Miss Dula woke up feeling particularly excited about her client's visit, one of her best shit eaters. He had a special place in her heart due to his insatiable appetite for her golden treasures. As she prepared for his arrival, she knew exactly how to tantalize his taste buds and make him beg for more.
The moment her client stepped into her studio, she could see the look of eager anticipation on his face. She smiled, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "Good morning, my dear," she purred. "Are you ready for your hearty meal of shit?"
Without waiting for an answer, she led him to the specially designed chair that would accommodate both their needs. The seat was soft yet firm, ensuring that he would be comfortable while she sat on his face. The headrest was adjustable, allowing her to control how much of her aroma he would inhale.
"Now, let's start with a little warm-up," she said, straddling his face. Her freshly bathed pussy glistened with anticipation as she rubbed it against his mouth. The smell of her arousal filled the air, already making him hungry for more.
"Mmm, you smell so good," he moaned, enjoying the sensation of her warmth on his tongue.
"I know you do," she replied, leaning forward to give him a better view of her tight asshole. "But let's not forget why you're here. Are you ready for your first treat?"
Without waiting for him to respond, she turned around and bent over, presenting her plump bottom to him. She reminded him of a queen, preparing to reward her loyal subject with a golden apple. Her asshole gaped invitingly, filled with the fresh treasure he had been craving for so long.
"Take a nice big bite," she commanded.
He hesitated for a moment, savoring the sight before him. Then, like a starving man at a banquet, he plunged his face into her ass, letting out a moan of delight as he tasted her warm, smooth shit. She had been right; it was the tastiest and smelliest pee he had ever had.
As he thoroughly enjoyed his meal, Miss Dula watched with pleasure. It was always gratifying to see how much her clients enjoyed themselves. She knew they couldn't get enough of her unique offerings, and she was more than happy to oblige.
When he finally emerged from her ass, his face covered in her shit and his eyes filled with satisfaction, Miss Dula couldn't help but smile. "Was it as delicious as you remembered?"
He nodded fervently, reaching up to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. "Better," he murmured, already craving more.
And so the ritual continued. Miss Dula alternated between farting in his face, peeing on his chest, and presenting her mouth for him to taste her own pussy juices. She watched as he struggled to balance between his need for air and his desire to please her. It was a battle that he never won, and she loved every moment of it.
Finally, when she judged that he had eaten enough to satisfy himself, she gave him the signal to prepare for the grand finale. She straddled his hips, her pussy hovering just above his mouth. "Are you ready to show me how good of a shit swallower you really are?"
He nodded, his face scrunched up in anticipation.
"Good boy," she praised him, leaning forward and unleashing a deluge of hot, steaming shit straight into his open mouth. She watched with satisfaction as he struggled to hold it all in, his cheeks hollowing out as he swallowed her offering whole.
Minutes later, he was finally finished, his face and body covered in her shit. He lay there panting, his eyes closed in pleasure and exhaustion. She reached down and gently stroked his hair, her satisfied smile mirrored in his own exhausted expression.
"Well done," she praised him. "That was quite a meal you've had. Now rest and recover, and we'll do it all over again next time."
