Part 3: Merica
Merica had never experienced anything quite like this before. Being thrown to the ground and then having his mistresses triumphantly stepping onto him, their weight pressing down on his chest as they prepared to go to town on him, filled him with an intoxicating mix of fear and arousal. He could feel their feet, soft yet unyielding, pressing against his chest, their stiletto heels digging into his skin as they shifted their weight from one foot to the other.
"Oh yes," Mistress America purred as she licked her lips, eyeing the helpless man beneath her. "This is what you've been begging for, hasn't it, scat-slut?" She wiggled her perfectly plump ass in his face, the scent of her sweet, earthy perfume mixed with the muskier aroma of her sweaty body and recent bowel movements.
Merica could only nod frantically, his face pressed firmly against the ground as he struggled to catch his breath. His mind was reeling with lust and anticipation, his cock already leaking pre-cum as he imagined what was about to happen.
Mistress Canada stepped forward, her skirt hiking up to reveal her perfect, smooth thighs. She bent over, making sure that Merica had a clear view of her puckered asshole, then let out a long, wet fart that sounded almost like a horn blast. A long, thick rope of steaming shit shot out of her ass, hanging heavy in the air between them for a moment before plopping down onto Merica's chest. It was hot and slimy, with a distinctive tang that made his mouth water.
"Here you go, scat-lover," Mistress Canada said with a smirk. "Eat it up." She stepped back, her hands on her hips as she watched Merica eagerly lap at the stringy mess on his chest. It tasted divine, a mixture of bitter and sweet that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Even though he was covered in filth, he couldn't help but crave more.
Slowly, mistress America lowered her tight little asshole so that it was hovering right above his face. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal, and she bit her bottom lip as she watched him gaze up at her. With one smooth motion, she released a torrent of hot, sticky shit, filling his mouth and running down his chin. He swallowed greedily, savoring the rich, creamy taste as it slid down his throat.
"That's it, you filthy little shit-eater," Mistress Canada praised him, her eyes glinting with delight. "Now it's my turn." She turned around, making sure her ass was facing Merica before letting out another long, loud fart. This one was even bigger than the first, and it landed with a wet splat on Merica's face.
"Mmmmm," Mistress America cooed as she watched him lapping at the mess on his face. "You're a good boy, aren't you? Always ready to please your mistress." She stepped closer, her high heels clicking against the kitchen floor as she lowered herself onto his face. Merica dutifully opened his mouth wide, eagerly accepting the stream of hot, stinky piss that gushed out of her pussy and soaked his face. As he suckled at her juicy clit, she let out a shuddering moan of pleasure, her body shaking with orgasm as she melted into his touch.
"Thank you, my dear," Mistress Canada purred as she stepped back, her hand resting gently on Mistress America's shoulder. They shared a look of satisfaction and lust, knowing that they had fulfilled each other's darkest desires. Merica was nothing more than a toy to them, a disposable vessel for their pleasure. As the girls gathered up their things and prepared to leave, Merica lay there in a puddle of his own filth and the sticky remnants of their orgasms, his cock still hard and throbbing despite the crawling feeling of shame that crept up his spine. But for now, he was content to lie in his filth and dream of the day when he would be reunited with his mistresses and their dark, delicious pleasures.
