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Big Booty Embrace
Author: Closet FetishistWritten: May 27th, 2012
The Goddess charges to embrace him but, at the last moment spin around, sticking a quick jab from her stiletto heel into his balls to ensure he lunged straight into her fine booty. Immediately, he gasps and sputters, trying hard to avoid smelling the noxious prison but finding the taste to be equally as tormenting.
"Mmmm, while your there, massage my booty, will ya? And I'll promise to let you out."
He tries to pull his head out but her grip tightened around the back of his head.
"I told you to do something toilet, no leaving until it's done."
He moans, taking in deep, unintentional stenches of this putrid air hanging around her butthole. He slowly, weakly rubs his hands over her wide booty buns.
"Harder you little shit!" She commanded, grabbing his hands and pushing them to a more kneading motion.
He massages her ass to her contentment, finally, as she starts to groan.
He feels her one leg go up and knows it's too late.
PRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMPPPPP!
She sighs in sweet relief, "Very good toilet; keep going."
His eyes tear and rain down tears as he softly sobs trying to work the Goddess' ass to her pleasure.
She suddenly grabs his hands, stopping him.
Then, the familiar crackle of shit sounds from her booty and then smashes it's girth over his face, entering his nose and mouth a little to ensure he'd never taste or smell again. Then, a freight train of solid dumps shot through his mouth and down his throat, clogging him with her waste.
"There now toilet," the Goddess says, standing and fixing herself. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
From her booty, his face emerges covered thickly with crap, a prominent log hanging from his mouth. He falls to the ground, unconscious and wishing he were dead.