Natalia Kapretti - Puke if you dont like my shit

Natalia Kapretti's grin was wicked as she looked down at the pathetic being on the floor. "Yes, puke," she purred, her eyes glinting with malice. "If you don't like my shit, then show me." His face turned green, his stomach twisting in knots. She chuckled darkly, enjoying his discomfort. "Oh, don't worry, I won't make you eat it all at once. We'll take it slow."

She walked over to her commode, her hips swaying invitingly. "Now," she said, "I need you to climb up onto the seat for me. Make sure you get my scent." Her voice was full of command, impossible to resist. He hesitated only a moment before doing as he was told, his face close to her pussy, breathing in deeply as she spread her legs wider.

She felt him trembling against her, and she grinned wider. "That's it," she whispered, her hand moving down to his head. "Now lick me clean." His tongue flicked against her pussy, tasting the combined flavors of her arousal and her own shit. It sent shivers down her spine, but she wouldn't let him know it.

Instead, she reached for the strap-on cock she kept beside the toilet and pushed it into his mouth, forcing him to gag on the unfamiliar hardness. He tried to pull back, but she held him in place with one hand while she reached beneath him with the other. "Now it's time for me to cum," she murmured, her fingers finding his ass.

She pushed in, fingers disappearing inside him, and watched as his eyes rolled back in his head. He was completely at her mercy, and she loved every second of it. She cupped his chin in her hand, forcing his mouth open wider, and then she lowered him down onto the dildo.

He looked up at her again, pleading with his eyes for mercy, but she only laughed. "Oh, don't worry," she said, her voice mocking. "I'll give you time to adjust." Then she pushed him back against the wall, spreading his legs wider. "That's it, take it," she breathed, anticipating the look of pain on his face when the dildo filled him for the first time. "Now fuck me."

She rocked her hips back and forth, taking him deeper inside her with every thrust. He whimpered in pain, but she could see the pleasure building in his eyes. She leaned down, her mouth close to his ear. "That's it," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Do you like it? Do you like being used?" He nodded, his eyes wide and full of lust. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down to stroke his cock. "Cum for Mommy."

His whole body spasmed as he came, waves of pleasure coursing through him. Natalia watched with satisfaction as he emptied himself onto the floor. "See," she said, leaning back against the cool tile of the wall. "It wasn't so bad, was it?" She climbed off the toilet, her fist curled tight around the dildo inside him. "Clean yourself up," she ordered, turning her back on him. "Then wait for me."

She waited until she heard the hum of the cleaner before turning around again. He looked up at her from where he knelt, his cheeks red from scrubbing. "That's my good boy," she said, reaching down to rub his sore, stretched-out anus. "Now wait here. I have one more surprise for you."

Moments later, she returned carrying a tray with her collection of well-worn sex toys. "Open your mouth," she commanded, pushing him down onto the floor. He opened his mouth obediently, and she shoved the first toy in—a huge, slimy dildo covered in her saliva. He gagged around it, eyes wide in shock. "Like that?" she taunted, pushing another toy into his mouth. "Well, you've still got one more to go." She grinned wickedly as she reached into her ass and pulled out a long, black turd. "Now chew on this, and don't you dare swallow."

She watched with dark satisfaction as he struggled to work the giant turd past his lips. It transformed from solid to liquid in his mouth, coating his tongue and teeth with its foul taste. Suddenly, she grabbed his head and pushed it down into her lap. "Clean me up," she commanded, spreading her legs wide. "Lick me clean." He did as he was told, his tongue tracing the lines of her pussy juice and anus mucus around the rim of her asshole. "That's it," she panted, one hand on his head holding him in place, the other rubbing her clit. "Clean me, you disgusting piece of shit."

He lapped at her, cleaning her with his tongue until she was once again slick with her juices. "Now," she said, her voice low and commanding, "lick my ass clean." He hesitated for only a moment before lowering his mouth to her asshole, his tongue circling the tight opening. "Good boy," she purred, leaning back against the wall. "Now wait for me."

She climbed onto the toilet seat, grinding her hips against his face as she sat down, sandwiching him between the cold porcelain and her hot, sweaty body. He knew what was coming next, but he couldn't move. He continued to lap at her ass, his tongue working overtime to clean up her mess. And then she finally let him have it—a hot stream of piss shooting straight into his open mouth. He gagged and spluttered, trying desperately to keep up with the flow, his eyes watering from the force of it.

When she was finally finished, she leaned back against the wall, panting. "That's it," she murmured, her voice hoarse. "You're such a good little shitter." She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up to meet her eyes. "Don't you dare stand up until I say so." And with that, she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving him to sit there, exhausted and covered in her filth.

Hours later, she emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but a pair of high heels. "Time to go clean up," she said, her voice cold. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him to his feet, dragging him out of the room. "Natalia Kapretti," she muttered under her breath, "what have you done?"