EATINGALLSHITFROMGODDESSES - Obliged to cumm while ingest Goddess Anita feces

The room was dimly lit, casting shadows on the walls and creating an intimate atmosphere. The toilet, his fate now intertwined with that of his Goddess Anita's, stood before her wondering what she would command next. His muscles tensed as he awaited her word, knowing full well that it could be anything from the most humbling act to the most deplorable one. Goddess Anita gazed down upon him with a look of anticipation, her dark eyes glinting in the low light. She held something between her fingers, something small and wet that glistened in the light. After several tense moments of silence, she spoke, her voice like silk slipping over his skin. "You have served me well, my toilet," she purred, "But there is one last thing that I require from you." His entire body tensed as she placed whatever it was she held over her armored black strapon onto his face. It was cold and slick against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Her other hand reached down to her pussy, plunging two fingers deep inside before scooping out some of her juices and bringing them to his lips. His tongue snaked out, eager for a taste of her fluids as she moved her fingers in a gentle massage against his tongue. "That's a good toilet," she murmured, "Now show me what a good cocksucker you are." Her fingers disappeared and were replaced by her cock, pressing up against his lips. He opened his mouth wide, taking in as much of it as he possibly could, wrapping his lips around the thick member. His tongue flicked out, tracing the veins that ran along its length before dipping into the sweet nectar of her pussy that dripped from the tip. Goddess Anita groaned softly, her hips moving in a gentle rhythm as he worked his magic. He felt the walls of her tight pussy pulse, sending pelvic thrusts directly into his face. It wasn't long before she cried out, her body shuddering against him as she climaxed. Just as suddenly as she'd come, she pulled herself away, her thick member slipping from between his lips with a wet pop. There was a trail of saliva linking them together. "Now," she commanded, her voice ringing with authority, "It is time for you to clean my asshole." He didn't need to be told twice. Kneeling at her feet, he pressed his lips against her soft, brown hole, kissing it gently before pushing his tongue inside. He could feel the warm, slippery walls of her asshole as he pushed further in, working to get every last drop of her kaviar out of her. Goddess Anita watched as he worked, her gaze fixed on his face. She could see the determination in his eyes as he licked and sucked on her ass, pushing his tongue in deeper with each stroke. He was devoted, this toilet of hers. She could feel her arousal beginning to build again just watching him. When he achieved his task and his tongue emerged from her asshole clean, he looked up at her, awaiting further instructions. A slow smile spread across her face, revealing a hint of her fangs. "Now," she purred, "Swallow every drop of my pussy juice and ingest my shit, toilet." Without hesitation, the toilet launched himself forward, engulfing her pussy in his mouth once more. His tongue fucked her hard, pushing against the walls of her pussy and scraping against her clit. He would do anything she asked of him, no matter how degrading or humiliating. After all, he was her toilet. It wasn't long before she once again pulled away, her hand spreading her brown hole open for him. "Show me your dedication," she commanded, her voice husky with desire. Tearing off a chunk of her asshole, she offered it to him. Without question, the toilet leaned forward, his tongue plunging deep inside her ass. He could feel the rough texture of her asshole against his tongue as he worked, scraping up every last bit of her shit. His mouth watered at the taste, a mix of sweetness and bitterness that left him craving more. He lapped at her anus eagerly, determined to please her in every way possible. As he worked, he could feel her hips begin to move once again, the rhythmic swaying of her ass in the air. She was close to climax again, and he knew that when she did, he would be rewarded accordingly. And so he continued, his tongue working overtime to clean her asshole clean. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she groaned out his name, her body shuddering beneath him. "My faithful toilet," she breathed, her warm breath blowing against his ear. The toilet grunted in response, unable to express himself verbally. He could feel her pussy dripping onto his face once again, this time a thick, white liquid that he knew was her cum. She pulled away from him, leaning back against the wall. "You have pleased me once again," she purred, her eyes glinting in the low light. "It seems that I've given you quite the task, eh?" The toilet nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. "Yes, Goddess Anita," he rumbled, his voice deep and somehow both respectful and submissive. "I will do whatever you ask of me." With that, she rose from her position, tall and proud once again. "Then I have no doubt that you will continue to serve me well," she said, her tone hinting at something unspoken. The toilet nodded again, his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation of what was to come. Whatever it was, he knew that he would do it. Because he was hers, and nothing else mattered but his service to her.