Love to Shit Girls - My Poop Slave

My poop slave kneels before me, his eyes fixed on my naked anus, already glistening with anticipation. He parts his lips and extends his tongue, ready to taste my upcoming piles of filth. I grind my hips forward, letting him feel the weight of my cum buried deep in my bowels. I lick my lips, savoring the taste of his saliva mixed with my precum. It's the perfect combination of flavors. I let out a contented sigh, preparing myself for the indulgence that lies ahead. The feel of his tongue on my asshole sends shivers down my spine. I crack open a bottle of strawberry wine, taking a long swig before standing up. I bend over, giving him a clear view of my dripping asshole. My cum is dripping steadily now, making it easier for him to lubricate my anus. As his tongue slips deeper inside, I moan loudly, throwing my head back in ecstasy. His hands wrap around my thighs, pulling me closer so he can lap up every last drop of my love juices. I feel the first stirrings of my turd in my bowels. It's huge, and I know it's going to be a masterpiece. I lean forward, placing both hands on his head, and grunting as the poop travels down my intestines. The pressure builds, and suddenly the first giant glob of dookie bursts from my asshole, landing squarely on his open mouth. He eagerly chomps down on the poop, savoring every bite. I can hear him moaning between mouthfuls, begging for more. I let out a long, slow stream of shit, carefully aiming it so it spills tongiht onto his open mouth. Cheeks hollowed, he swallows every last bit of my shit, his mouth forming a perfect 'O' of satisfaction. The feeling in my bowels is indescribable; it's like a mixture of intense pleasure and heavy relief. I could fill his mouth with more turds until the end of time and never grow tired of it. But for now, I take a moment to enjoy the sight of him, his face and hands covered in my warm, sticky shit. I reach down again, my hand moving slowly between my cheeks. The tip of my middle finger slips into my asshole, feeling for any stray pieces of poop that might have been missed by my slave. His tongue traces circles around my anus while he watches intently as I dig through my own shit, retrieving a shiny little treasure for him to eat. I pick it up with my finger, bringing it close to his mouth. "Here," I say, my voice breathy with excitement. "Eat it." He opens his mouth eagerly, and I smear the shit across his lips with my finger. "Delicious," he murmurs around my digit. I moan softly, unable to contain my pleasure anymore. As I reach for another piece of treasure, I see his hand moving towards my ass, and I know what he wants. Without hesitation, I spread my cheeks apart, giving him access to my soiled hole. His tongue splays, pressing against the insides of my asshole, lapping up every last drop of shit that clings to my insides. His fingers probe deeper, searching for more hidden treasure. I can feel him grinning around my ass, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. Together, we create a symphony of filth and pleasure. He cleans my asshole with his tongue while his fingers search for more shit to eat. And as the last morsels are savored and swallowed, we both look up, our eyes meeting in a shared understanding. It's not about what's considered taboo or disgusting; it's about the raw, primal pleasure that comes from sharing something so personal. And so, we continue our ritual, My poop slave and I - connected by our twisted love for all things shitty.