Natalie always looked forward to her day off from work. As she walked into her bathroom, she couldn't help but feel excited about the plans she had made for herself. She closed the door, locking it from the inside, and pulled down her panties and bra, revealing her perky breasts and the colorful, lace-trimmed panties she wore underneath. She felt a thrill run through her body as she recalled the dirty game she had planned for herself.
She walked over to the toilet bowl, taking a seat and positioning herself comfortably. Reaching back, she took a firm grip on her own anus, slowly massaging it as she closed her eyes and imagined herself playing the shit game—a game where she would pleasure herself by filling her panties up with fresh, warm feces. She knew it was taboo, but there was something about it that turned her on immensely.
She began to rub her clit, her heart racing as she felt herself getting wetter and needier with each passing moment. She squeezed her anus tightly, forcing her stool out and into her soaked panties, preparing for what was to come. With a deep breath, she let go of her sphincter muscles, relishing the feeling of warm liquid filling up the already-soaked crotch of her panties. She held still for a moment, savoring the sensation before standing up and carefully pulling down her panties and dirty panties, revealing the pile of fresh shit gathered there.
Her breath hitched as she looked at it, her arousal reaching new heights. Slowly, she lowered herself back onto the toilet seat, this time positioning herself differently so that her ass would be raised and more accessible. She grabbed a handful of her own shit, coating her fingers with it before bringing them up to her eagerly awaiting pussy. She inserted two fingers inside her, feeling the coolness of her juices mixed with the warmth of her excrement. Moving them in a circular motion, she let out a moan of pleasure as she reached orgasm, her body shuddering in ecstasy.
Feeling satisfied but wanting more, she grinned and pulled out her phone. Scanning through her list of contacts, she found the person she had been planning this with since they first discussed it days ago. With shaking fingers, she tapped their name and sent a message. "It's happening. I played the shit game all by myself. I can't wait for us to do it together." She hit send, feeling a thrill run through her body at the thought of finally fulfilling their dirty fantasy together.
As she waited for their response, she cleaned herself up, washing away the residue of her dirty fun. She couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation—of excitement mixed with nervousness—as she imagined what they might say in response to her message. She paced around the bathroom, her breasts bouncing lightly, mind racing with possibilities. Finally, her phone buzzed with a reply. Sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, she opened the message and read it, her heart racing. They were just as excited as she was. They had even bought new toys and outfits for them to wear during their shit game.
Her mind filled with images of them together, of the mess they would create and the pleasure they would derive from it. With a loud moan, she slid down the edge of the tub until she was sitting on the cold tiled floor, her legs spread wide. She reached between her legs, rubbing her aching clit once more, imagining their dirty hands on her skin. Her breath came in short gasps as she neared another orgasm, picturing them pleasuring her ass with their tongue while she filled their mouth with shit. It was almost too much to bear.
With one final push, she came, her body shuddering as she cried out in pleasure. She could hardly wait for it to be real. For the moment when they would finally indulge in their perverse fantasy together.
