking forward to their next adventure together.
