Amanda was a goddess, a scat goddess to be exact, and she knew it. Her large round ass was her greatest asset, and she reveled in the attention it received. Tonight she had a special treat planned for her admirer. She placed a glass jar underneath her plush behind, carefully positioning it right between her cheeks. Her ass cheeks were perfectly painted with the telltale signs of a recent, delicious meal. With a deep breath, she let go, feeling the warmth spread between her legs as her feces began to seep into the jar. The feeling of release was exquisite, and she moaned softly, knowing exactly how much this must turn her worshipper on.
As she continued to poop, she savored the moment, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. She leaned forward slightly, allowing the rush of her waste to flow more freely into the jar. She couldn't help but grind her hips gently from side to side, feeling the thick hot mass of her shit coating the insides of the jar. It was a powerful feeling, one that made her pussy tingle with anticipation. Finally, she pushed the last of it out, a thick log of chocolate-colored dookie that stretched almost to the top of the jar. She looked down at her handiwork with satisfaction. The jar was now filled to the brim with her divine excretions.
Amanda took the jar and held it up for her admirer to see. "Here you go," she purred, "A present just for you. My delicious, creamy chocolate shit." She smiled wickedly as she watched him salivate at the thought of what lay inside. The aroma alone was enough to make any man's cock harden. "Enjoy every last drop," she whispered huskily before placing the jar on a pedestal next to her throne.
She knew that he was eager, and so she let him worship her ass for hours. She moaned and groaned as he licked up every speck of her shit, cleaning her until she was smooth and glistening. He worked his tongue into her most private folds, tasting her Amanda flavor as he kissed her ass hole. It felt so good to be so desired. She couldn't help but spread her legs wider, inviting him in deeper. When at last he climbed between her thighs and buried his face in her pussy, she threw her head back in ecstasy, her slender fingers tangling in his hair.
He lapped at her clit, sucking it into his mouth with the skill of a true pro. His tongue was rough, yet gentle against her sensitive flesh and she came hard, crying out his name as she gave in to the waves of pleasure washing over her. Finally, she pulled him up and straddled his face, lowering herself onto his lips. She rode him hard, grinding herself against him until they both came again.
As the evening wore on, their passion grew. They moved together like a well-oiled machine, their bodies synchronized in their quest for pleasure. In between rounds of intense lovemaking, she allowed him to drink more of her shit, savoring the power it gave her over him. She loved seeing him lose control, losing himself in her stinky ass and creamy shit. It was the ultimate show of devotion.
Throughout it all, Amanda couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She was the Scat Goddess, and she knew she had found her true follower. As morning's first light crept into the room, they collapsed together, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his face buried in her ass crack. Amanda smiled contentedly, knowing that there would be many more nights like this one. For tonight, she was finally at peace with her divine gift, and she reveled in the knowledge that she had found someone who appreciated it just as much as she did.
