The Brown Blogger
Introduction:
The Life and Times of Judy Bellingham. ‘I pretty much talk shit’
You know how everyone says their job is shit? Well, mine is. Literally. So this is the tale of how I ended up, not just doing porn, I mean, yeah, daddy issues, blah, blah, but how I ended up doing scat porn and the person responsible for it. Aside from my dad, that is. Ah, just kidding, dad. Love you lots!
No the one person responsible was a man. It’s always a man for us girls, and me a bit as well, I guess. So who am I? Well, when this story starts, I’m Judy Bellingham, 21 y/o, at uni studying English Lit.
I’m 5’4, shoulder-length dark hair, glasses, kind of nerdy, curvy, not fat but not slim either, big boobs, always loved my boobs, and my bum, it’s a generous bum. Legs are okay, but supermodel legs they are not. No tats, but I have a belly button piercing which is about as ‘out there’ as I get.
I have an exhibitionist streak though, and I like men, and I like sex. I will fool around with girls, but I like men. A lot. Short men, tall men, fat guys, thin guys. Old dudes. Young dudes. Yeah, I like men. I’m a regular girl with no real hang-ups, well except for my legs, and a girl who likes guys who like fun. It’s not complicated. Truthfully I’m not a complicated girl.
For extra cash, I dabble in a bit of modelling. You like a girl getting her tits out while you take pics? Then I’m okay with that as long as you pay. And yeah, I know you also want to see full-on naked girls, and I’m cool with that too.
You want to see my veejay? Sure, okay it costs a little more, oh, you want full open leg? Hey, just pony up, and we’re fine. So I’m soon doing open pussy sets, but again that wasn’t entirely my fault. Danielle, who ran a small photographic studio and had an endless supply of overweight guys (no fat shaming, Judes) with a camera to hide behind, was always saying, ‘just show a little bit more babe, and there will be a bit more cash for you’, in her Danish accent.
So I had no problem supplementing my income by prancing around in the nude or pretending to be super horny while playing with myself. I always have fun playing ‘Jugs Judy’.
Yeah, that’s my modelling name. I didn’t think to choose a fake name and given my boobs, ‘Jugs Judy’ was what I became. The trick is having people remember you. People remembered ‘Jugs Judy’, and I’m low maintenance, friendly and reliable. That last one will keep you employed as an adult model a lot longer than looks or big boobs.
This guy then, you want me to get to him? Okay, his name was Steve, thirties, confident, bit arrogant, good looking. His mate Barry was the opposite, shyer, and liked taking pictures of me. Well, not just me, any girl really. Steve sometimes came along, grinning as I got my tits out, and giving me the look. You know the look. The look says, ‘hey I’m cool, I’m fun. I have a big cock’. Arrogant tosser.
But he was fun, made me laugh, so we swapped numbers, had drinks, made out a couple of times and then ended up in bed. Steve was good in bed. No hang-ups, no weird kinks, liked a laugh and was a good kisser. We had fun.
And then it all went to shit.
This one time we were a bit drunk, and just finished a nice meal out. I’m feeling good, Steve is treating me nice, because he is a charming bastard when he wants to be, and we are back at his apartment necking on his couch before he carries me to the bedroom as I shed clothes everywhere. Which turned out to be a smart move.
I’m ripping off his shirt and undoing his jeans, damn he had a lovely cock, not too big, not too small, just hitting the spot. He has his cock in my mouth, god he tasted good too, his balls are heavy and warm – don’t you just love balls? You just want to eat them.
And then we are fucking. My legs are wrapped around him, he is nibbling my ear, and squeezing my arse, his cock is banging my pussy, then a change of pace bit slower more measured, but still nice. Then his cock slips out, and he rubs against my arsehole.
“My dick fancies a change of scenery,” he whispers all charm and seduction.
I hesitate for a fraction as a girl has to make sure everything is like, okay down there, but the mood is good, and the sex is good, and I’m a heady mix of endorphins and alcohol.
“Sure babe, do in me in the ass,” and he slips inside me easily enough. I’m relaxed, my juices are acting as lube and hey, it ain’t my first time.
And it’s all good, he isn’t that deep inside me, and I’m all dreamy, the sex is still fantastic, and then he pulls out and tips me over on all fours.
“Whoa, steady there boy,” I giggle.
“I want to get deeper, Judes, fuck your sexy ass.”
I’m too gone to care, and I like being manhandled during sex, so I’m all, ‘Yeah, fuck my ass, babe, fuck me like a dirty bitch’. So he did.
About 10 seconds in I’m thinking this may be a mistake, 20 seconds in I know it’s a huge fucking mistake.
I have a pain in my gut, and the urgent need to take a shit and his cock now balls deep, is the catalyst for potential disaster.
“Babe, you have to stop,” I said, trying to remain calm. “Babe! Steve, for fuck’s sake!” I say more urgently this time.
“You all right?” He finally gasps still pumping into me, his strong grip making sure I can’t wriggle away.
“No, I’m fucking not!” My concern is starting to penetrate his fogged brain. “I’ve got to go and go right now!”
“Go where babe?”
Fuck’s sake.
“You want me to spell it out? I need to go to the bathroom.”
“You need to piss? Now?” He sounded miffed.
“No not piss you fucking idiot, I need to, you know,” look I’m a lady, we don’t go around advertising our toilet habits.
“Eh? Oooh!” The penny drops and the fucker starts laughing.
“Am I stirring the poop pot?” He grins and starts rotating his hips with his dick in my ass.
“Cut that shit out,” I snap. “It ain’t funny!”
“No its hot, come on baby, shit for me,” he slams deep inside me, hooking his arms around my tummy and squeezing.
“Owww for fuck’s sake you fucking bastard, get your cock out of my arse!” I gurgle, trying to unhook his arms.
“Sure babe.”
The release of his dick was like pulling the plug, and I’m shitting everywhere, it’s flowing down the back of my legs, and the sick bastard is trying to stick his cock in me again. I’m screaming abuse, can’t stop shitting, and he’s trying to quieten me down and fuck me at the same time, all of which leads to him pulling me up by my hips and me sliding back into my own stinking mess. I stop yelling now that I’m chin deep in my own shit.
I guess at this point you’re thinking ‘she lands in her own shit, likes it and ends up fucking him in the messy bed, yay!’ Well, this is real life, so no it didn’t. Instead, I elbow him hard in the stomach, scramble out and make my way crying to the bathroom. Shitty footprints everywhere and me trying to hold the shit still coming out with my hand.
I sat on the floor sobbing for 10 minutes, trying to wipe myself clean for another 10 and then grabbed a shower.
By the time I’m out Steve is bunging shitty sheets into bin bags. He looks up as I came through picking up some of my clothes. At least he had the decency to look a bit sheepish.
“Sorry babe.”
“Fuck off and drop dead.”
“In that order?”
“You think this is fucking funny?”
“Well, a bit and it was fucking hot, Judes.”
I gaped at him in fury
“And if you think about it, it was you shitting everywhere, I mean who is the wronged party here?” He spread his arms with that cocksure grin annoying the fuck out of me.
It was the first and only time I’ve ever gone for someone. Steve was 6 foot and strong, but I got in enough tasty kicks and punches before he subdued me.
“Okay,” he growled, “I’ll let you have that, but do it again, and I’ll slap you back and hard.” His eyes said he meant it.
I nodded and he let me go.
“Rest of my clothes?” I ask coldly.
“On the chair over there. You missed them in the great shitting disaster of the decade.”
“Fuck you,” I said again. Trembling, I called an Uber and vowed never to see him again.
I refused to see Barry as well, which upset him, but I didn’t want to see him and have Steve tag along with his shit-eating cocky grin, so I said tough. Danielle is okay with it, but she did ask why when Barry offered more money. We all knew Barry was harmless, so it seemed odd to her. I told her why.
“You really shit the bed, hun? Oh, dear,” tears are streaking down her cheeks. Tears of laughter, obviously. Danielle was in her mid-forties, great figure, blonde and been working in the adult industry since she was 19. Nothing fazed or shocked her, and she wasn’t big on cuddles or sympathy. “You, you shit the bed, you get it? Its an expression!” Danielle shrieked, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
“Yeah, I get it. Hilarious. Please stop, my sides are aching,” I said crossly, but I was trying not to laugh. It did have its funny side.
“He stick his dick in your ass then boom! Shit bomb!” She mimicked an explosion. “Oh god, I’m going to piss myself!”
By now I’m howling with laughter too. She is a great woman Danielle. Love her to bits. Cow.
I say cow because it was Danielle’s fault what happens next. A week or so after I reveal the ‘shit bomb’ experience, she rings me up with a modelling assignment. Great, I say. Pay is very good, she says. Even better, I say. It’s fooling around with another girl, Becky. No problem, I say. Lovely girl, says Danielle. 28, experienced, friendly. Hey, I’m sold, I say. When and where? Next Tuesday afternoon, 2:00 pm. Becky works from her own home studio. I’m impressed. Pay is £500 for 30 minutes, maybe 45. Hour tops. That usually means two hours minimum in Danielle speak. Great, I say, so what’s the fucking catch? Because no one is paying ‘Jugs Judy’ £500 without a fucking catch.
Danielle laughs. Which means the catch is fucking huge. No catch, dear, honest! Christ, it must be the biggest catch in the history of catches I think to myself.
“All you do is wear a strap-on and fuck her,” she says dismissively.
I wait.
“So, shall I say yes?” Danielle continued.
I wait.
There is a sigh. “Okay, you have to fuck her in the ass. Her ass. Not your ass. Her ass.”
“Huh, huh.”
“Until she poops, but that’s it I swear!”
“Huh, huh. So why me?” Daring her to say ‘shit bomb’.
Danielle says it. In between giggles. Bitch. “Since you have had some experience, Judes.”
I cut her short. “£600 and I’ll do it.”
“Done,” she says promptly.
Cow. Knew I should have said £750.
Danielle gives me the girl’s website, ‘Bathroom Becky’ and you immediately know what to expect, and it isn’t advice on bathroom colour schemes.
Becky is pissing on guys, on girls, into glasses, teacups, bowls, outside, inside. Becky is also getting pissed on by guys, girls and drinking out of glasses, teacups, bowls, well you get the picture. There were a lot of pictures. I spy one with ‘click here for Scat Promos’ and honest to God I had no idea what ‘scat’ meant. So I clicked and then hurriedly clicked off. I then spend 30 mins debating whether to cancel.
Thing is it’s £600 for maybe an hour’s work, where I just fuck a girl in the ass. It’s not as if I haven’t fucked a girl in her ass before, and been on the receiving end. These shoots are easy, and usually good fun as most girls in the biz are a friendly bunch, but I don’t get offers of £600 to fool around with some banging hot babe, and FYI Becky is banging hot. Tall, leggy, busty, gorgeous, dark long tresses and a wide generous smile. I’d pay to bang her that’s how hot. I mean, I wouldn’t, but you get the idea. Next to plain, dumpy Judy Bellingham, this babe is a superstar.
I’ll sleep on it. Which means I know I’m going to do it, but I can still pretend I won’t.
By Sunday I’ve stopped pretending so I figure I would have another look. I don’t want to go into this blind and have the shit hit the fan so to speak.
Okay, there is a free ‘taster’, so I’ll watch that. It’s Becky’s ‘Poop my Pantyhose’ diary and first off the girl is good. She’s intimate with the camera, lots of eye contact, engaging, flirty as she shows off her tan pantyhose no panties, pulling them into her arse crack and pussy. She has a fairly loose crop top on, and she jiggles her boobs as she wonders excitedly what her shit will be like today. Well, it will be like shit, hun, it’s not exactly a fucking mystery, is it? Oh, how naïve can a girl of 21 be?
Next, she is on all fours with her pantyhose stretched tight over her magnificent rear. Filling the screen, she rocks back and forth, still chatting, telling us all to hold on and then there was this faint cracking sound, like when you ball up foil it sort of crinkles and crackles? Anyway, a brown stain appears and then expands and flattens in the centre of her pantyhose. I can hear her straining as it slowly starts to gravitate down her leg. She wriggles her bum at the camera and then half turns to another unseen camera and says: “Shall we have a look and see how shitty my arse is?”
The scene fades. Its a classic, ‘time to get your credit card out’, moment.
From the few stills I can see she is examining what’s in her panties, I mean shocker, what can it be? Next, she’s rubbing her shit over her arse, and not just her arse either. You would be hard put to find a place it didn’t get smeared over. Becky was also in scenes with girls and guys, which I’ll be honest, I looked at half squinting and with a strong cup of tea to hand.
£600, Judy. £600. Focus on the prize.
Come Tuesday, I’m heading up to her top floor flat above some shops, and I’m shitting myself with nerves. Normally a handicap on a job but not this one I think with sour humour. I had rung Becky a few minutes before to get the exact address, and the door was already open.
“Judy,” she says, warmly embracing me. Her hair smelt divine. I mutter a weak welcome. Becky takes my hand and leads me in. “My your hands are cold,” she said.
“Yes, it’s cold today,” I respond lamely.
“Now has Danielle told you exactly what we are doing today?” She says again, having already asked on the phone.
I nod. “Two hour video shoot.” Danielle had finally come clean, no pun intended, on the time. “Opening scene I’m doing you up the bum and stuff and then you, well you know.” God, I’m sounding lamer by the minute. It’s lucky I wasn’t a horse.
“Shit. I shit. If you can’t say it, then we are going to have a problem doing it,” said Becky grinning.
I pull myself together. “You shit all over the strap-on.”
“And then I will smear my shit over myself and then cum,” Becky continues.
“Okay with me,” I stop. “And what will I be doing while you are smearing?”
Becky fixes me with a calculating look. “That Judy is entirely down to you. Fair enough?”
Fair enough, I thought as Becky shows me the studio. Sofa and chair in what looked like a viny material were sealed and covered in plastic. Wooden flooring covered in a sticky transparent covering and over that a disposable, plastic tarp. A guy, mid-fifties with heavy glasses was fussing behind a camera.
“This is Ken. He videos all my stuff. Have you seen the site?”
“Yes. I downloaded a free clip too.” Next, I will be asking for a pat on the head and a lump of sugar.
Becky looked pleased. “I like a girl who does her research. What did you think?”
Now that was a tricky question given I haven’t collected my £600. I shrug. “A fetish is a fetish.” Seriously what the fuck did that mean?
She looked at me and said nothing. “Dressing room is through here,” she said.
“Thanks,” she left and shut the door. I dumped my gear, sat in the chair and stared vacantly in the dressing table mirror for 5 minutes. This won’t do, I said to myself and went to find Becky in the kitchen.
“There is tea and coffee if you like,” she offered.
“Thanks,” I brewed myself a tea. “Mind if I join you?”
“Please,” she smiled, and I couldn’t help but warm to her.
“I don’t know what to think,” I said. “About the site and everything.”
“That’s okay. You agreed to do the scenes though so you must have some thoughts.”
“Well, there is the money.”
“Honey, there are girls who wouldn’t do this no matter how much money is on offer.”
Okay, that was true. Although I figured if you put enough noughts on the end, most girls will let a tramp take a dump on them. Their mothers too.
“I guess I’ll try anything once then,” I smile.
Becky laughed. “I can relate to that.”
“So how did you get into this?” I ask.
“Accident and a fondness for health shakes. I had one too many but no worries I’m heading for the car anyway, so get home and then let nature take its course.
Unfortunately, nature was in a hurry so I’m driving all clenched and sweaty and the traffic is bad and I figure I need to ease the cramps so a tiny toot or two can’t do any harm right?”
“Ah,” I say laughing.
“Ah, indeed. Anyway, I did one toot too many and before I know it I’m shitting myself and boy at that moment did it feel good. I mean really good. The damage is done so I relax and let it all flood out. Of course, now I’m sitting in my own mess, in a traffic jam. There are even a couple of cute guys parked up alongside me trying to get my attention, all cock and no brains. If only you knew I think to myself and then I’m thinking how humiliating this is and I’m also thinking this feels kind of nice, even the smell is fine because it’s my shit.
I finally get home, luckily my parents are out, hop in the shower and chuck out my jeans and underwear. Car is a problem, and god knows how many times I shampooed out the car seat before I let anyone else in. My Dad thought I had a car shampoo fetish. Never did quite get rid of the smell though.”
“So not scarred for life then?” I smile.
“Nope. I got a kick out of sitting there and no one else any the wiser. And then the delicious edge of worrying about breaking down or something happening, and as I said I kind of liked the feeling of sitting in my own mess. It had a squidgy, squashy feel as I squirmed in it, all hot and dirty. Really dirty,” she paused and drank her tea. “Anyway, I then started fantasising over it. This time the boys in the car ‘find’ out and make me drive somewhere, and I have to pull my jeans down and show them my shitty arse and pussy and then they ‘punish’ fuck me for being a ‘dirty girl’, or I did breakdown and the big, strong AA man has a thing for ‘shitty’ girls and fucks me in my poopy arse and then makes me suck his poop covered cock. I’m going crazy with all these wild fantasies in my head.”
I sip my tea. Listening to this gorgeous girl telling me her dirtiest secrets is fun.
Becky continues her tale. “A few months of this and I want to try it again but at home, no one to catch me. I get all done up. Short white, floaty dress, lovely white underwear, white stockings, heels, nice makeup and I pretend I’m at a party making small talk looking at myself in a full-length mirror. ‘Why yes, thank you, this is a lovely dress’.”
I’m snorting with laughter, as is Becky.
“I must have sounded like a lunatic,” she says giggling. “Then I’m ‘oh dear, I need to use the bathroom’, but they are all occupied, so a kindly gentleman says if you have to go then just go.
Now I’m lifting my dress and looking at my lovely white panties in the mirror, and I start to try and shit, except I pee first, which I didn’t expect which is crazy, because that often happens when you are trying to go, right?
So I’m standing in a small puddle of my pee and that feels hot too, like an unexpected bonus, and then I feel myself moving inside.” She took another sip of tea. “You know when you get that huge feeling of relief? Well, this was it, but way better because I’m in my bedroom and I’m still wearing panties, and then I see them start to bulge and it’s fascinating to watch as it gets bigger and starts to stain.
I drop my dress, and now I’m back at the party, yeah I know makes no sense, but I’m horny as hell and it’s my fantasy so who cares, and everyone is looking at me so I explain which is super humiliating and they want to have a look so I let them and then the guys demand I pull my panties down.
Please, no! But I ‘reluctantly’ do so and I’m in front of the mirror as I pull my knickers down, with poop falling out of them. Then I’m made to bend over and spread my shitty arse cheeks for everyone to look at and comment on, and it looks so hot in the mirror, and then I’m sitting in my piss and shit in my lovely dress and stockings, fingering myself like crazy, and here we are.”
“Yeah. That was hot by the way.” I didn’t want Becky thinking I was laughing at her and it had been hot.
“Thanks. Danielle tells me you have some experience which is why she recommended you when I asked if there where any new girls who might be interested.”
“Yeah well you know Danielle, always inclined to stretch the truth,” I tell Becky about my ‘shit bomb’ escapade. To her credit, she isn’t laughing. Then she asks: “And how do you feel looking back?”
“How do you mean?”
“Just that. Ever replayed it in your head? Thought about how you felt?”
I hesitate, but if I can’t talk to ‘Bathroom Becky’ who can I talk to? “There is one thing. When I was, you know.”
“Shitting,” Becky interjects.
“Yeah, shitting. There was that sense of relief you mentioned which felt nice, it’s just that he was such a dick it kind of got lost and if I’m honest I have got myself off a couple of times with the whole humiliation thing like you said.”
“Cool.” She looked at the wall clock. Time to get ready I think.”
I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing I thought.
Your basic adult shoot in someone’s front room with an ‘enthusiast’ on camera is not exactly high-end production, but this was professional enough. Becky and Ken knew their business, and I trooped into the studio in heels, a strap-on cock and nothing else.
Becky was already naked, save for stockings and suspenders and Ken didn’t bat an eye. I learnt he was retired, partly funded the shoots, ran the website and enjoyed as many piss and scat sex scenes as he liked.
I waved my fake cock around, I always did this, there is something about a cock that makes you want to stick it in things. It gave me an insight as to why men act like dicks. Turns out the problem is their dicks.
Ken gave the signal to go, and I smooched with Becky on the plastic sofa.
“You like my cock, babe?” I say.
“I love your cock!” She says, fondling it lovingly.
“You fancy being a dirty bitch?” I say.
Okay, it isn’t award winning stuff, but no one is watching this for the dialogue. Suffice to say Becky is soon straddling me and moaning on top of my plastic cock as we tongue each other.
“You want to get really dirty?” I say.
“How dirty?” She giggles.
“Really fucking dirty, like sticking my cock in your shitter, dirty.”
“Ooh, yes, that sounds fun!”
She slips the strap-on out of her pussy and into her ass in one easy movement.
“Mmm, that feels good!” Ken is hovering over my shoulder as Becky moans into the camera.
“And hold it there a minute,” he says.
“You okay, Judy?” Becky asks as Ken repositions the lights and then gets on the floor at my feet, looking directly up at Becky’s impaled asshole.
“Yep. No worries.”
“Cool. This is where it gets good,” she smiles.
Define ‘good’ I’m thinking, but I nod and smile back.
“Okay, Becky, Judy,” said Ken.
“Yeah, fuck my dirty ass, that’s it, baby, stick that dick right up my shit hole!” Becky starts bouncing up and down, really ramming it home, while I grope her tits for the benefit of the static camera on my left.
“Ooh, baby, I can feel it coming,” the fucking sounds are getting squelchy as Becky yells: “Grab my arse, baby!”
On cue, I grab her ass and pull her cheeks wide so the camera can get a better view. I take her nipple into my mouth and start flicking it with my tongue. Something warm, wet and heavy falls onto my thigh and slides down to the floor.
Becky has engaged shit mode.
To be honest, I’m more interested in eating Becky’s tits to be bothered by my thighs getting covered in poop. Even when I reposition my grip on her ass and end up sticking my hand in her mess, it isn’t fazing me.
“Smear my arse baby, cover my arse in my shit!” Becky moans, which given I’m half trying to clean my hand on her arse isn’t a problem. Also, and to my surprise, I’m getting into this.
Impulsively I reach up to the back of her head, bend her down and kiss her. Surprised, Becky looks at me and then kisses me back, really grinding onto the dildo. “Fuck yeah that feels good!” She slows, grabs her ass and looks over her shoulder and says directly into the camera, “we are such dirty fucking bitches!”
She switches back to me, takes the back of my head with her shitty hand and kisses me. “Two can play at that game,” she whispers as Ken calls time and a position change.
Becky climbs off the cock and playfully swats me. “Nice move, putting your shitty hand on my hair. You get that, Ken?”
“Yeah, I got it,” he grins.
I’m looking down at the strap-on which is smeared in poop with a lump on top. The base has a small pile surrounding it, and my thighs are streaked. For the first time, I notice the smell, but it‘s a clean, shit smell and my worry about gagging seems unfounded.
“What’s next?” I ask Becky.
“You’re going my punish me for making a mess. Make me suck the dildo, that sort of thing.”
“Sounds cool.” I kind of want to stick that dirty dildo dick in her mouth. It will be like despoiling the Mona Lisa.
“Then you will say that I like being a dirty bitch and make me smear it over my tits and finger myself”
“Okay. No problem”
“If you want to improvise again then feel free,” she said casually.
“Okay.” I’m not making any promises.
We get to it. I’m grabbing her by the hair, and I’m all, ‘suck it, you dirty slut’ and Becky is moaning and bam! It’s in her mouth, I even made sure the lump was still on it. Watching her suck on her own shit was so freaking hot.
I’m all in her face, ‘Eat that shit, slut’, ‘you fucking toilet mouth’ and Becky is ‘Mmm, yes, make me eat shit’ and turning her face to the camera and opening her mouth.
I’m having a great time. I make sure there is more shit on my hand as I pull the dildo out of her mouth, plonk more mess on it and then rub the shit-tip over her lips and face.
“You want some more, you disgusting, shit pig?” Becky nods mutely, her eyes all glassy.
“Yeah, course you do, you filthy bitch,” and I deliberately smear shit over her gorgeous tits. “Now finger your dirty cunt with your shitty fingers,” and Becky is off to the races with Ken hopping around doing close-ups.
I settle back to watch this poop smeared Goddess fingering herself stupid, and I’m admiring the performance, barely noticing that I’m fingering my own pussy under the strap on and not at all noticing Becky is really getting off on this. I mean us girls are good so it can be difficult to tell.
Becky then gives a little heartfelt squeak, with two fingers buried deep in her pussy, and the other hand teasing a shit caked nipple. That’s when I twig she is coming for real because she is trying not to show it.
There was silence as Becky collapsed against the sofa arm. “Fuck,” was her heartfelt comment.
Ken is still looking through the camera. His voice is husky. “We need to do the cum shot again. Bit more gusto this time.”
Becky nods then turns to me. “You total cow,” she grins. ”Love all that Dom stuff and nasty talk, ‘suck this, you dirty shit pig’, good energy. What did you think, Ken?”
“Really hot. Loved it!” He beams at me.
I watched as Becky redid the cum scene with Ken mixing up the angles. This time it was a ‘porno’ cum, and then we broke.
“Sorry, I should have let you jump in the shower while I did that last bit,” apologised Becky. “Unless you don’t mind us showering together?”
I was smeared in poop with lumps tangled in my hair and I hadn’t even noticed. I take my work seriously, so I was more intent on keeping quiet while Becky did her thing. I figured Ken hadn’t offered because he liked seeing the new girl smeared in shit. Becky not offering though was odd. Us girls tend to be solicitous when first working together, if only for the practical reason that if there is good chemistry, it makes sense not to spoil it by being a rude cow.
Becky lit up with a genuine smile, when I said: “Sure we can shower together, no problem.”
The bathroom was a large wet room and a lovely one at that. Shower to one side with a large raindrop head in the ceiling and smaller power jets in the wall.
I unbuckle the strap-on, and Becky takes it off me. Giving me a challenging look, she takes the shitty end and puts it in her mouth. Gauging my reaction, as she sucks it clean.
I look unfazed. But then I was unfazed. I had fucked her mouth with the shitty end, so this was no big deal. Except that was for the cameras. This was just me and her. This was her emphasising how much she was into this shit and seeing how I felt about it.
My reckless streak kicked in. I took the strap on and put it into my mouth. Actually it was pretty clean by now, so it wasn’t as big a deal as it looked. Or tasted. It was a little bitter, sort of tangy, but that was it.
Becky smiled, and activated the shower.
“I like you,” she said as we got under the water and began soaping each other. “I have an idea for the next scene. You want to hear it?”
“Sure.”
“Okay, this time I want you to shit and piss on me. Replay you domming me, make me your toilet bitch. That kind of thing. You reckon you can go with that? I mean literally, ‘go’?”
I thought about it as I rinsed off. Danielle had hinted at this so I wasn’t ’unprepared’. “I guess so. I haven’t pooped since Sunday, the thing is I never actually done it in front of anyone. Deliberately that is.”
Becky nodded. “Yeah, I get that. It’s not easy to break a private habit. You okay to try though?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I’ll give it a go. If I do then what?”
“I smear it and cum. Or you help, telling me what a disgusting bitch I am. Usual stuff.”
Ken cleared the studio while we showered. Clean up involved putting the tarp in a bin bag and wiping down our messy footprints on the stick down plastic that led to the bathroom. As I said, the operation was basic but professional.
For an outfit, I went for a formal look, blouse, jacket and skirt suit, hair back and fake glasses. Stockings and high heels completed the set.
“Idea is you bring me in on a leash, naked, use me, abuse me, I cum,” said Becky. She looked at Ken. “Agreed?”
“Sounds good to me,” he said, fiddling with the lights.
I made a sound. They both looked at me.
“It’s a bit, well, kind of dull.” I said.
“Dom girl shits on naked sub girl, what’s dull about that?” asked Becky.
“Yeah, I get that. It’s just the whole naked girl on a leash bit. Ooh, I’m a sub, please shit on me.”
“You got a better idea?” Ken was sounding put out.
“Hey, it’s your party, I’m just the hired help, but I thought we could maybe just tweak it a bit?” I understood Ken and Becky’s reaction. This was their show, not mine, but I’m not shy in coming forward.
“What’s your idea then?” Becky asked.
“Okay, I come in, you are dressed normally say watching TV or something. I’m in from work, ‘Hi honey’, ‘nice day’, that sort of thing. I sit down, a bit of small talk then I look like I need to take a dump. You ask if I need to go, I say yes and you immediately get on the floor. I hitch up the skirt, pull down my panties and dump and piss on you.
Then I wipe my arse on your top, turn and smear my shit over your face and then sit back down and order you to eat my pussy with your face covered in shit. Oh, while I’m shitting, I’m reading a magazine or something like it’s a normal thing to do. Normal but not normal if you see what I mean.” I looked at them both. Ken just looked at me then shrugged. Becky was thoughtful and then smiled.
“I like it!” She announced.
“Really?” I said.
“Yeah, it sounds fun. A very domestic scene but with a twist. Let’s do it.”
“Cool.”
So we did.
“And action,” said Ken. Yeah, really, he said this.
I did my ‘grumpy power executive’ entrance, Ken’s briefcase in hand and plopped down on the couch next to my ‘wife’ who gives me a loving peck.
“Good day, honey?” Becky said. She was wearing a cream blouse and a light tan skirt.
I grunted a power executive reply and ask what she has been up to.
“Masturbating in my own shit, darling,” she replied sweetly.
“Glad one of us had a good day then,” I said trying not to laugh, this hadn’t been in the lines we had tossed around. “Talking of shits,” I said, rubbing my tummy, “Could do with taking a dump myself.”
“Of course, darling.” Becky rose to her feet and lay on the floor. “I’ve put your car magazine on the coffee table. You were thinking of upgrading your company car?”
“Yes, perhaps we should go for a Mercedes this time,” I responded, picking up the magazine and straddling Becky.
“That would be wonderful, darling,” she gushed.
I hitched up my skirt, pulled down my panties and squatted over her face. I leafed through the magazine. A feeling of power gripped me. It is liberating doing something private and taboo in public and doing it where you most certainly shouldn’t.
“May I help you, darling?” Becky asked and no sooner had she said it then her tongue began probing and licking my asshole. It felt lovely. Here goes nothing I thought.
And nothing was pretty much it for a minute or so.
“Just relax dear,” said Becky as she rimmed my ass.
I tried again and ended up pissing onto her blouse and down her tan skirt. Becky’s tongue switched to my pussy, lapping up what she could. She was a good ‘wife’.
“You taste lovely,” she whispered.
I ignored her and began straining afresh. I felt my insides move and more pee squirted out. There was a brief cracking sound and then that lovely rush you get when you feel a big, long lump of shit slither out.
“Oh, my!” I gasped. Shitting in front of people was glorious. Shitting on someone inches from your arse was the ultimate power kick. I felt lightheaded, a huge sense of relief and calm washed over me. I was hooked. I just didn’t know it until later.
Becky uttered a brief squeak and then a spluttering sound as my long, turd coiled over her face. I looked round and marvelled at the obscenity I had given birth too and was now despoiling this natural beauty. I could see her lips and tongue moving as she sought to absorb some of my shit into her mouth.
Casually I moved down and splattered some more mess over her damp blouse. I looked at Ken, who was lying on his side getting a profile view of Becky. He gave me a thumbs up. I guessed he hadn’t noticed the fine spray of brown mist over his glasses. Ken was a pro.
I used Becky’s skirt to wipe my arse and then stood to survey my handiwork.
Not bad, I thought. My shit had broken in two and slithered down either side of her face. A lump had stayed in her mouth, and she was gamely chewing on it. Her tan skirt was riding high, and her hand was down her knickers.
She looked so hot. I felt like I had dumped rotting garbage in a natural beauty spot. This sense of ’wrongness’ added to the intense rush and lightheaded feeling I got from shitting on her. I strutted back and placed my heels either side of her head.
“Lick my shoes,” I ordered.
Becky turned her head, her shit smeared tongue flicked out and left runny, brown trails on my black shoe.
Smiling, I spread my pussy and began pissing in her face. Becky spluttered and coughed.
“Open your mouth!” I snapped in my best bitch voice.
Opening one eye, Becky looked up at me. She had that glazed look as she opened her mouth. I could see a lump of my shit stuck in there. Taking aim, I said: “Think that needs washing down,” and directed my piss into her mouth. It filled her, then spilt over, as she gurgled away.
“Swallow it!”
Becky nodded, retched momentarily and then started to swallow my piss and shit. I could see she was struggling a little.
“Perhaps I can help out,” I said, putting my heel into her mouth and mushing up the soggy turd.
Her eyes rolled back and fluttered as she gulped down the mess and orgasmed with that telltale squeak of hers. I knelt in my shit, straddling Becky’s head and began rubbing my pussy over her face. It felt slick and warm, almost comforting as I masturbated on her.
“Stick your tongue out, baby,” I said, rotating my hips on her face. I paused to check whether she had fully swallowed my shit. She had.
“That’s it you dirty bitch, stick your tongue inside my shitty pussy, lick me clean.”
I unbutton my blouse and start smearing my tits as I ride her face. Part of me is playing up to the camera, but another part of me is revelling in this degenerate filth. I’m feeling good as I rub my shitty tits and play with my hard nipples.
“That’s it you dirty slut, make me cum!” I gasp, and in another reckless moment, I raise my left boob to my mouth and suck shit off my nipple.
And then promptly threw up over Ken’s camera.
Fuck’s sake.
Nice one, Judes.
