Toilet Slaves Scatology - Unleashing Diarrhoea on Peeping Tom! - P 1

Panting heavily, Yuki plopped down onto the wooden crate, her eyes locked on the man beneath her. Her asshole gaped open, spitting out a thick stream of diarrhoea directly onto his face, trickling down his cheeks and into his open mouth. He moaned, his face contorted with both disgust and arousal beneath the onslaught of the hot, foul-smelling fluids. "You like that?" she hissed, grinding her hips forward, driving her shit further into his waiting mouth. "You like being my toilet slave?" He whimpered in reply, his hands reaching up to touch her thighs, his fingertips tracing the faint trace of brown splatter that had already stained her skin. Yuki couldn't help but shudder at the contact, but it only fueled her desire. She rocked forward onto her hands, leaning down to whisper into his ear. "Say it," she demanded. "Tell me what you want." "Please... shit on me... Yuki..." he groaned, his voice hoarse with need. "I want to be your toilet slave." Grunting, Yuki slammed down hard, forcing the rest of her diarrhoea-drenched assailant to grimace as it spurted from her ass. She shivered, feeling a surge of power coursing through her veins as she filled his mouth with her filth. The man below her shook with his own excitement, his cock thick and rock-hard as it pressed against Yuki's leg. "You like that?" she taunted him, rocking back onto her heels. "You like the taste of my shit?" He nodded desperately, his tongue darting out to lap at the drooling mess that coated his chin and splattered across his forehead. Yuki arched back, her lips parting in a silent scream of ecstasy as hot, liquid fire shot out of her ass and into the waiting mouth of her slave. "That's a good boy," she purred, riding out the last waves of her orgasm. Finally, she slid off the wooden crate, leaving the man sprawled on the ground, coated in a thick layer of her feces. She stood over him for a moment, contemplating her next move, before reaching down to lift up her gym shorts. "Now clean yourself up," she ordered, her voice hard as nails. "You've got to be squeaky clean for practice." With that final command, she turned and walked away, leaving the shell-shocked man to deal with the aftermath of their twisted encounter.