1. WKRP: Serving Loni's Ass


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: Celebrities, Fetish, Taboo, Author: Byronnnn, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    must . . . this is so hard, but . . . Alexander, you must . . . you must eat my shit.&#034 It had to be a dream. What the fuck? &#034You can talk to them yourself. There are no alternatives. Alexander, to worship me, you . . . you have to do it. You have to. You have to eat my shit.&#034 My head rumbled like a thousand banging cymbals. &#034You don't . . . You don't . . . Not your . . . Not your . . . actual shit.&#034 Her face tightened. &#034Yes Alexander. I actually do mean that. I must shit and you must eat it.&#034 &#034That's . . . That's . . . &#034 &#034Insane? Bizarre? Inhuman? Yes I know. I've thought of those things. But real ass worshipers all say the same thing. If you haven't done it all, then you've actually done nothing. The only way you can truly worship a girl's ass is to go all of the way and that means you must be willing to eat her shit which means you must eat my shit.&#034 She gave me a few days to consider and decide. I had to have Loni's ass but how in the hell could I ever eat shit? I had to do it because I had to have her ass but it was insane to even consider something so vile. While mental anguish was my enemy, the clock was my deadliest villain because she expected my answer and she wouldn't wait much longer. The problem with addicts is that we can't help ourselves even to our own detriment and I found myself saying &#034yes' to her inhuman demand. She seemed almost as hesitant as me on the phone but when I went to her apartment two days later, ...
    her eyes seemed filled with some kind of lust-filled energy and she babbled about things the &#034real&#034 ass worshipers had told her. Her smile seemed wide with anticipation and she did her best to reassure and comfort me. &#034Actually, this will be fun, Alexander. Once you get into it, you will see. Now . . .&#034 she said as her acrylic nail grazed my nose. &#034Now, I know something that will help you relax.&#034 She went to her bed, got on all fours, exposed her spread ass with thin panties, and said, &#034You LOVE sniffing my butt, Alexander. So come . . . come and sniff it. Sniff my butt and the rest will happen as it is suppose to.&#034 I never could resist smelling her and my face was between her butt cheeks in just a few seconds. I sniffed and breathed in and inhaled and savored and, as usual, I could not get enough. And she was right because it took my mind off of what was to come and I did indeed relax. Then, the moment of my final demise came. She put a white plate on a wooden chair and after a few sips of wine, she bent over it and I watched Loni Anderson shit! Amazing! She laid out something bigger than, but similar to, a brown banana. It smelled. My head shook. It was nasty; so nasty. It was shit! I could never . . . I would hurl! But, it was Loni! It was Loni Anderson. It was her shit. &#034Actually Alexander,&#034 she said as she knelt beside me next to the chair, &#034I have become quite enamored with this idea of you eating my shit. I know now that it ...
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