Tamara, also known as Tamy, was an 18-year-old student in Riga who had a unique kink. She loved sharing her most intimate bodily functions with others, and shitting was her favorite. She had long blonde hair that fell in soft waves down her back, big blue eyes filled with mischief, and a face that could easily lull you into thinking she was an innocent girl next door. But she wasn't. She relished the thought of someone watching her take a dump, feeling their gaze on her naked body as she let one rip. It turned her on, knowing that she was making someone else uncomfortable while also satisfying her own desires.
One day, she met a man named Markus through an online forum dedicated to sharing such fetishes. They messaged back and forth, discussing their interests and fantasies until they finally met up in person. Tamy was nervous but excited, eager to finally show this man what she was capable of. They decided to meet at her apartment where they could be more comfortable. Markus hesitated at first, unsure if he should indulge in her request, but the hunger in her eyes and the way she bit her bottom lip convinced him to go through with it.
Tamy led him into her bedroom, where there was a porcelain toilet bowl that glistened under the light. She sat down on the cool seat, spreading her legs slightly apart as she looked up at Markus. He could see the outline of her asshole through her panties, and it took everything in him not to jump on her right there. She could feel his arousal as he stood behind her, his breath hot against the side of her neck. Slowly, she slid her panties down, exposing her ass to him completely.
"Do you want me to poop for you?" she whispered softly. Her voice sounded huskier than usual, her body already reacting to the anticipation of what was to come. Markus nodded, unable to form words as he watched her take a small turd and wipe it across the bowl before flushing it away. Tamy laughed softly, her breath tickling his ear as she turned to face him again.
"You like that?" she asked with a smirk, her tone sultry and playful. Markus could only nod again as she reached back and grabbed a handful of his cock through his pants. "Good boy," she purred before going back to business. She grabbed a back issues of a local magazine from her nightstand and began to read it casually while occasionally pushing out small turds into the toilet bowl. Her concentration seemed focused on the words while her ass cheeks squeezed together in anticipation every few minutes or so, teasing Markus mercilessly.
After an hour of reading and shitting, Tamy finally finished and stood up from the toilet bowl. Her face was flushed with both embarrassment and excitement, but there was a satisfied smile that played on her lips. She turned around to face Markus, who had a rock-hard erection straining against his pants. Slowly, she reached down and freed his cock from his pants, gripping it firmly in her hand. "Time to clean up," she whispered before lowering herself onto the toilet seat once more.
She positioned herself perfectly, inviting him to watch as she took his cock deep inside her asshole. The smell of shit and sex filled the room, but neither of them cared. They were both lost in the moment, Tamy riding him back and forth on the toilet seat while Markus pounded into her greedy asshole. She moaned loudly, her back arching as she came hard around his cock. They both groaned in unison as she slid off the toilet and knelt in front of him, taking his throbbing cock into her mouth.
She sucked him clean, tasting the bitter mix of her feces and his cum on his cock. It was disgusting but somehow arousing, and she loved every moment of it. Markus came hard, spurting his warm seed down her throat as she massaged his balls tenderly. They both collapsed onto the floor in a tangle of limbs and sweat, spent from their encounter.
As they cleaned up and dressed, they both knew that this wasn't just a one-time thing. Tamy was a shitting sweetheart who enjoyed sharing her most intimate moments with others, and Markus was more than happy to oblige. They exchanged contacts, promising to meet again soon for another session of kinky fun. As they parted ways, Tamy could still feel the warmth of his cum drying on her tongue, reminding her of the excitement she felt when she shit for him. And she couldn't wait until they could do it all over again.
