Natalia Kapretti - Smeared in shit, dream of living toilet

Natalia Kapretti - Smeared in shit, dream of living toilet

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I woke up early in the morning feeling pleasantly full from the night's shitting. As soon as I opened my eyes, I immediately felt the urge to relieve myself again. My mind drifted back to the dream I'd had, where I was the queen of a dirty kingdom where shit was revered and worshipped. In my dream, I had a toilet slave who would crawl to me, tail between his legs, and eat the shit I smeared over my body.

The thought made my nipples harden under my dirty shirt and my pussy tingled with anticipation. I slowly sat up in bed, feeling the warm, sticky lump inside me growing bigger by the second. I couldn't wait to let it out and feel it flow hot and thick down my legs.

As I stood up, the weight of the shit inside me pushed against my insides, making me gasp. I grabbed onto the bedpost for support, feeling my knees weaken under the pressure. My tight ass clenched around the load in anticipation, and then suddenly, it was gone - out in one massive push.

The feeling of relief washed over me as I sighed contently, watching as thick ropes of my own shit plopped onto the floor, dripping down my leg like warm honey. I couldn't help but reach down and feel the soft, warm mass with my fingers, smearing it between my fingers and playing with it like a cat with a toy.

My pussy twitched with excitement, begging to be touched and played with as well. I traced my fingers along my slit, feeling the familiar wetness between my legs. I wanted more than anything to feel the weight of a cock inside me, pumping my dirty, shitty guts full.

As I stood there, lost in my thoughts and pleasure, I couldn't help but wondering who could be my toilet slave. Who would be brave enough to crawl under me and worship my shit-covered body? To lick up every last drop of my sweet, sticky nectar?

I caught my reflection in the mirror, and for a moment, I saw what my toilet slave must see – a goddess of filth, her body smeared with hot, fragrant shit. My pussy dripped with excitement, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have someone's tongue lapping at my clit, their fingers probing deep inside me, filling me with their cocks, their hands, their mouths.

The more I thought about it, the more turned on I became. Suddenly, I had an idea. I grabbed a handful of freshly squeezed toothpaste from the bathroom shelf and squeezed it into a long, runny strand between my fingers. I dipped my finger into my pile of fresh shit and began painting my body with the gooey mixture.

The taste of toothpaste mixed with the rich, earthy flavor of my own shit sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I moaned softly, tracing patterns onto my skin with the dirty mixture. My fingers found their way back to my pussy, rubbing against my clit, teasing it to life.

I slid my fingers inside me, feeling the warm, silky walls of my aroused cunt gripping onto them. I groaned, arching my back as I imagined what it would feel like to have someone else inside me, filling me up with their dirty lust.

I climaxed hard, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I found myself lost in the dirty world of my own fantasies. As I stood there, panting and spent, I couldn't help but wonder – who would be my toilet slave? Who would crawl at my feet, begging to taste and worship the dirty goddess that I was?

The thought turned me on all over again, and I knew that I would never find peace until I found someone willing to take on that role. Until then, I would just have to keep dreaming of living toilets and finding someone to fulfill my every dirty desire.