Submitting to futa waste (*scat warning*)

"Obviously, having a public urinal is great for dispensing nectar," said Kim, "but you know what's better? Having a private toilet for dispensing everything."

Kim approaches you and drops her skirt and panties, revealing her meatstick, and kicks them off towards the corner of the bathroom.

"You are going to start by kissing my toes, and then you're going to work your way to my cock," said Kim, plainly. "In between kisses you are going to beg to taste my sweet chocolate logs and convince me that you worship the futa anus as much as you worship the futa bladder. Only when I feel like you've earned it will you be able to consume my waste."

Kim stood in front of you with both of her strappy heeled sandals still on. You bow down and kiss her toes, which already reeked of sweat. In between kisses you would make utterances begging for Kim's excrement and describing how the futa anus had more intrinsic worth than you.

As you made your way to Kim's cock you could hear her laughing. "Such a hungry toilet. It's one thing to worship a futas external meat. It's a different discussion when talking about worshipping a futas internal meat. Well, let's see if you're up for it."

Kim turned around and dropped her anus directly onto your open and waiting mouth. You wrap your lips tightly around Kim's anus and wait.

The process begins as you'd expect - flatulence and the taste of bitter air fills your mouth. After a few seconds, you begin to feel it. The first chocolate log had entered your mouth. You absolutely hate the taste of it. It's bitter, and mushy, and all-round digusting. But, at the same time, you've never felt more submissive to Kim, and at this point the only thoughts running through your head are how to please her.

You allow the chocolate log to pass through your mouth without chewing or biting it so it can be **** down your throat in one piece and ensure that there is room in your mouth for more. As the first log reaches your throat, you feel a second one entering your mouth. Somehow, the second one tastes a bit better. The first log finally is **** down your throat, as the second reaches the very back of your mouth, before a third log is disposed into the front of your mouth. The third one tastes... fine? Not good certainly, but better than the first two. The process repeats a few times and by the time the seventh log is entering your mouth, you've come to the realization that you love the taste of it. You love eating Kim's waste. You worship the futa anus.

As the seventh chocolate log is **** down your throat, you realize that Kim is done, as there does not appear to be any more waste being pushed out of her anus.

Kim stood up and turned around, smiling at you evilly. "So how was that, toilet? Gonna be a rough month, huh?"

"It was delicious, miss Kim," you reply, "I can't wait until you feed me your waste again."

Kim's smile immediately disappeared. Obviously she was expecting for you to beg her to never do that again. What good is bullying somebody if they enjoy it?

"Well, that's..." Kim paused "... fine, I guess. But don't think your job is over! You still need to wipe me clean!"

Kim walked back over to you, turned around, and sat down with her soiled anus directly on your mouth.

You once again wrap your lips around her anus, but this time you bring out your tongue and begin eagerly wiping her asshole with it. You grab a few pieces, before retracting your tongue back into your mouth and swallowing. And then again. And again. And again.

Finally, after Kim's asshole was completely clean, you lower your face to stick your nose and forehead on it to dry it. After her ass was dried, Kim stood up and turned around.

"Thank you miss Kim," you say, "may I service you in any other way today?"

"No. No, I don't think so," said Kim, disappointed.

You bring my mouth forward and plant a kiss on each one of Kim's testicles, before bowing your head. "Thank you miss Kim, it was a pleasure serving you today."

Kim put her panties and skirt back on, before turning off the light and exiting the bathroom. You were alone in the darkness again.