Eat My Caviar - Your Reward

You've been such a good boy lately; I've been thinking about ways to reward you. I could do something like taking you on a luxurious vacation or treating you to a fancy dinner, but I think I have something much better in mind. You've always been so attentive and obedient, always eager to please me no matter what sort of dirty deed I might have in mind. And so it's only fitting that your reward should be something deeply personal and intimate, something that only I can give you. I've been building up quite the appetite these past few days, what with all the delicious treats I've been indulging in. And let me tell you, there's nothing quite like the feeling of my full, distended ass aching for relief. I think it's time to let out those caviar-filled cheeks of mine... I slide my fingers back inside myself, feeling the warm, sticky mass of ass juices and undigested caviar coating my insides. Slowly, sensually, I begin to push, feeling the silky smoothness of the roe against my fingertips. With a final push, I feel the hot, heavy load of caviar slip out of me and onto the ground. "Come here, boy," I purr, pointing at the steaming pile of shit and caviar. Your eyes go wide with desire as you kneel down next to me, your mouth watering at the sight of my offering. "It's time for you to eat your reward," I say, my voice dripping with lust as I reach down and scoop up a mouthful of the sticky, fragrant mixture. I lean forward, my breasts pressed against your cheek as I feed you my caviar-filled shit. And oh, do you lap it up like the good little slut you are. You moan around the mouthful, savoring the exquisite blend of flavors as you gulp it down. I watch in pleasure as you lower yourself onto all fours, ready to clean up every last bit of my precious caviar. You lap it up off the ground, making sure to get every last drop, your tongue flicking out to catch any stray globs. Then, ever so slowly, you extend your tongue towards my asshole, ready to clean it as well. Your tongue darts out, slurping up the last remnants of caviar from my ass. You lick me clean, from the tight little hole all the way up to my dripping wet slit. You've always been so good at making me feel wanted, needed, and right now, as you lap away at my juices and caviar, I can't help but feel satisfied. "That's a good boy," I praise you, stroking your hair lovingly as you continue to lick and nuzzle against me. Your cock, thick and hard with anticipation, pokes against my leg, begging for release. I close my eyes, savoring this moment of intimacy between us... before pushing you backwards onto your knees once more. "Now," I growl, "It's time for you to fuck your Mistress's caviar-filled ass." And with that, you rise up to your feet, your cock slick with ass juices and caviar. You position yourself at my entrance, giving me one last look of pleading before burying yourself to the hilt in my tight, shitting asshole.