Toilet Slaves Scatology - Himaris Dry Turd!

Toilet Slaves Scatology: Himaris Dry Turd! The scent of fresh excrement filled the air as I anxiously awaited the arrival of my next visitor. My stomach churned with anticipation, eager to be filled with another succulent turd from my mistress. Time seemed to drag on endlessly, leaving me restless and irritable. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a figure that sent shivers down my spine. It was Himaris! A goddess amongst women, she possessed an unmatched beauty that left every man cowering in submission. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, shimmering in the low light of the room. Her voluptuous figure was accentuated by the tight black leather attire she wore, hinting at the delights that lay beneath. Himaris approached me slowly, her eyes blazing with desire. She could sense my hunger, and it excited her. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my face, her hot breath mingling with the scent of her body. I could feel her weight pressing against my cheeks, as if she was testing the limits of my submission. "Mmm, you're so ready for me, my little toilet slave," she purred. Her hands began to explore my body, tracing the lines of my shoulders before moving down to my chest. She squeezed her fingers together, pinching my nipples as she leaned in to whisper against my ear. "I've heard so much about your appetite, darling," she whispered, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "I'm going to give you the dry turd of your dreams." Her words sent a thrill coursing through me. A dry turd - no moisture, no warmth, just the pure, unadulterated taste of her feces. My heart raced as she slipped off her leather attire, revealing her naked body to me. Her breasts were perfect spheres of flesh, their nipples standing at attention in anticipation. I could feel my breath hitch in my throat as she climbed onto the toilet seat, positioning herself directly above me. "Open wide, my toilet slave," she commanded, her voice heavy with lust. And so, I did as I was told, opening my mouth wide to receive her offering. She lowered her perfect body onto the toilet seat, aligning her ass with my face. Slowly, she began to push, her anus expanding gently at first before suddenly opening up completely. A gush of hot, dry air hit my face, followed by the most exquisite taste imaginable. Her turd was unlike anything I had ever tasted before. It was dry, chalky, and had a distinct savory flavor that sent shivers down my spine. I chewed hungrily, relishing in every bite. As I did so, she began to rock her hips, moving her perfect ass back and forth over my face. I could feel her feces coating my tongue, filling my mouth with its unique flavor. My stomach churned with satisfaction as I swallowed every last morsel. This was what I existed for, what I craved - the taste of human feces on my tongue. As she rode me, grinding her ass into my face, I could feel the overwhelming surge of pleasure coursing through me. It was a high like no other, something that only a true scat fetishist could understand. And in that moment, as I was engulfed in the stench and taste of her dry turd, I knew that I would serve as her toilet slave for as long as she desired.