Diagnosing A Fetish Ch 12

"Another round? I'm not as young as I used to be, you know. I do have a limit." Kat's actions conflicted with her words, her fingers threading through my hair as she pushed me back between her legs.

"And that limit is two?"

"Shut up and get to work. You wanted this."

It seems you do, too

. I kept the thought to myself, though I had little choice. With her hand still in place on the top of my head, she wrapped her legs around the back and squeezed her thighs to keep me in place. My mouth found her clit - I was

fortunately

getting better at that - and I ran my tongue feverishly against the sensitive flesh.

I could feel the moisture of her sex on my chin as it was forced between her labia. I soon lowered my head, and my tongue took its place. The incredible taste of her natural juices was easy to forget until I experienced them again, a sweet, musky flavor that filled my mouth. She was wetter now than I had ever seen - likely due to the two previous rounds. Though, it's possible the location had something to do with it. Maybe Kat had a bit of an exhibitionist streak.

Regardless, I had a job to do, and I was going to do it. Eating a woman out still wasn't a skill I would consider myself having, but the practice was beneficial. Based on my albeit limited experience, it seemed to be something Kat enjoyed, so I wanted to improve as much as possible for her sake.

Two orgasms - and a third on the way - wasn't bad though, all things considered. After all, a month ago was my first time having sex in almost a year, and I had never been with a woman before then. It was interesting, too, how much of a difference gender made. An obvious statement, maybe, but Dave's favorite thing was oral - receiving, not giving, obviously - and I hated it.

With Kat, it was different. I

loved

eating her out. I loved the way she smelled, and tasted, and how she writhed around, but those weren't the main reasons. I loved eating her out because I could tell how much

she

loved it, too. The way her pussy dripped, and the sporadic moans that slipped between her lips. How her chest would rise and fall as she desperately tried to find her breath.

Of course, she told me, too. Kat told me how much it turned her on to see me between her legs, feeling my tongue in her sex. Another thing Dave would never do--or

could

never do--was admit he liked something, especially if I was the one doing it.

It didn't take long before her third and ultimately last orgasm (for the time being) came and went, leaving the two of us breathless. I stayed between Kat's legs, cleaning up missed drips of her cum while she leaned back on the couch, slowly sipping from her drink as she watched me.

The way her eyes stayed locked on me, teasing me with their sexual spark, made me weak. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," she purred, raising her bare foot to my lips. "I was just thinking about you, down there on your knees. Maybe I

should

get you a leash. Kiss it."

I swooned at the tone of her voice, so soft yet commanding, and the way she bossed me around. I couldn't ignore the order even if I wanted to, so placed a tender kiss on the top of her foot, and then another, and another.

Soon I had her big toe sucked deep into my mouth, my tongue rapidly cleaning it as I stole licks between it and the bottom of her foot. Disappointingly, it was relatively clean after her recent shower, but it didn't stop me.

Kat, did, unfortunately. She pulled her foot away, using the other to push my forehead back. "Only you would be disappointed to

not

lick someone's disgusting foot."

"Why are you stopping then? Did you not like it?"

"The opposite. It was turning me on way too much and I am not ready to cum again. I think you removed the outer skin from my vagina with only your tongue." Kat's hand lingered on her sex, carefully caressing the sensitive flesh to emphasize her point.

"Well, you could always eat me out while you wait." Kat was wet, sure, but I was sopping. I could feel the crotch of my panties, sticky and damp as my juices soaked into the lacy fabric. Though, that may have partially been due to Erin's pee from earlier.

She looked me over, a predatory look in her eyes. "Mmm, no. Not yet."

"Not yet?" I pouted.

"No, you don't get to cum yet." Kat stood from the couch, pulling her pants and panties back on. "Come on, the night's still young; we can't stay in here the entire party."

"We could."

"This was supposed to help you explore your fetishes with someone open to them. You can eat me out any time at home."

Reluctantly, I had to agree with Kat. I knew she was right - Dr. Morse had specifically asked me to try putting myself out there with experienced members of this community - but it didn't make it any easier to admit. "I'm going to hold you to that," I muttered as I got to my feet. "Where's my shirt?"

I had removed it somewhere between orgasm one and two but struggled to find it in the dimly lit room. A struggle that Kat didn't seem to share as she swiped it off the ground and dangled it in front of my face. "Right here."

Upon reaching out for it, she quickly pulled it away, a grin on her face. "Give it back."

"I don't think so. It is mine, after all," Kat replied. I could tell from the look on her face that this was a game. One I wasn't sure I wanted to be playing.

"I can't just wear

this

," I said, gesturing down towards my sheer black bra.

"Why not? Most people are walking around naked."

Again, I was a little annoyed that I couldn't rebuke Kat's argument. "You're really not going to give it back?" She shook her head, tying the shirt around her waist to prove a point. I let out a small breath through my nose, "Fine. Bringing you here was a mistake; I don't like what it's turning you into," I added as we made our way towards the door.

"You like it, don't lie."

I did, unfortunately, like it.

Not that it made the prospect of wandering around a club in only a bra any easier, however. As we left the room, I couldn't help but feel the eyes on me. If I were being honest, no glances were judgemental, nor were they overtly sexual. Rather, they were looks of curiosity from people who shared similar interests to me. Again, it didn't make it easier.

Kat, on the other hand, seemed to welcome the attention. The longer we stayed, the more I questioned if she had gone to similar parties before and just didn't tell me. It seemed unlikely, though; maybe she was better at calming her nerves in situations such as these. She did have alcohol on her side.

"Stop covering them up."

I didn't realize my arms were crossing my chest until Kat's whisper pointed it out. Hesitantly, I lowered them to my sides, acutely aware that my ripples were quite erect and visible through the mesh material covering them.

At a certain point, the looks stopped coming as Kat and I became a known presence in the larger room. People went back to their conversations and save for the odd glance if someone walked directly past us, eyes were off me. As Kat had said, most people were naked. I was hardly interesting in comparison.

"Do you smell that?" It was barely a tickle of my nose, but it was an aroma I was more than familiar with.

"Smell what?"

I didn't know the best way to tell Kat. It was shit. I smelled shit coming from somewhere in the room. Scat, waste, poop, feces. Regardless of what you called it; I could definitely

smell

it; I was almost positive. "I think it's coming from over here."

I lead the two of us down the hallway of doors and further into the back of the club. Near the end of the hall was an open door, from which came the sounds of moaning and the unmistakable smell of shit.

"Oh, I smell it now," Kat announced, covering her nose with her hand.

But I wasn't listening. I had caught a look inside the room, and I was enamored. Inside, in the center of the room, was a tall woman clad in latex, and, below her, was a naked woman with a pile of shit in her mouth. Finally, on a couch to the right of the door, was a woman stroking herself to the show.

Two parts of me were at war. One part wanted nothing more than to saunter into that room and join those women completely. It was the first time seeing other people do this in person, after all. It was the first time having solid, visual proof that other people were like me. Other than Dr. Morse, of course, but she didn't count in my mind, for whatever reason.

The other part of me, however, was wildly overwhelmed and wanted to turn tail as soon as possible. So many factors told me to go with option two. Kat was here, for one, and I could only imagine her thoughts on this. I also didn't know these people, nor did I know if they would be interested - or willing - to let me join.

Neither side one, a stalemate that left me standing dead still in the doorway, eyes locked on the woman lying on her back as her jaw flexed and chewed the putrid waste filling her mouth.

"Interested in joining?" the woman on the couch asked, startling me out of my stunned state. "Feel free to take a seat."

"I-I- W-Well, I'm with my girlfriend. So, you know. Um..."

I felt her hands on my stomach before I saw them, Kat wrapping her arms around my body in a loose hug as she rested her head on my shoulder. "With your girlfriend? Are you using me as an excuse now?"

"Well, I just know you're not really into this stuff." I could feel my heart beating in my chest, a subconscious response to being in a predator's grasp. I knew Kat wouldn't do anything, but it was more the fact that she

could.

"I just thought-"

"

I

thought I told you to explore and have fun." Her voice was a harsh whisper, and I could feel her breath on my ear as she spoke into it. "So go have fun and get

filthy

. If you want to, of course," she added with a friendlier tone.

I felt as if I swallowed my tongue, stuck in a stalemate and unable to speak as I tried to make a decision. Kat helped somewhat, nudging me into the room with her knee. When I turned back to her for encouragement, however, she was already gone. I could follow her,

or...

"Nervous?"

It was the woman on the couch who asked the question. The black mask she wore made it difficult to recognize her face or identify her expression. I wasn't sure if the other two women had even noticed my presence, both a little distracted at the moment. "Yeah, a little," I answered honestly.

"First time here I assume?" I nodded. "First time seeing something like that?" she gestured towards the two women with her head, never stopping the hand rubbing beneath her pants.

"In person, yeah." I nodded again, my eyes wandering to the woman on the floor, her mouth slowly becoming less full as she worked through the waste. "But, um, I've watched stuff online. And..." I tried to force myself to look at the woman on the couch but couldn't get my eyes past her feet. "I've done some stuff alone. Only very recently, though."

"Ah, I was there once," she replied earnestly. "Come sit down."

She patted the seat beside her, and I listened, sinking into the plush couch. "So, this isn't your first time here, then?"

She laughed, "No, not my first time here. Although, I've only been a few times before. Like you, I prefer the virtual world. It's safer that way and still brings in a profit."

"A profit?"

Rather than explain, she just turned to me and silently raised her mask. A single finger on her lips told me to keep something a secret, but of what I wasn't sure. I will say that she did not look how I expected. Her skin was soft and unblemished and, if my eyes weren't tricking me in the low light, she had a soft sputtering of freckles across the bridge of her face.

"Wow, you're so young!" I caught the words as they left my mouth, "Sorry, it's just... I was expecting you to be older."

She laughed again, this time a breathy chuckle as she slid the mask back over her eyes. "Quite the charmer, but I'm twenty-eight."

"Still six years younger than me."

"But far from the youngest one here." From her right she grabbed a stemmed glass off a table and brought it to her lips, taking a long drink. "I'm guessing you don't recognize me, based on that reaction."

"Should I?"

"Your question earlier about me making a profit. I'm an

online entertainer

if you catch my drift. And, not to self-congratulate, but a pretty successful one at that. I would be surprised if most women here

didn't

recognize me."

I racked my brain but couldn't come up with anything. "Oh. Uh, no I don't recognize you."

"A nice change of pace, I guess. My name stage name is FreckledFreak, but my real name is April."

"I'm Mallory."

"Nice to meet you, Mallory." She took another sip of her drink, a dead silence filling the air between us. "She's very good at that."

"The woman on the ground?"

April nodded, "It's rare that someone can actually

eat

like that. Full mouth, chewing, swallowing. The whole nine yards."

"A-And do you? Y'know, do that?"

"Mmm, sometimes," she said as if lost in thought, "But most of my stuff online is solo work, so it's rare and usually exclusive to my private life."

I sank deeper into the couch, unsure of what to do. I was next to a woman six years my junior and yet I was entirely overwhelmed by her presence. The display in front of us didn't help matters, my body reacting to the show despite my brain desperately trying to ignore it.

"You can touch yourself, too," April said, though I couldn't bring myself to look at her. I could feel her eyes on me, but she just stayed silent, watching for my reaction which would never come. "I know you're nervous, but you don't have to be."

"No, it's OK. I'm fine just watching."

"Well, if it's OK with you, I think I might get a little more comfortable." Rising from the couch, two hands went to her waistband as she prepared to pull down her pants. "Assuming I have your permission?"

"Y-Yeah go ahead." Averting my eyes, I could only imagine what was happening to my right based on the sounds. It wasn't long before I felt the seat beside me sink. Rather than sitting forward, however, April had chosen to lean back against the arm, legs spread.

"Looks like she managed to eat it all."

My attention was brought back to the other two women in the room, a strange realization washing over me that I hadn't heard either speak. It lingered only momentarily, my focus diverted by April's comment. As described, the woman's mouth was now empty, her brown-stained tongue rapidly circling her lips in an attempt to grab anything missed.

Not shortly after she concluded that nothing was left, she was given a new task. The other woman - who had previously been standing to the side to watch along with April and I - had returned to her position over her companion. Cheeks spread, she crouched down and sat atop the woman's chest, her ass enveloping the woman's nose and mouth.

"God, I bet that feels great." April's commentary began again, occasionally interrupted by soft moans or quiet grunts. "Fuck, I love having my ass eaten. The way the tongue gets in there... ugh. Have you ever done

that?

"

I tried to hide the shame on my face at the reminder that my sexual experiences were quite lacking, despite being in a relationship. Although, for me, being with a woman was in and of itself an achievement. "No, I haven't done that, either."

"That's too bad. I could, y'know, show you what it feels like. If you're up for it."

Mulling over the suggestion, I decided against it. "No, I'm sorry, but I don't really know you, and I'm in a relationship."

"I understand. Next time you and your girl hook up, though, I suggest you give it a try."

"Y-Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

Keeping my eyes away from April as she lay bare and spread open next to me was a task that required full focus. The unfortunate truth that the two women in front of me were equally distracting didn't help matters. My gaze, therefore, fell to the floor, my eyes tracking the shapes of the shadows as the flashing lights overhead caused them to move and dance.

And yet, I couldn't drown out April's moans, or the way her breath would hitch, or the slick wetness of her pussy. I couldn't stop my right hand from drifting mindlessly between my legs where it sought out my mons and stroked over my jeans. I didn't notice my gaze had drifted until April's bright blue eyes stared back at me.

Her look was one of curiosity, but also anticipation, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she stared. "It would feel better if you took them off."

The suggestion was an obvious one, likely meant to get a sense of my comfort. "I-I don't know."

"Hey, do whatever you want, but this is the place to indulge, so

indulge.

You said you're into this but have never had any experiences-" With her free hand, April gestured towards the two women, "Enjoy this one."

Again, I carefully considered what she had said, and what I wanted to do. The feeling that I was in some way cheating on Kat was difficult to ignore. I of course knew that she was open to - or more accurately

wanted

me to - enjoy myself here. As did April, and as did Dr. Morse.

I slid my jeans off after a minute or two of thinking, April visibly excited to see me commit. As I sat back, I tried to ignore the cold leather of the couch on my ass and April's eyes on me, focusing instead on the burning heat between my legs.

Masturbating next to another woman wasn't technically cheating. It was a stupid thought, really, but it was one I let sit in my brain as I tried to justify an act that didn't need justifying. Regardless, it was enough to get me down to my underwear, and enough for me to slide a finger deep inside my wanting hole.

I lost myself in the moment, forgetting where I was as I closed my eyes and a soft moan slipped from my mouth. My finger met no resistance, the interior of my vagina thoroughly lubricated after a night of teasing.

It was only when I heard April shifting beside that I came back to reality. I still felt partially uncomfortable with so many strangers in my proximity while masturbating, but I couldn't stop my eyes as they were drawn towards April.

She was clean-shaven and unblemished. Her labia looked so soft and plump; a nearly perfect pussy in my opinion. I could see her labia minor hanging out slightly, the darker flesh framing her glistening pink insides perfectly.

"That's better," April's voice broke through the silence, reminding me that she was watching. My eyes met hers briefly, but I struggled to hold the gaze. "It's okay, just relax and enjoy it," she reassured me.

Stretching out more on the leather couch, I did my best to heed her advice. My finger moved faster, now, my thumb adding to the pleasure as it ground into my clit. Somehow, knowing that April was getting turned on by me watching her had an equal - or likely greater - effect on me.

Still, I could not ignore the fact that I was nervous. My hand shook ever so slightly when still, and I could feel my breathing increase for reasons other than my growing arousal. I did my best to ignore it, and when that didn't work, I tried to imagine it was Kat beside me.

It was hard, though. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell from the sounds of her breath that it wasn't my girlfriend. It was harder, still, when April added a second hand between her legs. Her index stopped at her vagina only briefly, just enough time to gather some of her natural lubricant on its tip before moving lower.

Like her vulva, her sphincter was hairless, the wrinkled flesh glistening as she rubbed her finger against it. For a moment, it opened, a quiet hiss escaping from the inky gape before squeezing back shut. My nose wrinkled as it caught the smell; a distinct sulfur aroma.