Under the glow of a warm, amber-tinted lamp, Marine's face contorted into an expression of ecstasy as she pushed past the last remnants of resistance and finally relieved herself in her tight, lacy panties. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes rolled back in her head as she savored the rush of relief washing over her, punctuated by the satisfying squelch of her messy feces squishing between her plump ass cheeks.
Satisfied with her bowel movement, Marine carefully stood up from the squat toilet, wiping the residual wetness from her backside with a small, cotton towel. She crossed the room, her hips swaying seductively under the sheer material of her skirt that clung to her dripping panties. Her heels clacked on the wooden floor, drawing your attention upwards to the long, slender line of her calves and the peek of cleavage between her parted, lace-trimmed outer-garments.
Marine reached the small vanity table and slowly peeled down her soiled panties, revealing her perfectly manicured pink pussy. Her soft, round butt cheeks were puckered from the contact with her own feces, and the faint waft of her repugnant odor reached your nose, causing your cock to twitch in anticipation. She turned to face you, tilting her hips ever so slightly to draw attention to her juicy ass and the dainty, blood-red stain on her panties.
"Now look at this," she purred, reaching out to slowly slide the panties off her glistening butt crack and revealing her gleaming poop-coated soles. "My soles are absolutely filthy." She winced dramatically, as if in pain, and stuck a long, crimson-tipped nail right into her dirty instep. "But I'm willing to let you clean them if you do a good job."
As if to drive her point home, Marine stepped forward and pressed one foot against your crotch, grinding her soiled heel into your hardon through your pants. You gasped at the sensation, and she could feel your mighty erection throbbing beneath her sole. "You already know you want to," she taunted, running her other hand through her sweat-matted hair. "The only thing stopping you is your own silly little conscience."
Slowly, with deliberate motions that made your heart race, Marine inched forward until her entire body was pressed against yours. She could feel your warmth radiating through your pants, and she knew damn well how much you wanted to get your hands on her filthy feet. "Well?" she asked, arching a brow expectantly. "Aren't you going to take them off?"
In a flash of movement, Marine whipped off her own shoes and threw them carelessly to the side. With a shudder of anticipation, she lifted one foot high into the air, wiggling her plump toes invitingly. Your tongue flooded your mouth as you stared at the long, misshapen turd smeared across her pad and the squishy, glistening mixture of feces and sweat coating her heel. The smell was intoxicating, and even though you knew what you were about to do was wrong, you couldn't help but lean forward and press your mouth to her dirty soles.
Marine moaned in delight as you began to lap at her foot crevices, groaning softly in approval as you scraped your tongue along her filthy arch. She leaned back against the wall, letting out a long, low sigh. "That's it," she encouraged, tracing her fingers through your hair. "Lick me clean, baby."
With each passing moment, you could feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into this forbidden fantasy. The taste of Marine's dirty feet on your tongue was intoxicating, and the warmth emanating from her body felt like a drug coursing through your veins. You lapped at her soles with abandon, cleaning every inch of skin and scrubbing away any trace of her filthy load. As you worked, Marine's breathing grew more ragged, her hips bucking against you in time with your ministrations.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you had scrubbed every last bit of feces from her soles. With trembling hands, you lifted her feet one by one and kissed them tenderly, basking in the sweet, fresh scent of her clean skin and the taste of her lingering on your lips. "Thank you," she whispered, reaching down to cup your face in her hands. "Now what do I owe you for that?"
Before you could even think of an answer, Marine leaned forward and kissed you, her tongue darting against yours in a lush, probing dance. Your hearts throbbed together as you deepened the kiss, lost in a haze of desire and filthy fantasies. You could feel her hard nipples pushing against your chest through your clothes, and all you could think about was reaching up to feel more of her bare skin.
As you pulled away from the kiss, Marine's eyes were heavy with lust, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Well?" she prompted, arching an eyebrow as she reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra. "What are you waiting for? Finish what you started."
