Jennifer was furious. Her husband had once again left the dishwashing to her, after a long day at work and cooking dinner for both of them. As she stood there staring at the mound of dirty dishes, she felt a familiar flutter in her loins. It was one she hadn't experienced in a while, but it was definitely there. Jennifer licked her lips as she recalled the time she had accidentally swallowed one of the tiny, soap-scum pearls that formed on the sink during her morning shower. It was the rush she had felt when it went down her throat that had sparked this newfound fetish.
She grabbed a handful of parchment paper and lined the bottom of the sink with it, just in case. Then, she grabbed the filthiest looking plate and gave it a scrub. The scum and food bits stuck to the plate like glue, making it all the more arousing for her. Jennifer leaned over the sink, her plump ass sticking out enticingly, and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, remembering the taste of that soapsud pearl from months ago, and let out a long, slow moan.
Pulling her panties to the side, she began to rub her clit through her pantyhose, her breath coming in short gasps. The sensation of the damp cloth against her skin was driving her wild, and she rocked back and forth, grinding her hips against the cold porcelain of the sink. With her other hand, she plunged the sponge into the soapy water, scooping up handfuls of soapy foam, mixing it with her own feminine juices.
As she brought the soaked sponge up to her face, her excitement reached a fever pitch. She could feel the instinctual need to taste the mixture on her tongue, and so she did. It was salty and tangy, with a slightly bitter undertone from the leftover dish soap. Jennifer moaned again, this time louder, as the sensation of the shit-laced water hitting her tongue sent shivers down her spine.
She continued to pleasure herself, alternating between rubbing her clit and smearing the shit-soup onto her tits and ass. The dirty water in the sink gradually turned murky, darkened by the mix of food particles and excrement that had been washed off the dishes. And as Jennifer neared her climax, she knew she had to have more.
With trembling hands, she reached into the murky water and grabbed a handful of soapy water, bringing it up to her mouth once again. This time, she didn't hesitate. She took a big gulp, feeling the hot liquid slide down her throat. It burned at first, but then the familiar flavor exploded on her tongue, creating a sensation that was both repulsive and arousing in equal measure.
Jennifer came hard, her back arching as she scrubbed her cunt with the parchment-lined sponge. Her screams of pleasure echoed through the empty house, muffled only by the sound of running water. And as she finally collapsed against the sink, spent and satisfied, she knew that this newfound hobby was one she would never tire of.
