I took my cock in hand and rubbed the head against her wet slit, teasing her clit with slow, steady strokes before sinking into her dripping cunt. She squirted immediately, her juices spraying out wildly as the unmistakable sound of her shit hitting the water behind her rang out with staccato plop after plop. Her face had turned fire engine red, humiliated beyond reason by the overwhelming embarrassment.
Locking gazes with her, I snarled low and coarse, "I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock as you crap." Not delaying, I forced my cock deep into her pussy, feeling her inner muscles clutch firmly about me as she kept on relieving herself, the depraved pressure heightening my lust.
Vanessa tossed back her head in unbridled, savage delight, her mouth wide open as she emitted a shameless moan. "Aaaaaaaaah! Fuck!" she screamed, rolling around in pain beneath me as I rammed her hard, little hole with wild abandon. Her body tried to betray its embarrassment and let out noisome, shameless flatulence, one after another followed by more dung plopping in heavy bombs into the bowl in front of her.
The stench was everywhere, thick, acrid and foul—but the fire burning deep within me didn't let it deter it any.
Bridging her hips with both arms, my hands grasped tightly into her silky skin as I rocked my pelvis with ferocious rhythm, fucking her mindlessly, cock pounding deep within her repeatedly.
I could sense each movement in her stomach—the rolling of her shit within her, the filth sliding lower—enhancing the forbidden excitement that made my cock throb with violent desire. Her cunt tightened each time with each contraction, the feelings uncooked and animal, completely overwhelming.
The air was filled with the grotesque noises of gas and spattering shit, but all I could think about was how tight and dirty her pussy felt around me. She was a dirty mess, and I enjoyed every moment of it.
One hand went up to reach for her bouncing tit, squeezing the soft flesh firmly while my other kept her pinned down. Her body contorted under the pressure of each thrust, tits jiggling, nipples as hard as diamonds—making me even more sexually excited than I ever thought I'd be.
"Lucian, aaaaaah!" she moaned, pussy fluttering around me in the midst of her orgasm, contractions sucking me deeper into her with every pulse.
I grunted and slammed her harder, dragging her closer to the edge of the toilet seat. My cock was buried to the hilt inside her as the last of her shit dropped away, and she leaned into the raw filth and pleasure like it was a drug.
"Aaaaaah, Lucian, I'm cumming, aaaaaaaaah!" she moaned, her pussy locking around my cock like a vice, milking me with impossible tightness.
My muscles contracted, peak striking like a tidal wave. I burst deep within her, every strong surge of hot cum causing her body to shiver and spasm against mine.
She groaned in rhythm with every beat, her voice a blend of delirium and bliss. "Aaaaaah, aaah, aaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaah, aah, aaaah!"
Her strength failed her, body falling forward over the toilet seat, hardly managing to remain upright as her breath came in desperate, ragged gasps.
Even as we fell together, her pussy still clamped around my cock, milking every last drop of cum as the filth, the lust, and the overwhelming release devoured us both.
I looked down at Vanessa, her body collapsed and trembling—not from exhaustion, but from the overwhelming waves of pleasure that still coursed through her.
My cum, lodged deep within her ass and pussy, acted like magic, healing each ache and throb that I had caused her holes in our hard session. I embraced her tightly, her heart pounding violently against mine. Her body still shook with aftershock.
"Let's get you cleaned up, dirty girl," I whispered in her ear, supporting her to her feet. I guided her into the tub and grasped the jet spray.
"Here. Wash your dirty ass," I told her, handing it over. She took it with her eyes cast down, still looking flushed with shyness and embarrassment.
Even after all of it—after getting nailed like a dirty slut right there on the toilet—Vanessa still blushed, embarrassed that I'd witnessed her like that. It was strangely sweet—her innocence jarringly contrasted with the debased role she'd just taken on. I sneered at the inconsistency.
"You… you're really… how can you fuck me in a situation like that?" she stuttered, her eyes darting away, her cheeks burning a deep red.
I smiled, taunting her in a wicked voice.
"Oh, so I was the only one having fun? 'Cause it sure as fuck felt like your pussy was clamping down on the soul from my cock while you were spilling your crap."
She wriggled, obviously not able to bear the words, the recollection of what transpired still new and painful.
"Don't… don't say that… it wasn't me," she protested pitifully.
"Then let's try again and see," I told her, voice low and commanding.
She was still washing, my cum dripping from her as she spread her lips open, sitting on the edge of the tub with her feet firmly planted on the floor.
I moved in and took the spray from her grasp. I gripped it firmly, spreading her pussy lips apart and shooting the water right at her cunt. The pressure caused her to moan aloud.
"Mmmmmm, aaaahhh—don't…" she shouted out, but the expression in her eyes gave her away—pleasure overcoming any resistance.
I kept spraying her with one hand while the other stroked her clit, already hardened beneath my fingers.
Finally, I allowed her to recline on the floor, legs spread far apart, baring her completely. She'd already washed away everything using the spray, and nothing was left behind.
"Spread your butt. I need to see inside," I commanded.
Blushing wildly, she hesitated for a second—then complied, stretching back and spreading her cheeks wide apart.
I checked out her hole, clean and pink. Satisfied, I put the nozzle of the jet spray up against her asshole and let water fill her, making sure it was all cleaned well before I fucked her ass again.
I wasn't gonna let my dick be covered in her shit—no matter how fucking horny I was.