As I walked into the room, I couldn't help but notice the intoxicating aroma that filled the air. It was a mix of sweat, sex, and something else – something strangely arousing. I followed the scent to its source, a blonde woman wearing a pair of tight Calvin Klein jeans, her ass practically begging to be noticed.
She turned around slowly, her hips swaying in time with the music. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips parted slightly, and there was a look of pure desire in them. Without warning, she pulled her pants down to her ankles, revealing a pair of black cotton panties to match her top.
My heart hammered in my chest as I watched her strip down, anticipating what was to come next. She cleared her throat and then bent over at the waist, giving me an eyeful of her plump ass cheeks and the fabric-covered crack between them.
"Ready when you are," she said, her voice breathy and low.
I stepped forward, my cock already hard as a rock, and reached out to touch her. My hand grazed the small of her back, tracing the outline of her spine before moving lower to caress the smooth skin of her ass. I could feel the heat radiating off of her, and it only made me want her more.
"Tell me what you want," she whispered, still bent over.
"I want to feel your warmth," I replied, stroking her ass cheek tentatively.
She nodded in understanding, standing up straight and wiggling her butt slightly. I watched, mesmerized, as a small glob of something shiny and sticky appeared on the crotch of her panties. It was the first time I had ever seen anyone fucking themselves with their own shit, but there was something incredibly erotic about it.
"Go ahead," she urged, her voice hushed but full of confidence. "Just do it."
I took a deep breath and then lowered myself to my knees, reaching out to touch the small pile of her shit. It was soft and warm, and as I cupped it in my hands, I felt a wave of arousal wash over me. Mounting the bottle, I lined up the head of my cock with the small hole in her panties and then pushed slowly, feeling the cool fabric give way under the pressure.
As I pushed deeper, I could feel the unmistakable resistance of her tight asshole. She moaned loudly, grinding her hips against me as I slowly buried myself to the hilt. It felt like pure ecstasy, and before I even had a chance to catch my breath, I pulled out and thrust back in with all my might.
Over and over again, I hammered into her tight little asshole, feeling the walls squeeze around me every time I did. She groaned with pleasure, her body shuddering underneath mine as she came closer and closer to orgasm.
But it wasn't until I reached down to rub her clit that she finally exploded in a shower of erotic cries and orgasmic delight. Her panties were soaked with sweat and her own filth, but it only made her more beautiful to me.
As she came down from her high, she turned around and smiled at me, a smile that promised more dirty and depraved fun in the future. "You're welcome," she said simply, pulling her pants and panties back up. "Come by anytime."
With that, she walked out of the room, leaving me standing there, dazed and aroused. But as I caught my breath and wiped the last traces of her shit from my fingers, I knew I would be back for more. There was something about the thrill of it all, the taboo nature of it all, that made it incredibly addictive. I smiled to myself, already planning my next visit to Love to Shit Girls.
