Toilet Slaves Scatology - He Lives to Eat Her Sticky, Smelly Scat! - Full Movie

In the plush bathroom of her luxurious penthouse apartment, an older man lay prostrate on the floor, his eyes glued to the figure of a woman who stood above him, controlling his every move. She wore nothing but a pair of black lace panties and was smiling down at him with a sneer of dominance that made his heart race. He knew what she wanted from him, and despite the disgusting nature of her request, he would do anything to please her.

His eyes followed the delicate curve of her hips as she strutted towards him, her high heels creating a seductive click-clack on the pristine tiles. Spots of dried feces were scattered around her feet, a testament to the acts they'd engaged in earlier that morning. As she reached down and placed one hand on his shoulder, he closed his eyes, bracing himself for what was to come.

Her voice was like honey, smooth and hypnotic as she spoke to him. "You're such a good little toilet slave, aren't you?" she purred, running her fingers through his greasy, messy hair. She bent down, her mouth inches from his ear, and whispered softly, "I know you love eating my scat, don't you?"

His response was a groan, a mix of pleasure and shame that she knew exactly how to elicit from him. She smiled and straightened up, walking over to the extravagant golden throne that dominated one side of the bathroom. The stench of feces and urine hit him like a wave, making his stomach churn, but he forced himself to breathe through it, knowing that soon enough, he would be covered in it too.

As she settled onto the toilet, her pussy just barely missing contact with the cold porcelain, she let out a sigh of contentment. "It's time for you to clean me up," she said, her voice commanding and authoritative. She wiggled her ass suggestively, giving him a clear view of her gaping asshole and the massive turd that was still inside of it. "But first," she continued, reaching between her legs and pinching out a small, wet clump of feces, "I want you to eat this."

She leaned forward, her breasts almost spilling out of her top as she offered him the tiny mound of shit. He opened his mouth obediently, feeling his gag reflex begging him to stop, but he forced himself to swallow it down. She smiled proudly and stood up, opening her legs wide, inviting him to taste the rest of her offering.

He scrambled forward on his hands and knees, eager to please her. As he reached the edge of the toilet, she placed her hand on his head, pushing him forward until his face was inches from her perfect, round ass. With a cruel gleam in her eye, she splayed her fingers through his oily hair, pulling his face closer to her asscheeks. "Now," she purred, "clean me up."

She lowered herself slowly onto his face, her asshole fluttering against his lips. He opened his mouth, eager to taste the stinky, smelly mess that she was about to unleash upon him. As she let out a satisfying sigh, he felt the hot, sticky splatter of shit hitting his face, running down his cheeks and into his mouth. He lapped at her ass, cleaning up every last bit of her mess, even as another wave of her shit hit him, coating his tongue and filling his mouth.

She stayed there for what felt like an eternity, wriggling her ass and grinding against his face, while he lapped up her juices and wiped away any stray pieces of shit that had landed on his skin. Finally, she sat up, wiping her ass with a wad of toilet paper and tossing it into the toilet. "That's a good boy," she said, giving him a pat on the head. "Now, why don't you clean yourself up and meet me in the bedroom? I think it's time for round two."