As some of you may know, I delight in giving tarts what they ask for, need or desire. A happy co-incidence is many of you wish to feel palm on flesh and instruct me to deliver a spanking or far, far worse.
I try to give you tarts what you wish for.
Be very careful what you wish for, lest your wish come true
It was in the fading light of evening where I was to be found pacing about somewhat agitated awaiting the arrival of a blonde beauty whom, finally, appeared at the door fumbling with her keys. Such was my particular need to see her, I hurriedly opened the door and let her in.
A kiss and I was soon leading her to the kitchen.
I paused to look at the delight which is she. Looking a picture of perfection, she was dressed most stylishly in a skirt and jacket with a beautiful blouse. Chanel, complete with matching perfume. It crossed my mind I had been a tad misleading when I said she was to have a meal courtesy of myself.
This seemed confirmed as she looked about perhaps expecting to see steaming pots or other culinary preparations.
Some of you ladies out there have certain desires which may never be spoken of unless to me. Lady Andrea S. had such a desire. A desire, a wish, a taste for something special.
Recently she had, without knowing the significance, used the word ‘please‘ a word which can never be ignored by one such as I.
With increasing urgency, I removed my clothing, thinking it the best way forward, and told her to do so too.
I was soon sans clothes though I still had my socks on as a matter of style.
She, meanwhile, had only removed her jacket – what an idiot.
Time was now of the essence so, using an adapted judo manoeuvre, I wrapped a leg around hers and laid her swiftly on her back on the floor.
She was protesting so I explained, “I’m going to shit in your mouth”.
As best I could, I had planned for this but, not being expert in these matters, I had to do it immediately. Time was of the essence.
I would judge it to be a seven on a scale of one to ten of my turds. It was delivered smoothly as a single package.
Not knowing the best way, I had squatted over her with me facing her feet.
I got up slightly, turned around and, now on my knees, saw my shit in her wide-open mouth.
Her eyes were watering and, surprisingly, she closed her mouth and began to chew.
From time to time she opened her mouth to reveal the dark brown, sticky mess filling her gob sticking to her teeth. It looked a bit like when I tried, and failed, to eat an Easter egg in one go to avoid sharing it.
She had difficulty in swallowing so I fetched her a glass of water to help things along. She took a lady-like sip periodical as she masticated the vile stinking substance.
It was an enthralling sight viewing this gorgeous creature defiled and humiliated in such a fashion. It seemed an age before it was consumed. Even then it was stuck in her teeth and to the inside of her mouth.
Coughing she said; “Kiss me, please”. I ignored the word ‘please’ in this instance using my skill of selective deafness and replied; “Fuck off you dirty slag”.
Normally one would wipe one’s arse with toilet paper or high denomination bank notes forged by one’s own hands. I decided the sensible thing to do was use her.
Ergo I returned to my former position but this time sat firmly on her face with my arsehole on her mouth. Like a good girl, she licked and sucked cleaning my hole of all filth and residue.
She then pulled my cheeks apart trying to gape me to get her tongue inside. I am pleased to say, unlike her, my arsehole is tight not being subjected to cocks, dildos & objects of all shapes and sizes being regularly up there.
The sensation was of tickling but, as I became used to her oral attentions, nature took its course and I had a hard-on fit for a Lord – which I am.
I thought this erotic scenario was lacking something – some tit abuse. I therefore spent a futile period dealing with her very expensive blouse. Frustration took over such was the urgency of getting to her tits that I just tore it open to get at them.
As she licked me clean and tried to anal fuck me with her tongue, I grasped her tits and twisted them. Her award-winning nipples got more than their fair share of action as I tugged and twisted them with even more force than usual. I could hear her trying to say something but she sounded muffled. I knew my nipple action was hitting home because her legs flayed about indicating I had exceeded her pain threshold.
For a laugh, I tried to get her nose in my arse and even managed a fart before letting her return to her tongue duties.
My cock could stand no more so I dismounted my toilet and suggested she cleaned herself up which she refused. She even suggested she shit in my lovely mouth.
I ordered her onto her hands and knees, hitched up her skirt and dropped her panties out of the way and fucked her up her arse – this seeming the most appropriate action.
As I fucked the slut she coughed, gagged, and even wretched but I rammed up her hole as hard as I could. She eventually was on her stomach as I finished inside her.
I fingered her cunt and found it well lubricated and up for action but, just to torment her, I decided to further degrade her by pissing all over her and her finery.
Ensuring she remained clothed I made her squat over a bowl and force out my cum from her arse. When she was drained, I made her eat the mess with a tiny little spoon whilst fucking herself with a wine bottle.
I thought shitting in a slut’s gob would be shit but it was great fun and I recommend you fill your tart’s gob with a turd right now this minute. If you’re a tart, you should beg your husband or partner to do it with the threat that I’ll do it if he won’t because I will – if you say ‘please’.
Lady Andrea S.: “It was okay”