Natalia Kapretti had just finished her breakfast and was looking over her shoulder at her slave, Max. He stood there with a toilet plunger in his hands, his eyes fixed on her as she chewed her food calmly. His eager gaze made her smirk.
She hopped off the toilet and walked towards him, her breasts swaying gently beneath her tight top. "Well, well, well," she drawled, flicking a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes, "I see you're ready for your daily routine."
Max swallowed hard, trying to suppress the nervousness that always gripped him when she spoke to him like this. He wasn't sure why he did it, but he loved being her toilet slave. Every time he saw her, he felt a surge of excitement course through his veins.
Natalia walked past him and positioned herself back on the bathroom countertop, crossing her legs. "Now," she said, "you know what to do."
Without another word, Max knelt down before her and pressed the cold plunger against his mistress's dripping wet pussy. He felt hot wetness spill out onto his face as she moaned softly, her legs shaking from pleasure or discomfort he couldn't tell.
He pressed the plunger deeper, feeling the warmth grow against his lips. His tongue darted out, tasting her as she groaned louder. "That's it, slave," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You're such a good little cocksucker."
Max closed his eyes, savoring the taste of her sex as he worked the plunger in and out of her sopping wet cunt. It was a strange and degrading pleasure that he couldn't resist. Every time he thought he'd had enough, she would push him further, making him crave more of her filth.
As he worked, he felt a cold trickle run down his chin. Opening his eyes, he saw a thin stream of pussy juice dripping from his lips, falling onto the floor between them. "Get it," she snapped, kicking his chest with her foot.
Max leaned forward and lapped up the mess, his tongue swiping up every drop of her essence. "That's a good boy," she purred again, her voice growing softer now that she was close to climaxing.
Her hips bucked wildly against the plunger, driving him deeper into her warmth. He felt her walls flexing around him, pulsing with each wave of pleasure that washed over her. And then she came, her cunt clamping down on his face like a vice as her juices filled his mouth.
Finally, she pulled herself away and let Max collapse onto the floor, exhausted from serving her so well. She watched him for a moment, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Not bad for a worthless piece of trash," she said, before turning and walking away.
