Sophie and I had been chatting online for months, and I always found her irresistible. One day, inspired by a provocative thought, I decided to push things a little further. I asked her if she would ever consider shitting on camera for me, knowing full well that it was incredibly taboo. To my surprise, she actually agreed.
Excitedly, we set up a webcam session for the following evening. As I sat in front of my computer, I eagerly awaited her arrival. When she finally joined the call, she wore nothing but a tiny black thong and a seductive smile. "So, are you ready for this?" she asked playfully.
I knew I had to tread carefully as I didn't want to scare her off or make her change her mind. "Are you sure you want to go through with this, Sophie?" I asked, trying to sound as supportive as possible.
"Don't worry, I'm a big girl," she replied confidently, "I've done this before, remember?" My heart raced with anticipation at the thought of seeing my beautiful cam girl take things to the next level.
She began to undress, slowly slipping out of her thong and revealing her soft, supple ass to me. I couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle as she playfully wiggled it in front of the camera. Then, she turned around and stood up, her full figure on display.
"Okay, so how should I do this?" she asked, clearly out of her comfort zone. I quickly shot her a reassuring smile and told her to just relax and let nature take its course. As I watched her, I saw a hint of nervousness in her eyes, but also an undeniable excitement.
She paced around the room for a few minutes before finally sitting down on the edge of her bed. "Here goes nothing," she muttered under her breath as she leaned forward, clenching her muscles tight. With an impossibly loud groan, she let out an enormous shart that shook the room.
Gas poured out of her ass in waves, filling the air with its foul stench. I couldn't believe what I was seeing—and yet, I was completely entranced by it all. She let out another tremendous fart, this one even louder than the first.
Sophie then began to wiggle her ass uncontrollably as more hot gas blasted out of her. It was clear that she was enjoying the sensation, despite the initial discomfort. Gradually, small pellets of shit began to emerge from her tight asshole, plopping onto the floor with a wet slapping sound.
Mesmerized, I watched as Sophie's toilet-like odor intensified, and soon enough, she was sitting in a puddle of her own shit. She didn't even seem to notice, lost in the haze ofbounded euphoria.
As the mess around her grew larger, Sophie reached back and began to massage her own asshole, coaxing even more shit out of her body. It was both repulsive and arousing to see her in such a vulnerable and primal state.
Finally, she collapsed back onto her bed, spent from her efforts. She looked up at me with exhausted but satisfied eyes. "Well, that was... intense," she whispered, her cheeks flushed with shame and excitement.
For the rest of the night, we talked about the experience, explored our mutual feelings of guilt and arousal, and laughed about how surreal it all was. Despite the taboo nature of our session, we both felt a deeper connection because of it.
