Fecal Luxury - Shit Sausage Deposit In Mouth

Madam Tulpan began my session by commanding me to kneel before her luxurious porcelain throne, my head bowed in submission. As the smell of her afternoon shit filled the room, she let loose a thunderous fart that rumbled through the air and resonated in my bones. My mouth watered in anticipation as her warm piss splashed onto my face and neck, followed by the unmistakable sound of her shitting into the toilet bowl. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of anticipation, Madam Tulpan lifted her perfect ass off the seat and positioned herself directly above my open mouth. She released a long, slow stream of her warm, supple shit into my waiting maw, filling it to brim with her soft, squelching fecal delights. Moaning softly at the decadent sensations coursing through my body, I savored every last bite as she gradually fed me more and more of her creamy fecal sausages. Her farts continued to batter my face and neck, the intoxicating scent replacing the floral perfume she wore moments ago. As I struggled to contain my own enthusiasm, Madam Tulpan took notice and chuckled darkly. "You seem quite taken with my feces," she purred, gently pressing her asscheeks against my mouth. "Perhaps I should indulge you further." With that, she dislodged a large, oozing turd from her anus and placed it directly on my tongue. It was bigger than any other lump of shit I'd ever encountered, and as it slid down my throat towards my quivering stomach, I felt tears of joy welling up in my eyes. Madam Tulpan grinned cruelly, her sharp teeth glistening in the dim light of the toilet cubicle. "Enjoy this," she whispered softly, before releasing another volcanic fart into my face. As she finally stood up, leaving me kneeling in a pool of my own filth and her shit-slicked puddle, Madam Tulpan reached down and grasped my chin firmly in her hand. "Remember," she hissed through clenched teeth, "this is all yours - every last piece of fecal luxury." And with that, she turned her back on me, waddling away into the adjacent bathroom. As I was left alone to clean up the mess we'd made together, I couldn't help but savor the memory of those precious moments locked in Madam Tulpan's scat-filled chamber. The feeling of her warm shit sliding down my throat, the intoxicating scent of her farts enveloping me like a blanket, and the indescribable sensation of being completely and utterly dominated by another human being - all of it combined into an orgasmic experience unlike any other.