Toilet Slaves Scatology - Rias Shy Snake Shit!

Ria wasn't quite sure when she stepped into the toilet that day, but she knew that she felt her belly rumble a little after the meeting. It wasn't entirely unexpected, as she'd been drinking quite a bit of water to keep herself hydrated throughout the presentation. But now that she was alone in the restroom, the question of whether she should or shouldn't give in to her body's urge was no longer an issue. After all, this was where she got her kinky thrills.

She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. Her figure was in top shape, thanks to the daily workouts she religiously maintained. Her hair, tied up in a bun, glistened under the fluorescent lights. But it was her large, deep-set eyes that caught her attention most. They held a mix of innocence and defiance—the perfect combination for someone who enjoyed playing with their scatological desires.

Slowly, she lowered her pants and pantyhose to her ankles, revealing her soft, pale buttocks. The snake-like shape of the turd she'd just produced seemed to fit her like a glove. Unable to resist the temptation, she grabbed a handful of her own shit, squeezing it gently between her finger and thumb. The warmth and weight of it against her skin sent shivers down her spine.

Ria wasn't sure what came over her as she proceeded to rub her feces all over her skin—over her nipples, down her thighs, and finally back up to her clit. As she teased herself with her own filth, a moan escaped her lips and she started to pant. Her fingers delved back into the toilet bowl, grabbing fresh handfuls of her shit to continue her ritual.

This time, she spread her legs, pressing her feces-covered palm against her wet pussy. The coldness of the shit against her heated flesh only served to heighten her sensations. As she began to masturbate, her fingers plunged in and out of her ass, coated in a thick layer of her own feces.

She let out another moan as her orgasm hit her, clenching her muscles around her own fingers. The rush of pleasure was overwhelming, almost painful. But it was also exhilarating—the ultimate fusion of taboo and desire.

Finally, when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Ria pulled her hand out of the toilet bowl. She slowly stood up, taking her time to admire the mess she'd created. Her thighs were smeared with shit, her fingers were coated in it, and her buttocks glistened with the evidence of her fetish. And yet, there was something strangely beautiful about it all.

Slowly, she made her way out of the restroom, leaving behind a trail of her own feces. As she walked back to her office, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. After all, she'd just experienced the ultimate release, all thanks to her scat fetish.

In many ways, Ria was grateful for her toilet slave persona. It allowed her to explore the deepest, darkest corners of her sexuality—a place where taboos were broken and desires ran wild. And as she settled back into her chair, ready to tackle the next meeting, she couldn't help but wonder what her next toilet adventure would be like.