The night air was cool, and I made my way down the dimly lit street towards the house of Christina, also known as Poo19. I was nervous yet excited, my heart pounding in anticipation of what she had in store for me. As I knocked on her door, I couldn't help but notice a strange aroma wafting through the air - it was unusually pungent and unpleasant, almost like rotting food mixed with something else...
The door opened, and there she was, dressed only in her panties. Her pale thighs contrasted against the dark, lacy fabric as she slowly sat down on my face. Her ass pressed against my nose, and I couldn't help but gag at the overpowering stench emanating from her rear.
"Smell my ass," she commanded softly, her voice barely audible over the smell.
I tried my best to breathe through my mouth, but it was no use. The smell was too overwhelming. I opened my mouth and immediately felt the warmth of her skin against my tongue. Her asshole was dark and puckered, leaking foul-smelling gas that made my eyes water.
"Eat my shit," she whispered in my ear, her breath hot despite the cold night air.
I knew what was expected of me, so I began licking her ass cheeks, trying to clean some of the filth away. The taste was beyond repulsive, like eating spoiled food that had been left out in the sun for days. But I had to do it – it was our sick game, and I was determined to play my part.
Using one hand, she pushed me back onto the floor and began feeding me her foul-smelling feces. Each bite was harder to swallow than the last, and by this point, I was gagging uncontrollably. The taste was so vile that it made my mouth feel like it was on fire, but I forced myself to keep swallowing.
As I struggled to consume her shit, she sat on my stomach with all her weight. It was like being crushed by a steamroller – the pain made it hard to focus, and the smell was overpowering. Tears streamed down my face, but I refused to give up. I ate until her ass was clean, and my mouth felt like it was going to burst.
Finally, after what felt like hours, she pulled her asshole away from my face. I gasped for air, my lungs aching from the effort of trying to breathe through the smell. She spat in my mouth, a mixture of her saliva and whatever filth was left in there.
"You did good," she said softly, a smile playing on her lips.
With that, she stood up and pushed me aside, leaving me there on the floor, feeling utterly defeated and dirty. But even though it was the most disgusting thing I had ever done, there was a part of me that was turned on by the power and submission that came with it. And so, I wiped my face with my sleeve and waited for my next turn to be Christina's toilet.
