Adorning the candy store dressing room was a wall-mounted full-length mirror, designed to make customers feel their most confident and alluring. Little did Candys realize that this would serve an altogether different purpose for her today. She sauntered in, her ample and round bottom accentuated by the skimpy cotton thong she had chosen as her outfit. The fabric of the thong did little to hide the plump mounds of flesh on her buttocks, and as she posed seductively in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but feel the rush of power surging through her body.
Her hands rested on her hips, pushing out her already ample cleavage as she let out a soft moan. With a sultry smile, she slowly lifted up her dress, revealing the delicious curves of her thighs and the tantalizing peek of her lacy panties. She felt her heart racing as she watched her own reflection, mesmerized by the sinful display. She was about to take things further when she heard a knock on the dressing room door.
A man's voice called out, "Miss? Are you almost done in there?" His tone was deep and rich, filled with anticipation. Without missing a beat, Candys turned around and flirtatiously replied, "Just about to come out, darling. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll like what you see." She made sure to adjust her dress just enough to tease him, before finally stepping out of the dressing room.
The man's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him - Candys in nothing but her lacy underwear and high heels. He couldn't help but approach her slowly, his eyes fixed on her wriggling bottom. She leaned towards him, her breath hot against his neck as she whispered, "So, brave slave. You've come to see my big, shitting sausage?" She grinned wickedly as she felt his cock twitch in his pants.
She led him to a private room in the back of the store, where she lay down on a table, spreading her legs wide for him to see. Her plush rear end was glistening with sweat, her thong nowhere to be seen. The man could only stare, transfixed by the sight of her beckoning asshole. Without further ado, she reached down and pulled out a monstrous, over two-foot-long sausage from her anus.
It was the color of night soil, and pulsed with each heartbeat, leaking a thick, stringy fluid onto the floor. The man gulped, his mouth watering in spite of himself. "Go on, then," she purred, her voice husky with desire. "You've come all this way. Don't be a baby now." Slowly, he approached her, his prick leaking precum as he stared at the huge turd in front of him. He couldn't believe it - was he really about to eat her shit?
With trembling hands, he knelt before her, leaning in to taste the slippery latex coating on the enormous sausage. It tasted salty and earthy, like the richest, most taboo flavor he had ever experienced. He started to nibble on it carefully, savoring every bite. Candys groaned in pleasure as she watched him devour her offering.
The more he ate, the more excited she became. With a moan of delight, she pushed her hips up into the air, offering him a better view of her pussy, drenched in honeyed juices. Without being asked, he leaned forward and eagerly lapped up the sweet nectar, his tongue darting in and out of her dripping folds. Candys's back arched off the table in ecstasy as she felt his eager mouth on her most intimate spot.
And so they continued - him eating her shit, her tasting her own juices as she watched him. It was a perverse and taboo dance, but one that they both revelled in. As the man finally finished off the massive sausage, Candys looked down at him with satisfaction. "That was quite a show, slave," she purred, reaching down to help him up. "You did well."
With a final wink, she straightened herself out, adjusted her dress, and walked past him, her high heels clicking on the floor. He watched her go, his heart pounding with excitement and the aftertaste of forbidden pleasure still lingering on his tongue.
