Natalia Kapretti - Fisting faggot on picnic. Shh... people around

Write a story based on the scat fetish story "Natalia Kapretti - Fisting faggot on picnic. Shh... people around" that includes explicit descriptions of fisting and defecation. The story should be at least 2000 characters long. Once they were settled at their tent camp on the shore, Natalia couldn't resist the urge to indulge her husband slave in a primal act of dominance. She whispered urgently, "Quiet, we need to be very quiet. People are around." Despite the risk, the thrill of their taboo relationship sent shivers down her spine. Without hesitation, the faggot knelt before her, his ass eagerly awaiting her command. She positioned him on the soft grass, feeling his smooth skin beneath her fingers as she slipped off her shorts. "That's right, faggot," she purred. "Now, I'm going to fist you." Her thick fingers pressed against his tight entrance, slowly stretching him open. The faggot moaned as she pierced deeper, pushing past the initial resistance until she felt her knuckles graze against his prostate. "Oh yes, faggot," she hissed. "Do you enjoy that?" "Yes, Mistress," he whimpered, arching his back in submission. Next, she took an ordinary bottle of water and squeezed it, allowing a small stream of liquid to flow over his ass and into the cleansing field conditions outside their tent. She smirked at his helplessness; despite his discomfort, he was no match for her dominance or the pleasure she could give him in such intimate ways. "Now," she continued, pouring a generous amount of water into his gaping asshole. "I'm going to fuck you with my fist." His body shook with anticipation as she prepared him, sliding her dripping fist back and forth along his entrance. Finally, she grabbed his hips and pushed inside, filling him completely. The faggot cried out in mixed pain and ecstasy, his body throbbing around her fist as she took him deep. "You like that, faggot?" she taunted, leaning down to capture his lips in a brutal kiss. The slave nodded frantically, unable to form words as he surrendered entirely to her control. Satisfied for now, Natalia listened to the sounds of people nearby, their innocent chatter echoing against the backdrop of their illicit encounter. As she watched them go about their normal lives, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride in her dominance over the faggot beneath her. And though there was always a risk factors, the thrill of defying societal norms only added fuel to their taboo flames.