Natalia Kapretti was a woman who exuded dominance and confidence. She had always enjoyed being in control, especially when it came to her husband, Alex. Today was no different as she walked into the living room where he was lounging on the couch, watching television. His eyes widened when he saw her, a combination of fear and anticipation in his expression.
"Looks like you're relaxed, faggot," she remarked, her voice cold and harsh. "But you'll soon tense."
Alex swallowed hard, knowing what was coming. He hated how much he enjoyed submitting to his wife's twisted desires, how much he craved her dominance. But he also knew that disobeying her would lead to consequences he couldn't even imagine.
"And don't you dare cross me," she warned. "Get down on your knees on the couch. Good fuck in ass helps prevent prostatitis."
Alex hesitated for just a moment before lowering himself onto his knees. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for his next command.
Natalia smiled cruelly, enjoying the power she held over her husband. She ran her hands through her long, luxurious hair, enjoying the way it cascaded down her back. "I will fuck you with my fist in the ass and put a cork," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "So stop bleating there, shut up and don't stop me from having fun."
Alex shook his head, knowing there was no way out of this. He closed his eyes as he felt his wife's hand on his shoulder, forcing him to lower his head further. He could feel her hot breath on his neck as she spoke softly in his ear.
"Lick my pussy and I will let you fuck me," she said, her voice almost seductive. "While I was fucking you ass, got excited and myself wanted, fuck my pussy while I'm kind."
Alex hesitated for a moment before reluctantly reaching between his wife's legs. He couldn't believe how tight she was around him, even though he knew his cock was already hard in anticipation. He moved his tongue over her swollen clit, feeling the shiver that ran through her body.
"That's it," she moaned, arching her back. "Stronger fuck, I want to feel you cum, cumming inside me."
Alex wasn't sure how much more of this he could take, but he knew he had no choice. He pushed himself deeper into his wife, feeling the walls of her pussy close around him. She cried out in pleasure, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she threw her head back in ecstasy.
Finally, she pulled him out of her and pushed him to the floor. "Quickly lay down on the floor," she commanded. "Now I want to shit and your fucking mouth is perfect to be my toilet bowl."
Alex trembled as he lay on the floor, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel his wife's warm, sticky shit filling his mouth, coating his tongue. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the taste and the smell as he swallowed her filth.
"What great pile of shit," she remarked, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Chew, eat, get used to my shit. You're schmuck, my toy, my fuck hole, and my toilet, accept it, this is your purpose and your responsibilities. Eat shit, lick my dirty ass, licking the shit off my feet, you nonentity."
She laughed cruelly as she watched her husband clean her up, his face a mask of shame and humiliation. It was times like these that she knew she had complete control over him, that he was nothing more than her slave. But despite the disgust and horror he felt within himself, Alex knew there was no escaping his wife's twisted games. They were on vacation, and she would use him to the fullest extent that she wanted.
