Adventures Of A Scat Slut Pt 09

I finally graduated from Cee Nova College with my nursing degree, and Dr. Cramer threw me a party at his farm. Tasha was there, of course, and Alexa and Ches, as well as Barry and Elaine and Tom and Orla, the owners of an adjacent farm. It was a nice little scat orgy with everyone trying to make me feel special. It was as if my wishes were their commands, and though I tried to be a good girl and not take too much advantage of that, everyone seemed happy with all my outrageous requests, the filthier and nastier the better. So, for example, when I had Elaine shit on my tits and then lick them while Philip sucked my toes after smearing them with poop, I guess I was just allowing them to do what they wanted to all along.

My favorite episode occurred near the end when everyone was covered in shit and spiraling out into a region of total bliss. Tom and Barry had just finished fucking me in my ass at the same time, Tom remaining inside of me from underneath after they both came, and Ches somehow, where it came from I don't know, shit on my chest right between my tits, a six-inch log. Seeing this, Alexa crawled on top of me so she could suck my tits and that log, eventually putting each end of it in our mouths to share. Philip got behind her and fucked her ass while she and I devoured that lovely bittersweet log, chewing it up and swallowing it down, both of us in a state of out-of-control euphoria. Ches knelt in front of us and jerked off on our faces with our last swallow. The whole scene was astonishing, and it was probably a good thing it came near the end because nobody knew what could possibly follow it.

Between scat rounds, while we socialized and imbibed some of Alexa's out-of-this-world Sex on the Beach cocktails, Tom and Orla got to talking to me about one of their spare-time activities: they worked for an underground entertainment company as scat slaves, hired to attend private parties and satisfy the scat whims of the guests. The company was always looking for new "talent," and they, Tom and Orla, wanted me to sign on and participate with them.

"You're a natural, Rita," Tom told me. "It's like rolling off a log for you, and you'd love it."

"Can't they get pretty violent," I asked, "with lots of bondage and hardcore sadistic stuff? That's definitely not for me."

"It's not our thing, either," replied Orla. "There might be some hand-tying and blindfolding sometimes, but that's about it. They're looking for human toilets, want to feel the rush of humiliating you, the thrill of dominating with scat as the object, not by causing pain. Or we wouldn't be a part of it."

"I'm convinced many are there wishing they could switch places with us," added Tom, "but just don't have the mindset for it. We're a vicarious experience for them."

"But some," said Orla, "are really into it, too, just like we are. All the parties feature an open-ended finale where guests are invited to join in with us in a scat free-for-all, like an orgy. It's usually a nice handful who choose to participate, and that's the highlight of the evening for us."

Tom laughed. "I mean who likes a scat orgy more than you, Rita? Just look at you all covered in shit and cum! And you'd be getting paid, besides."

It did sound like something right up my alley, something I would love doing, and it would be nice making some extra money. "Okay," I said. "What do I have to do first?"

"That's great, Rita!" exclaimed Orla. "The three of us will have so much fun!"

"I'll speak to Vincent, the man in charge," Tom said. "You don't have any videos or even stills of you in action, do you?"

I thought about that for a minute, some old fears beginning to cross my mind. Some of the orgies at the farm, including the one that was currently in progress, had been videoed by Ches, who fancied himself an above-average amateur video/photo enthusiast, for private purposes only. I also had two explicit pictures of me alone, also taken by Ches, hidden deep on my phone that showed me naked, completely covered head-to-toe in shit, and having a grand old time. Other than staring at them a few times when I was bored, twice I showed them to other potential scatting partners when discussing how into the fetish I was and how far I would go. In both pictures my face is obscured by artfully arranged mounds of shit, and I felt my privacy was not at risk. But Tom wanted to hand things over to a stranger.

"I don't know, Tom," I answered, concerned. "I've got my nursing career to think about."

"I know, Rita," he retorted, "Orla and I have to be careful, too. I would just want to show him a few things of you, like an audition tape, not actually give him anything to keep. Most of the people he works with have nothing to hide, in fact look forward to the publicity, but he'll understand that's not the case with you."

Philip said, "I think just using the material from today should give you some pretty awesome grist for the mill."

"I can prepare a nice vid for you, if you want," Ches put in.

"Maybe I should help with that," I said.

Ches laughed. "Afraid I won't pick filthy enough content, huh? Okay, we'll work on it together."

Editing took longer than I expected (no, we didn't stop to scat in the middle of things, though we did think about it), but we finally had about 15 minutes worth of pretty hot scat action with me front and center. In terms of impressing Vincent, I wanted to make sure I showed how extreme I was willing and able to get, and whatever anyone did to me was okay. Therefore, I included the part where I was already completely coated in a thick layer of shit, including my hair, and I was lying on my side, one leg in the air, thrusting a dildo up my cunt while Orla shoved another one up my ass, and I was sucking on Ches's cock all covered in shit as Elaine pissed on me. Another one I included was when Barry and Philip were holding my arms down and Tasha and Alexa were grasping a large turd in each hand forcing them in my mouth to suck on, sometimes putting both in at the same time and then ramming them in my cunt after which Ches fucked me. And, of course, the finale I mentioned earlier went in as described, a no-brainer.

Tom made an appointment to see Vincent with my video and I tagged along. The company was in an office building on the outskirts of Sark City, an hour east of here, a building I had driven past a hundred times and had no clue what was in it. There was a normal size office and two adjacent much larger rooms used for filming and other things.

I pictured Vincent to be some sleazy guy in a cheap suit covered in dandruff, a mouth full of bad teeth, but he was nothing like that at all. He was in his mid-thirties, casually dressed, had a handsome enough face and a slight paunch, but pleasant and sincere in manner. He offered me a seat and said he'd view my video right away. Tom stood next to him as he watched, and it wasn't long before "Ow, wows" were being expressed by Vincent; once he exclaimed, "Oh, my God, that's fucking amazing!" and I figured, based on how much time had elapsed, he was watching where Ches and Barry were crouched on either side of my face shitting in my mouth and Alexa was shitting on my tits, all at the same time. The fact that all three were shitting on me simultaneously was a bit of fortunate good luck, every scat orgy reveler's favorite dream-come-true. Mother Nature isn't usually that cooperative.

The video ended and Vincent said he was delighted with what he saw. "I know you want to take this back with you," he said, "but I would love to do things with it to hide your face and put it on a porn site; people would go crazy over it." I told him I would have to think about it.

Just then a woman walked in from one of the larger rooms I mentioned, recognized Tom, and gave him a friendly kiss and hug. She asked about Orla, and they chatted for a few seconds.

"Francene," Vincent called to her, "come and take a look at this." Then nodding toward me, he continued, "This is Rita; she's the one on here. Look." Vincent started the video again, probably happy Francene was giving him an excuse to watch it a second time. Francene, an athletic looking blonde with a shapely figure, maybe around 25 years of age, gazed at it intently, smiling as she did, sometimes more broadly than others, and when it was over, looked at me and said, "Quite the scat lover, I see." She reached for a company business card on the desk and on the back of it wrote her name and phone number.

"Here," she said, handing me the card. "I'm Francene. Call me, okay? I would love to get together with you. I think we might have a lot in common." Then she turned to Vincent and said, "You signed her, of course. Please tell me you signed her." He assured her he was about to, if I agreed. We discussed several things and then I asked, grinning, "Where do I sign?"

That being taken care of, Francene asked me to come with her, she wanted to show me something. We went into an adjacent room. In the middle of it, on a gymnast's mat, knelt a man and a woman, both naked; they were in their mid-twenties and smeared with shit, mainly around their mouths and faces, though quite a bit had dripped down their bodies. Standing in front of them were another man and woman, the man naked, the woman wearing a green camisole tank top and nothing else. They, too, were smeared with shit, though not nearly as much, mostly around their asses and genitals.

"Travis and June are the two people kneeling," Francene said to me. "They're being instructed by Wayne and Zoey on how to act as slaves at the scat parties they'll soon be attending." Wayne got a wooden chair and placed it in front of June while Zoey tied her hands behind her back. Then he got up on the chair and turned around, placing his ass over her mouth. He bent slightly so she could lick his asshole ("Deeper," he kept telling her. "You need to put your tongue in deeper, June.") and then he began to shit in her mouth.

"Hold your position, June," Zoey ordered. "Don't flinch away from his ass; keep your mouth open and steady, even after it's full. That's it." Wayne's shit began to overflow her mouth, and Zoey reminded her to move her head forward so the shit would pile up on her face rather than fall to the floor.

"She's good," I said to Francene, "a little tentative, but getting some experience should fix that."

Wayne stopped shitting and June remained where she was, her face piled with poop looking at the ceiling. "Good girl, June," Zoey commended her. "Stay like that until you see if Wayne is going to rub his ass all over your face or is content the way you are."

Wayne turned around but remained standing on the chair and said a few words to June as a party guest might, giving her practice holding her face steady. Then he turned again and asking Zoey to hold his hands, plopped his ass onto June's face, mushing his shit all over it. "Way to go, June," Zoey praised her, "hold firm, even push your face up into his ass, show him you love his shit all over your face."

Although her hands were tied behind her back, June was able to dig her fingers of one hand into her ass, massaging her asshole, penetrating it as she buried her face in Wayne's ass. Zoey gently kicked her hand away. "Sorry, June, you can't do that, you're going to have to fight the urge to finger yourself, whether it's your pussy or ass. You're just a slave and the pleasure is all his." She moved her hands up to her lower back, all the while washing her face in the shit that filled his ass crack. It was obvious she was totally into what she was doing, loved all of it.

I could feel Francene eying me and I looked at her. She smiled devilishly and said, "Want to get dirty, Rita? If that video is any indication, we could have a lot of fun while giving a lesson to these two beginners."

I grinned back at her. Maybe it was the positive vibes I had been feeling since Tom and I walked in the door, the pleasant yet professional way Vincent had dealt with me. Maybe it was that Francene was such a beauty with her blonde hair and lovely figure, combined with an open and self-assured attitude toward scat. But whatever it was, I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, the desire to take her up on her suggestion becoming irresistible. "You think you could keep up with me?" I asked blithely.

She reacted like I had just heaped the biggest insult I could think of on her. "Pul-eeze, girl! You don't know who you're talking to here!"

We both started removing our clothes, mostly laughing and taunting each other. Everything about Francene was a turn-on for me: her sexy looks, including a gorgeous ass, and her confidence and no-holes-barred demeanor. No wonder I could feel the juices in my cunt begin to flow.

Suddenly she called to Wayne, "Wayne, get two containers of shit from the fridge and warm them up as usual."

"Just two?" I complained facetiously, my own cockiness kicking in.

She gazed at me and lowered her eyebrows in a scowl. "Make that four containers, Wayne," she barked."

"Jeez," Wayne mumbled, "Are you sure, Fran? That's an awful lot..."

She cut him off. "Damn you, Wayne. Do what you're told. Fuck it, make it five!"

We were on the floor in a flash. But despite the in-your-face bravura we had exhibited just a few minutes earlier, we weren't two female warriors trying to prove who was the more superior scat goddess. It was as if we had known each other forever, knew exactly what the other craved and did everything we could to satisfy each other, a give all/take all scat love-making session. Our hands were everywhere on each other, our lips and tongues kissing and licking each other wherever they landed, our bodies rubbing against each other tenderly and fiercely. My fingers plowed deeply up her cunt massaging her, her juices flooding my hand, as my tongue danced across her labia and performed pirouettes on her clit. Hers fingers invaded my ass as she sucked my tits. I yelled for her to put her tongue where her fingers were and eat my ass, open my asshole wide and stick her mouth up there so I could feed her my shit. I got on my knees and I could feel her tongue plowing up and down my ass crack before digging in my hole. I pushed and could feel my poop sliding out of me and into her mouth, and then her face spreading the excess all over my ass.

When I was finished defecating, I reached for her and pulled her down on me and forced her face onto mine, the shit falling out of her mouth into mine. We kissed wildly passing it back and forth, rubbing it on each other's face, and then on our tits. She rubbed her pussy with a huge handful and scooted up to my face, burying my mouth with her filthy cunt. My tongue licked all around her cunt lips, and then up inside of her, devouring my slimy yet earthy waste. Francene must have suddenly felt the urge to go because she quickly straddled me and arched her back slightly so as to shit on my tits, a dark-brown, wonderfully smelly semi-squishy pile, which she then sat in, spreading it all over my tits with her ass. When her ass was all covered I pulled her back onto my face and buried my face in her crack, my tongue in her shithole.

Francene was incredible, as intense and uninhibited as I was, totally without limits to her passions, and I felt as if I was about to lose control. She thrashed her ass onto my face, imploring me to ream her asshole out with my tongue. I begged her to give me what I desperately wanted, to bury my face in her shit.

Just then I heard the door to the room open and someone call my name. It was Tom wondering what had happened to me. "Here you two are," he said, "I should have known this is how I would find you. Fuck me to hell, let me in on this!" He had already kicked his shoes off and had his shirt nearly unbuttoned.

"Yes, fuck yes!" Francene shouted. "Get your ass over her face; I think I'm all pooped out and she wants more. Where the fuck is Wayne with those containers!"

"Rita, lovely Rita," he said to me happily, naked now, his seven-inch cock at a right angle to his body.

My head was spinning, my pussy vibrating, my mouth watering for what Francene had no more to give. "Put your asshole on my mouth," I beseeched him, "I need to taste you right now." He squatted over my face holding his cock in one hand, and I spread his cheeks and zeroed in on his rosebud, forcing my tongue through it into his rubbery hole.

"That's it, love," he coaxed me, "tongue-fuck my asshole. Ram that mighty tongue deep up my butthole until you can taste what I'm going to give you next." I licked harder and deeper, my brain exploding, frustrated I couldn't put my whole face up his ass. Hurry up, Tom, I pleaded with him inside my brain, fill up my mouth with your delectable turds.

"You know what, Rita?" I suddenly heard him say. "Your face is so shit-covered now, it looks as if a giant brown snowdrift has piled up on it..."

What the fuck? What was he babbling about, brown snowdrifts! Jesus, Tom, just be a good little fucker and shit on my face already!

Then I heard him talking again. "But your pussy, Rita, your pussy is like a bare spot the snow hasn't clung to, barren and wind-blown, empty and abandoned. That's where I'll shit, that's where I'll deposit my hot load of creamy shit, where I'll get you all filthy and then fuck you." He stood up and my tongue popped out of his asshole like a cork from a bottle.

Francene rearranged herself at my tits again, sucking them briefly, ready to spread Tom's shit all over my pussy and belly once he defecated. Chuckling, she observed, "I didn't know he had a poetic streak."

"Me neither," I joked, "the Robert Frost of shitters. I hope his shit is as potent as his imagery. It

was

kind of sexy." Frankly, I didn't care where he pooped, on my pussy, head, mouth, feet even, as long as it was lots and lots.

Francene moved slightly across me so her back was exposed to me, which I stroked over and over, coating it with shit. Tom remained standing over my pussy, only barely crouching until finally I felt something plop on my pussy and then another plop, and then Francene's hands moving something warm and mushy around on my lower belly, my thighs, and all over my pussy and between my legs. Tom spread a handful of shit on his cock and crawled over to me so I could suck him while Francene finished slathering me up. I took his cock hungrily, sucking him in, licking it all over. He was delicious.

He crawled back to my pussy and told Francene to turn around and lie on top of me, her pussy on mine. He said he'd fuck me up my ass and then fuck her cunt, back and forth. He made sure we were both covered in shit down there and thrust his cock up my ass fucking it hard, and them put it up her cunt. He fucked each of us until we were moaning in ecstasy and about to come, and then he'd switch. It was torture, but of the most exquisite kind. Finally, I guess he couldn't hold back any longer and shot his load up my ass; Francene rolled off me and had me move in front of her so she could eat the creampie out of my ass. I told her she was a lucky girl because along with Tom's cum I could feel a tiny bit more shit coming out, too. She gobbled up both cum and shit in a single mouthful.

It was then that Wayne showed up with the containers.

"Better late than never," Francene chortled, and grabbing one, dumped the shit it held all on top of her. Then I did the same thing with another container, and so did Tom. She told Travis and June to use the last two containers to get themselves completely filthy after untying June's hands, and to practice filling their mouths with it and passing it back and forth without gagging. Wayne and Zoey should help them.

Then the three of us went a little bit crazy. Each container held about double the amount of shit any of us could produce naturally at a time, so we were literally swimming in it. We took turns massaging each other head to toe until we were totally covered in near-black ooze. Tom ate our asses and we ate his, then he sucked our cunts until we came and we sucked his cock until he did, this time in Francene's mouth, which she then shared with me.