Amanda stepped out of the crowded club, her thigh-high boots clicking on the pavement. She smiled at the bouncer, who tried his best not to stare at her plump, barely contained ass. His eyes were drawn to the tight leather of her miniskirt and the shiny black sequins that adorned it. Amanda knew what he was thinking; she had perfected her look as the scat goddess, and she reveled in the power it gave her over men.
Her next destination was a dingy public restroom around the corner. The stench hit her as she opened the door, but she welcomed it, knowing it meant she wasn't the only one who had succumbed to the debauchery of the club. Amanda locked the door behind her and reached into her tiny handbag for her makeup bag. She slipped off her jacket, revealing more of her flesh-filled lingerie. Her black lace bra and thong were soaked with sweat and tastefully decorated with splatters of last week's mess.
Her hands trembled as she opened her makeup bag and retrieved a compact mirror. She prepared herself for the view of her asshole dripping in her feces. She had eaten a heavy meal earlier and had been planning this for some time. Amanda pushed her panties to the side and gingerly slid one finger into her asshole, coating it with her own shit. It didn't disgust her; it aroused her. She reached between her legs and touched herself, her fingers leaving streaks of filth on her already stained panties.
With a final glance in the mirror, Amanda backed up to the toilet bowl. The seat was up, and there was already a layer of grime and unknown fluids on it. She didn't care; she was prepared for this. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the seat, feeling the coolness of the porcelain against her overheated cheeks. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to push.
Her ass clenched around the intruding finger as she slid it in and out, fucking herself with her own feces. She rocked back and forth, grinding her hips against the cool toilet bowl. The feel of her own shit on her fingers and between her ass cheeks sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her free hand moved up to her bra, undoing the clasp and letting her heavy, sagging breasts fall free. Her breath quickened as she reached behind her and took hold of herself, guiding her shitty fingers deeper into her gaping asshole.
The release was intense and messy, her ass clenching rhythmically as she shot cum all over the inside of the toilet bowl. Her fingers slid out of her ass, coated in a mixture of her own shit and arousal. She didn't clean herself; she didn't want to. The scent of her own shit was intoxicating, and she wanted to hold onto it for as long as possible.
Triumphantly, Amanda flushed the toilet and emerged from the stall. She retrieved her jacket and headed back out into the cool night air, leaving a mess for someone else to clean up in the port a potty.
