Abigail Dupree was a woman of many surprises. She had always lived a life of dominance, pushing boundaries and finding ways to shock those around her. Her choice of hobby was no exception. In her solitude, she would indulge in an activity that few could even fathom – performing an enema on herself and then letting the warm, thick liquid of feces soak into her skin until they swelled with pleasure. It was a sensation like no other, an aphrodisiac of sorts that brought her immense satisfaction.
Her bathroom became her sanctuary, filled with different colors of soap and various sized tubes for enemas, each bearing a different scent. She would carefully select one, filling up the tub with warm water until it almost reached boiling point. Then, she would carefully insert the soft nozzle of the enema tip into her rosebud and push the contents inside, feeling the cool liquid slide past her insides as it traversed deeper and deeper into her bowels.
The sensation was both pleasurable and disgusting at the same time. But Abigail found a strange sort of beauty in it all. She reveled in the smell of her own feces as her body responded to the influx of water, pushing it out of her anus in anticipation for what was to come next. She would then remove the tube and slowly drip the overflowing waste onto her belly, watching as it slid down her skin like thick syrup. It wasn't long before she found herself reduced to primal moans, lost in the moment as she played with her own excrement.
Often, when she was done, the smooth insides of her asshole would protrude from between her cheeks, a glistening orifice begging for attention. Abigail would allow herself a moment to revel in this sight before spreading her legs wide open, revealing her bare pussy to the room. Her labia were usually coated in a mixture of her own feces and pee, and she took great delight in rubbing them together, feeling the warm, sticky mess spread between her folds.
Her clit would harden as she continued, her hips bucking up against the sensation, and it wasn't long before she felt the familiar stirrings of pleasure deep down in her core. She would close her eyes, breathing heavily as she stroked herself faster, grinding her hips against the cool tile of the floor. And then, without fail, her body would tense up, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. It wasn't uncommon for her to scream out in ecstasy, the taste of her own shit on her tongue mingling with the salty tears streaming down her cheeks.
One day, Abigail was alone in her bathroom once again, lost in her usual routine. But this time, she felt something different; a warm presence behind her. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. It was him - the one she had been waiting for. His eyes were fixed on her naked form, his cock already hard at the sight of her.
"SAY IT," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Tell me you want to do it. Tell me you want to push that beautiful shit out and cover your pretty pussy with it."
Abigail whimpered softly, arching her back. "I… I want to please you," she moaned, feeling herself being pulled towards the edge. "I want to make you happy. I want to show you how sexy I am."
With that, he roughly grabbed her hips, pulling her forward and ramming his cock deep inside her. She gasped, feeling her insides stretch to accommodate him. He groaned, finding her prolapsed anus from behind and pushing deeper, thrusting in and out of her wet hole. She could feel the heat of his cock against her exposed asshole, the friction intensifying the sensation.
"Poop," he commanded, his voice harsh. "Fill this tube with your shit and give it to me."
With trembling hands, Abigail reached out, grabbing one of the tubes filled with warm water. She didn't hesitate this time, pushing it inside her rectum as hard as she could. The feeling of the cool liquid being replaced with warm feces sent shivers down her spine. And then, she let go, allowing the force of gravity to do the rest as her body pushed the bowels out, coating the insides of the tube with her waste.
When she was finished, she held it out to him, her eyes shining with a mix of fear and desire. He took it from her, his thick fingers scooping out some of the goop and bringing it to her lips. She opened her mouth obediently, tasting the familiar tang of her own shit as he fed it to her. It wasn't long before her passion overtook her, their rhythm becoming one.
He took control, pushing her body to the brink of orgasm before allowing her to come, his hands gripping her hips as they shook from the force of her climax. And then, just as she was about to collapse, he pulled out, his cum shooting out over her ass and down her thighs, mixing with her own bodily fluids.
Abigail collapsed onto the floor, spent but satisfied. As she lay there, her lips curling into a smile, she realized that this was what she had been missing all along – the feeling of being both disgusting and desirable at the same time.
"You like it?" he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
She nodded, reaching back to feel her anus still protruding from her body. "I love it," she murmured. "You make me feel so sexy when you're here. Can we do it again?"
