Sasha awoke with a start, her heart racing. The dream was so vivid, almost as if it were real. She wiped the sweat from her brow and tried to calm her pounding heart. The dream had been about her favorite pastime - trying to suck on a dirty, shit-covered dick while being dressed in her most revealing clothes.
As she lay in bed, her mind drifted back to that erotic fantasy. She pictured herself standing in front of a mirror dressed in nothing but her slinky black dress that hugged every curve of her voluptuous body. Her long, shapely legs shivered with anticipation as she slowly slid the zipper at the back of her dress down, revealing her tight, round ass cheeks covered in just a tiny pair of lacy black thong panties.
She spread her legs and glanced down between them, her lustful gaze fixing on the object of her desires - a huge, veiny dick coated in layers of dirt and grime. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she leaned closer to the disgusting thing, her beautiful face just inches away from its putrid tip.
Sasha closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the rank odor filling her nose and making her wet with anticipation. With trembling hands, she grasped the filthy shaft and began to slowly align it with her eagerly waiting lips. As the head of the dick neared her mouth, she opened her lips and pulled it inside, savoring the disgusting taste as she started bobbing her head up and down on it in a slow, sensual rhythm.
Her tongue danced around the rim of the dick-hole, lapping up every drop of dirty cum and shit that oozed from it. She moaned in pleasure as she felt the thick, meaty shaft throbbing against the back of her throat - it was the most amazing feeling in the world!
As she continued sucking, her mind drifted away from the repulsive act, lost in a haze of pleasure and desire. She imagined that she wasn't sucking on some filthy dick coated in shit, but instead she was pleasuring the most handsome man in the world. With every gentle thrust of her tongue, she could feel his love and appreciation flowing towards her, making her feel safe and wanted.
The dream started to fade, replaced by the sound of her alarm clock buzzing. Sasha sighed heavily as she pulled away from the pillow that had been her lover for those few precious moments. She knew deep down that this was just a fantasy, but damn if it didn't feel real while it lasted. As she got ready for work, she couldn't help but wonder when she'd get the chance to try this again.
She shivered with anticipation, knowing that sooner or later she'd find herself in a dirty, disgusting toilet stall once again, her mouth watering at the thought of wrapping her lips around a strange, filthy dick. And when she did, she'd relish every delicious moment of it, savoring the disgusting taste and the intense pleasure it brought her. After all, she was born to be a toilet bitch - there was no denying it.
