Natalia Kapretti - Eat shit, toilet, we are what we eat

Natalia Kapretti stood in front of the toilet, her perfect ass swaying gently as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She had been using this poor guy as her personal toilet bowl for weeks now, and it filled her with a sadistic delight. She reached back and unbuttoned her pants, slowly pulling them down to reveal her plump ass covered in just a thin pair of lacy black panties. Her ass cheeks were already sticky with the remnants of his saliva that had dribbled down her legs. "Open wide, toilet," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt. The man before her, his face pressed against the cold ceramic of the toilet bowl, obeyed instantly. He couldn't believe how humiliating his life had become, but he couldn't deny the intense pleasure he felt as he watched her perfect ass approach the rim of the toilet. Natalia smiled cruelly as she positioned her ass above his waiting mouth. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself, her pussy juices and shit coating his tongue as she sat on his face. She wiggled her ample cheeks, forcing him to try and lick up every last drop of her filth. "That's a good toilet," she purred, feeling his tongue barely scratching the surface of her ass, "now it's time for some real action." She reached back, unleashing a torrent of hot, steaming shit onto his waiting tongue. He gagged and choked, but never moved his mouth from her ass. He was addicted to the smell and taste of her shit, and couldn't resist even if he wanted to. "Swallow," she growled, feeling the shudders run through his body as he forced the thick, nasty wad of shit down his throat, "I said swallow." The man did as he was told, swallowing every last drop of Natalia's shit as if it was the most delicious meal he had ever had. As he finished, Natalia tapped him lightly on the shoulder, indicating that he should remove her filthy load from his face. "Suck me clean," she ordered, positioning herself once more above his waiting mouth. He eagerly obeyed, sucking her puckered asshole clean of any remaining shit. Natalia moaned in pleasure, feeling the warmth of his tongue against her most private place. She knew he would do anything for just a taste of her ass. "That's a dirty toilet," she chuckled, "but you're even dirtier. Now go ahead, taste yourself. Lick your own cum and the rest of your filth from my toilet seat." He did as he was told, eager to taste any remaining remnants of his own shame. He licked and lapped at his cum and piss, savoring the foul flavors that now defined his existence. Natalia watched with cold satisfaction, feeling a twinge of disappointment that this session was coming to an end. She knew she would have to find another toilet soon, but for now, she would savor the memory of this one. "Go ahead," she said finally, "wipe yourself off." The man reached for the toilet paper, wiping the last remnants of his humiliation from his face. As he stood up, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. He had been reduced to nothing more than a toilet bowl, but he couldn't deny the intense pleasure he felt whenever he was used by Natalia. "Thank you, toilet," Natalia said with a cruel smile, "for taking care of my business." And with that, she turned and left him there, standing in the bathroom, wondering how much longer he could go on living this way. But deep down, he knew there was no escape. Natalia had claimed him as her own, and he was nothing more than her toilet bowl now.