Scat Fetish Story: Tasteys Treasures - Pick it up with your teeth

As soon as I hear the door close behind him, I start to undress. Slowly, sensually, I pull off each piece of clothing, letting it drop to the floor. My heart is pounding in anticipation of what's to come, and I can feel the heat rising between my legs. My ass is on full display in my see-through black thong. I bend over, pushing my round cheeks apart to show off my perfectly clean and puckered asshole. My breathing hitches as I wait for his reaction.

Slowly, slowly, I start to gyrate my hips, shaking my ass for him. The thong clings to my skin, highlighting every curve. I can feel my wetness growing, and I know he can sense it too. With every dip and swivel, I'm getting closer to his perfect little treat, the one I've been saving just for him. And he knows it too; the growl that escapes him makes me shiver with excitement.

Finally, I can feel him coming closer. His hot breath on my neck sends shivers down my spine, and suddenly he grabs my hips, thrusting his tongue deep into my ass. I gasp and push back against him, my legs trembling with the effort to stay upright. His hands slide up my sides, cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples. I arch my back, giving him better access to that sensitive spot behind me. He laps at it greedily, making me moan in pleasure.

And then, he releases me. It's my cue to bend over further, to stick out that perfect, puckered ass. My heart is hammering in my chest as I wait for the moment when he will unleash his fury onto my tight, eager asshole. I feel the warm, wet log sliding out of me, and then he's there, pressing up against me. His hands grip my hips tightly as he starts to push inside me.

It hurts at first—I wasn't expecting it to feel this good. But then the pain subsides, and it's just pure bliss. He starts to move, slow at first, then faster and harder. I cant help but moan as he hits that sweet spot over and over again. "Yes," I whisper, "Yes, fuck me like that. Take what's mine." My ass is his, and he knows it. He growls in response, pushing deeper inside me with each thrust. I can feel the power building inside him, and I know what's coming next.

Suddenly, he pulls out. "No," I protest, "Don't stop!" But he's already turning me around and pushing me down onto my hands and knees. I whimper a little as I feel him positioning himself behind me. And then, without warning, he slams into me, filling me up completely. I gasp at the sensation, my eyes rolling back in my head. "That's it," I pant, "Fuck me hard."

He obliges, his cock pistoning in and out of my tight ass. I can feel my orgasm building, getting closer and closer. I start to push back against him, meeting each thrust with a moan of ecstasy. My hands claw at the floor as I try to hold on to something, anything, to keep me grounded in this exquisite pain. And then he releases me, pouring his warm seed into my bowels. I collapse, panting hard, as he pulls out and steps back. "That," he pants, "was worth..." And then he's laughing, and I'm laughing too, because we both know it's not about the money. It's about the thrill of the chase, the power exchange, the taboo nature of it all. We've shared an intimate moment, one that we'll never forget. "Keep my coming back for more," I whisper as he zips up his pants and leaves the room.

Now, all that's left is for me to lean over and pick up the log he left for me. I take my time, savoring the anticipation. When I finally get it to my mouth, I close my eyes and bite down hard. The taste is unmistakable—it's all him. His essence, his power, flowing through me. With each chew, I feel a connection to him growing stronger. It's not just the act of swallowing his cum; it's the understanding that he's mine now, and I'm his. And that feels incredible.