Toilet Slaves Scatology - Waitress Serves Piss and Poop!

The restaurant was empty, and the waitress knew exactly how to take advantage of the situation. She walked over to the lone customer, staring him down with a mischievous glint in her eye. He wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he was about to find out. She led him to the middle of the room and instructed him to lie down on top of the table. He did as he was told, feeling completely out of his element. His heart was racing as he watched her move closer, wondering what she would do next. Without hesitation, she grabbed his face and began forcing her urine straight into his mouth. He felt the warm liquid flowing down his throat, choking him at times but unable to stop himself from swallowing every last drop. It was the most disgusting thing he had ever experienced, and yet there was something about it that was strangely arousing. When she finally finished, she took a step back to admire her handiwork, a smug smile curling her lips. Then she turned her attention to his face, slowly lowering her bare ass onto his mouth. He felt the weight of her body pressing down on him, the smell of her feces filling his nostrils. He tried to move away, but she had pinned him down. She began to grind against his face, rubbing her shit into his skin. He could feel it coating his cheeks, trickling down his neck. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the sensation. But suddenly, she sat up straight, revealing a massive pile of steaming shit on his face. It was so huge that it was practically covering his entire head. He couldn't believe what was happening. He was humiliated, disgusted, aroused - all at the same time. The waitress wasn't finished with him yet. She climbed off the table and stalked over to a nearby stool, her naked ass still coated in her own feces. She mounted the stool and began grinding her hips against the base of his erection. He couldn't help but respond, even as he struggled to understand what was happening to him. She continued to rub against him, her hand moving up and down his shaft, coaxing him closer and closer to the edge. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He exploded, shooting his load against his will. His face was still covered in shit, but now there was more of a mess to add to the mix. The waitress watched with satisfaction as he came, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She leaned forward, her breasts pressed against his cheek. "There now, wasn't that a pleasure?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. He didn't answer, knowing that any words he spoke would be inadequate to describe the experience he had just endured. And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him there to deal with the aftermath of their encounter. He couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do anything except lie there and wonder how on earth he was going to explain this to anyone.