As he lay down on the cold, hard floor of the bathroom, his eyes closed tightly and his breathing heavy. He couldn't believe what he had just agreed to - what kind of depraved mind could ever think of something like this? His mistress, a striking woman with long black hair and piercing blue eyes, stood over him wearing nothing but a smile. She didn't say a word as she knelt down beside him and slowly ran her fingers through his hair. He could feel her soft breath against his neck as she whispered into his ear, "You asked for it, slave. And now you're going to get it all over your dirty little face."
Her words sent shivers down his spine but he knew there was no turning back now. With a sinister glint in her eye, she reached for his head and forced it into her lap. He knew what was coming next and couldn't bring himself to look. Her soft fingers began to interact with his dirty body, tracing patterns on his damp skin as they guided him to her waiting asshole. He trembled as he felt the warmth of her ass cheeks against his face and breathed in her musky scent.
Without warning, she spread her legs wide open and positioned herself directly above him. He felt her wetness covering his tongue as he tasted her excitement. Then came the moment of truth: she lowered her perfect ass until it was hovering just above his face. He could hear the squelching sound as her asshole contacted with his skin. The anticipation was unbearable.
Suddenly, she let out a long, loud moan and began to move. Up and down, side to side, she grinded her ass against his face in a sensual yet brutal dance. Her asshole stretched wide open, taunting him with its foul odor and gooey insides. But he couldn't help himself; he had to taste it all. As she picked up speed, he managed to open his mouth just enough to catch a piece of her shit as it fell from her gaping asshole. It was salty and bitter on his tongue, but he didn't care. This was what he had asked for.
His mind was spinning as he tried to process everything that was happening. Was this really happening? Was he really eating his mistress's shit? The questions raced through his mind as he swallowed another mouthful of her fecal matter. The room spun around him, but one constant remained: the smell of shit filled the air, and he loved it.
Part 2 coming soon...
