In the dimly lit room, a gorgeous woman lay on a large wooden table, her plush ass exposed to the world. Her name was Sharmila, and she was notorious for her extreme shitting fetishes. She moaned softly as a man wearing latex gloves began to prepare her for what she had been fantasizing about all day—a big, messy turd.
The man gently inserted a finger into Sharmila's tight puckered asshole, massaging her prostate as she writhed in pleasure. Then, he slid a lubricated anal dilator into her rear entrance, slowly widening her asshole. She could feel the cold metal against her warm walls, and it only intensified the pleasure coursing through her veins.
As the dilator made its way deeper into her insides, Sharmila began to flip herself over on the table. She grabbed a large glass dildo and slid it into her pussy, moaning loudly as the cold toy filled her. She wanted both—the pain and pleasure of the dildo, combined with the exhilaration of shitting.
"Oh god, yes!" she cried out, feeling herself cum all over the glass dildo while simultaneously passing a large, warm log from her bowels. She watched in awe as the feces slid down her leg and collected at the bottom of the table, filling the room with its rich earthy scent.
Feeling the urge to release more, she lay back down on the table, spreading her cheeks apart to expose her gaping asshole. The man reached into her ass with a gloved hand, lubricating his fingers to prepare her for another massive shit. As he slid his finger back and forth, temping her sphincter, Sharmila could feel the familiar tightening in her lower stomach.
"I can feel it coming!" she exclaimed, her fingernails digging into the wood of the table. With one last thrust from the man's finger, she let out an ear-splitting scream and pushed out a massive log that dwarfed the previous one. It was so big that some of it splattered onto her chest, covering her breasts in a warm, brown mess.
For a moment, Sharmila felt like she couldn't breathe. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, visualizing the images that had just taken place. Her ass was still spasming as the aftershocks of her orgasmic release rippled through her. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes to find the man on his knees beside her, lapping at her shiny new mess with a contented grin.
"That was amazing," he whispered, his breath hot against her sweaty skin. Rolling over on the table, Sharmila smiled down at him, feeling truly fulfilled. She reached down and stroked his cheek gently, leaving a streak of her fresh shit on his face.
"Oh, don't stop now," she purred, moaning as another wave of pleasure washed over her. "Let's keep going." And with that, they began their ritual once again.
