Love to Shit Girls - My Shit Is Your Life

As the eager subject knelt before his divine Mistress, their gazes locked together in a silent communion that echoed between them like whispered secrets. She was Love to Shit Girls, the one true Goddess of scat fetishism, and he was her humble servant. He felt both honored and terribly exposed as the warm weight of her shit pressed against his lips, eager to be tasted. In response, he opened his mouth wide, letting her power fill his mouth as he parted his lips to the hilt. A gentle sigh of satisfaction escaped him as he savored the unique flavor of her fecal ambrosia. She watched him intently, her eyes glinting with the desire to see him consume not just her poop, but also her very being. And so he did, swallowing every last drop of her precious shit as if it were the nectar of the gods. As he lifted his head from between her legs, he found her smiling down at him with satisfaction. "My little toilet," she cooed, running her fingers through his hair. "You always know how to please your Goddess." She let out a contented sigh, leaning back against the marble pillars that supported the beautiful medieval-style balcony where they stood. The sun beat down upon them, the warmth of its rays mixing with the heat of their shared fetish, creating an atmosphere of intense sensuality. Below them, in the shadow of the balcony, lay a luxurious pool, its clear blue waters glistening invitingly. It was there that she often relieved herself, and it was there that he would take on the role of toilet, cleaning up her messes with his tongue and convulsively hungry lips. With a flick of her wrist, Love to Shit Girls indicated that he should move closer to the edge of the balcony. As he complied, she grabbed onto his head and pulled him forward, positioning his face over the side of the railing. With a triumphant grin, she let loose a stream of steaming diarrhea, aiming it directly into his open mouth. He swallowed, his esophagus contracting involuntarily as she seemed to be milking every last drop of pleasure from his body. When she was finally done, she pulled him up to stand beside her once again, their bodies pressed together as if they were one being. "You make me feel so wonderful, my little toilet," she breathed, nuzzling her nose against his. "I could do this forever, with you by my side." Leaning against the railing, she lifted her skirt, exposing her perfectly rounded ass to him. "Why don't you clean me off a bit?" she suggested with a wicked grin. Without waiting for his response, she sank down onto the stone balustrade, presenting herself to him like an offering upon an altar. Kneeling back down between her legs, he reached out with eager hands, spreading her cheeks apart to reveal the pure white glistening globes of her ass. Lowering his face towards her asshole, he pressed his lips against her puckered hole, kissing it gently before pressing his tongue against it. She moaned softly, her hips rolling involuntarily as he began to lick and probe, cleaning her with practiced precision until she was spotless. She looked down at him, gratitude and desire mingling in her eyes. "Now come here, my little toilet," she purred. And so he did, moving up behind her until he was pressed tight against her. She could feel the growing erection pressing against her back, and she knew that he was just as aroused as she was. Lowering herself slowly onto his cock, she moaned softly as he slipped into her wet heat. "Oh, my God," he breathed against her ear, his hands finding their way around to cup her breasts. As they began to fuck, their movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies. They were one, bound together by their shared love of shit and all that it represented. The sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. A cool breeze swept across the balcony, carrying with it the sweet scent of their lovemaking. As they reached their climax together, their bodies shuddering with the force of their orgasms, they knew that this was more than just sex. It was a connection, a bond forged in the vilest of fetishes that somehow made them stronger, closer. In that moment, as they basked in the afterglow of their passion, they both knew that there was nowhere else in the world they'd rather be than right here, in this dirty, beautiful embrace - united by their love to shit girls and the sacred power of her feces.