Natalia Kapretti lay sprawled across the cold tiled floor of her luxurious bathroom, her perfectly sculpted body glistening with sweat as she waited for her next target to arrive. She had spent hours preparing herself, slipping into the most provocative lingerie she owned and carefully applying layers of makeup that accentuated her porcelain skinned beauty.
The door clicked open, and without turning around, Natalia called out, "Come in." She heard the hesitant shuffle of feet across the tiled floor, followed by a deep intake of breath as her unknown admirer took in her sultry aura.
"I waited for this moment," Natalia purred, "wanted to shit in your mouth, my toilet shit eater." She paused, savoring the delicious anticipation that coursed through her veins. "All the same, in our lives, we get used to good things fast, and a toilet is essential."
She rose from the floor, her body moving like liquid silk under her gossamer gown. Natalia turned around slowly, giving him a full view of her glory—the zipper of her dress running down her spine, revealing the smooth curve of her ass underneath.
"Pleasure from the fact that you're shitting in the mouth of a living man cannot be compared to anything!" she continued softly, stepping towards him. "Anyone who's done it knows."
Her eyes flashed with excitement as she suddenly stopped, her hand reaching down between her legs. Without preamble, she moaned and began to squeeze her pussy, her fingers coated in her own juices. "I pooped," she whispered hoarsely, "and sat on your toilet mouth—you swallow fast. The feeling of warm shit in the crotch... so perfectly nice."
She chuckled darkly, almost to herself, a shiver running up the spine of her captive audience. "Understanding that you're under me, you can't breathe, and you have to swallow quickly..." she trailed off, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
As if to demonstrate, she bent down, placing one hand on his chest while leaning over the toilet. Her butt pushed out, practically begging to be penetrated. In one swift motion, she grabbed his head and forced it between her legs, the heady scent of her arousal filling the air.
"Swallow," she commanded, her voice heavy with malice. He opened his mouth, and she lowered herself onto him, her erect nipples grazing against his chin. She began to move up and down, grinding her hips against his face, her fluid coating every inch of him.
Natalia moaned and shook, lost in the sensation of his mouth on her most intimate parts. Her body trembled as she felt the first wave of pleasure wash over her, and she came, her muscles spasming violently. "Uummm," she groaned, her voice thick with ecstasy.
She pulled away, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and she watched as he struggled to catch his breath, his eyes wide with lust and disbelief. Slowly, she reached down between her legs and peeled off her now sticky panties, revealing her and flashing him an inviting smile. "Now, it's time to do what you've been waiting for," she purred.
Natalia turned around again, hovering over the toilet with her perfect round ass in the air. She positioned her eager hole over the rim of the bowl, her body trembling with anticipation. Without further ado, she began to shit, great heavy turds sliding out of her and splashing into the waiting water below.
"Swallow, my toilet shit eater," she murmured, her voice thick with lust and power. She felt the warmth of her shit spreading across his face, coating his lips and cheeks. It didn't take long before the wretched taste of excrement filled his mouth, and he began to swallow.
Natalia watched in satisfaction as he submitted to her dark desires, her heart racing with excitement. This was what she lived for—the power, the control, the sheer depravity of it all. As he swallowed the last of her offering, she leaned back against the toilet, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"And," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I always try to shit in my living toilet as much as possible."
