Toilet Slaves Scatology - The Human Toilet Eats Up My Disgusting Shit! - Part 2

The warm, wet sensation spreading across my buttocks was intensifying. It felt like I was being covered in the warm, silkiest oil, only it was much harder to wash off. I knew what it was, of course - my own puddle, a mixture of cum and my filth. I allowed myself a moment of disgust, but then forced myself to continue. I grinned down at him, seeing the disgust mixing with desire in his eyes. He was nothing more than my toilet now, but he was also a willing participant in this twisted play we shared. I felt my pussy throbbing with anticipation of the next round.

I took aim once more, moaning as the initial burning sensation gave way to a delicious fullness. It felt like I was trying to shove a brick up my own asshole, but the sensation of being stretched and filled was beyond exhilarating. Finally, I felt the head of my cock pushing against that last layer of resistance, threatening to break through. A shudder ran through me, and I forced myself to keep going, barely registering the screams tearing from my throat. Slowly, inexorably, I pushed deeper, until at last I felt the harsh heat of his ass wrap around my lover, moaning in ecstasy as he swallowed every inch of me into his greedy depths.

With a relieved groan, I pulled most of the way out, leaving just the head buried deep inside him. It wasn't enough - I needed more of him, more of his warmth, his grasping tightness. Reaching behind me, I found his cock, already slick with anticipation, and wrapped my hand around it slowly, teasingly, letting him feel the gentle tugging even as I plunged back into his depths once more. His hips rose off the grungy floor in response, meeting each thrust with eager desperation. The feeling was incredible - like nothing else I'd ever experienced. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, my hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. "You're such a slut for this, aren't you?" I asked, grinning at the way he moaned and shook his head in wordless agreement.

From that moment on, we were lost in a world of our own making. Time passed in a blur of moans and grunts, hot sweat and slick flesh. I felt myself getting closer, the familiar but indefinable sensation building deep within my loins. I withdrew from him for a moment, only to plunge back in again, harder and deeper than ever before. He moaned loudly at the intrusion, but there was no denying the way his body welcomed me, opened up to me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As the first shudders of release began to wrack my body, I leaned down and whispered one last taunt into his ear: "Swallow it all, my dirty little toilet. Swallow every drop of my cum, and let it mingle with your own filth." I pulled out of him with a groan, feeling the hot stream of cum shooting across the disgusting chambers we'd created. Then, as I caught my breath, I sank down onto the filthy floor beside him, pulling him into my arms and kissing him deeply, tasting myself on his lips, our juices mixing and mingling until it was impossible to tell where one began and the other ended.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, our hearts pounding wildly in our chests and our breath coming in ragged gasps. The air was thick with the heady scent of sex, sweat, and excrement, and I could feel the sticky residue coating every inch of my skin. I leaned back, letting out a long sigh, and surveyed the scene with a sense of disbelief tinged with awe. We'd created something truly magnificent, something that challenged my very understanding of desire and satisfaction. And yet, even as I felt a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment, I knew that this wasn't the end - it was only the beginning. Because deep down inside, I knew that there was more to be discovered, more to be experienced. And somehow, I knew that my toilet lover felt the same way.