Moments later, the human toilet heard the familiar sound of the custom toilet bowl lid opening. His heart raced with anticipation as he knew what was going to happen next. The sexy Chinese woman in her office lady (OL) attire, stepped out of the bathroom confidently, chin up and nostrils flaring. She strutted over to him on her high heels, eyes blazing with desire. The smell of her expensive perfume filled his nostrils, making him desperate to please her.
"So," she purred, leaning down towards him until their faces were only inches apart. "Are you ready to be my toilet today?"
Her breath was warm against his skin, making him shiver in anticipation. He could feel his cock starting to harden under her intense gaze. She reached down and roughly gripped the shackle around his neck, pulling his head up towards her.
Without warning, she pulled his face towards her bare shaven pussy and inserted his tongue into her folds. "Taste how ready I am for you," she groaned, pushing his face deeper into her wetness. He relished the salty sweet flavor of her juices and moaned around her clit.
As he savored her taste, she released his mouth and stepped back. Her long, silky hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall as she adjusted her skirt and panties. Reaching down, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face up to meet hers.
"Now it's time for you to do your job," she said, her voice husky with lust. She positioned herself over the custom toilet bowl, her plump ass hovering just above its opening. With a wicked smile, she slapped his face hard. "I know you're eager to please me, my little toilet," she purred, her voice like honey dripping from her lips.
She spread her legs wider and lowered herself onto the toilet bowl, her thighs encircling his head. He could feel her heat envelop him as she sat down, her pussy lips brushing against his cheeks. He took a deep breath, ready to taste the forbidden fruit he had so craved.
As she lowered herself further, her warm, wet muscles engulfed him completely. He moaned in pleasure as he tasted her sweet nectar, feeling her walls clench around him in rhythm with her hips. She was in control now, riding him like a bull, grinding her pussy against his face. He could feel drops of her piss dripping onto his tongue, electrifying his senses.
Her orgasm hit her hard, and she cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering under his touch. She ground herself against him harder, her pussy squeezing out the last drops of her essence. Finally, she released him, and he tumbled forward, dazed and aroused by her intoxicating scent and taste.
Mistress stood up and hovered over him, her long legs shaking from the intensity of her climax. She reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him close to her face.
"Now it's time for you to show me how good of a toilet you really are," she whispered into his ear, her hot breath sending chills down his spine.
With that, she pulled her well-worn panties to the side, exposing her soiled, smelly anus. She rose slowly onto her toes, teasing him with the promise of her stinky treasure. Then, with a wicked grin, she slammed her ass down onto his face, engulfing him in her repulsive scent. He moaned around her rim, trying to resist the urge to gag as she began to violently pound his face into her putrid ass.
Panting hard, she pulled herself free and stepped back, admiring the mess she had made. Her ass glistened with his saliva and her own filth, and he was coated in her stench from head to foot. She smiled down at him, picking up a mirror so they could both see the reflection of their depravity.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she purred, running her tongue along his chin, tasting her own feces mixed with their saliva. She leaned down and kissed him passionately, their tongues tangling in the repulsive cocktail of their juices. Then, with a satisfied grin, she turned her back on him and walked away, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
Left alone in the fetid room, he struggled to stand up, his legs trembling with exhaustion and lust. As he stumbled towards the custom toilet bowl, he couldn't help but wonder what twisted desires she would indulge next. All he knew was that he would be there, eagerly waiting for her command.
