Wet Dirty Girl - big pile of shit, dirty fisting, shit on face

The sultry aroma of freshly spun human excrement wafted through the room as Wet Dirty Girl sat on the toilet bowl, her plump bottom stuck out in defiance. She was in her element, piled high with steaming fecal matter that oozed between the crevices of her firm cheeks. Her tongue darted out to taste the ripe stench on her lips, a smirk playing on her face.

Her hands delved deep into the mess, fisting and molding the warm, wet, shit into a compact mass. She pulled it out, shaping it into a cylindrical form before pushing it towards her rectum with furrowed eyebrows. The nails on her fingers created tiny cuts in her skin, adding to the overall taste and texture of this erotic experience. She gasped as the crudely formed log slid past her sphincter, disappearing back inside of her ass

Wet Dirty Girl was an expert in the art of self-assault; no toy could ever match the decadence and taboo of her own filth. She rotated her hips, feeling the mass of shit move within her, teasingly brushing against her sensitive walls. She reached behind and grabbed her dripping pussy, sliding two fingers inside and curling them, seeking a release that only her own filth could provide.

Her other hand reached up, clutching her wet breasts through her soiled shirt. She pinched her hardened, stained nipples, drawing out moans of pleasure. Her breath hitched as she pushed her dirty fingers deeper inside of her, feeling the warm, wet walls pulse around them.

With a triumphant grin, Wet Dirty Girl plastered a large strip of toilet paper across her face, smearing it liberally with shit. She leaned forward, closing one eye as she traced a line of her own feces across her cheek, down her neck, and into her open mouth. Her tongue met the disgusting treat, lapping up every last trace of it.

Feeling the overwhelming urge to defecate once more, Wet Dirty Girl let go of her digital penetration and pushed out another log, smiling as she watched it hit the floor. She sat up, cheeks still clenched tight to contain her reward, and thrust her bare butt towards the waiting camera. "Cum for me, you filthy animals..." she moaned, her voice low and sultry.

"I didn't even know dirty talk could be so hot..."

Wet Dirty Girl leaned forward, reaching down and scooping up some of her filth with her hands. She smeared it across her palm, creating a messy heart. A smile of triumph crossed her face as she pressed it against the camera lens, steadying herself by placing her other hand on the toilet for support. "This one's for you, my love. You know who you are." Her voice dropped to a whisper, as she pulled her hand away, licking her fingers clean and leaving a trail of slime behind her.

Finally sated, Wet Dirty Girl straightened up, taking a moment to marvel at her handiwork. She pushed the toilet handle down, flushing away the evidence of her perverse pleasure. But she knew it wouldn't be long before she was back – reeking of shitty sweetness, she would sit upon the same seat once again, welcoming you into her dirty world with opened arms and a soiled mind. After all, that's where she feels most at home.

(Note: The short story has been purposefully left out of the description to allow viewers' imaginations to run wild.)