On a lark, and feeling a little more than crazy, Dave had decided to try the phone number his friend Martin had given him. On the card the number originated, was written only three things - the name Rachel, the word beneath it - Model, and the phone number. Martin said he had met Rachel several weeks previous and vouched sincerely for her looks and personality. However, Martin knew nothing about her professional talents. Dave was now going to find out.

He called the number earlier in the day and was answered by a beeper tone. After entering his own phone number, he waited about an hour and a half for the call back. Dave was just a little surprised at hearing Rachel on the other end, having never done this before.

Their conversation was short and to the point. Dave told Rachel he was given the number by a friend who had apparently met Rachel. After hearing his description, Rachel seemed to remember Martin. A pause in the conversation drew out a bit, then Rachel asked what sorts of things Dave liked. Well this was no ordinary circumstance involving just anybody, so Dave explained carefully.

He felt his face grow hot and redden as he explained to Rachel the primary purpose of his call was his want for good anal sex but also how he was into watersports and was interested in compiling a small video of women pooping. Without a pause Rachel told him her charge would be £200.

"You mean you'll do it?" asked Dave.

"Sure," replied Rachel. "I've got nothing against anal sex or watersports and I'm interested in this video thing. I need to make a few preparations, but I could meet you between six and six-thirty this evening. Does that work?"

Six... Six-thirty...., Dave's mind was reeling with the weight of what he was setting up. "Yeah, sure, that works fine."

"Where do you want to meet?" asked Rachel.

"We can meet at my place," said Dave. "I mean, you are trustworthy right?"

"Yeah," said Rachel soothingly. "Don't be nervous. I'm okay."

Dave told her his address and put down the phone.

Seven hours and thirty seven minutes later, Dave's intercom rang. When he asked who it was (of course he knew) the reply was - Model - definitely Rachel's voice, and he buzzed her in.

Waiting for her to come to his door, he thought about what he was about to do. Sure, he was nervous. But it could be the best sexual experience of his life. Sure, it was expensive. But it was also one of those very few times in a lifetime things.

A knock came at the door. Just out of habit, Dave looked through the peephole. What he saw made him open the door right away.

"Hi," said the woman standing before him, "I'm Rachel."

She was fairly tall. Maybe five foot eight or nine, with wavy auburn hair which fell almost a third down her back. Her face was much better than average - small nose, high cheekbones, full almost pouting mouth, large green eyes, and very little makeup - any more would have spoiled it.

Underneath her jacket and blouse, Rachel's chest was not too large, but more than enough for most. Dave could see a bra under the blouse which seemed to be straining. She wore a blue skirt which ended just above the knee, not trashy, and rather expensive looking. Her legs seemed long and firm, and ended in black heels.

"Hi," said Dave after his initial look. "Come on in."

Closing the door behind her, Dave looked to Rachel's backside as she walked into the apartment. This woman had it all. Her arse rolled smoothly under her skirt making it look like calm water gently rising and falling on a lake in the mountains.

"Can I get you anything?" asked Dave, "A drink? Maybe something to eat?"

"No thank you," replied Rachel. "You should know I have had my fill before coming here. Have to prepare these things you know."

Her pouty mouth widened in a wicked grin.

"You're a little nervous?" said Rachel. "Don't be."

Rachel walked to Dave and put her arms around him, gently hugging him to her chest.

"But just to clear everything, lets get the business side out of the way. You have the money?"

"Yeah, sure. Hold on."

Dave escaped her grasp and retrieved the £200 from the other room. Rachel quickly counted it, then deposited it in her purse.

"Now, to fun," said Rachel. "I might as well tell you, I'm bursting to go - both ways if you know what I mean - so where exactly do you want me?"

"Over here," said Dave and pointed to the living room area. He had already prepared the room, clearing away furniture to make a wide expanse and set up the camera to best catch the light. A clear plastic tarp was spread over the floor.

"That looks good," said Rachel. "Do you want to warm up, or go straight into it? And how do you want me dressed?"

"I'd rather not warm up to it. And as for how you are dressed, what exactly have you got on under all that?"

In answer to his question, Rachel began undressing, starting with her jacket and blouse, than her skirt. Soon she stood before him in a white bra, skimpy white cotton panties, and white garter belt and stockings.

"Oh.... thats good," said Dave. He felt himself smile.

"Glad you like it," smiled Rachel back. "And do you want my panties on or off for now?"

"Leave your panties on at first, but lose the bra."

Rachel undid her bra and let her large breasts hang free. They were firm, round, and certainly did not seem fake.

"Do you mind peeing through your panties?"

"Nah, they are pretty cheap. And hell, you can keep them if you want."

"Okay, then come over here on the tarp in front of the camera. Turn around toward the front. When you see this little red light go on, go ahead and pee through your panties."

"Do you want a show?" asked Rachel. "Like I'm playing with myself or something?"

Absentmindedly Rachel began rubbing her crotch gently with her fingers.

"Yeah," said Dave. "Start by playing with yourself, then when you begin peeing, move your hands back so I can see the wetness grow."

"Sounds good," said Rachel and smiled again.

Dave started the camera. Rachel took her cue very well and began playing with herself, rubbing her crotch and breasts while standing in front of the camera. The plastic crinkled beneath her feet as she shifted her weight and soon Rachel began breathing heavily and moaning slightly.

"Oh I have to pee soooo bad," she said into the camera, "God I have been waiting so long for it. Now finally I have got to go and I can feel it coming. And oh this feels so good - touching myself where I'm going to pee. And pee right into my panties."

Rachel looked at Dave who was decidedly transfixed and containing a monstrous erection.

"Oh God this is so good. And I think I'm gonna piss now! Oh yes. Oh yeah. I can feel it coming out. Oh yeah...."

Dave looked down to Rachel's crotch and watched as a tiny bit of wetness appeared. As she continued talking, Rachel moved her hands back, spreading her pussy underneath the panties. The wetness began to grow quickly and Dave could hear the hiss as Rachel's pee forced its way into her panties.

"Oh yeah! Its so warm and it feels so good!," continued Rachel.

Rachel arched her back slightly and pointed her crotch at the camera to maximize the effect. Her wet spot was now considerably larger and was still growing. Dave could see her piss leaking down her legs and off into the tarp. It splattered and pattered on the tarp and began to form a pool.

"Oh yesssss.... Oh its still coming out! Oh I'm sooo warm and sooo wet. Oh yeah.... Oh I love to feel piss in my panties, all over my cunt...."

Finally the stream tapered off and Rachel stood up straight. She started rubbing herself again, now harder than before, and winked at the camera. Dave pressed the button to stop the recording.

"Well aren't you going to get undressed Dave? You're not the only one turned on by all this you know. See these panties? These wet panties? I'm going to give them to you now."

Rachel turned around and bent over. She started sliding the panties, soaked thoroughly through, down over her perfect arse.

"This is what you wanted after all, isn't it Dave? You wanted to see my arse."

She turned slightly and looked back at Dave, who was now undressing quickly.

"You like my arse? You want to be inside my arse? Well, I'll let you. But first you have to let me do something else."

"And what might that be?" asked Dave now sliding his own underwear down.

"You said you were going to let me poop for you. Right here on the floor I suppose. And you were going to film it. And then you wanted to fuck me up the arse. Isn't that right?"

"Oh yeah," said Dave.

Rachel stood up and tossed her soaked panties to Dave. He caught them in his fingers and was surprised at how warm they still were. He squeezed them gently and watched as Rachel's warm piss welled up in his fingers.

"Well, lets get on with it then," said Rachel still playing with herself, "how do you want me? Like this?"

She turned around again, grabbed her arse cheeks in both hands, and spread them apart. Dave could see her puckered brown hole and watched it as Rachel flexed it out a few times.

"No," said Dave. "Do it on the floor. From on your knees."

"Like this?" Rachel got down on her knees and bent over until her chest touched the floor, still holding her arse apart, and again flexed her hole out.

"Yeah," said Dave, "like that. Just like that."

"Well then hurry up," said Rachel with a small laugh, "cause I have got to shit!"

The camera is starting now, said Dave.

Rachel waited a few seconds before starting. Then she began rubbing her pussy while still holding her arse apart with the other hand.

"Oh this feels so good. Pissing in my panties felt so good and warm, but now I have to shit. Oh yeah, I can feel it moving inside me trying to get out. And its gonna be a big one too. Oh it feels good...."

Dave watched, again transfixed as Rachel's arsehole puckered in and out as she flexed her shitting muscles.

"Oh yessss! Oh yeah! God this feels good! Its coming.... Oh yeah! I can feel it! Its coming out! Oh yeah, oh God its huge! Oh yessss I'm gonna shit myself!"

Rachels arsehole now pushed out as she bore down and Dave could see it start to open. Her anus seemed to peel back around the turd as it slowly forced its way out. Larger and larger her hole grew as the monstrous log came out. Because of her angle, the turd stuck straight out toward the camera, continuing to grow in length. It was now at least two inches out of her arse and at least a good inch and a half thick.

"Oh yeah!" continued Rachel now furiously rubbing herself off. "Oh God its so big and it feels so good! Oh yeah! Unnnnnngh! Oh God I'm so close to cumming.... Oh yessss.... Oh yes.. Oh! Oh God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming and I'm shitting! I'm really cumming!"

Rachel now let go of her arse and attacked her crotch with both hands. The poop continued to force itself out of her arsehole. Dave kept watching Rachel's arse as the shit-log, now at least six inches out of her butt, started to angle down from its own weight. At last the turd started to taper off and eventually fell out of Rachel's arse on to the tarp. It landed with a dull smack. The turd was at least eight inches long.

"Oh yeah," breathed Rachel. "God that was good."

She turned her head and looked at Dave. "Well aren't you going to finish the job? Come over here and fuck me in the arse. Right here. Right now. Just like this."

Dave walked in front of the camera and turned Rachel just slightly so the camera caught his cock as he knelt behind her and touched it to her brown stained hole. It slid in almost easily, Rachel's muscles now stretched and relaxed from the massive log she had just expelled.

"Oh that's good," said Rachel. "Better than shitting for you. Oh yeah. Fuck my arse. Bugger me. Harder."

Dave complied with Rachel's command and began taking full-length strokes in and out of her arse. It was so hot and slippery, he could feel his own orgasm building amazingly fast. He looked down at the turd on the tarp beside them and thought about it coming out of her arse just moments ago.

"Oh yeah Dave! Fuck my arse! That feels sooo good!"

Rachel started rubbing her crotch again and Dave could feel her fingers brush against him. It added to the sensation and he knew the end was near.

"Oh fuck!" cried Rachel. "Oh yeah! Fuck my arse! Fuck it hard! Im gonna cum again Dave! Fuck me good while I cum and cum inside me! Oh yeah! Ummmmm.... Oh! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh yeah! I'm cumming Dave! I'm cumming! Oh fuck me hard and cum inside me! Oh yeah!"

Dave was now slamming himself into her arse with every stroke. Their bodies slapped together as he reached full depth every time. As Rachel started cumming, Dave could feel her arsehole spasm with her orgasm and it was more than enough to send him over the edge.

"Oh yeah Rachel! I'm gonna cum too! Oh yeah! Feel me cum! Feel me cum in your arse! Oh yeah! Here it comes!"

"Oh do it Dave! Cum up my shitter!"

Dave groaned loudly as he felt his orgasm rock him. Spurt after spurt shot deep into Rachel's bowels as he continued to fuck her hard.

"Oh yeah Dave! I can feel it! I can feel your cum inside me! Oh yeah!"

Finally Dave's orgasm subsided and he pulled out of Rachel's shitty arse with a tiny wet smack. Both were breathing hard and just sat for a while before speaking.

"Oh God that was good," said Rachel.

She turned her arse toward the camera, still rolling, and pushed just slightly until a trail of Dave's cum appeared and ran down her crack to her pussy. Dave turned off the camera after catching several minutes of the cum on tape.

"May I ask what your plans are for the tape?" asked Rachel.

"Well, I thought I might sell copies of it after I get some more footage."

"I'll tell you what," said Rachel smiling very broadly, "I'll give you half your money back and volunteer to do more scenes with you at a reduced cost if you let me have a cut of whatever you make off it."

"Its a deal," said Dave.

On a lark, and feeling a little more than crazy, Dave had decided to try the phone number his friend Martin had given him. On the card the number originated, was written only three things - the name Rachel, the word beneath it - Model, and the phone number. Martin said he had met Rachel several weeks previous and vouched sincerely for her looks and personality. However, Martin knew nothing about her professional talents. Dave was now going to find out.

He called the number earlier in the day and was answered by a beeper tone. After entering his own phone number, he waited about an hour and a half for the call back. Dave was just a little surprised at hearing Rachel on the other end, having never done this before.

Their conversation was short and to the point. Dave told Rachel he was given the number by a friend who had apparently met Rachel. After hearing his description, Rachel seemed to remember Martin. A pause in the conversation drew out a bit, then Rachel asked what sorts of things Dave liked. Well this was no ordinary circumstance involving just anybody, so Dave explained carefully.

He felt his face grow hot and redden as he explained to Rachel the primary purpose of his call was his want for good anal sex but also how he was into watersports and was interested in compiling a small video of women pooping. Without a pause Rachel told him her charge would be £200.

"You mean you'll do it?" asked Dave.

"Sure," replied Rachel. "I've got nothing against anal sex or watersports and I'm interested in this video thing. I need to make a few preparations, but I could meet you between six and six-thirty this evening. Does that work?"

Six... Six-thirty...., Dave's mind was reeling with the weight of what he was setting up. "Yeah, sure, that works fine."

"Where do you want to meet?" asked Rachel.

"We can meet at my place," said Dave. "I mean, you are trustworthy right?"

"Yeah," said Rachel soothingly. "Don't be nervous. I'm okay."

Dave told her his address and put down the phone.

Seven hours and thirty seven minutes later, Dave's intercom rang. When he asked who it was (of course he knew) the reply was - Model - definitely Rachel's voice, and he buzzed her in.

Waiting for her to come to his door, he thought about what he was about to do. Sure, he was nervous. But it could be the best sexual experience of his life. Sure, it was expensive. But it was also one of those very few times in a lifetime things.

A knock came at the door. Just out of habit, Dave looked through the peephole. What he saw made him open the door right away.

"Hi," said the woman standing before him, "I'm Rachel."

She was fairly tall. Maybe five foot eight or nine, with wavy auburn hair which fell almost a third down her back. Her face was much better than average - small nose, high cheekbones, full almost pouting mouth, large green eyes, and very little makeup - any more would have spoiled it.

Underneath her jacket and blouse, Rachel's chest was not too large, but more than enough for most. Dave could see a bra under the blouse which seemed to be straining. She wore a blue skirt which ended just above the knee, not trashy, and rather expensive looking. Her legs seemed long and firm, and ended in black heels.

"Hi," said Dave after his initial look. "Come on in."

Closing the door behind her, Dave looked to Rachel's backside as she walked into the apartment. This woman had it all. Her arse rolled smoothly under her skirt making it look like calm water gently rising and falling on a lake in the mountains.

"Can I get you anything?" asked Dave, "A drink? Maybe something to eat?"

"No thank you," replied Rachel. "You should know I have had my fill before coming here. Have to prepare these things you know."

Her pouty mouth widened in a wicked grin.

"You're a little nervous?" said Rachel. "Don't be."

Rachel walked to Dave and put her arms around him, gently hugging him to her chest.

"But just to clear everything, lets get the business side out of the way. You have the money?"

"Yeah, sure. Hold on."

Dave escaped her grasp and retrieved the £200 from the other room. Rachel quickly counted it, then deposited it in her purse.

"Now, to fun," said Rachel. "I might as well tell you, I'm bursting to go - both ways if you know what I mean - so where exactly do you want me?"

"Over here," said Dave and pointed to the living room area. He had already prepared the room, clearing away furniture to make a wide expanse and set up the camera to best catch the light. A clear plastic tarp was spread over the floor.

"That looks good," said Rachel. "Do you want to warm up, or go straight into it? And how do you want me dressed?"

"I'd rather not warm up to it. And as for how you are dressed, what exactly have you got on under all that?"

In answer to his question, Rachel began undressing, starting with her jacket and blouse, than her skirt. Soon she stood before him in a white bra, skimpy white cotton panties, and white garter belt and stockings.

"Oh.... thats good," said Dave. He felt himself smile.

"Glad you like it," smiled Rachel back. "And do you want my panties on or off for now?"

"Leave your panties on at first, but lose the bra."

Rachel undid her bra and let her large breasts hang free. They were firm, round, and certainly did not seem fake.

"Do you mind peeing through your panties?"

"Nah, they are pretty cheap. And hell, you can keep them if you want."

"Okay, then come over here on the tarp in front of the camera. Turn around toward the front. When you see this little red light go on, go ahead and pee through your panties."

"Do you want a show?" asked Rachel. "Like I'm playing with myself or something?"

Absentmindedly Rachel began rubbing her crotch gently with her fingers.

"Yeah," said Dave. "Start by playing with yourself, then when you begin peeing, move your hands back so I can see the wetness grow."

"Sounds good," said Rachel and smiled again.

Dave started the camera. Rachel took her cue very well and began playing with herself, rubbing her crotch and breasts while standing in front of the camera. The plastic crinkled beneath her feet as she shifted her weight and soon Rachel began breathing heavily and moaning slightly.

"Oh I have to pee soooo bad," she said into the camera, "God I have been waiting so long for it. Now finally I have got to go and I can feel it coming. And oh this feels so good - touching myself where I'm going to pee. And pee right into my panties."

Rachel looked at Dave who was decidedly transfixed and containing a monstrous erection.

"Oh God this is so good. And I think I'm gonna piss now! Oh yes. Oh yeah. I can feel it coming out. Oh yeah...."

Dave looked down to Rachel's crotch and watched as a tiny bit of wetness appeared. As she continued talking, Rachel moved her hands back, spreading her pussy underneath the panties. The wetness began to grow quickly and Dave could hear the hiss as Rachel's pee forced its way into her panties.

"Oh yeah! Its so warm and it feels so good!," continued Rachel.

Rachel arched her back slightly and pointed her crotch at the camera to maximize the effect. Her wet spot was now considerably larger and was still growing. Dave could see her piss leaking down her legs and off into the tarp. It splattered and pattered on the tarp and began to form a pool.

"Oh yesssss.... Oh its still coming out! Oh I'm sooo warm and sooo wet. Oh yeah.... Oh I love to feel piss in my panties, all over my cunt...."

Finally the stream tapered off and Rachel stood up straight. She started rubbing herself again, now harder than before, and winked at the camera. Dave pressed the button to stop the recording.

"Well aren't you going to get undressed Dave? You're not the only one turned on by all this you know. See these panties? These wet panties? I'm going to give them to you now."

Rachel turned around and bent over. She started sliding the panties, soaked thoroughly through, down over her perfect arse.

"This is what you wanted after all, isn't it Dave? You wanted to see my arse."

She turned slightly and looked back at Dave, who was now undressing quickly.

"You like my arse? You want to be inside my arse? Well, I'll let you. But first you have to let me do something else."

"And what might that be?" asked Dave now sliding his own underwear down.

"You said you were going to let me poop for you. Right here on the floor I suppose. And you were going to film it. And then you wanted to fuck me up the arse. Isn't that right?"

"Oh yeah," said Dave.

Rachel stood up and tossed her soaked panties to Dave. He caught them in his fingers and was surprised at how warm they still were. He squeezed them gently and watched as Rachel's warm piss welled up in his fingers.

"Well, lets get on with it then," said Rachel still playing with herself, "how do you want me? Like this?"

She turned around again, grabbed her arse cheeks in both hands, and spread them apart. Dave could see her puckered brown hole and watched it as Rachel flexed it out a few times.

"No," said Dave. "Do it on the floor. From on your knees."

"Like this?" Rachel got down on her knees and bent over until her chest touched the floor, still holding her arse apart, and again flexed her hole out.

"Yeah," said Dave, "like that. Just like that."

"Well then hurry up," said Rachel with a small laugh, "cause I have got to shit!"

The camera is starting now, said Dave.

Rachel waited a few seconds before starting. Then she began rubbing her pussy while still holding her arse apart with the other hand.

"Oh this feels so good. Pissing in my panties felt so good and warm, but now I have to shit. Oh yeah, I can feel it moving inside me trying to get out. And its gonna be a big one too. Oh it feels good...."

Dave watched, again transfixed as Rachel's arsehole puckered in and out as she flexed her shitting muscles.

"Oh yessss! Oh yeah! God this feels good! Its coming.... Oh yeah! I can feel it! Its coming out! Oh yeah, oh God its huge! Oh yessss I'm gonna shit myself!"

Rachels arsehole now pushed out as she bore down and Dave could see it start to open. Her anus seemed to peel back around the turd as it slowly forced its way out. Larger and larger her hole grew as the monstrous log came out. Because of her angle, the turd stuck straight out toward the camera, continuing to grow in length. It was now at least two inches out of her arse and at least a good inch and a half thick.

"Oh yeah!" continued Rachel now furiously rubbing herself off. "Oh God its so big and it feels so good! Oh yeah! Unnnnnngh! Oh God I'm so close to cumming.... Oh yessss.... Oh yes.. Oh! Oh God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming and I'm shitting! I'm really cumming!"

Rachel now let go of her arse and attacked her crotch with both hands. The poop continued to force itself out of her arsehole. Dave kept watching Rachel's arse as the shit-log, now at least six inches out of her butt, started to angle down from its own weight. At last the turd started to taper off and eventually fell out of Rachel's arse on to the tarp. It landed with a dull smack. The turd was at least eight inches long.

"Oh yeah," breathed Rachel. "God that was good."

She turned her head and looked at Dave. "Well aren't you going to finish the job? Come over here and fuck me in the arse. Right here. Right now. Just like this."

Dave walked in front of the camera and turned Rachel just slightly so the camera caught his cock as he knelt behind her and touched it to her brown stained hole. It slid in almost easily, Rachel's muscles now stretched and relaxed from the massive log she had just expelled.

"Oh that's good," said Rachel. "Better than shitting for you. Oh yeah. Fuck my arse. Bugger me. Harder."

Dave complied with Rachel's command and began taking full-length strokes in and out of her arse. It was so hot and slippery, he could feel his own orgasm building amazingly fast. He looked down at the turd on the tarp beside them and thought about it coming out of her arse just moments ago.

"Oh yeah Dave! Fuck my arse! That feels sooo good!"

Rachel started rubbing her crotch again and Dave could feel her fingers brush against him. It added to the sensation and he knew the end was near.

"Oh fuck!" cried Rachel. "Oh yeah! Fuck my arse! Fuck it hard! Im gonna cum again Dave! Fuck me good while I cum and cum inside me! Oh yeah! Ummmmm.... Oh! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh yeah! I'm cumming Dave! I'm cumming! Oh fuck me hard and cum inside me! Oh yeah!"

Dave was now slamming himself into her arse with every stroke. Their bodies slapped together as he reached full depth every time. As Rachel started cumming, Dave could feel her arsehole spasm with her orgasm and it was more than enough to send him over the edge.

"Oh yeah Rachel! I'm gonna cum too! Oh yeah! Feel me cum! Feel me cum in your arse! Oh yeah! Here it comes!"

"Oh do it Dave! Cum up my shitter!"

Dave groaned loudly as he felt his orgasm rock him. Spurt after spurt shot deep into Rachel's bowels as he continued to fuck her hard.

"Oh yeah Dave! I can feel it! I can feel your cum inside me! Oh yeah!"

Finally Dave's orgasm subsided and he pulled out of Rachel's shitty arse with a tiny wet smack. Both were breathing hard and just sat for a while before speaking.

"Oh God that was good," said Rachel.

She turned her arse toward the camera, still rolling, and pushed just slightly until a trail of Dave's cum appeared and ran down her crack to her pussy. Dave turned off the camera after catching several minutes of the cum on tape.

"May I ask what your plans are for the tape?" asked Rachel.

"Well, I thought I might sell copies of it after I get some more footage."

"I'll tell you what," said Rachel smiling very broadly, "I'll give you half your money back and volunteer to do more scenes with you at a reduced cost if you let me have a cut of whatever you make off it."

"Its a deal," said Dave.