Face down, ass up. That's the way you eat my shit.
Bastiennes gazed out of the opulent bathroom at the glittering, star-studded city skyline below. A hushed murmur of bountiful life wafted up from below, a stark contrast to the dark, intimate scene she was about to engage in. She was the queen of this world - at least in her domain. And tonight she was going to teach a lesson to someone who had dared to disrespect her deliciously adorable and foul asshole.
Her high heels clicked on the marble floor as she walked over to the full-length mirror. Her body glimmered under the soft, flattering light. Everyone wanted a taste of her exquisite ass, but who was worthy enough?
She turned around and looked over her shoulder, her plump, round cheeks pulled tight by her narration. "Face down, ass up. That's the way you eat my shit." She spoke with a playful venom, her tone both seductive and menacing.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She nodded to herself, knowing who it was. Opening the door, she held her breath. Would this one be strong enough to handle what she was about to dish out?
Standing in front of her was Michael. He was new in town and had caught her eye with his youthful naivety. She had seen him at a bar one night, engrossed in his phone, oblivious to the world around him. Despite the countless offers that night, he remained unbaited. She found that intriguing.
"You. Come in." She said, her voice dripping with poison.
He hesitated for a moment before walking in. His eyes were wide with fear and anticipation.
"You want to eat my shit, right?" She asked, pinning him with her gaze.
He nodded, averting his eyes. "Yes, Mistress."
She chuckled darkly and walked over to the large rectangular glass table. Perched seductively on its edge, she spread her legs wide. Her silky black thong was already soaked with anticipation.
"Now, this isn't going to be pretty, and it isn't going to be easy," she purred, her face a mixture of cruelty and lust. "Lick my asshole clean. Only then will you be rewarded with a taste."
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard. He knew what she required of him, but the thought of doing so made his stomach churn. Slowly, he knelt down before her and placed his hands on the ground.
"Face down, ass up," she repeated, her voice harsh.
With shaking hands, he reached behind him and grabbed ahold of his jeans. He could feel her gaze burning into his back as he pulled them down, revealing the firm globes of his ass cheeks quivering with anticipation.
With a cold smile, Bastiennes leaned forward and pressed her meaty hand against his cheek. She sank her nails into his flesh, piercing the soft skin. He winced in pain but remained still, his face buried in the cold marble floor.
"Keep your hands where they are," she commanded, her voice amplified by the glass tabletop. With one swift movement, she yanked his underwear down, exposing his pink, puckered entrance to her gaze.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson tonight," she whispered softly, and then let out a long, slow exhale directly into his ear. The smell of last night's dinner, mixed with the tangy scent of her ass, assaulted his senses.
"Now, lick," she snarled.
His tongue darted out unbidden, tracing the outline of her asshole. He could feel it pulsating against his lips, beckoning him further. Slowly, he reached out with his tongue and tentatively explored the tight crevice between her cheeks.
It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. The taste was unlike anything he could describe; bitter, yet strangely addictive. His tongue did as he was told, lapping up every drop of her sweet, stinky juices.
"Good boy," she purred, leaning back against the glass. She watched with dark delight as he sat there, his face buried in her ass, his tongue working overtime to clean her out.
Minutes turned into hours, and still, he continued to please her. He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this. A wave of shame washed over him, but it was quickly replaced by the powerful elixir coursing through his veins.
Finally, she spoke again. "Alright, that's enough," she said, her tone laced with satisfaction.
He pulled his face away, gasping for air. His tongue was coated in a sticky sheen of saliva and the stench of her ass filled his nostrils. He looked up at her, his eyes glassy with a mix of lust and confusion.
She smiled down at him, a cruel smile that matched the twinkle in her eyes. "You're such a good boy," she purred, reaching down and running her fingers through his hair.
With that, she stood up, her thong still damp with his saliva. She walked around the glass table and positioned herself behind him. Her mouth descended upon his ass cheeks, and he could feel her warm breath against his skin.
"This is for my pleasure, not yours," she said, biting down on one of his ass cheeks. "But since you've done such a good job, I'll let you taste it."
And with that, she lifted him up by his hair and guided his mouth back to its rightful place - at the entrance to her asshole. As his tongue explored the salty cavern once again, she pushed him further, forcing him to take more and more of her into his mouth.
He could feel himself reaching a breaking point, but he knew that this was her game. He was her plaything, and he had to play along. As the night wore on, he lost track of time, consumed by the power of her ass and the potency of her shit.
In the end, Bastiennes let him take one final, glorious taste before pushing him away and wiping his face clean with a silk handkerchief. He staggered back, his senses reeling, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
She smiled down at him, unashamed and unrepentant. "You never forget your first time, do you?" She asked, her voice soft and mocking.
He shook his head, unable to speak. The image of her plump ass, glistening with his saliva, was burned into his retinas. She was right; he never would forget this. He was a victim of Bastiennes' Butt Butter - and he didn't regret a single bite.
