Lily DuPont, commonly known as Mistress Lily DuPont, walked into her lavish chambers, her long ebony hair flowing down her bare back. She felt powerful, elegant, and utterly in control. A wide grin spread across her sensual lips as she gazed upon her human toilet, an obedient man who lay on the floor, waiting for her command.
DuPont languidly made her way to the plush armchair in the center of the room, her gilded high-heeled slippers clicking against the marble floor. Her heart raced with anticipation as she sank gracefully into the chair, spreading her voluptuous legs wide. She smirked, knowing that he couldn't take his eyes off her perfect body.
"Open wide," she purred, her voice echoing around the room. The man scrambled to obey; his eyes fixed on her gaping asshole. His face was already slick with saliva as he eagerly anticipated her arrival. With an unmistakable air of dominance, Mistress Lily DuPont slowly lowered her juicy ass onto his face.
"Mmm, yes," she moaned, feeling the warmth of his breath on her tight sphincter. As he began to lap at her tight asshole, she closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh. Pulling her hands through her hair, she luxuriated in the moment, feeling the power flow through her body.
"I am a queen," she whispered, her voice laced with lust and submission. Her asshole clenched tight around his tongue, milking his eager mouth. "And you are my human toilet."
Satisfied for the moment, DuPont stood up once again and stretched lazily, her long, lean body flushed with arousal. She stared down at the man, who stared up at her with adoration, his face smeared with her shit.
"That's enough for now," she said, her voice husky. DuPont walked over to her vanity and studied her reflection in the mirror. She grinned as she saw the trail of shit left on the man's face.
"You are filthy," she said, her tongue running over her lips. "But then again, you've always been my dirty little secret."
With a wicked smile, Mistress Lily DuPont knelt down in front of him, her voluptuous body hovering inches above his face. She positioned his erect cock between her legs and slowly began to ride him, her ass cheeks clenching tight around his shaft.
"Oh yes," she groaned, feeling the warmth of his mouth on her anus. "You'll always be my toilet."
As they fucked, DuPont continued to grind her ass against his face, forcing him to taste herFilth. His tongue lapped eagerly at her asshole, cleaning it with every stroke. He was her willing slave, and she knew it.
"Swallow it," she commanded as she came, her orgasm shaking her body. Grabbing his face, she forced his mouth open and pushed her asshole deep into his mouth, forcing him to swallow every last drop. When she finally pulled away, there was a smear of shit on his lips that he would wear with pride.
DuPont stood up, feeling powerful and exhilarated. She turned to face him once again, her eyes reflecting the exhilaration she felt deep inside.
"You're a good human toilet," she purred, running her fingers through his filthy hair. "Now clean yourself up before anyone sees you like this."
With a wink, Mistress Lily DuPont disappeared into her bedchambers, leaving him to clean up the mess they had made together.
