As I walked into the laundry mat, my mind was swirling with lustful thoughts. I wasn't sure how I was going to get off discreetly, but I knew I needed to cum soon. I grabbed a machine and started my laundry, hoping no one would notice me as I began to touch myself under the table.
My fingers glided over my hot, wet pussy, and I moaned softly as the pleasure built inside me. I couldn't help but think about what would happen if someone walked in on me right now. The thought of being caught only made me hornier.
Just as I was about to climax, I felt a strong urge to defecate. I tried to ignore it, but my body had other ideas. I knew I couldn't hold it in much longer. Reluctantly, I excused myself from the laundry mat and hurried towards the bathroom.
Inside the stall, I let loose a huge shit, my insides twisting and turning as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Once I was done, I couldn't resist the urge to taste it. I reached back and slowly pushed a little bit of my shit-covered finger into my mouth, savoring the salty, rancid flavor.
As I stood there, tasting my own filth, I realized that my body needed this. I needed to be transgressive, to push boundaries, to explore the darker sides of myself. And there was nothing more taboo, more forbidden, than fucking while taking a dump.
Feeling emboldened by my newfound confidence, I returned to the laundry mat and sat on the floor, my legs spread wide open. I knew that everyone could see what I was doing, but I didn't care. I was going to cum no matter what. And as I did, I couldn't help but taste the mixture of my juices and my shit on my fingers, relishing in the sick, dirty pleasure of it all.
A few hours later, I found myself outside, needing to take a piss. I walked around for a few minutes, looking for a secluded spot to relieve myself when I suddenly felt the familiar stirring in my bowels. I tried to hold it in, but it was no use. I squatted down behind a bush and let loose another huge shit.
As I stood up, I couldn't believe what had just happened. A small glob of shit had landed on the tip of my cock, and another had landed on my left breast. I was disgusted and aroused at the same time. And without thinking, I reached down and tasted the shit on my cock.
It was salty and bitter, and it made me even harder than before. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I couldn't help myself. I reached over and tasted the shit on my breast, savoring the rush of adrenaline that went through my body.
And then, with my fingers covered in shit and my mouth tasting like the dirtiest of sewers, I orgasm once more, the thick cum shooting out of me in long, ropy strings. This time, there was no denying it - I was a scat goddess, and I loved every dirty, depraved moment of it.
