Nasty Lucy's Lament

I can't explain it. Here I am, at forty-two years old, a modest woman by all

accounts that I can think of, and suddenly obsessed with all 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 if 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

was always a consuming act with me. 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 chose 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 morning, 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 morning. 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 forty 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

pealing 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 smell of sperm and

stretched rubber whenever I thought 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 morning to the girls in the office just like any other morning, 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 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 plain hot-dog

and, wrapping a napkin around it, put it in my purse. Excited as I was with my

little plan, I had the presence of mind to keep my purse open while paying the

boy, so he could see the condom packages. His surprised, embarrassed look made

my checks redden delightfully. I lubed as I walk across the street to the Omni.

Entering the hotel, I went up the escalator to the main floor and found the

ladies room, then walked down to the last stall. I placed 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 asshole, 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 its 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 condom's lubrication was cool, which for some reason made the use

of it 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. I fingered my cunt and rubbed my clit with my right

hand while I held the hot-dog in my left.

Then, feeling absolutely wicked, I raised up off 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 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 shit-hole and at least two

inches of it was actually in my rectum, being heated by its foul contents.

Without allowing myself time to think or rationalize, I pushed the condom off my

tongue with my lips and spit it onto the floor, and in 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 four

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 my 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

fetid 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

than a turd and soiled paper. I picked the 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 began 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.

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

Roger, the mailroom clerk, on the elevator he reacted immediately to my 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 buy 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 past 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 me to breathe

rapidly. This was such a surprising treat. What absolute pleasure! I wished I

could bury my face between the cheeks of my ass and breathe 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 pushed the material as deep as I could first into my

asshole, and then the cleft of my cunt. Both holes were moist 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 my slip

and skirt, leaving the stall appearing quite proper.

As I rode the crowded 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 without 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 made 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 involve 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. Realizing I wanted the condoms that were in the other room, I quickly

padded to my purse and took the open box out. 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 while 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. I held them open with both hands and examined the inside crotch thoroughly,

seeing the 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 me 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 arose, 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 myself 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 soapy bath, coming out of the bathroom all clean and pink. I sat on

the bed and pulled my 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 had 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 watched myself raise the yellow cloth to 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.

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 me a little more into the 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."

"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.

"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 straightened 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 what 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 hear 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 pleasurably 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 a jar of

Vaseline and a box of ribbed condoms on the counter, saying loud 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 under things

down. I quickly yanked my "nasty panties" from their baggy and folding them with

the crotch facing up, stuffed down the front of my 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 them 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

my 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

cloth stuffed into my dank blue panties. I wanted to empty my purse in front of

everyone 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

keep-sake 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.

Remembering the CVS girls request, I grinned to myself, as I reached into my

purse and opened the box of ribbed condoms. I unrolled one, 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 that spilled down on my legs and panties.

I quick tied the rubber closed, and lifted the 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 Jell-O.

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 under things 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 knew how I wanted to steer the situation. For now, the CVS

girl and my increasingly bizarre appetites were all I could handle.

The next morning, 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 my 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, but 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 knew 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 its

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 a face indicating to

disgust for my 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 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 and 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 there spitting. I was sure, at

least in his heart, I would be 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.

*****

"Take off all your clothes for me" she whispered making it sound more forbidden

then it was. I quickly undressed, 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 titties 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 tongue 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 made

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, "let's 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

ass-hole. The stench was so thick I could taste it 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 you're such a

fuckin' pig.", she was losing 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 morning, 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 then.

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, 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 my 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.

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 lose 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

mischievousness and cruelty. "Open your mouth, I want to see it in there. Oooooo

yuckkkeee," 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 morning I approached her empty register station. She was confused by

the silly grin. Keeping my mouth closed I opened my purse and found the baggy

with my shitty green panties in it. I opened my mouth, showing my tongue with my

baggy 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 my

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 curiously. She reached

into the large plastic tub of Hersey's 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 sight, 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

me 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 me 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. It's 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."

I folded the note and put it in a small envelope and put that in my purse with

tomorrow's treat. Remembering 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 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 my yellow

stained panties, and licked the outside ring of my fist clean, going through a

great effort 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 the 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

seemed to cling to my lips forever. It was a gross display for passers by.

I sat on one of the benches in Piedmont 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 morning 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 morning, 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 hotdog 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 my 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, my 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 me 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 than I knew she was to get yet another show, as my stomach refused to

accept the piss and rejected it along with the hotdog. 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 way

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 hotdog 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 to 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 hotdog 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 hotdog. 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 hotdog

and with a contented smile, reached under my leg and slowly inserted the cold

somewhat stiff hotdog 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 hotdog 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 hotdog and chew it up, savoring all the flavors in my mouth.

After finishing the foul hotdog, 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 my 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. I started my

day squeaky clean. I put on plain white panties, pantyhose, a pleated skirt, bra

and sweater.

I found myself standing next to Marie on the elevator that morning. 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 a lot 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. You're 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 hotdog 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 my 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 my 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. "Oooo! 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 hotdog 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 hotdog

into her mouth an inch at a time, chewing and swallowing her nasty stained

lunch. A couple of times she would grip the hotdog 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, reveling in the wet heat

that radiated back against my cunt as her mouth filled. My little slut friend's

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 moved 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 as 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 hotdog. 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 to

find a 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 presence 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 watched her eyes look beyond me 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 your hand up under

your dress and put it inside you panties." Marie looked up at 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 hotdog."

She strained just slightly, her eyes remaining on mine as she pushed the hotdog

out into her hand. I watched the girl s expression go from total fascinations to

total disgust as Marie shit out her hotdog. The girl could not take her eyes

from it.

Now, put it back, straighten your clothes and turn around. It took her a few

seconds to fumble the hotdog 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. It would be fun to keep outdoing it.

Marie was so aroused by my treatment of her, she could barely keep the hotdog

in.

"Shit it out!" I whispered emphatically, "Shit it out while we're walking!" I

watched her forehead furrow in concentration, knowing she was trying hard to

push out the hotdog and at the same time try to sense if her bowels were moving,

clenching and releasing constantly, hoping to only let the hotdog 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 hotdog.

Stopping there she looked down almost mesmerized at the bizarre evidence of the

show that was put on for her. A drying shit smeared hotdog, 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 me 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 back toward the office. I

kept waiting for her to stop and throw up, but she never did. I bought a hotdog

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, 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 and held it for the slightest

second.

"Thanks for lunch," she said in a normal voice, "I'm 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.

Marie showed up at my desk after work. Everyone else had left.

"Pull your panties off," I told her. It was shocking to hear 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 your 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 pathetically, sticking her tongue 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 worshipfully 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 your tongue out again," I wispered angrily.

"Ahhhh," she started, having learned I liked this from her. I grabbed her tongue

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 tongue 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 tongue! 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 your 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 asshole!" 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 tongue took

on the flavor of her foul execrement. I pulled my tongue 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 my

tongue all the way in, feeling and tasting the hot contents of her bowels at the

very tip of my tongue.

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 hear 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 Roger s 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 its 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, almost 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 noises 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 turd forced

it open. I pulled away slightly so she could clearly see what was happening.

"It's coming Marie!" I teased mockingly, "Show me what a 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 foul 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 onto 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 it to Marie.

"Keep this in your 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. "Mmmmm," 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 are 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 whined, 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."

I dragged Marie around town with me all the next Saturday refusing her any

chances to relieve herself. We brunched at the Sheraton, just down from the Zoo.

I won't go into the details of our meal other than to say she squirmed in her

seat constantly and looked sweetly distressed. I knew she was 'leaking' just

slightly into her pretty blue panties. My panties were wet too. It was so

strange to hold such power over her and reconcile it with my own cravings for

debasement.

I thought of the wicked combinations that could result from a visit to the CVS

girl with my little slutslave in tow, but decided to do that another time.

I decided instead to call my niece Pam. She won my heart and soul some years

ago, when while out visiting the museums, she pointed to a dog pissing and

grinned wickedly at me saying, "I wish I could be a fire hydrant for a day."

What a wicked little slut! I had no idea her mother had "educated" her to the

ways of her aunt. I was, to say the least, delighted.

I told Marie nothing of Pam's predilections or precociousness. This was to be my

surprise. Pam came in on the Metro and we met her at Faragut Station. Pam's

first words to Marie, after being introduced were, "You're going to like me, I

never wipe!"

Well, this set the stage for just an extraordinary afternoon. The Metro Station

is longer than a football field. It is way, way down below ground. We stood on

the platform talking for half an hour or so, waiting for the rush hour crowds to

thin. Pam tormented Marie beautifully making her recite the various duties I

made her perform both on my body and on herself. Pam would constantly berate her

if she tried to talk too softly for those around us to here.

"You mean she pisses all over you?" She asked in raised voice, mockingly

shocked, as Marie turned that wonderful shade of crimson, and later saying quite

loudly, "You really shit yourself?", causing me to grin wickedly as Marie sunk

lower into her mortification. I don't have to mention all three of us were

lubing as if we were in heat!

Finally another train came, and Pam just as naturally as you please, took

Marie's hand and led her towards the exit, ahead of the crowd. Marie doesn't

quite look old enough to be her mother, still it looked cute seeing Pam so

obviously in charge of someone her senior. I just trailed behind, curious, and

grinning. Pam looked so cute, she did everything but skip! Now understand, the

escalators are like something out of a science fiction movie, they just go on

and on. I bet they go up a 10th of a mile. And very, very steep. We were going

up. I was maybe 10 people behind and below my two companions when Pam reached up

on tip toes and whispered in Marie's ear. Marie turned around with a priceless

look of panic and incredulity on her poor face, her eyes searching up and down

the escalator for mine.

When we locked on to each other, I just grinned, tighten my lips giving her my

sternest look, and nodded my confirmation that indeed what ever she was told,

she must do.

There she stood, my lovely slave, legs slightly parted, head down, her hand

squeezing the railing as she pushed a long curling turd out into her panties. It

was wonderful watching the people behind her. Her panties, were no match for her

deposit, they merely served to break her turd into soft separated chunks that

fell down, splattering the stairs and ankles and her shoes.

I thought people were going to stampede backwards. I could hear the people ahead

of me gasp, and whisper as the smell and substance of what she was doing became

obvious.

If you now count to about 100, you'll know how long Marie was trapped there,

shit dripping down her leg, her smells fouling the air. Pam finally whispered

again to her, telling her to turn around. That was delicious. I don't know if I

would have been that mean. Making her look at everyone, acknowledging their

stares, adding to her mortification, a total loss of any anonymity. Just

delicious. The final touch happened at the top of the escalator where after

stepping off, Pam made her stand there to the side, watching her shit getting

smeared in the grating of the escalator as people got off after her, stepping

over it, and looking at her from head to shit stained shoes, in disgust.

One young woman, a typical vanilla, asked if Marie was all right? Pam, said, "Of

course she's all right, she's always doing this." Neither Marie nor the woman

could quite catch their composure enough to look at each other. I envied Marie's

mortification.

I'm not sure what Marie would have liked more, to hide under a rock, or get her

nasty little cunt fisted. (I thought that might happen back at the Hotel, but

small as Pam is, her hand was still too large for Marie's small hole.)

The ride up to the room was a sheer delight. The smell filling the elevator,

Marie's embarrassment at her smells, Pam's evil grins, the incredulous faces of

people getting on and off. I just stood there taking it all in (and breathing it

all in), Marie's gaze touching mine every few seconds then returning to the

floor, her mortification peaking each time the air circulated, making her

remember her little shitting performance. Making me ooze lubrication into my

panties like some cream filling in a pastry.

We weren't in the room a minute before Pam ordered Marie to undress for us,

slowly revealing the incredible mess that was pasted to her panties under her

skirt. I took Marie, holding her by her ears and forced my lips to hers, giving

her my spit, showing her I loved her for the wonderful nastiness she performed,

while Pam, kneeling behind her slowly peeled the nasty panties off her, and

wiped away the excess with the outer fabric of Marie's panties. The smell in the

room was just delightful.

"Bend over Marie", Pam whispered.

I stepped around and watched from behind as Marie did as Pam ordered, bending

far forward, and reaching back with both hands, opened the cheeks of her ass,

letting herself be wiped and handled by my young niece.

Pam turned around, a look on her face that was just priceless. A look that made

me think of the CVS girl, a look of total supremacy and wickedness. "Kneel next

to me auntie, it smells so awful, but you have to be HERE, to really smell it!"

I knelt, awed by the assumption of power my young niece had taken on, and

hypnotized by the thin film of pasty filth smeared between the cheeks of Marie's

ass.

I couldn't help myself, I had to push my face into her crack and breath in her

smells. The combined smells of shit and sweat and cunt cream. I slowly moved the

tip of my tongue against her filthy asshole. It was impossible to breathe very

much of course, the smell was just too overwhelming, but the nastiness of it,

the moist dankness of it was overwhelming.

Pam was now standing behind me. I could feel her thighs and tummy on my back and

on the back of my head. She was rubbing her pubes in my hair. Her body weight

pushed my face deeper and lower into the nasty space between Marie's legs,

forcing the bridge of my nose, then my forehead against the brown stickiness

that clung to her skin.

I felt it first in my hair, then the luxurious hot streams weaved down my face,

hot, burning hot, the mixture made the smell of Marie's shit seem to explode

against my nostrils. Sweet Pam, standing up on her very tiptoes, was pissing

full force on her nasty aunt, and I was in heaven. I could feel Marie's stomach

muscles tightening as Pam reached around Marie on each side and squeezed her

nipples mercilessly. I could feel the intensity as she ground herself harder

against me as she pulled, using only poor Marie's nipples for leverage.

I dug my nails deep into tender skin of Marie's inner thighs and dragged them

slowly. I was rewarded instantly as Marie's bittersweet piss touched my lips as

she lost control and released her bladder, the pain and pleasure taking their

toll. My lips, chin, then tits and finally my lap, drenched in the piss that

hissed in twisted ribbons from the tortured woman's cunt. I felt it finally

gathering and dripping between the lips of my own slit, combining with my

niece's, dripping down past my anus and falling to the floor to be joined by my

own as I just relaxed and let my own piss flow out down the vee formed by my

closed legs.

I opened my mouth letting her piss coat my tongue and flow like a waterfall. The

smells, the tastes, the wickedness all fighting to be dominant sensations. I

shit! Kneeling there with my ass not an inch from the floor, I relaxed and let

my own smells and waste put the final mark on our wonderful afternoon. I just

let it go. As my face was sprayed, I felt my warm paste form a soft link between

my ass and the floor and dreaded wonderfully, that first second when my niece

would step back and see the full range of my nastiness. And what it would prompt

her to do.

Pam moving off of me was like a blanket being removed. My wet skin was suddenly

cooled by the smelly air circulating in the room.

I knelt with my nose pressed deep into Marie's nasty crack, and could feel Pam's

eyes on me from behind. I knew she was looking at the combined wastes on the

floor then back up the length of my form and back down again. I felt as naked

and lewd as I ever had.

Poor Marie, her nipples must have been throbbing from Pam's ministrations, and I

had left deep scratches down the inside of both thighs, which I knew must be

stinging from the piss that had dripped down her firm legs.

We were in that delicious moment where nobody wanted to move, we just stayed,

all of us secretly embarrassed by the filth around us.

I sensed rather than saw Pam squatting behind me, her knees finally touching me

as she looked closer at what I had done.

Marie moved forward slightly, and I knee walked forward just enough to be able

to turn around and watch Pam stare at the crude gift I had left behind.

I stared at her hypnotized as she slowly put her hand to the ground and cradled

a large smelly lump into her palm and brought it up level to our faces. She

stared at it as intensely as I stared at her. I knew where she was. I knew that

place you had to be to be able to touch it, to handle it and not be repulsed by

it, that place where the moist slimy feel doesn't feel unnatural, where the

strange weightiness isn't repulsive. Pam was at that place.

In what looked like slow motion she brought her hand to her nose and inhaled the

my smells. Then, eyes leaving her hand and going to mine, she slowly moved her

hand to within an inch of my face.

Not know what she expected, I opened my mouth. Pam pulled her hand away, nodding

until I understood and closed it, then brought her hand back again, this time to

rest just under my nose.

"Smell Auntie", she said almost coquettishly, then in a very evil tone, her eyes

narrowing on mine, "Smell your nasty shit"!

She sat watching me. Watching my eyes on her, watching me display myself in

front of her, smelling my waste, in front of her.

My eyes ever on hers, I slowly let my tongue slink out to lick the underside of

the hand of my adorable niece, delighting her with my lewdness.

Pam leaned forward slightly then rose to her feet and walked to the bathroom,

leaving the door open. She held her hand over the toilet and turned it over,

letting my foul leavings drop into the bowl with a rather embarrassing splash.

She then proceeded to wipe the pasty remnants from her palm and from between her

fingers with tissue. When she was satisfied, she dropped the tissue into the

bowl and turned facing me, brought her hand to her face and made an exaggerated

pose of smelling her hand, smiling wickedly as I watched.

She took the roll of tissue from its hold and unceremoniously tossed it to

Marie, signaling, it was her station in life to clean the urine and excrement

from the floor. Marie quietly went to work, smarting still from the wicked

treatment Pam had given her nipples, and now just wanting to be done with

things.

As Marie worked, carrying smelly wet tissues back to the bathroom to be flushed,

and returning to pickup the remaining mess, Pam started dressing. I was still

luxuriating in the feel the sticky urine drying on me, and the tightness along

the crack of my ass where wiping would normally have finished the job I started.

Pam came over and stood in front of me as she finished pulling her panties on

and smiled at the look of my face, with traces of shit still evident on my

forehead and bridge of my nose.

She picked up Marie's shit smeared panties and held them to my nose and watched

me breath them in, then just let them drop to my lap.

"I have to go now Auntie, and you were right, she is just a perfect little lady

slut!", she said, tauntingly looking towards Marie.

Marie stayed busy, but did look up and acknowledge the comment.

"Did you like shitting yourself for me Marie"?, she taunted, picking up the

panties and carrying them over to wave in front of Marie's nose.

"You have to take these home with you", she said, "Put them in a bag or

something, but take them, and Marie," she paused and rubbed them into my young

protÈgÈ's face, ever so lightly, "wear them for Auntie".

With that she let them fall onto the pissy floor and walked to the door, and was

gone.

"Well"? I taunted my little co-worker.

She looked at me puzzled and a little apprehensive.

"Aren't you going to put them on?" I mocked.

Looking dumbly at the wad of soiled tissues in her hand, she nodded and dropping

the paper into a small pool, stood and ever so carefully put for one foot then

the other into the legholes of the filthy panties, and slowly pulled the dank

material up her legs and against her crotch, her eyes and facial features giving

away just how cold and wet and foul they felt to her.

I motioned for her to come towards me, and as she walked I changed posture so

that as she arrived I could nuzzle her right in the tummy, nuzzling and kissing

her pubes through the outrageous material, and sweet Marie held the back of my

head and mewed.