Love to Shit Girls - Smell While Stroke
As I approached the doorstep of the opulent mansion, my heart raced with anticipation. This was my first time attending a gathering hosted by the infamous Love to Shit Girls. I had been exploring my fetishistic interests online and stumbled upon their website - a place where like-minded individuals could come together to share their deepest desires.
The door opened, and I was immediately hit by a wave of odors: body odor, sweat, and most prominently, the unmistakable scent of human feces. But rather than feeling repulsed, I found myself aroused as I entered the luxurious foyer.
The atmosphere was electric. Music blasted through the speakers as people, mostly men, milled about, their eyes darting between the doorways that led into different parts of the house. I could see glimpses of what was happening behind those doors—scenes that pushed the boundaries of normality and delved deep into taboo territory.
After some hesitation, I worked up the courage to approach one of the open doors. Peering inside, I saw a woman on her knees, her head buried in a pair of messy tights. She was breathing heavily as she inhaled the potent aroma emanating from the garment, her eyes closed in bliss.
I noticed another man standing nearby, his cock semi-hard in his pants, watching intently. As if sensing my presence, he stepped aside to allow me access.
Taking a deep breath, I knelt down next to her and placed my nose against the tights, inhaling deeply. The smell was strong but not overwhelming—a mixture of sweat, cum, and shit that made my cock twitch involuntarily.
I gently reached out and started stroking myself as I continued to inhale the musky scent. It was intoxicating, and I could feel the excitement building up inside me.
Suddenly, the woman beside me let out a moan, breaking the silent trance we were both in. She pulled the tights away from her face and revealed a satisfied smile.
"Love it when you stroke while you breathe in my scent," she murmured, her voice little more than a whisper.
Before I could respond, another woman entered the room, wearing yet another pair of messy tights. She smiled seductively and turned to her companion.
"Your turn," she purred, handing the tights over with a wink.
I looked up at her, feeling a surge of lust rise up within me. Without thinking, I stood up and grabbed her hips, pulling her towards me.
She gasped as I pressed my cock against her lower stomach, her tights already growing damp with anticipation. We exchanged heated glances before melting together in a passionate kiss.
The party continued around us, but all I could focus on was the moment—the smell, the taste, the feel. This was my fantasy come true, and nothing else mattered.
For what felt like an eternity but could have been just minutes, we lost ourselves in each other, fueled by the primal urges of our bodies and the forbidden pleasure we shared. When we finally pulled away from each other, our clothes sticking to our skin with sweat and other fluids, I knew that this was a memory I would cherish forever.
As I continued to explore the rest of the mansion, I encountered countless more scenes like the one I had just shared—people engaging in all sorts of taboo acts, clothed only in their desire and the scent of human waste. The Love to Shit Girls had created a world where nothing was off-limits, where every twisted fantasy could come true.
And I couldn't have been happier to be part of it.
