Toilet Slaves Scatology - Schoolgirls Shit on Me and I Love It! - Part 3

The excitement was building within me as Miss Smith walked out of the room, her ample behind swaying sensually beneath her tight skirt. I knew that the next moment would bring me closer than ever to fulfilling my deepest desires. With a soft swish, Miss Johnson entered the room, her high heels clicking against the tile floor. In her hands, she held a toilet seat coated in a thick layer of warm, steaming feces and urine. She walked up to me and placed it in front of my face, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

Shivering with anticipation, I lowered my head and began to lick the feces off the toilet seat. It tasted disgusting, yet at the same time, incredibly arousing. As I licked, I could feel my cock growing harder and harder behind my stretchy uniform skirt. I knew that soon, I would get to taste the excrement that my own feces had been mixed with.

My heart raced as Miss Johnson returned with another toilet seat. This time, there was a distinctly different smell wafting from it - the smell of fresh, hot girl shit. She placed the seat in front of me and nodded towards it, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Without another thought, I leaned forward and began to lick the smear of shit off the cold porcelain. The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced before - it was both repulsive and irresistible, like a drug that I couldn't get enough of.

The next few minutes were a blur of toilet seats and pungent smells. My mind was consumed by the sensations coursing through my body - the mixture of fear and excitement, the shame and arousal. I didn't know how much longer I could last, but I knew that I didn't want this experience to end. I was living out my filthiest fantasies, and nothing else mattered.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Miss Johnson spoke. "Excellent work, toilet slave," she purred, her voice sweet and dripping with sarcasm. "Now it's time for the grand finale." She walked over to the sink and opened a small drawer, revealing a jar filled with what looked like chocolate syrup. "Eat this," she commanded, pushing the jar towards me. "And remember, every drop must be swallowed."

I nodded obediently, my eyes never leaving the jar. Inside, I knew what I would find - the thick, gooey mix of my own feces and the girl-shit I had been licking off the toilet seats. But I also knew that this was the moment I had been waiting for. With trembling hands, I unscrewed the lid and plunged my finger into the jar, bringing up a large glob of the disgusting mixture. It was warm and sticky, sticking to my finger like honey.

I buried my face in the jar and started to suck on my finger, trying to ignore the taste of shit and urine. It was revolting, yet at the same time, I felt a pulse of electricity shoot through my body. This was it - this was what I had been craving. I kept sucking on my finger, trying to draw out every last drop of the foul concoction, my mind lost in a haze of filth and pleasure. When the jar was finally empty, I looked up at Miss Johnson, my eyes glazed over with lust and submission.

"Very good," she cooed, patting me on the head like a pet. "Now get back to class, you disgusting little toilet slave. And remember, next time you see me, you better be ready to do your job."

Still trembling with desire, I made my way back to class, my mind reeling with the memories of what had just happened. I knew that I couldn't wait to get my hands on another toilet bowl, to taste more of that exquisite filth. And as the day dragged on, I couldn't help but wonder when my next chance would come - and what horrors and pleasures it might bring.