The Art Collector

-Come with me, right now, she said. Taken aback at her abruptness, I nonetheless followed her without questioning. She led me into a small restroom in the utility area of the art gallery.
-You’ve been undressing me with your eyes since I got here, haven’t you?
-Well, I stammered, it’s just that you are such a beautiful woman…
-Shut up! She barked. We don’t have much time. Lay down on your back, right now!
I couldn’t believe my ears. It had all happened so fast. I felt confused, but at the same time I knew that whatever she wanted of me, I was eager to comply. I dropped down and sprawled on the disgusting bathroom floor. She took her position standing directly above my face, her exquisite legs towering up into that hot, gray dress from either side of my head. I looked straight up her dress and the sight of her hot black panties and powerful legs rendered me incoherent within seconds.
-This is what you’ve been fantasizing about, isn’t it?
I mumbled something indistinct. She laughed snidely.
-Keep looking, she said.
While I looked helplessly up into the portal of heaven, she began to stamp the floor gently with first one leg, then the other, causing her delicious flesh to quiver with each motion. This drove me mad and I began to emit a mixture of gurgling, moaning, sobbing sounds as she worked her magic above me.
-You better bag the blubbering, she said, or I’m gonna have to really fuck your ass up!
I silenced myself with some effort, which amused her immensely and brought on another soft but arrogant little fit of laughter. Then, she began to slowly pull her dress upward, revealing the quality of her thighs and ass even more as they became exposed to the light. I started to squirm uncontrollably. Slowly, steadily, she hiked the skirt higher. A most effective form of torture. As her hemline reached the tops of her thighs, I was unable to hold back any more and began to let out short bursts of moans, whimpers, and ‘Ogod’s.’ She looked down, making sure I could see her glaring into my eyes. The smile on her face, brimming with her own arousal and pleasure at the supreme control she exercised over me, made me crazy with desire.
-Pull your pants down, she said. Let’s see what you’re hiding in there.
I obeyed her promptly and to her delight, my throbbing cock popped out at attention like a hydraulic spring covered with skin.
-Mmm, someone’s getting over-heated, she said.
Then, in a swift motion, she pulled the skirt all the way up around her waist, fully revealing her intense lower body. My body twitched involuntarily at the extraordinary vision. Again, she proceeded to stamp her feet down, one after the other, causing her unfathomable thigh and ass-flesh to jiggle deliciously. Along with more of her witchy laughter, it was all too much now, and my straining cock began spurting streams of pre-cum onto the floor.
-OK, she said sternly, get your ass up.
With that, she jerked me up by the hair and shoved my face up next to her leg.
-Look at me, she said, and don’t you so much as blink.
Slowly, cruelly, she slid her panties down over her ass. I bristled involuntarily. Her body was phenomenal. Then, she took me by the hair again and pulled my face right up to her quaking ass cheek as she sat down on the toilet. She leaned forward just enough for me to see past her ass into the bowl, and while she held me fast in place, she proceeded to relieve herself, taking first a delicate, oh-so-feminine shit, and then topping it off with an extended, fragrant piss—all within a few inches of my delirious face. I experienced the entire ritual as if it were in slow motion. Indeed, time seemed to stop as I watched her holy excreta plunge downward, rich with the glorious scent of pure divinity, followed by the musical streams of her golden nectar splashing sweetly into the water. She held me there for a moment, forcing me to look. I gagged ever so slightly, but she noticed.
-What’s the matter? Doesn’t it look good to you?
-Yes, I mumbled.
-You don’t seem very pleased.
Finally she pulled me up just as I was about to throw up. She bent forward and looked back at me.
-Clean me, she said, and I mean PERFECTLY clean!
I went to work on her ass, lapping up the creamy-textured remains with religious fervor. Somehow, licking it off of her gorgeous ass wasn’t nearly as bad as contemplating it in the toilet. I made sure it was perfectly spotless, and then went underneath to wipe her cunt. As I did so, she moaned softly and turned around facing me. She pulled my head right back into place.
-Keep going, pig. I’ll tell you when to stop.
I continued as she expressed her pleasure through soft, beautiful sounds, now holding on to her thighs as I worked excitedly toward her happiness. The feel of her surreal legs beneath my hungry hands aroused me so badly that I immediately became hard as granite again, leaking steadily onto the floor. When she came, she clamped my head hard, pressing my face with full force into her soaking wet pussy. She let out a final moan, violent and passionate, but soft nonetheless. Absolutely delicious. She came all over my face and held me there a few seconds longer before jerking me away by the hair.
-Not bad for a fucking moron, she said. Look at you. Looks like somebody came all over your stupid, ugly face. Leave it there, and clean me so I can get out of here.
There wasn’t too much left on her as the lion’s share was coating my face. I finished and she pushed me away before pulling up her panties and dropping her dress into place.
-Well, it’s been real, but I really must be going, she said. But let me leave you something to remember me by.
Having said that, she snatched me again by the hair and shoved my face down into the toilet. She held it there for what seemed an eternity, and then pulled it up just an inch above the surface.
-Now, take a big mouthful and swallow, she said.
I was about ready to hurl at this point, but I did as she said, taking in a mouthful and trying to swallow it as fast as possible.
-Good little moron, she said, laughing. Now again.
This time, as I swallowed the divine but foul mixture down, it came back up. I threw up into the bowl, which totally pissed her off.
-How dare you, she snapped. You dare to reject MY shit? My piss? I’ll teach you how to be obedient.
She then jerked her dress back up around her waist, exposing those powerful legs to me again, and began an alternating pattern of holding my face under, bringing it back up, making me swallow, more vomiting, and then back to holding my face under. The combination of this torture with the even more brutal torture of seeing her legs directly in front of me again made me freak. I screamed out, but only for a second as she shoved my face back into the fetid water instantly. My body kicked and convulsed helplessly as she held me there, keeping my face fully submerged until finally I could hold out no longer and was forced to breathe in. She reached around and turned on the water full-blast to help muffle my coughing and choking as she pulled me out and continued holding me in place an inch above the surface. I feared now that she intended to drown me in this awful muck. But she didn’t. After coughing and sputtering long enough to clear my lungs, I turned me head slightly to the side, looking at her legs, my eyes bloodshot from the struggle.
-One more for me, you little shit, she whispered. One more swallow and I’ll leave you. But you’ve got to keep it down.
She giggled softly, demonically and pushed my head down gently. Again, I took in a mouthful and swallowed as quickly as possible, concentrating with all my will to hold it. Miraculously, and thankfully I managed to do so. The look on my face must have been horrifying judging from her mirth at seeing me now.
-What a pathetic, fucking little worm, she giggled. See you around.
Just for good measure, she shoved my face back down into the cesspool one final time, then jerked me out and tossed me aside like a rag doll. She then swung the restroom door open and stalked out imperiously, aiming her demonic smile at a couple of people waiting just outside the door who were surely wondering what the hell had been going on in there all this time. Looking inside at the spectacle of my half-dressed body and shit-covered head, it didn’t take them long to find out.