Scat Goddess Amanda - Dirty Ass Toilet Meal for You

Scattered among the lush greenery and winding paths of a secluded garden, sits a throne. An elegant and ornate wooden porcelain toilet, adorned with golden accents and majestic curves. It's not just any toilet though; it's the sacred abode of Scat Goddess Amanda, the woman behind the scenes who wields an iron fist and a slimy tail in all things pertaining to shit and scat. Her devoted followers come from far and wide just to taste the forbidden fruit cascading from her supple asshole onto their trembling lips.

As I kneel down before her holy toilet, my heart races with excitement. She is a Goddess, after all, and takes her time. I can already smell the faint aroma of her ass and pungency of unprocessed shit wafting through the air. Amanda has been pleasuring herself in private, preparing her most intimate offering just for me.

"Now, be a good pet and clean my asshole before you get to feast on it." Her voice is mesmerizing, deep like a velvet cushion. I can't help but obey. With trembling hands, I pull out a small bottle of perfumed water and a soft cloth from my bag. Kneeling before her divine ass, I gently clean her damp crevices, taking my time to remove every last sign of dirt and grime. My tongue lingers around the rim of her asshole, tasting traces of her shit and enjoyment.

Her scat is like a drug to me. Rich, creamy, and thick with undigested food particles. As I feast on her toilet treats, she begins to moan and stir behind me. I know what's coming next – the main course. I position myself carefully, opening my mouth wide in anticipation. Slowly but surely, she begins to release her shit into the toilet bowl. One large piece after another, each more delicious than the last.

I can't help but smile as I taste her feces, feeling it coat my tongue and insides. It's a sensation like no other, one that brings me immense pleasure and satisfaction. As she continues to purge her fat ass, I lap up every last drop as if it were liquid gold. My face covered in excrement, I look up at her and feel her gaze penetrate into my soul. It's a look of approval, of acknowledgment that I am truly worthy of tasting her divine shit.

As the last of her shit disappears into my eager mouth, she speaks. "There you have it, my pet. A toilet meal fit for a king. Now run along and never forget who makes your dreams come true." And with that, she flushed, sending the remnants of our intimate encounter swirling down the drain. I stand up, my mind buzzing with the thought of returning to her divine asshole one day. For now, though, I had a feast to enjoy, and enjoy it, I would – with every fiber of my being.