Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Female defecation into slaves mouth after bathing

Christina and Victoria stepped out of the warm, cozy sauna into the cool autumn air. They were wrapped in towels, their bodies glistening with sweat. Beside them stood two slaves; Me and Bernar. We were both naked, heads bowed in reverence to our mistresses. In the sauna, the girls had indulged in their usual antics. They bathed each other, exchanged playful slaps on their bare skin, and teased us about our submissive roles. As always, I found myself captivated by their beauty, unable to take my eyes off the soft curves of their breasts and rounded asses. It was both thrilling and torturous to be so close yet powerless to act on my desires. After drying off, the girls decided it was time to address an important matter. They called us over and sat down on a wooden bench, their nude bodies glistening under the dim light. I could see the mischievous grins forming on their lips as they looked at us, anticipation written all over their faces. "Boys," began Victoria, her voice dripping with honey, "we have a little surprise for you tonight." She leaned forward, lowering her eyes in an elaborate tease that made my heart race. "We're going to take care of our business right here, in front of you. And we want you to enjoy every second of it." A chill ran down my spine at her words. I knew what was coming; I had seen it before in their eyes. But still, I couldn't help the surge of excitement that coursed through me. This was what we lived for, our sole purpose - to serve and please our mistresses, even if it meant enduring their most intimate moments. As if reading my thoughts, Christina stood up and stepped closer to Me. She ran her fingers through my hair, her touch sending shivers down my spine. Then, without any warning, she grabbed my head and pulled my face close to her perfect ass. "Open your mouth," she commanded in a husky voice. And so I did, obediently opening my mouth wide as I waited for what came next. A warm, faintly unpleasant smell filled my nostrils, hinting at what was to come. Then, just as suddenly, her asshole opened up, and I felt a thick, warm sausage of her shit pressing against my tongue. "Swallow," she said breathily. And so I did, forcing the bitter, stinky porridge down my throat as I tried not to gag on the overwhelming stench. As I choked and gagged, Victoria leaned in close, grinning wickedly at me before pushing her own steaming load into my open mouth. And so it went on. Back and forth between the two beautiful mistresses, their sweet smelling puddles filling my mouth, coating my tongue with their foul taste. By the end of it, my mouth felt like it was stuffed with sandpaper, my stomach churning from the unfamiliar sensation of being so full of shit. But even in that moment, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. This was our purpose, our role in this twisted game of power and submission. We were but pawns in their perverse fantasies, yet we couldn't help but crave more. Because even though it may be revolting, even though it may be degrading, there was something undeniably thrilling about being used in such a way. As the evening drew to a close, the girls stood up, stretching their supple bodies before dismissing us with a wave of their hands. We bowed our heads in submission, our minds already consumed with thoughts of what would happen the next time we were summoned to their filthy, depraved world. For now, we had to content ourselves with the bitter taste of their shit lingering on our tongues, a lingering reminder of our place in this dark and perverse world.