Mistress Anna Toilet - Toilet slave After the beach

After spending a steamy day at the beach, Mistress Anna felt the urge to relieve herself. She had brought home a toilet slave to attend to her needs. He was kneeling beside the toilet, his eyes focused on the bowl. His cock was erect and leaking pre-cum, anticipating the pleasure that was about to come his way. "Well, aren't you eager?" she teased, running her fingers through the wet sand stuck to her hair. He nodded mutely, unable to meet her gaze. She loved the scent of wet, salty skin on him. It only made her want to use him more. Mistress Anna cracked open a beer and took a long drink, savoring the coolness as it washed down her throat. Then she lowered her swimsuit bottoms and stepped out of them, kicking them aside with a sly smile. "Come on, slave," she ordered, straddling the toilet bowl. "You know what to do." The slave approached hesitantly, his cock twitching at the sight of his Mistress' bare bottom. He reached out, his fingers tracing the lines of her ass crack before dipping into her gloppy warmth. "Oh yes, that's it," she moaned, leaning back against him. "Finger my asshole while I shit, you disgusting little toilet slave." He moaned in response, his fingers sliding deeper into her hole as she shat into the toilet. His cock jerked against his abdomen, desperate for release. "Mmmmmmm," she hummed, her eyes drifting shut. "Such a filthy, perverted slave you are." She placed her empty beer bottle on the floor and leaned forward, forcing her slave to take it in his mouth. He moaned around the cold glass, tasting her sweat and saliva. "Now, slave," she commanded. "Lick me clean. Don't miss a drop of my shit." He hesitated for only a moment before pressing his tongue against her asshole, lapping up the thick, warm shit that poured out of her. "That's a good boy," she praised, her fingers massaging his scalp. "Clean my asshole until you've had enough." And so he did. He lapped and sucked at her ass, driven by her words and the pleasure coursing through his body. He could feel her shit sliding down his throat, filling him up. Finally, she pulled away and stood up, shaking her head to dislodge the last bits of sand from her hair. "Thank you, slave," she said, unzipping her wet suit to reveal her perfect body. "Now, it's your turn to shit." Without further instruction, the slave lowered his ass to the toilet seat. He felt Mistress Anna's hand wrap around his cock, guiding it towards her warm mouth. She took him deep, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as he shit into the toilet. And so it went, a cycle of filth and degradation that they both found irresistible. They were two lost souls, bound together in their perversion. Their connection was stronger than any conventional relationship, forged in the fiery depths of their darkest desires. And neither of them wanted it any other way. As the last trickle of shit disappeared from the toilet bowl, Mistress Anna pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at the naked slave, still kneeling before her, his cock soft and lifeless. "Well done, slave," she said, her voice full of satisfaction. "Now, get yourself ready for our next session. I have many plans for you." The slave nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. He loved Mistress Anna Toilet, and he would do anything for her.