Toilet Slaves Scatology - Naughty Schoolgirl Takes a Dump on Human Toilet - Part 2

By now, the naughty schoolgirl was in complete control of the situation. She knew that the man kneeling before her, his mouth gaping open in anticipation, was completely enthralled by the thought of tasting her; not just tasting her, but experiencing the ultimate form of humiliation that would come with it. She took a moment to savor the power she held over him, feeling the rush of excitement course through her veins.

Without warning, she pushed hard and her asshole produced sticky and smelly shit. The man didn't move, didn't react, he simply waited for her command. She spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it held an authority that demanded obedience. "Get ready, slave," she purred. And then, just as he was about to beg again, she gave the order: "Open wide."

He obeyed without hesitation, parting his lips as wide as he could, his tongue flicking nervously against the roof of his mouth. The anticipation was almost too much for him; his heart pounded in his chest and his cock throbbed painfully between his legs. As the unmistakable scent of her shit filled the air, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him, but he forced it down, determined to please his mistress.

The schoolgirl took a deep breath, savoring the moment. Then, she lowered her ass gently onto the man's outstretched tongue. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable, bracing himself against the assault on his senses. But before he could even register the taste, she spoke again, her voice a low, husky whisper in his ear. "Ahh... that's a good little toilet slave," she purred, her breath tickling his ears. "You like this, don't you?"

He couldn't answer, could barely think straight. All he could do was concentrate on pleasing her, on taking in every bit of her foul-smelling shit and making her happy. As he lapped it up, he felt his cock twitch in anticipation of what was to come next. Was there more shit waiting for him? Would she make him eat her pussy next? The possibilities were endless, and all he could do was wait for her to tell him what to do.

Meanwhile, the naughty schoolgirl took in the sight of the man kneeling at her feet, his tongue wrapped around her fingers as he eagerly awaited her next command. She felt a sense of power and control unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. This man, this pathetic slave, was hers to command, and she loved every second of it. She took a deep breath, savoring the moment, before finally speaking again. "Very well, slave," she said with a grin. "Now it's time for you to prove your loyalty to your mistress." And with that, she pulled her fingers free and stood up, leaving him staring up at her, desperate for more.

The look on his face was priceless; a mix of desire and dread that made her heart race. "Yes, slave," she purred. "I think it's time we took this to the next level." And with that, she left him there, kneeling on the cold floor, wondering what she had in store for him next. But one thing was for sure: he couldn't wait to find out.

The story continues with part 3...