As Natalia Kapretti slowly unzipped her pants, she could feel her heart racing with excitement. She had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity. Her gaze fell to the object of her desire, her massive black strapon, waiting patiently between her legs. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she lowered herself onto the toilet seat.
Ever so slowly, she leaned forward, creating an inviting angle for her lover. With the tip of her strapon grazing against his lips, she gave him a seductive look that promised both pleasure and pain. "Are you ready for this?" she purred, her voice as soft as silk.
Her lover nodded eagerly, their eyes fixed on the massive shaft before them. Natalia moaned softly as he took the first bite, the feel of his lips around her cock sending shivers down her spine. "That's it," she murmured, "eat my shit, baby. I want you to eat everything."
With each passing moment, she felt her grip on the bathroom counter loosen as the pleasure from her lover's actions overwhelmed her. She couldn't help but thrust her hips forward, pushing the strapon deeper into his mouth. "That's it," she groaned, "you're doing great."
Suddenly, an idea struck her. She reached under the toilet seat, and with a wicked grin, produced a small dish. "Here," she said, "catch this."
Reluctantly, he took the dish in one hand, never letting go of her strapon with the other. As soon as he opened his mouth, she thrust the dish forward, pouring her warm, steaming shit into his waiting mouth. "Taste it," she growled, "taste every last bit of it."
Moaning in delight, she forced herself to stay upright as he began swallowing her offering. With each swallow, she felt a rush of power coursing through her body. "That's it," she whispered, "you're so good to me."
As the last morsel disappeared into his mouth, she steadied herself, feeling the familiar tingle in her bowels. "Here comes more," she warned, "open up wide, baby."
With that, she let loose a torrent of shit, pouring it into his eagerly waiting mouth. She watched as he struggled to keep up, his cheeks hollowing out as he swallowed as much as he could. When she felt him gagging, she pulled her strapon free, reveling in the feeling of being completely empty once again.
"Well done," she purred, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Now, why don't you clean me up with your tongue?" She knew it wasn't really him—it was her petty revenge fantasy playing out—but she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he willingly knelt before her, tongue lapping at every inch of her clean anus.
