As the prom queen continued to release her foul-smelling leftovers onto the face of the humiliated school teacher, he tried his best to endure the noxious aroma and taste. His attempts to breathe through his nose were futile, as the stench alone was enough to make him gag. But he was determined to please his mistress in any way possible, so he continued to lap up every last drop of her excrement with relish.
His tongue danced across the rough surface of her exposed, smelly asshole, digging into the crevices where smaller turds had become stuck. With each lap, the disgusting remnants of her meal slipped down his throat, filling him with a sense of both nausea and perverse satisfaction. He couldn't believe how far he'd fallen from his dignified position as a respected educator to this pathetic state of submission.
The queen seemed pleased with his efforts, as she moaned softly and ground her hips against his face. She let out a contented sigh as she felt the last of her load disappear into his willing mouth. With a final push, she pulled her dripping ass off his face, leaving a film of fresh drool and shit on his skin.
"Good boy," she purred, reaching down to stroke his hair fondly. "You're such a natural-born toilet slave. Now, it's time for you to clean yourself up." She giggled as she watched him struggle to his feet, feeling the weight of his own scat-filled bowels pressing against his bladder.
Blushing deeply, the teacher stumbled over to the nearby toilet and sat down. With a groan of relief, he emptied his own loaded asshole into the water, watching as the scat began to swirl around in the bowl. As he flushed away his humiliation, he couldn't help but wonder when, or even if, he would ever find a way out of this sickening yet addictive lifestyle.
