As the tight shape of Chrystal's ass came into view, Rod's cock twitched again, straining against the leather restraints that held him in place on the stairs. He watched as she arched her back and lowered herself onto his face, her plush cheeks spreading apart in an inviting display. Rod could hardly believe his luck.
Chrystal began to shit onto Rod's face, moaning softly as she did so. Her thick streams of warm shit covered his eyes, nose and mouth, pushing the air out of him and making it hard for him to breathe. As the pile on his face grew higher, he reached up with his tongue, lapping at her tight little asshole and tasting the sweet, salty flavor of her freshly deposited feces.
Suddenly, a barrage of hands grabbed him roughly from behind, pulling his head out from under Chrystal's shit-filled crotch. Before he could even catch his breath, a different girl was perching herself atop his face, her asshole stained and dripping with diarrhea from a previous round of abuse.
Rod felt his hope start to fade as the day wore on and one goddess after another came to use him as their personal toilet. His mouth and throat were filled with the unfamiliar flavors of rich, human feces, and his body ached from the constant stimulation of fluids and waste being thrust into his face and down his throat.
Finally, it was Valery's turn. The smallest of the girls, she seemed to be saving herself for last. As she lowered herself onto his face, Rod couldn't help but notice the slight tremble in her thin legs. She clung to his head, her fingers tangled in his hair, as she shat on him repeatedly, her bowels emptying themselves in long, steady streams of hot liquid feces.
Rod felt a sudden rush of relief when she finished, but it was short-lived. As the others cheered them on, Valery reached down between her legs and began to urinate onto Rod's face as well, her thin stream of piss mixing with the thick stew of shit covering his body.
Finally, Valery stood up, and Rod's head was yanked out from beneath her. He looked up at the group of girls, their faces flushed with excitement and their bodies glistening with sweat and excrement. As one, they all turned their backs on him, their perfect asses taunting him in the final act of humiliation.
With another tug on the leash, Rod was pulled up off the stairs and into the house, leaving behind a trail of his own filth and the stench of decaying shit. The rest of the day would be spent cleaning up after the girls and trying to erase any trace of the experiences of the last few hours. For now, though, Rod had one wish: that the next time he got to witness a girl taking a shit, it would be on him again.
