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This story contains panty pooping, slutty behaviour, exhibitionism, and and some other junk. Also, if you don't like the idea of girls having sex with other girls, you might not like this. There's no actual lesbian content, but there's some references to it, so it will be hard to avoid. If all of that stuff sounds good to you, then great! Hope you enjoy. If not, why not give it a read anyways? You never know what you'll find hot if you explore it a bit.
Kitchen Fun
Closing her front door behind her and then leaning back against it, Lilly sighed happily. Work had been particularly stressful that day, and she was glad to be home. Not just because of the stress, either – though that was a fairly big reason – but because she'd been super horny all day and couldn't wait to get home to get herself off. Usually she woke up early enough to begin her day with a nice, long masturbation session, but that day she had slept in so much that she barely had time to eat her breakfast (which consisted of a bowl of Raisin Bran, a bran muffin, an apple, and two oversized glasses of her favourite tasting fibre supplement) and then pack her lunch (which was similarly loaded with fibre). So she had spent the first half of her day frustrated, horny, and unable to do anything about it.
Usually she had time to quickly masturbate during her lunch break, but she was too busy that day. Lilly was a very horny young woman, so even missing one of her early day masturbation sessions usually left her a bit of a mess. Missing out on both of them had been horrible, and dangerous, and kinda fun too. Despite how frustrated it left her, it at least kept the day fairly interesting.
Dressing conservatively was a requirement for her job, but being a young, attractive woman, she liked to push the boundaries as much as possible. She had decided to wear her favourite top that day – a very tight fitting pink tank top that revealed a decent amount of cleavage and only came down to just below her belly button. It clung to her like a second skin, and was so tight that it made her complete lack of a bra very obvious. It was an inappropriate piece of clothing for a school teacher to wear to class, of course, so she'd worn a blouse over top of it. She only needed to wear the blouse while other faculty was around though, which was almost never. So, she was able to spend the entire class in just her tight little top, with her blouse hanging, unused, from the back of her chair. And if any of the students complained about her attire, she could come up with some excuse about it being too hot, or some kind of nonsense.
Not that any of the students would ever complain. She was very young (for a teacher) and very attractive, so all the teenaged boys in her classes were happy to ogle her at every opportunity. And the teenaged girls wouldn't rat her out because she let them get away with whatever they wanted, dress code wise. The school district had some pretty strict rules about things like skirt length and having cleavage on display, but Lilly pretended to not know any of them, letting the girls in her class wear whatever they wanted. Naturally, one of the girls had decided to test the limits one time, and she came into class wearing a top that must've started a few millimetres above her areola, and a skirt that must've stopped a few millimetres below her panties. Of course, the girl had expected to be told off for wearing something like that to school, but all she got from Lilly was an impish smile and a "nice outfit".
Lilly thought the dress code rules were pretty silly anyways. Horny teenagers were horny teenagers, and she thought it to be hopeless to try and fight that fact. Besides, she had been a horny high schooler quite recently herself, and she fondly remembered multiple instances where she showed up to class with her panties dripping with semen, or with another girl's juices dripping from her chin and splattering on her ripe, round breasts (quickies in the bathroom right before class left no time for clean up, after all). And that was on top of the skimpy attire she wore almost every day. Yet she was supposed to tell these students not to show off their own cleavage or panties? That was down right hypocritical.
So, that's why she knew her students would not get her in trouble for wearing revealing clothing, even though her nipples had been quite obviously sticking out through her tight top for most of the afternoon. And in the off chance someone did say something, she had her plausible deniability, her wholesome little blouse, right at the teacher's desk all day.
As much as she enjoyed having her class stare at her bra-less, cotton-encased tits for most of the class, she was also glad she'd worn a knee length skirt that day. She wasn't the 'knee length skirt' type of girl at all, but since there was no way she could get away with teaching her class in a miniskirt, she had to settle. That day though, she didn't especially mind. She had gotten herself off zero times, instead of her customary two, by the afternoon, and combined with the fact that every guy in her class (and more then one girl, much to her delight) was staring at her boobs whenever she was talking to them, she was very turned on. Liquid arousal was literally dripping down the insides of her milky thighs, and there was no way she would've been able to hide that with a miniskirt. Sure, naughty little exhibition games were fun, but getting fired – or worse – for overt sexual behaviour was bad. It was a fine line that she walked, one that was too dangerous or kinky for most, but it was just the right amount of thrilling for her.
Of course, despite her reasonable lengthed skirt, she had still had to clean her juices off of her thighs twice, which she had needed to sit down at her desk to do. It would've been easy enough to do with a kleenex, but Lilly had no interest in cleaning up messes. Messes were something you enjoyed, not something you cleaned up, she believed. In this case, 'enjoying' her little mess meant wiping it off her thighs with her fingers, then licking it off of her fingers. It was a bit awkward to do without being obvious about it, and she had nearly moaned out in pleasure when the first taste of her juices had hit her tongue, but she managed to not get caught by anyone. Of course, the taste of pussy only made her even hornier, but at least it was fun.
That was why, after taking just a few quick moments to enjoy being home, Lilly tossed her blouse away haphazardly, followed quickly by her shoes and socks and skirt. Eager to have some naughty fun, she quickly scampered to her bedroom, her firm, round breasts bouncing with each step as she made the journey. Once in her bedroom she quickly grabbed a hold of her digital camera, smiling to herself as she picked it up.
Private masturbation was fun, sure, but it was even more fun to record a masturbation session, and then upload the video to the internet for everyone to see. And of course, in the not at all unlikely chance that she ended up doing something much naughtier or more perverse than just masturbating, she'd found that posting videos of it on the internet was correspondingly hotter.
Grinning as she eyed herself in the bedroom mirror, she decided to snap a few quick photos of herself for posterity's sake.
Her dirty blonde hair was straight and came down just a few inches past her shoulders. It was soft and silky, though somewhat plain. Her face was cute, if not beautiful, but her large green eyes seemed to glow, and her infectious smile lit up her whole face. Her voice was silky and feminine, though she could also sound quite commanding when she needed to quiet her class down.
Her breasts were a large c cup, big enough to draw attention whenever she wore a provocative shirt (which was as often as possible) but not so large that she couldn't get away with occasionally going bra-less for fun. Her boobs were capped with small pink nipples, which she found to be very sensitive. Sometimes just the feeling of them rubbing against the fabric of her shirt would cause her to start getting turned on.
She was of average height and weight, and while she was pretty enough physically, a large part of the sensuous allure she had to so many students was due to her personality. She was obviously intelligent, having raced through her post secondary education quick enough to land a teaching job at just 23. On top of that though, she was just a spunky, fun person. She somehow managed to always make her students feel good. Even when it came to horrible high school poetry, she could make a student proud of their terrible poem without sounding fake or condescending. Perhaps the most appealing of her personality traits though was her cute little smile. She'd give someone a slightly mischievous, almost naughty little smile like there was a secret that they were both in on. It almost never failed to help quickly establish a positive rapport with someone.
Part of it too was her willingness to show off. Obviously there wasn't much she could do in a class full of students without getting in trouble, but she found ways to have her fun. Usually she'd wear tight pants with bikini panties, giving her an obvious panty line that she was happy to stand up in front of the class and display for minutes at a time. She usually made sure that her panties were pulled up as tightly as possible so that any time she bent over, people would be able to get a glimpse of her underwear. And, of course, tight shirts were not uncommon.
Basically, anything she could do to subtly drive the guys wild, she did. Not that she minded being checked out be the girls at all, either. She was equal opportunity when it came to sex, or at least when it came to gender. She enjoyed going down on another girl at least as much as doing it to a man, though of course, she still had her preferences.
For men her biggest turn-offs were lack of confidence, lack of hygiene, and unwillingness to put any effort into sex. The first two were obvious (well, at least they were to her, but apparently not to some guys out there) but the last one really annoyed her. She was of the mind that sex should be messy, long, and loud, so she didn't enjoy guys who were just there to quickly and quietly do their business inside her, then maybe finger her off to a weak orgasm afterwards. She'd had enough of that in high school, and now she was far more interested in a man that wasn't finishing up just as she was starting to get going. Of course, rugged good looks were also very desirable.
Her taste in girls was similar when it came to attitude and effort in bed, though physically her preferences were quite different. For one, she absolutely loved feminine girls. Mini skirts and pink lipstick and cute panties and pretty much anything girly drove her wild. She loved guys too, even fantasized about them sometimes, but there was something indescribable about females that made her incredibly hot. Especially girls with shaved pussies. Lilly was happy to bury her face in another girl's pussy and just eat her out all day if her skin was smooth enough. There was just something irresistible about being able to rub her face in someone's pussy and enjoy the feeling of smooth, slippery, wet skin instead of prickly hair or rough stubble.
Her own pussy was kept as smooth as possible, of course. She got it waxed as frequently as possible, or at least as often as her aesthetician would allow.
Getting a bikini wax was always quite exciting for her (and also a little painful, but that was a small price to pay). She'd gotten a tattoo on her pubic mound, right where her pubic hair would've been if she'd had any. It said "I (heart) Panty Pooping" in big, black letters, with the heart in red ink. She loved going for a wax because it was hot to have her private little fetish laid bare for her aesthetician. Of course, the girls who did the waxing were too professional to say anything to her about it, but she was positive that they talked with each other about her, and that they thought about it when they went home.
She had gotten the tattoo because she had wanted anyone that fucked her to know how dirty and naughty she was. Naturally, it would occasionally lead to some awkwardness or embarrassment, but it also led to plenty of fun. There was something delightfully carnal about being unable to hide her disgusting fetish. The look of shock in someone's eyes whenever they saw the tattoo never failed to make her pussy gush.
Continuing to look herself over in the mirror, she smiled. Her tight little tank top was quite plain looking, but it still made her look mouth-wateringly sexy. Probably partly due to the fact that she wasn't wearing anything besides it and her panties, though. Her light blue, string bikini panties that consisted of a piece of thin, blue cotton covering her pussy and ass and held in place around her naked hips by an elastic band. There was a huge wet patch covering a good portion of the front of her panties where she'd been creaming herself for the better part of the afternoon. Lilly loved how much the wet crotch of her panties contrasted with the dry top half, and she couldn't resist snapping a few quick pictures of herself in the mirror.
Bringing a hand to her lower abdomen, she rubbed her waist for a moment before moaning in delight. Her bowels felt extremely full, though that was no surprise. Her diet was fine-tuned to give her loads huge bulk. She drank at least six large glasses of fibre supplement a day (her favourite kind was quite similar to metamucil, but it tasted better). On top of that, she ate as much fruits and wheats as possible. The end result was frequent and massive loads.
That wasn't quite enough for Lilly though. The size of her loads was perfect, but the consistency wasn't quite ideal for her. Her bowel movements were healthy enough, to be sure. Her poo was almost always soft enough, about as soft as play-dough. Her doctor had told her that that was the perfect healthy consistency. It wasn't perfect for her though, so she had lied about it, and made up various excuses as to why she wanted her poo to be softer. After several recommendations that didn't quite do the trick (usually because it was unhealthy to take more than the recommended dosage) he finally recommended her the perfect stool softener: it was all natural and it wasn't a prescription. He'd instructed her to take a dose every night before bed, and to stop taking it if she experiences any nausea or stomach cramps.
Lilly had been taking a double dosage of the stool softener every day with dinner, and then another double dosage before bed every night. The end result was that her shit was absolutely perfect: it was thick and solid enough to stay in her panties, unlike diarrhoea, but it was still soft, gooey, and sticky, making it a nightmare to clean up. Lilly didn't like cleaning up, but it was worth it because her poo was so wonderfully messy.
Her shit was very close to the consistency of creamy cottage cheese, though it was a nice, light caramel brown colour instead. As far as she was concerned, it was absolutely perfect, so she rarely changed her diet.
Giddy with anticipation at the idea of starting her fun, Lilly made her way to her kitchen. As walked through her house her mind raced. Countless ideas for her upcoming video raced through her head, each more dirty and, therefore, hotter than the last. By the time she entered the kitchen, the young blonde woman was feeling light headed due to a mixture of arousal and anticipation.
Setting up her digital camera on the kitchen counter so that it had a perfect view of the table, she switched to video mode and pressed record. This wasn't the first time she'd made a video of herself in the kitchen, so she knew exactly how to angle the camera, and where to put it. The way it was set up, it would have a perfect view of her whether she was sitting in a chair or bending over or laying on the table. Unfortunately that meant that she would have to move the camera to properly capture video of herself if she were standing up, but that was okay. She wasn't planning on standing that much.
Walking out of the frame, she licked her lips and cleared her throat, then walked back into frame as though she were just walking into the kitchen for the first time. Standing directly in front of the camera, giving it a view of just her butt, upper legs, and lower stomach, she stretched and yawned theatrically.
"Lovely afternoon," she said cheerily, before stepping out of frame once again for a moment and pulling the blind string so that the window blinds would rise up and uncover the window. Walking back to the camera, she grabbed it for a moment and pointed it at the window.
Lilly usually didn't have a 'play' session at her kitchen window, since it was a full length window that was facing out towards the street. Her neighbours, people walking by, even cars driving by could see through it quite clearly. She was feeling especially naughty and daring that day though, so her uncontrollable love of exhibitionism had made her want to be very bad.
"I know I shouldn't masturbate in front of the window like this... the whole neighbourhood can see in!" she said with mock sincerity in her voice.
"But... I'm just so turned on right now... I don't think I can stop myself," she said, dropping her hands to the camera's field of view and allowing them to fidget with each-other for a moment. "I can't help it, I just love being bad so much..." she continued, grabbing a chair and moving it so that it was facing the camera before sitting down on it. The camera had a perfect view of her now, the bottom of the frame only cutting off below her knees.
Staring right at the camera, she gave it a sexy smile and a cute little wave. It was important to her to make sure her face was in the video. It just wasn't as hot otherwise. Without having her face in it, the video was mostly anonymous. With her face in the video though, it felt much more exciting and dangerous. Any time she was out in public and a stranger looked at her, her heart would jump and she'd imagine that they recognized her. It always made her panties slimy with her goo, without fail, to imagine they were looking at her like they knew exactly how much of a dirty slut she was. Even just knowing that graphic videos of her messy sexual perversions were publicly available made her dizzy with lust, and made her panties instantly wet.
Kitchen Fun
Closing her front door behind her and then leaning back against it, Lilly sighed happily. Work had been particularly stressful that day, and she was glad to be home. Not just because of the stress, either – though that was a fairly big reason – but because she'd been super horny all day and couldn't wait to get home to get herself off. Usually she woke up early enough to begin her day with a nice, long masturbation session, but that day she had slept in so much that she barely had time to eat her breakfast (which consisted of a bowl of Raisin Bran, a bran muffin, an apple, and two oversized glasses of her favourite tasting fibre supplement) and then pack her lunch (which was similarly loaded with fibre). So she had spent the first half of her day frustrated, horny, and unable to do anything about it.
Usually she had time to quickly masturbate during her lunch break, but she was too busy that day. Lilly was a very horny young woman, so even missing one of her early day masturbation sessions usually left her a bit of a mess. Missing out on both of them had been horrible, and dangerous, and kinda fun too. Despite how frustrated it left her, it at least kept the day fairly interesting.
Dressing conservatively was a requirement for her job, but being a young, attractive woman, she liked to push the boundaries as much as possible. She had decided to wear her favourite top that day – a very tight fitting pink tank top that revealed a decent amount of cleavage and only came down to just below her belly button. It clung to her like a second skin, and was so tight that it made her complete lack of a bra very obvious. It was an inappropriate piece of clothing for a school teacher to wear to class, of course, so she'd worn a blouse over top of it. She only needed to wear the blouse while other faculty was around though, which was almost never. So, she was able to spend the entire class in just her tight little top, with her blouse hanging, unused, from the back of her chair. And if any of the students complained about her attire, she could come up with some excuse about it being too hot, or some kind of nonsense.
Not that any of the students would ever complain. She was very young (for a teacher) and very attractive, so all the teenaged boys in her classes were happy to ogle her at every opportunity. And the teenaged girls wouldn't rat her out because she let them get away with whatever they wanted, dress code wise. The school district had some pretty strict rules about things like skirt length and having cleavage on display, but Lilly pretended to not know any of them, letting the girls in her class wear whatever they wanted. Naturally, one of the girls had decided to test the limits one time, and she came into class wearing a top that must've started a few millimetres above her areola, and a skirt that must've stopped a few millimetres below her panties. Of course, the girl had expected to be told off for wearing something like that to school, but all she got from Lilly was an impish smile and a "nice outfit".
Lilly thought the dress code rules were pretty silly anyways. Horny teenagers were horny teenagers, and she thought it to be hopeless to try and fight that fact. Besides, she had been a horny high schooler quite recently herself, and she fondly remembered multiple instances where she showed up to class with her panties dripping with semen, or with another girl's juices dripping from her chin and splattering on her ripe, round breasts (quickies in the bathroom right before class left no time for clean up, after all). And that was on top of the skimpy attire she wore almost every day. Yet she was supposed to tell these students not to show off their own cleavage or panties? That was down right hypocritical.
So, that's why she knew her students would not get her in trouble for wearing revealing clothing, even though her nipples had been quite obviously sticking out through her tight top for most of the afternoon. And in the off chance someone did say something, she had her plausible deniability, her wholesome little blouse, right at the teacher's desk all day.
As much as she enjoyed having her class stare at her bra-less, cotton-encased tits for most of the class, she was also glad she'd worn a knee length skirt that day. She wasn't the 'knee length skirt' type of girl at all, but since there was no way she could get away with teaching her class in a miniskirt, she had to settle. That day though, she didn't especially mind. She had gotten herself off zero times, instead of her customary two, by the afternoon, and combined with the fact that every guy in her class (and more then one girl, much to her delight) was staring at her boobs whenever she was talking to them, she was very turned on. Liquid arousal was literally dripping down the insides of her milky thighs, and there was no way she would've been able to hide that with a miniskirt. Sure, naughty little exhibition games were fun, but getting fired – or worse – for overt sexual behaviour was bad. It was a fine line that she walked, one that was too dangerous or kinky for most, but it was just the right amount of thrilling for her.
Of course, despite her reasonable lengthed skirt, she had still had to clean her juices off of her thighs twice, which she had needed to sit down at her desk to do. It would've been easy enough to do with a kleenex, but Lilly had no interest in cleaning up messes. Messes were something you enjoyed, not something you cleaned up, she believed. In this case, 'enjoying' her little mess meant wiping it off her thighs with her fingers, then licking it off of her fingers. It was a bit awkward to do without being obvious about it, and she had nearly moaned out in pleasure when the first taste of her juices had hit her tongue, but she managed to not get caught by anyone. Of course, the taste of pussy only made her even hornier, but at least it was fun.
That was why, after taking just a few quick moments to enjoy being home, Lilly tossed her blouse away haphazardly, followed quickly by her shoes and socks and skirt. Eager to have some naughty fun, she quickly scampered to her bedroom, her firm, round breasts bouncing with each step as she made the journey. Once in her bedroom she quickly grabbed a hold of her digital camera, smiling to herself as she picked it up.
Private masturbation was fun, sure, but it was even more fun to record a masturbation session, and then upload the video to the internet for everyone to see. And of course, in the not at all unlikely chance that she ended up doing something much naughtier or more perverse than just masturbating, she'd found that posting videos of it on the internet was correspondingly hotter.
Grinning as she eyed herself in the bedroom mirror, she decided to snap a few quick photos of herself for posterity's sake.
Her dirty blonde hair was straight and came down just a few inches past her shoulders. It was soft and silky, though somewhat plain. Her face was cute, if not beautiful, but her large green eyes seemed to glow, and her infectious smile lit up her whole face. Her voice was silky and feminine, though she could also sound quite commanding when she needed to quiet her class down.
Her breasts were a large c cup, big enough to draw attention whenever she wore a provocative shirt (which was as often as possible) but not so large that she couldn't get away with occasionally going bra-less for fun. Her boobs were capped with small pink nipples, which she found to be very sensitive. Sometimes just the feeling of them rubbing against the fabric of her shirt would cause her to start getting turned on.
She was of average height and weight, and while she was pretty enough physically, a large part of the sensuous allure she had to so many students was due to her personality. She was obviously intelligent, having raced through her post secondary education quick enough to land a teaching job at just 23. On top of that though, she was just a spunky, fun person. She somehow managed to always make her students feel good. Even when it came to horrible high school poetry, she could make a student proud of their terrible poem without sounding fake or condescending. Perhaps the most appealing of her personality traits though was her cute little smile. She'd give someone a slightly mischievous, almost naughty little smile like there was a secret that they were both in on. It almost never failed to help quickly establish a positive rapport with someone.
Part of it too was her willingness to show off. Obviously there wasn't much she could do in a class full of students without getting in trouble, but she found ways to have her fun. Usually she'd wear tight pants with bikini panties, giving her an obvious panty line that she was happy to stand up in front of the class and display for minutes at a time. She usually made sure that her panties were pulled up as tightly as possible so that any time she bent over, people would be able to get a glimpse of her underwear. And, of course, tight shirts were not uncommon.
Basically, anything she could do to subtly drive the guys wild, she did. Not that she minded being checked out be the girls at all, either. She was equal opportunity when it came to sex, or at least when it came to gender. She enjoyed going down on another girl at least as much as doing it to a man, though of course, she still had her preferences.
For men her biggest turn-offs were lack of confidence, lack of hygiene, and unwillingness to put any effort into sex. The first two were obvious (well, at least they were to her, but apparently not to some guys out there) but the last one really annoyed her. She was of the mind that sex should be messy, long, and loud, so she didn't enjoy guys who were just there to quickly and quietly do their business inside her, then maybe finger her off to a weak orgasm afterwards. She'd had enough of that in high school, and now she was far more interested in a man that wasn't finishing up just as she was starting to get going. Of course, rugged good looks were also very desirable.
Her taste in girls was similar when it came to attitude and effort in bed, though physically her preferences were quite different. For one, she absolutely loved feminine girls. Mini skirts and pink lipstick and cute panties and pretty much anything girly drove her wild. She loved guys too, even fantasized about them sometimes, but there was something indescribable about females that made her incredibly hot. Especially girls with shaved pussies. Lilly was happy to bury her face in another girl's pussy and just eat her out all day if her skin was smooth enough. There was just something irresistible about being able to rub her face in someone's pussy and enjoy the feeling of smooth, slippery, wet skin instead of prickly hair or rough stubble.
Her own pussy was kept as smooth as possible, of course. She got it waxed as frequently as possible, or at least as often as her aesthetician would allow.
Getting a bikini wax was always quite exciting for her (and also a little painful, but that was a small price to pay). She'd gotten a tattoo on her pubic mound, right where her pubic hair would've been if she'd had any. It said "I (heart) Panty Pooping" in big, black letters, with the heart in red ink. She loved going for a wax because it was hot to have her private little fetish laid bare for her aesthetician. Of course, the girls who did the waxing were too professional to say anything to her about it, but she was positive that they talked with each other about her, and that they thought about it when they went home.
She had gotten the tattoo because she had wanted anyone that fucked her to know how dirty and naughty she was. Naturally, it would occasionally lead to some awkwardness or embarrassment, but it also led to plenty of fun. There was something delightfully carnal about being unable to hide her disgusting fetish. The look of shock in someone's eyes whenever they saw the tattoo never failed to make her pussy gush.
Continuing to look herself over in the mirror, she smiled. Her tight little tank top was quite plain looking, but it still made her look mouth-wateringly sexy. Probably partly due to the fact that she wasn't wearing anything besides it and her panties, though. Her light blue, string bikini panties that consisted of a piece of thin, blue cotton covering her pussy and ass and held in place around her naked hips by an elastic band. There was a huge wet patch covering a good portion of the front of her panties where she'd been creaming herself for the better part of the afternoon. Lilly loved how much the wet crotch of her panties contrasted with the dry top half, and she couldn't resist snapping a few quick pictures of herself in the mirror.
Bringing a hand to her lower abdomen, she rubbed her waist for a moment before moaning in delight. Her bowels felt extremely full, though that was no surprise. Her diet was fine-tuned to give her loads huge bulk. She drank at least six large glasses of fibre supplement a day (her favourite kind was quite similar to metamucil, but it tasted better). On top of that, she ate as much fruits and wheats as possible. The end result was frequent and massive loads.
That wasn't quite enough for Lilly though. The size of her loads was perfect, but the consistency wasn't quite ideal for her. Her bowel movements were healthy enough, to be sure. Her poo was almost always soft enough, about as soft as play-dough. Her doctor had told her that that was the perfect healthy consistency. It wasn't perfect for her though, so she had lied about it, and made up various excuses as to why she wanted her poo to be softer. After several recommendations that didn't quite do the trick (usually because it was unhealthy to take more than the recommended dosage) he finally recommended her the perfect stool softener: it was all natural and it wasn't a prescription. He'd instructed her to take a dose every night before bed, and to stop taking it if she experiences any nausea or stomach cramps.
Lilly had been taking a double dosage of the stool softener every day with dinner, and then another double dosage before bed every night. The end result was that her shit was absolutely perfect: it was thick and solid enough to stay in her panties, unlike diarrhoea, but it was still soft, gooey, and sticky, making it a nightmare to clean up. Lilly didn't like cleaning up, but it was worth it because her poo was so wonderfully messy.
Her shit was very close to the consistency of creamy cottage cheese, though it was a nice, light caramel brown colour instead. As far as she was concerned, it was absolutely perfect, so she rarely changed her diet.
Giddy with anticipation at the idea of starting her fun, Lilly made her way to her kitchen. As walked through her house her mind raced. Countless ideas for her upcoming video raced through her head, each more dirty and, therefore, hotter than the last. By the time she entered the kitchen, the young blonde woman was feeling light headed due to a mixture of arousal and anticipation.
Setting up her digital camera on the kitchen counter so that it had a perfect view of the table, she switched to video mode and pressed record. This wasn't the first time she'd made a video of herself in the kitchen, so she knew exactly how to angle the camera, and where to put it. The way it was set up, it would have a perfect view of her whether she was sitting in a chair or bending over or laying on the table. Unfortunately that meant that she would have to move the camera to properly capture video of herself if she were standing up, but that was okay. She wasn't planning on standing that much.
Walking out of the frame, she licked her lips and cleared her throat, then walked back into frame as though she were just walking into the kitchen for the first time. Standing directly in front of the camera, giving it a view of just her butt, upper legs, and lower stomach, she stretched and yawned theatrically.
"Lovely afternoon," she said cheerily, before stepping out of frame once again for a moment and pulling the blind string so that the window blinds would rise up and uncover the window. Walking back to the camera, she grabbed it for a moment and pointed it at the window.
Lilly usually didn't have a 'play' session at her kitchen window, since it was a full length window that was facing out towards the street. Her neighbours, people walking by, even cars driving by could see through it quite clearly. She was feeling especially naughty and daring that day though, so her uncontrollable love of exhibitionism had made her want to be very bad.
"I know I shouldn't masturbate in front of the window like this... the whole neighbourhood can see in!" she said with mock sincerity in her voice.
"But... I'm just so turned on right now... I don't think I can stop myself," she said, dropping her hands to the camera's field of view and allowing them to fidget with each-other for a moment. "I can't help it, I just love being bad so much..." she continued, grabbing a chair and moving it so that it was facing the camera before sitting down on it. The camera had a perfect view of her now, the bottom of the frame only cutting off below her knees.
Staring right at the camera, she gave it a sexy smile and a cute little wave. It was important to her to make sure her face was in the video. It just wasn't as hot otherwise. Without having her face in it, the video was mostly anonymous. With her face in the video though, it felt much more exciting and dangerous. Any time she was out in public and a stranger looked at her, her heart would jump and she'd imagine that they recognized her. It always made her panties slimy with her goo, without fail, to imagine they were looking at her like they knew exactly how much of a dirty slut she was. Even just knowing that graphic videos of her messy sexual perversions were publicly available made her dizzy with lust, and made her panties instantly wet.
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