As the sun shone brightly outside, Betty couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she stood in front of her elegant parlor, admiring its refined appearance. Her aunt had left her the business a few years ago, and since then, Betty had worked tirelessly to maintain and improve its reputation. The doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of a new client. With a practiced smile, she greeted him, ushering him inside.
The client, a tall man with a sleazy grin, introduced himself as Mr. Johnson. He explained his request: he wanted to treat his wife to a luxurious day at the parlour. Betty understood the type and nodded understandingly, her heart racing at the thought of what was to come. Mr. Johnson was undressed and lying face down on the table within minutes, ready for her divine touch.
She began by applying a smooth layer of her famous chocolate body paint, taking care to ensure every inch of his back was covered. Her hands moved sensually over his skin, making him squirm with anticipation. She then moved on to her signature move – the 'whipped cream' treatment. A cool, fluffy mixture filled a silicone glove that she snapped onto one hand. With gentle yet firm strokes, she spread the cream across his ass cheeks. His breathing quickened as she slowly worked her way towards his butt crack, teasing him with the soft flick of her flogger.
As she kneaded and massaged his firm, round cheeks, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. The sound of his heavy breathing and the sight of his flushed skin only turned her on more. Suddenly, Mr. Johnson let out a gasp. Confident yet playful, Betty asked if it tickled. His response was a muffled "Shit, yes!" She couldn't resist; pulling down her pink panties, she positioned herself above him and slowly lowered her divine ass onto his eager mouth.
"Take that! Shit eater!" She exclaimed as she grinded down onto his face, feeling the warm, wet tongue explore her anus. She moaned in pleasure, her breath coming in short gasps as she slowly pressed her weight into his face. His struggles beneath her only served to arouse her further. Reaching between her legs, she rubbed her swollen clit, intensifying her orgasm as she continued to take control.
The rush of power coursed through her body, driving her on. Her hips undulated uncontrollably, forcing his head deeper into her forbidden fruit. She looked down at him, a smirk on her lips as she watched the realization dawn on his face - this wasn't just about a treatment anymore. Deep down, she knew he loved it; the way he worshiped every inch of her divine ass.
With a final thrust, Betty released her hold on her pleasure, crying out in ecstasy. Her walls contracted around his face, coating it with her sweet nectar. Collapsing onto him, she whispered, "You're mine now, shit eater." Her words echoed in the silence of the room, their hearts pounding in unison.
As she caught her breath, Betty pulled up her panties and stepped back, surveying the satisfied look on his face. She knew he'd be going home to a satisfied wife and a newly-transformed husband. A slow, wicked grin spread across her face as she realized she'd played him perfectly. Today, she'd not only given him the ultimate day at the parlour – she'd taken his soul too.
