As the sun shone brightly, I found myself in the middle of a serene park, surrounded by lush greenery and the sweet chirping of birds. My mind was elsewhere, however, as I nervously waited for the subject of my latest assignment to arrive.
Her name was Amber, a 19-year-old student with an unusual kink that involved public defecation. As she finally approached me, her cheeks slightly flushed from embarrassment or excitement (or both), I couldn't help but feel a mix of arousal and curiosity.
"Hello there, Amber," I said with a warm smile, trying to put her at ease. She hesitantly returned my greeting before sheepishly admitting, "I hope you're ready for this."
Without further ado, she slipped out of her clothes, revealing a glistening, toned body that I couldn't help but admire. The tiny patch of blonde hair between her legs was already damp with anticipation.
Slowly, she knelt down on the grass, her pretty ass pointing up towards the sky. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as if gathering herself for what was to come.
My heart thumped in my chest as I watched her, my cock beginning to twitch. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she let out a soft moan and released a hot stream of feces, filling the air with its earthy aroma.
Her cheeks were now a deeper shade of red, but there was also a gleam in her eyes as if she were reliving the thrill of her kink. For a few moments, she simply enjoyed the feeling of the warm shit oozing out of her, before gathering some up in her hand to show me.
Her fingers were sticky and messy, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of arousal wash over me. "It feels so good," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Seeing my obvious fascination, she decided to take things further, spreading the remaining feces around her fingers before slowly bringing them up to my mouth. "Taste it," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Without thinking, I opened my mouth and let her sticky fingers glide past my lips, the taste of excrement making my cock twitch even more. As I savored the experience, she smiled, clearly satisfied with my reaction.
We spent the next few hours exploring different aspects of her kink, from various positions on the grass to using objects like rocks and sticks to stimulate herself. Despite my initial hesitance, I found myself fully immersed in the experience, my mind lost in the heat of the moment.
As the sun started to set, we both reluctantly climbed back into our clothes, the afterglow of our encounter still lingering in the air. We exchanged promises to meet again, but even as I walked away, I knew that nothing would ever be quite the same.
