As the New Year approached, I found myself recovering from an illness that had kept me bedridden for a few days. My slaves had been dutiful, consuming my “snoots” as I called them, but now I craved something more satisfying. My stomach rumbled, and I knew I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I commanded my slave to open his mouth wide, for I knew what was to come would be sizable.
Hot, yellow, and with a pungent aroma, my diarrhea spilled forth, filling my slave’s mouth. He swallowed, and I commanded him to stick his tongue deep inside me, to tongue fuck my ass. The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but cum, my powerful orgasm shaking my body.
It had been too long since I had indulged in such a way, and I relished every moment of it. The taste, the smell, the feeling of my slave’s tongue inside me – it was all too much. And as I came down from my high, I knew that this was a New Year’s celebration I would never forget.