Natalia Kapretti - Big shit for Breakfast

Natalia Kapretti, the Queen of Toilet Slavery, sat upon her golden throne invitingly. Her voluptuous body was bare save for a jewel-encrusted choker at her throat and a gleaming diadem upon her head. Her legs were spread wide, revealing her succulent sex, wet with anticipation and stinking of piss. As you crawled towards her, your tongue hanging out in anticipation, she grinned wickedly. "Good morning, slave," she purred in your ear. "I know you've been waiting all night for this." She nodded towards the enormous hole in her throne where her ass and pussy gaped invitingly. "Now crawl inside," she commanded, her voice taking on a note of command. Obediently, you crawled between her thighs, your nose filling with the heady scent of shit as you entered her stinking darkness. Your tongue eagerly sought out her ass, finding it soft and warm and waiting. As your tongue probed her puckered starfish hole, she groaned in pleasure, her hips jerking up off the throne. When her ass tasted her own shit, she let out a long, low moan of delight. "That's a good slave," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed condescension. "Now, drink my golden nectar, slave." Her voice was rough now, commanding obedience as she gave a gentle nudge towards her dripping pussy. Your tongue darted out hesitantly, tasting the sweet, salty nectar that flowed from her pussy. "That's better," she crooned as your tongue lapped at her juices greedily. "Now lick my asshole. Make sure it's nice and clean for my special breakfast to you." With shaking hands, you lifted one of her enormous turds up to your mouth, feeling it slide past your lips and down your throat. Your belly churned with excitement and disgust as you tasted her feces, knowing you were now her plaything. She groaned again, this time in pleasure and anticipation. "You're such a good little fecal-lover," she cooed, her hands stroking your head lovingly. "You know what happens next, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress," you replied, your voice trembling with excitement. "You're going to shit in my mouth." "Exactly," she said, leaning back on her throne. "I'm going to shit a big, beautiful, breakfast for you. And you're going to love every delicious bite." Her asshole twitched and clenched, then relaxed as she opened it to you. "Go on, slave. Taste my shit. It's going to be so delicious." As your tongue dove eagerly into her asshole, she started pushing. You felt a heavy, twisting weight in her bowels as she strained to produce her masterpiece. The taste of her shit spread across your tongue, filling your mouth and making you salivate uncontrollably. You couldn't believe the incredible smell; it was rank and earthy and intoxicating all at once. Finally, she gave a gusty sigh of satisfaction as she finished. "Oh my god," she breathed, her voice full of amazement. "That was incredible. It's like you're made just for this." She giggled cruelly. "Now come on, slave. I want you to eat my shit for breakfast every morning." With that, she kicked your face playfully, sending you sprawling on the floor. But your mouth was already watering for more of her succulent masterpiece. And as you scrambled back to her feet, you knew that this was where you belonged: crawling through her filthy glory-hole, tasting her feces, and waiting for her to fill your mouth again and again and again...