Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Ass of Christina exploded in shit in front of me

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, Christina, the queen of shit and piss, decided to up the ante. She'd been collecting her foul-smelling waste for days, saving it up for just the right moment. That moment arrived when she called me into her chambers, cracked a devilish smile, and ordered me to prepare for her royal shitdown.

Shivering in anticipation, I knelt before her throne, my heart racing as her glistening asshole loomed closer. The stench of her unwashed cunt was almost overwhelming, and I could feel my own bowels begin to rumble in response. A thin ribbon of clear pre-cum oozed from my cockhead, testament to the power she held over me.

Christina grinned wickedly and leaned forward, angling her ass towards me. “Taste this, you filthy toilet slave,” she growled, spreading her cheeks wide. Her asshole was soft and supple, glistening with a thick layer of primeval slime. My tongue darted out, tracing the outline of her dark, inviting opening.

“Not that,” she snapped, slapping my face hard. “Take it all in.” And with that, she released the contents of her bowels directly into my eagerly waiting mouth.

It was like swallowing molten lava—hot, sticky, and filled with the bitter tang of stale shit. I gagged reflexively, but forced myself to keep going, swirling the foul-smelling sludge around my mouth before finally swallowing it down. Christina watched me with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.

“Good boy,” she purred, leaning back against the throne. “But you're not done yet. Fifty points for that." She made an obscene gesture with her hand, indicating I should eat her shit once again.

I didn't hesitate this time, diving right back into the warm, steaming pile. This time, it was even more disgusting, as chunks of undigested food mixed with the thick, putrid shit. I forced myself to swallow, my gag reflex almost overwhelming me.

Finally, when there was nothing left but the taste of shit in my mouth, Christina gestured for me to stand. “Now clean up," she ordered, pointing to a dirty spot on the floor. "With your tongue.”

Shaking with revulsion, I knelt before the spot, fumbling with my tongue until I managed to scoop up a nasty clump of dirt and grime. I dared not look at Christina as I leaned forward, stretching my tongue out as far as possible to reach the spot on her shoe. My tongue made contact with the sticky substance, and I could feel it squeezing between my teeth and off my tongue, coating the underside of my tongue.

When I pulled back, a thin thread of saliva connected my lips to the sole of her shoe, a stream of spit trailing behind it. I stood up, my face flushed with shame, but there was no way to escape the power she held over me. She was my mistress, my overlord, and I would do anything she asked—no matter how degrading or disgusting.

And so, I stood there, proudly displaying the glob of shit-covered spit on my tongue, waiting for my next command. Because in this world of toilet slavery and shit fetishes, I was nothing more than a pathetic worm—and I loved every disgusting second of it.