Natalia Kapretti - Nice fuck and shit in mouth husband

Natalia Kapretti was a beautiful mistress, tall and statuesque with long, flowing brown hair that reached down to her buttocks. She was adorned in lacy lingerie that hugged her voluptuous curves, accentuating her ample breasts and rounded hips. As she entered the room, she could feel the anticipation building within her. Her eyes fell upon her husband, who knelt before her, his head bowed low in submission. A playful smile danced across her lips as she surveyed the scene before her.

She loved it when her husband was at his most submissive, willingly offering up his body for her pleasure. Today was no different. His eyes darted nervously between her bare feet, his own shameful erection, and the toilet bowl that stood ominously before him. She took a step forward, casting a shadow over him and his approaching fate. "How good to have fun in the morning," she purred, her voice filled with seductive danger.

Natalia walked over to the table and picked up the strap-on dildo that lay waiting there. It was massive, at least a foot long and thicker than a man's arm. As she flexed it menacingly, her husband let out a whimper of fear mixed with arousal. He knew what was coming, and yet he couldn't help but be aroused by the thought of submitting to his mistress yet again. His body ached for her touch, his ass already gasping for the painful pleasure that awaited him.

With a cruel smile, Natalia grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face towards hers. "I think it's time we had some fun, don't you?" she whispered before slapping him hard across the face. The sting of her hand sent shivers down his spine, but he didn't dare pull away. Instead, he fixed his eyes on her, trying desperately to read her intentions.

She pushed him towards the floor, forcing him to kneel once more before her. Then, with a swift motion, she lifted up her skirt to reveal her bare ass. It was smooth, tanned skin stretched tautly over ripe curves. Her husband let out a moan of appreciation as he reached out tentatively to touch it. She slapped his hand away roughly, causing him to flinch in pain. "Not yet, my little toilet slave," she purred, her voice dripping with contempt.

Natalia knelt down over him, her soft breath fanning across his face as she pressed her body against his. His heart raced in anticipation as he felt the heat emanating from her body. With a sudden thrust, she pushed the head of the strap-on dildo against his tight entrance. He winced in pain as she began to push harder, slowly forcing the massive cock into his unwilling ass. "Fucked husband with strap-on," she groaned softly, relishing in the power she held over him. His moans turned into sobs as the pain became unbearable, but still he didn't resist. Instead, he allowed himself to be taken, surrendering completely to his mistress's perverse desires.

As the dildo finally disappeared inside him, Natalia leaned back, admiring her handiwork. Her husband's ass was a sight to behold; any slave would envy it. She pushed him forward again, forcing him to take her weight on his bound arms. She was impressed by his strength; he barely seemed to struggle under her immense girth. "You're so perfect," she breathed, running her hands over his sweat-drenched body. "Any slave would die for the honor of being taken by you."

Feeling emboldened, she stepped away from him, reaching for a flogger that lay nearby. She swung it hard, the leather striking his already bruised skin with a sickening thud. Tears trickled down his face as he tried valiantly not to scream out in pain. "Please mistress," he pleaded between sobs, "I can't take any more."

But Natalia only laughed cruelly. "Oh, but you will," she assured him, her voice dripping with menace. "You're mine, remember? And as long as you're mine, you'll do whatever I say." She approached him again, this time with the fist of the strap-on dildo in her hand. "Now, open wide."

With shaking hands, he complied, parting his lips as best he could. She pressed the fist against his lips, urging him to take it deep inside his mouth. "Taste my strap-on, toilet slave," she commanded, "and don't you dare spit it out." He closed his eyes tightly as he felt the invasion of her fist in his mouth. It was warm and sticky with lube, and yet he couldn't help but feel repulsed by the act. But he remembered his place; he was hers to command, and so he kept his mouth open, letting her dildo fist push further and further inside.

As the fist reached the back of his throat, Natalia pulled it free and started to pummel his chest, using the head of the strap-on as a weapon. "You're such a worthless piece of shit," she spat, her breath warm against his skin. "But that's what makes you so perfect for me." She leaned in close once more, her lips brushing against his ear. "And now that you've tasted my strap-on, it's time for you to taste the real thing."

With that, she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head towards the toilet. "You're gonna take my shit whether you want to or not," she growled, "and don't make faces, or I'll teach you to eat my shit too." He trembled in fear as he felt her finger probe gently at his entrance. She was going to fist him; he could feel it. But he also knew that he wouldn't be able to resist her - not anymore. So he waited, bracing himself for the inevitable pain that was coming. Because in the end, that was all he was good for - taking her pain, enduring her humiliation, and being thankful that she had chosen him.

The rest of his story was lost in the echoing sound of his screams.