****** Unwashed Woman -- A True story by Alex ******
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Unwashed Woman -- A True story


I had seen her for the past couple of days wandering around near to my office
somewhere on the outskirts of Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia. She was an
Indian woman in her 50s, wearing a sarong (a colorful piece of cloth worn
around the waste) and a loose shirt over her fat body. I could see her big
boobs hanging loose as she was not wearing a bra. She was unkempt and I
wondered how long ago she'd washed herself for the last time. I could smell her
from a distance and noticed that passers by avoided.

But it was exactly this dirtiness that turned me on. I wondered if she'd be
around a night too, so I told my wife that I had to work overtime and drove
back to the office. It was quiet as usual in a commercial area like this and,
this being a less developed country, not well lit. That suited me fine.

Yep there she was, sitting in a dark corner, talking to herself, a half empty
bottle of cheap liquor beside her. I parked my car nearby and walked up to her.
I could smell her from a distance of at least 10 meters, a mixture of alcohol,
sweat and piss. Boy did that turn me on. Since it was after office hours I only
wore a T-shirt and shorts no underwear. I like it that way. I looked around but
nobody was there, except she and me of course. I grabbed my dick, which already
started to grow. Only when I stood in front of her did she notice me. "Hi" I
said, "how are you"? Not much of an introduction, but I didn't know anything
more fancy to say.

She seemed to welcome my talking to her guess not many people do- and she
invited me to sit down. I don't think she noticed the, by now, huge bulge in my
shorts. I asked her where she lived and she gave me an address not far away.
She told me that she was staying with one of her daughters, but that she'd run
away after they had had a quarrel almost one month ago. She apologized for not
having washed that long, but I said I didn't mind. She just smiled.

We sat there for a while saying nothing. My dick was hard as a rock by now, but
she still hadn't seemed to notice.

"I see you're not wearing a bra." I broke the silence. "May I touch," I asked.
Without awaiting her answer I just grabbed her tits. They were big and saggy,
and I could feel her erect nipples. "Nice tits," I said.

"You like 'em," she replied.

"Yeah. They're great, big and soft," I said in return. She immediately pulled
her shirt up so that I could see them in full glory. "Wow," was all I could
say. I grabbed one and started to suck on the big nipple. Her tits were coated
with dirt, which increased my lust even further. She moaned softly.

"You're not wearing a bra, how 'bout underwear," I asked in between sucking her
foul-smelling tits. She didn't reply but instead invitingly pulled up the
sarong. The pungent odor of her thighs penetrated my nose and I savored the
aroma. "Gosh you smell good," I said, and I grabbed between her legs. Her cunt
was huge and dripping wet. I stuck two fingers in her slimy fuck hole and
pulled them out again. The odor of the wet substance on my fingers was
overwhelming. I sucked them until there was no more taste. It was just
delicious. With some difficulty I lowered my shorts, taking out my hard prick.
The horny slut grabbed it immediately and started to jerk fast.

"Let's go for a ride," I suggested. She smiled, showing me her stained teeth.
We got up and walked to the car. I needed to find a place where we could have
sex without being interrupted by unruly individuals.

When I started the car, she moved her face over to mine and started to kiss me.
I hungrily put my tongue deep inside her mouth, to my surprise it tasted sweet.
This dirty old stinking woman, with her unwashed sarong at her ankles and her
sagging tits in that equally dirty loose hanging shirt, was one hot bitch. I
tried to swallow as much of her sliver as I could. It made me so excited that I
had trouble not cumming there and then.

I put the car into gear and drove off. She sat next to me with her legs spread
wide, a naughty grin on her face. "I like you," she said, playing with my dick,
which she had freed from the confines of my shorts. When we reached the main
road, I got a shock. There was a roadblock, with police stopping each passing
car. I panicked, and slipped my cock back into my pants. She pulled up her
sarong, but there was not enough room for her to fasten it around her waste, so
she kept it loose barely covering her belly. The upper parts of her leg and her
ass were still very much visible. "Driving license, please," the policeman
barked when I had moved down the window. The car must have been smelly from my
newfound girlfriend, I thought, as I noticed the cop's reaction. He eyed me in
a strange way, and I said a short silent prayer. The policeman checked my
license and looked at my passenger. Luckily he didn't ask for her ID, and we
were allowed to continue our journey. Phew, that was a close shave, I thought.
Thank God. Relieved we took off, in search for a quiet place to have sex.

I remembered that there was a forest behind the zoo, which should be deserted
at this hour. It was only a mere fifteen minutes away from the point where we
were. On the way there I told her how much she turned me on, and asked her if
she knew of more man who liked unwashed older woman. She told me that her name
was Shanti, and that during the past month she had been fucked only once, by a
drunk Indian, late at night in an alley behind the offices. It wasn't very
good, she said, because he almost couldn't keep his hard on, due to his drunken
stupor.

We reached the road that led behind the zoo. No one was there. Good. We stopped
next to a wooden picnic table with attached bench. The place was completely
dark, so I let the front lights of my Malaysian-made car on. Let's take off our
clothes, I wanted to say, but Shanti had already dropped her sarong and was
pulling her T-shirt over her head. That's my girl, I thought, and I too started
to undress.

"Lay down on the table," I order her, and she did as she was told. She put her
plump body on the table, with her ass just reaching over the edge, which made
gave me easy access to her love holes. I sat on the bench in front of her and
let the strong smell penetrate my nose. "Gosh you smell sooooo good," I
murmured. "You like it," she asked.

"You bet I do." I was no longer the groomed marketing executive of earlier of
the day, but turned into a hungry animal. I attacked her wide-open cunt like a
wild boar and started to lick the filthy, stinking cunt in front of me. It was
dripping wet and I swallowed as much of her juices as I could. "Oh yeah, lick
me good. Eat my filthy cunt," she cried. "Clean it with your tongue. Do
anything you like. Anything."

After enjoying her pussy for another fifteen minutes, during which time she
came at least twice, it was time to explore the area below. Lit by the car
lamps I could see pieces of dried shit that were stuck in her hairy asshole.
The stench was incredibly overwhelming, but I enjoyed it more than anything.
She obviously hadn't bothered to wipe her ass after taking a dump. Why would
she anyway? It wouldn't have made any difference, would it?

I pulled her ass further open, giving me a good view of the loose crack. I
started to lick and suck her shit hole as if there was no tomorrow. Some of the
dried up shit started to come loose and I ate it. I'd do anything now to
satisfy my perverted feelings of lust. "You like my shit," Shanti asked. "Eat
it, you horny bastard. Eat my shit." "Mmmmm. It tastes soooo good. Gimme more,
please gimme more," I was really into this now and I wanted more, more of this
dirty, stinking waste.

Suddenly I felt my hair getting wet. She started to piss. "Drink this, honey,"
she said. I raised my thirsty mouth and moved it directly into the path of the
flow. It didn't taste salty at all, more like water. Perhaps because she'd been
drinking liquor. It tasted damn good to me, and I swallowed as fast as I could.
She must have drunk a lot, because the pee just kept coming and coming. I
savored every drop of it. I love the taste of fresh, warm piss. Wish I could
have it all the time. "More, more," I begged her when the flow started to
finally lessen. "That's it, boy," she said. "My bladder's empty now, but I can
give you something else." I understood. "Yeah, please give it to me, please let
me eat your shit."

I moved my hungry mouth back down towards her ass and saw a thick brown turd
slowly coming out. It became bigger and bigger, a dark brown solid piece of
crap. I closed my lips around it and started sucking it. It tasted mightily
bitter. I bit it into pieces and mixed it with my sliver to make it easier to
chew. "Show me your mouth, you pig," the bitch said. "Show me how you eat my
shit." I did as I was told and showed her how much I loved the taste of her
waste. When I finally finished the first turd I begged her for more, and she
dutifully complied with my request. This time an even longer, but much softer
piece slid out of her wide hole. It was easier to chew and tasted a less bitter
than the first one. I tried to tell her how wonderful it tasted, but my mouth
was too full of shit to speak. "Eat my shit, eat it all," the old Indian whore
demanded while she was playing with her big clit, and I was more than eager to
oblige. "Ahhhhhh," she moaned. Me eating her shit had made her come once again.

I was hungry for more and ate another three turds. It was all she had to give
to me. I tried to clean her ass with my tongue, but it was so dirty that I
didn't manage. Yanti didn't care a bit. "You can do that another time," she
said while she lifted herself from the table. "Now I want your cock," she said.
She squatted down and took my cock in her filthy mouth. She sucked it
furiously, making it so wet with her sliver that it started to drip down in
long drools from the corner of her mouth. She was an expert cocksucker.

"Fuck me now," she demanded. She got up and gave me a long French kiss while I
stuck two of my fingers in her ass. My shitty mouth didn't put her off, on the
contrary. She smacked so much that I thought she wouldn't stop. While she
climbed back up the table I sucked my fingers clean. She spread her legs as far
as she could and my dick slid in easily. It was so wet and wide that I could
hardly feel any grip. I fucked her like a madman, and came within two minutes.
Normally I can hold back, but I had become so horny that I couldn't this time.
With great satisfaction I emptied my balls inside her grotto. "Why didn't you
save some for my mouth," she said disappointed. "I love cum." Thereupon she
stuck three fingers deep inside her sticky cunt, fishing for my sperm. She
stuck them into her mouth, sucking them clean. She repeated the movement
another few times until she couldn't get any more out. I looked at my watch, it
was almost eleven o'clock. "Let's get back," I said.

We pulled our clothes back on and drove back to my office, where I washed
myself for almost half an hour. It was hard to get rid of the stench. I took
some chewing gum and a clove cigarette, to remove the smell even further.
Shanti had no inclination to wash herself. She said I could clean her with my
tongue next time. This, of course, I promised. I gave her some money (for
which, I'm sure, she was going to buy cheap liquor) and drove off. I opened the
windows, because the car smelled of a potent mixture of shit, piss, alcohol and
sweat. It was gone before I reached home. My wife was asleep, so I took another
long shower. When she asked me the following morning I told her I'd had an
exhausting and rough evening. She didn't notice my wicked smile.

I met Yanti another three times over the next two months. She had not washed
herself even once since the first time we had sex. To me she smelled better
than the most expensive perfume money could buy. She would save up her bodily
waste especially for my enjoyment. Never in my life I have drunk so much piss
and eaten so much shit. It was the best sex experience I've ever had. I swear
that if I had still been a bachelor I would have married her. Never in my life
have I met a woman like her. One day she disappeared. Unfortunately, I never
saw her again.

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