Mistress Anna Toilet - Make me cum and eat my SHIT

Mistress Anna Toilet lay back against her extravagant throne, eyes closed as she tried to calm her racing heart. It had been too long since she had indulged in such a filthy act, and the mere anticipation of using her subhuman toilet slave as a vessel for her excrement was almost too much for her to bear. Slowly, she opened her eyes, fixing them on the trembling figure kneeling before her. Her cock was hard and leaking precum, a clear indication of just how turned on she was by the sickening display about to unfold.

With a wicked grin stretching across her face, Mistress Anna Toilet reached down and grabbed the back of the slave's head, pulling him closer. Her breath was warm against his ear as she whispered, "You know what you have to do." The slave's eyes widened in fear, but he couldn't deny the lust that twisted within him. He knew this was what she wanted - to feel his tongue pierce the depths of her tight asshole, lubricating it for the deluge of shit that was sure to follow.

Slowly, Mistress Anna Toilet lowered herself onto the trembling slave's tongue. He felt the heat of her assail against his tongue, and then the cool, slick feeling as she began to take aim. This was always the worst part - the anticipation of what was coming. But he knew that once she started to shit, he would be consumed by the filth and the perversion of it all. And that was what he craved above all else.

As the first log of shit hit his tongue, he didn't flinch. He welcomed it into his mouth, savoring the taste of her ass. And so it continued, log after log of god-awful shit filling his mouth, coating his tongue, until it seemed impossible that there could be any more room. But still she went on, laughing manically as he struggled to swallow it all, his cheeks hollowing and bulging with each passing moment.

Finally, satisfied that her subhuman toilet had taken enough abuse, Mistress Anna Toilet pulled away. She lay back against her throne, watching as the slave struggled to keep the last remnants of her shit down. "It's been a while since I've used you like this," she purred, running a hand down her thigh. "I feel dirty and depraved - and I fucking love it." With those words, she stood up and moved behind the slave, pressing her naked sex against his back and rubbing herself against him.

The slave could feel her wetness against his ass, and he knew what was coming next. With a deep breath, he began to kiss her ankles, slowly working his way up her legs, until he felt her hand on the back of his head. "Suck on my asshole," she moaned, pushing her hips forward. And so he did, tonguing her tight little hole until she cried out in ecstasy, her pussy dripping with desire for him.

As she came, Mistress Anna Toilet pushed the slave's head between her legs, and he felt his mouth fill with her hot, sticky cum. And just like that, the cycle was complete. She was queen, and he was nothing but her subhuman toilet, used and abused until she decided to let him live another day.