As soon as I stepped into the hotel room, my eyes were immediately drawn to the elderly gentleman who was kneeling patiently on the floor, his head bowed in submission. He was an experienced slave, having served many mistresses before, and his loyalty and obedience were evident in his demeanor. His name was Andrew, and he had contacted me a few days ago, expressing his desire to serve me in any way possible.
I closed the door behind me and walked over to him, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I gazed down at him, considering my next move. He looked up at me with pleading eyes, his face filled with anticipation. I couldn't help but feel a surge of power course through my veins as I realized how much control I had over him.
Without saying a word, I made my way to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with Andrew, and I wasn't going to let anyone or anything get in my way. I turned on the shower and let the warm water run for a few minutes before stepping in.
As I let the water cascade over my body, I let my mind wander to the delicious act I was about to commit. I couldn't wait to see the look of wonder on Andrew's face when he beheld my offering. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, allowing myself to slip into a state of euphoria.
When I finally felt ready, I stepped out of the shower, my body glistening with water droplets. I wrapped myself in a large, plush towel and made my way back to the living area. I couldn't hide the satisfied smirk on my face as I walked over to Andrew and knelt down in front of him.
"Are you ready, Andrew?" I purred, my voice dripping with seduction. "I hope you're prepared for what's about to happen."
Andrew nodded frantically, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. I could tell he was both excited and terrified at the same time, but he knew this was what he had signed up for. This was his ultimate act of submission.
I slowly untied my towel, revealing my naked form to him. He gasped as he took in my voluptuous curves, his gaze traveling up and down my body. I had purposely not shat for three days in advance, knowing that this would add an extra layer of excitement for him.
"You're such a beautiful mistress," he whispered, his voice trembling. "May I have the honor of receiving your gift?"
I nodded, still unable to contain my smirk. "You may," I said softly. I positioned myself above him, my ass directly above his mouth. Without warning, I grunted and pushed, feeling my mega-fat and big shit sausage slide out of my asshole and into his mouth.
As he struggled to keep up with the pace, I couldn't help but let out a few giggles of delight. This was too much fun! When I finally felt satisfied, I withdrew from his mouth and stood up, admiring my handiwork.
Andrew's face was beet red, and he was struggling to catch his breath. But there was something else in his eyes too – a mixture of awe and gratitude that made my heart race. He looked up at me, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
"Thank you, mistress," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was more than I could have ever asked for."
Part 2 (Coming soon!)
