As I walked into the studio, my nostrils were immediately hit with the sweet, putrid stench of freshly laid feces. I couldn't help but feel a pang of arousal deep in my gut. This was something I had grown to love – the smell, the sight, and the sheer perversion of it all. And there they were, my toilet girls, each of them covered head to toe in soft, fragrant shit – it was a feast for my eyes.
One of them, the newest addition to my stable, looked up at me with a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes. Her real name was Ashley, but she had been christened 'Toilet' the moment she stepped into my studio. She was a beautiful young woman, her body toned and perfect, but it was the feces smeared across her skin that really turned me on. She looked down at herself, then back up at me, a nervous smile spreading across her lips.
"How was it, Toilet?" I asked her, my voice low and dark.
She swallowed hard, her eyes darting around as if looking for an escape route. "It was... intense," she managed to whisper, her voice trembling slightly.
I nodded, understanding completely. The feeling of the warm, soft shit coating her skin was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. And she loved it.
"You like being covered in shit, don't you?" I asked, moving closer to her.
She bit her lip, her eyes flicking up towards mine before dropping back down again. "Yes," she finally admitted.
I stepped even closer, my erection clearly visible through my pants. "You love it when I make you do it, don't you?" I asked, my voice taking on a darker, more commanding tone.
Again, she nodded slowly. "Yes," she whispered.
I reached out and ran my fingers through the shit covering her body, smearing it around and getting some on myself. We both moaned softly at the sensation. "You're such a dirty pervert," I whispered, leaning in to kiss her salty lips.
The other girls in the studio were watching us intently, their own bodies covered in a similar layer of shit. They too were waiting for their turn with me, salivating at the thought of what was to come.
I turned back to Toilet, my cock now fully erect and pressing against her stomach. "On your knees, slut," I growled, pulling her dress up over her head.
She knelt down in front of me, her mouth watering as she caught sight of my massive erection. She reached out slowly, hesitantly, then wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock. I groaned loudly, bending her over and taking hold of her hips. Slowly, I pushed further into her mouth, feeling her gag reflex work against me.
"Suck it, you dirty whore," I hissed in her ear, fucking her mouth faster and harder.
As I came, I pulled out of her mouth and shot my load onto her back, painting her in a thick coating of my seed. She moaned loudly as she felt me empty myself inside her.
I looked around the studio, taking in the sight of my toilet girls covered in shit and cum. It was a beautiful, perverse sight, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. These girls belonged to me, and they loved every minute of it.
"Now clean yourselves up," I said, leaning against the wall and catching my breath. "And get ready for round two."
One by one, they got to their feet and began to scrub at themselves, using anything they could find - their hands, towels, even each other's bodies. It was a bizarrely intimate moment, but it only served to heighten the anticipation for what was to come.
As they cleaned up, each one taking turns licking their dirty fingers and tasting the shit and cum from their skin, I couldn't help but feel a deep connection with them. These girls were my world, my obsession. And together, we were going to experience the most depraved, perverted moments imaginable.
I couldn't wait.
