Cristiane Fataly, a confident and dominant woman, stood before her unsuspecting slave. She wore a skimpy thong that barely contained her large, plump ass. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she slowly removed the garment to reveal her tight, pink asshole to her subject.
"Today, slave," she purred, smacking his cheek, "I'm feeling quite generous. I've decided to give you a chance to prove your worth. You're going to worship my asshole as if it were a holy grail."
The slave trembled in anticipation, not quite sure what she had in store for him. "Yes, Mistress," he murmured, kneeling before her.
With a sharp command, she pointed to her ass and said, "Lick."
The slave hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and tentatively placing his tongue against her asshole. He gagged on the unexpectedly strong scent of feces that emanated from her rear end. His eyes watered as he tried to adjust to the taste and texture of her ass.
"Harder," she commanded, as if reading his mind. "You're not doing a very good job if it's making you gag that much."
He took a deep breath and pressed his tongue deeper into her rectum, pushing against her bowels. He tried to follow her instructions but could barely find the will to continue. Each lick felt like a personal violation, and yet he couldn't deny the rush of arousal that coursed through his body.
As he licked and prodded, Cristiane let out a slow, sensual moan. "That's it, slave," she encouraged, slapping his head. "Keep going until I tell you to stop."
Hours passed, and the room began to fill with the musky scent of shit. Cristiane's ass was dripping with saliva from the slave's constant attention. Finally, satisfied with his performance, she called out, "Stop!"
She turned around, presenting her ass once again to the slave. "Now that you've helped me stretch my asshole, it's time to reward you. Open your mouth wide."
The slave opened his mouth, unsure of what was coming next. A moment later, Cristiane positioned her asshole over his face, aiming directly for his mouth. He gagged as a warm stream of liquid hit his tongue, filling his mouth with her foul-smelling scat.
"Swallow," she commanded, slapping his cheek hard enough to make him flinch. "Every last drop."
The taste of her ass coated his tongue and filled his throat, choking him until he complied. He swallowed again and again until he could feel her shit sliding down his esophagus and into his stomach. Tears streamed down his face, but he dared not disobey her.
With a final, triumphant smirk, Cristiane stood up straight, surveying her handiwork. The slave lay on the ground, his face covered in splooge and shit, unable to move or even speak. "You are lucky, slave," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tomorrow, I may decide to let you lick your own mess. Or maybe I'll save that for another unlucky day."
