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Nasty Lucy's Lament
1
I can't explain it. Her I am, at forty two year old, a
modest woman by all accounts that I can think of, and
suddenly obsessed with to things that are nasty.
I remember exactly when it started. Not more than a few
months ago anyway. I found that putting myself in what were
to me, compromising situations to be an addicting turn on.
I guess exhibitionism is truly masochistic it you're
extremely modest. And the joys of masochistic pleasure are
almost impossible to explain to those that haven't shared
them. Still, I've started this journal because I think it's
absolutely wicked to not only do the things I find myself
doing, but to commit them to writing, in case at some point
in the future, I will want to share this record with others
for my own submissive pleasure.
My name is Lucy, I'm single, and work in a bank as a
secretary.
I'm plain, 5' 2", thin and small breasted,
I liked younger boys as a teenager and even into my early
twenties because they were so obsessed with their stiff
little pricks there was hardly a reason to be self conscious
about my own naughty hungers. Sex with me was always a
consuming act. While usually staying fairly within the
lines of conventional sex, I was consumed by fantasies of
the most outrageous behavior. The few times I crossed the
line were extremely shameful to me, leaving me with
tremendous guilt feelings and at the same time, fueled the
fantasies that I masturbated to sleep by.
My mid and late twenties were almost without sex,
Suddenly in my thirties, my sexuality resurfaced, hitting me
like a sack of flour. It was like I looked in the mirror
one morning and saw my tits for the first time. I remember,
my nipples were so stiff they hurt, and my cunt was lubing
like I was sixteen all over again. Only now, I was at an
age where I could behave in any outrageous manner I choose
without the fears of a teenager.
I remember that I got dressed that day the same way as
always, panties, bra, pantyhose, full slip, blouse and
conservative dress and jacket. When I left the apartment
that mourning, my panties were already getting sticky from
the lube I was pouring into them.
I could actually smell a faint odor of myself as I drove to
work that mourning. I remember being grateful for not
wearing a light colored dress for fear that my moisture
would drip down and form a noticeable puddle while I drove,
leaving what would be a visible stain. For no reason at all
I was beginning to feel, well, dirty in some way for being
so wet. And the simple truth is, that feeling dirty turned
me on. Even more than whatever was making me wet, the
feeling dirty was what was getting to me, and I could see it
just as plain as day.
So, Lucy, I thought to myself, after thirty two years of
fairly straight living, why not see where this takes you.
Why not be "dirty" or "nasty" or whatever was stuck far in
the back of my mind making me want to drink in the feeling.
The reason I'm fairly clear on all of this is that this day
marked a very clear turn around in my day to day living and
philosophy. I truly went from one end of the spectrum to
another, and still don't know why. But, I can report, I am
one nasty little lady that would not want to go back.
On that day I started thinking of myself in the third person
as Nasty Lucy. And even now, the word nasty is like an
appetizer that makes me hungry for something nasty or
nastier.
I stopped at CVS on Washington St. A young girl at the
sales counter asked what she could get me, I pointed behind
her and asked for a half dozen Trojans. The girl seemed a
little surprised but recovered well. She opened a paper bag
and put the condoms in directly to minimize my embarrassment
should any other customers approach to counter before I
finished paying her.
She handed me the bag. I shocked her by taking them out of
the bag and handled the two boxes openly as she rung up the
sale. "They don't feel that bad but I really hate the way
these things taste afterwards." I confided to her. Her
cheeks turned bright crimson. Mine too. As cunt juice
dripped into my panties, I was fully aware that I would
relive this moment all day, thrilled and embarrassed by my
own behavior.
The sales girl, was thrown through a loop. My behavior
obviously didn't go with my somewhat conservative, proper
appearance. In fact, she may have seen my prior mousy self
in the store some times in the past. In any event, it was
clear she was embarrassed "for" me and wanted to end our
transaction before another customer came to the counter.
I paid for the condoms and put the boxes in my purse,
picturing in my mind peeling one of them off of a softening
prick and sticking my tongue deep into its spermy wetness.
I remembered as a teen, my boyfriend calling them "scum
bags". I loved that phrase. I could almost smell the acrid
ammonia smell of sperm and stretched rubber whenever I
though of that word.
I walked the next block to the office with burning red
cheeks as if everyone on the street was aware of my nasty
thoughts.
I said good mourning to the girls in the office just like
any other mourning, but in my minds eye, I saw myself
sticking a condom covered tongue out to them for them to
look at while I gagged on the sperm soaked rubber rolled all
the way down my tongue like some thin pick little prick.
The need to behave outrageously was overpowering. It was
all I could do to hold it in check through the morning. As
I sat typing, I would squeeze my thighs together and release
them constantly trying to build friction on my clit.
I imagined myself at one point pulling my skirt and slip up
around my waist and sitting down flat on the floor and
dragging my crotch against the carpet like a little bitch
dog dragging its itchy asshole across the floor. I had a
tremendous urge to piss in my panties, just the slightest
squirt, but I wasn't quite ready to go that far yet. For
now the thought of it was enough to satisfy.
At 11:30 I left for lunch going directly to the elevator and
going down and out of the building without talking to
anyone.
It's funny, I wanted so much to do something outrageously
nasty and degrading, and my mind, unused to such things as
it was at the time couldn't seem to come up with anything.
Just the desire alone to do something nasty wasn't
satisfying me, I wanted to do something. I wanted to go
back to the office totally ashamed of something.
Crossing Washington Street, my nasty plan formed in my mind
like a flash. As though on auto pilot, I approached the
street vendor, ordered a plan hot dog and wrapping the a
napkin around it put it in my purse. Exited as I was with
my little plan, I had the presence of mind to keep my purse
open while paying to boy, so he could see the condom
packages, his surprised, embarrassed look make my checks
redden delightfully. I lubed as I walk across the street to
Omni.
Entering the hotel, I went up the escalator to the main
floor and found the ladies room, then down to the last
stall. I places my jacket on the hook making sure it
covered the crack between the door and the frame, pulled my
dress and slip up and pushed my panties down to my knees
then let them fall to my ankles.
Sitting on the toilet, I spread my legs as far as they would
go and unwrapped my sandwich. I took the hot-dog from the
roll and put the roll between my legs, rubbing it or
sponging to be more accurate against my wet cunt. When I
say wet I mean I was lubing enough to make the top half of
the roll very soggy.
With all my resolve I brought my now creamy roll to my lips
and sucked the wet half of the roll into my mouth. I didn't
chew it, I just let it dissolve tasting my own disgusting
juices mixed with the gritty texture of wet bread dough. Oh
yes, this was nasty. But I was already finding I was a
natural at inventing nasty things to do, and was on my way
to much greater nastiness. I rubbed the remaining half of
the roll against my ashore, just to be dirty, and let it
drop into the commode. Then totally fascinated with my
venture, I took one of the condoms from my purse, opened
it's foil wrapper, and pushing the tip of the hot-dog
against the flat center of the condom rolled it down the
length of the warm meat. The condoms lubrication was cool,
which for some reason made the use of it more nastier in my
mind than if it had been naturally warm.
I then took my condom covered hot dog and pushed it into my
sloppy wet cunt. I fucked myself sitting there on the
toilet for a good two or three minutes. Nasty as the act
was, I couldn't cum this way, but I was looking more for
self debasement than orgasm anyway so I didn't mind.
I finally stopped fucking myself and brought the condom
covered meat to my mouth and licked some of my cunt juice
from the outside of my fake prick. Then unrolling the
condom, I stuck out my tongue and rolled the condom over it,
tasting the saltiness of the meat on my tongue and the
pungent flavor of my cunt on the roof of my mouth. Now I
was getting aroused, I was fingering my cunt and rubbing my
clit with my right hand while I held the hot dog in my
left.
Then feeling absolutely wicked, I raised up of the toilet
seat as much as I could while keeping my legs spread at the
knees. I put the hot dog down between my legs and pushed
the tip of it against the tight little ring of my moist
asshole. This gave me a truly deliciously wicked feeling.
Rolling my eyes, fingering my cunt and tongue fucking my
condom, I pushed the hot dog a good three inches up my
ass. I could feel when it passed the ring of my shithole
and at least two inches of it was actually in my rectum,
being heated by it's foul contents.
Without allowing myself time to think or rationalize, I
pushed my worked the condom off my tongue with my lips and
spit it onto the floor, and it one quick motion pulled my
now nasty hot-dog out of my ass and brought it to my mouth
and bit off the end that had been deepest up my bowels. It
wasn't grossly covered, but I could clearly taste where it
had been. At this point I was masturbating furiously, and
as I chewed my filthy lunch, I came, producing enough
juices to soak my for fingers and the palm of my hand which
I rubbed around my cunt like a sponge.
Dropping the unsoiled half of the hot dog into the toilet, I
brought by now slimy hand to my mouth and sucked it clean
making faint mewing sounds just for the pleasure of hearing
myself.
I stood, turned facing the commode and bent at the hips to
reach down to grip and pull up my panties. I got a pleasant
sense of wickedness from this as it brought my face right
into the rim of the toilet bowl, allowing me to inhale the
feted odors that gather in such places.
Standing there, I was surprised that the watery looking
remnants of the hot dog roll and the half eaten greasy hot
dog looked nastier floating in the toilet then a turd and
soiled paper. I picked to condom up off the floor and
dropped it into the commode finishing the artwork I would
leave floating to greet the next person to use the toilet.
I considered waiting until the outer door opened and someone
else entered so that person could see me leave and then see
the evidence of my nastiness, but I had to be back to work.
Still, the prospect of someone connecting the contents of
the toilet with the memory of me leaving somewhat red faced
was delicious.
As the glow of orgasm faded I was starting to feel the
welcomed overwhelming shame of my little act. Like someone
angry and wanting to keep the feeling, I sucked on my tongue
for any forbidden remnants while staring into the toilet and
straightening my clothes.
As I descended the escalator back to street level I wanted
to stick my tongue out so the people on the up escalator
across from me could see the imaginary stains of my act. I
imagined sticking it out further and further, gagging, while
all of them looked in revulsion at my nasty tongue.
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Lucy # 2 of 10
Toilet sex with self and others
Leaving the hotel I was trembling and walked wobbly back to
work to resumed my routine, wondering when this craving
would overwhelm me again. As I greeted the Roger, the
mailroom clerk on the elevator, he reacted immediately to
by breath. I was mortified that my breath may have retained
the smell of the meal I had made for myself. "Little miss
shit breath", I thought to myself. I stayed on the
elevator, returning to the lobby to by some breath mints at
the newsstand.
At 4:00 o'clock, I went to the ladies room to get ready to
leave work. I entered a stall and unceremoniously pushed my
pantyhose and panties passed my knees and sat down to piss.
Listening idly to the hissing splash of my bladder releasing
I looked down and was shocked at the greasy stain that had
formed in my silky reinforced panel of my yellow panties and
had worked through to my pantyhose. The grease from the
hot-dog had combined with the moist brownish juice from my
asshole resulting in a delightfully nasty little mess. As I
leaned forward and downward, the smell of the stain reached
my nostrils causing my to breath rapidly. This was such a
surprising treat. What absolute pleasure. I wished I could
bury my face between the cheeks of my ass and breath this
for hours.
Finishing my pee, I consciously omitted my usual act of
wiping myself, choosing to add the fair amount of piss still
on my cunt lips to the funky stain in my panties. I stood
and pulled my panties up, pulling them extra tight against
my crotch, delighting in the cold wetness pressing against
my asshole. I put my finger between my legs and push the
material as deep as I could first into my asshole, and then
the cleft of my cunt. Both holes were most enough to soak
the thick panel of the panty crotch leaving a brown fragrant
stain on the tip of my finger. Bending down again, I pulled
up my panty hose and straightened by slip and skirt, leaving
the stall appearing quite proper.
As I rode the crowed elevator to the street, I struck a
thoughtful pose putting my finger to my pursed lips. While
not being obvious about it, I sucked it clean a little at a
time, leaving the elevator with a private grin on my thin
nasty lips.
It was pleasant walking to the garage with my panties
squeezed up into my ass and cunt slit. When I sat in my
car, I squirmed my ass around on the seat, wishing I had
kept the other half of that hot-dog so I could stick it up
my ass and work my ass around the car seat all the way home.
As it was, these thoughts were enough to bring some
pleasure, and I rode home, pleasantly leaking more lube into
my dirty panties.
By now, driving in the warm car, with my skirt hiked up a
little ways, I didn't smell like roses. At this point I
wished I had held onto the roll as well. How funky that
would feel stuffed against my wet crotch.
I kept both hands on the wheel as I drove, knowing, with out
any physical contact, my cunt would still be a wet oily hole
by the time I walked into my apartment.
I couldn't get out of my clothes fast enough once I got
home. I stripped down to my panties and started a bath
running. Then with second thoughts, I let the tub empty
deciding to stay dirty a little while longer.
I moved about in my panties aware that as a sex model I
probably a pathetic prospect with my little titties and
skinny legs, still the awareness that the yellow garment was
so soiled added an accent of nastiness to what would
otherwise seem normal. I reminded myself that they were
stained with the grease from the hot dog I had pushed into
my ass then sucked and chewed, as will as my fowl sweat and
ass juice that had drooled out with the grease and that a
few hours ago I had pulled them up to my piss soaked pubes.
I knew they were ripe, and I knew my next pleasure would
involved them.
I turned the lights out in the apartment except for the lamp
next to my bed. I opened my closet door so I could sit up
on the bed and see myself in the mirror on the back of the
closet door. I settled down to a half sitting half laying
position that realized I wanted the condoms that were in the
other room, I quickly padded to my purse and took the open
box out leaving the other. I stopped in the kitchen
surveying the refrigerator for anything I might want to add
to my game playing but came up empty.
I padded back to the bedroom, resuming my position and
looked at my reflection. The yellow panties contrasted with
my pale body. My nipples were hard and protruding out from
my small titties.
I opened my legs wide looking at the crotch of my panties in
the mirror, thrilled at seeing the greasy brown stain even
on the outside. I put my hand down between my legs and
started rubbing my cunt through my panties, really soaking
them. I reached down further, pressing the material up my
asshole again. This time I could be as open about sucking
my nasty fingers as I wanted, and did it constantly. First
rubbing my cunt then my asshole then licking the smelly
residue. I did this a few times through my panties all the
time watching my nasty act in the mirror. The effect of
watching was hypnotic. I was very pleased.
Finally I pushed my panties down and bending my knees,
worked them all the way off. The held them open with both
hands and examined the inside crotch thoroughly, seeing
every greasy stains made earlier and the newer, dark brown
pasty stains I had created by pushing the cloth up my back
hole with my finger. Then stretching the leg bands so the
crotch was flat I brought the nasty cloth down against my
nose and lips and just breathed in the nasty aroma for a
long time, finally letting go of them letting them rest on
my face while sticking three fingers of my right hand into
my cunt. I worked my left hand under me up between the
cheeks of my ass and pushed the middle finger against my
moist asshole. I worked around half turning my finger left
and right until it had worked all the way in. I could feel
the hot contents of my bowel and as I worked my finger in
and out of my ass, a brown coating was forming along the
length of my finger and the tunnel of my rectum, causing a
thick ring of my shit to form at the base of my finger and
the outer rim of my asshole. Oh, this was getting nasty.
Every breath brought the dank aroma of my stained panties to
my senses of taste and smell. I was absolutely lost in it.
I took my now deeply stained finger from my ass and brought
it to my mouth sucking it greedily through the yellow silk
fabric of my panties, savoring the traces of my private
brown gravy, all the time finger fucking myself for all I
was worth. When the acrid bitter aftertaste started to
register on my tongue, I was brought to total awareness of
what a disgusting act I considered it to be. This made my
cum so hard my stomach muscles ached. I felt it all the way
up my ass it was so strong. I pushed the panel of the
panties aside and sucked my nasty finger directly, working
the tip of my tongue under the fingernail, finding a
noticeably rich morsel that I let settle on the flat of my
tongue before pressing to the roof of my mouth. I then
pushed my finger all the way into my mouth wrapping my lips
against the now gritty ring that had formed at the base of
my finger. I smeared my mouth with the funky lipstick,
smacking my lips together several times, I formed my lips
into an exaggerated kissing gesture toward the mirror,
hypnotized by the reflection of my brownish lips. I started
making loud mewing, almost moaning sounds as I pushed the
juncture of my smelly finger and hand against my nostril,
leaving brown stains I would smell all night. Still
watching the mirror, I stuck out my tongue and noisily
licked my lips clean. Finally finished with my self
debasement, I rose somewhat mortified, and picking the
panties up padded toward the bathroom for a cleansing bath.
As the tub filled, I faced the bathroom mirror and rubbed
the wet panties all over the my lips and the area beneath my
nose so I could smell it as I soaked in my hot sudsy bath.
Arousing my self with the thought that my underpants were so
dirty that by morning they would be stiff with the dry
remnants of my nasty day.
I took my had soapy bath, coming out of the bathroom all
clean and pink. I sat on the bed and pulled by soiled
panties up my legs, lifted my ass and pulled them snugly
against my fresh clean skin. Their cold nastiness made me
tremble slightly. Tomorrow, the crotch would take on the
dank smell of stale urine. I didn't know what to expect
from the stain my asshole had made. I closed my eyes
satisfied that there were many, many pleasures to be had
from my nastiness and my reaction to it.
When I woke Tuesday morning, I was surprised at the
revulsion that overtook me immediately upon remembering what
I worn to bed. I pulled the covers over my head inhaling
deeply. The smell was strong and dank.
I threw off the covers and sat on the edge of the bed.
Raising my ass, I pulled my panties down and kicked them
off. Reaching down and picking them up, I looked over to
the mirror. I watch myself raise the yellow cloth the my
nose, then closing my eyes, I breathed in my nasty aromas
for quite a few moments. Throwing the panties on the bed, I
went about my normal morning routine.
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Lucy 3 ot 10
Toilet sex with self and others
Nasty Lucy's Lament
2 of 7
I dressed in a gray skirt and blue blazer, a conservative
blue blouse and my normal conservative panties, bra and
pantyhose.
I took my soiled panties from the bed and put them in a
plastic baggy. Feeling them and sniffing them one more time
before sealing the bag got my a little more into mood to
continue my nastiness.
Putting the baggy in my purse next to the box of condoms, I
drove to work, occasionally taking a hand from the steering
wheel to tweak my enlarged nipples. At one point squeezing
so hard that I wanted to slap my hand away.
I couldn't pass the CVS without a return visit. I felt a
welcome flash of embarrassment as soon as I made eye contact
with the counter girl.
"I wonder if you could tell me what isle the K-Y jelly is
in?"
"It's here behind the counter." "Would you like a jar or a
tube?" she asked, looking my directly in the eye today, as
though saying, I know your game.
"I think the tube would be better", I said with an
embarrassed grin adding conspiratorially, "It's easier to
just squeeze it directly where you want it."
The girl put the tube on the counter, making no allowances
for my privacy this mourning. "Will there be anything
else?" she asked with a slight rise of her eyebrows.
"No, ugh thank you, I'll just put this in my purse."
Opening my purse I dug around for and found a my money,
removing enough to pay for my purchase, I put the tube in
among my other private playthings. Looking up, my cheeks
reddened deeply as I realized she saw and recognized the
contents of my plastic bag, with the nasty stains facing the
outside of the bag.
She made no expression as she handed my change looking off
to the next customer as though I didn't exist.
I left going directly to the office, following my normal
office routines all morning. Squirming in my seat every so
often reliving the discovery by the girl at CVS that I was
carrying my dirty yellow panties in my purse.
At about 10:30, I had to go down the supply room to restock
my desk. The room sits at the end of a corridor that backs
the big conference rooms. There are no other offices along
the corridor, so when I passed Roger coming in from the room
empty handed, I didn't think much of it since he often
delivers supplies. Just as I reached for the doorknob, the
door was opened by Marie, who seemed very surprised to see
me. I said I was sorry for startling her and didn't think
much of it. We passed each other as I entered the room and
she left.
As I was looking about for the folders and envelopes, my
eyes became riveted to the most unexpected site. Over on
some boxes was a used shriveled condom. I bent my head down
close to it, sniffing it odor, surmising that it must have
been left just moments ago to smell so strong.
I picked it up carefully protecting the contents from
spilling. Holding it by the rim, I wrapped my other hand
loosely around it feeling the warm contents give to the
pressure then gather at the bottom upon release. My hand
was getting wet from Marie's cunt juice which coated the
outside of the rubber. Marie is a sweet girl, 18, cute body
and kind of a quiet personality. To know about this most
private action of hers was thrilling. I brought my damp
hand up to my face and cupped it over my nose and mouth so I
could breath in her musty fragrance. I wanted to suck
Roger's sperm from the rubber, but I was obsessed with
putting my dirty yellow panties on first. I quickly tied
the a loose knot out of the open end of Roger's condom and
concealing it in my hand, gathered my supplies and left the
room. I passed Marie on the way back up the corridor, she
was walking fast toward the supply room and looked
flustered, she watched me pass, trying to read in my eyes,
if I had found what she obviously must have just remembered
and was on her way to dispose of.
I returned to my desk, and immediately picked up my purse
and headed to the ladies room. Quickly I pulled of my
pantyhose, almost ripping them in my rush. I took of my
panties which were themselves wet and gooey. I put the
crotch of them between my lips and sucked with all my might
mixing my spit into the fabric and sucking it back combined
with my body sweat and gooey lube. I unpacked what I
thought of as my "nasty panties" and pulled them up tight
against my crotch. Poking them deep into my cunt and ass
with my fingers. I was so excited by this time I was
shaking and quivering. I pulled out Roger's condom and
carefully untied it.
Holding it open just under my nose with the thumb and index
fingers of both hands, I remembered the phase 'scum bag' and
repeated it to myself over and over in my mind as I inhaled
it's rank odor. I wasn't sure I had the enough lack of
control to do what I wanted to do and then, almost as if
watching from outside my body, I stuck my tongue out as far
as I could, and started working the spermy rubber sack over
my tongue.
I felt the full impact of what a gross thing I was doing,
delightfully so. I was burning with disgust for my act and
loved it. Once I got to where I could use my mouth and lips
to work the condom the rest of the way on, I started
masturbating furiously. Rubbing my cunt through my panties
while finger-fucking my ass by reaching my finger under the
cloth panel.
The pungent spermy taste was coating my taste buds by now.
It was bitter and acrid, the ammonia smell was catching in
my throat and traveling up back of my nose. I've always
thought cum tasted bitter and acrid, and represented
submission for any woman that would let the substance be put
in her mouth. In my case, I was always aware that I was
being submissive to myself, and that my sense of being used
was at least as thrilling to me as it could ever be to
anyone I allowed to use me.
Roger's condom was the perfect case of me using myself for
submission and humiliation.
I came wonderfully, soaking my "nasty panties" even more.
Sitting their on the toilet, slowly catching my breath, I
pictured my appearance, with my condom covered tongue and
hand pushed down under my ass with my finger stuck deep in
my ass still.
Keeping my ass plugged, I slowly pulled the condom off my
tongue with the thumb and index finder of my right hand on
just the very tip of the rubber. It slid of smoothly, and I
was rewarded with a good amount of Roger's sperm mixed with
my spit as the condom emptied on my tongue.
Holding it over my open mouth like a worm being hold over a
birds beak, I was content to catch the few remaining drops
as they fell, reaching out to them with my tongue. I then
dropped it on my tongue and poking my finger through the rim
of it from the outside, turned it inside out on my tongue
sucking it clean to the last drop.
I took my soiled finger from my moist ass, it was coated
pretty thickly. I brought it to my nose, sniffing several
times until the foulness caused whatever controls ones
breathing caused me to stop taking breaths. I held my dirty
finger out from the others, standing I pushed my yellow
"nasty panties" down my legs and stepped out of them. They
really were a slimy mess. I rubbed my finger clean on the
inside of the panties just above the stains I had made
yesterday after using my nasty hot-dog. That stain and the
new brown stain I was making now contrasted starkly with the
yellow fabric. These panties, I thought, are going to be a
masterpiece, sniffing them one last time.
I packed them away in their baggy and shoved them back in my
purse, dropping Roger's now dry condom in there as well. I
put on my green panties, cold and wet, but no longer gooey,
(to my oral satisfaction), pulled on my pantyhose, and
returned to my desk, absently sucking my finger from time to
time, licking around the nail, always seeming to taste
something.
Marie came by my desk twice before lunch. Trying to read
from my manner if there would be consequences to what she
knew I must have discovered. I knew she wanted to say
something but didn't have the courage to start. I was
surprised and amused to recognize that this was indeed
something she was frightened about. I acted nonchalant,
said nothing, and went to lunch at my usual time.
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Toilet sex with self and others
I was tempted to visit the CVS again. I was drawn to that
girl, feeling something but not quite knowing what it was or
what to do about it. I decided I preferred saving her for
my mourning kick start.
I walked through the isle, not looking for anything in
particular. I wanted to carry something to the counter that
would continue the pattern of evading my own privacy with
the CVS girl. I spotted a display of small bottles of
douche, and satisfied, carried a small bottle openly to the
counter setting it down, while opening my purse and fumbling
for change.
The CVS girl made no effort to bag the bottle, leaving my
purchase there for anyone to observe. I made a small show
of moving my "nasty panties" around poking about. Roger's
spent condom also came into view and she caught it right
away.
"You don't re-use those do you?" you asked incredulously,
and loudly giving the circumstances.
"It wasn't mine, I found it still wet." I confessed this to
her softly and matter-of-factly, almost waiting to be
scolded.
The CVS girl, not quite in her twenties with dirty blond
her, chubby cheeks, and crystal blue eyes just stared at me
for a full minute, I locked my eyes to hers and tried to
project absolutely no self defense from here stare. If a
look could project vulnerability, than my look must have
done it. After the long minute, my senses were snapped back
to normal by her putting another small bottle firmly on the
counter. It was a bottle of mouthwash.
The CVS girl looked very evenly at my, say her words clearly
and deliberately. "You probably got your mouth dirty to,
didn't you?" "Didn't you?" she repeated with an almost
offended hiss.
Liquid was pooling in my panties and running out the right
panel of my panties, leaking down my thigh. I couldn't till
if I was pissing or jest lubing, but I was sure the CVS girl
was aware of it, could smell it even.
I wanted to rub my legs together. I wished I could stop the
clock and crawl into my "nasty panties", the moment was so
ripe. "Yes." "Thank...thank you." I stammered.
She handed me my change, pushing firmly into my palm,
keeping her eyes on mine all the time. There was a
delicious cruel streak in her young face. She had just that
certain squint and turn of the lip, like that of a mean
child tormenting another when no-one is watching.
"Bring me something tomorrow." she whispered firmly. Then
as I was about to leave, she caught my attention again,
"Wait, come closer." She was visibly thrilled with this
spontaneous power she found she had over me. "Here." she
said with a mean smirk, picking her gum out her mouth with
thumb and index finger and holding it out to me.
I stared at it dumbly, seeing her saliva shining on the
rough surface, my nostrils flared with rapid breathing. I
took it from her and plucked it into my mouth. I met her
eyes as I chewed, knowing this act was conveying the basis
of our any relationship that might come to pass.
"Come up to my counter at lunch time." she said, nodding a
dismissal.
I rushed to work in a frenzy. Going to the ladies room
immediately, I fished my "nasty panties" from the baggy and
held them over my mouth and nose, as though I needed oxygen.
Squeezing my thighs, I concentrated on remembering every
shameful act I had committed in the past two days. I didn't
cum, I just wanted to feel wanton, wanted to be hunger for
cumming. I lifted my skirt and slip and forced my hand into
the top of my pantyhose and panties, pushing my "nasty
panties down to my soaked slit. I rubbed them into my cunt
thoroughly sponging my cunt lube into the panties while
soaking the back of my hand in the liquid ooze that lay in
the crotch of the light blue panties I was wearing.
Pulling my hand back, careful not to smear my hand or
panties, I put the panties in their gross baggy, while
loudly lapping my juices from the back of my hand.
Smacking my lips, I straitened my clothes, and went about my
normal office routine. On my desk, I found a sealed
envelope with Marie's writing on it "To Lucy" it said.
I slit the envelope and removed the friendship card, folding
it open and reading;
"Dear Lucy. Thank you for your considerate 'picking up'.
I can't tell you how grateful I am for not making a scene.
You must think I'm awful to do what you know I did. I can't
explain what happened but please know, I'm sorry. I hope
you'll keep my secret, I love you for it. Love, Marie"
I folded the card put it in my purse. When Marie came by
predictably saying hello tentatively, I acted as though
nothing happened. She smiled embarrassingly and went about
her duties.
I left for lunch at 11:30 sharp, burning with curiosity
about the CVS girl had in mind. I waited in line at her
register, until finally facing her, red faced and fidgety.
She couldn't do too much I thought, given the people behind
me and next to me at the next register, manned now by a
slightly older woman.
"What was that, I couldn't here you." she said, leaning her
ear close to my lips and then pulling back as though
shocked. She reached under the counter and brought out an
eight inch long white plastic vibrator and put it squarely
on the counter for all to see.
I was glowing red. I started leaking pleasurable while
glancing about, meeting the embarrassed looks from the
people privy to my supposed purchase. Leaning forward again
to hear another fake whisper, she giggled and placed and jar
of Vaseline and a box of ribbed condoms on the counter,
saying load enough for anyone who hadn't seen the events so
far to look, "Are you sure you don't want a bag miss?"
I fumbled in my purse, truly embarrassed, dropping the box
of condoms that had been in my purse already, humiliated
beyond my dreams, I picked up my condoms, gathered the items
from the counter and handed my tormentor a twenty dollar
bill.
She finished ringing the sale, and handed me my change,
whispering, "Don't forget, bring me something." I left,
rushing to the Omni across the street, impatiently going up
the escalator and went into the ladies room. Closing the
door to the stall behind me, I didn't even want to take the
time to pull my dress up and underthings down. I quickly
yanked my "nasty panties" from their baggy and folding them
with the crotch facing up, stuffed down the front of by
clothing into my crotch, leaving them there to soak the
cream from both my cunt above them, and my thoroughly soaked
panties below them. Pulling my hand out, I tugged the
waistband of my light blue panties up as tight as I could,
feeling the pull into the crack of my ass and pulling my
stained "nasty panties" even tighter into my wet slit.
I left, walking rather stiffly at first. Riding down the
escalator, remembering by thoughts a few days ago, I felt
that same urge to expose my current nastiness. I wanted to
lift my skirt and slip and point to the stinky yellow
clothed stuffed into my dank blue panties, I wanted to empty
my purse in front of every one going up opposite me.
But I just held the railing, primly stepping off at the
bottom feeling the excess wet material chaffing my upper
thighs.
I returned to the office with a deli sandwich and coffee and
finished lunch at my desk. As I ate I noticed the smell
coming from under my desk was too much to hide, so I visited
the ladies room, pulling down my pantyhose and panties and
peeling my gross yellow keepsake away from my slit, fingered
myself to a small but intense cum. Licking my fingers, I
then put my "nasty panties" in the baggy, and reached down
to pull up my panties.
Remember the CVS girls request, I grinned to myself, as I
reached into my purse and opened the box of ribbed condoms.
I unrolled it, then holding it by its reinforced ring
brought it to my lips and blew into it, surprised at how
easily it expanded.
Once I had it loosened, I held the rim open to a square the
thumb and index finger of both hands, and straining my
abdomen forward as far as I could, lowered the condom
opening to my cunt and pissed in it.
It was absolutely lewd to piss standing up like that. I
loved it in spite of the few drops the spilled down on my
legs and panties.
I quick tied the rubber closed, and hefted to small bubble
of two maybe three ounces of urine in my hand, wiping what
few drops missed and landed on the outside away with the
other hand then smiling, brought the dirty water balloon to
my lips and sucked it into my mouth like a lump of jello.
I rolled it around my mouth, loving the heat it retained,
almost gagging once when I let it slip too far towards the
back of my throat, then spit it back onto my hand. I rolled
it around until it dried, then put it in the pocket of my
jacket while I opened the baggy and removed my yellow
panties again to sponge the spilled piss from my legs. I
put the panties and the filled condom into the baggy, and
bent down, putting my face into the rim of the toilet for my
nasty pleasure while finding the waistbands of my
underthings and rose, pulling them up. Straightening my
clothes, I went about my duties until it was time to go
home.
Marie came by my desk around two-thirty, testing for a
reaction to her note. I knew my silence was driving her
crazy, but I didn't want to commit to a conversation until I
know how I wanted to steer the situation. For now, the CVS
girl and my increasingly bizarre appetites were all I could
handle.
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Toilet sex with self and others
Nasty Lucy's Lament
3 of 7
The next mourning, I waited until her register was clear of
customers and approached her. I had my purse open and my
hand inside.
She smiled upon seeing me and fell immediately into
character. "So what did you bring me....Nasty lady!" she
paused, almost hissing her last words.
I fumbled inside the baggy like an old lady fumbling in a
change purse, finally passing her by urine filled little
condom looking around constantly in dire fear of discovery.
Here eyes widened. It was clear she was truly impressed
with the amount by which I would throw myself into this
game.
"Isn't this delightful." she gleamed. "Is it your piss
inside?" she whispered
"Yes".
"When did you make it?"
"Yesterday, after leaving here."
"It must really be gross by now huh?"
"Yes."
"I think you should take it back." It's very nice, and I
really want you to have it." "I know, why don't you go
outside and stand in front of my window and show me what
kind of nasty thing a nasty lady like you can think of to do
with this."
"I took it back, constantly surveying all directions, and
concealed it as best I could inside my partially closed
hand.
I left, and stood on the sidewalk by her window waiting for
the combined circumstances of her having no customers, and
my having enough nerve to do what I know I had to do.
Raising my hand to my mouth as though coughing, I locked my
lips to the end of the condom balloon and like yesterday
sucked it into my mouth.
She stared at me, then held her finger up for me to wait.
She took care of a customer, then turned around and pointed
to her own mouth and made an exaggerated motion telling me
to open mine so she could see it. I looked back and forth,
and when I felt safe, opened wide, in a pathetic display of
submission.
My eyes opened like saucers when she next made a biting
motion. When I hesitated, she have a her stern slanting
eyed look that said, "You better do it."
I bit into the condom, careful to make a small hole, so the
flow wouldn't overwhelm me. I pointed to my throat and
nodded my head, pathetically motioning for directions as to
swallowing the gross fluid or not. The combination of it's
cold staleness mixed with the taste of rubber was far worse
than I was prepared for, but I managed to swallow all of it,
gagging slightly to my young tormentor's pleasure.
The CVS girl had nodded yes with a mean smirk, watching me
until I opened my mouth again showing her the empty wrinkled
condom. She made an face indicating to disgust for may
actions, making me cream all the more.
She creaked her finger at me motioning me to come back in.
When I stood in front of her, she leaned towards me, sniffed
at my breath, and said loudly, "Yes, I think you'll find the
it will keep its flavor and is pleasant to chew", putting a
packet of gum on the counter, though we both knew the intent
of her order.
I left the store and started toward the office, suddenly,
panicked, I knew I would not make it to the refuge of the
ladies room, I spit the condom into my half-closed fist, and
leaning my hand on a lamp post, leaned forward an puked a
long think stream of yellowish bile into the gutter.
Looking about, embarrassed, I moved away quickly straining
to blend back into the crowd.
The taste in my mouth was putrid, I spit out on the
sidewalk, attracting stares, and kept moving, finally
popping my condom back in my mouth to chew on. I stopped at
a young boys newspaper stand on Washington, and asked the
boy for change of a dollar, giving him the full blast,
reveling in the apparent disgust he showed in his face at my
foul breath. I turned my head away at a moment I felt
unobserved and spit the condom out to the curb, knowing
eventually, he would see it, and remember the a lady
standing her spitting. I was sure, at least in his heart, I
would by an unforgettable memory. I rushed away in my leaky
panties, toward the bank feeling that so much had happened
and it wasn't even nine o'clock yet.
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Nasty Lucy's Lament
4 of 7
"Take off all your clothes for me" she whispered making it
sound more forbidden then it was. I quickly undress, a
little self conscious of my older body, the skit tightening
slightly, and my titties, small as they were, sagging a
little, letting my fat nipples tip toward the ground.
"Ooooo look at you" she gasped, pleased with her plaything,
"poor nasty lady, your tits are small huh." "Do something
for me. I don't know, I just want to make you do
something,", "I know, crawl around me on hands and knees"
I got down as told feeling ridiculous and embarrassed. She
made fun of the way my little tittles hung down in this
position calling them little milk balloons.
"Oh and look at your little bunghole." "We've seen what
comes out of there haven't we." she tormented.
She scratch her fingernail across my anus, lifting it to her
nose and sniffing my smells. "You really should wipe
yourself better" she chided, reddening my cheeks, making me
glow because I purposely left my asshole well coated without
wiping when I had shit earlier. She wiped her finger clean
on my lower lip absently. She picked up the light blue
panties I had just removed and pushing the crotch against my
anus with her middle finger, stuffed them far enough inside
me that the clung there for me do drag around like cow
utters as I crawled for her, slowly moving my tounge back
and forth over my lips, licking my own brown nastiness.
Finally, she kneeled next to me and stoked my hair. Her
fully clothed state make me self conscious of my nakedness.
She leaned down and kissed my quite tenderly, then moving
her face away looked down at my quite lovingly. "Open your
mouth for me Lucy." she whispered.
I looked up at her opening wide. I was spellbound watching
as she pursed her lips and slowly let out a mouthful of
clear spit, letting it out slowly in a long bubbly trail.
All of it landing in my mouth. It produced the most
inferior feeling I had ever felt of myself. I swallowed and
held my mouth open again in case she wanted to spit in it
some more.
"Yes, my little nasty mouthed lady, I like all the nasty
things I can do to you" she whispered to me, holding my
head tightly and kissing me hard, pushing her tongue in and
out of my mouth, while I sucked it like a small prick. Like
a little machine she kept producing more spit to feed me for
the next five minutes, and I sucked it from her fiercely as
shamefully and as nosily as my nasty mouth would let me.
Keeping her grip on the sides of my face, she changed her
position, straddling my face and rubbed her pantied crotch
lightly against my nose and mouth. Her panties had a stale
day-old piss smell, and I knew she probably purposely
prepared them this way for me. I inhaled deeply as she let
her dress fall around my, locking me under it, so the odors
would be stronger as the air under her dress became warmer
and stuffier.
She squatted this way for at least ten minutes before
shifting forward enough to rest her pantied asshole directly
in front of my nostrils.
"Here, my nasty lady" she hissed, "lets see if I have
something special for you." I knew what was coming, I
heard the squiggly gas sounds in her stomach earlier. I
knew she must have felt the gas inside her before squatting
over me, and decided quite some time ago that she would be
in this position when releasing it.
It was a long squishy fart. I could actually feel the ring
of her ass vibrating open and closed over and over as the
repulsive wet fart hissed from her asshole. The stench was
so thick I could taste with my mouth as well as sniff it.
"Ooooo, careful, I don't want to push anything else out by
accident." she tormented, "You'd let me though wouldn't
you." she hissed "You'd suck the poop right through my
panties if I told you to, wouldn't you.". Ooooooo your such
a fuckin pig.", she was loosing herself in her defilement
of me. I knew she must be close to cumming, her voice was
taking on a higher pitch and she was searching for nastier
things to say to me.
"Would you do it?" "Huh?" "Would you?" "Would you suck a
little lump of poop through my panties?" "Would you?"
My face was covered with sweat from being covered under her
dress. Her smelly gas still satisfying my grotesque needs.
Everything she said was true. I would do anything she
commanded.
She had been rubbing her fingertips against her clit all the
time I was sniffing her asshole. Finally about to come, she
reached under herself with her other had and pulled the
panel of her panties aside, pulling open her exposed asshole
directly above my mouth with the tips of her fingers.
Not needing the command, though wanting to hear it, I pursed
my lips and kissed the moist mouth of the anus. It was
soiled slightly from her wet fart, I kissed it as
passionately as I had kissed her mouth earlier, stiffening
my tongue and pushing it deep into the pasty opening. When
I had pushed in so much my tongue ached, I started making
"ughh ughh" noises loud, from deep in my throat, wanting her
to be heard making pathetic moans of satisfaction. "ughh
ughh" I kept repeating, thanking her for my gross
debasement, "ughh, ughh". Pushing my tongue until it
finally touched the warm brown contents of her bowls. "ughh
ughh"
"That's it nasty lady, suck me cle-e-e-e-a-n-n"
I woke the next mourning, with indescribable feelings of
mortification. My mouth was dry and foul tasting. I was
relieved that the CVS girl had gone home. I couldn't face
anyone right now.
I padded into the bathroom, and stood looking in the
mirror, amazed and shocked at the face looking back was the
same I had always seemed though the mind inside it had
changed forever. I stuck out my tongue, it looking for
tell-tale traces of anything darker than normal and I rolled
my eyes, surprised at how quickly my shame could turn to
nastiness. My brief attack of conscience was over. I
straddle the toilet, facing it, standing, I pushed down on
my pubic area getting my cunt pointed down, I pissed
standing up just for the nastiness of it. I rubbed what
remained on by slit into my pubes and on my thighs enjoying
the stickiness, then showered and dressed for work,
checking to make sure all my little keepsakes were in my
purse.
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Nasty Lucy's Lament
5 of 7
I arrived at exactly eight o'clock as she directed. She
called out for me to come in as soon as I rang the bell.
She was laying back on the couch naked from the waist down
with her hand pressed tight against the opening of her cunt.
"He just left", she smirked, "I told him to let himself out
so I wouldn't loose any."
I looked between her legs, seeing the slightest hint of
silver gray scum on her fingers, I walked almost dreamlike
to her and knelt on my knees as she swung her legs around
positioning her groin in front of my mouth.
"Here", she sighed, "Eat me".
She moved her hand away, and I fastened my open mouth to the
mouth of her cunt. I didn't have to wait long. I expected
it to kind of drool into my mouth slowly, but it came out
all at once in one big glob of slimy fluid.
"Ohhh, don't swallow it yet though", she looked down with a
mixture of mischieviessness and cruelty. "Open your mouth,
I want to see it in there." "Ooooooo yuckkkkeee", she
whispered, reaching into my mouth, touching it with her
finger, stirring it around in my mouth." "Now swallow it."
she commanded meanly.
Looking up at her, thanking her with my eyes, I swallowed,
grinning my embarrassed grin. I opened my mouth, showing
her it was now empty. She looked at me through half closed
eyes, and proceeded to rub my cheeks, lips and chin with her
sperm covered hand. "Don't forget to bring me something
tomorrow." she whispered, dismissing me to go home, a used
human condom.
I stood in the hall outside her door, almost hoping someone
would come by to catch me stuffing my smelly "nasty
panties" down the front of my skirt deep down to my pubes to
soak up my own glob of scum as I drove home.
"Oh fuck," I kept whispering over and over, until, they were
in place. I stood for at least five minutes squeezing my
thighs together forcing the filthy material harder and
harder against my cunt. It was all I could do not to piss
myself right there in the hallway.
Finally composing myself, I walked bowl legged to the
elevator, aware of the tightness the drying sperm was
bringing to the skin on my face. I rubbed my crotch
constantly on the way down.
Just as the elevator was slowing to stop at the ground
floor, I reached under my dress and yanked the back of my
panties aside. Standing with my legs apart, my heart
pounding a mile a minute, and my ass sticking as far back
as I could stand, I strained hard pushing a thick brown turd
out of my ass onto the floor. It actually made a thud
hitting the thinly carpeted floor. The obnoxious smell that
filled the elevator was a surprise. It was much stronger
than I expected.
The doors opened and I walked out briskly, a tang of
disappointment mixed with relief registering when there was
no one waiting to get on as the doors opened to connect my
face with the disgusting surprise they would find as I left.
I walked to my car with thick leavings of my bowel movement
stuck to my asshole and the inner cheeks of my ass, making
my panties stick against my skin, then spread as I walked. I
pleasured myself picturing myself in a public place
straddling a fire hydrant and working the top of the plug
against my anus, moving back and forth, left and right,
drooling with my tongue sticking out.
I drove home with my legs opened as wide as possible and the
heater on. Keeping the windows closed, it took only minutes
to for the car to fill with a most disgusting aroma. I
sniffed it all the way home, keeping one hand on the wheel
while tweaking my hard thick nipples painfully.
Standing in my bathroom, I removed my skirt, and slowly
peeled my panties away from my crack. The excrement was
like a paste holding them to my crotch. I was surprised at
how thick the layer of shit was coating the panel of my
panties. I smiled to myself knowing, I was holding
tomorrow's offering to the CVS girl. They went into their
own private baggy with the crotch folded inside the satin
light green fabric. The feminine satin fabric giving no
clue to the gross inner holdings.
I couldn't resist the act of squatting on there on the tile
floor of the bathroom and dragging the flat of my hand
across my ass, like human toilet paper. I sniffed at my
foul dropping for as long as I could stand it, then stepped
into the shower, enjoying each pleasant second of washing
the nasty coating between my legs away. Watching my soap
turn brown, raising the bar to my nose and rinsing,
repeating the process until I was squeaky clean.
The next mourning I approached her empty register station.
She was confused my the silly grin. Keeping my mouth closed
I opened my purse and found the baggy with by shitty green
panties in it. I opened my mouth, showing my tongue with my
baggie used condom unrolled down the length of it.
This really tickled her. "What a slutty little surprise",
she said quite amused. Is there something in your purse for
me too?"
I handed her the baggy. She opened it and closed it as soon
as the stink hit her nostrils.
"Wow, you are the nastiest thing I've ever seen", she hissed
pretending to be offended while moving the fabric around
from the outside of the baggy. She got the crotch face up
and we both looked at the think brown layer. It was hard
and cracking on the outside edges, and soft in toward the
center.
Her eyes darted about as she reached her hand out gripping
my tongue between her thumb and index finder. She squeezed
hard enough to make my eyes water, her own eyes taking on
the mean childlike look. Then gripping the end of the
condom, pulled it off by tongue and quickly putting her hand
out of sight behind the counter. Leaving my tongue sticking
out drooling down my chin briefly.
I wiped myself with the back of my hand, watching her,
curious. She reached into the large plastic tub of herseys
kisses on the counter, and taking one out, unwrapped and
lowered one behind the counter. When she brought it back
into my view, I was shaken to see she had obviously dragged
it through the soft layer coating the panties I gave her.
The candy had any equal size dollop of my own dark shit
clinging to it. She put the double chocolate treat into the
condom, keeping it out of general site, she hefted it up and
down a few times letting the slimy treat fall to the bottom
the rubber sack.
Tying the open end into a knot, she handed it back to me.
Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear. "I don't care what
you do with this, but you have to write my a note telling
me, and bring it to me at lunch time." "Oh, and don't
worry, I'll give your panties back at an appropriate time"
she grinned after this last threat making my shiver with
expectation of possible scenarios. Just as I got to the
door, she shouted out, "Oh miss, did you say you dropped
something in an elevator last night?"
What a wicked young girl she was. "Y-y-yes, but I don't
think you can refill it here", I stammered, wondering if she
had only heard about it or had gotten to see the long brown
sausage I left on the carpeted elevator floor.
I put my nasty chocolate condom in my purse, and left
walking swiftly to the office.
At 11:00 o'clock, I started to write:
I'm sitting at my desk wanting to put our treat in my
mouth. Its been a few minutes now and the chocolate is
starting to melt and soften....A few more minutes have
passed now and my little balloon is very soft and
squishy. Everything in it is mixed up well I'm sure.
I'm holding it in my mouth and am going to walk to the
store with this nasty secret soaking in my spit. Look
up now and see how nasty I will be for you. Look in my
mouth and see the brown treat I've squeezed out of our
little package. If it came out of you instead of me,
I'd still be smiling with it sitting in my mouth. My
mouth is yours to use as you want. Look at it in
there. I will do this or anything else for you. Tell
me to swallow it for you and I will give you a nasty
private show in front of all those who may be around
us.
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I folded the note and put it in a small envelope and put
that in my purse with tomorrow's treat. Remember a few
nights back, licking the coating I had spread on my lips
after fingering my ass, I got goose bumps. I was leaking
thick lube into my panties and went out to lunch that way.
As soon as I left the building, I put the condom back in my
mouth to let the contents soften as I walked along toward
the CVS. Going to the back of the store, I found stood
waiting for an opportunity free of viewers to remove the
condom and untie it. Once I did this I pushed it into my
mouth working it around until I had it inside out and could
scrape at the putty like substances with my tongue.
When I was sure I had loosened most of the foul mess from
the rubber, I spit the condom into my fist, repelled by the
smell that came out of my mouth with it. The chocolate did
nothing to mask the other flavor filling my mouth, it was
melting into more of a liquid while my shit, retained a
thicker consistency.
I put the smelly condom it in my purse, stuffing it in the
baggy with by yellow stained panties, and licked the outside
ring of my fist clean, going through great efforts not to
swallow any of the grotesque gravy that was forming from the
large amount of spit that was collecting around the nasty
paste in my mouth.
I approached her register, silently handing her the card,
smiling as she read. When she looked up, I opened my mouth
letting her see the fetid contents on my tongue, knowing she
could smell it from were she stood.
"Do it." she hissed under her breath. I grinned, swallowing
the bile mixture, almost retching it back up. I made a show
of hollowing my cheeks, silently sucking my tongue against
the roof of my mouth for her then opened again, showing her
the act was totally completed, and letting her smell how
gross the odor was that was retained in my waste covered
mouth.
She placed a box of Ex-lax on the counter, say louder then
necessary, "Yes miss, I'm sure these will get you going". I
paid and left, getting just a hundred yards from the store
before having to bend over between two parked cars and
retching out a putrid brown bile. I looked behind me but
couldn't tell if my young tormentor happened to catch my
latest indignity through her window. I smirked in spite of
the bitter flavors burning the back of my throat and
swimming in my mouth. Leaning down, I let out a long stream
of brown spit that seem to cling to my lips forever. It was
a gross display for passers by.
I sat on one of the benches in Peidmont Square until my
stomach settled then went back to the office. Raising my
hand to put a breath mint in my mouth, my nose was again
filled with the aroma of the shit I had spit into it when
spitting out the condom. It made me dry heave in the
elevator. As soon as the door opened, I rushed to the
ladies room and cleaned myself up.
Noticing a small note sticking from the Ex-lax box in my
purse, I pulled it out and read
"Well, since we know you have a lot in you, I thought a
nasty lady like you would enjoy waking in the mourning
and keeping her panties on while letting of the soft
runny "you-know-what" leak out around her panties. Just
bring me your smile tomorrow, I'll have something for
you."
I dutifully took four of the Ex-lax tablets that night and
put on my yellow "nasty panties". They had by now taken on
an odor that was as gross as the crotch of the garment
looked. I reveled in the nastiness of wearing such a filthy
cloth and kept putting my head under the covers to enjoy the
stink as my body heat brought it out in full bloom.
Sure enough, by five the next mourning, I was lying with
cramps in my tummy. I took all I could muster not to just
let go and spray my brown soupy bowel all inside the warm
smelly blankets. But I got up, padded to the bathroom and
sat on the toilet with my yellow panties snugly covering my
crotch. Just like the other night, the panty material held
my shit against my ass as it slivered out of my rectum. My
stool this morning was much looser and ran down the front,
burning my cunt lips, and tangling in my pubes.
The smell was absolutely awful. It finally started to leak
out around the leg bands and drip into the toilet. I must
have sat like that for ten full minutes, as my bowels
emptied, sometimes pushing out just hot brown smelly liquid,
and other times soft pudding like shit. All of it was
extremely hot and grossly fragrant. I was struck by the
strangest craving to have someone sitting on my lap with
their back to me, spoon style, pushing the same hot smelly
pudding onto my legs and pubes.
When I stood, the material of my panties held my shit
against my crotch, allowed the messy pudding to leak down
both legs dripping almost down to my ankles. Turning, I
dropped to my knees on the shitty floor in front of the
commode and leaned forward putting my head inside the rim of
the toilet, and sucked in the smell, exhaling deeply for
another five minutes.
I cleaned my filthy mess from the floor and quickly took a
shower, leaving my "nasty panties" on. They would be washed
but would always keep the brown stains and be special.
That morning the CVS girl had a bottle of Apple Juice
removed from the cooler and waiting for me at the counter.
She said nothing other then quoting the price. When I
picked up the glass bottle and felt the warmth, I smiled at
her little surprise. "Is there any apple juice in here at
all?" I asked.
"No. It's all special." "I want you to have it with your
lunch" "I know, you can get a sandwich and sit across the
street at lunch time so I can see how much you enjoy my
little refreshment."
All morning I fidgeted at my desk waiting for lunch time.
Around ten my impatience prevailed and I took the bottle out
of my bag and twisted the cap, holding the bottle just under
my nose. I breathed in the strong smell of the cooling
urine with relish. Finally, I capped the bottle and waited
for lunch.
I bought a hot-dog sandwich from a street vendor and went to
the spot across from the CVS. When my benefactor finally
made eye contact with me through the window, I smiled,
holding the bottle up in a mock toast. I took a bite of by
sandwich and chewed it slightly, then keeping eye contact
with the CVS girl, brought the bottle to my lips and took in
an entire mouthful of the now cool piss. I held my food to
the side of my mouth so I could saturate the bread and still
swallow the liquid. As I started chewing again, by
attention was taken by two young women standing just to the
right of me at the curb. They kept looking at me and
giggling, whispering and giggling more, the way young women
get when they feel silly.
I put them out of my mind and continued my show for the CVS
girl. Eating a little, soaking my food with her piss, then
swallowing. I still had half a bottle full when my sandwich
was finished. Putting away everything else, I crossed the
street so she could get a closer look of my finishing her
offering. She was surprised when she looked out again and
saw my just a few feet from her window. I smiled to her and
once again raised the bottle in a mock toast, then brought
it to my lips and slowly emptied it, letting it fill my
mouth a little, swallowing and letting more in until the
bottle was empty. No sooner had I finished, I knew she was
to get yet another show, as my stomach refused to accept the
piss and rejected it along with the hot dog. Looking right
at her, I arched my head forward enough to keep myself clear
of what was about the spew out of my mouth, and allowed
myself to puke right there on the sidewalk in front of her.
It was over in seconds, and I quickly turned and started
walking away from the mess I left there, catching her
sadistic smirk before I left.
At the corner I looked back and saw the two young women who had
been giggling standing in front of the CVS looking at my
leavings. My cheeks burned as I wondered if they would be
able to tell from the smell just what I had retched up. I
bought another hot dog on my way back to work, wrapping it
tight and putting it in my bag in case I got hungry later.
By 3:00 o'clock, my stomach was growling and I was famished.
I had nothing to eat or drink since my piss episode
preferring not the wash away the nasty aftertaste that
lingered in my mouth. Now hunger was gnawing at me. I kept
thinking of those two girls standing there looking down at
the mess of hot dog and piss that I left on the sidewalk. I
imagined them guessing what this middle age woman had been
doing and it made me feel all nasty again. I took my bag
and went to the ladies room.
Sitting on the john, I reached into my bag and took out the
hot dog. As I unwrapped it I was struck that as it dried
out in the roll, it took on a nastiness all it's own. I
thought back to the last time I had warmed a hot dog and
with a contented smile, reached under my leg and slowly
inserted the cold somewhat stiff hot dog into my asshole. I
worked it in and out, getting it deeper each time until
finally it actually was pulled into my rectum. This was a
little scary at first, until I reasoned that I should be
able to shit it out whenever I wanted.
After a minute, I cupped my hand under my ass and pushed,
getting the hot-dog out just a simple as that. It smelled
horrible but was really only slightly stained. A sudden
revulsion made me think about wiping it clean, But I finally
decided that I could probably hold it down if I ate it as
is, and proceeded to take bites of the nasty hot dog and
chew it up, savoring all the flavors in my mouth. After
finishing the foul hot dog, I licked my hand clean and
flushing the roll down the toilet, pulled up my panties and
left.
That night at home, fingering my asshole and licking my
finger over and over, I kept thinking of the two giggling
girls looking at the puddle of piss that I had retched out
of my stomach. Trying to remember what it looked like on
the sidewalk but unable to. Could they tell. What would it
feel like to see them again. As I brought a stained finger
to my mouth I imagined them looking at me as I watched by
reflection in the mirror, I was now working two fingers at a
time into my ass, deep into my ass, coming out dirtier each
time, and then sucking them, savoring them, needing to
debase myself, wanting to attached my lips to the ring of my
anus and suck, slowly suck. I wanted to worm my tongue into
somebody's nasty asshole. I kept watching myself in the
mirror. Now bringing my fingers out of my ass and rubbing
them all over my lips and around my face, over and over
again, imagining the giggling girls in the room, commanding
this middle age woman to move from one to the other, letting
them smell my shit smeared face. I imagined it was their
shit. I fell asleep with my hand cupped over my mouth and
nose and a contented nasty smile on my lips.
I woke up with the nastiest taste I had yet to taste in my
mouth. The skin on my face was stiff and brown stained and
I stared in the mirror for a full five minutes before
grudgingly stepping into the shower to wash it off.
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Nasty Lucy's Lament
6 of 7
I started my day squeaky clean. I put on plain white
panties, pantyhose, a pleated skirt, bra and sweater. bring
myself back to squeaky clean.
I found myself standing next to Marie on the elevator that
mourning. She still flushed when our eyes met, and I
realized out of nowhere that this woman was truly very
vulnerable to me. It was such a twist after the past week
of masochistic pleasure to feel such arousal at the thought
of having someone to express a mean streak at.
As we stepped out of the elevator, I put my hand on her arm,
delaying her while the other people passed us, leaving us
alone as the doors closed. "You know, Marie, we still have
something to be discussed." I said, squinting my eyes in
what I imagined to be a stern look.
"Y yes, I know. I'm very sorry, I know I could get in allot
of trouble"
"That's right. And Roger's married too. This could be a
very serious situation" I hissed.
Just like that, Marie broke down. Not sobbing but just
silently crying, the little tears coming down her cheeks a
mile a minute. "Please Lucy. I don't know what to do. I'd
do anything. I mean...I just don't know what to say. I'll
do anything to not have trouble. "
"Listen." I whispered conspiratorially now, "Don't worry,
we'll work something out. I just want you to think about
this from now on. I may want to do something to you and you
should make your mind up if you will do what I tell you."
"You mean nasty things?" she whispered, shocked and a little
scared.
"Yes" I hissed back at her, and not waiting for a response,
turned and left her there, going to my desk wondering if she
would play. I was so wet my panties felt like they were
full of goo. This could be very interesting.
Marie showed up next to my desk at lunch time. She was so
quiet I let her stand for a few moments before I knew she
was there.
"I just want to tell you I, well, I"
"Oh stop stammering. You know what this is about. Stop
pretending not to want what's coming or I'll just forget
about giving you any chance at all"
"Okay. You're right, I'll be good, honest. Your going to
make me do really nasty things aren't you?", she whispered
with enough of an imploring tone to convey how much she
really wanted to be used by me.
"Good, then lets go to lunch together."
Having a little slave slut was as natural as could be for
me, and I was not going to be subtle about what I wanted. I
was after nasty pleasures and wanted to start nasty and get
nastier. I took her to Levenes Park, stopping to buy each
of us a hot dog on the way.
"Piss a little bit in your panties", I told her as we walked
toward the park.
Marie's eyes actually sparkled as she wet her panties and
pissed down her legs. She didn't hesitate even a second to
what I thought would be a bizarre request of her. I was
soaking my panties thinking about how far I would be likely
to go with her. I pictured in my mind that hot yellow pee
dripping between her little musty pussy lips, collecting
in the satiny crotch of her pretty panties. It was all I
could do not to stop there on the street and rub my itchy
cunt to orgasm for all to see. Fuck, I was hot!
The heat of the day and my excitement of having a toy to
play with contributed to by becoming hot and sweaty as we
walked. I knew when we got to our destination I would be
ripe for what I had in mind.
We went into the smelly public ladies room as soon as we
reached the park. I had her follow me into the only stall
that still had a latch. She pulled her panties down and sat
on the toilet. It was a tough balancing act but I managed
to stand on the seat with the feet between her legs and my
ass toward her face. I reached forward and held myself up
with my hands against the door and push my ass back towards
her. I said nothing, wanting to see what she would come up
with on her own. I wasn't disappointed, She pulled by ass
cheeks apart with both hands and I immediately felt her lips
against my asshole, kissing then sucking, just like she was
kissing my mouth and trying to coax my tongue into her
mouth, and all the time, inhaling the gross fragrance of my
smelly crack and breathing back humid air through her
nostrils dampening my crack all the more.
"I can't believe how bad it smells!" she hissed up at me,
her whispers muffled in the crack of my ass, "Oh, I love
it!"
"Oh you nasty fuckin pig!", I whispered. "Ooooo suck it
really hard!"
And she did, tasting my funky private flavor and loving it.
Smelling me and tasting me, making soft mewing sounds
combined with the wet sucking sounds. It was clear that we
shared many mutual tastes in what turned us on. We both
loved having brown tongues.
I didn't push anything into her mouth but I relaxed myself
enough back there that I knew she was getting a small
preview of the flavor of my pasty brown shit held deep in my
rectum.
I couldn't resist reaching into the purse hanging from my
neck and working the hot dog free of it's wrapping and roll.
I reached back with it and pushed it all the way into my
lubed asshole. "Eat it out of me my little slut-t-t-t!" I
whispered, so excited the I was trembling.
She went right after it, Making noises I knew were intended
to be as loud and nasty as she dared in the public place we
were playing in.
She sucked the hot dog into her mouth an inch at a time,
chewing and swallowing her nasty stained lunch. A couple
of times she would grip the hot dog firmly between her lips
and fuck it in and out of me, coating it more and more with
a gross brown slime.
I slowly pull my anus away from her lips and carefully
reversed my position letting my pussy lips rub against the
tip of her nose.
"Now be careful and put your lips right against me so I can
pee a little." "If you don't suck it up right it'll be all
over you and you'll smell all afternoon."
I slowly let my hot pee out just a little at a time.
Revelling in the wet heat that radiated back against my cunt
as her mouth filled. My little slut friends eyes never
broke contact with mine as she glued her little mouth to my
slit and received my piss. Her eyes popped wide open at her
surprise of just how hot the liquid was in her mouth.
"I wish I had a camera. I've never seen anything so nasty
in my life."
As soon as I move my cunt from her lips she gave me a cute
meek smile and pushed her tongue out, offering to give a
last lick if I wanted it.
I jumped down from the seat and turned, lowering my face and
licked a slight residue of my own shit from above her upper
lip. I then shoved my tongue into her mouth kissing her
deeply and passionately as I had ever kissed anyone,
exchanging spit, savoring the rich coating of my own
excrement and piss being passed into my mouth,
"You are mine." I told her, "No matter what nasty things I
want." "Say it!:"
"Yes, I'm yours, no matter what nasty things you want. I'll
do it all. I'll do anything." "I want to." "I want to be
used by you." "Make me be nasty...please."
"I'll make you nasty all right, turn around and stick your
ass out to me." "Nothing is as embarrassing as having to
stick your holes out to someone is it?"
"Mmmmmm it's nice and nasty."
"Here." with that I started fucking her little asshole with
the other hot-dog. I moved it in and out over and over,
finally pulling it out and reaching around held it under her
nose. My little slut girl stuck her tongue out and licked
at it. Getting her tongue a thick coating of her own brown
paste for her efforts.
I pulled it back and pushed it into her ass, stuffing it all
the way in.
"Now pull you panties up tight, and hold the hot dog in your
ass until I tell you to push it out."
"Oh my panties feel so funky. They're all pissy and
everything."
When we were both decent I left the stall and told her it
was clear as well. She came out find a young wide eyed
young woman staring at her.
"See that girl honey, she lets me do what ever I want to
her. Even in the toilet", I hissed in a shocked whisper.
Marie turned bright red and was visibly shaken. It was
clear that while she would do absolutely anything I wanted,
being compromised in the presents of a stranger was more
than she could handle, I don't know if her embarrassment was
increased by the fact that it was someone close to her own
age or not. She rushed out, but stopped when I called to
her and waited until I caught up.
"Please don't ever make me do things in front of other
people." she sobbed.
As she finished her little plea, I slipped my finger into
her mouth and started fucking her mouth with it slowly in
and out, staring her in the eyes.
"You're mine, my little cunt slave."
I watch her eyes look beyond my and knew that the woman
stranger had come out of the rest room and was watching our
spectacle.
I kept slowly fucking her mouth with my finger, and she
slowly got into a deep sucking rhythm. I turned her as
though we were waltzing, slowly, all the time continuing my
rape of her mouth. When I had her with her back to the
girl, I looked over her locking eyes with the girl.
"She's watching you." I whispered, "Reach behind and stick
you hand up under you dress and put it inside you panties."
Marie looked up with me with eyes as big as saucers. They
pleaded for just a second then took on the look of
masochistic pleasure as she stood, with her hand digging
into the leg band of her panties and cupped under her
asshole waiting for what she knew would be her next command.
"Now shit out your hot dog."
She strained just slightly, her eyes remaining on mine as
she pushed the hot dog out into her hand. I watch the girls
expression go from total fascinations to total disgust as
Marie shit out her hot dog. The girl could take her eyes
from it.
"Now, put it back, straighten your clothes and turn around.
It took her a few seconds to fumble the hot dog back up her
ass but she got it there and turning, completed her act of
humiliation. Acknowledging her nastiness in the look of the
unknown woman. All barriers and pretenses denied her, I
could see it was truly the most embarrassing moment of her
life. I would be fun to keep out-doing it.
Marie was so aroused by my treatment of her, she could
barely keep the hot dog in.
"Shit it out!" I wispered emphaticlally, "Shit it out while
we're walking"
I watched her forehead furrow in concentration, knowing she
was trying hard to push out the hot dog and at the same time
try to sense if her bowels were moving, clenching and
releasing constantly, hoping to only let the hot dog out.
It slipped out and dangled in the crotch of her panties for
a few steps and finally fell out to the ground.
As we walk away, the girl followed our path until she got to
the hot dog. Stopping there she looked down almost
mesmerized at the bizarre evidence of the show that was put
on for her. A drying shit smeared hot dog, fresh from
Marie's little asshole.
I couldn't help remembering the exposed feeling of the girls
looking at the piss I had puked up on the sidewalk just a
few days ago. I made Marie look back and see the girl
looking at her leavings, knowing she would see the image
over and over.
She looked at my with a twinkle in her eyes, "My asshole is
all dirty now. I can feel my panties sticking to my crack
and it feels really nasty."
"I'm going to make you lick them later"
"Oh fuck k k k k !" she sighed in a whisper.
We headed by toward the office. I kept waiting for her to
stop and throw up, but she never did. I bought a hot dog
for myself as we left the park, teasing her with, "Don't
forget, I haven't eaten yet."
We rode up the elevator silently. I knew Marie was
wrestling with the conflicting feelings of masochistic
pleasure and absolute shame, guilt and embarrassment. I
said nothing, giving her space to work things out. As we
stepped off the elevator, she snatched my hand held it for
the slightest second.
"Thanks for lunch," she said in a normal voice, "I really
glad we did it."
Then looking around, she leaned toward me and whispered
"Absolutely anything, please, I'll do absolutely anything.
I really want you. Please use me."
"I'll buzz you," I said in a normal voice as I walk away
from her.
I walked to my desk to check messages, and then went
immediately to the ladies room. Locking myself away in
private for a few glorious moments of celebration of having
someone truly as submissive to me as I could ever wish to be
to someone else. It was indescribable. My panties by now
were so coated with lube that it felt like cake frosting. I
carefully worked them off and brought them to my face
savoring the strong sweat and funky pussy lube smell mixed
with the slight pissy smells that I had started to make a
habit of leaving anytime I relieved myself. I pushed the
crotch in my mouth and work my saliva into a froth with all
of the moisture. I was in heaven sucking the mixed flavors
out of my pants. Closing my eyes, I couldn't help but reach
behind and shove a finger up the smelly shithole Marie had
just recently made so loose and wet.
When I had finally sucked all the flavor from my panties, I
replaced them with the finger that had been shoved in my
ass. I savored the rich darkish covering for a few moments
and remembered I had no breath mints to mask the smell that
would remain in my mouth. I would have to stay to myself
for the next hour or so. I knew as I sat at my desk the
shitty coating in my mouth would turn dry and take on an
acrid and foul metallic taste. I would remind myself all
afternoon that I was tasting the aftertaste of my own nasty
shit.
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Nasty Lucy's Lament
1 of 7
Marie showed up at my desk after work. Everyone else had
left.
"Pull your panties off" I told her
It was shocking to here these words out in the open like
this. Here in our workplace, It was like the location
added a rush and element of forbiddeness to whole scene.
Marie looked around furtively as she worked her panties
down, They really did stick to the crack of her ass and
were stiff and pasty when she finally got them off.
I took them from her and smelled them, embarrassing her with
the open invasion of the private smell of her filthy
garment. I held the smeared crotch out to her, and obeying
my silent but unmistakable command, she leaned down to my
hand and slowly inhaled the acrid aroma of her stale
excrement.
"Stick you tongue out" I commanded loudly, "Way out, and
make it wet too!"
She did, sticking it out so far she almost gagged.
"Say ah." I said meanly, leaving no room for being mistaken
as humor.
"Ahhh". "Ahhh" she repeated pathecally, sticking her tounge
out as far as it would go.
Looking down at her, capturing her stare with mine, I
brought the nasty panties back to my face and pursing my
lips worked up a mouth as full as saliva as I could. I
worked it back and forth, building up a large slimy dollop
and finally, leaned in an angle that would give here the
clearest view of what I was doing, let the long warm
mouthful of spit slowly drool into the shit smeared crotch I
held over my cupped hand. The coating of dried excrement
was thick enough that my spit sat on top of it without
penetrating into the cloth at first.
I extended my hand be to her and she woshipfully licked up
my slimy treat as it slowly turned brown from her earlier
deposit.
My pleasure was intense. My little cruel streak made itself
known as I started roughly rubbing the now wet and gooey
materiel on her face hard, smearing her with shit and
scratching her slightly from the pressure of the wadded
fabric.
"Lick it you little cunt!" I yelled, hearing the echo
through our office.
She kept her nasty tongue out the whole time, letting me use
her like the little pig she was.
"Stick you tounge out again", I wispered angrily.
"Ahhhh", she started, having learned I liked this from her.
I grabbed her tounge thru the shitty cloth and held it tight,
sqeezing it between my thumb and forfinger hard.
"Ahhhh", "Ahhhh" she moaned slightly louder and higher as
the pain registered.
Her tounge was nicely brown when I removed my hand, leaving
the panties dangling from her wet mouth and finally fall
from her as she stared almost uncomprehendingly at me,
realizing that this too was a part of her new role, that I
would inflict pain, and that she liked it.
"Suck on your tounge!"
"I want you to let Roger fuck you tomorrow!"
"Do it in the supply room again, like a little pig. "
"Let him fuck you good."
"When he's really hard, turn around and wiggle you little
hynie at him and beg him to fuck you up your ass."
"Let him fuck you right up there."
"Fuck him good."
"When he comes, keep him inside you until he's all soft,
understand, I want it soft before he pulls his cock out of
you or else you'll squeeze all that nasty juice off the
condom when he pulls out."
"If you make him wait, it'll be all dirty and smelly."
"That's what I want, that's what you want too isn't it, to
be all dirty and smelly"
"Peel the nasty condom off him."
"Don't let him touch it!"
"Let him leave then call me."
"I want to make you do nasties with it when I get there."
Her eyes rolled.
"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed lightly under her breath.
"I love you".
When she called me I started dripping oily lube into my
panties. It was just after five and everyone was leaving.
I locked the supply room door as I entered. "Jesus it
smells in here" I teased meanly, "I never realized how
smelly ass fucking is."
"What did you do?" I scolded, "Shit on the fuckin floor?"
She held her panties in one hand and the brown stained
condom in the other. Blushing brightly from my verbal
abuses. The load inside was huge making the used smelly
condom hang down stretched to its full length. "Turn around
and bend over," I hissed, excited and feeling almost
vicious, "Come on, show me your nasty ass hole." I
whispered, almost chanting, hardly able to contain my
excitement.
As she bent over waving her ass for me, I reached under my
dress and pulled my soaked panties down, and kicked them
into my hand. I rubbed the wet crotch all over my face,
inhaling my ripe aroma, then licked at the crotch.
"Boy , Roger must have fucked your shit hole good!" I
hissed. It looks like a telephone pole has been in there".
Her humid opening was at least twice as wide as my thumb.
The skin around her hole was red and sore looking and light
brown shit stains were all over the hole and her asscheeks
from where he pulled out, and the smell was absolutely
putrid.
I knew she was shocked to feel my tongue on her. I couldn't
help it. I had to have it. I knelt behind her and slowly
swiped my tongue from the very bottom of her crack all the
way up. I was determined to taste her nastiest flavors.
"Just stay like this you little cunt." I hissed at her. I
wanted to savor this. I put both hands to her cheeks and
pulled as wide as I could spreading her smelly hole even
further open and sat inhaling her. It was hard, I kept
loosing my breath, Roger had pumped her ass full of air and
she kept passing gas, sometimes quietly, sometimes very
loudly as I pressed my nose tight against her open hole. I
gagged from the wet acrid ammonia like air she kept
expelling.
"Suck the outside of the condom clean" I commanded her as I
stuck my tongue deep into her wide open asshole. Her hole
was so wide, it slid in easily, almost to the root. I
luxurated at the gagging sensation in my throat as my tonge
took on the flavor of her fowl execrement. I pulled my
tounge back into my mouth, sucking the flavor from it, then
shoved it deep into her putrid hole again, repeating the act
over and over, sucking her dark flavors, then left it deep
inside the dark tunnel, wiggling it around in the warm brown
goo that was drooling out of the open hole. Her hole was so
open that I was able to push by tounge all the way in,
feeling and tasting the hot contents of her bowels at the
very tip of my tounge.
My tongue came out coated as though I had licked a fudge
cycle. I knew her tongue would look just as nasty, sucking
all of her own shit off the outside of the condom. She was
sucking so hard I could here her gagging sounds as the full
balloon like bubble of warm sperm would reach the entrance
of her throat, unable to drop down further as she sucked the
brown gooey rubber.
"Ohhhh Fuck!". I hissed tongue fucking her ass over and
over, smelling the putrid gases she kept expelling into my
face. I pushed two fingers up her ass, bringing them out
brown and smelly. I sucked them, gagging loudly, then
shoved them in again, this time bringing them out and
rubbing them all over the rim of her asshole tangling the
hairs around her anus with brown paste. I repeated this
over and over, loosing my self in the smelly hot pasty
coating now covering my face and tongue. I wished we were
in front of a mirror, I wanted so much to see how filthy my
actions looked. Then closing my mouth I rubbed my lips
against the shitty hole, painting my face with her slightest
coating of her stinky excrement.
"Turn around" I told her. She turned, fascinated at my shit
smeared face. I sat there looking up at her, reveling in
the nasty smell coming from my own face.
"Pour his cum in my mouth", I commanded leaving my mouth
open as wide as I could. She turned the condom upside down
and let the huge slimy dollop of cooled sperm drop onto my
brown tongue. When I could see I had it all I stood and
held her head with both hands and brought my smelly mouth to
hers.
"Mmmmmmmmm" she moaned as I pushed the now brown yuckee come
and my shitty spit into her mouth, at the same time smearing
her lips with the wet pasty shit that my own lips were
covered with. We pushed it back and forth a few times
embracing in our deep filthy soul kiss. Our mouths were
totally coated with each others slimy mixtures, the shit I
had taken from her ass mixed with Rogers cum from the
condom, her her mouth, eqally stained from the coating of
her own shit that she had sucked off the condom.
I pulled back just enough to motion for her to swallow it.
She swallowed, letting me watch her neck swell as the fowl
mouthful made it's way down her throat.
She then started kissing all of the stained areas around my
mouth, even swiping her tongue around the rim of my
nostrils, sucking out the insides of my nose.
"That's it, Oh yeah, lick all your nasty shit off me you
fuckin little pig"
When I finally pulled away she was in ecstasy, sucking
noisily on her own tongue, getting the last of the residue
from it. I took the condom from her and held it open with
two fingers from each hand in front of my pisshole and
pissed in it until the weight of my piss made it hang
obscenely between my legs. I thought it might break from
the weight and heat of my piss.
"Here," I hissed holding what was now a small yellow ball of
rubber suspended by twelve inches of stretched condom,
"Drink it"!
She took it from me and held the opening to her mouth, her
embarrassed smirk delighting me, holding the bottom between
two fingers and raised it ever slowly above here mouth,
letting my hot acrid piss run slowly into her mouth,
swallowing and smiling her embarrassed smile between gulps.
"Mmmmmmmmmm" she moaned through her nasty lips.
"Now do some more nasties to me." "Please." She begged,
all\most little girlish, dropping to her knees and knee
walking behind me, lifting my dress and stuffing her face
against my sweating smelly rear hole.
"Oh Fuck!" I hissed, haunching my ass up and down against
her pointy tongue.
She worked her pointy tongue into my tight anus, then
keeping her tongue extended, fucked my hole by moving her
head back and forth.
"Argggg", "Arggg" came her muffled noses of suplication from
between the cheeks of my ass.
"Ugh", I grunted pushing her tongue out of my ass with my
straining, I could feel the ring of my asshole stretch
slightly as a small soft brown turn forced it open. I
pulled away slightly so she could clearly see what was
happening.
"It coming Marie" I teased mockingly, "Show me what I little
fuckin pig you are"
Marie closed the space between her mouth and my asshole,
locking her lips to my distended ass ring and allowed my
small turd to rest on her tongue. She kneeled there before
me with her mouth open, showing me the fowl contents with
her embarrassed smile. Drooling brown stained spit down her
chin.
I turned and picked up the condom off the floor, holding it
open in front of her mouth. She caught on to what I wanted
and pursing her lips squeezed the gross shit into the condom
like she was pushing out a candy cane, then sucking deeply
on the thin residue coating the inside or her lips and on
her tongue, making loud mewing sounds and smacking sounds
with her lips for my benefit as she sucked her mouth clean
of the coating of excrement created as she squeezed it out
through the small ring of her lips.
I tied the opening of the condom into a knot and handed to
Marie. "Keep this in you purse until I think of something
to make you do with it." I hissed, and holding her face,
pushed my lips to hers and scoured the inside of this filthy
girls mouth with my own hungry tongue. I licked my own
shit from her teeth and gums, smelling my aroma all the
time. "Mmmmmm", I moaned over and over, tasting the nasty
flavors while shoving spit into her mouth again and again.
Finally, turning and bending over, I presented my dirty ass
crack to her once again, "Now kiss my little shit hole", I
hissed, "Clean me good and push some spit in me, Get me all
soft and runny in case I want to shit all over your little
face."
Marie moaned long drawn out moans as she licked me clean,
worming her tongue as deep up my anus as she could, getting
small nasty morsels for her efforts, then pushing her spit
into my hole and pushing it deep into my rectum with her
tongue, then eventually her finger. I knew she was
picturing in her mind what I would make her do later.
"Ohh Fuck!" I moaned as I watched her sitting back on her
haunches, sucking her shit smeared finger clean as though it
was the most natural thing in the world for her to do.
"While you kneeling there, put my panties on me."
Marie dutifully knee walked to my panties and returned,
lifting them up first one foot then the other, finally
pushing them up all the way. It was a strangely submissive
act and we both enjoyed the way it capped the afternoon.
"I love this" she wined, her eyes rolling, "I really will do
anything."
"I know you will." I whispered, "I know, and I'll make you
do things, you'll see." "You just be ready whenever I
call." "I know what you need", I hissed, "Now tidy up, I
want you to come by tonight." "Go home and pack an
overnight bag and come to my place at 9:00 tonight."
Turning, I left her kneeling there, her lips covered with
traces of her own shit and mine, and she truly loved what I
made her do.
"And don't pee until you come over tonight, understand?"
"Yes."
sorry for the confusion...wrote 7 chapters but had to break into 10
files for uploading...if there is interest...I will post more. Send
something equally nasty back....<smile>
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