Sweet Betty Parlour - Slave feeding / Dirty CreamPie

In the lavishly appointed Sweet Betty Parlour, a slave knelt before his mistress, his nose inches from a mountain of fresh feces. He trembled with anticipation as his mistress spoke. "You know what to do," she purred, her voice dripping with menace. With trembling hands, the slave taken a large scoop of the steaming pile and brought it to his mouth. He started to lick it eagerly, savoring the tangy taste of excrement. His mistress watched him with delight, her dark eyes gleaming. As he worked his way through the pile, his mistress stepped closer, letting her robe slip open to reveal her perfectly round ass. "Look at that, slave," she said, spreading her cheeks to reveal her glistening chocolate starfish. "Would you like a taste?" The slave couldn't believe his ears. He nodded fervently, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting his mistress's delicious ass. She leaned over, presenting him with her moist opening. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and plunged his tongue deep inside her. He began to lap at her juices eagerly, groaning as the taste of her sweetness mixed with the acrid tang of his own feces-tainted mouth. His mistress moaned in approval, reaching down to stroke his hair. "You're such a good little slave," she cooed. Suddenly, she pushed him away, laughing. "Now clean yourself up," she commanded. With trembling hands, he reached for a warm, wet washcloth and began to scrub his face clean of his mistress's offerings. Once he was squeaky clean, she turned back to him, her eyes alight with mischief. "Now it's my turn," she purred. She strutted over to a chair, her thong-clad ass swinging enticingly. "Remove my thong," she ordered. The slave did as he was told, his heart pounding in his chest as he saw his mistress's glistening asshole on full display. She smiled wolfishly at him, then turned around and lowered herself onto the chair. "Fuck me," she ordered. Without hesitation, the slave positioned himself behind her, his cock already hard as a rock. He pushed it against her pussy, feeling the warmth of her body envelope him. With one powerful thrust, he was inside her, groaning as he felt her wet heat surround him. He began to pound into her, his hips slapping against her plump bottom cheeks. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by moans of pleasure from both parties. As he neared orgasm, he looked down at his mistress's glistening ass, inspiring him to drive even deeper. And then, as he felt his climax approaching, he could wait no longer. He pulled out, spurting his hot cum deep inside her feces-filled pussy. As he collapsed onto the floor, exhausted, he looked up to see his mistress grinning at him, her eyes full of pride. "That," she whispered, "was a perfect dirty creampie." And with those words, the Sweet Betty Parlour was once again filled with the heady aroma of excrement, sex, and female satisfaction.