It was always strange to me how completely my life had changed when my boss recruited me as her personal driver. She was a powerful woman, known across town for her beauty and business prowess, and I felt incredibly lucky to be working alongside her. She was strict, demanding even, but she made it clear that she appreciated my hard work and dedication. One day, as I was driving her to a meeting, she turned to me and smiled warmly.
"You know, Andrew," she said, her soft voice making my stomach flip, "I think you work too hard. You deserve some kind of reward for all your hard work."
I blushed, trying my best not to look at her lips or her perfectly sculpted breasts heaving in the moments before we stopped at a red light. "I don't need any reward, ma'am. It's my pleasure serving you."
She turned back to face the road, smirking. "Oh, but I think you do. You'll find out tonight."
I spent the rest of the day wracked with anticipation, wondering what she had planned for me. When she pulled up to my apartment complex that evening, I opened her door and followed her inside. She led me to my bedroom where she turned and faced me, her eyes dark with lust. She yanked my pants and boxers down to my knees, and with a swift smack to my ass, she had me on my knees in front of her.
"Please, mistress. What do you want from me?" I asked breathlessly.
And to my surprise, she leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I want you to be my toilet slave."
I gasped, feeling a mixture of dread and arousal wash over me. "Y-your toilet slave?" I stammered.
"That's right," she purred, running her fingers through my hair. "I have a very nasty habit, Andrew, and I want you to indulge me in it. Tonight, you're going to be my human garbage disposal."
I swallowed thickly, feeling conflicting emotions wash over me. Part of me wanted nothing more than to please her, but another part of me was terrified of what she was asking of me. But before I could protest further, she pressed her soft lips against mine, pushing her tongue into my mouth. As she twisted her finger, exploring my mouth, I knew I had no choice but to submit.
And so it began. She sat on the edge of the bathtub, her gorgeous ass pointed directly at my face. "Eat my pussy," she commanded, her voice low and husky. "I know how much you love cock, so why don't you show me how good you are with a nice, fat pussy?"
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I leaned in and ran my tongue along her slit. She tasted sweet and musky, and the feeling of her soft skin against mine sent shivers down my spine. I was so caught up in the moment that I barely noticed when she pulled my head back roughly by my hair.
"No," she growled, "I said eat my pussy."
And so, I did. I lapped at her folds, loving the moans that escaped from her throat as I tongued her clit. The storm broke soon enough, and she came hard, bucking against my face. She pulled out of my grasp and stood up, her perfect ass towering over me.
"Now, time for the main course."
I didn't even realize what she meant until she squatted over me, her heavy breasts hanging just out of reach. "I want you to take it all," she breathed, and I watched in horrified fascination as her asshole gaped open in front of me.
"Please, mistress," I begged, feeling my insides twist. "I can't."
But she just smiled wickedly and smeared a fresh glob of shit from her finger onto my lips. "You can, and you will."
With that, she pushed me forward, forcing me to open my mouth wide. And before I could react, she grunted and dropped a huge load of turd into my waiting mouth. It was disgusting and thick, coating my tongue and filling my mouth with the metallic tang of excrement. My face scrunched up in pain, but I forced myself to swallow as much as I could.
"You will not disobey me," she growled, and just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, she leaned forward and began pushing the rest of the log down my throat with her finger. I gagged and choked, tears streaming down my face as I felt the hot, slick mess of shit coat my tongue. But still, she wasn't finished.
"Clean my ass," she commanded, pointing at the mess around her anus.
I crawled obediently toward her, wiping the tears from my eyes and pressing my face against her cheeks. I lapped at her ass, cleaning up every trace of shit from her crack. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I knew better than to disobey. When I finished, she stood up, her ass sparkling clean, and rounded on me.
"From now on, I want you to beg me to use you like this. Do you understand?"
I nodded, tears streaming down my face. "Yes, mistress."
And with that, she stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me there, covered in her filth and yet wanting more. And so, I became her toilet slave, begging for the disgusting privilege of having her shit all over my face.
