In the dimly lit dungeon-like room, an attractive young woman named Yara stood unyielding, her luscious curves accentuated by the bulky and cumbersome gas mask that covered her exquisite facial features. Despite having been given instructions to wear 'the mask', many of the patrons of this unique performance had expressed discomfort, even fear. But not Yara. She seemed to embrace her role, just another part of her craft as a perverformer.
The room was divided, with one section comprising comfortable-looking chairs and a large screen for viewing the main event; the other section featuring a glass-enclosed gurney and all the necessary tools for the act. It was here, in this sickeningly pristine setting, that Yara now found herself, her body positioned strangely on top of the transparent surface.
From below, through the glass panes of the gurney, Cosmo observed as she squatted down, her perfect round backside hovering just inches above the ground. He couldn't help but feel a stir of anticipation in his loins as he watched her lower her gasmasked head towards a metal bowl of lukewarm water, dipping it inside to wet her full lips before settling back onto the glass plate.
Slowly, she began to press her body against the plate, grinding her hips as she smeared a thick, gloopy substance across its surface. It took Cosmo few moments to realize that it was actually feces she was spreading across the glass, her movements intentional and deliberate.
She pressed down harder, her ample breasts squishing against the glass, and Cosmo could see a dark, viscous liquid oozing from between her thighs. His eyes were fixated on the glistening bead of moisture that dripped from her opening, landing with a soft splat on the glass below. He knew what he needed to do.
Without a word, he rose from his crouch, eyes wide with need as he approached the glass enclosure. His hands reached out, torn between the desire to touch her and the revulsion he felt for the filth that coated her naked form. But he ignored this inner struggle, grasping her wadded up, dirty panties in one hand, and reaching out to simultaneously touch her, and wipe the smeared shit from his hands on them.
Moaning softly through the gas mask, Yara arched her back slightly, her hips moving in time with his touch as he continued to coat her butt in the thick, warm mess. Apparently satisfied with his work, Cosmo stepped back, anxiously stroking his exposed, throbbing cock as he watched her.
She lay there, impassive beneath the mask, her eyes hidden behind the heavy-duty goggles. Despite this, Cosmo knew she was aware of his presence, could feel his gaze burning into her exposed skin. And it seemed to fuel her own desire, because suddenly she began to writhe, her ass jiggling enticingly under his gaze.
Without thinking, Cosmo moved forward again, this time sliding his fingers inside the mess that coated her butt, gently massaging her tight, puckered hole. He watched in awe as she responded, her body arching further upwards, her moans soft but distinct through the gas mask.
Feeling emboldened by her response, he dipped his head and pressed his lips against the swollen, ribbed flesh of her ass, eagerly licking up the sweet, salty taste of her mixed juices. It was a dirty, degrading act, but it felt so right, so natural. He knew this woman was his, would do anything he asked of her.
As he licked and sucked, he could feel his own arousal building to unbearable levels, and with a final, desperate moan, he jerked himself off, his seed splattering against the glass enclosure in thick, sticky ropes. Spent, he stepped back, watching as Yara slowly sat up, her gas mask dripping with saliva and sweat.
She turned to face him then, and for a moment their eyes met, communication passing between them without a single word. He nodded his approval, knowing that she understood the true purpose of their performance. He may not have been the one to satisfy her, but he had played his part well.
Yara bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement before turning away, making her way back to the chair where she would wait for the next unsuspecting audience member. Cosmo watched as she disappeared behind the screen, his mind reeling with the events of the last few minutes. It was a dark, twisted world they lived in, but for him, it was the only one he knew. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
