Megs had desperately sought a woman to dominate her in special ways. She yearned to be controlled and, with that control, to be subjected not only to depraved sexual acts, but be exposed to embarrassment and humiliation. An elegant, stylishly attired businesswoman, her hair always perfectly in place, her nails immaculately done, dressed so very precisely, Megs gave off an aura of almost over concern with the crisp and clean and tidy image of herself she presented to others
But deep down she craved the very opposite – to wallow in filth and degradation, to be transformed into a wantonly dirtied, soiled, defiled version of herself. And this is one thing about Megs that Denise found so alluring, the stark contrast between the outer woman, so elegant and presentable, and the hidden, private, inner woman, obsessed with filthy bodily functions and their shameful revelation.
For this transformation, Denise, her controller, had been well-selected. A committed lesbian, rather than a bisexual like Megs herself, she was younger than Megs. While petite and slender and deceptively feminine, Denise was immensely self-assured, effortlessly controlling. Denise could almost from the start sense, without ever being told, the nature of Megs’s yearnings. They had met a few times already and Megs had been well-used by Denise, well ‘topped’ in the parlance of lesbians keen on dominance and submission and discipline. Memories of those nights, those spectacular sessions roiled Megs’s feverish brain.
And for today, Denise promised more, much more – a descent into deep, deep filth and extraordinary degradation.
To this end, Denise had arranged for Megs to visit her in her apartment and to prepare to spend the entire afternoon and evening there. She was told to bring a fresh set of clothes with her – she’d definitely need those clothes by the time she left – and this instruction not only deeply piqued her interest, but made Megs shudder with dread, apprehension and immense arousal.
Since it was a major holiday, the small apartment building would be empty of its tenants, but for Denise and her guest. Megs asked about the relevance of that. Denise smiled at the other woman knowingly, wickedly.
“We then won’t have to concern ourselves with any special sounds and, especially, any extraordinary smells,” she explained mysteriously.
Megs had been instructed by Denise to make certain that both her bladder and rectum were completely full at the time of arrival, and to achieve this by avoiding urination and defecation for as long as possible before her visit. Though this was the way Megs normally dressed, she was nonetheless told, told rather ominously, to dress smartly, to arrive in her business suit, with a white cotton blouse, white stockings and underwear. She immediately guessed this would not be a session where Denise took her even further down the corridors of lesbian sex, but would be something more bizarre, something more depraved and perverted. For the day prior, she had been immensely excited and aroused, and nervous and fearful at the same time. “What have I let myself in for?” she asked herself, “I suppose she wants to see me piss and shit.” She had once let slip to Denise her fascination with toilet acts and accidents.
On her way to Denise’s, the fullness inside her, in bladder and bowels, was making her both rather desperate for relief and immensely apprehensive about just what Denise had in mind for her. The need to evacuate felt especially extreme now because Denise had instructed Megs to insert a large suppository into her rectum just before she departed her home for Denise’s apartment. Her fingers had trembled when she had reached back to insert the large glycerin bullet into her anus, soon feeling its effects as it melted inside her and mixed with her stool.
When Megs arrived, she saw Denise was dressed in a black sleeveless top and baggy denim jeans – barefoot, no tights, obviously no bra, and, she supposed, no panties either. This was her style, natural and casual. She knew that under those clothes were unshaven armpits and a thick pubic bush.
Denise welcomed Megs with a warm hug, pressing her body hard against Megs’s so Megs was able to feel the lesbian’s erect nipples against her soft breasts, even through the layers of clothing. Then she felt a very large, hard object hidden under her jeans, pressing into Megs’s skirt. This she knew was the immense dildo Denise had already used on her, several times having fucked her with a raw, furious power she would never forget.
“Yes, Ms. Jenkins, I’m already wearing my strap-on. And, by the way, you look really good today; that outfit you’re wearing suits you perfectly, the ‘proper’ business ‘lady’ on the surface, but oh so very, very nasty underneath, craving unspeakable depravities and degradations, craving excruciating humiliations, isn’t that right?”
Megs shuddered hearing this, blushing and nodding, the words a prelude to perversions and ordeals she was sure she’d be made to endure over afyon escort many long hours.
“Now get undressed down to your undies, Megs,” Denise instructed her, “and, oh, do keep on your blouse but undo the buttons.” Megs did as ordered, a curious mix of respectability and wantonness animating her face and movements.
“Before we start, I really do need to go to the bathroom. And I suppose you want to watch. That’s why you insisted I hold it all in until I arrived, isn’t it?”
“Watch what?” Denise asked mischievously, smiling at Megs’s naiveté.
Megs was so embarrassed, knowing Denise was making her say the difficult words, words which to her were somehow deeply transgressive and obscene.
“Watch as …… I urinate …. and do …. empty my bowels,” she said timidly.
“You mean piss and shit. Say it, Ms. Jenkins.”
Megs felt so humiliated asked to speak those words.
“Watch as I ….. piss and …… shit.”
“Watch me as I piss and shit!”
“But not in the bathroom, come here.”
Denise led her into the bedroom. The king-size bed was bare except for a fresh clean white cotton sheet, under which she could see the large white plastic waterproof mattress-protector. She knew immediately that she was in for more than a ‘normal’ domme-sub session with her new lesbian Mistress. She was now truly certain now that this was going to be much more bizarre, more depraved, perverted and starkly filthy. Involuntarily, from the fullness and anticipation both, she leaked some urine into the crotch of her panties.
Megs stood there, half undressed, as Denise beckoned her closer.
“Stand straight, and still,” Denise commanded.
Kneeling down, Denise slowly peeled down her white panties and took them off.
“What’s this, Megs? I said fresh, clean ones. These are soiled, look.”
They had been brand new this morning, Megs had been so careful to shower and wipe herself thoroughly before putting on those fresh panties. But there in the crotch was a sticky damp patch, the result of the urinary leaking moments ago.
“I’m sorry Denise. I was so aroused at the thought of what we would do, how you might be using me, today. And I was so, so full that I just leaked a little.”
“Good, Megs. That’s how I like my sluts, so aroused they lose control. Now get up on the bed and kneel. On all fours. Legs apart, wider.”
Megs adopted the humiliating position, one which made her feel so exposed and vulnerable.
Then Denise stripped down, clad in only her strap-on, as Megs could see, looking over her shoulder. The rubber phallus jutted out proud and firm, so immense, it seemed. At least ten inches long, and more than two inches across, Megs guessed. The shaft was veined and warty, and the knob was large and broad, with a slight neck between its base and the main shaft. Megs knew Denise was going to fuck her with it. But just how? Under what conditions? In what state?
“Let’s get you lubed first. Get that ass spread,” Denise ordered. Megs willingly adopted the most degrading position she knew, tucking the fingers of each hand into either side of her ‘split’ and prying her cleft apart, exposing her anal crevice. She well knew that Denise could now see her vividly displayed puckered anus and she went red with shame and embarrassment as she exposed herself so wantonly and lewdly. She worried that when Denise finally began probing that anal cleft with her fingers, her nearly unendurable fullness would give way. She was aware that the moment those fingers of Denise’s penetrated the anal barrier and dug up into the anal passage, Megs just would not be able to control her bowels, to pull back on the massive load contained within her, and Denise would immediately sense the thick, pregnant, fecal mass starting to work its way towards her rear exit, to then slither its way out over her fingers and hands. And that is just what happened as Denise dug in, felt the shit immediately inside the sphincter and went to work making use of it, scooping it up with two fingertips and smearing it all around her anus.
Megs was now fully aware of the ordeal about to follow: she was going to be ass-fucked with that whopper, and with her bowels fully packed, at that! She feared, feared with absolute knowing certainty, that Denise would be doing things that would make a thorough mess of her, a soiled, filthy mess of the lovely new white stockings with the pretty lacy top, her new blouse and bra — all these would be completely ruined. Despite this, or maybe because of it, she could not overcome the depraved craving she felt for the fecal abuse she was sure was imminent.
The very tip of the dildo passed easily through her sphincter and up into her anal passage, slickened by the lubrication of fresh stool just extruded from her rectum, as stuffed as a sausage. At first the movement felt smooth, even if the fullness began to seem even fuller. But then, suddenly, she felt agrı escort a sharp pain as her anal ring was stretched by the widest part of the dildo, the bottom of that fearsome head with its wide round base.
“Aaarrrgghhhhhhhh…!!!” she yelped. Fortunately the widest part was through her anus and the worst was over. Or was it? The sudden intrusion played instant havoc with her bladder, as the addition of the dildo’s shaft to the already packed rectum placed additional pressure on the urine-bloated bladder and Megs began to release more urine, spurting piss onto the clean white sheets. She tried to clench her muscles, but in vain, the force from within was just too strong. The stream went on and on, jetting the forbidden liquid, the sharp-scented urine onto the pristine bed with its fresh, starched sheets. Denise took in the obscene spectacle, while Megs groaned and wept, wallowing in her deep humiliation, an adult, normally self-controlled woman now urinating uncontrollably, like a helpless toddler.
Denise smiled to herself, a satisfied, almost smug smile as Meg lost control and pissed as Denise pushed in. There Megs knelt, presenting herself to Denise like a bitch in heat, on all fours, on elbows and knees, sticking out that ass of hers, so utterly exposed and vulnerable, an elegant woman suddenly transformed into a female of filth. Denise pulled the dildo out for a moment to have a look at the violated entrance, the puckered anus, already dirtied, sitting there like a greasy brown bud. Megs somehow looked even more lewd and vulnerable and dirtied attired this way — still wearing stockings, the white, open blouse, the white bra underneath — than if she had been stark naked. This state of partial undress only highlighted the utter nakedness and vulnerability of her ass, her lower regions, the sphincter as Denise’s lewd target, as passageway to a cave of filth.
Her anus was dirtied because Denise had already slid fingers inside, immediately feeling the clay-like fullness of an immense fecal mass filling Megs’s rectum. The introduction of her probing fingers triggered an unavoidable defecatory instinct as Megs pushed out, in effect trying to shit as her anus was being plugged and probed. But the dike could not be entirely plugged, shit insistently oozing out around Denise’s fingers. This fecal discharge was certainly not unwelcome. In fact, Denise had immediately thought to make use of it by smearing some around the other woman’s anus and using it as a lubricant. After all, she had an immense 10″ long dildo strapped to herself, more than 2″ thick. This dildo had been destined for Megs’s ass, and to accommodate such a gigantic phallus, her anus needed to be well lubricated. Why not be as natural and economical as possible, and use her own shit, mashed into a greasy brown paste, to lubricate her in preparation for a stunning rectal fuck? And that’s what she had done, now reaching down to scoop up even more with which to coat the massive dildo.
And then, again taking the thick shaft in hand, she pressed the fat tip once more against the obscenely dirty anus and forced it in, inch by thick inch. Megs groaned even more loudly with this intrusion, with this forceful anal invasion, wincing, throwing her head back, flinging it from side to side, biting down on her lower lip, breaking out in a sweat — but bravely enduring this first stage of the stunning rectal assault. Megs’s ass — her filthy, shitty, ass – was getting fucked, fucked by the petite but powerful and relentlessly driven dyke.
As she grabbed hold of Meg’s hips with brown-smudged fingers and thrust forward, Denise knew that inside her rectum a storm was brewing, a shit storm. After all, she was plunging that massive dildo not into an empty rectal cave, but into one densely packed with shit. Megs had guessed Denise would be fucking her ass with the largest of her dildos. Normally she would’ve taken an enema beforehand to flush out that debris inside that fecally clogged space and make room for the phallus. But secretly she craved something more extreme, something more perverse, something much dirtier. And so when Denise told her to make sure not to shit before coming over, she obeyed. Both she and Denise were of like mind, in their feverish minds imagining the dildo forced through a thick fecal barrier, and so when Denise had made a point of telling Megs not to shit for days on end prior to the meeting, Megs was only too happy to comply, however difficult it had been to fight back the many defecatory urges.
The fetid, acrid, stinking wastes had marinated, had cooked and festered in the humid rectal oven for days now, simmering in her cauldron of filth. She could feel it so vividly as the fecal mass grew and expanded, pressing more and more against the walls of her bowels, pressing down into her anal passage and sphincter, so insistent. The need, the urge to shit had become greater and greater, culminating earlier in deep, frank cramps, the pressure inside her rectum and against her anal passage and sphincter akdere escort so severe now as the dildo only added to the immense mass within her.
And so now as Denise rhythmically thrust the entire length of her dildo into Meg’s fully packed bowels, two things happened. On the one hand she forced some of her shit even deeper inside, well up into her colon. And on the other (and at the other end) shit escaped from her rectum, was extruded, as Denise plowed ahead. After all, a dildo 10 inches thick and more than 2 wide constituted a rather large volume entering Megs’s ass with each thrust. And with her rectum packed with a solid fecal mass, that volume had somehow to be displaced, as… shit! Most would be forced even deeper, packed in even more tightly. But some escaped, oozing out of her anus.
As Denise kept fucking Megs, several more things happened. Inside, the solid fecal mass was being broken up, mashed, severed. And where Denise entered Megs, her anus, that hole of hers was being stretched and dilated, making it even easier for shit to escape. And so Denise now could see that with each outward pull from the depths of Megs’s ass, more and more feces clung to the dildo until that dildo was heavily caked with her shit, soon completely brown. At the same time, thick fecal sludge was being squeezed out of her rectum as toothpaste from a tube and sliding down the inside of her thighs, and down onto the bed.
“Look at you! You are so full of shit,” Denise cackled lewdly as Megs looked over her shoulder and blushed deeply, “you should see it back here. Fucking your shitty ass, Megs, is turning into a messy, stinking — and delicious –- effort, you beautiful, shit-filled bitch! Tell me how much you crave it. How you crave the filth, how you yearn to be fucked… and soiled! Go on, Megs, shit for me! Shit for me as I fuck your filthy, shitty ass, as I ream out your rectum with my massive girl-cock. Tell me you want it, let me hear you say it!”
“Fuck me,” Megs hissed, blushing and shamed and yet bold now, “Fuck my disgustingly filthy ass, Denise! I’m a filthy, stinking whore and I need my shit-clogged rectum reamed and battered! I need to be soiled and dirtied, violated and defiled!”
Denise’s hands were brown and soiled now from handling Megs’s greasy anus and shit. As she dug those hands into her hips while fucking Megs, she left imprints on those hips. Her fucking was furious now as she rammed her massive dildo into the other woman’s filth-packed rectum, her hand moving down, around, all over, soiling Megs’s stockings, her blouse, her white bra, her skin, leaving brown streaks and splotches and smudges everywhere, ‘marking’ Megs excitedly with her own stinking fecal wastes. Even working her shitty fingers through Megs’s hair, clumping the strands with shit. Denise’s rough dyke girl-cock power, the 10 inches of thick dildo pounding furiously into the depths of Megs’s bowels left Megs howling and shaking, sweating and panting and, finally, yet another time losing control of her bladder as she pissed uncontrollably once more, splashing urine over herself, on the bed, even on Denise, the spill and acrid aroma of her urine now added to the mess and earthy stench of her shit.
With each thrust into her bowels, more and more shit spewed out of Megs as she befouled herself utterly, shit as paste, shit as slurry oozing out of her ravaged, profoundly violated asshole.
“Crap for me!” Denise hissed into Megs’s ear as she leaned down while fucking her, “crap for me while I fuck your stinking, cock-loving ass, you filthy shitter. Megs, the befouled, shit-loving shitter, isn’t that right? Crap while I fuck you. Let it out while I force it in.”
Her words made Megs swoon, made her heart skip a beat.
“I’m crapping! I’m crapping!” she howled.
Denise kept it up like this for a while until she momentarily pulled the dildo out of Megs’s ass.
“I know how much you want and need to shit it all out, bitch, but do not shit it out, not yet,” she ordered as she slowly pulled the dildo out of Megs’s ass. The dildo of course was completely caked with shit. Now Denise took that filthy, greasy phallus and smacked her buttocks with it, leaving brown imprints, then rolled the dildo over Meg’s cheeks.
“You love to be soiled and defiled, don’t you, Megs-the-shitter?” Denise asked mockingly.
Megs looked over her shoulder at Denise blushing again, nodding that she did indeed crave to be soiled and defiled.
Then Denise again forced the dildo back inside her ass and kept fucking Megs. There was filth everywhere, stench everywhere, piss and shit, stains and smudges!
“Okay, Megs,” Denise finally said, “now I’m going to pull it out and you can do whatever you want, you can let go.”
And so she pulled her dildo out of Megs’s rectum and only caught a quick glimpse of the obscenely dilated, dirty hole when the volcano suddenly erupted, spewing, blasting, exploding out of her rectum the putrid wastes Denise had loosened and churned with her violent ass fucking. If the stink and stench weren’t enough, now a bounty of acrid brown filth exited Meg’s rectum as shit — nuggets and logs and chunks amidst a thick brown slurry – all blasting out of her filthy bowels as out of a cannon.