Under the scorching sun, Mistress Ebony stood over her black slave, Clarence. She was holding a tablet and recording device in one hand while the other casually rested on her ample behind. Today's video was going to be something really kinky. Clarence could sense the excitement in Mistress Ebony's demeanor.
"Clarence," Mistress Ebony started, her voice dripping with malice, "I was about to film me taking a big shit on a plate, but I have decided to change things up a bit. Today, you are going to be the lucky one under my ass when I shit."
She snickered evilly and smiled as Clarence's eyes widened in fear. "Don't worry, slave," she reassured him with a menacing grin. "First, I'll piss all over your head as a warm-up. Get ready."
Clarence was terrified but couldn't move as he watched his mistress approach him. She lifted her leg and placed the head of his cock between her thighs, forcing him to look up at her while she started to pee. The warm, thick liquid cascaded down on to his face, filling his eyes and nose with the foul scent of her urine.
"Now," she commanded, her voice still dripping with cruelty, "get on all fours."
Shaking uncontrollably, Clarence did as he was told. He felt soft, warm flesh pressing against his back as she straddled him. He could barely contain his fear as he felt her take a deep breath.
"Here it comes," she whispered softly into his ear just before she pushed on his forehead, pushing him down into the filth beneath him. Clarence felt the blast of hot air on his face as she farted heavily into his mouth. His face was now covered in cold sweat, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"That's it, slave," Mistress Ebony purred, her voice filled with intense pleasure. "Now, lift up your head and meet your fate."
Fighting through the waves of nausea that engulfed him, Clarence managed to lift his head just enough to see Mistress Ebony standing above him. She leaned forward, her huge ass hovering above his head. "Here it comes, slave," she hissed menacingly.
He could feel her massive cheeks quivering as they started to shake violently. "Oh God, please no," he moaned softly, his voice filled with despair. He felt the first warm, heavy glob of feces land on his forehead, followed by a cascade of thick, stinking shit that covered his face and eyes.
"Mmmm, yes," Mistress Ebony cooed, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she let out a slow, satisfied moan. She began to grind her hips against Clarence's face, pushing more and more of her filth into his mouth. She moaned louder each time he swallowed her dump, urging him to take more of her waste.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally stopped. Clarence lay there, breathing heavily, his entire body trembling. He opened his eyes slowly, wincing against the bright sunlight. He could feel the weight of the shit on his face, the stench assaulting his nose.
"Was that good for you, slave?" Mistress Ebony purred, leaning down to whisper softly into his ear. Clarence whimpered softly, unable to form words. "Don't worry," she continued, her voice cold and harsh. "I'll be back soon to do it again."
And with that, she stood up, straightening her clothes, and walked away, leaving Clarence to soak in his own filth.
