Nemezis Queen - FEEDING A HUNGRY TOILET

Today's morning routine was a delight for the both of us. I woke up early, rolled over to my left side, and assumed the position. My living toilet was already awake and eagerly anticipating the delectable treat that was about to fill his mouth. My asshole was squeezed tight, ready to release the fruits of my labor from the night before.

I took my time, savoring the warmth spreading through my stomach, as I carefully positioned the rubber ball at the entrance to my anus. I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and pushed. The coolness of the ball against my sensitive skin sent shivers down my spine, but it also signaled the start of something wonderful. My ass muscles tightened around the intruder, pulling it deeper into my body as if it were a lover.

The warmth of my body and the tight grip of my asshole sent waves of pleasure through me. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan, feeling my toes curl with anticipation. I could sense my toilet's excitement as well; the eager bounce in his step and the rapid breathing told me he was as ready for this as I was.

With a swift movement, I removed the butt plug and pushed the stool closer to the edge of the bed. I squatted over the open hole, my asshole pulsing with anticipation. The warmth of his breath on my trembling ass cheeks sent shivers down my spine. His lips brushed against my entrance, teasing me mercilessly. I lowered myself slowly, feeling the head of his cock pressing against my prostate. With a deep breath, I let go and felt the warmth of his mouth envelop me.

His tongue darted in and out of my ass, circling my entrance and tracing the edge of my internal sphincter. The sensation was indescribable; a mix of pleasure and pain that sent shockwaves through my body. I gripped the sides of the toilet bowl, my knuckles turning white as I tried to maintain my balance. His fingers pressed against my asshole, massaging it gently as he continued to lave me with his tongue. I felt myself slipping deeper into the abyss of pleasure and submission.

Finally, I felt the familiar fullness of his cock as he began to fuck me. Each thrust pushed his hardened cock deeper into my ass, stretching me further than ever before. His tongue never stopped its relentless assault on my insides, driving me to the edge of sanity. I could feel the keenness of his teeth on my ass cheeks, ready to sink into my skin at any moment. I threw my head back, letting out a primal scream that echoed around the room.

Our rhythm was perfectly in sync; his thrusts and tongue movements mirroring my own. Every now and then, he would withdraw partially and slurp up the juices that spilled from my ass. His groans of pleasure only served to fuel my own lust, driving me deeper into depravity. I didn't know how much more of this I could take, but I didn't want it to end.

Suddenly, there was a change in rhythm. He pulled out of my ass and quickly stood up. I turned around, puzzled, only to see him holding a small bowl in front of me. My mouth watered at the sight of the yellowish-greenish gloop inside. It was a mix of his cum and my shit, but I eagerly reached out and scooped up some of it with my fingers. I pushed it into my mouth, savoring the taste of his cum mixed with the sweet flavor of my own shit. I moaned in delight as I swallowed every last drop.

He placed the bowl in front of him and sat down once again, presenting his asshole to me. I knew what was expected of me, so I grinned and moved into position. I knelt between his legs, feeling the heat radiating from his ass. My hands slipped behind his back as I prepared to feed him his own creation. With a gentle push, I forced my tongue into his ass, tasting the sweetness of his own cum mixed with my saliva.

Our roles reversed, I felt his hands gripping my arms tightly as he leaned back against the wall. His ass clenched around my tongue and I felt the fluttering of his sphincter against my cheek. We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, our minds lost in the erotic dance of power and submission. Finally, he pushed me away and stood up, his cock once again hard and ready for more pleasure.

He looked at me with a mix of lust and pride. "You're a good toilet, my love." His voice was husky, filled with desire. Without warning, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me towards him. Our lips crashed together, tongues exploring each other's mouths. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. We stood there, lost in each other's eyes, our hearts beating in perfect harmony.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his breathing ragged. "Come with me, my pet." His voice was filled with desire, and I followed him without hesitation. We walked hand in hand towards the bathroom, our steps in perfect sync. I knew that this was just the beginning of another day in paradise. I was his living toilet, his personal dumpster for his pleasure. And I loved every minute of it.