SCATDOMINAANDTOILET - Diarheea in mouth and cock cumming

As I kneeled before her, my heart racing with anticipation, Mistress Scatladys allowed me a moment to admire her perfectly polished stiletto heels. Her black fishnet stockings hugged her voluptuous thighs, and her crimson red lipstick added an extra touch of dominance to her already imposing presence. With a sultry smile, she gestured for me to lean forward, presenting my face towards her exposed ass cheeks. "You've been such a good little toilet slave today," she purred, "and I think it's only fair that you receive a reward for your efforts." Her words sent shivers down my spine as I braced myself for what was to come.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat, presenting her perfectly rounded ass to my face. "Go on," she commanded. I could hardly believe my luck as I pressed my lips against her soft, supple skin, worshipping her divine ass with every ounce of love and devotion I possessed. The sweet scent of her perfume mingled with the bitter tang of her diarrhea, and I savored every second of the intimate encounter.

As I lavished attention upon her perfect behind, Mistress Scatladys began to moan softly, her hips grinding against my face in rhythm with my ministrations. And then, without warning, she let loose a torrent of hot, steaming diarrhea, filling my mouth to the brim with her creamy feces. Her ass cheeks trembled as she emptied herself onto me, and I could feel the warmth of her shit seeping into my mouth, down my throat, and into every fiber of my being.

When she was finally finished, she pulled away, gently stroking my hair as she admired her handiwork. "That's a good boy," she cooed. "Now it's time for the next part of your little reward." With a wicked gleam in her eye, she stood up, showing off her perfectly unsoiled behind. "Go ahead," she taunted. "Taste the fruits of your labor."

Swallowing hard, I did as she commanded, leaning forward and slowly licking the last traces of shit from her ass cracks. The taste was bitter and repulsive, yet strangely arousing. As I licked, my cock began to stir within my pants, growing harder by the second. Watching Mistress Scatladys unabashedly use me as her personal toilet had done strange things to me, filling me with a perverse mixture of humiliation, desire, and submissive love.

With a triumphant smirk, Mistress Scatladys stepped back, her stilettos clicking on the cold tile floor. "Now it's time for you to show me what a good little cockslut you really are," she purred. And with that, she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my raging hard-on. I didn't have to wait long before I heard the unmistakable sound of her ass cheeks smacking against the toilet bowl once more. This time, however, there was an added bonus: the unmistakable sound of her piss splashing into the water. She was truly using me for all she was worth!

As I watched her curvaceous figure in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy for the toilet seat beneath her. But then she pulled out, revealing her dripping wet pussy, and all thoughts of jealousy fled my mind. "Kneel," she commanded. I obeyed without hesitation, presenting my mouth for her to sit upon. And so, as she rode my face like a queen atop her throne, I lost myself in the sensation of her hot piss and sticky juices dripping down my throat. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, one that I knew would leave me aching with desire for hours to come. And as she finally reached climax, moaning my name into the steamy bathroom air, I knew that I was hers, body and soul.

As if reading my thoughts, Mistress Scatladys leaned down and whispered in my ear. "That's right, my little toilet slave," she purred. "You belong to me now." And with that, she stood up, her sticky crotch leaving a trail of evidence behind. "Now go ahead and clean up this mess," she said, gesturing to the toilet seat and the floor. "I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom." And with that, she turned and left, the sound of her stiletto heels echoing through the silence of the bathroom.

Grateful for her command, I wasted no time in getting to work. First, I licked up every last drop of her piss from the toilet bowl, savoring the tangy taste on my tongue. Then, I knelt by the side of the toilet and began lapping up the remainder of her diarrhea, cleaning the porcelain with my tongue until it was as spotless as if it had never been used. And finally, I rose to my feet, took a deep breath, and prepared myself for whatever new adventure Mistress Scatladys had in store for me next.