ScarlettMarie stood before her slave, staring down at him with a look of disdain mixed with amusement. She had to take a shit, and she knew just who to use as her personal toilet. The mere thought of it made her giggle, and she moved closer to her slave.
"Get on your knees," she barked, her voice heavy with authority. The slave quickly obeyed, dropping down to his knees and lowering his head in submission. ScarlettMarie reached down between his legs and gripped his hair-covered cock, giving it a forceful squeeze.
"This better be good," she said, her voice low and threatening. The slave moaned in response, both from pain and anticipation. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't wait for it to happen.
With one swift movement, ScarlettMarie lifted up her skirt, revealing her rounded ass to the slave. She spread her cheeks apart, giving him a full view of her asshole, dark and inviting. The smell of her ass filled the air, and the slave's eyes widened in a mixture of fear and excitement.
"Open your mouth," ScarlettMarie demanded, her voice cold and harsh. The slave hesitated for just a moment before opening his mouth wide, his tongue darting out eagerly.
ScarlettMarie positioned the head of her cock against her asshole, then forcefully pushed it in. The slave gagged on the thick, musky taste of her anus as she began to take slow, deep breaths. A moment later, she let out a long, low moan of satisfaction, and the hot rush of her shit erupted from her body.
The walls of her asshole contracted, forcing the slave to swallow every drop of her foul-tasting shit. As he struggled to keep up with the flow, ScarlettMarie reached down and grabbed his head, forcing him to stare up at her as she continued to take her shit.
"That's it," she purred, her voice low and sultry. She reached down between them and grabbed hold of his cock, stroking it in time with her shit flow. "Now, doesn't this make you feel a little dirty?"
As the last of her shit oozed out of her asshole and into the slave's mouth, ScarlettMarie leaned forward, her weight pressing down on him. She reached around, grabbed her tits, and squeezed them, causing her hard nipples to scrape against his chin.
"Tell me," she said, her breath warm against his ear.
"I'm your dirty slave," he muttered, still unable to look away from her gaze. He could feel her shit dripping down his chin and onto his chest, and the thought of it excited him in ways he could never imagine.
"Good boy," she purred, reaching down to pat him on the head. Then, without warning, she grabbed hold of his hair and pulled his face close to hers. Her lips brushed against his, and he felt her hot breath on his skin.
"Now, taste yourself," she commanded. As the slave opened his mouth, ScarlettMarie reached down and grabbed his chin, forcing him to open his mouth wide. She then pushed her tongue into his mouth, forcing him to taste the foul mix of his own shit and her pussy juices.
"Mmmm," she moaned, her tongue dancing eagerly against his. She reached down between them, still holding onto his cock, and began to stroke it faster and harder. "That's it, slave. Taste yourself."
As he felt the first wave of pleasure wash over him, ScarlettMarie leaned back, her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. She watched as her slave's eyes rolled back in his head, his body shaking with each orgasmic spasm.
"Such a dirty little slut," she whispered, her voice full of wonder. She leaned forward again, her lips brushing against his ear. "And me? I'm your dirty mistress, aren't I?"
The slave could only whimper in reply, his cock still throbbing in her grip. He reached up, his fingers finding the softness of her cheek, and he pressed his palm against it.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "You're the dirtiest of them all."
And with that, ScarlettMarie leaned forward again, opening her mouth wide to accept the first taste of his cum. She swallowed it down eagerly, her eyes locked onto his as she took his seed deep into her throat.
As she felt his cock begin to soften in her hand, ScarlettMarie pulled back, grabbing hold of the slave's hair once more. She pressed her lips against his, the taste of her own ass mixing with the bitter tang of his cum.
And then, she pulled away, her face flushed with excitement. She stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of her slave, covered in both her own shit and his cum. She smiled, an evil grin spreading across her face.
"Now," she said, her voice soft and almost gentle. "Get up and clean yourself off."
The slave struggled to his feet, his legs wobbly from the mixture of pleasure and disgust coursing through his body. He looked up at ScarlettMarie, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Yes, mistress," he whispered. "I'll do anything you ask."
