Natalia Kapretti - Smelly shitty breakfast for my toilet slut

For breakfast, my beloved Natalia Kapretti, also known as my toilet slut, requested something particularly smelly and disgusting. She wanted me to shit in her plate—and not just any shit, but the kind that comes after a long period of fasting. Of course, I couldn't refuse such a delicate request from my living toilet. Women should never be denied when they express their desires, especially if it involves satisfying my own twisted fantasies.

With a grin on her face that could melt even the coldest heart, my toilet slave kneeled before me and presented her chosen dish: a plate of fresh fruit, including grapes—her favorite treat among the mess I'd been feeding her all these years. Oh, how she loved the feeling of my warm feces dripping down her throat, coating every inch of her being in my intoxicating scent... It was truly bewitching.

Without a word, I began my disgusting ritual, starting with a generous portion of shit that had been accumulating in my bowels since yesterday. She watched eagerly as I positioned myself above her plate and pushed out the soft, steaming load with all my might. A stream of putrid shit flew out and covered every inch of the plate with a thick, chunky layer—a true artistic masterpiece in the world of scat fetishes.

The sickly sweet smell of fresh shit immediately filled the room, causing both of us to sniff greedily at the air. My pretty shit-eater closed her eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the scent that now permeated every inch of her skin and hair. This was her favorite part—the moment when she could finally indulge in the pungent aroma without having to worry about anyone else finding out about our disgusting habits.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she picked up a grape from the plate and held it under my ass, daring me to push out more of my filth. I obliged with pleasure, knowing that this was exactly what she wanted from me. As the thick shit oozed out of my body and dripped onto the floor, she carefully placed the grape back onto the plate—now covered in a thin layer of my feces. It was absolute perfection, and I knew that nothing else would suffice for my toilet slut today.

She smiled up at me with adoration, her eyes brimming with lustful excitement as she prepared to consume her meal. Slowly but surely, she began pushing the chunks of fruit around on the plate, working up the courage to finally taste the shit that covered every inch of the fruit she loved so much. And when she finally did, there was no holding back—she dove right in, her tongue darting out to lap up every last bit of my disgusting offering.

Together, we savored the rich flavors and aromas of our shared meal, taking our time to savor every last bite. I could feel her body trembling with excitement as she picked up a banana and slid it deep inside herself, fucking herself on my shit-coated fruit. She let out soft moans of pleasure, her hips bucking wildly as she took me deeper and deeper inside her. This was as close to intimacy as we could ever hope to get—our shared love for all things filthy and disgusting binding us together in a twisted dance of desire and depravity.

As we finished our meal, I reached down between her legs and felt the warmth of her pussy, still sticky with my shit and juices. With a grin, I grabbed a grape from the plate and pushed it deep inside her, filling her up with more of my foul concoction. She let out a moan of ecstasy as she felt my shit and cock simultaneously stretching her tight little hole. This was bliss, she thought—and so did I.

With one final, loving look at my toilet slut—my dear Natalia Kapretti—I leaned in and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips. We were one in this sick, twisted world of ours, bound by our love for the filthiest of fetishes. And in that moment, as we bathed each other in our own waste, I knew that there was no other place I'd rather be than right here with her.