Natalia Kapretti - Two shit eater and a sucker

Natalia Kapretti - Two shit eater and a sucker

Today was a special day for Natalia Kapretti. She had dressed up in her most luxurious lingerie, putting on a sexy pair of stockings, a corset, and high heels that accentuated her perfect curves. Her long, luxurious auburn hair was left loose, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Closing her bedroom door behind her, she made her way to the bathroom where she took a seat on her golden throne. Her two living toilets, John and Mark, were already waiting for her, squatting miserably on the cold tiles. They eyed each other warily, their faces flushed with embarrassment and excitement. Natalia watched with a mix of amusement and arousal as they tried to avoid making eye contact while simultaneously taking in every detail of each other's bodies. She would often make them engage in these shameful activities together, knowing full well how it would exacerbate their feelings of humiliation and envy. And it always turned her on to see them compete for her attention and affection, even though they were completely unnecessary to her. "Let's get this show on the road, shall we?" Natalia purred, her voice dripping with delightful sarcasm. "John, go ahead and eat Mark's shit. And Mark, make sure to look him in the eyes while you do it." The two men exchanged nervous glances before John tentatively leaned forward and opened his mouth. Mark tensed, his sphincter clenching tightly as he waited for that familiar, nauseating heat to envelop him. But instead of pushing against his willing entrance, John lowered his head and gently kissed Mark's asshole, sending shivers down his spine. "Mmm, that's it," Natalia murmured approvingly. "Now John, you can start." With steady hands, John reached out and grasped the small turd that was waiting for him in Mark's bowels. He took a deep breath and popped it into his mouth, closing his eyes gratefully as he savored the bitter-sweet taste of his master's waste. Mark watched, a mixture of horror and arousal burning in his gut. He wanted to be the one eating Natalia's shit, not John. But then again, he wanted to be the one Natalia was fucking, not the other way around. He felt like he was caught in a never-ending cycle of humiliation and desire, with no end in sight. Meanwhile, Natalia sat back and watched with a satisfied grin on her face. She loved playing with their emotions, pushing them to the brink of insanity with her twisted games. She had trained John well, turning him into a competent cocksucker who would do anything she asked of him. And Mark? Well, maybe it was time for him to learn some new tricks too. "Now Mark," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "It's time for you to take a little walk on the wild side." Mark's heart hammered in his chest as he felt her wetness between her legs. He knew what she was implying and he didn't want to do it. But he also knew that refusing her would only make things worse. "Yes, Natalia," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'll do it." As John continued to eat his shit, Mark leaned forward and began to lick Natalia's wet pussy. His tongue darted in and out of her folds, pushing against her clit and making her moan with pleasure. But inside, he felt sick. This wasn't right. But then again, nothing had ever felt right since he became Natalia's living toilet. Time seemed to stand still as Natalia reached her climax, her body shuddering with delight as waves of pleasure washed over her. She looked down at the two men, their faces a mask of submission and lust, and knew that she had them right where she wanted them. "That's a good boy," she purred, patting Mark's head affectionately. "Now it's time for you to taste my sweet nectar." John had finished eating his fill and was now eagerly waiting for his turn. He watched as Natalia pushed Mark's head towards her dripping pussy, their faces just inches apart. And then, as if by magic, he found himself staring into Mark's eyes as he began to taste his own master's cum for the very first time. The rest of the afternoon was spent in a similar vein, with Natalia carrying on her twisted games until she was exhausted and ready for a nap. And even then, the two men remained squatting, waiting for her next order, their eyes filled with the shameful desire that kept them tied to her side.