As she bent over the toilet, her soft, round ass cheeks parting to reveal tight little puckered holes, Sarah let out a long, low moan of pleasure. She had always found something intensely arousing about having her ass played with during intimate moments, and since finding out about her new desires for scat, she'd been eager to explore them further. Her boyfriend, Jack, was only too happy to oblige.
Slowly, he ran a finger along the crease between her cheeks, tracing the outline of her pink rosebud-like hole as she clenched involuntarily around it. His other hand fondled her plump, soft breasts, pulling gently on her hardened nipples as she continued to softly moan. Despite the delicate touch, there was a hint of authority in his actions that made her legs shake with anticipation.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, dipping his head to place a tender kiss on the soft skin just above the crack of her ass. "So fucking perfect for me."
Feeling increasingly vulnerable but also strangely empowered, Sarah could feel herself growing wetter between her legs as he shifted his attention back to her rear entrance. He slipped a finger inside her, pushing gently against the tight muscle until she felt him press against her prostate. She gasped, arching her back as waves of pleasure coursed through her, her juices dripping onto the bathroom floor.
As the turd began to form in her bowels, fueled by the mixture of arousal and fear, Jack maintained his steady tempo, his fingers dancing over her sensitive flesh while his other hand continued to play with her breasts. Finally, she let out a long, low growl and pushed forcefully, releasing the warm, soft turd onto the cold bathroom floor. It immediately triggered another wave of pleasure through her body, almost too intense to bear.
"Fuck," she breathed, trembling as she stood up slowly. "That was amazing."
Jack moved around to stand behind her, and she felt his hard cock pressing against her lower back. He ran his hands down her stomach, tracing patterns over her flat tummy before circling around to cup her dripping pussy. She jumped slightly at his touch, unable to believe how turned on she was by the memory of letting him watch her take a shit.
"You're ready for more, aren't you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
She nodded fervently, unable to speak through another wave of desire that washed over her. This time, she didn't even make it to the toilet before feeling a second, smaller turd form in her bowels. With a soft cry, she released it to the floor, the hot, sticky mess spreading out beneath her feet.
"Oh god," she moaned, shaking as Jack slipped a finger into her sopping wet pussy. They moved together in a primal dance, the taste of excrement mixing with their fluids as they came together in a blind embrace of passion and filth.
As they laid there, panting, Sarah couldn't help but marvel at how their shared experiences had brought them closer together. He'd always known how to read her body, but this newfound kink had taken their intimacy to a whole new level. She felt a sudden rush of love for him, and with a smile, she leaned back into his embrace.
"If we're going to do this," she whispered shakily, "we should do it together. Ass to mouth, I mean."
Jack nodded eagerly, kissing her softly on the neck. "Forever," he promised. Together, they moved towards the pile of warm excrement left on the bathroom floor, eager to explore their shared desires to the fullest.
