Love to Shit Girls - Your Face My Toilet

You lie there, your face pressed against the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl, your mouth open in eager anticipation. Your Mistress stands over you, a malicious smile curling on her lips as she reaches down to grasp your neck gently. She leans forward, her warm breath tickling against your ear as she whispers, "Are you ready for my shit, slave?" Your heart races with excitement, but you manage to nod slowly, your mouth still hanging open in anticipation. You've been trained well, you remind yourself. You can handle anything she throws your way. A slow, deliberate smile creeps across her face as she begins to unbutton her pants, revealing her bare, flawless skin glistening with sweat in the dim light. You can feel the heat emanating from her body, making your own cock twitch in response. She steps out of her pants, kicking them aside, and then continues to lower her delicate lace panties to her ankles. Her ass is a work of art, round and plump, with the tiniest hint of a crease between the cheeks. A bead of sweat trickles down her spine, disappearing beneath the curve of her ass, and you almost groan in desire. She takes a step back, bending forward at the waist just enough to give you a perfect view of her most intimate places. A scent of jasmine and sex fills the air, making your head spin. Her labia are parted, revealing her perfect pink pussy hidden beneath the dark curls of her pubic hair. Your eyes widen in disbelief at how beautiful she is, how she can make even the filthiest of acts seem so sexy. Slowly, almost experimentally, she lowers herself onto the toilet seat, her ass directly over your face. You can feel the heat from her body, the slightest pressure against your cheeks as she settles in. You exhale slowly, your breath meeting hers as she leans forward again, her hands resting lightly on the rim of the toilet. "You know what to do, slave," she whispers, her breath hot on your lips. You nod again, leaning forward to press your tongue against her folds, tasting her delicious nectar. She gasps, her hips bucking slightly, driving her ass deeper into your mouth. You wrap your tongue around her clit, sucking gently, but firmly, as she begins to moan in pleasure. Her hands grip tighter around the rim of the toilet, her body tensing as she prepares to release. And when she does, it's like a dam breaking. Shit pours out of her in waves, filling your mouth, coating your tongue and chin. You swallow it dutifully, taking pleasure in the taste of her, even as you gag a little bit in the back of your throat. She continues to cum, her hips pumping against your face as she grinds her ass into your mouth. And then, finally, she slows down, her body shaking as she catches her breath. She leans back, her hands still clutching the rim of the toilet, her eyes dark with desire. "Did you enjoy that, slave?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. You nod, unable to speak past the fullness in your mouth. She smiles, knowing you would never disobey her. "Good boy," she coos, reaching down to pat your cheek softly. And with that, she stands up, wiping herself clean with a fluffy towel before stepping into her panties and skirt. She turns to you, her hand reaching down to rest on your forehead, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Until next time," she says, her voice low and sultry. And then she's gone, leaving you there, exhausted but satisfied, lying on the cold tile floor, a thin layer of shit clinging to your lips and chin. But you wouldn't have it any other way. You're her toilet slave, and you love every dirty, filthy second of it.