In a dimly lit room, Natalia Kapretti sat on the edge of her lavish bed, gazing down at her helpless toy beneath her. She was dressed in nothing but a sheer black chokers that accentuated her full breasts and the tantalizing curve of her hips. The sight of her naked body was already driving him to the edge of insanity.
"You must lie down and wait, when Mistress piss and shit in your mouth," she commanded in a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "Catch every drop of my spit and cherish it. You shall show your gratitude by being my living toilet."
As if the thought was too much to bear, he fell to his knees and prostrated himself before her, his body trembling with anticipation. With a condescending smirk, she leaned over and ran the tip of her tongue along the crease of his eyelids, teasing him further.
"I can feel your desire building up inside you," she purred, her breath hot against his skin. "So what if I were to fill your mouth with my sweet, delicious shit? Would you welcome it with open arms?"
He couldn't speak, could hardly breathe as he nodded fervently, desperate for her to take control of him completely. She chuckled darkly, her amber eyes gleaming with malice.
"Very well then," she said softly, "you shall be my living toilet."
Before he could even register what was happening, she had lifted her satin robes to expose her perfect ass clad only in lacy black thong. With a wicked smile, she slowly lowered herself onto his face, feeling his hot breath on her soft, supple skin. She let out a delighted moan as he nuzzled closer, eager to taste every inch of her.
"You want it too badly," she laughed softly, as she gently slapped his face. "You should be ashamed of yourself for desiring me so deeply."
His face stung from the slap, but the heat of her ass on his tongue was overwhelming. He opened his mouth wider, eager to take as much of her as she would give him. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders, and slowly lowered her perfect ass onto his face. The weight of her body was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
"Oh yes," she moaned softly, "You don't know how much I needed this."
She began to move her hips in slow, tantalizing circles, grinding her ass against his face. He could feel the heat building up inside her, and the anticipation of what was to come made his heart race. As she began to push his head into the pillow, he knew it was time.
"Oh god, here it comes," she whispered huskily. "You must catch every drop..."
With that, she let loose a torrent of hot, steaming piss straight into his open mouth. It was like an electrical shock to his senses, the taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He closed his eyes, savoring every drop as it filled his mouth. Her piss was warm, sweet and extremely arousing.
"Good boy," she purred after a few moments. "Now, be ready for the real treat."
She pulled her ass off his face and stood up, towering over him once again. He looked up at her, eagerness written all over his face. She smirked, reaching behind her to unclasp her thong.
"I want to shit you full mouth," she said softly, her voice dripping with malice. "You want it yourself."
And with that, she lowered herself onto his face once more, feeling the familiar heat from her ass against his tongue. He knew what was coming next, but he couldn't help but beg for it anyway.
"Please Mistress," he murmured softly. "Please shit in my mouth."
She laughed darkly, feeling the fullness of her ass in his face. With a pleased grin, she closed her eyes and let go, filling his mouth with the warm, sticky mess of her juicy, creamy shit. It was the most exquisite torture he had ever experienced, and he loved every second of it.
"Mmm, that's it," she moaned, leaning forward to grab his hair and pull his head deeper into the pile of shit on her bed. "You're my living toilet now, and you'll love every minute of it."
He couldn't reply, choked as he was by the fullness of her shit in his mouth. But he nodded vehemently, promising himself that he would never ask for more than what she was willing to give. For as long as she allowed it, he would be her living toilet, and he would cherish every moment of it.
