****** Nasty Lucy's Lament by LewdLucy ******
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Nasty Lucy's Lament


I can't explain it. Here I am, at forty-two years old, a modest woman by all
accounts that I can think of, and suddenly obsessed with all things that are
nasty. I remember exactly when it started. Not more than a few months ago
anyway. I found that putting myself in what were to me compromising situations
to be an addicting turn-on.

I guess exhibitionism is truly masochistic if you're extremely modest. And the
joys of masochistic pleasure are almost impossible to explain to those that
haven't shared them. Still, I've started this journal because I think it's
absolutely wicked to not only do the things I find myself doing, but to commit
them to writing, in case at some point in the future I will want to share this
record with others for my own submissive pleasure.

My name is Lucy. I'm single and work in a bank as a secretary. I'm plain, 5'
2", thin and small breasted. I liked younger boys as a teenager and even into
my early twenties because they were so obsessed with their stiff little pricks
there was hardly a reason to be self-conscious about my own naughty hungers.
Sex was always a consuming act with me. While usually staying fairly within the
lines of conventional sex, I was consumed by fantasies of the most outrageous
behavior. The few times I crossed the line were extremely shameful to me,
leaving me with tremendous guilt feelings and at the same time, fueled the
fantasies that I masturbated to sleep by.

My mid and late twenties were almost without sex. Suddenly in my thirties, my
sexuality resurfaced, hitting me like a sack of flour. It was like I looked in
the mirror one morning and saw my tits for the first time. I remember, my
nipples were so stiff they hurt, and my cunt was lubing like I was sixteen all
over again. Only now I was at an age where I could behave in any outrageous
manner I chose without the fears of a teenager.

I remember that I got dressed that day the same way as always, panties, bra,
pantyhose, full slip, blouse and conservative dress and jacket. When I left the
apartment that morning, my panties were already getting sticky from the lube I
was pouring into them.

I could actually smell a faint odor of myself as I drove to work that morning.
I remember being grateful for not wearing a light colored dress for fear that
my moisture would drip down and form a noticeable puddle while I drove, leaving
what would be a visible stain. For no reason at all I was beginning to feel,
well, dirty in some way for being so wet. And the simple truth is that feeling
dirty turned me on. Even more than whatever was making me wet, the feeling
dirty was what was getting to me, and I could see it just as plain as day.

"So, Lucy," I thought to myself, "after forty two years of fairly straight
living, why not see where this takes you? Why not be 'dirty' or 'nasty' or
whatever was stuck far in the back of my mind, making me want to drink in the
feeling?"

The reason I'm fairly clear on all of this is that this day marked a very clear
turn-around in my day to day living and philosophy. I truly went from one end
of the spectrum to another, and still don't know why. But, I can report, I am
one nasty little lady that would not want to go back.

On that day I started thinking of myself in the third person as Nasty Lucy. And
even now, the word nasty is like an appetizer that makes me hungry for
something nasty or nastier.

I stopped at CVS on Washington St. A young girl at the sales counter asked what
she could get me, I pointed behind her and asked for a half dozen Trojans. The
girl seemed a little surprised but recovered well. She opened a paper bag and
put the condoms in directly to minimize my embarrassment should any other
customers approach to counter before I finished paying her.

She handed me the bag. I shocked her by taking them out of the bag and handled
the two boxes openly as she rung up the sale. "They don't feel that bad but I
really hate the way these things taste afterwards," I confided to her. Her
cheeks turned bright crimson. Mine too. As cunt juice dripped into my panties,
I was fully aware that I would relive this moment all day, thrilled and
embarrassed by my own behavior.

The sales girl was thrown through a loop. My behavior obviously didn't go with
my somewhat conservative, proper appearance. In fact, she may have seen my
prior mousy self in the store some times in the past. In any event it was clear
she was embarrassed "for" me and wanted to end our transaction before another
customer came to the counter.

I paid for the condoms and put the boxes in my purse, picturing in my mind
pealing one of them off of a softening prick and sticking my tongue deep into
its spermy wetness. I remembered as a teen my boyfriend calling them "scum
bags." I loved that phrase. I could almost smell the acrid smell of sperm and
stretched rubber whenever I thought of that word.

I walked the next block to the office with burning red cheeks as if everyone on
the street was aware of my nasty thoughts.

I said good morning to the girls in the office just like any other morning, but
in my minds eye, I saw myself sticking a condom covered tongue out to them for
them to look at while I gagged on the sperm soaked rubber rolled all the way
down my tongue like some little prick. The need to behave outrageously was
overpowering. It was all I could do to hold it in check through the morning. As
I sat typing, I would squeeze my thighs together and release them constantly
trying to build friction on my clit.

I imagined myself at one point pulling my skirt and slip up around my waist and
sitting down flat on the floor and dragging my crotch against the carpet like a
little bitch dog dragging its itchy asshole across the floor. I had a
tremendous urge to piss in my panties, just the slightest squirt, but I wasn't
quite ready to go that far yet. For now the thought of it was enough to
satisfy.

At 11:30 I left for lunch going directly to the elevator and going down and out
of the building without talking to anyone. It's funny, I wanted so much to do
something outrageously nasty and degrading, and my mind, unused to such things
as it was at the time, couldn't seem to come up with anything. Just the desire
alone to do something nasty wasn't satisfying me, I wanted to do something. I
wanted to go back to the office totally ashamed of something.

Crossing Washington Street, my nasty plan formed in my mind like a flash. As
though on auto pilot, I approached the street vendor, ordered a plain hot-dog
and, wrapping a napkin around it, put it in my purse. Excited as I was with my
little plan, I had the presence of mind to keep my purse open while paying the
boy, so he could see the condom packages. His surprised, embarrassed look made
my checks redden delightfully. I lubed as I walk across the street to the Omni.

Entering the hotel, I went up the escalator to the main floor and found the
ladies room, then walked down to the last stall. I placed my jacket on the
hook, making sure it covered the crack between the door and the frame, pulled
my dress and slip up and pushed my panties down to my knees then let them fall
to my ankles.

Sitting on the toilet, I spread my legs as far as they would go and unwrapped
my sandwich. I took the hot-dog from the roll and put the roll between my legs,
rubbing it or sponging to be more accurate, against my wet cunt. When I say wet
I mean I was lubing enough to make the top half of the roll very soggy.

With all my resolve I brought my now creamy roll to my lips and sucked the wet
half of the roll into my mouth. I didn't chew it, I just let it dissolve
tasting my own disgusting juices mixed with the gritty texture of wet bread
dough. Oh yes, this was nasty. But I was already finding I was a natural at
inventing nasty things to do, and was on my way to much greater nastiness. I
rubbed the remaining half of the roll against my asshole, just to be dirty, and
let it drop into the commode. Then totally fascinated with my venture, I took
one of the condoms from my purse, opened its foil wrapper, and pushing the tip
of the hot-dog against the flat center of the condom rolled it down the length
of the warm meat. The condom's lubrication was cool, which for some reason made
the use of it nastier in my mind than if it had been naturally warm.

I then took my condom covered hot-dog and pushed it into my sloppy wet cunt. I
fucked myself sitting there on the toilet for a good two or three minutes.
Nasty as the act was, I couldn't cum this way, but I was looking more for self-
debasement than orgasm anyway so I didn't mind.

I finally stopped fucking myself and brought the condom covered meat to my
mouth and licked some of my cunt juice from the outside of my fake prick. Then,
unrolling the condom, I stuck out my tongue and rolled the condom over it,
tasting the saltiness of the meat on my tongue and the pungent flavor of my
cunt on the roof of my mouth. I fingered my cunt and rubbed my clit with my
right hand while I held the hot-dog in my left.

Then, feeling absolutely wicked, I raised up off the toilet seat as much as I
could while keeping my legs spread at the knees. I put the hot-dog down between
my legs and pushed the tip of it against the tight little ring of my moist
asshole. This gave me a deliciously wicked feeling. Rolling my eyes, fingering
my cunt and tongue fucking my condom, I pushed the hot-dog a good three inches
up my ass. I could feel when it passed the ring of my shit-hole and at least
two inches of it was actually in my rectum, being heated by its foul contents.

Without allowing myself time to think or rationalize, I pushed the condom off
my tongue with my lips and spit it onto the floor, and in one quick motion
pulled my now nasty hot-dog out of my ass and brought it to my mouth and bit
off the end that had been deepest up my bowels. It wasn't grossly covered, but
I could clearly taste where it had been. At this point I was masturbating
furiously; and as I chewed my filthy lunch, I came, producing enough juices to
soak my four fingers and the palm of my hand which I rubbed around my cunt like
a sponge.

Dropping the unsoiled half of the hot-dog into the toilet, I brought my now
slimy hand to my mouth and sucked it clean making faint mewing sounds just for
the pleasure of hearing myself.

I stood, turned facing the commode and bent at the hips to reach down to grip
and pull up my panties. I got a pleasant sense of wickedness from this as it
brought my face right into the rim of the toilet bowl, allowing me to inhale
the fetid odors that gather in such places.

Standing there, I was surprised that the watery looking remnants of the hot-dog
roll and the half eaten greasy hot dog looked nastier floating in the toilet
than a turd and soiled paper. I picked the condom up off the floor and dropped
it into the commode, finishing the artwork I would leave floating to greet the
next person to use the toilet. I considered waiting until the outer door opened
and someone else entered so that person could see me leave and then see the
evidence of my nastiness, but I had to be back to work. Still, the prospect of
someone connecting the contents of the toilet with the memory of me leaving
somewhat red faced was delicious.

As the glow of orgasm faded, I began to feel the welcomed overwhelming shame of
my little act. Like someone angry and wanting to keep the feeling, I sucked on
my tongue for any forbidden remnants while staring into the toilet and
straightening my clothes.

As I descended the escalator back to street level I wanted to stick my tongue
out so the people on the up escalator across from me could see the imaginary
stains of my act. I imagined sticking it out further and further, gagging while
all of them looked in revulsion at my nasty tongue.

Leaving the hotel I was trembling and walked wobbly back to work to resumed my
routine, wondering when this craving would overwhelm me again. As I greeted
Roger, the mailroom clerk, on the elevator he reacted immediately to my breath.
I was mortified that my breath may have retained the smell of the meal I had
made for myself. "Little Miss Shit Breath," I thought to myself. I stayed on
the elevator, returning to the lobby to buy some breath mints at the newsstand.

At 4:00 o'clock I went to the ladies room to get ready to leave work. I entered
a stall and unceremoniously pushed my pantyhose and panties past my knees and
sat down to piss. Listening idly to the hissing splash of my bladder releasing
I looked down and was shocked at the greasy stain that had formed in my silky
reinforced panel of my yellow panties and had worked through to my pantyhose.
The grease from the hot-dog had combined with the moist brownish juice from my
asshole resulting in a delightfully nasty little mess. As I leaned forward and
downward, the smell of the stain reached my nostrils causing me to breathe
rapidly. This was such a surprising treat. What absolute pleasure! I wished I
could bury my face between the cheeks of my ass and breathe this for hours.

Finishing my pee, I consciously omitted my usual act of wiping myself, choosing
to add the fair amount of piss still on my cunt lips to the funky stain in my
panties. I stood and pulled my panties up, pulling them extra tight against my
crotch, delighting in the cold wetness pressing against my asshole. I put my
finger between my legs and pushed the material as deep as I could first into my
asshole, and then the cleft of my cunt. Both holes were moist enough to soak
the thick panel of the panty crotch leaving a brown fragrant stain on the tip
of my finger. Bending down again, I pulled up my panty hose and straightened my
slip and skirt, leaving the stall appearing quite proper.

As I rode the crowded elevator to the street, I struck a thoughtful pose
putting my finger to my pursed lips. While not being obvious about it, I sucked
it clean a little at a time, leaving the elevator with a private grin on my
thin nasty lips.

It was pleasant walking to the garage with my panties squeezed up into my ass
and cunt slit. When I sat in my car, I squirmed my ass around on the seat,
wishing I had kept the other half of that hot-dog so I could stick it up my ass
and work my ass around the car seat all the way home. As it was, these thoughts
were enough to bring some pleasure, and I rode home, pleasantly leaking more
lube into my dirty panties.

By now, driving in the warm car, with my skirt hiked up a little ways, I didn't
smell like roses. At this point I wished I had held onto the roll as well. How
funky that would feel stuffed against my wet crotch.

I kept both hands on the wheel as I drove knowing without any physical contact
my cunt would still be a wet oily hole by the time I walked into my apartment.

I couldn't get out of my clothes fast enough once I got home. I stripped down
to my panties and started a bath running. Then with second thoughts, I let the
tub empty, deciding to stay dirty a little while longer.

I moved about in my panties aware that as a sex model I probably made a
pathetic prospect with my little titties and skinny legs, still the awareness
that the yellow garment was so soiled added an accent of nastiness to what
would otherwise seem normal. I reminded myself that they were stained with the
grease from the hot-dog I had pushed into my ass then sucked and chewed, as
will as my fowl sweat and ass juice that had drooled out with the grease and
that a few hours ago I had pulled them up to my piss soaked pubes. I knew they
were ripe, and I knew my next pleasure would involve them.

I turned the lights out in the apartment except for the lamp next to my bed. I
opened my closet door so I could sit up on the bed and see myself in the mirror
on the back of the closet door. I settled down to a half sitting half laying
position. Realizing I wanted the condoms that were in the other room, I quickly
padded to my purse and took the open box out. I stopped in the kitchen
surveying the refrigerator for anything I might want to add to my game playing
but came up empty.

I padded back to the bedroom, resuming my position and looked at my reflection.
The yellow panties contrasted with my pale body. My nipples were hard and
protruding out from my small titties.

I opened my legs wide looking at the crotch of my panties in the mirror,
thrilled at seeing the greasy brown stain even on the outside. I put my hand
down between my legs and started rubbing my cunt through my panties, really
soaking them. I reached down further, pressing the material up my asshole
again. This time I could be as open about sucking my nasty fingers as I wanted,
and did it constantly. First rubbing my cunt then my asshole then licking the
smelly residue. I did this a few times through my panties, all the while
watching my nasty act in the mirror. The effect of watching was hypnotic. I was
very pleased.

Finally I pushed my panties down and bending my knees, worked them all the way
off. I held them open with both hands and examined the inside crotch
thoroughly, seeing the greasy stains made earlier and the newer, dark brown
pasty stains I had created by pushing the cloth up my back hole with my finger.
Then stretching the leg bands so the crotch was flat, I brought the nasty cloth
down against my nose and lips and just breathed in the nasty aroma for a long
time, finally letting go of them, letting them rest on my face while sticking
three fingers of my right hand into my cunt. I worked my left hand under me up
between the cheeks of my ass and pushed the middle finger against my moist
asshole. I worked around half turning my finger left and right until it had
worked all the way in. I could feel the hot contents of my bowel and as I
worked my finger in and out of my ass, a brown coating was forming along the
length of my finger and the tunnel of my rectum, causing a thick ring of my
shit to form at the base of my finger and the outer rim of my asshole. Oh, this
was getting nasty. Every breath brought the dank aroma of my stained panties to
my senses of taste and smell. I was absolutely lost in it.

I took my now deeply stained finger from my ass and brought it to my mouth,
sucking it greedily through the yellow silk fabric of my panties, savoring the
traces of my private brown gravy, all the time finger fucking myself for all I
was worth. When the acrid bitter aftertaste started to register on my tongue, I
was brought to total awareness of what a disgusting act I considered it to be.
This made me cum so hard my stomach muscles ached. I felt it all the way up my
ass it was so strong. I pushed the panel of the panties aside and sucked my
nasty finger directly, working the tip of my tongue under the fingernail,
finding a noticeably rich morsel that I let settle on the flat of my tongue
before pressing to the roof of my mouth. I then pushed my finger all the way
into my mouth wrapping my lips against the now gritty ring that had formed at
the base of my finger. I smeared my mouth with the funky lipstick, smacking my
lips together several times, I formed my lips into an exaggerated kissing
gesture toward the mirror, hypnotized by the reflection of my brownish lips.

I started making loud mewing, almost moaning sounds as I pushed the juncture of
my smelly finger and hand against my nostril, leaving brown stains I would
smell all night. Still watching the mirror, I stuck out my tongue and noisily
licked my lips clean. Finally finished with my self debasement, I arose,
somewhat mortified, and picking the panties up padded toward the bathroom for a
cleansing bath.

As the tub filled, I faced the bathroom mirror and rubbed the wet panties all
over the my lips and the area beneath my nose so I could smell it as I soaked
in my hot sudsy bath. Arousing myself with the thought that my underpants were
so dirty that by morning they would be stiff with the dry remnants of my nasty
day.

I took my soapy bath, coming out of the bathroom all clean and pink. I sat on
the bed and pulled my soiled panties up my legs, lifted my ass and pulled them
snugly against my fresh clean skin. Their cold nastiness made me tremble
slightly. Tomorrow, the crotch would take on the dank smell of stale urine. I
didn't know what to expect from the stain my asshole had made. I closed my
eyes, satisfied that there were many, many pleasures to be had from my
nastiness and my reaction to it.

When I woke Tuesday morning, I was surprised at the revulsion that overtook me
immediately upon remembering what I had worn to bed. I pulled the covers over
my head inhaling deeply. The smell was strong and dank.

I threw off the covers and sat on the edge of the bed. Raising my ass, I pulled
my panties down and kicked them off. Reaching down and picking them up, I
looked over to the mirror. I watched myself raise the yellow cloth to my nose,
then closing my eyes, I breathed in my nasty aromas for quite a few moments.
Throwing the panties on the bed, I went about my normal morning routine.

I dressed in a gray skirt and blue blazer, a conservative blue blouse and my
normal conservative panties, bra and pantyhose. I took my soiled panties from
the bed and put them in a plastic baggy. Feeling them and sniffing them one
more time before sealing the bag got me a little more into the mood to continue
my nastiness.

Putting the baggy in my purse next to the box of condoms, I drove to work,
occasionally taking a hand from the steering wheel to tweak my enlarged
nipples. At one point, squeezing so hard that I wanted to slap my hand away.

I couldn't pass the CVS without a return visit. I felt a welcome flash of
embarrassment as soon as I made eye contact with the counter girl.

"I wonder if you could tell me what isle the K-Y jelly is in?"

"It's here behind the counter. Would you like a jar or a tube?" she asked,
looking my directly in the eye today, as though saying, "I know your game."

"No, ugh thank you, I'll just put this in my purse."

Opening my purse I dug around for and found a my money, removing enough to pay
for my purchase, I put the tube in among my other private playthings.

"Come up to my counter at lunch time," she said, nodding a dismissal. I rushed
to work in a frenzy. Going to the ladies room immediately, I fished my nasty
panties from the baggy and held them over my mouth and nose, as though I needed
oxygen. Squeezing my thighs, I concentrated on remembering every shameful act I
had committed in the past two days. I didn't cum, I just wanted to feel wanton,
wanted to be hunger for cumming. I lifted my skirt and slip and forced my hand
into the top of my pantyhose and panties, pushing my nasty panties down to my
soaked slit. I rubbed them into my cunt thoroughly sponging my cunt lube into
the panties while soaking the back of my hand in the liquid ooze that lay in
the crotch of the light blue panties I was wearing.

Pulling my hand back, careful not to smear my hand or panties, I put the
panties in their gross baggy, while loudly lapping my juices from the back of
my hand.

Smacking my lips, I straightened my clothes, and went about my normal office
routine. On my desk, I found a sealed envelope with Marie's writing on it "To
Lucy" it said. I slit the envelope and removed the friendship card, folding it
open and reading:

"Dear Lucy. Thank you for your considerate 'picking up'. I can't tell you how
grateful I am for not making a scene. You must think I'm awful to do what you
know I did. I can't explain what happened but please know, I'm sorry. I hope
you'll keep my secret, I love you for it. Love, Marie."

I folded the card put it in my purse. When Marie came by predictably saying
hello tentatively, I acted as though nothing happened. She smiled
embarrassingly and went about her duties.

I left for lunch at 11:30 sharp, burning with curiosity about what the CVS girl
had in mind. I waited in line at her register, until finally facing her, red
faced and fidgety. She couldn't do too much I thought, given the people behind
me and next to me at the next register, manned now by a slightly older woman.

"What was that, I couldn't hear you." she said, leaning her ear close to my
lips and then pulling back as though shocked. She reached under the counter and
brought out an eight inch long white plastic vibrator and put it squarely on
the counter for all to see.

I was glowing red. I started leaking pleasurably while glancing about, meeting
the embarrassed looks from the people privy to my supposed purchase. Leaning
forward again to hear another fake whisper, she giggled and placed a jar of
Vaseline and a box of ribbed condoms on the counter, saying loud enough for
anyone who hadn't seen the events so far to look, "Are you sure you don't want
a bag miss?"

I fumbled in my purse, truly embarrassed, dropping the box of condoms that had
been in my purse already, humiliated beyond my dreams, I picked up my condoms,
gathered the items from the counter and handed my tormentor a twenty dollar
bill.

She finished ringing the sale, and handed me my change, whispering, "Don't
forget, bring me something."

I left, rushing to the Omni across the street, impatiently going up the
escalator and went into the ladies room. Closing the door to the stall behind
me, I didn't even want to take the time to pull my dress up and under things
down. I quickly yanked my "nasty panties" from their baggy and folding them
with the crotch facing up, stuffed down the front of my clothing into my
crotch, leaving them there to soak the cream from both my cunt above them, and
my thoroughly soaked panties below them. Pulling my hand out, I tugged the
waistband of my light blue panties up as tight as I could, feeling them pull
into the crack of my ass and pulling my stained "nasty panties" even tighter
into my wet slit.

I left, walking rather stiffly at first. Riding down the escalator, remembering
my thoughts a few days ago, I felt that same urge to expose my current
nastiness. I wanted to lift my skirt and slip and point to the stinky yellow
cloth stuffed into my dank blue panties. I wanted to empty my purse in front of
everyone going up opposite me.

But I just held the railing, primly stepping off at the bottom, feeling the
excess wet material chaffing my upper thighs. I returned to the office with a
deli sandwich and coffee and finished lunch at my desk. As I ate I noticed the
smell coming from under my desk was too much to hide, so I visited the ladies
room, pulling down my pantyhose and panties and peeling my gross yellow keep-
sake away from my slit, fingered myself to a small but intense cum. Licking my
fingers, I then put my "nasty panties" in the baggy, and reached down to pull
up my panties.

Remembering the CVS girls request, I grinned to myself, as I reached into my
purse and opened the box of ribbed condoms. I unrolled one, then holding it by
its reinforced ring brought it to my lips and blew into it, surprised at how
easily it expanded.

Once I had it loosened, I held the rim open to a square the thumb and index
finger of both hands, and straining my abdomen forward as far as I could,
lowered the condom opening to my cunt and pissed in it.

It was absolutely lewd to piss standing up like that. I loved it in spite of
the few drops that spilled down on my legs and panties.

I quick tied the rubber closed, and lifted the small bubble of two, maybe
three, ounces of urine in my hand, wiping what few drops missed and landed on
the outside away with the other hand, then smiling, brought the dirty water
balloon to my lips and sucked it into my mouth like a lump of Jell-O.

I rolled it around my mouth, loving the heat it retained, almost gagging once
when I let it slip too far towards the back of my throat, then spit it back
onto my hand. I rolled it around until it dried, then put it in the pocket of
my jacket while I opened the baggy and removed my yellow panties again to
sponge the spilled piss from my legs. I put the panties and the filled condom
into the baggy, and bent down, putting my face into the rim of the toilet for
my nasty pleasure while finding the waistbands of my under things and rose,
pulling them up. Straightening my clothes, I went about my duties until it was
time to go home.

Marie came by my desk around two-thirty, testing for a reaction to her note. I
knew my silence was driving her crazy, but I didn't want to commit to a
conversation until I knew how I wanted to steer the situation. For now, the CVS
girl and my increasingly bizarre appetites were all I could handle.

The next morning, I waited until her register was clear of customers and
approached her. I had my purse open and my hand inside.

She smiled upon seeing me and fell immediately into character. "So what did you
bring me... Nasty lady!" she paused, almost hissing her last words.

I fumbled inside the baggy like an old lady fumbling in a change purse, finally
passing her my urine filled little condom looking around constantly in dire
fear of discovery.

Here eyes widened. It was clear she was truly impressed with the amount by
which I would throw myself into this game.

"Isn't this delightful." she gleamed. "Is it your piss inside?" she whispered.

"Yes".

"When did you make it?"

"Yesterday, after leaving here."

"It must really be gross by now huh?"

"Yes."

"I think you should take it back. It's very nice, but I really want you to have
it. I know, why don't you go outside and stand in front of my window and show
me what kind of nasty thing a nasty lady like you can think of to do with
this."

I took it back, constantly surveying all directions, and concealed it as best I
could inside my partially closed hand.

I left, and stood on the sidewalk by her window waiting for the combined
circumstances of her having no customers, and my having enough nerve to do what
I knew I had to do.

Raising my hand to my mouth as though coughing, I locked my lips to the end of
the condom balloon and like yesterday sucked it into my mouth.

She stared at me, then held her finger up for me to wait. She took care of a
customer, then turned around and pointed to her own mouth and made an
exaggerated motion telling me to open mine so she could see it. I looked back
and forth, and when I felt safe, opened wide, in a pathetic display of
submission.

My eyes opened like saucers when she next made a biting motion. When I
hesitated, she have a her stern slanting eyed look that said, "You better do
it."

I bit into the condom, careful to make a small hole, so the flow wouldn't
overwhelm me. I pointed to my throat and nodded my head, pathetically motioning
for directions as to swallowing the gross fluid or not. The combination of its
cold staleness mixed with the taste of rubber was far worse than I was prepared
for, but I managed to swallow all of it, gagging slightly to my young
tormentor's pleasure.

The CVS girl had nodded yes with a mean smirk, watching me until I opened my
mouth again showing her the empty wrinkled condom. She made a face indicating
to disgust for my actions, making me cream all the more.

She creaked her finger at me motioning me to come back in.

When I stood in front of her, she leaned towards me, sniffed at my breath, and
said loudly, "Yes, I think you'll find it will keep its flavor and is pleasant
to chew", putting a packet of gum on the counter, though we both knew the
intent of her order.

I left the store and started toward the office, suddenly, panicked, I knew I
would not make it to the refuge of the ladies room, I spit the condom into my
half-closed fist, and leaning my hand on a lamp post, leaned forward and puked
a long think stream of yellowish bile into the gutter. Looking about,
embarrassed, I moved away quickly, straining to blend back into the crowd.

The taste in my mouth was putrid, I spit out on the sidewalk, attracting
stares, and kept moving, finally popping my condom back in my mouth to chew on.

I stopped at a young boys newspaper stand on Washington, and asked the boy for
change of a dollar, giving him the full blast, reveling in the apparent disgust
he showed in his face at my foul breath. I turned my head away at a moment I
felt unobserved and spit the condom out to the curb, knowing eventually, he
would see it, and remember the a lady standing there spitting. I was sure, at
least in his heart, I would be an unforgettable memory. I rushed away in my
leaky panties, toward the bank, feeling that so much had happened and it wasn't
even nine o'clock yet.

                                     *****


"Take off all your clothes for me" she whispered making it sound more forbidden
then it was. I quickly undressed, a little self conscious of my older body, the
skit tightening slightly, and my titties, small as they were, sagging a little,
letting my fat nipples tip toward the ground.

"Ooooo look at you" she gasped, pleased with her plaything, "poor nasty lady,
your tits are small huh. Do something for me. I don't know, I just want to make
you do something. I know, crawl around me on hands and knees."

I got down as told feeling ridiculous and embarrassed. She made fun of the way
my little titties hung down in this position calling them little milk balloons.

"Oh and look at your little bunghole. We've seen what comes out of there
haven't we," she tormented.

She scratch her fingernail across my anus, lifting it to her nose and sniffing
my smells. "You really should wipe yourself better" she chided, reddening my
cheeks, making me glow because I purposely left my asshole well coated without
wiping when I had shit earlier. She wiped her finger clean on my lower lip
absently. She picked up the light blue panties I had just removed and pushing
the crotch against my anus with her middle finger, stuffed them far enough
inside me that the clung there for me do drag around like cow utters as I
crawled for her, slowly moving my tongue back and forth over my lips, licking
my own brown nastiness.

Finally, she kneeled next to me and stoked my hair. Her fully clothed state
made me self conscious of my nakedness. She leaned down and kissed my quite
tenderly, then moving her face away looked down at my quite lovingly. "Open
your mouth for me, Lucy," she whispered.

I looked up at her opening wide. I was spellbound watching as she pursed her
lips and slowly let out a mouthful of clear spit, letting it out slowly in a
long bubbly trail, all of it landing in my mouth. It produced the most inferior
feeling I had ever felt of myself. I swallowed and held my mouth open again in
case she wanted to spit in it some more.

"Yes, my little nasty mouthed lady, I like all the nasty things I can do to
you," she whispered to me, holding my head tightly and kissing me hard, pushing
her tongue in and out of my mouth, while I sucked it like a small prick. Like a
little machine she kept producing more spit to feed me for the next five
minutes, and I sucked it from her fiercely as shamefully and as nosily as my
nasty mouth would let me.

Keeping her grip on the sides of my face, she changed her position, straddling
my face and rubbed her pantied crotch lightly against my nose and mouth. Her
panties had a stale day-old piss smell, and I knew she probably purposely
prepared them this way for me. I inhaled deeply as she let her dress fall
around my, locking me under it, so the odors would be stronger as the air under
her dress became warmer and stuffier.

She squatted this way for at least ten minutes before shifting forward enough
to rest her pantied asshole directly in front of my nostrils.

"Here, my nasty lady" she hissed, "let's see if I have something special for
you." I knew what was coming, I heard the squiggly gas sounds in her stomach
earlier. I knew she must have felt the gas inside her before squatting over me,
and decided quite some time ago that she would be in this position when
releasing it.

It was a long squishy fart. I could actually feel the ring of her ass vibrating
open and closed over and over as the repulsive wet fart hissed from her ass-
hole. The stench was so thick I could taste it with my mouth as well as sniff
it.

"Ooooo, careful, I don't want to push anything else out by accident," she
tormented, "You'd let me though wouldn't you." she hissed "You'd suck the poop
right through my panties if I told you to, wouldn't you. Ooooooo you're such a
fuckin' pig.", she was losing herself in her defilement of me. I knew she must
be close to cumming, her voice was taking on a higher pitch and she was
searching for nastier things to say to me.

"Would you do it? Huh? Would you? Would you suck a little lump of poop through
my panties? Would you?"

My face was covered with sweat from being covered under her dress. Her smelly
gas still satisfying my grotesque needs. Everything she said was true. I would
do anything she commanded.

She had been rubbing her fingertips against her clit all the time I was
sniffing her asshole. Finally about to come, she reached under herself with her
other had and pulled the panel of her panties aside, pulling open her exposed
asshole directly above my mouth with the tips of her fingers.

Not needing the command, though wanting to hear it, I pursed my lips and kissed
the moist mouth of the anus. It was soiled slightly from her wet fart. I kissed
it as passionately as I had kissed her mouth earlier, stiffening my tongue and
pushing it deep into the pasty opening. When I had pushed in so much my tongue
ached, I started making "ughh ughh" noises loud, from deep in my throat,
wanting her to be heard making pathetic moans of satisfaction. "Ughh ughh" I
kept repeating, thanking her for my gross debasement, "ughh, ughh" pushing my
tongue until it finally touched the warm brown contents of her bowls. "ughh
ughh."

That's it nasty lady, suck me cle-e-e-e-a-n-n."

                                     *****


I woke the next morning, with indescribable feelings of mortification. My mouth
was dry and foul tasting. I was relieved that the CVS girl had gone home. I
couldn't face anyone right then.

I padded into the bathroom, and stood looking in the mirror, amazed and shocked
at the face looking back was the same I had always seemed though the mind
inside it had changed forever. I stuck out my tongue, looking for tell-tale
traces of anything darker than normal and I rolled my eyes, surprised at how
quickly my shame could turn to nastiness. My brief attack of conscience was
over. I straddle the toilet, facing it, standing, I pushed down on my pubic
area getting my cunt pointed down, I pissed standing up just for the nastiness
of it. I rubbed what remained on my slit into my pubes and on my thighs
enjoying the stickiness, then showered and dressed for work, checking to make
sure all my little keepsakes were in my purse.

I arrived at exactly eight o'clock as she directed. She called out for me to
come in as soon as I rang the bell.

She was laying back on the couch naked from the waist down with her hand
pressed tight against the opening of her cunt. "He just left", she smirked, "I
told him to let himself out so I wouldn't lose any."

I looked between her legs, seeing the slightest hint of silver gray scum on her
fingers, I walked almost dreamlike to her and knelt on my knees as she swung
her legs around positioning her groin in front of my mouth.

"Here," she sighed, "Eat me".

She moved her hand away, and I fastened my open mouth to the mouth of her cunt.
I didn't have to wait long. I expected it to kind of drool into my mouth
slowly, but it came out all at once in one big glob of slimy fluid.

"Ohhh, don't swallow it yet though", she looked down with a mixture of
mischievousness and cruelty. "Open your mouth, I want to see it in there.
Oooooo yuckkkeee," she whispered, reaching into my mouth, touching it with her
finger, stirring it around in my mouth. "Now swallow it," she commanded meanly.

Looking up at her, thanking her with my eyes, I swallowed, grinning my
embarrassed grin. I opened my mouth, showing her it was now empty. She looked
at me through half closed eyes, and proceeded to rub my cheeks, lips and chin
with her sperm covered hand. "Don't forget to bring me something tomorrow," she
whispered, dismissing me to go home, a used human condom.

I stood in the hall outside her door, almost hoping someone would come by to
catch me stuffing my smelly "nasty panties" down the front of my skirt deep
down to my pubes to soak up my own glob of scum as I drove home. "Oh fuck," I
kept whispering over and over, until, they were in place. I stood for at least
five minutes squeezing my thighs together forcing the filthy material harder
and harder against my cunt. It was all I could do not to piss myself right
there in the hallway.

Finally composing myself, I walked bowl legged to the elevator, aware of the
tightness the drying sperm was bringing to the skin on my face. I rubbed my
crotch constantly on the way down.

Just as the elevator was slowing to stop at the ground floor, I reached under
my dress and yanked the back of my panties aside. Standing with my legs apart,
my heart pounding a mile a minute and my ass sticking as far back as I could
stand, I strained hard pushing a thick brown turd out of my ass onto the floor.

It actually made a thud hitting the thinly carpeted floor. The obnoxious smell
that filled the elevator was a surprise. It was much stronger than I expected.

The doors opened and I walked out briskly, a tang of disappointment mixed with
relief registering when there was no one waiting to get on as the doors opened
to connect my face with the disgusting surprise they would find as I left. I
walked to my car with thick leavings of my bowel movement stuck to my asshole
and the inner cheeks of my ass, making my panties stick against my skin, then
spread as I walked. I pleasured myself picturing myself in a public place
straddling a fire hydrant and working the top of the plug against my anus,
moving back and forth, left and right, drooling with my tongue sticking out.

I drove home with my legs opened as wide as possible and the heater on. Keeping
the windows closed, it took only minutes to for the car to fill with a most
disgusting aroma. I sniffed it all the way home, keeping one hand on the wheel
while tweaking my hard thick nipples painfully.

Standing in my bathroom, I removed my skirt, and slowly peeled my panties away
from my crack. The excrement was like a paste holding them to my crotch. I was
surprised at how thick the layer of shit was coating the panel of my panties. I
smiled to myself knowing, I was holding tomorrow's offering to the CVS girl.
They went into their own private baggy with the crotch folded inside the satin
light green fabric. The feminine satin fabric giving no clue to the gross inner
holdings.

I couldn't resist the act of squatting on there on the tile floor of the
bathroom and dragging the flat of my hand across my ass, like human toilet
paper. I sniffed at my foul dropping for as long as I could stand it, then
stepped into the shower, enjoying each pleasant second of washing the nasty
coating between my legs away. Watching my soap turn brown, raising the bar to
my nose and rinsing, repeating the process until I was squeaky clean.

The next morning I approached her empty register station. She was confused by
the silly grin. Keeping my mouth closed I opened my purse and found the baggy
with my shitty green panties in it. I opened my mouth, showing my tongue with
my baggy used condom unrolled down the length of it. This really tickled her.

"What a slutty little surprise", she said quite amused. "Is there something in
your purse for me too?" I handed her the baggy. She opened it and closed it as
soon as the stink hit her nostrils.

"Wow, you are the nastiest thing I've ever seen", she hissed pretending to be
offended while moving the fabric around from the outside of the baggy. She got
the crotch face up and we both looked at the think brown layer. It was hard and
cracking on the outside edges, and soft in toward the center. Her eyes darted
about as she reached her hand out gripping my tongue between her thumb and
index finder. She squeezed hard enough to make my eyes water, her own eyes
taking on the mean childlike look. Then gripping the end of the condom, pulled
it off my tongue and quickly putting her hand out of sight behind the counter.
Leaving my tongue sticking out drooling down my chin briefly.

I wiped myself with the back of my hand, watching her curiously. She reached
into the large plastic tub of Hersey's kisses on the counter, and taking one
out, unwrapped and lowered one behind the counter. When she brought it back
into my view, I was shaken to see she had obviously dragged it through the soft
layer coating the panties I gave her. The candy had any equal size dollop of my
own dark shit clinging to it. She put the double chocolate treat into the
condom, keeping it out of general sight, she hefted it up and down a few times,
letting the slimy treat fall to the bottom the rubber sack.

Tying the open end into a knot, she handed it back to me. Leaning forward, she
whispered in my ear. "I don't care what you do with this, but you have to write
me a note telling me, and bring it to me at lunch time. Oh, and don't worry,
I'll give your panties back at an appropriate time," she grinned after this
last threat making me shiver with expectation of possible scenarios. Just as I
got to the door, she shouted out, "Oh miss, did you say you dropped something
in an elevator last night?" What a wicked young girl she was. "Y-y-yes, but I
don't think you can refill it here", I stammered, wondering if she had only
heard about it or had gotten to see the long brown sausage I left on the
carpeted elevator floor.

I put my nasty chocolate condom in my purse and left, walking swiftly to the
office.

At 11:00 o'clock, I started to write: "I'm sitting at my desk wanting to put
our treat in my mouth. It's been a few minutes now and the chocolate is
starting to melt and soften....A few more minutes have passed now and my little
balloon is very soft and squishy. Everything in it is mixed up well I'm sure.
I'm holding it in my mouth and am going to walk to the store with this nasty
secret soaking in my spit. Look up now and see how nasty I will be for you.
Look in my mouth and see the brown treat I've squeezed out of our little
package. If it came out of you instead of me, I'd still be smiling with it
sitting in my mouth. My mouth is yours to use as you want. Look at it in there.
I will do this or anything else for you. Tell me to swallow it for you and I
will give you a nasty private show in front of all those who may be around us."

I folded the note and put it in a small envelope and put that in my purse with
tomorrow's treat. Remembering a few nights back, licking the coating I had
spread on my lips after fingering my ass, I got goose bumps. I was leaking
thick lube into my panties and went out to lunch that way. As soon as I left
the building, I put the condom back in my mouth to let the contents soften as I
walked along toward the CVS. Going to the back of the store, I stood waiting
for an opportunity free of viewers to remove the condom and untie it. Once I
did this I pushed it into my mouth, working it around until I had it inside out
and could scrape at the putty like substances with my tongue.

When I was sure I had loosened most of the foul mess from the rubber, I spit
the condom into my fist, repelled by the smell that came out of my mouth with
it. The chocolate did nothing to mask the other flavor filling my mouth, it was
melting into more of a liquid while my shit, retained a thicker consistency.

I put the smelly condom it in my purse, stuffing it in the baggy with my yellow
stained panties, and licked the outside ring of my fist clean, going through a
great effort not to swallow any of the grotesque gravy that was forming from
the large amount of spit that was collecting around the nasty paste in my
mouth.

I approached her register, silently handing her the card, smiling as she read.
When she looked up, I opened my mouth letting her see the fetid contents on my
tongue, knowing she could smell it from were she stood.

"Do it." she hissed under her breath. I grinned, swallowing the bile mixture,
almost retching it back up. I made a show of hollowing my cheeks, silently
sucking my tongue against the roof of my mouth for her then opened again,
showing her the act was totally completed, and letting her smell how gross the
odor was that was retained in my waste covered mouth.

She placed a box of Ex-lax on the counter, say louder then necessary, "Yes
miss, I'm sure these will get you going." I paid and left, getting just a
hundred yards from the store before having to bend over between two parked cars
and retching out the putrid brown bile. I looked behind me but couldn't tell if
my young tormentor happened to catch my latest indignity through her window. I
smirked in spite of the bitter flavors burning the back of my throat and
swimming in my mouth. Leaning down, I let out a long stream of brown spit that
seemed to cling to my lips forever. It was a gross display for passers by.

I sat on one of the benches in Piedmont Square until my stomach settled, then
went back to the office. Raising my hand to put a breath mint in my mouth, my
nose was again filled with the aroma of the shit I had spit into it when
spitting out the condom. It made me dry heave in the elevator. As soon as the
door opened, I rushed to the ladies room and cleaned myself up.

Noticing a small note sticking from the Ex-lax box in my purse, I pulled it out
and read "Well, since we know you have a lot in you, I thought a nasty lady
like you would enjoy waking in the morning and keeping her panties on while
letting of the soft runny "you-know-what" leak out around her panties. Just
bring me your smile tomorrow, I'll have something for you."

I dutifully took four of the Ex-lax tablets that night and put on my yellow
"nasty panties". They had by now taken on an odor that was as gross as the
crotch of the garment looked. I reveled in the nastiness of wearing such a
filthy cloth and kept putting my head under the covers to enjoy the stink as my
body heat brought it out in full bloom.

Sure enough, by five the next morning, I was lying with cramps in my tummy. I
took all I could muster not to just let go and spray my brown soupy bowel all
inside the warm smelly blankets. But I got up, padded to the bathroom and sat
on the toilet with my yellow panties snugly covering my crotch. Just like the
other night, the panty material held my shit against my ass as it slivered out
of my rectum. My stool this morning was much looser and ran down the front,
burning my cunt lips, and tangling in my pubes.

The smell was absolutely awful. It finally started to leak out around the leg
bands and drip into the toilet. I must have sat like that for ten full minutes,
as my bowels emptied, sometimes pushing out just hot brown smelly liquid, and
other times soft pudding like shit. All of it was extremely hot and grossly
fragrant. I was struck by the strangest craving to have someone sitting on my
lap with their back to me, spoon style, pushing the same hot smelly pudding
onto my legs and pubes.

When I stood, the material of my panties held my shit against my crotch allowed
the messy pudding to leak down both legs dripping almost down to my ankles.
Turning, I dropped to my knees on the shitty floor in front of the commode and
leaned forward putting my head inside the rim of the toilet, and sucked in the
smell, exhaling deeply for another five minutes.

I cleaned my filthy mess from the floor and quickly took a shower, leaving my
"nasty panties" on. They would be washed but would always keep the brown stains
and be special. That morning the CVS girl had a bottle of Apple Juice removed
from the cooler and waiting for me at the counter. She said nothing other then
quoting the price. When I picked up the glass bottle and felt the warmth, I
smiled at her little surprise. "Is there any apple juice in here at all?" I
asked.

"No. It's all special. I want you to have it with your lunch. I know, you can
get a sandwich and sit across the street at lunch time so I can see how much
you enjoy my little refreshment.

All morning I fidgeted at my desk, waiting for lunch time. Around ten my
impatience prevailed and I took the bottle out of my bag and twisted the cap,
holding the bottle just under my nose. I breathed in the strong smell of the
cooling urine with relish. Finally, I capped the bottle and waited for lunch.

I bought a hotdog sandwich from a street vendor and went to the spot across
from the CVS. When my benefactor finally made eye contact with me through the
window, I smiled, holding the bottle up in a mock toast. I took a bite of my
sandwich and chewed it slightly, then keeping eye contact with the CVS girl,
brought the bottle to my lips and took in an entire mouthful of the now cool
piss. I held my food to the side of my mouth so I could saturate the bread and
still swallow the liquid. As I started chewing again, my attention was taken by
two young women standing just to the right of me at the curb. They kept looking
at me and giggling, whispering and giggling more, the way young women get when
they feel silly.

I put them out of my mind and continued my show for the CVS girl. Eating a
little, soaking my food with her piss, then swallowing. I still had half a
bottle full when my sandwich was finished. Putting away everything else, I
crossed the street so she could get a closer look of my finishing her offering.
She was surprised when she looked out again and saw me just a few feet from her
window. I smiled to her and once again raised the bottle in a mock toast, then
brought it to my lips and slowly emptied it, letting it fill my mouth a little,
swallowing and letting more in until the bottle was empty. No sooner had I
finished than I knew she was to get yet another show, as my stomach refused to
accept the piss and rejected it along with the hotdog. Looking right at her, I
arched my head forward enough to keep myself clear of what was about the spew
out of my mouth, and allowed myself to puke right there on the sidewalk in
front of her. It was over in seconds, and I quickly turned and started walking
way from the mess I left there, catching her sadistic smirk before I left.

At the corner I looked back and saw the two young women who had been giggling
standing in front of the CVS looking at my leavings. My cheeks burned as I
wondered if they would be able to tell from the smell just what I had retched
up. I bought another hotdog on my way back to work, wrapping it tight and
putting it in my bag in case I got hungry later. By 3:00 o'clock, my stomach
was growling and I was famished. I had nothing to eat or drink since my piss
episode, preferring not to wash away the nasty aftertaste that lingered in my
mouth. Now hunger was gnawing at me. I kept thinking of those two girls
standing there looking down at the mess of hotdog and piss that I left on the
sidewalk. I imagined them guessing what this middle age woman had been doing
and it made me feel all nasty again. I took my bag and went to the ladies room.

Sitting on the john, I reached into my bag and took out the hotdog. As I
unwrapped it I was struck that as it dried out in the roll, it took on a
nastiness all it's own. I thought back to the last time I had warmed a hotdog
and with a contented smile, reached under my leg and slowly inserted the cold
somewhat stiff hotdog into my asshole. I worked it in and out, getting it
deeper each time until finally it actually was pulled into my rectum. This was
a little scary at first, until I reasoned that I should be able to shit it out
whenever I wanted.

After a minute, I cupped my hand under my ass and pushed, getting the hotdog
out just a simple as that. It smelled horrible but was really only slightly
stained. A sudden revulsion made me think about wiping it clean, But I finally
decided that I could probably hold it down if I ate it as is, and proceeded to
take bites of the nasty hotdog and chew it up, savoring all the flavors in my
mouth. After finishing the foul hotdog, I licked my hand clean and flushing the
roll down the toilet, pulled up my panties and left.

That night at home, fingering my asshole and licking my finger over and over, I
kept thinking of the two giggling girls looking at the puddle of piss that I
had retched out of my stomach. Trying to remember what it looked like on the
sidewalk but unable to. Could they tell? What would it feel like to see them
again? As I brought a stained finger to my mouth I imagined them looking at me
as I watched my reflection in the mirror, I was now working two fingers at a
time into my ass -- deep into my ass coming out dirtier each time -- and then
sucking them, savoring them, needing to debase myself, wanting to attached my
lips to the ring of my anus and suck, slowly suck. I wanted to worm my tongue
into somebody's nasty asshole. I kept watching myself in the mirror. Now
bringing my fingers out of my ass and rubbing them all over my lips and around
my face, over and over again, imagining the giggling girls in the room,
commanding this middle age woman to move from one to the other, letting them
smell my shit smeared face. I imagined it was their shit. I fell asleep with my
hand cupped over my mouth and nose and a contented nasty smile on my lips.

I woke up with the nastiest taste I had yet to taste in my mouth. The skin on
my face was stiff and brown stained and I stared in the mirror for a full five
minutes before grudgingly stepping into the shower to wash it off. I started my
day squeaky clean. I put on plain white panties, pantyhose, a pleated skirt,
bra and sweater.

I found myself standing next to Marie on the elevator that morning. She still
flushed when our eyes met, and I realized out of nowhere that this woman was
truly very vulnerable to me. It was such a twist after the past week of
masochistic pleasure to feel such arousal at the thought of having someone to
express a mean streak at.

As we stepped out of the elevator, I put my hand on her arm, delaying her while
the other people passed us, leaving us alone as the doors closed. "You know,
Marie, we still have something to be discussed." I said, squinting my eyes in
what I imagined to be a stern look.

"Y yes, I know. I'm very sorry, I know I could get in a lot of trouble. That's
right. And Roger's married too. This could be a very serious situation" I
hissed.

Just like that, Marie broke down. Not sobbing but just silently crying, the
little tears coming down her cheeks a mile a minute. "Please Lucy. I don't know
what to do. I'd do anything. I mean... I just don't know what to say. I'll do
anything to not have trouble."

"Listen," I whispered, conspiratorially now, "Don't worry, we'll work something
out. I just want you to think about this from now on. I may want to do
something to you and you should make your mind up if you will do what I tell
you."

"You mean nasty things?" she whispered, shocked and a little scared.

"Yes" I hissed back at her, and not waiting for a response, turned and left her
there, going to my desk wondering if she would play. I was so wet my panties
felt like they were full of goo. This could be very interesting. Marie showed
up next to my desk at lunch time. She was so quiet I let her stand for a few
moments before I knew she was there.

"I just want to tell you I, well, I..."

"Oh stop stammering. You know what this is about. Stop pretending not to want
what's coming or I'll just forget about giving you any chance at all."

"Okay. You're right, I'll be good, honest. You're going to make me do really
nasty things aren't you?", she whispered with enough of an imploring tone to
convey how much she really wanted to be used by me.

"Good, then lets go to lunch together."

Having a little slave slut was as natural as could be for me, and I was not
going to be subtle about what I wanted. I was after nasty pleasures and wanted
to start nasty and get nastier. I took her to Levenes Park, stopping to buy
each of us a hotdog on the way.

"Piss a little bit in your panties", I told her as we walked toward the park.

Marie's eyes actually sparkled as she wet her panties and pissed down her legs.
She didn't hesitate even a second to what I thought would be a bizarre request
of her. I was soaking my panties thinking about how far I would be likely to go
with her. I pictured in my mind that hot yellow pee dripping between her little
musty pussy lips, collecting in the satiny crotch of her pretty panties. It was
all I could do not to stop there on the street and rub my itchy cunt to orgasm
for all to see. Fuck, I was hot!

The heat of the day and my excitement of having a toy to play with contributed
to my becoming hot and sweaty as we walked. I knew when we got to our
destination I would be ripe for what I had in mind.

We went into the smelly public ladies room as soon as we reached the park. I
had her follow me into the only stall that still had a latch. She pulled her
panties down and sat on the toilet. It was a tough balancing act but I managed
to stand on the seat with the feet between her legs and my ass toward her face.
I reached forward and held myself up with my hands against the door and push my
ass back towards her. I said nothing, wanting to see what she would come up
with on her own. I wasn't disappointed, She pulled my ass cheeks apart with
both hands and I immediately felt her lips against my asshole, kissing then
sucking, just like she was kissing my mouth and trying to coax my tongue into
her mouth, and all the time, inhaling the gross fragrance of my smelly crack
and breathing back humid air through her nostrils dampening my crack all the
more.

"I can't believe how bad it smells!" she hissed up at me, her whispers muffled
in the crack of my ass, "Oh, I love it!"

"Oh you nasty fuckin' pig!" I whispered. "Oooo! Suck it really hard!" And she
did, tasting my funky private flavor and loving it. Smelling me and tasting me,
making soft mewing sounds combined with the wet sucking sounds. It was clear
that we shared many mutual tastes in what turned us on. We both loved having
brown tongues.

I didn't push anything into her mouth but I relaxed myself enough back there
that I knew she was getting a small preview of the flavor of my pasty brown
shit held deep in my rectum. I couldn't resist reaching into the purse hanging
from my neck and working the hotdog free of it's wrapping and roll. I reached
back with it and pushed it all the way into my lubed asshole. "Eat it out of
me, my little slut-t-t-t!" I whispered, so excited the I was trembling.

She went right after it, Making noises I knew were intended to be as loud and
nasty as she dared in the public place we were playing in. She sucked the
hotdog into her mouth an inch at a time, chewing and swallowing her nasty
stained lunch. A couple of times she would grip the hotdog firmly between her
lips and fuck it in and out of me, coating it more and more with a gross brown
slime.

I slowly pull my anus away from her lips and carefully reversed my position
letting my pussy lips rub against the tip of her nose.

"Now be careful and put your lips right against me so I can pee a little. If
you don't suck it up right it'll be all over you and you'll smell all
afternoon."

I slowly let my hot pee out just a little at a time, reveling in the wet heat
that radiated back against my cunt as her mouth filled. My little slut friend's
eyes never broke contact with mine as she glued her little mouth to my slit and
received my piss. Her eyes popped wide open at her surprise of just how hot the
liquid was in her mouth. "I wish I had a camera. I've never seen anything so
nasty in my life."

As soon as I moved my cunt from her lips she gave me a cute meek smile and
pushed her tongue out, offering to give a last lick if I wanted it.

I jumped down from the seat and turned, lowering my face and licked a slight
residue of my own shit from above her upper lip. I then shoved my tongue into
her mouth kissing her as deeply and passionately as I had ever kissed anyone,
exchanging spit, savoring the rich coating of my own excrement and piss being
passed into my mouth, "You are mine." I told her, "No matter what nasty things
I want. Say it!"

"Yes, I'm yours, no matter what nasty things you want. I'll do it all. I'll do
anything. I want to. I want to be used by you. Make me be nasty... please."

"I'll make you nasty all right, turn around and stick your ass out to me.
Nothing is as embarrassing as having to stick your holes out to someone is it?
Mmmmmm it's nice and nasty."

"Here." with that I started fucking her little asshole with the other hotdog. I
moved it in and out over and over, finally pulling it out and reaching around,
held it under her nose. My little slut girl stuck her tongue out and licked at
it, getting her tongue a thick coating of her own brown paste for her efforts.

I pulled it back and pushed it into her ass, stuffing it all the way in. "Now
pull you panties up tight, and hold the hot dog in your ass until I tell you to
push it out."

"Oh my panties feel so funky. They're all pissy and everything." When we were
both decent I left the stall and told her it was clear as well. She came out to
find a wide-eyed young woman staring at her.

"See that girl honey, she lets me do what ever I want to her. Even in the
toilet", I hissed in a shocked whisper. Marie turned bright red and was visibly
shaken. It was clear that while she would do absolutely anything I wanted,
being compromised in the presence of a stranger was more than she could handle,
I don't know if her embarrassment was increased by the fact that it was someone
close to her own age or not. She rushed out, but stopped when I called to her
and waited until I caught up.

"Please don't ever make me do things in front of other people." she sobbed. As
she finished her little plea, I slipped my finger into her mouth and started
fucking her mouth with it slowly in and out, staring her in the eyes. "You're
mine, my little cunt slave."

I watched her eyes look beyond me and knew that the woman stranger had come out
of the rest room and was watching our spectacle.

I kept slowly fucking her mouth with my finger, and she slowly got into a deep
sucking rhythm. I turned her as though we were waltzing, slowly, all the time
continuing my rape of her mouth. When I had her with her back to the girl, I
looked over her, locking eyes with the girl.

"She s watching you," I whispered, "Reach behind and stick your hand up under
your dress and put it inside you panties." Marie looked up at me with eyes as
big as saucers. They pleaded for just a second then took on the look of
masochistic pleasure as she stood, with her hand digging into the leg band of
her panties and cupped under her asshole waiting for what she knew would be her
next command. "Now shit out your hotdog."

She strained just slightly, her eyes remaining on mine as she pushed the hotdog
out into her hand. I watched the girl s expression go from total fascinations
to total disgust as Marie shit out her hotdog. The girl could not take her eyes
from it.

Now, put it back, straighten your clothes and turn around. It took her a few
seconds to fumble the hotdog back up her ass but she got it there and turning,
completed her act of humiliation. Acknowledging her nastiness in the look of
the unknown woman, all barriers and pretenses denied her, I could see it was
truly the most embarrassing moment of her life. It would be fun to keep
outdoing it. Marie was so aroused by my treatment of her, she could barely keep
the hotdog in.

"Shit it out!" I whispered emphatically, "Shit it out while we're walking!" I
watched her forehead furrow in concentration, knowing she was trying hard to
push out the hotdog and at the same time try to sense if her bowels were
moving, clenching and releasing constantly, hoping to only let the hotdog out.

It slipped out and dangled in the crotch of her panties for a few steps and
finally fell out to the ground.

As we walk away, the girl followed our path until she got to the hotdog.
Stopping there she looked down almost mesmerized at the bizarre evidence of the
show that was put on for her. A drying shit smeared hotdog, fresh from Marie s
little asshole.

I couldn't help remembering the exposed feeling of the girls looking at the
piss I had puked up on the sidewalk just a few days ago. I made Marie look back
and see the girl looking at her leavings, knowing she would see the image over
and over.

She looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes, "My asshole is all dirty now. I
can feel my panties sticking to my crack and it feels really nasty."

"I'm going to make you lick them later."

"Oh fuck k k k k!" she sighed in a whisper. We headed back toward the office. I
kept waiting for her to stop and throw up, but she never did. I bought a hotdog
for myself as we left the park, teasing her with, "Don't forget, I haven't
eaten yet."

We rode up the elevator silently. I knew Marie was wrestling with the
conflicting feelings of masochistic pleasure, absolute shame, guilt, and
embarrassment. I said nothing, giving her space to work things out. As we
stepped off the elevator, she snatched my hand and held it for the slightest
second.

"Thanks for lunch," she said in a normal voice, "I'm really glad we did it."
Then looking around, she leaned toward me and whispered "Absolutely anything,
please, I'll do absolutely anything. I really want you. Please use me."

"I'll buzz you," I said in a normal voice as I walk away from her.

I walked to my desk to check messages, and then went immediately to the ladies
room. Locking myself away in private for a few glorious moments of celebration
of having someone truly as submissive to me as I could ever wish to be to
someone else. It was indescribable. My panties by now were so coated with lube
that it felt like cake frosting. I carefully worked them off and brought them
to my face savoring the strong sweat and funky pussy lube smell mixed with the
slight pissy smells that I had started to make a habit of leaving anytime I
relieved myself.

I pushed the crotch in my mouth and work my saliva into a froth with all of the
moisture. I was in heaven sucking the mixed flavors out of my pants. Closing my
eyes, I couldn t help but reach behind and shove a finger up the smelly
shithole Marie had just recently made so loose and wet.

When I had finally sucked all the flavor from my panties, I replaced them with
the finger that had been shoved in my ass. I savored the rich darkish covering
for a few moments and remembered I had no breath mints to mask the smell that
would remain in my mouth. I would have to stay to myself for the next hour or
so. I knew as I sat at my desk the shitty coating in my mouth would turn dry
and take on an acrid and foul metallic taste. I would remind myself all
afternoon that I was tasting the aftertaste of my own nasty shit.

Marie showed up at my desk after work. Everyone else had left.

"Pull your panties off," I told her. It was shocking to hear these words out in
the open like this. Here in our workplace, it was like the location added a
rush and element of forbiddeness to whole scene. Marie looked around furtively
as she worked her panties down. They really did stick to the crack of her ass
and were stiff and pasty when she finally got them off.

I took them from her and smelled them, embarrassing her with the open invasion
of the private smell of her filthy garment. I held the smeared crotch out to
her, and obeying my silent but unmistakable command, she leaned down to my hand
and slowly inhaled the acrid aroma of her stale excrement.

"Stick your tongue out," I commanded loudly, "Way out, and make it wet too!"
She did, sticking it out so far she almost gagged. "Say ah." I said meanly,
leaving no room for being mistaken as humor.

"Ahhh . Ahhh" she repeated pathetically, sticking her tongue out as far as it
would go.

Looking down at her, capturing her stare with mine, I brought the nasty panties
back to my face and pursing my lips worked up a mouth as full as saliva as I
could. I worked it back and forth, building up a large slimy dollop and
finally, leaned in an angle that would give here the clearest view of what I
was doing, let the long warm mouthful of spit slowly drool into the shit
smeared crotch I held over my cupped hand. The coating of dried excrement was
thick enough that my spit sat on top of it without penetrating into the cloth
at first.

I extended my hand be to her and she worshipfully licked up my slimy treat as
it slowly turned brown from her earlier deposit.

My pleasure was intense. My little cruel streak made itself known as I started
roughly rubbing the now wet and gooey materiel on her face hard, smearing her
with shit and scratching her slightly from the pressure of the wadded fabric.

"Lick it you little cunt!" I yelled, hearing the echo through our office. She
kept her nasty tongue out the whole time, letting me use her like the little
pig she was. "Stick your tongue out again," I wispered angrily.

"Ahhhh," she started, having learned I liked this from her. I grabbed her
tongue thru the shitty cloth and held it tight, sqeezing it between my thumb
and forfinger hard. "Ahhhh, Ahhhh," she moaned slightly louder and higher as
the pain registered.

Her tongue was nicely brown when I removed my hand, leaving the panties
dangling from her wet mouth and finally fall from her as she stared almost
uncomprehendingly at me, realizing that this too was a part of her new role,
that I would inflict pain, and that she liked it.

"Suck on your tongue! I want you to let Roger fuck you tomorrow! Do it in the
supply room again, like a little pig. Let him fuck you good. When he's really
hard, turn around and wiggle your little hynie at him and beg him to fuck you
up your ass. Let him fuck you right up there. Fuck him good. When he comes,
keep him inside you until he's all soft, understand, I want it soft before he
pulls his cock out of you or else you'll squeeze all that nasty juice off the
condom when he pulls out. If you make him wait, it'll be all dirty and smelly.
That's what I want, that's what you want too isn't it, to be all dirty and
smelly? Peel the nasty condom off him. Don't let him touch it! Let him leave,
then call me. I want to make you do nasties with it when I get there."

Her eyes rolled. "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed lightly under her breath. "I love
you."

When she called me I started dripping oily lube into my panties. It was just
after five and everyone was leaving. I locked the supply room door as I
entered. "Jesus it smells in here," I teased meanly, "I never realized how
smelly ass fucking is. What did you do?" I scolded, "Shit on the fuckin'
floor?"

She held her panties in one hand and the brown stained condom in the other,
blushing brightly from my verbal abuses. The load inside was huge making the
used smelly condom hang down stretched to its full length. "Turn around and
bend over," I hissed, excited and feeling almost vicious, "Come on, show me
your nasty asshole!" I whispered, almost chanting, hardly able to contain my
excitement.

As she bent over waving her ass for me, I reached under my dress and pulled my
soaked panties down, and kicked them into my hand. I rubbed the wet crotch all
over my face, inhaling my ripe aroma, then licked at the crotch. "Boy, Roger
must have fucked your shit hole good!" I hissed. "It looks like a telephone
pole has been in there." Her humid opening was at least twice as wide as my
thumb. The skin around her hole was red and sore looking and light brown shit
stains were all over the hole and her asscheeks from where he pulled out, and
the smell was absolutely putrid.

I knew she was shocked to feel my tongue on her. I couldn t help it. I had to
have it. I knelt behind her and slowly swiped my tongue from the very bottom of
her crack all the way up. I was determined to taste her nastiest flavors. "Just
stay like this you little cunt." I hissed at her. I wanted to savor this. I put
both hands to her cheeks and pulled as wide as I could spreading her smelly
hole even further open and sat inhaling her. It was hard, I kept loosing my
breath, Roger had pumped her ass full of air and she kept passing gas,
sometimes quietly, sometimes very loudly as I pressed my nose tight against her
open hole. I gagged from the wet acrid ammonia like air she kept expelling.

"Suck the outside of the condom clean!" I commanded her as I stuck my tongue
deep into her wide open asshole. Her hole was so wide, it slid in easily,
almost to the root. I luxurated at the gagging sensation in my throat as my
tongue took on the flavor of her foul execrement. I pulled my tongue back into
my mouth, sucking the flavor from it, then shoved it deep into her putrid hole
again, repeating the act over and over, sucking her dark flavors, then left it
deep inside the dark tunnel, wiggling it around in the warm brown goo that was
drooling out of the open hole. Her hole was so open that I was able to push my
tongue all the way in, feeling and tasting the hot contents of her bowels at
the very tip of my tongue.

My tongue came out coated as though I had licked a fudge cycle. I knew her
tongue would look just as nasty, sucking all of her own shit off the outside of
the condom. She was sucking so hard I could hear her gagging sounds as the full
balloon like bubble of warm sperm would reach the entrance of her throat,
unable to drop down further as she sucked the brown gooey rubber.

"Ohhhh Fuck!" I hissed tongue fucking her ass over and over, smelling the
putrid gases she kept expelling into my face. I pushed two fingers up her ass,
bringing them out brown and smelly. I sucked them, gagging loudly, then shoved
them in again, this time bringing them out and rubbing them all over the rim of
her asshole tangling the hairs around her anus with brown paste. I repeated
this over and over, loosing my self in the smelly hot pasty coating now
covering my face and tongue. I wished we were in front of a mirror, I wanted so
much to see how filthy my actions looked. Then closing my mouth I rubbed my
lips against the shitty hole, painting my face with her slightest coating of
her stinky excrement.

"Turn around!" I told her. She turned, fascinated at my shit smeared face. I
sat there looking up at her, reveling in the nasty smell coming from my own
face.

"Pour his cum in my mouth," I commanded, leaving my mouth open as wide as I
could. She turned the condom upside down and let the huge slimy dollop of
cooled sperm drop onto my brown tongue. When I could see I had it all I stood
and held her head with both hands and brought my smelly mouth to hers.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned as I pushed the now brown yuckee come and my shitty
spit into her mouth, at the same time smearing her lips with the wet pasty shit
that my own lips were covered with. We pushed it back and forth a few times
embracing in our deep filthy soul kiss. Our mouths were totally coated with
each others slimy mixtures, the shit I had taken from her ass mixed with Roger
s cum from the condom, her her mouth, eqally stained from the coating of her
own shit that she had sucked off the condom.

I pulled back just enough to motion for her to swallow it. She swallowed,
letting me watch her neck swell as the fowl mouthful made its way down her
throat.

She then started kissing all of the stained areas around my mouth, even swiping
her tongue around the rim of my nostrils, sucking out the insides of my nose.

"That's it! Oh yeah, lick all your nasty shit off me you fuckin' little pig!"

When I finally pulled away she was in ecstasy, sucking noisily on her own
tongue, getting the last of the residue from it. I took the condom from her and
held it open with two fingers from each hand in front of my pisshole and pissed
in it until the weight of my piss made it hang obscenely between my legs. I
thought it might break from the weight and heat of my piss.

"Here," I hissed holding what was now a small yellow ball of rubber suspended
by twelve inches of stretched condom, "Drink it!"

She took it from me and held the opening to her mouth, her embarrassed smirk
delighting me, holding the bottom between two fingers and raised it ever slowly
above here mouth, letting my hot acrid piss run slowly into her mouth,
swallowing and smiling her embarrassed smile between gulps.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned through her nasty lips. "Now do some more nasties to
me. Please." She begged, almost little girlish, dropping to her knees and knee
walking behind me, lifting my dress and stuffing her face against my sweating
smelly rear hole.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed, haunching my ass up and down against her pointy tongue.

She worked her pointy tongue into my tight anus, then keeping her tongue
extended, fucked my hole by moving her head back and forth.

"Argggg , Arggg" came her muffled noises of suplication from between the cheeks
of my ass.

"Ugh," I grunted pushing her tongue out of my ass with my straining, I could
feel the ring of my asshole stretch slightly as a small soft brown turd forced
it open. I pulled away slightly so she could clearly see what was happening.

"It's coming Marie!" I teased mockingly, "Show me what a little fuckin' pig you
are."

Marie closed the space between her mouth and my asshole, locking her lips to my
distended ass ring and allowed my small turd to rest on her tongue. She kneeled
there before me with her mouth open, showing me the foul contents with her
embarrassed smile, drooling brown stained spit down her chin.

I turned and picked up the condom off the floor, holding it open in front of
her mouth. She caught onto what I wanted and, pursing her lips, squeezed the
gross shit into the condom like she was pushing out a candy cane, then sucking
deeply on the thin residue coating the inside or her lips and on her tongue,
making loud mewing sounds and smacking sounds with her lips for my benefit as
she sucked her mouth clean of the coating of excrement created as she squeezed
it out through the small ring of her lips. I tied the opening of the condom
into a knot and handed it to Marie.

"Keep this in your purse until I think of something to make you do with it." I
hissed, and holding her face, pushed my lips to hers and scoured the inside of
this filthy girls mouth with my own hungry tongue. I licked my own shit from
her teeth and gums, smelling my aroma all the time. "Mmmmm," I moaned over and
over, tasting the nasty flavors while shoving spit into her mouth again and
again.

Finally, turning and bending over, I presented my dirty ass crack to her once
again, "Now kiss my little shit hole," I hissed, "Clean me good and push some
spit in me. Get me all soft and runny in case I want to shit all over your
little face."

Marie moaned long drawn out moans as she licked me clean, worming her tongue as
deep up my anus as she could, getting small nasty morsels for her efforts, then
pushing her spit into my hole and pushing it deep into my rectum with her
tongue, then eventually her finger. I knew she was picturing in her mind what I
would make her do later. "Ohh Fuck!" I moaned as I watched her sitting back on
her haunches, sucking her shit smeared finger clean as though it was the most
natural thing in the world for her to do. While you are kneeling there, put my
panties on me." Marie dutifully knee-walked to my panties and returned, lifting
them up first one foot then the other, finally pushing them up all the way. It
was a strangely submissive act and we both enjoyed the way it capped the
afternoon. "I love this," she whined, her eyes rolling, "I really will do
anything."

"I know you will." I whispered, "I know, and I'll make you do things, you'll
see. You just be ready whenever I call. I know what you need," I hissed, "Now
tidy up, I want you to come by tonight. Go home and pack an overnight bag and
come to my place at 9:00 tonight." Turning, I left her kneeling there, her lips
covered with traces of her own shit and mine, and she truly loved what I made
her do. "And don't pee until you come over tonight, understand?"

"Yes."

I dragged Marie around town with me all the next Saturday refusing her any
chances to relieve herself. We brunched at the Sheraton, just down from the
Zoo. I won't go into the details of our meal other than to say she squirmed in
her seat constantly and looked sweetly distressed. I knew she was 'leaking'
just slightly into her pretty blue panties. My panties were wet too. It was so
strange to hold such power over her and reconcile it with my own cravings for
debasement.

I thought of the wicked combinations that could result from a visit to the CVS
girl with my little slutslave in tow, but decided to do that another time.

I decided instead to call my niece Pam. She won my heart and soul some years
ago, when while out visiting the museums, she pointed to a dog pissing and
grinned wickedly at me saying, "I wish I could be a fire hydrant for a day."
What a wicked little slut! I had no idea her mother had "educated" her to the
ways of her aunt. I was, to say the least, delighted.

I told Marie nothing of Pam's predilections or precociousness. This was to be
my surprise. Pam came in on the Metro and we met her at Faragut Station. Pam's
first words to Marie, after being introduced were, "You're going to like me, I
never wipe!"

Well, this set the stage for just an extraordinary afternoon. The Metro Station
is longer than a football field. It is way, way down below ground. We stood on
the platform talking for half an hour or so, waiting for the rush hour crowds
to thin. Pam tormented Marie beautifully making her recite the various duties I
made her perform both on my body and on herself. Pam would constantly berate
her if she tried to talk too softly for those around us to here.

"You mean she pisses all over you?" She asked in raised voice, mockingly
shocked, as Marie turned that wonderful shade of crimson, and later saying
quite loudly, "You really shit yourself?", causing me to grin wickedly as Marie
sunk lower into her mortification. I don't have to mention all three of us were
lubing as if we were in heat!

Finally another train came, and Pam just as naturally as you please, took
Marie's hand and led her towards the exit, ahead of the crowd. Marie doesn't
quite look old enough to be her mother, still it looked cute seeing Pam so
obviously in charge of someone her senior. I just trailed behind, curious, and
grinning. Pam looked so cute, she did everything but skip! Now understand, the
escalators are like something out of a science fiction movie, they just go on
and on. I bet they go up a 10th of a mile. And very, very steep. We were going
up. I was maybe 10 people behind and below my two companions when Pam reached
up on tip toes and whispered in Marie's ear. Marie turned around with a
priceless look of panic and incredulity on her poor face, her eyes searching up
and down the escalator for mine.

When we locked on to each other, I just grinned, tighten my lips giving her my
sternest look, and nodded my confirmation that indeed what ever she was told,
she must do.

There she stood, my lovely slave, legs slightly parted, head down, her hand
squeezing the railing as she pushed a long curling turd out into her panties.
It was wonderful watching the people behind her. Her panties, were no match for
her deposit, they merely served to break her turd into soft separated chunks
that fell down, splattering the stairs and ankles and her shoes.

I thought people were going to stampede backwards. I could hear the people
ahead of me gasp, and whisper as the smell and substance of what she was doing
became obvious.

If you now count to about 100, you'll know how long Marie was trapped there,
shit dripping down her leg, her smells fouling the air. Pam finally whispered
again to her, telling her to turn around. That was delicious. I don't know if I
would have been that mean. Making her look at everyone, acknowledging their
stares, adding to her mortification, a total loss of any anonymity. Just
delicious. The final touch happened at the top of the escalator where after
stepping off, Pam made her stand there to the side, watching her shit getting
smeared in the grating of the escalator as people got off after her, stepping
over it, and looking at her from head to shit stained shoes, in disgust.

One young woman, a typical vanilla, asked if Marie was all right? Pam, said,
"Of course she's all right, she's always doing this." Neither Marie nor the
woman could quite catch their composure enough to look at each other. I envied
Marie's mortification.

I'm not sure what Marie would have liked more, to hide under a rock, or get her
nasty little cunt fisted. (I thought that might happen back at the Hotel, but
small as Pam is, her hand was still too large for Marie's small hole.)

The ride up to the room was a sheer delight. The smell filling the elevator,
Marie's embarrassment at her smells, Pam's evil grins, the incredulous faces of
people getting on and off. I just stood there taking it all in (and breathing
it all in), Marie's gaze touching mine every few seconds then returning to the
floor, her mortification peaking each time the air circulated, making her
remember her little shitting performance. Making me ooze lubrication into my
panties like some cream filling in a pastry.

We weren't in the room a minute before Pam ordered Marie to undress for us,
slowly revealing the incredible mess that was pasted to her panties under her
skirt. I took Marie, holding her by her ears and forced my lips to hers, giving
her my spit, showing her I loved her for the wonderful nastiness she performed,
while Pam, kneeling behind her slowly peeled the nasty panties off her, and
wiped away the excess with the outer fabric of Marie's panties. The smell in
the room was just delightful.

"Bend over Marie", Pam whispered.

I stepped around and watched from behind as Marie did as Pam ordered, bending
far forward, and reaching back with both hands, opened the cheeks of her ass,
letting herself be wiped and handled by my young niece.

Pam turned around, a look on her face that was just priceless. A look that made
me think of the CVS girl, a look of total supremacy and wickedness. "Kneel next
to me auntie, it smells so awful, but you have to be HERE, to really smell it!"

I knelt, awed by the assumption of power my young niece had taken on, and
hypnotized by the thin film of pasty filth smeared between the cheeks of
Marie's ass.

I couldn't help myself, I had to push my face into her crack and breath in her
smells. The combined smells of shit and sweat and cunt cream. I slowly moved
the tip of my tongue against her filthy asshole. It was impossible to breathe
very much of course, the smell was just too overwhelming, but the nastiness of
it, the moist dankness of it was overwhelming.

Pam was now standing behind me. I could feel her thighs and tummy on my back
and on the back of my head. She was rubbing her pubes in my hair. Her body
weight pushed my face deeper and lower into the nasty space between Marie's
legs, forcing the bridge of my nose, then my forehead against the brown
stickiness that clung to her skin.

I felt it first in my hair, then the luxurious hot streams weaved down my face,
hot, burning hot, the mixture made the smell of Marie's shit seem to explode
against my nostrils. Sweet Pam, standing up on her very tiptoes, was pissing
full force on her nasty aunt, and I was in heaven. I could feel Marie's stomach
muscles tightening as Pam reached around Marie on each side and squeezed her
nipples mercilessly. I could feel the intensity as she ground herself harder
against me as she pulled, using only poor Marie's nipples for leverage.

I dug my nails deep into tender skin of Marie's inner thighs and dragged them
slowly. I was rewarded instantly as Marie's bittersweet piss touched my lips as
she lost control and released her bladder, the pain and pleasure taking their
toll. My lips, chin, then tits and finally my lap, drenched in the piss that
hissed in twisted ribbons from the tortured woman's cunt. I felt it finally
gathering and dripping between the lips of my own slit, combining with my
niece's, dripping down past my anus and falling to the floor to be joined by my
own as I just relaxed and let my own piss flow out down the vee formed by my
closed legs.

I opened my mouth letting her piss coat my tongue and flow like a waterfall.
The smells, the tastes, the wickedness all fighting to be dominant sensations.
I shit! Kneeling there with my ass not an inch from the floor, I relaxed and
let my own smells and waste put the final mark on our wonderful afternoon. I
just let it go. As my face was sprayed, I felt my warm paste form a soft link
between my ass and the floor and dreaded wonderfully, that first second when my
niece would step back and see the full range of my nastiness. And what it would
prompt her to do.

Pam moving off of me was like a blanket being removed. My wet skin was suddenly
cooled by the smelly air circulating in the room.

I knelt with my nose pressed deep into Marie's nasty crack, and could feel
Pam's eyes on me from behind. I knew she was looking at the combined wastes on
the floor then back up the length of my form and back down again. I felt as
naked and lewd as I ever had.

Poor Marie, her nipples must have been throbbing from Pam's ministrations, and
I had left deep scratches down the inside of both thighs, which I knew must be
stinging from the piss that had dripped down her firm legs.

We were in that delicious moment where nobody wanted to move, we just stayed,
all of us secretly embarrassed by the filth around us.

I sensed rather than saw Pam squatting behind me, her knees finally touching me
as she looked closer at what I had done.

Marie moved forward slightly, and I knee walked forward just enough to be able
to turn around and watch Pam stare at the crude gift I had left behind.

I stared at her hypnotized as she slowly put her hand to the ground and cradled
a large smelly lump into her palm and brought it up level to our faces. She
stared at it as intensely as I stared at her. I knew where she was. I knew that
place you had to be to be able to touch it, to handle it and not be repulsed by
it, that place where the moist slimy feel doesn't feel unnatural, where the
strange weightiness isn't repulsive. Pam was at that place.

In what looked like slow motion she brought her hand to her nose and inhaled
the my smells. Then, eyes leaving her hand and going to mine, she slowly moved
her hand to within an inch of my face.

Not know what she expected, I opened my mouth. Pam pulled her hand away,
nodding until I understood and closed it, then brought her hand back again,
this time to rest just under my nose.

"Smell Auntie", she said almost coquettishly, then in a very evil tone, her
eyes narrowing on mine, "Smell your nasty shit"!

She sat watching me. Watching my eyes on her, watching me display myself in
front of her, smelling my waste, in front of her.

My eyes ever on hers, I slowly let my tongue slink out to lick the underside of
the hand of my adorable niece, delighting her with my lewdness.

Pam leaned forward slightly then rose to her feet and walked to the bathroom,
leaving the door open. She held her hand over the toilet and turned it over,
letting my foul leavings drop into the bowl with a rather embarrassing splash.
She then proceeded to wipe the pasty remnants from her palm and from between
her fingers with tissue. When she was satisfied, she dropped the tissue into
the bowl and turned facing me, brought her hand to her face and made an
exaggerated pose of smelling her hand, smiling wickedly as I watched.

She took the roll of tissue from its hold and unceremoniously tossed it to
Marie, signaling, it was her station in life to clean the urine and excrement
from the floor. Marie quietly went to work, smarting still from the wicked
treatment Pam had given her nipples, and now just wanting to be done with
things.

As Marie worked, carrying smelly wet tissues back to the bathroom to be
flushed, and returning to pickup the remaining mess, Pam started dressing. I
was still luxuriating in the feel the sticky urine drying on me, and the
tightness along the crack of my ass where wiping would normally have finished
the job I started.

Pam came over and stood in front of me as she finished pulling her panties on
and smiled at the look of my face, with traces of shit still evident on my
forehead and bridge of my nose.

She picked up Marie's shit smeared panties and held them to my nose and watched
me breath them in, then just let them drop to my lap.

"I have to go now Auntie, and you were right, she is just a perfect little lady
slut!", she said, tauntingly looking towards Marie.

Marie stayed busy, but did look up and acknowledge the comment.

"Did you like shitting yourself for me Marie"?, she taunted, picking up the
panties and carrying them over to wave in front of Marie's nose.

"You have to take these home with you", she said, "Put them in a bag or
something, but take them, and Marie," she paused and rubbed them into my young
protÈgÈ's face, ever so lightly, "wear them for Auntie".

With that she let them fall onto the pissy floor and walked to the door, and
was gone.

"Well"? I taunted my little co-worker.

She looked at me puzzled and a little apprehensive.

"Aren't you going to put them on?" I mocked.

Looking dumbly at the wad of soiled tissues in her hand, she nodded and
dropping the paper into a small pool, stood and ever so carefully put for one
foot then the other into the legholes of the filthy panties, and slowly pulled
the dank material up her legs and against her crotch, her eyes and facial
features giving away just how cold and wet and foul they felt to her.

I motioned for her to come towards me, and as she walked I changed posture so
that as she arrived I could nuzzle her right in the tummy, nuzzling and kissing
her pubes through the outrageous material, and sweet Marie held the back of my
head and mewed.

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