Amanda, the scat goddess, led me to a filthy, dingy porta potty at the edge of the crowded party. She smiled mischievously, her eyes glinting in the dim light as I hesitated at the door.
"What are you waiting for?" she purred, pushing me inside. The stench of urine and feces hit me like a wave, making it hard to breathe. Amanda closed the door behind her and locked it, trapping us in this odorous box.
As I stood there, wondering what she had in store for me, she casually undid her jeans and let them drop to the floor. Underneath, she wore nothing but a white thong that was already stained with cum and other unmentionable fluids. It hung precariously low on her hips, teasingly revealing her shaven vulva.
"I hope you don't mind," she giggled, "I hadn't planned on this getting messy, but..." She shrugged, spreading her legs wide and bending forward slightly, inviting me to get a closer look at her dripping pussy.
"Now just sit down, love," she continued, gesturing towards the disgusting toilet bowl filled with brown water and floating chunks of waste. "I promise it will be worth it."
I couldn't believe what I was doing, but there was something about Amanda that made me obey her every command. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the cold metal seat, wincing as it sank beneath my weight.
And then, she began to move. Her gorgeous body undulated to an unheard rhythm as she pressed herself against the portal potty, grinding her hips in time with the music only she could hear. It was both mesmerizing and nauseating to watch.
I couldn't take my eyes off her, even as I felt the hot, thick cream that was filling the bowl beneath me. The scent of waste and human bodies mingled in the air, making me lightheaded. Amanda moaned softly, her face contorting with pleasure as she reached her climax.
Suddenly, she pulled away, revealing her pale round ass covered in goosebumps. With a delicate gesture, she lifted her thong to show me the mess we had created together: a thick layer of creamy feces covering the seat and the bowl, decorated with dribbles of urine and streaks of dirt from her hands.
Amanda's eyes met mine, glistening with excitement and anticipation. "What do you think?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement. "Care to taste?"
Before I could answer, she scooped up a handful of the soft, warm mixture and brought it to my mouth. "Go ahead, loves," she whispered, her breath hot against my face. "You know you want it."
Swallowing hard, I opened my mouth and let her stuff it in. It was warm, salty, and slightly sour on my tongue – like nothing I had ever tasted before. But there was something about it that was strangely addictive. I reached out and touched it, letting the cool, soft texture slide between my fingers.
And then, with a sigh of satisfaction, I leaned forward and tasted more.
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