Coney was a bold and confident slave who found himself kneeling before his Mistress, Lady Cathrine, with his eyes fixated on her bare, round ass. He knew what was coming next, and his heart raced with anticipation and submission.
As Lady Cathrine released her bowels, her warm, soft farts filled the air, gently caressing Coney's face. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of his Mistress's intimate power. His tongue eagerly reached out to taste the sweet scent on her puckered hole.
Lady Cathrine couldn't help but giggle at the sight of her cocky servant so eagerly anticipating her shit. She let out another loud, wet fart, this time directed straight at Coney's hungry lips. He opened his mouth wide, uninhibitedly accepting every drop of her musky gas.
"That's a good boy," she purred, her voice thick with amusement. "Now it's time for the main course."
As Lady Cathrine's shit began to slide out of her ass, Coney leaned in closer. His tongue darted out to lick at the glistenig surface of her oncoming turd. He nuzzled his face into her steaming pile, inhaling deeply as the hot, tangy scent filled his senses.
With a sudden push, Lady Cathrine sent the first pungent turd sliding into Coney's awaiting mouth. He eagerly gulped it down, savoring the taste and texture of his Mistress's shit. As the turd slipped deeper into his throat, he began to suckle on it, coating his tongue and teeth with her shitty nectar.
Coney couldn't help but moan in submission and delight as he continued to devour his Mistress's turds. One by one, she pushed them further into his throat until he was choking on the foul taste and smell. But still, he continued to beg for more, his eyes pleading with her for another taste of her exquisite shit.
By the time Lady Cathrine was finished, Coney's face was smeared with his Mistress's shit, and his own cum was mixing with the salty taste of her shit. He looked up at her, his eyes sparkling with love and gratitude, his body aching for more.
Lady Cathrine smiled down at him, satisfied with her cocky slave's submission. She reached down and ran her fingers through Coney's shitty-coated hair. "That's my good boy," she said softly. "Now, come along; it's time for a well-deserved cleanup."
