Dandy Walker

(MF ws anal scat Msolo)

I'll never forget the time the doctor told me I was a mongoloid.
It happened a few years ago now, on one of my first business
trips for the company.

It's strange to be one of the few people that have been through
it, the unexpected hold after a routine investigation, sitting
there in the waiting room for what starts out as an additional 20
minutes. Eventually it turns into hours, with the guy coming out
to check up on you every now and then, telling you they're still
just looking into one more, last thing. And then finally he comes
walking with a look of professional neutrality on his face,
asking you to join him in another room.

I followed him, feeling strangely blank inside. If I was to have
imagined this moment, I would have imagined terror, anxiety, or
just anything apart from the plain normal. But as I walked behind
him there was nothing in my mind but the pale color of the
hospital walls, and the weight of my jacket and my bags in my
hands.

It wasn't cancer, and it wasn't anything else of that sort
either. Instead, it was the most bizarre thing I could ever have
imagined. He didn't really use the word M-word, because it wasn't
exactly the truth. He told me he didn't know very much, but he
had gotten me some papers faxed to the hospital, and I could have
them to read later. I suppose we talked some more, but I never
really got around to asking anything. He let me go pretty
quickly, knowing I had a conference to attend in the morning.

Once I was out of the hospital and finally had some food again,
the nausea really sat in. And once I got to where I was going,
taking the last train out of town, what little, restless sleep I
got didn't do anything to help. The next day was tough. When work
was finally over, I went back to my room to do some reading about
myself, and what followed was possibly the longest, strangest
night of my life. In the morning that followed I started out as a
wreck, but on my first cup of coffee the nausea miraculously
broke. After that my brain started dealing with the situation in
the way it deals with everything, it told me I needed to cum,
hard.

It didn't take long until I just sat there, in the middle of a
conference room, actually feeling the precum starting to ooze out
into my shorts. My head was a constant assault of sexual imagery,
every fantasy I'd ever had and hadn't lived out came back to
haunt me, and all the ones I had actually managed to live out
just came screaming for more. Inside my head, every woman in the
room was turned into nothing but a lusting, cock-craving
fuckslut. I was mesmerized by their bodies, by the suits packing
in their firm, smooth tits and asses, and in my mind I was just
tearing through pants and panties, forcing one slut after the
other to bend over the table, filling their tight cunts and
colons with my sperm. I knew there would be nothing else on my
mind that day, no matter what I tried to do about it.

I excused myself at the first break, and everyone I was with
understood, knowing how I'd felt the day before. I could barely
control myself on my way up to the room, wanting to stop at every
corner to rip my cock out and jerk it off right there in the
hallway.

Once I finally got to close the door behind me I got out of the
suit in a second. I remember stopping naked in front of the
mirror, watching my perfectly toned, hard earned muscles,
thinking to myself, that this is not the body of a retard.

Then I lay down naked in bed and started masturbating. I swear to
god, my Cock has never felt that good in my entire life. My long,
massive, stiff cock, squeezed by my hard fist. I spent a long
time, maybe an hour, overwhelmed by perverted lust, stroking my
leaking erection, just laying there with a growing mix of
squirted piss and precum on my stomach. I was looking for a
thought to come to, and no matter how good the normal kinks felt,
I just kept prolonging the pleasure, feeling that it would be a
waste to have my first orgasm as a bona fide mongoloid to such
ordinary, sick smut.

It wasn't until I thought about the mongo-girls that I hit the
jackpot. Their spastic movements, and those slobbering lips, and
the thought of my cock sliding inside one of their crooked, warm
bodies, finally gave me what I needed. At the thought of pressing
myself down on, and fucking myself into a hairy, mongoloid cunt,
I started shooting all over myself, long strains of hot, thick
cock juice. In a second, messy and spent, I fell asleep.

I came four more times, falling asleep between each. And each
time I woke up to the thought of my greasy, stiff cock, sliding
between a pair of those soft, chromosome deficient breasts, or
pressing inside wonderful, tight, retarded cunts and assholes,
and I just reached down and started stroking. I survived that day
on peanuts and crisps from the mini bar, along with one sandwich
left from the trip. I was out like a light by 6 pm, and I slept
until the sun woke me the next morning, staggering into the
shower, cured, and feeling somehow like I had some new purpose to
my life. I was out to conquer again, but this time, interracial
just wouldn't do it.

...

As it turned out, my normal life soon recaptured its hold of most
of my attention, and between that and all the other things I
suddenly felt compelled to try out, I didn't attend to this
desire for some time. It wasn't until several years after, just a
couple of months ago, that I found myself in another hotel room,
suddenly realizing how long I had been waiting for what I was
about to experience.

I was on a date, except she hadn't arrived yet, and I was busy
preparing. The bedding from the hotel was safely tucked away in a
closet, replaced with  my own, and I had covered the mattress in
a huge plastic sheet under the normal ones. Finally, I had rolled
up towels and placed all around the bedsides, on the floor. You
can never be careful enough when you're meeting strange girls.
When I was finished, I was getting horny to the point where it
took an effort to just sit down and wait. I grabbed a beer,
turned on the TV, and noticed that, on this particular day, CNN
was mentioning Israel and the Gaza.

It's been a while now since I obsessed with Dandy Walker
syndrome, but that all changed about a year ago when I met this
girl in a chat room. I suppose it was the name that attracted her
to me. It took her a while to reveal anything about herself. In
the beginning, I only knew her as something that resembled, but
wasn't quite, Shitgirl. Now, I've never been much into that side
of things myself, sex-wise that is, but she was very slick about
it, in a way that never failed to turn me on. Besides, she never
wanted anything more than to team up over the computer for some
dirty talk. And talk dirty she did.

After getting her off for about 3 months, on evenings when we
both stayed at work chatting, things started to get more intense.
We started arranging entire evenings of masturbation, when she
would go home and get online again, and I would stay put,
pretending to work late, using my private laptop. I would dictate
her every twisted move for however long it took. And let me tell
you right away, the things she had to do to herself for
satisfaction were pretty twisted by most anyones standards. It
always took several hours, and several cums for her, before she
would eventually start telling me to sperm down my offfice. There
was nothing I didn't like about this girl, she seemed to be pure
filth in a way I had given up on a long time ago. She even looked
good enough from the photos she sent, slim body, perky tits, and
an ass that, like most good asses, looked like it could give your
cock all the squeezing it would ever need. I've never had any
trouble hiding anything from my sweet, loving wife before, but
this situation was starting to turn into a real challenge.

Somewhere along the line, my perverted mistress revealed that she
had the syndrome, asked about my nick, and so that became
settled. On that day, I realized I wanted her for real. Between
the two of us, we universally agreed that one side effect that
was left out of the medical documentation was severe perversion.

It didn't take to long to persuade her, and we picked a city and
a date. I was nearby on a trip with work, and we were meeting
afterwards at a restaurant she had chosen.

...

Once I had left my hotel room, and got to the restaurant, I saw
her almost immediately. She was sitting alone at a table waiting
for me, looking amazing. She's small and short, with long,
straight brown hair, and a pretty, kind of innocuous face. For
those interested, I have been described at times as good looking,
I'm slightly taller than average, and pretty well built by now.
Like me, she has almost no sign of our common condition, although
I noticed pretty soon that the entire back of her head was
visibly larger than normal. She used her hair to hide it to good
effect. It turned me on, everything about her turned me on.

It started mostly like a regular date, but by the end of the
meal, she was noticeably turned on too. She was touching me with
her feet under the table, and looking at me with glossy, horny
eyes. It was clear that she had been anticipating this, and that
it would all end up being a lot better than any regular date.

She started the game, with one, far from innocent, line.

- "I'm so full sir! I think we might have to go soon..."

Now that's something you don't hear from every woman. She kept
her eyes on me, waiting for some sort of confirmation. I had
known her long enough to realize where she wanted this to go.

- "Ok, but don't you think we could have just a cup of coffee
first?"

She panted silently, and then sat there, looking for a second as
if she was about to loose control right that instant. She calmed
down, looked back at me and answered quietly.

- "Are we going to do the things we talked about, after?"

I ignored her, turning to get someone to bring coffee, and when I
looked back she was leaning forward, looking me in the eyes in
the most seductive and subordinate way I had ever seen.

- "I love you! I'm gonna be your slut!"

We took our time drinking the coffee, and she was squirming
slowly in her seat. The sight of her caused a lump in my pants.
Every now and then she would speak, always looking down into the
table like a shy little girl, ashamed of herself, always saying
essentially the same thing.

- "My stomach is so full from all that food!",

or

- "Oh, I don't know if I can take much longer..."

The only thing that changed was the way she said it. She sounded
more and more like a little child, but I knew her, and she was
clearly working herself up to nothing but a sick, perverted
whore, aching to be used and abused. It was beautiful to witness.

Once we finally left it had turned chilly outside, but the hotel
was near. She turned and kissed me, it was our first real kiss,
and after the initial peck, it turned violent on us. I wanted to
rip her clothes off right there on the pavement, but I controlled
myself, one last time.

- "Are we going to the hotel now?"

- "Tell me you're my whore!"

She didn't even hesitate, she just looked right back at me with
complete abandon in her eyes.

- "I'm your dirty fucking whore!"

- “Good girl!”

We left, and arrived at the hotel a couple of minutes later. She
stopped outside the door, and I looked back at her. She looked
like she was fighting a cramp, just standing there in her short
skirt and pantyhose, her legs slightly spread, and an arousing
look of effort on her face. She relaxed and looked up at me, this
time her face looked a little worried.

- "I'm so full Sir. And I'm so sick and dirty..."

I just looked back, feeling myself lusting for that body.

- "So let's see if we can't get you inside, and try to find a
good way to make you empty again..."

She moaned and threw herself at me again. All the way up the
elevator she kept kissing me, grinding herself against my leg and
moaning. She kept pulling her mouth from mine, just to say
something quick and dirty up into my ear while she pressed her
cunt against me.

- "I want you to fuck me so bad! I want you to fucking rape me!
I'm such a whore! I'll let you do anything to me!"

Then she whispered

- "I want you to hurt me...".

She was out of control and loving it.

Before long, we were on the bed, trying to undress with our
mouths locked to each other. Once we got the last of our clothes
off, we were just laying naked next to each other, waiting for
the last, inexplicable sexual tension to break. She had about two
weeks of hair on her pussy, it looked absolutely perfect. I
touched it, she bucked back at me and panted, and my fingers
soaked in warm cunt juice. 

Her cunt lips were small, in a way that made her cunt look 
stretched open, almost a little twisted. Her left breast was
noticeably smaller than the right one. She looked up at me.

- "Are we going to do it?"

I almost didn't have any time to answer, before she climbed on
top of me. I smiled up at her.

- "Go ahead!"

There was almost no resistance, she coated my entire cock in warm
juices as she swallowed it inside her fuck hole. She didn't weigh
anything, her smooth body was just sliding over mine, her slender
limbs brushing against my muscles. Her cunt made wet noises when
she started fucking, kissing me and moaning.

It really didn't take more than a few seconds until it seemed
like she was about to cum. Before I found out if she was, she
stopped herself, and just lay there for a moment, looking down at
me. She seemed to look for words without finding any, and then
she simply surrendered to the desire that was written so
desperately on her face.

- "Please.."

- "Please what?", I replied, with something that I hope resembled
a cruel smile on my face.

- "Can I do it, sir?"

- "Do what, slut?"

- "Can I shit, sir?"

- "You can do anything you want, you dirty shitbitch!"

I kissed her again, muffling her moans, and at the same time I
put my hands on her butt cheeks, pulling them apart. She was
standing on her knees in the bed, fucking me slowly. She kept
kissing me more and more wildly, moaning and grunting. I had a
perfect grip on her ass cheeks, and I could feel her muscles
tensing and relaxing through my fingers. Soon I could feel the
movement inside her through my cock as well. She was really about
to shit herself. I felt her stomach move against mine at every
push, and my cock was aching from tensed horniness inside her.

It didn't take long before her asshole opened. I stopped the
kissing, and just looked up at her, trying to fuck her back as
softly as possible. She looked back at me with a look of
fascinated ecstasy in her face.

- "I'm doing it! I'm shitting!"

- "That's a good fucking shitwhore!"

She started humping me back, quickly, without control, just
sliding back and forth along my shaft with the piece of shit
sticking right out of her ass. She didn't last longer than a few
bumps and grinds.

- "Yeaahh, I'm so nasty! Nasty fucking shitwhore... Oh, fuck...
I'm gonna cum!"

I felt her stop, and squeeze me harder. She spent a few seconds
just laying on me, grunting hard in pleasure and cramping. When
she was starting to calm down, the warm piece of shit sticking
out of her ass finally slid out, falling down into the bed and
landing with a heavy thud. Everything was quiet for a while, and
then I reached in to probe her ass with my fingers. She was
almost, but not completely, clean.

- "You're nothing but a sick shitgirl, aren't you?"

She panted softly for another few seconds, seeming to really
enjoy the feeling of my fingertips against the dirty hole, and
then she answered with a dreaming look on her beautiful face.

- "Yeah, a shitgirl. Such a slimy little shitgirl... More,
please..."

- "You're cunt slime, nothing but cunt slime, and your ass and
mouth are nothing but holes for me to use!"

- "Yes! Use my mouth! I'll do anything for you! Mmmhhhh, My mouth
is your hole! Please..."

As she was begging me for more, she started to fuck me again,
slowly. Eventually we were back to just fucking harder and
harder, and as I wanted to see what she had produced earlier, we
were slowly getting up to a sitting position. I held myself up
leaning on my arm, looking around her body, and she just kept
rocking up and down my cock. We both ended up our eyes fixed at
the big, thick cylinder of shit, laying behind her in the middle
of the bed.

- "Did it feel good, doing such a filthy thing?"

She kept looking at it, fucking me.

- "I want to be your whore. Really, nothing but your whore! Is
there something you want me to do to make you come?"

When I looked behind her, some things that I might want her to do
were pretty clear to me. I started slowly lowering her down on
her back. She looked over her own shoulder, down at the compact
sausage of shit I was laying her down next to, and she just
looked back at me and smiled. I reached over and held her hair
back for her, until she was safely on the sheet. I was still
sitting up on my knees, and I got her legs over my shoulders,
pressed down over her, bending her, and looked into her face.

- "You'll do anything, won't you?"

- "Yes, anything! Please, do it... I need to be used for your
pleasure!"

I felt her cunt squeezing me like a vice. She was laying about 5
inches from her own shit, and I reached down and pushed her face
towards it. I saw her smiling under my hand. I held her still by
the shit for a second, watching her lips brushing it ever so
slightly.

- "Kiss it!"

She willingly put her lips against the steaming matter, softly,
and with a look of pleasure on her face. When I let go she turned
her head back up at me, and licked away whatever color there was
until her lips where shiny clean again.

- "You're a filthy little fuckwhore, do you know that?"

- "Yes, I am!"

- "You're going to lick your own repulsive shit for me, and I'm
going to fuck you hard. It's gonna hurt and you're going to like
it, aren't you, fuckbitch?"

- "Yes I will! Please hurt me..."

I couldn't hold back any longer, I reached down and grabbed her
head hard and brutally with my hand, digging my fingers into her
skull. I know it was painful, but it made my cock feel good, and
judging from her moans it felt just as good in her cunt. I
twisted her head back towards the shit. She looked at it, and
then she slid her tongue out from her mouth, and pressed the tip
into the firm matter. At the sight of wet pink touching brown, I
launched myself into her as violently as I could, slamming into
her bottom, and saw her jerk, whimpering slightly. She didn't
stop licking though, she just traced her tongue slowly through
the shit-substance, plowing a shallow furrow. I pounded myself
even harder inside her, straining her insides, but there was just
an initial short flinch of pain on her face, immediately
overpowered by determined satisfaction.

I started thrusting into her over and over, feeling the walls of
her cunt hole squeezing me and the bottom of her fuck well
massaging me every time I stretched it. Her eyes were turned
sideways, up towards mine, eager to service. My look turned to
the tip of her tongue, flicking across the disgusting shit. It
was too much, I pressed myself into her one last time, and then I
let go, pumping a huge load of thick, warm sperm into her womb.
It was a perfect orgasm, I kept my eyes locked on her, but in
blurred vision I saw nothing but the pink color of her lips, the
outlines of her pretty little face, and the brown of the matter
she was tasting for me as I emptied inside her.

I made sure I landed on the other side of her head when I
collapsed.

After I'd rolled off her, she got up and into the bathroom. I
remember feeling an irrational worry that I'd crossed some
forbidden line with her, but it was clear in just a few seconds
that she was fine. I lay there in a daze as she was cleaning
herself, and then she came back next to me. She was stroking the
hairs on my chest, smiling.

- "That was fun! What do you want to do next?"

She got half on top of me, half on my side, and looked down into
my face.

- "Are you going to fuck me in the ass now?"

I was beat, but managed to show at least enough enthusiasm for
her to keep talking.

- "My ass is still really full though. Full and dirty. I think I
should empty it first, just for your cock..."

I was too tired to respond properly, but it was entertaining to
see her stay all worked up. In the end, we agreed that we would
have something to drink, before she got another chance to show
me what a little shitgirl she really was. There was an excited
look on her face when I poured us glasses of white wine. As she
started drinking, she sat watching her own shit, squirming in the
bed, unable to keep quiet even for a second.

- "This is so good... So where do you want me to shit sir? It was
a little bit difficult last time, I think I have to sit in
another position."

- "How about the foot?"

I pointed at the foot of the bed. It wasn't that high, about a
full foot actually, and it wasn't more than an inch wide.

- "You can sit on my hands or something, if it will help."

I was sitting next to her, stroking my fingers up and down her
body, while she moved around, moaning, and kept talking to me.

- "Yeah... I'm so hot! My ass is full, and I'm going to just shit
it all out in this toilet bed! Fuck, this is good..."

She was completely lost again now, bucking up against my fingers
every time they moved past her juicy fuck lips. We stayed there
for a while drinking the wine, getting me back to a state of
proper arousal. The way she acted, it wasn't difficult to get in
the mood for perversion.

She ended up sitting on my hands, and I held them around the edge
of the wood, kneeling down on the floor in front of her, between
her legs. It took us a while to find a position where I could
reach her clit with my tongue, still making sure her asshole was
free on the other side, so there would be nothing but air between
her protruding shit and the mattress. She was leaning forward
slightly, supporting herself with her legs on my shoulders, and
her hands on my head. I was pressing my face into her pubic hair,
having to reach my tongue far out of my mouth for the tip to reach
her clit, and ending up supporting an unhealthy amount of her body
weight on my nose. But it worked.. I could flick my tongue through
the thick layer of cunt slime coating her clit, and I could use my
thumbs to play with her. She was gearing up for the pleasure, and
I could feel her ass muscles moving against my hands.

- "Oohh, yeeaaah... I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna take a shit right
down into the bed! I'm such a sick fucking puppy! Ooohhhh, god,
I can't believe you're eating my cunt! I'm so dirty! Yeeaah!
Fuuuck, I'm pushing now..."

I was massaging the wet opening of her cunt with my fingers, and
kept flicking my tongue over her hard little clit. Her stomach
muscles were moving against my forehead, and for a few seconds
she just sat like that, concentrating.

I could actually hear the sticky sounds of her asshole opening
up on the other side of her, at one of her pushes.

- "Oohh, god yes! Keep eating me! I can feel it coming! Fuck!
Fuck! I'm gonna shit so bad! It's coming out! Yeaaahhhhh...."

I flicked my tongue as hard as I could against her clit. She just
kept grunting, juicing on my fingers, and pushing with her entire
body. I could feel a slight tremor through her when the first
shit slipped out, followed by a thud from the bed and a relieved
sigh from her mouth. The first thump was quickly followed by two
more as the shit kept exiting from her ass, and then she grabbed
my hair harder, pushing me into her cunt.

- "Yeahh! Eat me! Eat me! I'm such a shitty little whore!"

She was holding me in place, rocking her soaked fuck hole against
my mouth.

- "Shitwhore! Shitwhore! Yeaaahhh, I'm gonna fucking cum... Keep
eating me! Keep going! Oooh god yes! Yeeaaaaaaahhhh!!"

She started shaking uncontrollably, and I think she held herself
in place only by squeezing my head with her legs. After a couple
of hard jerks, she was calming down, and eventually I could lower
myself down, relieving the strain on my shoulders and head.

She looked beat, and after some rest I picked her up and carried
her to the other end of the bed, putting her back against the
wall. She just sat there, staring blankly at her work by the
other end of the bed. There were four pieces, including her first
work.

- "I've been such a messy girl..."

I sat down next to her, and started stroking her hair.

- "Yes you have. It's hard to believe all that mess came from
your sexy little asshole."

- "You have to punish me..."

- "No. I'm not gonna punish you, I'm going to reward you. I'm
going to use you as my toilet, just like a little shitgirl would
want me to. And then I'm going to use your little toilet body to
pleasure my cock."

She woke up a little.

- "Yes please! When are you going to do it?"

I sat down next to her, armed with my old wine glass. She
reenergized quickly, and for some reason offered to clean the
bed. Her logic was lost on me at that point, but I didn't bother.
I just sat back and watched. She got up, and in a very careful
way took her warm, filthy substance in her hands, carrying it out
into the bathroom, two pieces at a time. It really wasn't
something you see every day. Then she cleaned herself in there
again, before she came back out. She looked spotless, and the
only traces of what we had done were the stains on the sheet.

- "I cleaned my asshole for you Sir. My body is ready to be
used."

- "That's a good little fuck slave!"

- "May I go pee first?"

There was no objecting to that. I was sitting leaned against the
wall, and I spread my legs apart a little, to make room for her
there. I just sipped at the last of my wine glass as she stepped
up between my feet, almost at the center of the bed.

- "I need to go so hard, the bed is going to get soaked..."

- "What are you waiting for, bitch?"

- "Oh, Ok..."

She squatted down and just sat there for a few seconds. Then a
few drops of piss fell, before the spray started.

It's an amazing thing to see a woman pissing right onto a bed. At
first it collected in pools around her toes, but soon they were
beginning to overflow, and the wet splashing increased. By now
the piss stood in a straight, bright jet between her cunt lips
and the mattress, and the little slut just kept going, shameless
and horny. I felt the sheet starting to soak under me, and I
couldn't stop from grabbing my cock. I sat there jerking off,
watching her until the stream from her piss hole subsided. The
last drops fell into a warm lake of urine in the center of the
bed.

- "Lie down here, and suck my cock!"

She did as she was told without a sound, just looking at me in
total satisfaction and obedience while she lowered her body down.
It saw her tits break the warm surface, watching the liquid drown
them as her weight was shifted forward, and then I felt her mouth
covering my cock. As she moved, she brought the piss with her,
and so my asshole was bathed in warm piss fluid at about the same
time her tongue started massaging me. I listened to the sounds of
her body moving, enjoying her mouth for a while. Then I grabbed
her head and started pressing down, fairly gently at first. She
slowly worked her way further down my cock, following the lead of
my hands, and soon I felt her choking. It was amazing, as it
always is, to feel the involuntary contractions around my cock. I
let her go, and she came up for air.

- "Do you like choking on my cock, slut?"

- "Yes! Please use me! I want you to do anything you want!"

- "Good!"

I pressed her down again, listening to her drawing the last sharp
breath she barely had time for. This time I pressed harder and
deeper. I felt her choking and swallowing around me, fighting to
accommodate the invading shaft, and then, almost with a pop, the
tip of my fat cock slipped deep down her gullet. I held her there
for a while, moving slowly, watching her cramp when I tickled her
choking reflexes. It was the perfect cock massage. The I let her
go, and she was allowed another breath.

- "Do you still want more, cock whore?"

She looked up at me, red in her face and still short for air.
Strains of choke slime were hanging from her lips, and old,
cooling piss was dripping from her hair.

- "Yes, please, give me more! I'm your dirty fucking whore!"

I gave her a couple of more breaths, and then I pressed her head
down again. Almost immediately after her gorge had engulfed me
once more, I started relaxing my cock. It took some time, and in
the end I saw her starting to fight for air again. But I was in no
rush. Eventually I felt the piss starting to flow, pouring out
inside her. She convulsed around me, but I kept holding her,
keeping the flow up. When I finally withdrew, still pissing, she
choked and spewed all over me, bathing my cock and crotch in hot
liquid. For a few seconds, she lost control over herself and 
panicked. I stopped the flow to her lips, and waited for her to
calm down. As she did she resumed the look of satisfaction on
her face.

- "Did it feel good to be my toilet?"

- "Yes sir, please use me more. I want it!"

The girl was amazingly damaged, in one of the best ways possible.

I lifted her up and moved to the side, then I grabbed the
pillows, and tucked them up on each other for her to lean
against. Her head and upper body got up a bit from the bed, but
her ass was still soaking in the puddle. I turned around and
stood up over her, feeling her urine trickle up between my toes,
and I looked down. I was facing her body, standing with my legs
on each side of her head. My cock was still hard.

- "Do you want me to shit on you, toilet?"

- "Yes, please god, shit on me! I want it, please do it now!"

I lowered myself down over her, and she immediately grabbed my
hairy butt cheeks and pulled them apart. Within a second, I felt
her warm, soft tongue press against my asshole. She licked away
the old piss that I'd been sitting in, and then groaned from
pleasure right into the shit packed orifice. I sat there for
maybe a minute, rubbing my ass slowly over her mouth, enjoying
the soft tonguing of the little slut while I relaxed.

But pleasant as it was, the bed made it very difficult to hold my
balance, and I realized that if I was really going to shit on
her, I could never enjoy myself like this.

After some moving around, I ended up standing on my knees over
her chest. She was sucking my cock, her fingers were gently
probing my ass, and I held her head between my hands moving her
back and forward, feeling the soft, wet caresses of her lips and
tongue along my shaft. If you were going to take a huge, steaming
shit, this was really the ultimate way to do it. I could feel
myself relaxing, and as the cramped feeling built up inside the
end of my bowels, my cock felt better and better inside her mouth.

In a sensation of complete fullness through my entire crotch, my
ass opened up, and all of a sudden the shit inside me was moving
out. I had never expected it to feel so good, her gums, her
fingers, and the thick log of shit, crawling out through my
opened asshole. The stub met the soft resistance of her tits, and
I stopped pushing for a second. I could feel her touching the
matter sticking out of my ass with one hand, while her other hand
moved away from under me, and I realized she was starting to finger
her cunt. I looked down into her face, and her eyes obediently
looked back. She kept sucking me, and I fucked her mouth.

- "You're really a disgusting little shitbitch, do you know
that?"

I could feel her moving, masturbating even harder, and sucking
harder on my cock, like it was her only safety in this world of
pleasure.

- "You're rubbing your pissy cunt while I'm shitting on you!
You're a dirty fucking shitwhore! If I would piss in your mouth
you would swallow it now, wouldn't you?

She moaned desperately around my cock.

- "If I would put shit in your mouth now, you would suck on it 
like my cock, wouldn't you?"

She started moaning louder, and I actually felt kind of proud
over myself. I could clearly feel her fingers gripping the shit
rod sticking out of my ass now.

- "You're gonna cum while I shit on you. I'm shitting on you like
a useless toilet, and you're gonna cum like the shithole you are!
Go ahead, show me what kind of shitloving bitch you are! Cum for
me!"

Her eyes were closed by now, and I just had to sit there and
watch her rub herself for another few seconds, before she managed
to reach another climax, tensing up, shaking, and sucking my cock
so hard I worried for a moment the head would really pop off.

When she had calmed down I shifted my position a little, pressed,
and the mass protruding from my anal opening started sliding out 
again, down over her chest and stomach. There are no words to
properly describe the delicious feeling in my ass as I expelled
the fat turd on her. I grabbed her head hard again, and started
fucking her mouth. She was sedated by her orgasm, but she kept
moaning and pressing her lips around my shaft, still encouraging
me to use her body as nothing but a device for pleasure. She
looked up at me, and I felt her fingers pressing softly into my
expanded shit ring. I looked down into the face of my toilet
whore, and once more I could feel the inside stimulation from 
the moving shit rushing my cock towards orgasm. This time I
couldn't hold back, and still shitting, I grabbed her head and
drove my cock as hard as possible into her mouth. The tickling
massage from her gagging brought me over the last edge, and I
started filling her throat with slimy, thick sperm.

After I had regained my senses, the long turd had finally been
broken, and when I looked back I saw a long, fat snake, laying
from the edge of her pubic hair up to the inside of one of her
tits. Her arm reaching around everything, into her cunt, still
rubbing, completed the image of her as nothing but a complete and
utter shitslut.

I sat down next to her. It seemed like she sort of faded in and
out of a state of pleasurable trance. Soon she was holding the
long, brown shit rod with both her hands, and she had carefully
slid it further down towards her cunt lips. I watched her
fascinated for a few moments, she was bucking up towards it ever
so slightly, and one hand wandered up to her breast, her
fingertips sliding there in the filthy remains of my shit.

I got up to grab a bottle of water from the mini bar and
returned, watching her trance. She looked back at me, and started
talking.

- "You've made me come three times!"

- "So, have you had enough yet?"

She closed her eyes again, stroking the firm matter on her
stomach.

- "No, I get so horny from feeling the shit on my skin. I need
more, please give me more..."

- "I don't know if my cock can take it yet. You want me to be
able to rape you in the ass, don't you?"

- "Yes, in the ass... You have to do it! You don't have to wait
until you're all hard, you can hurt me. I need it!"

She looked back up at me, begging.

- "You can do anything you need to. You can choke me again. You
can piss on me. You can hurt me bad, I don't mind! I just need to
feel it in my asshole!"

Actually, her words were pretty much enough to get me there. I
reached between her legs and replaced her hand with mine. My
fingers looked big next to hers. Seeing her twist and moan made
my cock grow even bigger, and eventually I decided that it was
time, grabbed her body hard, and violently turned her over on her
stomach in the cooling piss. She moaned once more, and I never
really figured out if it was from my handling her roughly, or
from the sensation of my shit being squashed between her breasts
and the bed. I got her up on her knees and grabbed my cock.

- "So, are you ready to hurt?"

- "Yes, hurt me! Hurt me bad!"

I put the head of my semi-erect cock against her asshole with
nothing more than a little saliva as lube, and I pressed hard and
without mercy. Her first scream was mostly in pain, coinciding
perfectly with the most intense pleasure in my fat organ, but
already on the next moan she shifted to a sound of, at least
strained, pleasure.

After the initial thrust, I restrained myself enough to not
damage her for real, but I watched in content as my fat shaft
slid deeper and deeper into her ass with each push, until I was
completely buried inside the stomach. Once I was all in, she 
relaxed even more, and soon every beat against her ass cheeks
resulted in a deep ecstatic grunt from the other end of her body.
My cock grew rock hard inside her, and I could hear her getting
more and more lost in pleasure, screaming "Yeah"'s and 
"Fuck me!"'s at every movement. I reached around her, found her
clit, and softly started caressing it. The piss in the bed caused
a squish at each thrust of my cock, and I looked up to see her
laying with her mouth opened in a puddle, tasting it. She reached
in under her stomach, to the unmashed part of the shit still
laying there. After watching her for a while as she was playing
with my shit, and at the same time sliding all over another part
of it, I leaned forward, and spoke down into her ear.

- "Take your hand out! I want to see you holding it!"

After a few seconds her hand came out with a broken off piece in
it. Her eyes were closed, but she was moaning into the soaked
bed. She reached in and got another piece of filth out with her
other hand, and then she just lay there. I stopped fucking to
watch her. My cock was sticking straight into her opened asshole,
and her hands were wrapped around two broken off logs of shit.

- "So, bitch, I have been saving my piss for hours now."

She lay absolutely still, with a dreaming look at her face.

- "I am your toilet Sir! Please use me! I want to feel your piss
inside my body!"

Then she just lay there, waiting, while I tried to relax. After a
short while I could feel the flow starting. About a second later
she started panting.

- "God, it's so much! I can feel it filling me! I can feel the
piss!"

I was no where near stopping, and I just kept going, pissing her
little stomach up like a balloon.

- "Ohhh, I'm swelling. It feels so fucking good! It's so warm!
Fuck!"

She suddenly clenched both her hands tight, and I saw the soft,
hot material come squeezing out between her fingers. As she
clutched the soft shit, she started fucking her asshole back
against my still pissing cock, and the she started screaming.

- "I have to fucking cum! Ooohhh, yeaahhh, keep filling me!
Fucking toilet whore!"

She slapped her right hand in between her legs again, so hard
that you could hear the shit mash against her cunt flesh. She
rubbed furiously for a few seconds and then she was shaking in
orgasm again. I could see her asshole tightening around my cock
over and over, but impressingly, there was no piss leaking out.
When I was empty and she was done, I leaned forward again.

- "I have some cum to deliver with that, shitbitch!"

She didn't answer, she just lay there with her eyes closed. I
grabbed her and started fucking her harder. She moaned to
encourage me, but I didn't need a lot of encouragement. I held my
eyes fixed on her overloaded asshole as I fucked her, building up
a perfect orgasm. It only took a few seconds, and then I felt
myself cramping all the way inside, shooting my sperm out into
the piss filled intestinal balloon surrounding my cock.

I showed her the courtesy of pulling out slowly, and as I laid
back in bed, I was rewarded with a very amusing performance when
she tried to make it into the bathroom.

...

She made it, for those interested. With the help of a lot of
showering and some new sheets we managed to turn both her and the
place back to normal again. We spent most of the rest of the
night drinking, pissing on the sheet, and somehow started
planning our breeding of a new race to take over the planet.
Details are hazy, but I think that it unfortunately included
having to wipe out most of the rest of you fuckers, seeing as
churches have managed to breed obedience and defective focusing
abilities into the populace. After we reached that conclusion,
she celebrated by pissing on my leg, which is probably the reason
I remember any of it.

Anyway, if you feel that you are part of the slim percentage of
the population that still has an intact, perverse genome, or if
you're just plain mongoloid, why don't you let us know, and I'll
put you on our good list...

dirtywalker@gmail.com

  
Dandy Walker