Natalia Kapretti - Look at you, you have mouthful of shit

Natalia Kapretti was having the time of her life. She was a total toilet slave, and there was nothing she loved more than being used as a human toilet. Her master had trained her well, teaching her the importance of keeping her body clean and fresh at all times. He had also made it clear that when she was needed for her true calling, she would be expected to perform without fail. Today was one of those days. Natalia had been dutifully cleaning the bathroom when she heard her master's voice calling her name. She knew what that meant - it was time for her to use her mouth as a toilet bowl. With a tremble of anticipation, she rushed into the room where he was waiting for her. "Look at you," he said, his voice full of lust and power. "You have a mouthful of shit, don't you?" Natalia could feel the hot, sticky mess in her mouth, filling her cheeks and making them bulge. She nodded, unable to speak past the disgusting feeling in her mouth. "That's right," her master continued. "You're my toilet bowl, and you know your place." With that, he led her over to the toilet and sat her down on the cold, hard seat. He didn't have to tell her what to do next - she knew exactly what was expected of her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth wide, feeling the warm, fecal-filled air hit the back of her throat. Her master smiled approvingly. He was getting off on this just as much as she was. "Come on, toilet bowl," he said, reaching into her mouth with his hand. "Show yourself. Flaunt in front of the camera." As if her actions weren't obscene enough, Natalia complied, her lips parting further to accommodate his rough fingers. She felt them dig into her cheeks, massaging the shit around, pushing it deeper into her mouth. He pulled his hand away, and she waited, trembling with anticipation, for what came next. She didn't have to wait long - she felt something cold and hard pressing against her lips. It was the business end of a toilet plunger. Without another word, he plunged her mouth, forcing the thick, glistening mass of shit up and out of her. "Look at you," he said again, his voice hoarse with lust. "All clean and ready for your next task." Natalia looked down at the mess on the floor, feeling a strange mix of pride and shame. She had always been a good servant, always done as she was told, but this was different. This was pushing the boundaries of what was considered acceptable even in their dark, twisted world. Yet somehow, it only made her want more. She couldn't wait to see what her master had in store for her next. Whatever it was, she knew she would be able to handle it - after all, she was his toilet bowl, and there was nothing she couldn't take.