Messy Encounters Ch. 02
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She grasps counter with her finger curled underneath the bench-top. Looking directly into the reflection at you as you stand read behind her. “I told you this was a good place for this,” she says looking deeper and deeper into your reflection.
You break your gaze from her eyes back down to her waste which sits between your hands, your thumbs each hooked over the top of the black Lycra. The subtle smell of her poop mixed with talc fills your nostrils. You lean forward as you peel her shit filled shorts down her legs, every inch releasing another sweet scent. Her shorts hit the floor with a solid thud, aided by the wait of warm brown poop. You look at the mess on her otherwise porcelain ass cheeks.
She is still looking at you longingly, waiting. You unbutton your shirt, all the while maintaining your perspective on her ripe shit covered ass. You see how her cheeks perfectly part to reveal the shape of her arsehole, taint and cunt. The brown mess decorates her cheeks, and almost reaches her perfectly smooth pussy with its pronounced lips.
You fling your shirt to corner of the disabled stall and begin the task of your belt and pants. Before long, you throw a tangled mess of your trousers, jocks, socks and shoes on top of your shirt. Full mast, you’re naked.
She raises up straight, Kalaba Escort and effortlessly removes her sports top and throws it onto your collection of clothes. Looking back at her reflection you see that her chest only just reflects that she’s a girl. Small bumps that decorate an otherwise toned body are the only hint to her gender except that you can also see her flawless cunt.
She grabs your attention again and says, “wipe your cock head up my ass so that I can suck it off.”
You do, of course, as she says. Inserting your cock below her perfect hole and swiping up to take a nice sample of her smooth brown shit. “Turn around and clean my cock” you offer, trying to sound authoritative.
“Mmmmm” she responds. “With pleasure Sir.”
She turns around and lowers herself so that she is perfectly aligned with your cock, she gasps it and licks sucks the large clump into her mouth before immersing the tip of your throbbing cock between her warm wet lips. She dances her tongue around a little, searching for every bitter taste of shit, and then slides it out again. Her eyes look up at you longingly. She just stairs and you realise that she needs instruction.
“Pick up your messy panties.” You command, adrenaline allowing you more confidence than you’ve ever Kalaba Escort Bayan felt in your life. “I want you to run your shit over your little tits.”
She does, without hesitation.
Retrieving the brown panties, she unravels them to reveal the messiest patch before rubbing the brown smear over her tiny pink nipples. Before long their colour is unrecognisable behind the thick smear.
You grab her hand as she starts to dance her finger around her nipple and pull her up to her feet. She only squirms slightly and you plunge your mouth over her nipple, pressing your face into her flat chest.
The taste and texture fill your mouth and nostrils, you’re suddenly aware of your cock twitching in time with your racing heartbeat. She moans softly as your tongue darts over her nipple, shit mixing with saliva and beading down your throat.
As the pale complexion of her skin again begins to show through where you have dedicated your tongue, you pull yourself away and look deep into her eyes. Slowly sliding you hand down her body, you cup it under her arsehole.
Instinctively she knows what you want, but you say it anyway. “Push more out,” you command in a whisper.
Her eyes are deep and passionate. Without breaking her gaze, she pushes and fills Escort Kalaba your cupped hand with a fresh, warm log. Momentarily you’re struck by its perfect texture, a little soft, but firm enough to hold its shape.
It presses smoothly into and around your cock. You stroke and rub as you step back from Sarah and admire her filthy, messy body. She bites her lower lip as she eyes off your dirty cock. Slowly small chunks of her shit start to fall to the floor at your feet.
“Slide back and spread your legs,” you say. “I’m going to pump you full of your own shit.”
She delicately slides herself back onto the counter and dutifully spreads her legs. Her pussy is already flecked with small pieces of shit, and her lips part as though they have been waiting hungrily for your cock.
Standing in front of her, you put your hands behind her knees and angle her perfectly. Then, with a smooth motion you slide into her. She is tight and her pussy walls scrape a lot of the shit off your cock smashing it against your pelvises and smearing as you thrust in and out deliberately and slowly.
You look up from the mess of shit, sweat and juices to her eyes and grab her hand and suck the remaining shit from each of her fingers. The feeling of dense turds mixing around your cock inside of her 18 year old pussy and the bittersweet taste of her shitty hands in your mouth begin to drive you wild as you feel the cum build and build inside your testicles.
She sees your expression. She knows that you’re close.
“Not yet,” she says. “Not in my cunt”…
…more in Chapter three.
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