Abigail Dupree closed her book with a satisfied sigh. She had just finished reading a particularly juicy chapter of the erotic novel she'd been devouring for hours. The deliciously taboo story had left her feeling heated and excited, her cheeks flushed with arousal. Her eyes drifted towards the window, thinking how nice it would be to feel the cool night air against her skin.
But first, there was something she needed to take care of. A deep, gnawing ache had been building up in her abdomen all day long, and as she sat on the edge of her bed, she knew what it meant. With a wicked grin spreading across her face, Abigail stood up and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. She always got excited before releasing her load, and tonight was no different.
Pulling down her skirt, Abigail kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her panties. She had been holding onto this one for a while now, holding it in even through the tight spots her day had brought on. Naked from the waist down, Abigail bent over at the waist, her butt sticking up in the air, and let out a long drawn-out "Ahhhh," as she finally defecated.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sheer size of the turd that emerged from her tight little hole. It was big and meaty, with a strong, unmistakable scent that made Abigail's heart race. She reached back with a wobbly hand, ready to take her prize, but suddenly froze.
Daddy was watching through the peephole again. He always watched when he knew she was about to indulge in one of her kinks. Smiling mischievously, Abigail grabbed her poo with both hands and started squeezing and kneading it into a long, thick rope. The smell was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but moan softly, her fingers slippery with grease and excitement.
Using one hand to spread her messy rope across her stomach, chest, and finally up to her mouth, Abigail closed her eyes and let out a delighted sigh. The taste was even better than she'd imagined, and the feeling of the warm, soft poo against her skin sent shivers down her spine.
With renewed determination, Abigail reached for the vibrator she kept hidden under her bed and turned it on high. It whirred to life, the intense buzzing vibrations sending shockwaves through her body. She bent over again, her bare ass in the air, and spread her cheeks wide. It wasn't long before she could feel the familiar tickle of her own fingers pushing against her rim.
Slowly and sensually, Abigail began to probe her own butthole, her other hand wrapping around her dildo. She moved it in and out of her slick, swollen pussy, feeling the delicious combination of fullness and pleasure that always came with this particular routine. As she neared her climax, Abigail let out a loud moan, her hips bucking up and down as she milked every last drop of pleasure from her scat play.
With a final, powerful thrust, Abigail's body shuddered and convulsed, her walls clenching tightly around her dildo as she let out a long, drawn-out moan. She collapsed onto her bed, spent and satisfied, her fingers still coated in the sticky residue of her own poo. Tonight's performance had been one for the books.
And as she drifted off to sleep, leaving a trail of smelly fingerprints on her sheets, Abigail knew that daddy would be pleased. After all, there was nothing quite like the smell of victory—or poo—to make her feel alive.
