PooAlina - Alina pooping diarrhea and farts in mouth toilet slave

Alina sat on the toilet, her soft and plump behind wrapped in black mesh panties, peaks of her butt cheeks spilling out the sides. She let out a long, slow sigh as her body began to react to the large breakfast she had the day before. Her stomach churned with each strong gust of wind, soon to make its way out of her ass. With every frustrated grunt and groan, Alina rubbed her swollen clit through her panties, unable to resist the sexual thrill of the act.

Her mind wandered back to the meal that had filled her up so much - smoked fish, salad with cheese and garlic, and a rich creamy sauce that had slid down her throat like silk. She could still taste the saltiness of the fish and the tang of the sauce on her tongue, but it was mingled with the sharp, acidic taste of her own diarrhea. Alina moaned softly as another wave of nausea washed over her, and she slid a finger inside her panties to curl around her almond-shaped anus.

With each gassy fart that escaped from her body, Alina felt a pleasant tingling sensation spread through her. The sensation was so intense that she couldn't help but mewl like a cat as she finally let go of the tension that had been building in her bowels. Her sphincter relaxed, and a hot, steaming stream of liquid feces poured out of her tight asshole and splattered onto the tub floor below. The stench was overwhelming, yet it only served to fuel her arousal.

Once she was finished emptying her bowels, Alina sat back on the toilet seat and let out a contented sigh. She wiped her ass with a wad of toilet paper, enjoying the cool, damp sensation against her raw skin. Still hungry for more, she reached for her phone and scrolled through the contacts list until she found the one she was looking for.

With trembling fingers, she dialed the number of her toilet slave - a man she knew was on the other end of the line, waiting to receive whatever she had to offer. The phone rang once, then twice, before it was picked up by a deep, gravely voice.

"Yes, Mistress? What can I do for you today?" the man asked eagerly, his words causing shivers to run down Alina's spine.

"I have a present for you," she purred into the phone, picking up a fresh wad of toilet paper and squeezing it tightly. "Come over now."

Alina hung up the phone, her heart racing with anticipation. Within minutes, there was a knock at the door, and she met her toilet slave on the other side. She held out the soiled paper for him to see, her lips curling into a smile.

"Here, my little toilet boy," she whispered seductively, her breath hot against his ear. "I saved this just for you." She stepped back, revealing her bare butt hidden in a thin cloud of smoke, and nodded towards the toilet.

The man knew what he had to do. He bowed his head in submission and plunged his face straight into the pile of shit, opening wide to receive Alina's gift. As he felt her hot liquid waste pouring down his throat, he could feel himself growing hard beneath his clothes. He wasn't sure if it was from fear or excitement, but he couldn't wait for more.

Alina watched with a mix of pleasure and disgust as her toilet slave devoured her shit, his lips moving rhythmically as he swallowed each mouthful. She couldn't resist the power trip she got from the whole ordeal - knowing that she was in control of another human being's body and mind was incredibly arousing.

When he was finished, she nodded for him to stand up. He did so, his face beet red with embarrassment but also tinged with an unmistakable glow of satisfaction. Alina reached over to his pants and grabbed onto his stiff cock, guiding it towards her ass. She looked over her shoulder and smiled wickedly before slowly sitting down on his dick, engulfing him in her tight asshole.

With a groan of pleasure, the man found himself fucking his own boss, taking her shit and loving every minute of it. As Alina leaned back against the toilet, her eyes rolled back in her head with ecstasy, he knew he would do anything she asked of him - because deep down, he was a toilet slave through and through.

Their love/hate relationship continued as they explored the darkest corners of their fetish, each finding pleasure in the power and humiliation that came with it. For Alina, there was nothing quite like the rush of dominance she felt when she was sitting on her toilet slave's face or when she was taking a shit with his dick buried inside her ass. And for him, there was no one else he would rather please or be ashamed of pleasing than his beloved Mistress Alina. Theirs was a twisted love story, played out in the privacy of a bathroom stall.

As she rode him hard, feeling his cock throbbing inside her, Alina couldn't help but wonder how many more times she would push this young man to the brink of shame and embarrassment. The thought only fueled her excitement, and she hummed happily as she felt him cum deep inside her bowels.

With a final thrust, Alina came hard, her orgasm shaking her body as her ass clenched tightly around her toilet slave's cock. She collapsed against him, breathing heavily, before pulling away and standing up straight.

The man stayed where he was, kneeling on the floor with his head bowed in submission. Alina walked over to the sink and washed her hands, her reflection looking back at her with a smug satisfaction. As she dried her hands on a towel, she turned to face him once again.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she asked, "Well, slave? Are you ready for your next task?"

He looked up at her, his heart racing with anticipation. "Yes, Mistress," he replied eagerly. "I am."