Lustymaylasia - White pig used as toilet

The White pig was certain of his worth, at least until the gorgeous Lustymaylasia showed him just how wrong he was. She laid him down on the filthy floor, his face pressed against the cool, smooth tiles, and began to tease his pathetic cock. Grinding her pink, juicy pussy against his helpless shaft, she chuckled darkly as she watched him squirm. "White pig," she purred, her voice dripping with contempt, "think you're so damn special? Think you're worthy of anyone's attention?" She raised her hips slightly, letting him see the glistening puddle of urine growing between her legs. "Here, let me show you just how wrong you are." With a cruel laugh, she leaned over him, letting her pussy juices drip onto his face. "Black is superior, white pig. You're just a pathetic little toilet." And then, she began to use him as such. She commanded him to stick his finger up his own asshole, moaning and straining with each passing moment. As he fingered himself, he could feel a strange heat building up inside of him - a familiar heat that was soon replaced by a sudden, intense urge to defecate. Without warning, she pushed him onto his back and straddled his chest, grinding her wet pussy against his face. Illuminated by the dim light of the dank room, he could see her form, blurred and dancing with each lustful thrust, her full breasts swaying inches from his face. And then, she released him. With a loud, guttural cry, he felt a torrent of hot, steaming shit shoot out of his asshole and onto the filthy floor beneath him. He groaned, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back his own, lesser shit as her relentless forced her down his throat. When she finally pulled away, her face flushed with excitement and power, he could feel something else slithering down his throat - something cool and slippery that he recognized all too well. She had jerked him off while he was still shitting, and the taste of her hot, creamy cum mixed with his own foul filth was enough to make him want to throw up. But even as he struggled, even as he felt himself choking on his own bile, even as he cried and begged for mercy, he knew one thing: she was right. He was a scat pig, beneath her in every way. And as she walked away, leaving him to his filth, he knew there would be no escape from his toilet slavery.