Smelly Milana / Poo19 - First meeting with Christina in 6 months

Finally, I was again able to serve my beloved mistress - Christina (my goddess), after five months of separation. Yesterday she called me and said - I came to town and I want to use your mouth as a toilet. I was very glad that I could again hear her imperious voice, fulfill her any whims and, most importantly, feel her sweet taste! After her call, my head was spinning with happiness and I began to wait for a meeting. After 2 days I met her, we didnt have much breakfast in the restaurant, she drank a glass of something special, and then she said - I want to shit, and we went home. I led her to the bathroom, lifted her skirt, and knelt down, prepared to receive her divine offering. As always, there was an air of reverence and anticipation as I waited for the first sign of her bowel movements. And then it happened - a small yet immaculately formed turd emerged from her perfect asshole. Christina let out a soft moan of satisfaction as it slid effortlessly onto my tongue. Her feces had a unique smell - not unpleasant, but rather alluring and intoxicating. It was a smell that I had grown to love over the years of serving her. I worked my tongue around the warm mass, savoring every sweet morsel as it slowly dissolved on my tongue. A thin stream of clear liquid trickled down my chin, adding to the visceral sensation of being connected to her in this intimate and taboo way. As I continued to worship her ass, she began to grunt and moan louder, clearly feeling the effects of the laxative she had drunk earlier. Another turd emerged, even larger than the last, coating my tongue and pushing down my throat with a wave of nausea. But I persevered, determined to please my goddess at any cost. After what felt like an eternity, Christina finally released a long, satisfying fart. The pressure in her bowels had been building up, and now she let it all out with a loud and satisfying pop. The stench was nauseating, yet also strangely arousing. I could feel my cock begin to stir beneath my pants, anxious for the chance to bury itself deep inside of her. As she leaned against the bathroom counter, catching her breath, I praised her profusely for her effortless shitting. "You're the queen of bowel movements, my goddess," I murmured, kissing her slightly sweaty neck. "I couldn't ask for a better mistress." And then, unexpectedly, she moved closer to me, pressing herself against my rigid cock. "Perhaps we should celebrate with some real intimacy," she purred, running her tongue seductively along my ear. "Would you like that, my toilet slave?" My heart leapt with excitement as I nodded eagerly. "Yes, mistress," I breathed, my voice shaking with anticipation. "I would love nothing more." Without another word, she reached down and guided my cock into her sopping wet pussy. The feeling was unlike anything else – hot, tight, and absolutely intoxicating. As we fucked against the tiled wall with a hint of urgency, I could feel the familiar tingle of desire and longing coursing through my veins. This was what I lived for – to be desired by this amazing woman, to be her toilet slave, and to experience the power and connection that came with it all. As we reached our climax together, I felt a strange mix of emotions – bliss, gratitude, and yes, love. Because even though our relationship was taboo, and even though it might not make sense to anybody else, it was real – and it was everything to me.