Toilet Slaves Scatology - Shy Ladys Blossoming Anus!

Original Content: The shy lady walked to my room and pulled down her panties, which smelled faintly of piss and vinegar. She must've have been wearing her panties for days now. In her forties, the woman's anus was full and round, which meant she had been keeping her shit in for a few hours and was about ready to explode. She bit her lip as she pushed out a large wave of warm fart that sounded like tiny bike horn. Her anus began expanding insanely, twice, thrice its size as the massive turd escaped the confines of her rectum. Her shit smelled like days old meat mixed with vinegar, too. It was massive, a dollop and a half, and it splashed wetly on my face before I began swallowing it piece by piece. I love wet dollops of shit, they're tasty and easy to swallow, and I can smear them on my slave skin all day long. She squirmed in pleasure as I pushed my tongue inside her anus, my face rubbing against her swollen clit, her juices and warm shit mixing together. "Ahhhhh," she moaned as she grabbed onto the edge of the toilet seat to steady herself. Her body quivered with each deep thrust of my tongue, her muscles clenching around me. The next turd was even bigger than the first, pressing against her insides until it could no longer be contained. With a sound of relief, she pressed out another massive dollop, this time twisting her pelvis to aim right at my mouth. The yellow-brown mess splattered against my tongue, filling my mouth with its vile yet intoxicating taste. As she shat out one massive turd after another, I lapped up every drop of her juices and swallowed every bite of her shit. She was a natural-born toilet slave, her body made for such intimate contact with hers. I loved the way her ass cheeks jiggled with each push, her moans of pleasure echoing through the room. When she finally finished, I stood up to give her a pat on the back, my hands sticky with her shit and piss. "You're a natural, my darling," I whispered in her ear, my breath heavy with the scent of her waste. A blush crept across her face as she stumbled over to the toilet and lowered herself onto the seat, still wearing her soiled panties. It was times like these that I realized how lucky I was to have found a true toilet slave, someone who not only enjoyed the act but truly embraced it. As she wiped herself clean with a flimsy piece of toilet paper, I knew that our bond would only grow stronger with each passing day, each turd, each drop of piss. This was our world now, our universe of shit and filth, and we were never going to stop exploring it together.