As the party came to an end, Mistress Ann couldn't resist the urge to indulge in a few more bites of food. The cake, cookies, and chips had been piled high on the table all night long, and she knew her toilette worm was eagerly waiting for the inevitable post-party snacks.
Upon returning home, she staggered a bit from the alcohol and fullness, but her perverse thoughts lingered. As she made her way to the bathroom, her worm slithered out from under the bed in anticipation. He recognized the signs and knew what was coming next.
With a smirk on her face, Mistress Ann unbuttoned her tight dress, revealing her plump, bare belly. The worm slithered up her soft flesh till he reached her mouth, where she would feed him his fill.
She popped a handful of bitter candy into her mouth and hooked her finger, inviting the worm to climb aboard. He hesitated for a moment before taking the first bite, wincing at the bitterness that crossed his tongue. But he continued to eat, knowing better than to disobey his Mistress.
Meanwhile, Mistress Ann started toying with herself, her fingers working their magic on her panties-clad pussy. She could feel the moisture building up inside her as she watched her worm devour the candies that lined her stomach.
As the last of the candies disappeared, she discreetly freed her cock from her pants and motioned for the worm to come closer. She knew how much he craved human touch, even if it wasn't in the most intimate of places.
Reluctantly, the worm made his way towards her dripping wet slit. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't help but feel both terrified and aroused by the idea of being inside her.
Mistress Ann lowered her panties, revealing her shaved pussy to the worm. She stroked his small, pathetic cock, teasing him until he couldn't take it anymore. Then, with a swift movement, she impaled him on her clit, groaning as she felt him stretch her opening.
She began to ride him, working him in and out of her pussy, her fingers still working their magic on her clit. Her breath came in heavy pants as she felt herself getting closer to orgasm.
The worm's cock, while insignificant compared to a human's, managed to give her the sensation she needed. His meek moans and desperate thrusts were music to her ears as she felt herself build up towards the climax she had been craving all night long.
And so, Mistress Ann and her toilette worm reached their peak together, their bodies shuddering with pleasure. As the finally released, their sweaty bodies collapsed onto the bathroom floor, empty bottles of booze and remnants of bitter candy scattered across the room.
In that moment, Mistress Ann knew this would never get old. The power she held over her tiny worm, the control she had over his body and mind, it was intoxicating. And she knew he felt the same way, because even as he lay there, spent and weak, he couldn't help but look up at her with those eyes of worship, eagerly awaiting her next command.
