PooAlina - Toilet slave quickly eats Alinas diarrhea with fart

PooAlina - The Toilet slave quickly eats Alina's diarrhea with a fart

In the private chambers of the dominant mistress, Alina, there lies a toilet slave, awaiting his next degrading task. The toilet slave eyed the beautiful mistress warily as she strutted toward him, a sly smirk playing on her full lips.

"Good morning, my toilet slave," she purred, her voice like silk and honey. "It's time for your morning duties."

The slave swallowed hard, his stomach already churning with anxiety. He knew what was coming, and he didn't like it one bit. But he dared not disobey his mistress, so he nodded obediently and followed her into the luxurious bathroom.

Alinas was already there, standing on the marble floor by the glittering golden toilet. She knew he was scared, and it only made her heart sing with delight. She positioned herself in front of him, her eyes boring into his, and spoke with a voice that was cold as ice and hot as fire.

"I have a little surprise for you this morning, my toilet slave," she said, her gaze flicking down to his crotch. "I've been very naughty. You're going to eat my diarrhea... and enjoy every delicious moment of it."

The slave felt a shudder run through him at the thought. He had done this many times before, but never with such relish. It made him feel sick just thinking about it, but he could not disobey his mistress. So, he knelt before her, his head bowed in submission, and waited for her command.

"Now, open your mouth wide," she commanded. And slowly, hesitantly, the slave obeyed. He felt her hand grasp the back of his head, pressing his face forward so that his lips parted, revealing the inside of his mouth. And then she thrust her finger into his mouth, pushing past his gag reflex until it touched the back of his throat. With a sudden force, she pushed her finger down, forcing him to swallow. The slave gagged and choked, but he managed to swallow everything she gave him.

Alinas watched with satisfaction as the slave tried to catch his breath, his cheeks hollowed out by the effort. "Now," she said, her voice softening slightly. "Eat my diarrhea."

The slave closed his eyes, preparing himself for the worst. He extended his tongue as far as he could, tasting the air for any unpleasant odors. But there were none. Instead, all he could taste was a strange sweetness, like he was licking sugar off a spoon.

Cautiously, he opened his eyes and looked down. There it was - a steaming pile of feces, glistening with moisture and topped with a generous helping of Alina's fart. His stomach churned again, but he forced himself to reach out and pick up a small piece between two fingers. He brought it to his mouth, lips parting in anticipation of the taste. And then he closed his eyes and took a bite.

At first, it was shocking - the sudden rush of heat, the acidic tang on his tongue. But as he chewed and swallowed, he couldn't help but notice the strangest thing of all. It actually tasted... good. The sweetness from before had been replaced by a warm, inviting flavor that made him want more. So he ate greedily, pushing the pile of poo aside to get at the freshest pieces.

But as he ate, he began to feel strange. It wasn't just the taste in his mouth - it was everywhere. His throat burned, as if he'd drunk whiskey instead of swallowed air. And suddenly, he realized why. Alina must have given him a laxative last night, before sending him to bed. She'd played her little trick and hadn't told him until now. She was laughing inside, at his humiliation and at the erotic thrill that she knew would follow. And he couldn't help but smile too, even as he felt the hot liquid seeping out of him, dripping down his leg and onto the floor.

When he was finally finished, he looked up at his mistress, his eyes bright with curiosity and desire. "Was it everything you wanted it to be?" he whispered, wondering if she would be pleased with his performance. She smiled down at him, a smile that was both cruel and loving. "More than I ever could have imagined," she purred, her voice like silk and honey. And with that, she turned and walked away, her magnificent ass swaying gently in the breeze, leaving him there to clean up the mess they'd made together.