Scat-Princess - Hurry Toilet Lay Down I need to Poop

Adison was in a rush, her day filled with endless meetings and appointments. As she hurried through the hallways of her opulent mansion, her eyes settled on her poor toilet slave. He was on his knees, head bowed in submission, waiting for her command. She knew exactly what she wanted from him - and she wasn't about to waste any time. "Toilet," she commanded, her voice harsh but seductive, "I need you to do your duty. Hurry up and lay down so I can use you!" The slave instantly recognized the gravity of his mistress's words and hastened to obey. He lowered his ass to the cold marble floor and presented himself to her, his back arched in submission. Adison glared down at him, visibly pleased at his quick obedience. "Good boy," she purred, feeling a tingle of anticipation as she pulled down her skirt. She knew that once she sat on her toilet slave's face, the smell of her excrement would fill the room - a smell that both repulsed and turned her on. Clutching her crotch, she tried to hold back the inevitable until she was ready. The wait was agonizing for both parties involved. The slave listened in anticipation, desperately trying to prepare himself for what was coming. Even he, with all his years of toilet slavery, had trouble imagining the strength of Adison's upcoming waste. He could feel his heart racing as he waited for his mistress to release him from his torment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Adison gave in to her pressing need. She let loose an ear-splitting fart, shuddering with pleasure as it reverberated through her body. Then, without hesitation, she lowered herself onto the toilet slave's face. The moment her ass made contact with her slave's face, a wave of hot, putrid air washed over him. Adison moaned in ecstasy as she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin. She grinded her hips back and forth against his face, pushing her shit deeper into his mouth. The slave fought against the urge to gag, knowing that to disappoint his mistress now would mean certain punishment. He used every ounce of willpower he possessed to swallow Adison's waste, choking down the revolting taste and feeling it slosh around in his stomach. As Adison reached her climax, her body tensed and she let out a primal scream. She smacked her slave's head violently, verbally abusing him as she pushed the last of her feces down his throat. When she finally pulled away, the slave could only look up at her in awe, his face caked with her shit. Adison stood up, admiring her handiwork in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair, proud of herself for maintaining control over her toilet slave despite being in such a rush. As she turned to leave, she gave her slave one final look of approval before departing, leaving him there to clean up her mess by himself.