Love to Shit Girls - Birthday Shit 4 Slave

In honor of her special day, the goddess had prepared an extravagant feast for you, her most devoted slave. You dressed in your finest attire, eagerly anticipating her arrival. When she finally arrived, you fell to your knees, head bowed in worship as she approached. Your heart raced with excitement as she unveiled her plans for the evening.

"Today is my birthday, slave," she announced, taking her seat upon the throne. "And as my gift, I've decided to treat you to a truly unique experience. Are you ready?"

With a nod, you assured her that you were. She leaned forward, her eyes shining with mischief. "Good. Tonight, you will be a vessel for my birthday shit. I want you to open your mouth wide and accept every single drop of it."

You parted your lips, your tongue seeping with anticipation. She smiled, reaching down to stroke her own pussy through her silk robes. "That's a good slave," she purred. "Now, you will watch as I pleasure myself, knowing that soon, my birthday shit will be flowing into your mouth."

She pulled her robes aside, revealing her perfectly sculpted body, flush with excitement. She was already wet with anticipation. She dipped a finger into her sweet juices, then extended it towards you. "Taste it," she commanded. "Taste your goddess's nectar."

With a trembling hand, you took her finger into your mouth, sucking softly on her tip. A moan escaped her lips as she watched the delight spread across your face. She leaned back, spreading her legs wide, inviting you to watch as she began to masturbate.

Your cock, trapped in a cage beneath, throbbed in time to her movements. Slowly, she lowered herself onto her fist, grinding her hips against it. "Suck my tits," she ordered. "Drink my divine milk."

Obediently, you brought your mouth to her perfect, pink nipples, taking them between your lips. She raised her hips, grinding her pussy against your face. The scent of her arousal filled your nostrils, driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

Finally, she pushed you away gently. "Not yet, slave," she said, her voice thick with desire. "You must wait for your birthday shit." She turned back to her toy, her face contorting in pleasure as she began to climax.

And then it came, the warm, soft explosion of her birthday shit. She released her hold on her pussy, letting the hot stream flow freely. "Open wide, slave," she commanded. You parted your lips, holding your breath as her hot nectar made contact with your tongue.

She did not stop there. She instructed you to masturbate furiously, to pleasure yourself as you tasted her divine gift. And as you did, she watched, her eyes glittering with delight. The scent of your own arousal mixed with hers, creating a heady aphrodisiac that drove you both to the brink of insanity.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she ordered you to swallow her gift. You did so willingly, every last drop of her birthday shit becoming a part of you. And then, she leaned forward, kissing you softly on the lips. "Happy birthday, my dear," she whispered. "Now let's celebrate together."

As you collapsed in exhaustion beneath her, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love and devotion towards your goddess. And in that moment, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. You were her slave, her toy, her everything.