As I entered the lavish bathroom, my breath hitched in anticipation of what awaited me. The goddess herself was sitting on the golden throne toilet, her signature red heart-shaped panties covering her plump bottom half as she paused mid-shit. Her head whipped around to face me, and for a split second, our eyes locked. Her icy blue gaze sent a shiver down my spine, but I couldn't look away from the intense pleasure writ large on her face.
"You're just in time, my little turd-eater," she purred, her voice as sultry as ever. With effortless grace, she stood up and unceremoniously ripped off her panties, revealing her glorious, flushed asshole. The aroma of mixed feces and urine wafted towards me, causing me to kneel before her in reverence.
"I've been holding this in for you specifically," she said, running a finger through the wet, glistening mess coating her ass. "And now that it's finally out, I feel like I could burst again."
Her stomach gurgled loudly as she crossed her arms over it, massaging her belly. "Damn, I can't believe how full I am," she moaned softly. "It might take a while for everything to come out... do you mind?"
I shook my head fervently, my gaze still locked on her as she lowered herself to the ground. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and spread her cheeks open for me.
"You know what I want," she purred. "Clean my toilet, and make sure you use your tongue to get every drop of shit and diareeah out of my ass."
I nodded, already grabbing a bottle of water and a washcloth from behind her. She hummed in appreciation as I began to clean her toilet, watching me intently. I could feel her gaze boring into my skin as I carefully scrubbed every inch of the porcelain, taking extra care around the rim to ensure it was spotless.
Once it was clean, I moved to kneel between her spread legs. The vile smell of decaying waste was almost overwhelming, but I forced myself to ignore it. I leaned in, my nose hovering over her crack, taking in deep breaths of my mistress' scent. She giggled softly, reaching down to grab a handful of my hair, guiding my face closer to her ass.
Slowly, I pressed my lips against her puckered hole, feeling her warmth seep into me. I began to lick, circling my tongue around her anal ring, tasting every inch of her gaping asshole. The taste was indescribable - a sickly sweet mixture of sweat, feces, and the unmistakable tang of diareeah. But I kept going, knowing that this was what she desired of me.
I worked my tongue deeper into her rectum, feeling her walls quiver around it. Her moans grew louder, more needy, and I knew I was doing something right. Her fingers dug into my skull, holding me in place as she began to push against me, grinding her hollowed-out ass on my face.
"Yes, clean my asshole!" she cried, her voice echoing off the marble walls. "Make me cum from your tongue-work!"
Her asshole convulsed around my tongue, clamping down on it mercilessly. I tried to pull back, but it was too late - I felt the first wave of hot, sticky cum splash against the back of my throat.
"Fuck, yes!" she screamed, her voice a mix of pleasure and agony. "Drink it all up, you disgusting piece of shit."
I did as I was told, swallowing every bit of her cum and the putrid mess that had just exploded from her asshole. My stomach churned, but I forced myself to keep going, knowing that this was what she wanted from me.
The goddess finally let out a long, shuddering sigh, leaning back against the cold, hard marble of the wall. She released her hold on my hair, allowing me to pull back and catch my breath.
"Well done, turd-eater," she said, her voice almost gentle. "You may clean up now."
I could feel the sticky, foul residue coating my face and tongue, but I didn't care. I stood up, taking the washcloth and running it under the water. As I knelt before her again, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride in what I had just done.
"Thank you, Goddess," I muttered, handing her the cloth. "Your cum tastes divine."
