Natalia Kapretti sat on the edge of her vanity, enjoying the view of herself in the mirror. Today, she wore a lacy black bra and matching thong, exposing her perky tits and neatly trimmed bush. Her midnight hair was pulled into a high ponytail, revealing her cherubic-looking face with its sparkling blue eyes. She looked down at the rectangular metal tray on the floor in front of her, heaving a contemptuous sigh. "Oh, yeah, let the dirty fun begin," she whispered under her breath, relishing the thought of forcing two men to eat her shit.
She turned around, her eyes falling on Angie, who stood near the doorway wearing an equally salacious outfit that emphasized her voluptuous figure. Both women were famous for their unique kinks and fetishes, particularly their shared preference for defecation play. As they exchanged smirks, Natalia noticed the odor emanating from the tray; it stank like a rotten sewer. Her nose wrinkled in disgust for a brief moment before she shrugged it off. "Alright, Angie, let's see how hungry those shit eaters are," she said with a devilish grin.
Together, they approached the two shivering men kneeling in the middle of the room. The two slaves were tied up, their heads resting on the tray, eyes fixed on the goddesses before them. They had been waiting eagerly for their next meal, unaware of what was to come. Natalia and Angie knelt in front of them, their faces inches away from the slaves' quivering mouths. "Open up, sweethearts," Natalia commanded softly.
The men obeyed without hesitation, parting their lips and revealing their quivering tongues. Natalia couldn't help but laugh darkly at the sight. "Now see how much shit there is in the tray," she said, motioning to the mountain of steaming feces that filled the tray to the brim. She slapped one of the slaves gently on the cheek, prompting him to lean closer to get a better whiff of the stench. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned softly as the strong odor overwhelmed him.
Angie chuckled wickedly, grabbing a handful of poo and pressing it against the second slave's lips. "Here you go, baby," she cooed, watching as he gagged reflexively before opening his mouth to let the filth in. "This is going to taste amazing, isn't it?" She winked at him as he struggled to speak around a mouthful of shit.
As their two slaves continued to feast, Natalia and Angie couldn't hold back their giggles anymore. The sight of two big, hard bodies desperately trying to consume every last morsel of their feces was too much for them to handle. They clapped their hands together in delight, watching as the slaves struggled to swallow each bite. The women took turns feeding them, occasionally rubbing their dirty stained bodies against the men's as punishment for any sign of hesitation or resistance.
Hours passed by, and the slaves were left with nothing but the taste of shit in their mouths and the smell of it all over their skin. They mumbled incoherently, begging for more, but Natalia and Angie knew when to draw the line. After all, there were always next time. Slowly but surely, they untied the slaves, allowing them to stand up groggily. With one last glance at their captors, the shit-smeared men stumbled out of the room, leaving behind a trail of feces and a strong odor that lingered in the air long after they were gone.
Natalia and Angie collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily from their orgy of filth and dominance. "That was simply exquisite," Angie purred, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
"I know, right?" Natalia agreed, licking her lips. "It's always such a turn-on for me, feeding shit to those poor bastards." She paused for a moment, reflecting on how she got to this point in her life. It all started as a harmless fascination with scat play, but now it had become an addiction that she couldn't shake off.
They both looked down at the empty tray, still stained with traces of shit and saliva. A devious smile crept onto Natalia's face as she picked up her phone, tapping away at the screen. A few moments later, she received a text from a new client, begging for her attention. "Well," she chuckled, "looks like we'll be making some more dirty fun tonight."
As she prepared for her next session, the memory of today's feeding session made her heart race with excitement. She couldn't wait to see what filthy acts she could indulge in next.
