ScatqueensBerlin - Toiletslaves shit cock Part1

The room was dimly lit, with the only source of light emanating from the corner where Miss Flowers stood. She was clad in a revealing leather outfit that accentuated her voluptuous figure, her hips swaying seductively as she addressed the person lying facedown on the floor before her. "You'll do nicely," she purred, her heels digging into the naked man's back as she straddled him, "I require a toilet slave who will not only to receive my shit, but also to perform oral sex on it." Her mouth curled into a wicked grin as she reached down, grabbing a fistful of his hair in one hand and a plastic cup in the other, "And that's exactly what you're going to do, toilet slave."

Without further ado, she pushed his head towards her ass and he opened his mouth, staring up at her expectantly. "This is what you signed up for," she scoffed, "You wanted to serve a queen – well here I am, standing over you with an inviting offer." The man could feel her hot breath against his skin as her thong-clad ass neared his face, the metallic scent of her shit mingling with her perfume. With careful control, she began to take slow, deep breaths, holding them in his mouth when she finally released a soft, warm fart into his waiting mouth. He gagged slightly but didn't pull away as she repeated the process several times, training him to accept her filth with each passing moment.

Once she was satisfied with his progress, Miss Flowers grinned down at him, reaching behind her with a look of triumph as she grasped something firmly between her fingers. "Now," she purred, "it's time for the main course." Gradually, she pulled her fingers out of her ass, revealing a long, thick, half-hard cock covered in a dark, gloppy mess. "Isn't it beautiful?" She asked sarcastically, her tone dripping with contempt as she held it out for him to admire. The man could hardly believe his eyes – this was not what he had signed up for at all! But as Miss Flowers leaned down over him, he knew there was no turning back now.

She positioned the cock at his lips, grinning wickedly as he recoiled in disgust. "Go on," she commanded, "show me how much you want to please your queen." Slowly, the man opened his mouth wider, feeling his gag reflex fighting against the sheer impossibility of what he was about to do. But as Miss Flowers pushed the cock deeper into his mouth, past his tongue and into the back of his throat, he gave in to the inevitable. Her shit coated his taste buds, filling his mouth with a hot, foul taste that he could hardly bear. And yet, he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him as he felt himself being used by this powerful queen in such a degrading way.

Miss Flowers watched with delight as he struggled to swallow her shit-covered cock, groaning in pleasure as she felt him cleaning her insides with his tongue. "That's it, toilet slave," she purred, pumping her hips in time with his efforts, "Suck on my cock until you've had enough." And so he did, until his stomach churned with revulsion and he could take no more. With one last powerful thrust, he forced the last of her shit down his throat, feeling it slither its way down into his belly as he gagged and retched on the floor beneath him.

As he lay there, exhausted and spent, Miss Flowers straightened up, surveying her handiwork with satisfaction. "Not bad," she mused, "for a first try." She reached down, grabbing his hair once more and pulling him up off the floor until he was on his knees before her. Looking down at him with a mixture of triumph and lust, she whispered softly into his ear. "And now, it's time for your reward." And with that, she stepped back, allowing him to see what she had been saving for last: the messy pile of human feces that she had just deposited into his waiting mouth.

With a sense of dread and anticipation coursing through him, the man opened his mouth wide, awaiting his queen's command. And as he did so, Miss Flowers grinned wickedly before pushing him face-first into the pile of shit, burying his head deep within its warm, gloopy depths. "Enjoy your meal," she said with a laugh, turning and making her way towards the bedroom where she would clean up and prepare for her next conquest. And as the man began to dig into his meal, he couldn't help but wonder: was there really anything more humiliating than being a human toilet for a goddess like Miss Flowers?