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It was Friday night, at the end of a hard work week. It was time to relax. I had my own DVD player plugged into the hotel's TV It was playing some really nasty porn I'd downloaded from the 'net, and burned to CD. There was a hot, busty brunette getting fucked hard up the ass by some muscle dude. She seemed to be in ecstasy. He pulled out, and a long line of dark brown lube was clearly visible on her ass and thigh. The good part was just beginning. Not realizing, or perhaps not caring that his cock was dirty, the muscle head stuck his cock right in the girl's mouth, and she eagerly sucked it. Back and forth, from her ass to her mouth, they went, a filthy display of perverted lust. It eventually became apparent that she knew how dirty his cock was; she went out of her way to make sure to suck the little brown chunks into her mouth.

I was hard as a rock watching the filth, and fantasizing about doing that to some girl. I was only wearing a pair of shorts, and had them pulled down to my thighs, so I could more easily play with myself. It was a sweet torment, watching the porn while the escort was on her way over. I didn't want to get over excited and cum before she got to me, but I wouldn't let myself go limp either.

Eventually, there was a knock on the door. I grabbed the remote, and hit the button to switch to the next CD. The next was a more innocent ass-to-mouth video, without the shit play. I had been fucking this same escort for months, but I still didn't want to scare her off or gross her out. Over time, I had been working at busting through her limits. I had recently gotten her to regularly have ass-to-mouth and ass-to-pussy sex with me. It was our "new" normal. Sometimes she'd joke and tell me that I was her most exciting client. I was still hoping to push her further though.

I pulled my shorts up, and answered the door. There she was. I only knew her as Crystal, but I was sure that it wasn't her real name. She was all of five feet tall, with large brown eyes, and pitch black hair. She was a tiny boned little thing, with B cups, and perfect curves if you like them skinny, like I do.

She smiled big when I opened the door, and let her in. I gave her a big kiss, right on the mouth, sucking her into me. I pulled her tight, and I knew that she could feel my hard cock pressing between our bodies. She gave in to the kiss, moaning, and I could feel her nipples already starting to harden. She was an eager one, and always got excited quickly by me.

When we broke the kiss, she gave me a dark look, up through her thick, natural eyelashes, and murmured, "You know you're the only client I let kiss my lips, don't you?"

"Yeah, you've mentioned that before." I took her hand, and led her over to the sofa in front of the TV I pulled my shorts completely off, and kicked them over to a corner, then sat on down, pulling her down onto the sofa next to me.

"Hmm..." she toned, running a small, cool hand along my shaft. "Looks delicious. I can't wait to get started, but I need to go to the lady's room first? Mind?"

She started to get up, but I grabbed her hand. "I've been waiting all week for this. Can you wait...? Get me off first, then take an intermission?"

She paused for a long few seconds, looking searchingly into my eyes, but then smiled. "I think I can wait for a bit. But I have to warn you, I might not be able to hold it... Don't get mad, alright?"

"No problem," I said, with a sudden, excited patter in my chest. I couldn't imagine anything more exciting then if she had an accident while we fucked. She probably meant that she might get up in the middle, and make a mad dash to the bathroom, but I was imagining dirtier possibilities in her enigmatic words.

I was predictable enough to where she didn't have to ask. She gave me a little strip show, pulling her little tee shirt off, and revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Then she pulled her high heels off. Next came her short skirt. Finally, we were down to only her little black thong. She faced away from me, and looked over her shoulder as I watched her scrumptious little ass, as she pulled her thong slowly down. I starred right at the center of my affection, her cute puckered little asshole. I wondered if she needed to piss or shit.

As she stepped out of her thong, she hitched the thong on one thumb, bringing it up to her face as she turned to face me. She sniffed the crotch of her panties deeply, closing her eyes in desire. She licked the crotch, and even the little knot that nestled next to her asshole. She knew I liked that.

Then she moved a few steps closer to me, and kneeled down in front of me. Her panties were still in her hand. As she moved between my legs, she moved forward, and took my cock in one hand, squeezing it gently. Her other hand brought the panties up to my face. This was something new, and I liked it. I sniffed her panties, smelling her cunt, and even the slight, earthy aroma of her ass. I opened my mouth, and stuck my tongue out. She held her panties, and I licked them, unable to tell the difference between the moisture deposited by her tongue, and that deposited by her crack. I was in ecstasy. This was a nice, new little twist she'd added. Then, gingerly, she started to push her thong, crotch first, into my mouth. I let her, and her eyes flashed in lusty triumph.

As we'd played with her panties, she played with my cock, but not in the way you'd expect. She didn't stroke my unlubricated member. Instead, she slowly, and rhythmically squeezed it. As she did this, the pad of her thumb moved in slow circles on the tip of my throbbing cock, smoothly smearing precum all over my head.

She bent over me. Her long, straight, vibrant hair fell in a cascade onto my lap. The long strands tickled over my muscular belly and legs. I could no longer see her face, except through brief flashes through her hair. I could feel her hot, warm breath on my cock. She moved her hand down lower on me, and her other hand rested her weight on my bare thigh. Her manicured nails pressed slightly into me. The tip of her tongue slowly lapped my head, then pressed against me, like she was trying to press the tip of her tongue into my peehole. She'd never done that to me either, and again, I liked it. I wondered, not for the first time, how she'd react if I peed in her mouth. I'd always wanted to do that to a woman, to piss in her mouth, and make her drink it down.

Her tongue retreated, and then I felt her soft, wet lips close around my head. She pulled away then, still teasing, and repeated the action, like she was sucking on the tip of an frozen popsicle. It felt delicious. For a girl that "had to go", she was sure taking her time. I wondered if it was intentional Was she actually testing me, to see if I was the sort that would actually like that sort of thing?

I couldn't seem to get enough air through my nose, so I reluctantly took her now soaked panties out of my mouth, and gently set them on the cushion next to me.

Next, I could feel an intense moist heat, as she moved further down my shaft, with a wide open mouth, carefully not touching me. Then her mouth closed around me, and with almost no suction, she slide smoothly to my tip. Back down, she let go of my hard member, and effortlessly took me all the way down into her throat, until her lips were pressed against the very base of me, and her little tongue slid out to lap at my heavy balls. She deepthroated me in and out a few more times, before finally applying suction to my throbbing cock. It was twitching and bobbing in her mouth already, hard, and excited.

I let her continue to tease and excite my cock for a few more minutes, her spit slowly running down between my balls and my body, before I stopped her. I didn't want to shoot my load in her mouth, at least not before it had been up inside of her other holes. Normally, I'd fuck her pussy before moving to her ass, but I was super excited tonight, and closer to cumming the first time then normal. I wanted to skip the appetizer, and move straight to the main course.

"Baby, I need your ass now," I moaned to her. She brushed her hair back away from her face, and looked up at me. Her thick, cock-sucking lips, were wrapped tightly around my cock, about half way down. She watched me as she slowly rose up, until the tip smoothly slid out from her mouth. My cock was between me and her mouth as she spoke.

"I'm have to go to the lady room first. Otherwise, I'll get you all dirty."

"I like it dirty..." I managed to croak out, just above a whisper. My heart was pounding so hard, I'd swear that people in the next room would be able to hear it. She stared up at me, with an unfathomable look on her face. I was wondering if she was about to refuse, and break off the date. I was just about to tell her that she could go and use the bathroom first, when she stood up. I held my breath to keep from screaming in anxiety. Was she about to grab her clothes and run out the door, head to the restroom, or something else? She turned, facing away from me. I stared up at her with wide, scared eyes, not knowing what she was thinking or doing. Then she started to squat toward me, glancing back with a smirk.

My legs were still spread, and she was standing, close legged, between them. As she squatted, her tight, muscular little body contracted, and she balanced easily enough. A hand came back, and gently took my cock by the base, and aimed it. We'd long ago stopped using lube when we had anal sex. I liked the tighter feel without it, and the dirtier sex by making her have to lube me with her mouth and cunt. I now wondered how this was all going to play out, with her thinking that she was going to get me dirty. God, I hoped that she'd get me dirty. There was nothing sexier then a pretty girl sucking her shit off a cock. For the first time, maybe it would be my cock that was being treated like that?

She squatted further, and nestled my wet cock's head against her tight hole. She lowered herself slightly, and I could feel the intense tightness slowly sliding down the head of my cock. Then, just as it seemed to push all the way past the thick, muscular ring of her hole, she started standing back up again. She repeated the motion a few times, sighing deeply in pleasure, as she teased her asshole with my cock. I was eager to push right in, but I let her slowly toy with me. Then, her first teasing strokes finished, she sat slowly but fully on me, taking my whole length deep into her body. She moaned in pleasurable pain, and squeezed her legs tight as she leaned back against me, and simply squirmed.

I reached my arms around her, and hugged her, then kissed her neck, murmuring into her, "...So hot."

She smiled and nestled into me, and turning to give me a kiss on the cheek. I squirmed a little myself so I could reach her mouth with mine, and as I kissed her, we rearranged our legs, so hers were on the outside, and mine on the inside. Then she slowly started to fuck me, raising up slowly, and then lowering herself again. It was too tight and too dry, and I knew that the fucking had to be hurting her. She liked the pain to a degree, but she was just too dry back there for a proper fuck, and we could both feel it.

"Needs to be wetter..." I said, and she just nodded, but continued to fuck me slowly. After a few more strokes, she rose completely off of me. I let go of her, expecting her to go to her knees in front of me. I was anxious to see if I was dirty. I wanted to see her sucking that dirty cock. But she surprised me.

She didn't move away from me. Instead, she reached down, and grabbed me by the base of my cock. She sat back down on my it, taking me easily and wholly into her sopping wet pussy. "Oh God," I moaned into her shoulder.

She giggled a little in response, but then her voice lowered, half chastising, and half confession "You're a terrible, perverted man. You make me do terrible, perverted things, and you're even worse then that. You make me like it. You make me wetter then anyone. Fuck me."

I quickly pounded into her hot, wet pussy, and she moaned loudly in response. I couldn't see my cock, or how dirty it was. I didn't think she could see it either. It could be covered in filth for all I knew. I glanced up at the screen, and saw a hugely endowed man pull his cock out of a tight little woman's ass, spin her around, and shove it right into her mouth. I wanted to do that. I wanted to do it with a filthy cock, and have Chrystal, the little whore on my lap, suck it greedily down. On the other hand, I also wanted to pump into her with wild abandon, and shoot my load. I was horny enough to do just that right now...

But the threat of a possible lost opportunity pressed on me; maybe Chrystal would never do this again? Maybe she'd refuse to see me again. I forced myself to stop pumping, and growled, "Suck on me."

She half stood up, and then reached down and took me by the base of my cock again. She murmured, "Wait." I was growing frustrated, worried that I'd shoot my load too soon. I grunted in displeasure as she started to sit back down, but was then swept by the intense sensation of her tight ass sliding down my cock. There was no lubrication problem this time. I easily slid into that tight crevice, until she sat fully on my lap, with my balls pressed up against her pussy.

It felt too good, and I clung desperately to keep from coming. She seemed to sense my dilemma, and teased me by squeezing the base of my shaft with her ass. She leaned forward, away from me, and harshly raked her fingernails up my thighs, undoubtedly leaving rows of red trails on me. I gasped loudly, and grunted, just barely keeping the exotic pain from pushed me over the edge. My cock twitched hard and repeatedly in her ass as I held back. If she hadn't been leaning away from me, I'd have taken a mouthful of her shoulder into my mouth, and bit her hard.

She looked back at me, with a mischievous little grin. "Did you just cum? I can feel you twitching."

I shook my head, and said, "Suck on me."

She took her lower lip in between her teeth for a moment, and then asked, "You want me to suck that filthy cock? What do you say?"

"Please..." I begged.

She beamed, then spun her head to look over her other shoulder at me, in a flash of flying jet hair. "I want you to watch your cock coming out of me. Tell me if it's dirty."

My eyes instantly went to her ass, where I couldn't even see myself at all yet. I didn't answer, but eagerly waited.

I don't think I've ever seen a woman stand up so slowly. It was painfully slow, as she rose smoothly, but at a snail's pace off of me. As soon as I could see my base, I focused on it, and where we were joined. But it was too dark to be able to make out whether it was dirty or not. The light from the single lamp was subdued, and left the place where we were joined in deep shadow. It felt incredible as her tight ass moved so slowly off of me, like it was being harshly sucked, drawing all of the blood into the tip bit by bit. She got about half off of me, and then she gripped me again, with her ass.

"Ahh!" I exclaimed, both in pain and ecstasy, trying not to cum. I quickly grabbed her muscular little ass in clawed hands, and lifted her harshly off of me. She squealed in surprise, and I grunted hard, not from the exertion, but her tightly gripping ass squeezing me all the way from the middle of my shaft to the tip, in an instant.

Panting painfully, she collapsed to her hands and knees below me, and I grunted again, my cock twitching hard and regularly, trying not to shoot my load straight up into the air. We both took a minute or two unmoving, and grunting. I literally saw stars. Then, the crisis was over, and I moved, sitting up more, as I'd slid half way off the couch as I'd fucked her.

She started moving toward me, crawling, and I opened my legs more fully for her. I then remembered to look at my cock. The lower half of it was dirty, with a deep brown film on it, along with a few random little chunks. The top half was almost clean, except for a ridge of filth trapped behind the head's ridge, and a thin, dime sized spot that seemed practically glued on to my head. I didn't say anything, didn't dare break the spell as she crawled to me. Could she see what I could see? Was she really going to fulfill my darkest fantasy, and take that thing into her mouth?

She stopped short a small ways, and rested her hands on my thighs, where she'd clawed me. I winced a little, and saw her eyes studying me. I returned the look, my heart pounding like it was fighting to tear out of my chest. I was sure my voice would quaver if I tried to talk. Instead, I moved my hand to my stomach, and then slid it down to cock. We stared into each others eyes, unspeaking, as my hand reached my cock. I took it by the base, and then pointed it away from me, and directly at her mouth.

"You want me to suck that dirty thing?" She asked. Her tone was unreadable. I couldn't tell if she was teasing or not. I simply nodded. She shifted her gaze, and stared at it. She moved her head around, examining it from various angles. My heart pounded. Was she going to do it or not? I wanted to just grab her head, and force her to do it. But I thought that if I did, she'd never come back to see me again. I'd probably be blacklisted from her agency too. I didn't know if that was worth it.

With a shaking hand, I reached out with my other hand, and took her right hand. I lifted it up, and brought it to my cock. I wrapped her dainty hand around the filthy base of my cock, and she didn't resist. I pumped myself a few times, using her hand, and watched the shit smear evenly along my shaft. "Please..." I whimpered

She looked back up sharply, and narrowed her eyes. I didn't like how this was going. I thought she was going to say "no" now. And I was desperate I wanted this at least once. I desperately tried to think of a way to get her to do it without forcing her. I remembered suddenly that I was paying her to be here.

"I'll pay extra... A lot extra... I have cash!" I whimpered, desperately wanting her talented mouth and tongue on me. In an instant, her expression changed. She looked like the cat that had eaten the canary as her eyes glittered, and she smiled. She instantly seemed flirtatious and seductive again, the way her eyes held mine. And she lowered her mouth toward me. She gave me a single, slow, puckered kiss on the very tip of me.

Then she back up a bit, and slowly, painfully, pointed my cock even further away from my chest. It was parallel to my legs, and would have been pointed straight at the floor if I'd been standing. I was incredibly hard, and bending it at such a sharp angle while I was that rigid really hurt. I squirmed and whimpered slightly, but didn't complain, as the pain seemed to be chasing the specter of orgasm away.

She moved up so close to me, that I could feel her breath on my head. She paused for a bit, until her eyes caught mine. She watched me closely, staring deep into me, as she snaked her tongue out and licked the underside of my head. I gasped, and couldn't keep her gaze. My eyes narrowed in on her tongue, as if it was my whole world. She shifted, and that curling tongue slipped back into her mouth, and then back out again, cupped, dripping saliva. Her tongue slide along the right side of my head teasingly, and she twisted her head so that she could lick across the top of my head. I gasped and sighed, seeing and feeling her tongue pass right over the top of the stuck on shit. But the shit didn't seem to budge, and her tongue passed all the way over it, perhaps smearing the spot slightly.

Then she straightened out again, and I felt her eyes staring into me again, as she paused. I looked back into her dark eyes, and noticed her lips curl into a slight smile as she held my vision. Then, looking in my eyes, and not at my cock, she wetted her lips, and opened her mouth. She slowly took my whole head into her mouth. I gasped, and my cock twitched. I closed my eyes, and leaned my head back, and felt her wet lips slowly gliding down to my tip. At my tip, she reversed the motion, and I looked back at her. Her eyes were still staring at me, hungrily. Her lips were gliding smoothly down me again, toward the shit spot on my head. Slowly, the spot disappeared past her lips again, and once again, my cock twitched in response. I felt her tongue slowly swirl around the underside of my tip, and then she slowly pulled off of me again. The shit spot was still there, but definitely smeared a bit.
This time, she pulled completely away for a moment. I realized that my mouth was hanging completely open, in an "o" shape, as I tried to will her to suck me deep. I realized that I was putting myself in her place, imagining sucking that filthy thing and liking it, and I blushed slightly, closing my mouth. She did open her mouth then, but more fully then I had. She moved her mouth over my cock's head, until it was in her, but not touching her. Then she pursed her lips around my ridge. I felt her teeth then, gently pressing into my spongy head. It was both threatening and exhilarating Her lips formed a tight seal, and her cheeks sunk in as she sucked slightly, and those teeth stayed on me. She slide to my tip again, scrapping those hard, threatening teeth all down me. I panted in excitement as she pulled away, from the exotic sensation, and then noticed that the dime sized spot of shit was gone from my head. Only a few particle of brown remained where it had been plastered to me.

She moved away from me, some, and slowly let my cock go, so it could point proudly up at the ceiling. She smiled warmly, with her mouth closed, and looked up at me. I sat up a bit more, and looked down at her, between my legs. She craned her neck, and moved toward the light, and opened her mouth. She slowly stuck her tongue out. There, perched on the middle of her tongue, was the spot of shit slowly dissolving, and turning her tongue yellow.

Then she pulled her tongue back in, closed her mouth and eyes, and threw her head back. Her raven hair shimmied in the light, and she smiled up toward the ceiling. I saw her throat constrict, and her small Adam's apple bob. I was sure that she'd swallowed. She smiled wider, and looked at me. She stuck her tongue out, and all that remained was a slight stain.

"This turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Yes," I hissed.

She stood up. I wondered where she was going, or what she was doing. Was she going to finish me? Was she going to the bathroom to be sick? It felt like there was a hand around my throat, keeping me from saying anything. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought it would burst.

She took a few small steps toward me, around to one side. Up to the couch, she smiled down at me, reassuringly, and then started to side step with one long leg, to straddle me. So the ass to mouth was already over? It was disappointing, but she'd still given me far more then any other woman had, more then I'd ever dreamed I'd get.

She lowered herself toward me, and I closed my legs. She surprised me again, still teasing me apparently, and sat on my legs, with my cock jutting up, almost like it was attached to her. She reached down with her dirty hand, and grabbed my throbbing cock.

"Do you want this in my ass... or my pussy?"

I don't think I could have spoken if I tried. I simply nodded. Her smile was all I got in return. She hoisted up, and then slowly started to lower herself again. I watched my shit smeared cock slowly slid up between her legs. I could feel the hot wetness of her pussy penetrate straight through me. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. I could cum right then if I just let myself go. I think she could have too, the way she panted, and her chest heaved. I don't know that I've ever seen her nipples so hard.

She leaned forward, and leaned her forehead against mine, looking into my soul again. I felt laid utterly bare before her. She knew all of my secrets, and all of my kinks better then even I did. She whispered, "Feel good..."

I wasn't sure if she was asking or telling. I took it as a question, and answered breathlessly, "Yes..."

I found my arms around her, and a hand at the back of her head. I pulled her forward, and twisted, so my lips could find hers. I kissed her longingly, and she returned my kiss with passion. I could taste her strong and foul earthy shit on her lips and tongue, but I didn't gag. If anything, it spurred me to kiss her all the more possessively. To take her foulness into myself, to share the disgusting things she had done for my pleasure. I realized that I was slowly pumping up into her as we kissed, and pulled my mouth away from hers briefly.

"I want to cum." I said, begging her. An electric jolt went through her, and she yanked her body off of my cock.

"Wait..." she murmured, brushing her lips against mine for a brief moment again. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

I nodded, understanding her.

"I just need you inside me again first. Can you wait a minute?"

"I think so..."

I reached down, and gently took me by the root of my cock. With her hand steadying it, she guided me into her tight, gripping ass again.

I threw my head back, holding back, just holding back. She lowered all the way, until I was fully sheathed inside of her. I moaned, long and low.

"Don't come yet," she said, and she slowly started riding me. I squeezed my eyes closed, and hung my head backwards off of the couch. It felt so good, her fucking me. I wanted to just let go, but she wanted me to hold back. Her ass felt even warmer then her pussy did, but it was so much tighter. I could smell her ass so much more strongly now. It was cloying really, but it turned me on. As she slowly fucked, I'd swear that it felt like she'd somehow lubed her ass since I'd fucked it earlier. It was a wetter, smoother fuck, with all that hot, clenching tightness that I loved anal for.

I was drowning, trying to keep from cumming, and was forced to try to make my mind wander away from sex. Time seemed to be slowing down, and I was almost becoming impatient with her. I wanted to just pound up inside of her hard, instead of this teasing slow fuck, and just loose my load whenever and however it came. I made a small frustrated noise then, and started to raise my head.

She stood, lifting off of me entirely. I looked at her, and could feel that I was giving her a hard stare. She quickly moved around in front of me again, and put her hands on my knees. She pushed my legs apart, and crawled forward.

"Suck me now," I said. I was done with the teasing. I needed to cum.

She moved until her head was hovering above my stinking, filth cock. It was far, far dirtier then before. I barely recognized it, and thick slabs of shit were plastered to it here and there. It looked like a giant turd in my lap instead of my cock. She stared at it, and I feared that she was going to refuse, to just tease me like she had been.

I raised my hand, and put it to the back of her head. I splayed my fingers, and ran them through her hair like a comb, and then made a fist. I had hold of nearly all of her hair, and held her head tight. She wouldn't be able to pull free without loosing nearly all of her hair, if even then. I started to pull her toward my cock.

Her hands were on my thighs, where she'd scratched me before. Her fingers spread out, and became claw like, digging in just a hint, as if a threat. She trembled, and pushed away from my cock, fighting against me.

I could hurt her so easily now, but I just pushed with ever increasing force, slowly pulling her harder. Her eyes shot up toward mine, looking up at me through those long eyelashes. Her eyes were wide, and her breath fast and frenzied. Her closed mouth was just an inch or two from my smeared cock. I paused, undecided whether to force her or toss her aside. I started to relent, to let up. I couldn't quite bring myself to force her.

She was still staring up at me. Her voice trembled. "Use me hard. Force me... Hurt me..."

I starred, unbelieving for a moment. Then I growled, and savagely started to pull her toward my cock again. She moaned loudly, and pushed against me, fighting. Then I felt her mouth on my cock, and I just kept pulling her down. I forced her to take all of it she could at this angle, and she sputtered and gasped against me. She was pushing against my with her hands, and I could feel her arms trembling in exertion. Then I brought my other hand to bare, to hold her head still, and I just started thrusting hard and fast into her mouth. The smell of shit was strong in the air, and her brown stained spit and drool were being slung all over. I didn't care, I just pounded into her. She struggled, trying to breath, and I didn't care, enjoying the feel of the hot little spinner struggling between my legs.

Then everything seemed to stop, and that first powerful wave of orgasm started to wash over me. I was unaware of where I was, or who I was, or even what I was doing. The most intense orgasm of my life spread through me like a seizure, and I gasped. I couldn't breath, couldn't move, and it was like I was floating in a dark void. White fire burned me away to nothing as the pleasure seared through me. My whole universe seemed to quake as the first few spasms ripped through me.

Slowly, I became aware of her again, struggling between my legs. Struggling to breath. Struggling to live. Dying, just like me. In that moment, I felt like I took her in, consuming her, and she consuming me. I would swear that she swallowed my cock, the root of my being, wholly into herself, and ate it, ate me. We were one.

As the physical spams started slowing down, I went limp entirely, and my legs and ass fell right to the floor. My dirty cock, still turgid and swollen with blood, was yanked from her mouth. The girl collapsed on top of me, into my lap, and my cock continued to spray cum. An instant later, she moved, and I felt her mouth back on me, sucking me down, sucking me in, swallowing everything I had to issue.

Finally, the spasms subsided, and the flow stopped. She slid her mouth off of me, and flipped over onto her back, laying across my legs. My swollen, dirty member drooped slightly, and rested against her cheek, still more erect then not. We both panted and rested, trying to catch our breaths, and regain our energy. As we did, I was surprised to see that my cock didn't go limp, but stayed half erect, like a leaning tree, swaying and bobbing slightly, the slightly weeping head above Chrystal's face. We rested for a minute or two, not moving, just breathing.

Finally, having rested up, Chrystal rolled over again, onto her hands and knees. She was obviously recovering more quickly then I was, having not spent her energy on a devastating orgasm like I had. She looked tired as she looked up at me, but still seemed to be somewhat playful. She took my member in her hand, and pumped me a couple of times, and a little more cum trickled out, displacing the bit that was already on my tip. What had already been on my tip ran down my shaft. She swooped in with a greedy tongue, and lapped all the white juices up, along with some brown that was still clinging to my member, and swallowed it all down.

In the afterglow, I just wanted to hold her and to please her. I started to feel guilty that I hadn't given her an orgasm. "You didn't cum..."

She looked up at me with a dirty smile, and my dirty cock in her hand. "No, but I got you pretty good."

"I want you to cum." Her raised eyebrows were all the response I got. I slid all the way down to the floor, laying on my back next to her. "Sit on my face... let me eat you out."

"Heh... I still haven't gone to the bathroom. I don't think I can hold it much longer. I'll probably end up shitting all over you."

My heart skipped a beat, and then started beating faster, and I actually felt my half erect cock, still in her hand, stiffening. Just a few minutes ago, for the first time ever, I tasted someone else's shit. It was just a little bit, there on her breath, on her lips, and in her mouth. It was strong and nasty, but I liked it. I'd played with my own shit at times, less in recent years, but I knew my own dark flavor well enough. But someone else's... and with her on top, where I might not be able to escape it, or her. A woman that I knew only a few hours every week, when I paid her to pleasure me... it all seemed so dangerous. It was a heady sensation, looking up into her dark eyes, and thinking about it.

"Sit on my face." I repeated.

Her brown lips curled, and she bent down toward me. She gave me a passionate, open mouthed kiss, right on the lips, her shit smearing around my lips, and her dark tinged saliva rolling into my mouth. I managed to hold back my disgust at the strong flavor, and a part of me reveled in the depravity of it. I closed my eyes, and kissed her with all the passion I could, waiting for her to sit on my mouth.

She moved then, and started to turn around to sixty nine me. "No... I want to see your eyes. I already came. Now its your turn."

Her eyes searched mine for a moment, and then she did as I asked. She straddled my face, and started to slowly lower herself to me. I could see her muscles tense, as she lowered, and then hovered just above me. The smell was cloying, almost too much. Her whole cunt was smeared in brown, with little chunks stuck to it and in it. Her normally bright pink pussy was hidden beneath her body's mud. I could also see that her clit was fully engorged, and protruding from behind her hood, like a little cock waiting to be sucked. Her lips were swollen and open too. I breathed the scent in for a while, my heart beating faster and faster, looking up at her nasty cunt, and beyond, up her beautiful, lean body, and to her perfect face, marred only with her shit that had been smeared there from her body.

I suspected that she not only wanted to cum, but that she was hoping that I'd eat her out. I suspected that she'd staged this, somehow guessing the depths of my depravity, and had fulfilled my darkest fantasy. I wanted to give something back to her in return, if I could. I lifted my face to her body, and tentatively licked her shitty snatch. The taste wasn't unpleasant. The smell was worse then the taste. I licked again, this time deliberately from her hole to her clit, actually paying attention to where my tongue landed, instead of the taste in my mouth. She sighed, and I repeated my lick from her hole to her stiffly swollen clit again. This time I paused, and started to swirl my tongue around her clit.

My mouth was watering terribly, but I used the extra moisture to apply to her sex, pressing the thick spit up against her. Her taste finally fell to the back of my throat, and I had to suppress a gag reflex for a moment. The taste certainly wasn't bad... at the tip of my tongue, but way in the back, near my throat, the taste was almost unbearable I'm not quite sure how she'd taken me thrusting hard into her mouth, slamming against the back of her throat with my shitty cock, and not thrown up. This wasn't something a novice could have done. Even with my experienced mouth, I was having trouble. But I was determined not to quit. Even though my eyes watered, and the smell was truly putrid, I didn't stop.

But I wasn't sure how long I could go. I wanted to give this to her, and badly. She'd given me the best orgasm of my life, a memory I'd cherish forever. I had to give back to her. But I was having trouble forcing my mouth to stay next to her stinking, dirty pussy. My tongue just came out and teased at her only, and I didn't seem to be able to keep more then just the tip on her for more then a moment. I blinked, and felt tears leaking from my eyes, not from overwhelming emotion, but just watering from the flavor. But, I was determined. I would do this. Somehow.

I rose my hands to her from behind, and brought my right hand toward her pussy. With two extended fingers, I slowly pushed into her pussy. I needn't have bothered to try to be gentle though. Her dirty pussy was sopping wet, probably the wettest cunt I'd ever felt. Even with the solid, gloopy shit in there, it was just dripping wet. If it wasn't for the shit, I'm sure that pussy juice would be running down her legs. I brought my other hand to her ass, and I slowly circled a fingertip around her asshole. I could feel the hole opening slightly, and then clenching closed, over and over again. I put my finger directly against her hole, and could feel a solid mass just behind her clenching hole, pushing slightly, looking for release. She wasn't exaggerating. She could shit on me at any time.

I looked up into her eyes, and saw that she was studying me. No doubt, she could see a scowl on my face, as I tried to force myself to eat her out. I forced my tongue out as far as it would go, and gave her pussy one hard lap. She groaned, and I shuttered. I collapsed the few inches to the floor, and felt the thick mud of her shit on my tongue. I forced my stomach still so I didn't throw up, and then the watery spit in my mouth seemed to be attacking it. I swirled my tongue inside of my mouth, scr****g most of the shit off by rubbing it against the roof of my mouth, and then swallowed. I stuck my tongue way out, and rose up and licked her hard again, with a mostly clean tongue.

She moaned harder, and as I dropped my head back down to the carpet, to clean my tongue again, I stared to pump her wet pussy with my hand. I pushed a single, unlubricated digit deeply and easily into her ass, and she moaned hard again. My finger was instantly plunged deep into the center of a thick mass of shit. I pulled it out, and felt shit clinging to my finger, as if the whole turd was trying to come out with the finger. I rose up a third time, and gave her another hard lick, but stayed in place for as long as I could, maybe fifteen seconds, and flitted my tongue against her relatively clean clit. She moaned continuously as I licked her clit, and her hands came down and wrapped in my short hair, clenching me.

I dropped back to the floor, and she let me do so. I pushed two fingers up into her ass, and added a third finger into her cunt. The sound my fingers made in her was disgusting, and I fingered both of her holes, thrusting simultaneously. I looked up past her jutting nipples, and into her face. She was very close to orgasm, and her eyes were clenched hard.

I wanted that orgasm for her, and I also wanted this to be over soon. I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep from throwing up before tonight was over, and I didn't want to be sick right onto her cunt.

I steeled my resolve, and pulled my fingers out of both of her holes. A thick turd came out with my fingers, as if a shit dildo had been molded around them. Her eyes opened, and she looked down at me. Both of us were breathing heavily. I told her, "I want you to sit on my face. Grind into me, make me lick you, fuck my tongue, whatever you want. Force me."

My heart pounded hard at the words. I'd never given myself to anyone like this, not even my wife. I was telling this woman to use me, to use me as hard and nasty as she wanted, and not worry about me, just to get her own rocks off. I told her to force me to do what I was having trouble doing myself. I looked up into her eyes, and I understood then, why she'd told me to fuck her face like that, to force me. She'd already made that same sacrifice for me. I felt a stronger, more intimate connection to her then I had to anyone I'd ever known. To this woman that I was paying. It was dysfunctional and broken beyond belief, but so was fucking in shit. We'd make it work somehow, I promised myself.

I felt her little fingers on my wrist, and she pulled my shitty fingers forward. I thought she wanted them back in her ass. I could sort of feel the turd push against her body, and then I distantly could feel that my fingers were in her body again. She moved her hand back and forth quickly, and I understood, and I pumped my finger hard, pistoning quickly in and out of her. As her gripping body slowly stripped the clinging shit from my fingers, I was surprised, and aroused, to realize that she'd put my shitty fingers in her cunt. She liked it. She liked this dirty shit fucking. It was disgusting and degrading, and she liked it... and so did I. I could feel that my cock was almost fully erect again. I could just move her down, and fuck her shit cunt with my shit cock right now and I'm sure that she'd be able to get off just fine like that.
But instead, I waited for her to sit on my face. I watched her pained face, and she just about shrieked in pleasure as my hand pistoned into her. Then she clenched my hand, and pulled it away. I moved my shitty hand away from her, and she plopped right down on my face. In an instant, she was grinding her shitty pussy against my mouth. The smell and taste was even stronger now, naturally, since she had a pussy full of shit. I tried to keep my mouth open, and my tongue out, and just let her grind against me, doing as she would. It was the most disgusting thing ever, and I could feel little turdlets dropping deep into my mouth, and get smeared only my cheeks and nose. I wanted to turn my head, and probably could have if I'd tried hard enough, but her muscular thighs were gripping me hard, almost like she was trying to crush my skull.

I just close my eyes, and just tried to breath, and let her use me. I could feel the tension building in her, and felt a long, moist mass coiling onto my chest. It was hot, and I realized that she was shitting on me on the cusp of her orgasm. I wasn't sure whether to be turned on or horrified, and didn't know which she was, or would be. But I tried to imagine myself in her place, and what would turn her on. I grabbed up the shit in both hands, and smeared it on her lovely ass cheeks. Her moans became harder, and she moved more violently on me; she was more turned on.

I moved the filthy hands then, to her front, and grabbed her firm little tits, and smeared them with her waste. I kneaded and gripped them hard, painfully hard I'm sure, and her shrieks became a staccato as she started to shake and hyperventilate. Her whole body trembling, she gripped my head so hard it ached dangerously, and she started to come hard. I couldn't move my head or face at all, she held me so hard between her legs, but my tongue was free slightly, and I flickered against her clit again. She seemed to cum forever, trembling and clenching, pulling my hair, and her contracting body pushed shit and piss out at an alarming rate, making me her toilet.

Finally, her spasms subsided, and she slumped over, against the couch, still twitching slightly. I'd never seen her cum so hard. She almost seemed to be having a seizure, and I'm sure that she wasn't fully aware of what was going on. I slid out from underneath her, and carefully sat up. To keep her shit from going everywhere, I gently guided it all down into my crotch as I sat up. I pushed her up onto the couch, and laid her down. Once I sat up, I managed to swallow down everything in my mouth, and it didn't seem to be threatening to come up.

I just sat there, next to her, watching her, and cuddling as best I could from where I was at. I enjoyed watching her come down off of her orgasm, and see the afterglow settle in. She was all smiley and giggly, like she was drunk or high or something. I wanted her more, and my cock was hard as a rock. I figured that there must be something wrong with me, to let a woman treat me like that, and to actually get turned on by it... but I already knew there was something wrong me, for being turned on by shit at all.

Eventually, she turned and gave me a beaming smile, and with twinkling eyes, looked deeply into mine. Then we kissed. The taste of her mouth didn't bother me in the slightest now. Hell, my mouth was probably dirtier then hers now. She slowly turned over, and started to slide off the couch toward me. I realized that she'd be rubbing her shitty tits all over the couch in that position, but it didn't seem to matter at this point. There was shit all over the sitting area - there was no way I'd ever be able to come back to this hotel.

She squatted down in front of me, and her hand found my throbbingly hard cock amidst all the shit in my lap. "That turned you, eating me out like that, didn't it?"

I nodded.

"Heh... You need to cum again."

"Well. I don't have to. But I'd like to. Sit in my lap?"

She shook her head no. "I'm still too sensitive down there for that. You got me good. I don't think I've ever come that hard before. How about... this?"

As she asked, her hands both picked up large blobs of shit, and then used the handfuls to start jacking me off. It felt wonderful. I gasped, and moaned, and put my head back. She jacked me for a while, but the position wasn't very comfortable for either of us. So, I carefully transferred over to sit on the shitty couch, and Chrystal nestled down between my legs. She jacked me for a little bit longer, and then settled her mouth onto me again. I groaned hard, and watched her take my shitty cock into her mouth again. This time, she didn't seem to struggle with it, or make me force her. It seemed just like any other blow-job, except for the smell and presence of shit. While she sucked me, she used her hands to spread shit all over my body. The smell was intense, but I was sort of getting used to it by now. I even lifted one of her shitty hands, and sucked the shit off of her fingers seductively, and swallowed the shit right down.

I was thinking maybe that she'd make me cum this way, but I wasn't really worried about it. I'd cum so hard the first time, I was amazed that I was hard again at all. I just laid back, and enjoyed it, while she gave it to me. I didn't have to force her this time; her mouth and nose were probably so full of the taste and smell that more didn't make any difference. She didn't try to swallow anything though, taking nothing into her throat as far as I could tell, letting her spit run down my shaft to lubricate it for her pumping hand.

After a while, she climbed up me, and with her knees on the cushion to either side of my lap, her face was right in front of mine. She looked deep into my eyes for a moment, and then embraced me, her shitty body against mine. Her shitty hands grabbed my hair, and pulled me into a deep kiss. I felt her hot, dripping snatch slide down over my thick, shitty cock, and we both moaned into the kiss. We made slow love in that position, kissing and embracing, taking turns sucking each others shit smeared nipples, and sharing dirty kisses, until we both came together.

God, what a mess it was later. It took forever to get cleaned up. That carpet might come clean, but I'm sure that the sofa cushion was a total loss. I had to run down to her car when I got cleaned up, and bring up her large black duffel. It was full of all kinds of sex toys and fetish wear, but she only wanted the reusable douche bottle to clean the shit out of her pussy.

Both at exhaustion, we shared the clean bed together after we'd cleaned up, and slept and clung to each other all night long. The next morning, We made gentle, clean love until my morning erection slumped down, and refused to respond, and then I finished her off with my tongue and fingers. Amazingly, Chrystal wouldn't take the extra cash, or even the normal tip. I only paid the agency's fee; the rest was free. The only thing she asked for, was that I make a copy of the dirty DVD for her. It turned out that she'd discovered it the week before, after I'd fallen asleep, and she stayed up and watched the whole thing, fucking herself raw with her fingers as she watched, hoping that I'd wake up and do her again. The whole dirty seduction was something she'd planned after seeing how deep my kinks actually ran. I was the only client she'd ever gone to such depths with, although she admitted that she'd had a handful of dirty sex partners in the past.

My balls ached, badly, for days afterward, I'd so overspent myself during that first orgasm. It was just over two days later before I was able to have another orgasm, and it was a weak one, with watery cum instead of the thick, clinging stuff I normally fire. It was an unusual encounter with my wife who was normally frigid in bed, and it was the only time that whole month that she and I were intimate.

Chrystal met me again and again in the coming weeks, all off the books of her agency. Sometimes we'd have dirty sex, but mostly it was just the normal sex we'd grown accustomed to. And sometimes we didn't have sex at all. Sometimes we just spent time together. None of my friends understood it, and I've practically been disowned by my family, but I'm married to Chrystal now. She willingly gave me something that no other woman would, or maybe even could, and I returned it as best as I could. She's still dirtier then I am, but I love her for it. Sure, I have to share her with other men (and sometimes women), but I don't mind so much. She still comes home and has the energy to fuck me good, and she'll do things with me that you just can't pay her for. What a filthy, disgusting, and loving whore I'm married to.