Lady Bella - Biiiig Shit for my Toilet 2

Lady Bella leaned comfortably against the cool tiled wall of her master bathroom, her heavily pregnant belly protruding slightly as she gazed lovingly at the magnificent golden throne that stood before her. Her long, luscious hair, normally the color of deep red roses but now tainted with streaks of platinum from the indoor lights, glistened like liquid silk in the dimly lit room. The toilet waitress, a petite young woman with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, stood trembling slightly before her mistress. Dressed in a skimpy black leather maid outfit that accentuated her perky breasts and narrow waist, she was ready to serve her lady's every need without question. "Open your mouth, toilet slave," Lady Bella commanded in a smooth, velvety voice that sent shivers down the girl's spine. The toilet waitress obeyed without hesitation, parting her full, pink lips to reveal her small, pearly white teeth. She didn't know what her mistress had in store for her today, but she trusted that it would be a pleasure beyond compare. Lady Bella gazed down at the expectant face before her, feeling a surge of power course through her veins. This was the kind of control that she lived for—the ability to make someone else submit entirely to her will, to exist only for her pleasure. It was a rush unlike anything else in the world. She slipped out of her fluffy robe, revealing herself to be completely nude beneath, her heavy breasts swaying gently with each step. Her slender body was soft and supple, but it possessed an intoxicating scent that made the toilet waitress's mouth water. Approaching the golden throne, Lady Bella climbed leisurely onto its high pedestal and settled herself comfortably onto its gleaming surface. She spread her legs wide, baring her moist, dripping folds to the cool air—and to the helpless gaze of her toilet slave. With a slow, sensual smile, Lady Bella leaned forward and lowered her heavy breasts towards the young woman's quivering mouth. Her pierced nipples grazed against the girl's lips, teasing and taunting her. "Suckle on my flesh, toilet slave," she commanded softly. "Drink my nectar and prepare yourself for the grandest of honors." The toilet waitress parted her lips further, opening her mouth as wide as possible to accommodate her mistress's invitation. She could feel the warmth of Lady Bella's body against her face, the soft brush of her hair against her skin. It was a feeling of both submission and ecstasy that coursed through her veins. And then, with a deep sigh of satisfaction, Lady Bella began to shit. Long, meaty turds emerged from her gaping asshole, sliding down her voluptuous body and landing with a wet, sloppy splat directly into the eager mouth of the toilet slave below. She moaned as the taste of feces filled her mouth, her tongue swirling around the thick, viscous strands of shit that coated her lips and tongue. "Mmmm, that's a good girl," Lady Bella purred, leaning back against the golden throne and letting her waste pour forth onto the toilet waitress's face and chest. "Drink it all up. Every last drop." The young woman's face was covered in a thin layer of feces, her lips and tongue coated in a sticky, satisfying film. She lapped hungrily at the mess before her, desperate for more of her mistress's forbidden nectar. And so it went, for what seemed like hours. Lady Bella shat and the toilet waitress lapped, the stench of excrement filling the air but adding only an undercurrent of passion to the filthy act they were engaged in. When at last Lady Bella felt her bowels empty, she grunted in satisfaction and leaned back against the golden throne once more. She looked down at the sobbing figure sprawled out at her feet, mouth open in a wide O of shock and wonder. "Did you enjoy that, my toilet slave?" she asked softly, reaching down to run her fingers through the girl's disheveled hair. The toilet waitress looked up at her mistress, tears streaming down her face but still unable to hide the deep, abiding love she felt for this woman who could make her feel so much, even in the filthiest of acts. "I loved it, Mistress," she whimpered, reaching up to touch the soft, warm hand that rested on her head. "Please, may I serve you again soon?" A slow, wicked grin spread across Lady Bella's face. "Of course, my toilet slave," she purred. "You know I could never get enough of your mouth."