Adventures Of A Scat Slut Pt 10

A couple of weeks after signing with Vincent's entertainment company, I went to my first party as a scat slave. I went with Tom and Orla, who were old hands at this already, though future engagements would find me with others. The party was to be held in a large mansion outside of a big city about three hours away; we would be put up for the night in a nice hotel, which would give us time to recuperate before heading home. I hoped there would be plenty to recuperate from, truth be told.

The three of us thought we'd take the train at first, but the train schedule wasn't to our advantage, so Tom offered to drive. Orla and I agreed we'd be happy to take over driving if he got tired, but Tom didn't think that would be necessary, except maybe on the way home. He assured me the parties could get pretty intense, and we'd all most likely be exhausted the day after. Tom said check-out time at the hotel was noon, though we'd probably be asleep until the last minute.

We got to the hotel mid-afternoon and checked into our room. We would all be staying in the same room, of course, sleeping in the same bed. We still had a few hours to kill before we would have dinner someplace, so Orla declared she was feeling frisky and thought she'd lie down for a bit if anyone was interested in joining her. I didn't need a second invitation, and she and I both had our clothes off in no time and were stretching out across the crisp white sheets. The sheets were cool and refreshing, and within seconds our arms and legs were intertwined. Orla was a few inches shorter than I was with a model's figure, had dark-brown hair with lighter streaks in it, smooth lovely skin, and a radiant smile; her lips were full and I loved kissing her. Usually our kisses were long deep shit kisses, but kissing her now was just as sweet.

I laughed a little and said to her, "It's weird holding you and kissing you like this, I've never done it with you without being covered in shit. It's a whole new experience."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," she replied. "Maybe we should tie string around our fingers to remind us not to start scatting on each other."

"Just put the idea in delay mode," Tom said as he folded his pants and placed them on the easy chair. "Scatting together is exactly what we'll be doing by the end of the party tonight."

That comment got me thinking about the party, and I disengaged myself from Orla. "Will we be expected to fuck with anybody before the climactic ending?" I asked.

"Probably not," said Orla, "except if there are a lot of guys there alone, they'll want to fuck with you. They'll have to be scat lovers, though, because we'll be good and filthy before long. It's pretty much a one-way street most of the night; you'll suck a lot of cock and pussy and be shit on, of course, that's the main event repeated several times, lick ass, too."

"They'll keep us in a separate room and the guests will come to us to do what they want to us," Tom added.

Orla continued, "Some of them will be very friendly and out-going and want to chatter away with you, others will act like you're a machine, literally a toilet. You just have to go with the flow."

"Speaking of flow," said Tom. "Pissing, there'll be a lot of that, so expect to be drenched most of the time."

"Just remember," Orla emphasized, "there's no rough stuff; if anyone starts getting violent, you don't have to put up with it."

Neither of them had anything more to tell me, and I had no further questions, so I wrapped my arms around Orla again. My hands glided over her body until I reached her pussy and I slipped my fingers inside her.

"Mmm, you're so wet," I whispered to her. I sucked her tits until her nipples became two little strawberries, and then I bit them gently. I fingering her sopping pussy deeply, and Tom came over to the bed and joined us. He lay down next to Orla, first kissing her and then me, and then joined me sucking her tits. This gave me the opportunity to work my lips down to her pussy, licking all around her drenched opening, tasting her delicious juices. I replaced my finger with my tongue and dove in to the hilt, finding her clit and dancing all around it.

After a while, Tom maneuvered himself behind her head. Arranging a pillow lengthwise from under her back to between his thighs, he tilted her head back over the edge of the pillow so he could slide his cock in her mouth and down her throat, his balls gently slapping her nose. Orla was expert at this technique, knew how to relax her muscles to eliminate the gagging reflex. He had me straddle her belly so my ass was in his face.

"You know I can't resist tongue-fucking your asshole, Rita," he said. "Stop me if it becomes too much and it makes you want to shit."

I laughed and jokingly replied, "Talk about asking for the impossible, but I'll try." It was downright disconcerting thinking that Tom would be eating my asshole out and I couldn't shit in his mouth, like riding a rollercoaster and being told you can't scream your head off. I knew it was just a matter of saving it for later, that before long all three of us would be wallowing in each other's shit and piss to our heart's content. But it was times like this that made it hard to think of patience as being a virtue and not just a fucking pain in the ass.

Well, he did lick my asshole as wonderfully as he always does, and it did make me want to shit, sometimes desperately so, but I was a good girl and restrained myself. Instead, when the urge became hard to resist, I turned around and gave Orla's pussy a good tongue-lashing, rubbing my face in her juices. With Tom's cock plowing down her throat, her own fingers pinching and pulling her nipples, and my tongue slip-sliding all over her clit, she climaxed powerfully, her body twisting side-to-side. I quickly stretched out on top of her, my mouth close to hers, waiting for Tom to erupt and shoot his cum in her mouth and on my face. He did with a low growl, pulling out of Orla's throat so as not to drown her and offering his last spurts to me. I sucked him clean, and Orla and I shared his cum in a long kiss.

We lounged in each other's arms in bed for a while and even napped for a half-hour or so. When we awoke, we showered quickly and Tom found a promising little restaurant on his phone about a block away. It turned out to be more a fancy diner than an eatery featuring a specific type of cuisine, so we could order items especially suited to the scatting business we were all anticipating later. For example, I ordered a meat dish with a very rich gravy and a baked potato with lots of butter and sour cream; for dessert I made sure to have a dish of vanilla ice cream.

"How much time, Tom," I asked, as we were finishing dessert, "do you think between now and when we'll be able to scat with everyone at the end of the party?"

He looked at his watch and said, "Oh, I guess about five or six hours."

I said, "Good. That should be just about right for this ice cream to intermix with that heavy gravy and sour cream to really get me going down there."

"It's the fruit salad that will do it for me," said Orla. Then she laughed, "I wonder if the people who are going to be using us as their toilets are having dinner now, too, plying themselves with all the foods they can think of that will get them to shit the most and bury us."

We all laughed and Tom said, "Orla can always be counted on to come up with the most pleasant of thoughts." We knew he wasn't being the least bit sarcastic in saying it.

The host of the party hired a driver to take us from the hotel to his mansion. Guests were still arriving when we got there, and quite a few people had assembled and were mingling. Ages ranged from college age to a few senior citizens, with 30-ish being a reasonable average. Everybody remained mostly clad, although a few women were topless already.

A woman named Charlotte, an auburn-haired beauty in her forties, met us when we came in and informed us she would be in charge: she would bring guests into us, keep things moving, arrange certain requests from the party-goers, help get things performed satisfactorily. She took us to a separate room, fairly large, with tiled walls and floor, and drains in the floor. To soften the appearance several colorful rubber mats of various sizes were strewn around. There were three stations set up, one for each of us, containing extra mats to kneel on, a few strands of rope to tie us with if requested, silky blindfolds if needed, and two foot-tall stools for guests to stand on if they wished while shitting or peeing on us. I'm not sure this was the intention, but there was something cozy about this setup that I found appealing. Whether it remained that way I'd have to see.

We took our clothes off in a small ante-room and returned to our stations. I had to remind myself I wasn't at a scat orgy per se like at Philip's farm, that this was a sex party catering to all kinds of activities, from gang bangs and orgies to gay and lesbian hookups to BDSM (a whole room had been outfitted with chains and restraints, whips and crops, and other implements of torture for guests so inclined) and even plain nonsexual socializing ("sightseers" as some referred to them). Those who would come to us for our services had various sexual proclivities which might have nothing to do with being scat lovers. To them we would be just toilets, though doubtlessly more intriguing than the usual devices.

It wasn't long before Charlotte started bringing guests to us. The first person to step before me was a man, perhaps in his fifties, who surprised me a little by being fully dressed in a three-piece suit. He seemed rather desperate and blurted out, "I need to piss in your mouth, bitch." He fumbled with his fly so violently I decided it would be pointless for me to help him. Then he added, "I got stuck in fucking traffic on my way here and feel like I'm going to burst. I told Charlotte to get me in here right away before I pissed myself; I wanted a mouth to piss in."

He barely got his cock out of his fly before his piss coursed against my neck and tits like a dam breaking; he quickly directed his flow to my face and shoved his cock in my mouth. It filled in seconds with his warm yellow nectar, most of which I was forced to dribble out, not being able to swallow fast enough. He told me to tilt my head and he soaked my hair thoroughly. He pissed like that for about a half-minute drenching me, and the liquid going down the drain near me made quite a racket, there was so much of it.

"Ahh, finally," he sighed when he was done. "That was good, a huge relief. I'll take these clothes off now and come back later with something more solid to give you." And he left.

The first person to shit on me was a woman named Rosemary. She was naked, looked to be in her early thirties, had tits that seemed a tad too large to be all hers naturally, and was quite garrulous. The first thing she told me was that she was feeling extremely horny from the moment she arrived and was really going to indulge herself by scatting with a woman (me) and then getting fucked by a man right after (that would be Tom).

"Lie down," she ordered me. I did so, and she knelt next to me.

"You're sopping wet from piss, I see. Has anyone shit in your mouth yet?" she asked.

"No," I answered.

"Good," she said, "I wanted to be first. Do you like being a toilet slave?"

"It's my first time," I answered. "I love scat, though, love getting dirty and playing with shit. It really turns me on."

"What about it turns you on?"

I couldn't tell if she was looking for answers to perhaps justify her own wishes and desires or just chit-chatting. "Lots of things," I replied. "It's so disgusting and thrilling at the same time, which makes it so powerful; also, I love the way it feels on my body, and of course the taste which I now find delicious."

"It's all about the smell and how it feels on my skin for me," she said.

Then she stood and squatting with her back toward my feet, she positioned her ass over my face. I was hoping she would let me lick her, put my tongue in her ass, but Rosemary was not into the finer particulars of scat sex. So I opened my mouth and waited. Her sphincter opened and closed abruptly several times as she strained trying to shit, and a wonderful smelly fart wafted out of her just before a medium-sized turd crackled out into my mouth. She tasted spicy and bitter, and the log was firm. Another log followed and stretched out across my nose. She waited a few seconds making sure she was done, and then straightened up before looking down at me.

"I love the way that looks," she said to me, "all piled up in your mouth like that. I bet it smells really good, too." She sat down next to me and leaned her face over mine, taking deep whiffs of the poop.

"I could smell that all day and never get tired of it," she assured me. "But smell is one thing, and feeling it on my body, especially my tits, is a whole other. I'm going to take that shit out of your mouth now and smear it all over my tits." She hesitated for a moment and then changed her mind. "You know what? You do it; spread it all over my tits, slave girl. Earn your money, bitch."

I sat up immediately and took her turds out of my mouth, filling up both my hands with them. I put my hands to her tits and started to slather them, turning them a dark-brown creamy luxuriousness. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as I spread the shit over her.

After a few minutes she said, "Suck my tits now, slave, stuff your mouth again with my waste. Smear the rest of the shit on my body while you suck me, especially my cunt." I filled my mouth with her lovely tits, biting her nipples, and rubbed my hands into her pussy. I'm sure my face was covered in shit now, from my chin to my eyes, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute. She finally decided to join me in spreading her shit around and put her hands to her cunt to help me coat her there. Her fingers rubbed hard all around her labia and just beyond the opening and down to her asshole.

"Shall I spread some on your face?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "I don't like shit on my face, never did. But I love looking at yours all covered. Wipe some more on it and I'll help you." I took a handful of her shit and wiped it on my face like I was washing it at a basin, and I could feel her fingers dancing around my face covering spots I may have missed. I would have loved to have kissed her then, but knew that was impossible.

While we were doing this, Charlotte came over and told Rosemary that Tom was ready and available. Without a word to me she got up and walked over to him. While I waited for Charlotte to return with the next guest, I watched them for a little bit and saw that she rubbed her filthy pussy in his face making him tongue her hard. Her reaction to this treatment was chaotic and almost violent, as if she were riding a bucking bronc. Then she dismounted his face, straddled his waist, and inserted his cock up her cunt. Her ride on his cock seemed smoother than the one on his face, and Tom sucked her shit-covered tits as I had done as he fucked her, and she soon climaxed and collapsed on him.

Several men used me as nothing more than a toilet. I had to suck their cocks first and then they pissed in my mouth while I continued to suck them. After that they usually wanted me to lick their assholes, and finally they would shit in my mouth. Sometimes, however, they wanted to do it on my tits or on my pussy and watch me smear it on myself. One wanted to do it in my hair, which most women I know would not like, but I love it. It was very creamy and I could comb it into my strands with my fingers which made me feel very filthy and close to coming. The man who did this could see I was starting to lose it and about ready to climax, and he fingered my pussy while I ran both hands wildly through my hair. I orgasmed and fell over onto my elbow, trying to catch my breath.

Forgetting where I was and that I was supposed to be a pleasure-giving slave and nothing more, I realized what had happened and I apologized. "Oh, I'm sorry, that was selfish of me and against the rules."

"I never heard of those rules," he replied softly, smiling. "You must be mistaken." He then added, "I hope to see you again at the end during the orgy." I told him I hoped so, too.

A few people wanted to use the rope and blindfold on me. Near the end of the proceedings when things really started to get wild, a threesome, two men and a woman, all scat fiends, got permission from Charlotte to tie Orla and me together and have their way with us. They had us sit with our backs against each other, our arms behind us tied to each other at our biceps. Then they stood around us and pissed on us, their warm yellow fluid splashing all over our bodies, especially our faces and hair.

Unlike Rosemary, they were a creative ensemble and made us do different things as they drenched us. Before they finished draining their tanks, they untied us and wanted us to kiss with our tongues plowing into each other's open mouths while they soaked our faces, and then had me kneel so Orla could ream my asshole out with her tongue as they peed into it. That pretty much drained them dry, and Orla and I looked like a couple of drowned rats. We felt marvelous, though, and I at least hoped they had some more warped plans for us.

Fortunately, they did. "Lie on your backs, you two," the woman, whose name was Ursula, ordered. "Put your faces up close next to each other." We did and I couldn't help licking Orla's shit-streaked face, tasting the piss that still dripped across it.

"I'm going to shit in your mouths now until they're full. Just hold it there, no kissing, no chewing, no swallowing Got it?" We shook our heads and waited as Ursula squatted over our faces. She strained and the tip of a turd peeked out of her sphincter, as if testing the air before emerging. It must have liked what it saw because a second later it quickly sailed out and into Orla's mouth. It rested on her tongue, the tip of it sticking out of her lips. A few seconds later another one was birthed and landed in my mouth; both turds were very dark brown in color and medium soft. I wondered if there would be more, but Ursula stood and stepped next to us.

"You two slaves are very much plastered in shit, as you should be," she said. "Quite a pleasant sight. But as usual there is one part of you that has been neglected. That we will rectify right now. Charlotte told me your names; which of you is Rita?"

I signaled with my hand, it getting harder to concentrate with that lovely clump of shit melting in my mouth. "Turn around, Rita, and put your face by Orla's feet. I want you both to suck each other's feet getting that shit I just gave you all over them, especially between the toes. Get those toes all shit-covered and suck them real good." I swiveled around on my ass and lay on my side, Orla's feet at my mouth. I took about half the poop that was in my mouth and spread it on one of Orla's feet, massaging it all around her toes and then the rest of her foot to her ankle. I could feel Orla doing the same to me. I then took her toes and jammed them all in my mouth, squishing them in the pile of shit I still had there. Using my tongue like a spatula, I mashed the poop all through her toes until I could actually hear it squishing around. Ursula's shit was more sweet than bitter, and mushing it about in my mouth not the least bit unpleasant. Soon I could feel Orla's tongue scraping the sole of my foot and then her teeth grazing the ball.

I knew what Ursula meant by neglecting the feet in shit play: you become so focused on smearing and licking all the usual erogenous zones that the feet fall by the wayside. Orla and I had, of course, sucked each other's feet after covering them in shit numerous times, but never as often as we did each other's tits and cunt and asshole. So this was a most enjoyable demand by Ursula, whether she realized it or not.