The worst maid ever Pt. 03

**As per the other stories in this series, there are lots of messy kinks ahead. Food play, mud play, trash play, watersports and scat are all involved on some level, so if you don't like the thought of a woman making a filthy mess of herself stop now and save yourself the trouble**

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Elana awoke in her bedroom. It was... A mess. She had been hired just about ten days ago by a very, very, very, *very* wealthy woman named Terri. This woman had hired her to do two things, fuck Terri (Elana would fuck Terri that is) and live out Terri's filth kink in a special little house Terri had made for Elana.

And... Well, so she had. There had been five days of frolicking in all sorts of muck. Terri had a personal passion for food play so the house was spilled with food everywhere. As Elana sat up, she mushed a particular article of food, an old chicken, and poked at it. It left a gnarly stain in the sheets. It wasn't the only one. There was food all over the bed, and stains. Elana sighed. She had gotten into a rhythym with Terri, and had kept it up for now. Wake up, wet yourself, masturbate, then get to making breakfast.

Putting her fingers down her shorts she began to do steps one and two together. With a sigh she released her bladder while masturbating, the feel of piss on her fingers, and soaking into her already wet booty shorts was heavenly. Quickly she was worked into a frenzy and, after a minute she came, back arching into the air, ass up high. While her ass was high she grunted and let out a light shit. "Ah... It'll get loose." She sighed sitting up with a wet noise as she did so. Her bed was filthy, she had pissed and shit in it numerous times. Yawning she walked to her closet, to look for clean clothes.

Every day so far she had put on new clothes. The only thing she had kept on were her shoes, which were cased in filth. They stank and buzzed with flies. She loved them. Her current outfit was a pair of grey booty shorts, a plain pink crop-top and not much else. Her outfit was relatively clean, as the day before it had been rainy almost the whole day and Elana had stayed indoors the entire day, being extra lazy. Sure, she had some stains and smears on her, but she was mostly clean. She had also done something she didn't like, she had showered. Stepping in yesterday out of boredom she was nervous for some time before finally taking that shower... While fully clothed. After about two minutes she had given up, the drain fully clogged with muck. Elana had decided to try showering again later. Not today though. She wanted to go a good while between showers.

However for now was clothes. And she looked around, and looked around, and looked around. Nothing. "Well... Huh." Everything she had was 'dirty'. Which, for her was relative. But still. "I don't wanna change if I don't have clean clothes." Her skin had nasty bits of filth all over her. Why she wanted to change clothes at all was pure habit. The second day with Terri, Terri had been surprised when Elana emerged with a clean outfit for breakfast. "Guess it'll be my first day without a change of clothes." She shrugged.

As she walked out the main halls of the house were filthy. She walked past the sitting room, opposite the door. The sitting room was smeared all over in filth, bits of food, mud, trash, all on the floor, furniture and walls. As she walked down the short hallway the piles of old food got higher. Terri had taught Elena to over-prepare for every meal so that way she could then waste a lot of food. How *responsible* of her.

It was about forty minutes to make breakfast, a full english breakfast. Beans, sausage, toast, tomato, tea, milk, and for a little personal touch, american bacon. Getting some jam she made sure to run some through her hair. After her washing yesterday a good hunk of it was cleared out, but gunk was still in her hair. Her breakfast was fairly light, just the toast and bacon. "Never got the tomato." She muttered as she thought about it, and decided to crush one between her breasts with a splat. Her outfit had a nice smear in it and she chuckled. This was the life.

When she had picked over a little bit of her remaining breakfast she spilled the rest of the food on the floor. There was a *lot* of muck on the floor. Mostly it was food. Some of it, from her first few days, was starting to rot. Flies buzzed around, but Elana had long since gotten over the bugs. Honestly her life was nasty shit now, she loved it. Casually she mushed her breakfast under her shoes. Then she found other piles, and mushed them. When that was done she moved to a tablet on the wall. It was plugged in, and sealed in a mess proof case. It was made for her to communicate with the main mansion and order anything she needed in terms of food, clothes, supplies, repairs... Most of anything really. Elana noticed a little, well, notice on the pad, "Compost arrives today, love Donna~".

And that was another job. The main mansion would make compost, and Elana would spread it, by her back door so she could wade through it into and out of the house.

Speaking of out of the house she walked to a door. It was raining still. Elana had a jacket but she thought about it. "Do I put on a jacket or just... Go." While debating her fingers went to her crotch and began to play idly. Her pussy lips were nasty, smeared in gunk. They were also super sensitive, Elana didn't know what it was about this filth, but it turned her on and got her stupid horny. Thus her thoughts wandered to other things that turned her on. And, in short order she was cumming again. As she came her bowels began to press. Elana kept on masturbating, shit was in her underwear already from the day before. She grunted and pushed with her gut and poked and prodded with her fingers. "C-come on!" She moaned as she tried to shit and cum at once. After some effort she began to shit her shorts, and at the same time hit another consecutive orgasm. "Ahhh!" She moaned as she filled her shorts, some shit spilling out of her shorts, smearing her thighs, and then hitting the floor with a splat. The sound, and smell, turned her on immensely and she decided. "I need to get those slops now." She said as she opened the door, stepping right into the trash, and leaving the door open behind her to the rain and slop.

She hadn't done this before so she had no clue how it would happen. She got a wheelbarrow that had been provided to her, just in case. Going over to a low garden shed she opened the lid to get a stink in the air. There was a few feet of trash piled up in the little plastic shed. Opening the doors to the shed, garbage spilled out around her ankles with a lovely squelch. After some stomping around getting slop all over her ankles, she got a shovel and began to begin her trips. Each trip she spilled trash around her house, making more of a mess of things.

At the end there was a bit of gunk left in the corners of the shed. Walking over Elana hummed as she picked it up with her hands and held it close to her chest with a squelch. These bits she took inside, wading through plenty of slop before dropping it in random clean(er) spots on the floor. She made a few trips and on her last trip had what looked like a banana peel, smeared in lots of nasty slop and pulled out her shorts and slid it into them. The feeling was slimy and nasty. She loved it. Snapping her waistband to her waist she put her hand to the outside of her shorts and pressed some moaning. "Mmm!" She let out pleased. With some work she moved down to a chair and began to rub herself. The slimy sticky feeling was pleasant for her. She loved it, moaning she sat in her chair and masturbated time and time again. Eventually some of it slipped in. And she managed to cum. "Ahhh! It's inside me!" She let out thrilled as she kept on going for some time.

Finished she was tired. Getting a nearby talk-pad she got it and set up a video call. Donna was on the other end. "Hey there." Elana said waving her face still flushed.

Donna watched her and bit her lip. "Hey there sexy. How'd you get this number." She teased before a smile broke out on her lips. "Doing well Elana dear?"

"Yeah I had fun. Got the compost and... Spread it." She chuckled.

"Jealoooous." Donna hummed.

"Well... I mean you can come down any time. Won't clean up for you." Elana said simply.

Donna was quiet. "Well... I was planning on coming down sometime... Saaaaay tomorrrrow." She smirked. "Don't clean up for me please. I've been keeping my underwear dirty for you."

Elana smiled. "Oh. You are?"

"Yes, indeed. That's the plan." She hummed. "I've got two weeks off, and will be having some fun with you."

Elana smiled. "I'll love to see you! I'll make sure to muck things up too!" She hummed waving her feet in the air, slop spilling around as she waved. Indeed, Elana would enjoy a guest.