Toiletslaveanddommes - Faith and Dirtywife strapon and turds feeding

Mister Faith was on his knees, his eyes fixed on the vision of splendor before him. Dirtywife stood towering above him, clad in her signature pair of spandex long socks that hugged her curvy legs tightly. She was dressed in nothing else, baring her well-toned body and inviting him to feast his eyes on every inch of it. A huge black strap-on dildo hung between her legs, the tip cocked to one side menacingly.

Faith could barely contain the excitement within him as he watched her slowly reach down and grasp the impossibly huge cock between her fingers. She slowly stroked it, teasing him as she held his gaze captive with hers. "Are you ready to serve your Mistress, toilet slave?" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

Without waiting for his response, she yanked him close to her, forcing him to take the massive erection into his mouth. It was like trying to fit a baseball bat down his throat, but Faith knew better than to protest or hesitate. As he dutifully sucked on the dildo, feeling it slide past his lips and down his throat, warmth flooded his loins. He couldn't help but imagine how soul-crushingly full his ass would feel when she impaled him on that monstrous cock.

Dirtywife grinned wickedly. "Now it's time for your final task," she said, her breath hot in his ear. "Get on all fours, toilet slave. I want to see that pretty little asshole of yours." Faith did as he was told, presenting his well-oiled backside to her. She stood behind him for a moment, her breath hot on his neck, before kicking him hard in the lower back. The force of the blow sent him tumbling forward, ass up, but he didn't dare complain, knowing what was coming next. He felt her lubricated finger probe his asshole, stretching and preparing him for what he was about to receive. It wasn't enough, though. Faith felt himself trembling with anticipation as he yearned for that massive cock to fill him up.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he felt the head of the dildo press against his stretched hole. Slowly, steadily, Dirtywife pushed inside, inch by inch. Faith gritted his teeth and bore down, determined not to make a sound as she claimed his asshole as her own. When she was finally seated to the hilt inside him, she took a moment to savor the feeling of domination and control. Then, without warning, she began to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back inside him, her pulsing cock filling him up completely.

Faith's world shattered around him. Never had he experienced such raw, primal pleasure, or felt so completely owned. She fucked him senseless, pulling him almost off the ground every time she thrust forward, her hips slapping against his ass in a rhythmic beat. He could feel her power coursing through him, fueling his own lust as he reached out to meet her, desperate for release.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Dirtywife pulled out of him, leaving him empty and aching. "Time for your reward, toilet slave," she purred, gesturing for him to follow her into the bathroom. She knelt on the floor and lowered her body, allowing Faith to see what she had in store for him. "I saved this special treat just for you." Faith stared in disbelief at the enormous pile of fresh turds in front of him. He knew what he had to do, and he did it without hesitation, leaning in close to sample the sweet, earthy flavor of his Mistress's shit. She watched, smirking, as he swallowed and reached for more, chewing on the delicacy with relish. "Excellent work, toilet slave," she said, ruffling his hair affectionately. "You've earned your place at my feet."

As he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand, Faith couldn't help but agree. He had never felt more fulfilled, more content, more at peace than he did right here, kneeling at Dirtywife's feet, ready to serve her in any way she desired.