In the dimly lit room, I knelt down before the girl, my heart racing with anticipation. The scent of her ass wafted towards me - a potent mixture of sweat and perfume. She had no idea what was about to happen, but I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. My duty was clear: I had to take anything she gave me, no matter how foul it smelled or tasted.
As she turned around, her slender fingers started playing with her tight pussy, glistening with her own juices. With each passing moment, the smell grew stronger, and I felt my stomach churn. But I reminded myself that this is what I wanted, needed even. The moment she paused for a moment, I leaned forward, pressing my lips against her anus, kissing it gently. She moaned softly, her body swaying slightly as she lost herself in the pleasure.
"Suck it," she whispered hoarsely, and I opened my mouth wide. The moment her ass touched my tongue, I savored every inch of the taste - bitter yet intoxicating. She was right; girls like her had no idea how delicious their shit could be when taken into someone else's body like this. As she started pushing out small turds, I accepted them whole, grinding them between my teeth until they turned into a soft, slick paste that dripped down my chin.
Every now and then, she'd pause to grab onto her hair or arch her back, moaning louder as I continued to devour her shit. Sometimes, it felt like she was filling me up entirely, but I never once complained. This was my role, my duty as a toilet for these beautiful princesses.
When she finally finished, I sat back on my heels, panting slightly from exertion. She didn't even acknowledge my presence anymore; she was lost in her own pleasure daze. For a moment, I wanted to tell her how amazing she was, but I knew better. My fingers trembled as I reached for the button on my shorts, undoing them slowly.
With a few more gentle nudges, I forced myself to get down on all fours, presenting my ass to her. This time, she seemed hesitant at first, but then her eyes widened with hunger and lust. She pressed the tip of her finger against my asshole, tracing gentle circles before pushing inside. I gasped as she pried me open, stretching me wider than I ever had before.
It hurt, but the pain was quickly replaced by a sensation I couldn't describe - fullness mixed with an unspoken yearning. She filled me up, pushing in more and more until I felt like I was going to burst. Finally, she pulled away, leaving a warm trail of her saliva and fingerprints behind. And then, with a satisfied smile, she leaned over me and whispered one word: "Slut."
The taste of her fingers mixed with our fluids was overwhelming, but again, I found myself craving more. As she walked away from me, still unaware of what went on between us, I couldn't help but feel strangely satisfied. Maybe one day, I could tell her how much I enjoyed being her personal toilet - how much I appreciated being used by such a beautiful girl.
Until then, I would continue serving these beautiful girls, taking in their warm, delicious shit and doing my duty as their toilet. The taste of their shame and disgust was bittersweet, reminding me that this was not something normal or desirable. But for some reason, it felt so right deep down inside.
