Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Feeding in the car!

Smelly Milana was just driving along when her phone buzzed with an unexpected message. It was from her good friend Christine, who had sent her a sad face emoticon and a simple but urgent request: "I want to shit."

Milana groaned inwardly. Of all the times for Christine to need her help! She glanced at her dashboard clock - it was already mid-afternoon. The city streets were busy, and finding a suitable public toilet would be nearly impossible. Not to mention the fact that today, Milana was already maxed out on her duties as a toilet slave to her other mistresses.

She took a deep breath and decided on a risky but potentially effective plan. Setting her jaw, she pulled over to the side of the road and jumped out of her car, quickly moving around to the driver's side window. She knocked on the glass, making a face at Christine and mouthing the words, "Sorry, I've gotta do it myself today."

Christine looked surprised but understanding, and rolled her eyes as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "Fine, fine," she muttered, climbing out of the car. "Just make it quick, okay?"

Once Christine was safely out of the car, Milana hopped back in and slammed the door shut. She took a moment to gather her courage, knowing exactly what she was about to do. She reached down between her legs and sighed in anticipation as she felt her full, heavy ass cheeks pressing against the cold leather seat. She couldn't wait any longer - it was time to finally let loose.

With a loud groan, Milana released her bowels, feeling the warm, smelly stream of shit flow out of her and down into the car's gaping maw. She leaned back, closing her eyes as the weight of her load lifted from her gut and she let out a long, satisfied sigh. "Ahh, much better," she murmured, wiping her hands on her jeans.

Satisfied at last, Milana clambered back out of the car and turned to see Christine standing there with her hands on her hips, looking none too pleased. "So what now?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Milana grinned, unbuttoning her jeans and lowering them to her knees. "Now," she said, gripping her meaty, hairy asscheeks, "I serve you right here, in my car." She gave her ass a hard, reassuring squeeze before releasing it, leaving her jeans around her ankles. "After all," she added, "I am the princess of toilet slavery, and I'll do whatever it takes to take care of my subjects."

Christine rolled her eyes but couldn't help but feel a small thrill at Milana's boldness. She squatted down over the open car door, careful not to touch any of the filthy mess inside. "Well, get on with it then," she muttered, spreading her legs wide as she presented her puckered rear to her friend.

Without another word, Milana sank down onto her knees between Christine's legs, positioning herself just right. She reached out carefully, her fingers trembling with anticipation as she lifted Christine's heavy ballsack and aimed her mouth at the pink, glistening opening of her ass. With one final deep breath, she leaned in close and took Christine's ass deep into her mouth, feeling her tongue bathe the walls of her friend's asshole in warm, wet pours of sloppy appreciation.

As she began to lap at Christine's ass, Milana glanced up to see Christine's face contorted in delight and shock. With each passing moment, it became clearer that she was enjoying this experience more than she ever could have imagined. And with that knowledge, Milana found herself growing bolder and more adventurous, reaching her long fingers inside Christine's pussy and rubbing her clit just so, feeling the love tunnel throbbing and pulsing around her fingers as she continued to feast on her friend's delicious ass.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was really just a few minutes, Milana pulled away, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand before standing up to admire her handiwork. She grinned proudly as she looked down at the mess she'd made inside the car, a thick pool of ass juices and saliva coating the floor, with strands of Christine's shit hanging from the ceiling of the car. "There you go," she said, stepping back to admire her work. "Cleaned up and ready for the next adventure."

Christine leaned against the car, breathing heavily, her mind reeling from the intense mixture of pleasure and humiliation she'd just experienced. "I can't believe you just did that," she whispered, shaking her head in wonder. "But I have to admit... it was kind of hot."

Milana grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "I told you," she said, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them back up. "I'm the princess of toilet slavery, and I always deliver."

With that, she climbed back into the car and started the engine, leaving Christine standing there in shock and awe. And as she drove away, Milana couldn't help but smile to herself, knowing that she'd just added another layer of taboo delight to their already intense friendship.