Alice was a young woman with a unique fetish. She loved scat, and she particularly enjoyed shopping at the scat girl store. The store had everything she could possibly desire, from clothes emblazoned with scat logos to toys designed specifically for her dirty pleasure. One day, while browsing the store, Alice spotted a new item on display: the "Face Mask of Shit."
It was just what she had been looking for. The mask was made from soft, silky fabric that would feel amazing against her skin, and it was decorated with little turds. The best part? It had a zip at the bottom so she could fill it with her own fresh shit. Alice couldn't resist buying it, despite the strange looks she got from the store clerks.
Excited to try out her new purchase, Alice went home and quickly changed into something more comfortable. She opened up the mask and took a deep breath, already feeling the warmth and familiar scent of her own feces. She zipped it up at the bottom, securing it tightly around her face.
She started to masturbate, her fingers dipping into her juices as she played with her toys. It felt incredible, the heat and humidity of the mask enhancing her arousal. She moaned softly as she pushed her fingers deeper into her sopping wet pussy, teasing herself with the thought of the shit that was just inches away from her pussy lips.
With each orgasmic wave, Alice grew closer to her climax. She could feel the shit building up inside her, waiting to be released. Finally, she could hold back no longer. She pulled the mask down slightly and let a stream of warm, gooey shit flow onto her lips. It tasted disgusting, but it was also the most intense rush of pleasure she had ever experienced.
She moaned loudly, her body shaking with pleasure as she continued to masturbate and masturbate, allowing wave after wave of shit to cover her face and spill onto her chest. The mask was soon completely covered in her fresh excrement, but Alice didn't care. All she could think about was the incredible sensation coursing through her body.
Finally, exhausted but still hypersexualized, Alice collapsed onto her bed, covered in sweat and shit. She loosened the mask and let it fall to the side, revealing her flushed and satisfied face. She took a deep breath, reveling in the feeling of her own creation covering her skin. She knew she would never be able to get enough of it.
