Sam Gates was a divorced 42 year old lawyer, living in southern California. His sex with his ex had been uneventful. She would allow cunnilingus but did not seem to really enjoy it. The handful of times his tongue had gone south towards her anus she would immediately tell him it was off limits. She was a little shocked that a man would enjoy the taste "down there," even of her pussy.
Sam was afraid of his offbeat desires but craved them all the same. His deepest wish was to lick a woman's asshole clean after she had taken a shit. There it was, perverted and shameful.
He wished he did not constantly get hard just thinking about it, but he did. He had never dared to mention this urge to his ex. She was have just used that against him in the divorce.
Sam had seen escorts, always looking for ones who implied they were fetish or kink friendly. He had also seen professional dommes. None seemed ready to give him what he wanted.
Sam was very oral and loved licking a woman's pussy and clit. He especially loved the taste and odor of fishy, smelly cunt. So many women were so sensitive to their vaginal odor, wanting to make it taste like cinnamon or some other candy.
At the same time, Sam loved the taste of female asshole, especially the musky, pungent smell of a woman who had not wiped the last time she defecated.
All he asked afterwards was a rigorous hand job to allow him to spurt into her enthusiastic fingers.
Finding a woman who would allow him to eat her pussy, lick her asshole, eat just a little bit of her shit and jerk him off was a real challenge. Most dommes specifically stated on their sites that they did not allow scat play.
A few dommes did advertise that they were "Scat Queens." But he had found they usually meant sitting perched six inches above a sub's face face in a toilet chair and letting the turds plop out of them with no chance that a hungry tongue would ever come close to their butthole. Most of them completely ruled out cunnilingus.
Escorts would often let Sam eat their pussy, some would let him rim them. But they all drew the line at brown showers. Many showed revulsion at the very thought. It was all very frustrating and not at all like the porn videos he had seen and stories he had read.
But Sam had posted to a fetish site blog and another member had suggested he contact Mistress Andrea. She sessioned out a major city a few hours from Sam, but he had no problem with driving to a place that would give him what he needed.
Sam read Mistress Andrea's website from beginning to end. He lusted after her semi-explicit photos. He knew from experience that dommes would signal what they were willing to do subtly. If her photos showed her covered head to foot in leather or vinyl, chances are a sub would never see her tits, pussy or asshole.
If her menu said she would never do "anything ending in job," the the chances were slim she would ever touch his dick and give him the ultimate relief he sought. Doing it himself was just not the same sensation.
But Mistress Andrea's site showed a photo of a toilet chair and her menu stated "showers of all kinds." It also had a photo of a masked sub kneeling behind a standing Mistress with his face buried in her thong covered ass. In the photo she appeared to be pulling her ass cheeks apart for the sub to get even better access to her nether region.
