As the night progressed, Goddess Tempest found herself feeling particularly horny and in the mood for some scat play. She had set her sights on a new toilet slave, a man who she knew would be more than willing to indulge her every filthy desire. With a cruel smirk curling her lips, she made her way into the bathroom, her slender frame clad in nothing but a sheer black teddy that hugged her voluptuous curves.
Her eyes fell upon her target as he cowered in the corner of the room, trembling in anticipation of what was to come. She knew he had been waiting for hours, watching as she dined, farted, and pissed in front of him, knowing that his fate lay within her hands. She pushed open the door and commanded him to stand before her, his gaze fixed firmly on her royal feet encased in spiked heels.
"So you want to be my toilet slut, huh?" She purred menacingly, her voice carrying a dangerous edge that sent shivers down his spine. The goddess walked up to him, her hand extending a decadent chocolate dessert, which he eagerly accepted - god only knew when he'd get another chance to eat anything besides shit for the foreseeable future.
Slowly, she sauntered over to the toilet and sat down, her plush behind hovering invitingly above the bowl. Her tongue darted out once, then twice, tracing the entrance to her pussy as she waited. The man, no longer able to contain himself, dropped to his knees and pressed his face into her crotch, breathing in her musky scent as he kissed her inner thighs. "Please," he whimpered between continual licks, "may I taste your divine ass?"
Tempest chuckled darkly, spreading her cheeks to reveal her shiny, smooth asshole. "Maybe later, little toilet slut," she purred, her breath fanning across his trembling lips. Instead, she beckoned him closer with one slender finger as she smeared a bit of chocolate across her asshole. "Show me how much you love me by eating my shit," she whispered huskily.
Without hesitation, the man leaned forward and pressed his lips to the crevice between her cheeks, his tongue darting out to taste the rich, fecal flavor that coated his lips. Goddess Tempest let out a moan of approval, her eyes rolled back into her head in pleasure as he lapped at her ass like a hungry dog. She couldn't help but grind her hips against him in encouragement, feeling his eager mouth on her ass crack.
As he worked his tongue deeper and deeper into her asshole, she felt herself growing wetter by the second. It was time to reward her little toilet slut for his efforts. Gripping the edges of the toilet bowl, she gritted her teeth and pushed, feeling the first warm dollop of shit slide from her anus and hit his eager tongue. He didn't even flinch, his face buried in her ass as he savored every last drop. She groaned, feeling the warmth spread throughout her body.
And so it went, with Goddess Tempest taking her time filling the toilet with her steaming, stinky shit as the man happily ate it up. Her orgasms were intense, her pussy clenching around his tongue every time she pushed out another load. She watched, amused, as he struggled to keep up with her pacing as she took turn after turn on the throne. Once she was finally done, she sat back with a content sigh, her ass glistening with sweat and drool.
Her final act was to lean over the toilet bowl, her lush breasts dangling just out of reach as she presented him with her pussy. With a growl, he reached up, his tongue darting out to lave her juices off her lips as she watched. "Do you want more?" She taunted, her finger tracing circles around her pussy, and he nodded immediately, his cheeks hollow. With an evil grin, the goddess Tempest plunged two fingers into her soaking wet pussy and pulled out a long, curved turd, which she dropped into his waiting mouth. "Swallow it all, my slut," she commanded, her voice cold and needy.
He did as he was told, his hands gripping the sides of the toilet bowl as he struggled not to gag on the disgusting treat. Once he had swallowed every last bit, she stood up, snatching the remainder of the chocolate cake from him. "Now, clean me," she said simply, nodding to the floor where he knew what she meant. With trembling hands, the man soaked up every last drop of her piss and fed it back to her mouth, his tongue dutifully cleaning every inch of her perfect body.
As she daintily licked the sticky sweetness from her fingers, Goddess Tempest let out a slow, contented sigh. This was the life; a goddess couldn't ask for anything more. Her toilet slave may have been merely human, but for this one night, he was hers to command - and she knew he'd be back for more.
