Amanda was eagerly waiting for her next session with Mistress Donna Flowers. The thought of them both engrossed in their fruits, grape juice running down their chins while their gluts shook from the pleasure was enough to get her wet. She could still taste the sweet yet tart flavor of the grapes that had wallowed in her filth, and she couldn't wait to experience it all over again.
With a hungry grin on her face, she stripped down to the shitty outfit she had worn during their last encounter. It was now stained and sticky with the dried remnants of her waste, and it turned her on knowing that her scent lingered within the fabric. Kneeling on the bathroom floor, she began to manually stimulate her asshole, craving the feeling of fulfillment that came with pushing grapes in and out of her tight hole.
As she pumped her fist in and out of her ass, her mind wandered to the image of her and Mistress Donna together, their hips swaying in rhythm as they stuffed themselves with the succulent fruits. She could picture the two of them, sweaty and flushed with arousal, leaning in to share a kiss while their bodies continued to pleasurably reject the grapes.
Acting on an impulse, Amanda reached behind her, careful not to touch anything else, and gently pulled her still-relaxed sphincter apart. Her fingers found the remaining grapes within her bowels and, with a deep breath, she slowly pushed them back out. They emerged covered in slick mucus and her own feces, but she didn't care; they were still delicious.
With a hungry grin, she picked up the grapes from the floor and popped them into her mouth, savoring the taste of her own filth. She fantasized about picking up where she and Mistress Donna had left off, imagining the two of them bent over a giant pile of grapes, their assholes stretched wide and their mouths full of shit.
The more she thought about it, the wetter she got. She moved her hand back to her crotch, rubbing herself through her panties in anticipation of what was to come. She couldn't wait to share the experience with Mistress Donna again, to see the look on her face as she pushed yet another grape deeper into Amanda's ass.
The image of it all was too much for her to bear. With a moan, she reached into her panties and began frantically rubbing her clit, desperate to come. Her mind was filled with images of their next session: them both covered in grape juice, laughing and moaning as they stuffed their faces with each other's shit.
As she neared orgasm, Amanda closed her eyes and pictured Mistress Donna watching her from the other side of the imaginary pile of grapes, an appreciative smile on her face as she whispered encouragement to Amanda. It was enough to send her over the edge, her body shuddering under the onslaught of pleasure.
With a cry, she came, her orgasm rocking her body as her fingers thrust relentlessly against her clit. The sensation was intense, almost painful, but she savored every moment of it. She opened her eyes to find that her hand was still covered in her own juices, evidence of her arousal staining her fingertips.
As she sat there, catching her breath, Amanda couldn't help but wonder what their next session would bring. Would they try something new this time, like squashing grapes together or seeing who could fit the most in their mouth? The anticipation was almost unbearable.
With a contented sigh, Amanda stood up and peeled off her sticky, filthy clothes, dropping them in a filthy heap on the floor. She took one last look at the mess she had made, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. This was going to be good. She could already feel it.
