Fecal Luxury - Santa Diarrhea

As luck would have it, on this joyous Christmas Eve, I found myself at the doors of Fecal Luxury. My heart raced with anticipation as I knelt before the towering figure of Madam Tulpan, who towered over me with her immense size and regality. I had heard whisperings of her toilet slave training techniques, and the fact that she became especially severe on Christmas. Little did I know my wish for a particularly foul fetish to be fulfilled would come true this very night.

Madam Tulpan regarded me with a mix of contempt and amusement. She let out a resounding sigh, signaling the beginning of my ordeal. She took a step back and allowed an unexpected gush of diarrhea to flow from her ass. Fountains of celebratory diarrhea shot into the air and landed squarely in my mouth, painting my face with a coating of warm, thick feces. The taste was exquisite, rich with the flavors of her festive meal.

She didn't stop there. With an evil grin, she continued pushing until the last drop had fallen from her ass. She stood, admiring her handiwork, as I struggled to keep my mouth open, filled with her sweet, rich diarrhea. Then, just when I thought the humiliation could not get any worse, she raised her leg and aimed her piss-soaked pussy directly at my exposed face. Hot, salty water mixed with her feces, creating a soup of filth that I couldn't help but swallow greedily.

Despite my discomfort, a small part of me was aroused by her dominance. I looked up at her, my lips dripping with her excrement. She smiled cruelly and gestured for me to approach her. I did so cautiously, mindful of the turds that clung to my skin. She placed her hand on my head and guided me towards her asshole.

As I approached her dark moist crack, I could smell the foul odor of shit wafting up from her ass. She was still pushing, and fresh globs of feces oozed out of her gaping asshole. Despite the danger of getting my face splattered with her shit, I dutifully lowered my head and began licking her asshole clean. It was like licking a toilet bowl, but the taste made me shudder with pleasure. As I worked, she farted loudly in my mouth, filling it with her noxious gas and forcing more shit out of her ass. All the while, I continued to lick, driven by the perverse excitement coursing through my veins.

Covered in a thick layer of shit, I could barely see where I was going. My tongues ached from the abuse it had been put through. But Madam Tulpan was unyielding. She stuck her finger into her asshole, covered with shit, and I was forced to lick every inch of her finger clean. Then she sat on my face, her fat ass hovering above my mouth like a dark, forbidden planet.

She began pushing. Liquid shit squeezed between the cheeks of her ass, filling my mouth and running down my throat. I couldn't contain the joy of such delights and the Christmas spirit in general. My cock, hidden beneath me, began to throb and leak pre-cum. I felt overwhelmed with the sensations coursing through my body. It was pure, unadulterated filth, and I was addicted to it.

I couldn't believe what I was experiencing. Licking her asshole, being covered in shit, having her piss and diarrhea forcefully pumped into my mouth. And yet, there was a part of me that yearned for more. A part of me that desperately craved the taste of human waste. I found myself crawling towards her again, anxious for another taste of her forbidden fruit. And so, the night went on, filled with humiliation and filth, but also an exhilarating sense of taboo pleasure that I had never known before. Until next time...