Madame Ellen Expert in scat - Madame Ellen: eat my shit, shithouse!

"Yes, Mistress," I said, my voice trembling as I kneeled before her. Madame Ellen was a woman of unmatched beauty and power, and it was an honor just to be in her presence. I felt my cock twitching in anticipation, longing to taste the rich aroma of her ass. She leaned down menacingly, her full breasts pressing against my forehead as she locked eyes with me. "YouPathetic worm, kneel down and listen to what the Mistress tells you," she growled. "Yes, Mistress," I repeated, my face buried in the crook of her arm as I inhaled her scent. "Then you open your mouth, drink my piss like my slave, and see what a big load of shit I have for you. I'll feed you, little by little, until you've eaten everything. Do you understand me?" she asked, her tone cold and commanding. "Yes Mistress," I replied, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting both her piss and shit. With that, Madame Ellen stepped back from me. She slowly lifted up her long black skirt, revealing the full majesty of her ass. It was plump, round, and glistening with sweat. A soft, inviting noise escaped my lips as I gazed upon it. Slowly, she leaned forward, her hands resting on the edge of a wooden toilet seat. For one tense moment, I wondered if I would be allowed to taste her before she spoke again. "Kiss it, you disgusting toilet," she murmured, her voice almost kind. I leapt forward, pressing my lips against her ass cheek. It was warm and slightly tacky from her sweat, and the faint stink of her asshole made me shiver with delight. "Now take off your pants," she commanded. "No, no, leave them on. For now." She chuckled darkly, and I felt my stomach flip over with anticipation. "Kneel here and take me in your mouth. Taste me, taste all of it." Without another word, I sank to my knees before her. Her ass gaped open invitingly, the pungent odor of her shittery rising in the air. I parted my lips and leaned forward, just as she let out a long, juicy fart. It filled my mouth, making me gag but forcing me to swallow. The flavor was intense, like rich, oily soil. She let out a satisfied sigh as I struggled to breathe through my nose. "That's it, slave," she murmured. "You want more, don't you?" Her hand snaked down between us, her fingertips brushing against my cock. "Go ahead, pleasure yourself while you taste me. We both know you can't resist." My fingers found their way to my own cock, stroking it slowly as I continued to suck on her pungent opening. She let out another fart, this one much smaller but no less disgusting. It coated my tongue and slid down my throat, making me feel even more submissive. "Yes, that's it," she purred. "You're such a dirty boy, aren't you? You love eating my shit, don't you?" She reached down and grabbed handfuls of my hair, thrusting her ass further into my face. I moaned around her ass, unable to deny the truth of her words. The taste of her shit, the feeling of her feces filling my mouth... it was exhilarating. "Yes, Mistress," I whispered, my voice muffled by her sweet stench. "Please, may I have more?" "Of course, slave," she said, her tone softening. "You want me to shit in your mouth, don't you?" Her gaze held mine as she waited for my response. "Yes, Mistress," I moaned. "Please." With that, she grunted loudly. A large, hot load of shit landed in my mouth, filling it to the brim. I sucked hard on her ass, drinking in every last drop of her divine filth. And as she let out a contented sigh, I knew that I would never be the same again.