New Scat Slave Pt 04

I had no preconceived idea of how my journey into scat would go but must admit, so far, it has been fantastic. The latest instalment where Lesley sent me some of her delicious shit by courier was an experience that even I, a regular fantasist, could not have imagined. Lesley had supplied me with more than was required to fulfill her video instructions, so I put it to good use by tasting and swallowing more although I still had to be aroused to push my own boundaries. After 5 days and laughing to myself I decided to bin the rest of the tub as I didn't know what kind of shelf-life shit had. I mean, does it have a shelf-life? In fact, I thought that I may already have gone past the danger zone. However, it wasn't making me sick, which I thought to be a bonus!

It was only a few weeks later this time when I received another email from Lesley who started it with 'My scat slave,' and ended it with 'Your scat instructor.' Better salutations I could not think of.

The email asked me for my upcoming availability including daytimes and weekends. I had nothing to cancel so I sent back a lengthy list of dates and times. After a few days the next email arrived telling me when my meeting was arranged. Saturday night at 5pm with an added detail to bring some alcohol.

On my arrival, Lesley (scat instructor) greeted me with an enthusiastic hug and kiss. I could tell that she was already tipsy. I saw on the table beside where she was sitting, a half-full glass of white wine. The bottle next to it was also halfway down. Some cool relaxing music was playing in the background that made for a strangely romantic atmosphere.

"Started early?" I laughed.

"Ha, it's the weekend, it's time to party," she smiled back at me, "would you care for a glass?"

"Yes please, but I also have these."

I handed her a bag with some beer, more wine and a bottle of whisky.

"Help yourself to wine while I put this stuff away."

Two unused wine glasses sat beside Lesley's, I poured myself a healthy amount and sat down in the space adjacent to her. She returned, plonked herself down beside me and held out her glass to clink.

"Cheers," we said in unison.

"Tell me," She said, "how much did you enjoy our video call last week?"

"I absolutely loved it. So fucking horny and dirty and, well, I could go on."

"Did my shit taste good?"

"Delicious. I was so turned on. The whole thing about receiving and opening the package to watching you on video at the same time as watching porn and sniffing poppers then you tell me to lick my fingers and finally swallowing."

"Mmmmm," she purred, "and be honest with me, did you taste it again?"

"Yes," I blushed

"Did you eat and swallow any more?"

I gulped and began sniggering. Blushing I said "yes."

"Good boy, your training is coming along nicely. We will have more fun tonight, ok?"

"Yes, please Lesley."

"I don't want you calling me Lesley tonight, when I tell you to, I want you to start calling me mistress, ok?"

"No problem, I'll love that," I said.

With that, Lesley took my wine glass from me and filled both mine and hers. Watching her pour I admired the view in front of me, she looked gorgeous in a lovely summer style dress with what I hoped were black stockings underneath. As we settled back to drink more wine there was a knock at her front door. She disappeared into the hallway and, on answering the door, I heard her greet someone fondly. It was a male voice. They walked into the living room together. I was surprised to see him with his arm around her waist.

"Jon, meet Michael. Michael meet Jon"

We both reached out to shake each other's hands with surprised and puzzled looks.

"Wine Michael?"

"Er, yes please Lesley," Michael replied.

"Grab a seat and by the way, Lesley for now but when I say, you will start calling me Mistress, ok?"

Michael burst into a huge grin and said, "no problem."

He was a guy very similar to me in looks, height and build but perhaps a few years younger. We hit it off instantly. While Lesley was pouring his wine, he looked at me and shrugged his shoulders as if to say I have no idea what is going on. I returned a wide-eyed expression and also shrugged.

Lesley handed over his wine and began talking, "I bet you are both wondering why there are two of you?" We both nodded muttering a yes answer. "I have been thinking recently while trying to think of new and exciting scenarios that it was time for me to have some fun. You both will as well providing you both want to play and take part. Are you both up for it?"

Thinking along the lines of a threesome I instantly agreed. Michael probably thought the same as he nodded and said, "yes, I'm up for it."

"Good. Well, first, let me explain. You both have very similar fetishes and kinks. Very very similar," she said while laughing. "You both love my shit. However, there is more to it, since getting to know you both and having lots of chats while drinking wine you have both opened up and told me some of your other fantasies. You may not have noticed but I have been fishing a lot and have asked you lots of questions."

I suddenly had a nervous knot as I couldn't remember exactly what I said or, even worse, what I had agreed to. I could tell Michael was thinking the same as that confused look returned to his face.

"So," she said, "we will have another glass of wine then we'll start, ok boys?"

"Emmm, yes?" I said, smirking, curious to know what was about to happen. Michael also agreed.

We ended up chatting for a good while and having more wine than expected. I was certainly beginning to feel a little drunk. Added to this, the room was warm, and the music was relaxing. Lesley put her next empty glass on the table beside her and said, "time for fun boys and time to start calling me mistress, put down your glasses and sit either side of me." She urged me to slide along the couch a bit, she moved to the middle and Michael sat at the other side of her from me.

"Right my two horny sluts, follow my instructions and do as you are told, ok?"

"Yes mistress," we both replied eagerly.

"Both of you begin by kissing my neck. Passionately"

Without hesitation Michael began kissing the right-hand side of Lesley's neck while I concentrated on the left. It didn't take long for Lesley to start squirming with her legs beginning to open and close.

"Feel my tits." We both immediately raised our hand and started rubbing gently with an occasional squeeze. Her nipples hardened to our touch. The whole situation had a similar effect on my cock.

While we carried on kissing up and down her neck while touching her gorgeous breasts and nipples Lesley grabbed my left and moved it from her chest to her open legs and rested it on her thigh. I didn't need an invitation and automatically knew my role. I gently moved my hand and fingertips up Lesley's leg paying particular attention to her inner thigh. Her legs opened wider. She moved Michael's hand to the buttons on her dress undoing the first one for him and expecting him to follow suit, he did, happily. All these actions while Lesley had her head thrown back, eyes closed and panting with occasional moans and whispering, "oh yes."

It wasn't long before her dress was wide open and both Michael and I had the stunning view of Lesley in a pair of sheer black hold-ups and see-through knickers revealing a trimmed pubic bush. She had no bra as we had imagined from the touching. She leaned her body forward so we could remove the dress from her shoulders. We now had a beautiful and sexy woman looking lustful and incredibly turned on. While Michael and I were complete strangers there was a sudden bond, we wanted to please Lesley.

Dress removed, Lesley opened her legs wide and lifted them over each of our thighs. She then threw an arm around our necks pulling our heads/faces closer to her. She turned to me first and began kissing me with an open mouth and her tongue playing with mine. Kissing was obviously an aphrodisiac as her moans and writhing increased. She stopped kissing me but through pants and breathlessness told me to suck her tits. I immediately dropped my head and took in her large hard nipple. Instantly, Lesley threw her head back and shouting "God that's good, don't stop." She then said, "both of you get those hands and fingers working, get inside my knickers and make me cum." At that she turned to Michael and began another round of passionate snogging.

Michael moved his hand to the top of Lesley's panties and slid his hand down towards her clit while I pulled them to the side and gently rubbed the entrance of her pussy. On the same peculiar wavelength both Michael and I seemed to know how and where to touch. As soon as our hands were on her clit and inside her she broke off her kiss, threw her head back with the sound of a horny woman, "fuck yes, don't fucking stop, make me cum you dirty bastards, make me cum."

Both of us were now sucking on her nipples and increasing our tempo inside her knickers. Michael was expertly rubbing on and around Lesley's clit while I had two fingers inside moving back and forth against her g-spot. What a turn-on. With my fingers inside Lesley, I could feel Michael's fingers pressing against her clit. He could also feel mine as he glanced at me with a wink and a smirk.

After only a few minutes Lesley let out a scream, "I'm nearly there, rub that clit harder, come on. Fuck me with your fingers. Hard. Fuck me. Suck my nipples." Order after order. Lesley's body began to shake violently with her legs opening and closing and tightening up to enjoy every drop of orgasm. We slowed our strokes and lifted our mouths from her nipples. Once she calmed slightly, she moved her hands towards us saying "stop, enough, move your hands away." At the same time, we withdrew from her soaking wet pussy and said, "yes mistress."

"Wow, that was fucking amazing. I'll be having you both doing that again some time. Horny bastards."

"Give me a glass of wine Mikey," she ordered. "You, scat-bitch, go fetch my white robe from the bathroom."

"Yes mistress," we said.

With everything sorted we sat back in our original places with our glasses. We had literally put the glass to our lips when Lesley said, "both of you, stand up and strip."

Michael and I glanced at each other nodding in agreement. The whole situation of what we had just done with Lesley along with the wine had lowered our inhibitions. We knew a great time was ahead.

We both stood up and began removing items of clothing. "Remove from the bottom up,"

"Yes mistress."

Mistress sat sipping her wine while watching us strip. Like the cat who got the cream. She keenly watched us remove our clothing and once naked, we stood motionless awaiting the next instruction.

"You," while pointing at me. "Go fetch 3 or 4 large bath towels and lay them out in front of me where you are standing." I loved the sound of this. After her orgasm she said she wanted more. My mind worked overtime. A 3-some. Maybe double penetration. Mmmmm.

"And you scat-cunt," fill my glass again. Scat-cunt I thought, that must be something Michael enjoys as well and, another glass of wine for mistress, she is fair knocking them back.

Standing back in our positions (on the towels) Lesley told us to pick up our wine glasses and finish what we had left. Easy. It took a few gulps, and we had empty glasses.

"Both of you kneel."

"Yes mistress."

While we got curiously into position mistress stood up and opened her robe. Time for oral perhaps I thought.

"Hold your glasses out in front of you."

As we held the glass horizontally in front, Lesley pulled her knickers to the side exposing her pussy. She started pissing. The stream directed at my body first.

"Catch my piss in your glass," she told me.

I immediately thrust my glass under the stream. It began to fill. This is the reason why she was drinking so much wine! As soon as it reached the top Lesley moved position slightly to aim her piss toward Michael. Similarly, her first jet soaked his body, but he knew what to do and immediately caught her piss in his glass. Once filled, Lesley just stood and let it flow from her. She didn't have a lot left but I noticed the towels were piss-soaked.

She closed her robe over and sitting down again said, "drink."

Drink? I questioned in my head. Eh? What? In front of each other.

"Come one my toilet slaves, fucking drink. You don't drink, you don't come back here. Your choice."

I needed no hesitation and put the glass to my lips and began to swallow. With all the wine she'd had it tasted sharp and bitter but certainly not unpleasant. I noticed Michael had raised the glass to his mouth.

"Play with your cocks and drink slowly, I want to enjoy this."

"Yes mistress," we both said moving our spare hand toward our cocks. I'll be honest, it was a great feeling and that erotic, dirty, kinky feeling was building again. Mistress reached into the pocket of her robe then handed us each a bottle of strong poppers.

"Here you go sluts, have these while you play."

I put my glass down and, taking a large sniff, my head immediately started to float, and the feeling moved down my entire body and into my cock which was now rock hard. Again, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Michael do something similar. While wanking slowly and being intoxicated from the fumes of poppers and the previous glasses of wine, I was in heaven. I lifted my glass and emptied the contents then said, "thank you mistress." It took Michael a minute or two longer, but he repeated my sentiment.

"Shuffle round to face each other now boys."

We did exactly that. It was a little awkward facing each other but we were in that horny turned-on zone so neither of us cared. Mistress leaned forward taking the glasses from us and said quietly (but enough to be heard), "wank each other, feel each other's balls, use both hands."

Without hesitation Michael dropped his hands and began wanking me with one hand while rubbing my balls with the other. God it felt good. I didn't hesitate, I dropped my hands to mirror what he was doing. After a few minutes of this Lesley was aware that we were both close to orgasm.

"Stop," she said. "Take more poppers then lie down on the towels in a 69 position on your side so you can see each other's cock better."

The gulp of poppers worked better than the first. My head was spinning, and the horniness was running through my body. I lowered my body to the floor and in-line with Michael's cock. He was neatly trimmed, and his cock was a similar size to mine. I took it in my hand and began wanking him. This was new. I had a bi experience once before in a quiet toilet at a secluded car park and picnic area but that was over 10 years ago, and it was only a handjob. I must have mentioned it to Lesley during our chats and told her I wanted more that night. In fact, I did, I remember telling her now.

"Did you enjoy it," was one of her questions.

"Yes, I still wank to the experience."

She had obviously banked the vital information and details for this evening. I imagine my story will resonate with Michael.

We were wanking each other at a good pace. I could feel it start to build again. We were both at the stage that we had to let go.

"Stop, more poppers boys," mistress said, handing them to us. It was only when I looked up from Michaels cock that mistresses robe was open wide, and her hand was inside her knicker's rubbing herself.

We obeyed her instruction and, as we dropped back to our positions mistress said "now suck each other. I want to see you both gagging on cock."

Where was the 3-some I thought. I hadn't bargained for this, and I don't imagine Michael had either! How on earth have I ended up in this position, literally, and being told to suck another man's cock.

However, the thought passed quickly when I felt a hot wet mouth engulf my cock. It felt fantastic. The poppers were kicking in again, so I followed Michael's lead and wrapped my lips around the end of his cock. I knew from the blowjobs that I had received over the years to keep the cock lubricated and wet but also mix up your movements from deep throat to tongue action to sucking the head like a lollipop. Fucking hell I thought, what a dirty bi slut you are. We were both moaning and, to be honest, getting into it. I'm not sure how close Michael was but I was ready to shoot down his throat -- I had only ever fantasised about sucking a cock and tasting cum, but I wanted it for real now. I wanted to feel it hit the back of my throat and lick his cock clean. This was amazing. However, just at that point, when we were both on the edge mistress told us to stop. Noooo, I wanted to shout. "Fucking stop," she ordered. We both pulled our heads away and lay motionless wondering what was going on.

"Good boys," she told us, "I think I will have you two more often, very obedient. Jon, were you enjoying that?"

"Yes mistress."

"Michael, were you?"

"Yes mistress."

"Ok, now for the finale. I think we will all get something from this."

I had no idea what she meant but I immediately thought she was coming to join us for 'that' 3-some because, as she stood up, she removed her robe and her knickers and took a step towards us.

"Jon, turn your body round so you are in the same position as Michael. Both of you lie flat on your back."

I obeyed her order and turned my body around, so I was shoulder to shoulder with Michael staring at the ceiling. I had no idea what her plan was. Oral? More pissing? Fucking?

"Move as close as you can to each other, so your bodies are touching."

This felt strange. Only two minutes ago I was sucking Michael's cock, but this intimacy felt strange and a whole new level. Mistress kicked us both. Luckily, her bare-footed swipe wasn't too painful but neither of us wanted another, so we moved closer.

Lesley swung a leg over tucking her foot next to Michaels outside hip. She then did the same to me with her other leg. Facing away from us, she squatted slightly hovering over us. I suddenly realised what might be happening. I had hoped that this was her signature 3-some sex move but nope, my fears were confounded! Lesley's arsehole started to pucker. She was about to shit on us. I couldn't believe this was happening and especially lying beside another guy but then again, after recent months, I could believe it. Ten seconds of pushing saw her shit arrive, first over me, covering my stomach area and cock then she swayed her hips over Michael and let him have some, but her aim was off slightly as it landed more on his cock and balls.

There was an obvious sexual vibe amongst us so, while this was a surprise, it was fucking horny. This beautiful woman releasing her mess over us while we watched. It took me back to a previous meeting when she shat on my cock. That was equally fantastic. Her shit was warm and slightly soft, but it was plentiful. God, how long had she been saving this I thought. I heard Michael whisper to me, "fucking hell, what a woman." He was right. This situation where we have a confident scat-loving woman above us shitting on us and dishing out orders was to be enjoyed. Years of wanking material in one horny situation!

"Wank for me boys," Lesley said from above. She was still squatting trying to push out what remained inside her. "Come on you scat-pigs, get those cocks hard again and get them covered in my shit."

Fucking hell was all I thought. While one half of my brain was screaming no, the other half was screaming yes. Doing as I was told I moved my hand toward my cock and as soon as I reached it, I could feel the large lump of shit. I began playing with my cock and rubbing the shit up and down while smearing my balls. It didn't take long for my cock to become hard.

Lesley stood up straight swinging her right leg over us and now sideways on looking down at her subjects.