Mistress Anna Toilet - 179 Ball Busting Scat

Mistress Anna's toilet had been waiting for hours, his heart racing with anticipation as he heard her every command and mocking laugh. He knew what was coming and couldn't help but wish it would hurry up. The master's warm, delicious shit had already filled two buckets and was waiting patiently on the cold tiled floor for the toilet to come clean it all up. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Anna emerged from the bathroom with her bare feet squishing on the shit-covered floor, her ass gleaming from her self-administered enema. "At last!" She exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with malice. "I've been waiting for you, toilet boy." Without further ado, she roughly pushed him to his knees in front of the toilet bowl. The smell of freshly shaved balls mixed with the scent of shit as he dropped his chin to her level. Mistress Anna chuckled darkly as she spread his ass cheeks apart, revealing his eagerly waiting asshole. "You know what to do," she purred, and teasingly dangled a butt plug in front of him before giving it a hard yank. His asshole screamed in protest as the plug stretched him open, and he felt the first warm drops of her master's piss splash onto his already full toilet cleaning bucket. Gritting his teeth, he reached between her legs and started to lick and suck on her cunt, tasting the faint remnants of her enema and the lingering scent of her arousal. She moaned softly, grinding her hips against his face, as he continued to work her into a lather. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, Mistress Anna finally allowed him to relax, pulling her pussy away from his face with a wet pop. She stood over him, gazing down with a mixture of contempt and lust as she spread her asscheeks once again, revealing her tight puckered hole. With a hand on his forehead, she pushed him forward, forcing his face into her ass crack and grinding his nose against her asshole. "Smell it," she commanded, and he could feel her fart settle on his face like a suffocating blanket. "Smell my asshole. Isn't it beautiful?" Heaving with anticipation, Mistress Anna lowered herself over the toilet bowl, her plump rump almost suspended above him as she presented her tight hole for his pleasure. Shaking with excitement, he opened his mouth wide and gasped as her hot, thick shit oozed down his throat. She was feeding him slowly, savoring the taste of her shit as much as he was savoring the feeling of it sliding down his throat. "Good boy," she whispered huskily. Her voice was barely audible over the sound of him panting and her shitting, but it didn't matter. All he could focus on was the feeling of her hot shit sliding down his throat, coating his insides with her warmth and filling him up with her power. Mistress Anna leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, and reached down to stroke his hair. "You're such a good little toilet," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I don't know what I'd do without you." With that, she finished emptying her bowels into his mouth, and he felt the giant turd slipping down his throat, closing off his airway and triggering a violent gag reflex that shook his entire body. Still, he didn't care. He was her toilet, and she could fill him with as much of her shit and piss as she wanted. All he cared about was her pleasure and her amusement. As Mistress Anna dismounted the toilet, she let out a contented sigh. "Well, that was fun," she said, her eyes fixed on her creations. "Thank you for cleaning up after me, toilet." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving him on his knees in the sticky, shit-covered mess they'd created together. He breathed in deeply, filling his nostrils with the scent of her shit and piss, and allowed himself a soft smile. Yes, it had been worth the wait.