Natalia Kapretti - I so want you to be at my ass and eat shit

Hey there, my filthy little boy. I've been thinking about you all day, imagining how your sweet little face would look as you pressed it against my ass, breathing in my scent and eagerly devouring my shit like the good little toilet you are. Oh, the things I could do to you...

But first, let me set the scene for you. It's early morning, the sun just starting to peak through the curtains of my warm, inviting bedroom. My body is gently writhing beneath the silken sheets, chilled air kissing my damp skin as I let out a contented sigh. I've just finished expelling a hearty load of shit into the toilet, flushing it away, and washing my hands. I stand there for a moment, feeling the cool air between my butt cheeks, my mouth forming a soft 'o' as I take in the scent of freshly shit. It's intoxicating...

My eyes slide over to the toilet, still gurgling from the previous flush. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I imagine you kneeling before it, eager and hungry for my filth. I could see the anticipation written all over your face, the slight quiver in your chin as you peer up at me, awaiting my command. And what a command it would be...

"Come here, my little boy," I whisper, walking towards the bedstead and crawling gracefully onto it. "I want you to taste me, to feel me inside you. But first, I want you to worship me... at my perfect ass."

With those words, I slide back on the bed, presenting myself to you. My ass is a work of art, soft and supple, just begging to be taken. You waste no time in obeying my command, crawling up behind me and pressing your face against the warm, yielding flesh of my cheeks. Your tongue darts out, nimble and curious, as it snakes between them and presses against the tight, puckered entrance to my hole. I let out a little whimper at the sensation, my legs shifting slightly to give you better access as your tongue traces cruel circles around my anus.

It's great, but I want more. I roll over onto my stomach, presenting you with the sight of my puckered little starfish. You know what to do. With precision and care, you begin to lap at my shaft, cleaning it up and relieving it of its burden. It takes a moment for you to adjust to the taste, but once you do, there's no holding you back. You plunge your tongue deep inside me, lapping up every drop of my love juices and squeezing your eyes shut in ecstasy as the sour-sweet tang of my pussy permeates your senses.

And then, it's time for you to do your duty. You sob once, just a little, before lying back on the rough carpet and spreading your legs wide. I watch, fascinated, as you take my offering, parting your lips and letting my hot, steaming shit slide down your throat like a long-awaited elixir. Your jaw flexes with each mouthful, and when you're done, you look up at me, gleaming strands of drool hanging from your chin. "Was it good for you, boy?" I ask, my voice thick with desire. "Tell me, did you like it?"

Your eyes are half-lidded, a mixture of pleasure and shame playing across your face. "It was amazing, Mistress," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt anything like it." And with that, you collapse onto the carpet, contented and satisfied in the knowledge that you have pleased your mistress. And me? I lean back on my hands, smiling softly. Yes, my little boy, I have most definitely been pleased.