The night beckoned, and I was on the prowl once again. My target? A woman with a big ass and an irresistible allure that left men weak in the knees. I had seen her dance at a local strip club a few times, always admiring her voluptuous figure and tantalizing curves. Tonight, I'd finally muster up the courage to approach her.
As she walked down the darkened street, her hips swaying seductively beneath that tiny red dress, I knew I had to make my move. I approached her cautiously, trying not to betray the excitement coursing through my veins.
"Excuse me, miss," I began, trying my best to sound smooth and confident. "I, uh...I saw you on stage tonight, and you were absolutely breathtaking."
She turned to me, arching an eyebrow skeptically. "Oh yeah? What makes me so special?"
"Well, it's not just your looks," I said quickly, hoping I didn't sound too desperate. "It's your...assets. That amazing ass of yours is just too much for me to handle."
She smiled coyly, clearly amused by my brazenness. "You know what they say about big butts," she purred. "They're made for sitting, not for spitting."
Her words sent a shiver down my spine. It was now or never. "Actually, I have an offer for you," I said, taking a deep breath. "I'd love to taste your shit...and I wonder if you'd be willing to, you know...spread your asshole over my mouth next time you have to go."
She hesitated for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Oh my god, you're serious?!"
"One hundred percent," I said, nodding vigorously.
To my surprise, she didn't dismiss me outright. In fact, she seemed intrigued. "Well, you sure are confident," she said, biting her lip playfully. "Alright, let's see if you're as good as you say you are."
She exchanged numbers with me, and before I knew it, there she was, standing in front of me, wearing nothing but her heels and a mischievous grin. "Let's get to it then," she said, sashaying over to the bed. "I had a crapload of tacos for dinner, so I'm brimming with goodness just waiting to be tasted."
She climbed onto the bed, her asscheeks spreading apart like jaws ready to devour. My heart raced as I climbed up beside her, my tongue practically hanging out of my mouth. She giggled and wiggled her ass enticingly. "Go on then," she said, smirking. "Feast your eyes and show me what you're made of."
I leaned in, my face mere inches from her supple rear. The scent of her perfume mixed with the tangy scent of her shit, and it was intoxicating. I couldn't resist any longer. With one swift move, I opened my mouth wide and plunged my tongue deep into her inviting asshole.
She let out a gasp of surprise, but it quickly turned into a moan of pleasure. I lapped at her juices greedily, savoring the unique flavor that only a woman's shit could offer. She held onto the bedposts, arching her back and pushing her ass back towards me. It was clear that she was enjoying this as much as I was.
With each passing moment, her pile of shit grew larger and larger. She couldn't hold it in any longer, and I couldn't have been happier about it. She leaned forward, her hands resting on my shoulders for support. I could feel her insides pulsing, about to release its precious cargo.
Just when I thought I couldn't handle any more, she let out a long, low growl and unleashed her fury. Wave after wave of thick, rich shit filled my mouth. I swallowed eagerly, barely coming up for air between each bite. It was nauseating, disgusting, and absolutely perfect.
As her final spasm subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. "Damn, that was intense," she murmured, smiling widely. "I might have to find you again for another taste."
I grinned back at her, feeling more satisfied than I ever thought possible. "I'd like that," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "You haven't disappointed me once."
