Abigail Dupree had been a strict vegetarian for nearly a decade. However, she decided to indulge you and make a special exception. She committed to consuming meat for an entire week just to give you what you desired most intimately—her own turd.
Every day of the week, Abigail would eat copious amounts of meat at every meal, savoring the taste and anticipating the result. She eschewed her usual salads in favor of juicy steaks and thick cuts of bacon. She even went so far as to eat chili dogs and pepperoni pizza, so you knew it was truly coming from her.
Finally, after seven long days of building up the perfect turd, it was time to give you what you'd asked for. She slipped into her favorite lacy black lingerie and set the stage for her masterpiece. On a clean glass table, she positioned herself strategically for your viewing pleasure. With her face angled to capture your gaze, she gripped her abdomen tightly as she let loose a torrent of hot piss. It splashed onto the glass, mixing with her scent and creating a steamy ambiance.
When she was finished urinating, she turned her head slightly to allow another stream of golden nectar to flow from her flawless body. This time, it joined the puddle beneath her and created a pungent, but intoxicating aroma that filled the room. With a satisfied smile, she clenched her ass tightly together and released her precious meat turd.
Slowly, Abigail lowered herself onto the tabletop, cradling her prize in her hands. She played with it teasingly, running her fingers up and down its length before halting at the tips. With an impish gleam in her eye, she picked up a sharp object and began carving into the turd, shaping it into the letters "SS"—her own personal mark of submission and devotion to you.
Next, Abigail bent forward at the waist, presenting her voluptuous breasts for you to admire. She pressed the soft mound of her stomach against the cool glass tabletop, spreading her juices and the remnants of her meaty offering. With a devious grin, she reached between her legs and scooped up a handful of her own shit, which she then smeared across her perfect cleavage. Her fingers traced lazily around her nipples as she continued to coat herself in a thick layer of her own feces.
Abigail couldn't wait any longer; she had to feel your reaction to her painstakingly crafted display of submission and dominance. She climbed off the table and sauntered towards you, her body glistening with sweat and excrement. She wrapped herself around you, using her shit-covered tits to smear even more of her offering onto your skin. Your arousal was palpable as you ground your hips against hers, relishing in the filth and depravity of it all.
With a final flourish, Abigail smeared the last of her shit across her stomach, forming the words "scat slut" in big, bold letters that accentuated her curves. She cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow inquisitively, awaiting your next command. The air was thick with anticipation, a mix of nerves and arousal filling the room. You reached out to touch her, your fingers tracing the grooves of her muscles, the ridges of her fibrous tattoo. She moaned softly as you explored every inch of her, loving the filth that coated her skin.
You wouldn't be rushed; instead, you took your time, savoring every moment of her submission. She bit her lip, struggling to hold back the ecstasy that threatened to consume her. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you pushed her gently onto the glass table. Abigail spread her legs wide, offering herself to you completely. As you positioned yourself for penetration, you noticed a small glob of shit hanging on her inner thigh. Without a word, you leaned in and licked it clean, tasting the salty sweetness of her meat and the tangy flavor of her scat.
And with that, you plunged deep inside her, burying yourself in the mess that was Abigail Dupree: scat slut extraordinaire. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the room as you began to move inside her. Her body trembled with excitement and anticipation, eager for you to claim her completely. As you thrust harder and faster, she met you stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
The combination of your cock and her mess created a symphony of sounds—grunts, moans, and groans filling the room. It was an intoxicating experience, one neither of you would soon forget. As climax neared, Abigail's pace slowed, allowing you to thrust deeper and harder. With a final cry of pleasure, she came undone, her body shaking violently as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss coursed through her.
And when you finally released, your two bodies collapsed onto the soiled glass tabletop, spent and satisfied. Abigail looked up at you with love and adoration in her eyes, her heart overflowing with gratitude for this profound connection they'd shared. You brushed a strand of shit from her cheek and kissed her softly on the forehead, both of you content in the knowledge that this was just the beginning.
