As I hurried down the sidewalk towards my mistress's apartment, my heart pounded with anticipation. I was anxious to see her after our long separation, and even more so after receiving her explicit message. She had been waiting for me, her asshole overflowing with diarrhea, and she wanted me to experience it all.
When I finally reached her doorstep, I took a deep breath and rang the bell. Moments later, she opened it, dressed in a provocative maid outfit that left little to the imagination. Her glistening ass cheeks were exposed, and I couldn't help but stare at the large, dark stains on her underwear.
She stepped aside and motioned for me to enter, her eyes filled with lust and domination. I walked inside, my gaze fixed on her magnificent ass. She turned around and placed her hand on her cheek, smearing some of the wetness across her round, supple cheeks.
"Are you ready to taste your mistress's diarrhea?" she purred.
Her voice sent shivers down my spine as I nodded eagerly. She approached me slowly, her ass swaying seductively, until she was standing right before me. She placed her hand on my chin and forced my head down towards her ass.
"Open wide," she commanded, her voice low and husky.
I opened my mouth as wide as I possibly could, anticipating the warm, wet rush of her excrement. And then it came - a hot stream of liquid shit poured into my mouth. I tried my best to swallow it all, letting her filth course through my throat and down into my stomach.
"That's a good boy," she praised, a wicked smile spreading across her lips.
She continued to fill my mouth with her diarrhea, alternating between long, slow streams and quick, forceful gushes. I couldn't believe the depths of my submission as I willingly ate her shit, feeling both humiliated and aroused by her dominance.
Finally, she paused and removed the camera from her bag. She snapped a few pictures of me covered in her shit, my face beaming with pleasure. Then, without warning, she ordered me to start licking her clean.
I dutifully began by licking the shit from her asshole, circling my tongue around her anus and tasting the sweet, salty flavor of her diarrhea. She moaned in delight as I worked my way up her legs, cleaning her thighs and stomach, paying special attention to her breasts and nipples.
By the time I reached her face, she was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed with excitement. I continued to lick her clean, ending with a long, slow lick across her lips. She clutched my head tightly, her fingers tangled in my hair, and murmured words of thanks before collapsing onto the couch.
Exhausted but utterly satisfied, I curled up next to her, my body still humming with the aftershocks of our session. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have such a magnificent mistress who so eagerly shared the filthiest corners of herself with me.
