The Toilet Girl
This story contains graphic descriptions of explicit lesbian sex acts. It also contains very graphic descriptions of hardcore scat, including scat domination and watersports.
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Copyright 2021 April, all rights reserved. A story by SinfulTouches (Paula)
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My name is Emma James. I am 33 years old. I live and work in London, in a bank. I dress smartly in a suit in my day job. I am not a tall woman (just over 5ft). I'd say I was curvy, perhaps just a little bit overweight. I've a tanned complexion, brown eyes and I wear my hair short and neat. I like to think I'm quite attractive, but I am no supermodel. But if you like short, curvy brunettes with short hair, you'd probably fancy me. I enjoy playing squash and cycling. I love the cinema and theatre. I sing in a choir and I do voluntary work for a wildlife charity.
I am out. Mostly everyone knows I'm a lesbian and mostly everyone is cool with it.
The world believes I am a respectable, young, middle class, professional woman. And I am.
But I do have one secret. Something hardly anyone knows about me. Something I keep hidden. A shadow side to my life. A very secret side of my life.
I am a scat-girl.
This story begins early one Saturday morning, several years ago.
I was on my way to number 16 again. The house where my scat playmate lived. It seemed best to call her a playmate rather than a girlfriend, for that is what she was. It was no normal lesbian relationship we had; it was something far more visceral, far more intense. What we experienced together took us both to the most exquisite state of debauched bliss that it was possible for two women to feel together.
This would be our fifth playtime together and this would be our most depraved game yet. My pussy had gradually been getting a little moist at the thought of it ever since I had got up that Saturday morning. I wanted it and the thought of it was driving me wild with animalistic sexual excitement.
Travelling on the bus across London that morning it had all got too much for me. I was so incredibly turned on just thinking about it that I knew I had to relieve myself. So, I found myself sneaking up to the top deck of the bus to find myself a nice quiet corner. I was lucky enough to find a seat, well away from the few other people sitting on the top deck. Although other people were coming and going, I had just enough privacy to secretly masturbate and relieve some sexual tension without being seen. I don't think anyone saw but a woman sitting three rows in front of me may well have had her suspicions.
Despite my hand relief the thoughts of our filthy games were overwhelming me with horniness once again by the time at arrived at my destination. I was going to cum a lot this weekend, there was no escaping it.
I rang the bell of number 16 once more.
She opened it, smiling her knowing smile. To look at her, she was nothing special -- mid-forties and almost painfully thin with untidy auburn hair and thick, unattractive glasses. She always seemed to wear floral patterned dresses, often quite hippish or so I thought anyway. I knew her name was Sandra but that was about it. I did not know what she did for a living or even what her second name was. I assumed she lived alone but that was only because, when we played together, there was never anyone else around in the house. But I did not need to know anything else about her. It did not matter. All that mattered was that we were filthy scat-girl playmates.
"Are you sure you're OK with me filming it this time?" asked Sandra.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Are you OK about me uploading it to porn sites though?" she asked. "Once it's out there it will be out there forever."
"I want other people to see." I said. "It's what I want most."
"Me too." She nodded. "And are you OK with me being in control?"
"Yes." I said, shivering a little with sexual excitement at the idea.
"For the whole weekend I mean." Said Sandra. "We play my game, my rules,
you do whatever I say, whenever I say, until 6pm tomorrow evening?"
"Yeah," I said. "I want this."
"I know you do, you dirty slut." Said Sandra. "And I want you. I'm going to use you as my personal toilet, all weekend. You'll have no say in what we do, you just do as I say. Are you sure you're OK with that?"
"Yes."
"Good." She smiled. "I've got a special room we can use. It's all set up. There'll be no chickening out for you once we get started. Follow me inside if you want to play."
She went in. I followed her inside.
She led me to a door that led down to her basement. We had not been down there before as we had always played either in her bath or her shower in the bathroom upstairs. This was going to be different. This was going to be special.
"I have had a new playroom built." Said Sandra. "This will be the first time I've had the chance to play with another girl in there. I hope you like it."
At first glance the basement seemed quite small but I noticed that on one wall there was a door to another basement room, beside which there was a small table.
"The playroom is in there." she said. "You take your clothes off and leave them on the table outside."
I stripped naked, whilst she remained fully clothed.
She watched smiling to herself as I became naked and vulnerable before her. Once I was standing there fully naked she took a key from a hook on the wall and opened the door.
Inside was a moderate sized plain room. The walls and ceiling were concrete and the floor was tiled very much like a shower but over a
much larger area. The only light was single, fairly bright, light bulb that lacked any kind of lampshade. In the centre of the room was a small drain covered by a grill and on the wall and hose pipe and water tap for cleaning away the sluice that would no doubt result from the dirty games that would be played here. On the wall was a radiator to allow naked girls to play scat games together in there for hours without getting cold.
In two corners cameras were set up ready to film my depravity for the world to see. But the most important thing in the room was pretty much in the centre, just to one side of the sluice drain. It was a plastic chair, the seat of which had been removed and replaced with a toilet seat. Underneath a transparent plastic funnel had been fitted to channel any shit and piss down to a single narrow exit. But under that exit was a cage-like contraction designed to hold in place a human head. If a girl's head was clamped inside it, it was clear that her mouth would be ideally positioned to receive any piss and shit that the user of the toilet chose to deposit. I knew that I was going to be the girl whose head was destined to be firmly restrained in that cage. The thought of that made me wet.
There was also another door in the room that led into a second side room. Sandra gestured to it "I even had a shower put in there for clean up afterwards."
Then she went over to switch on each camera and check the focus.
Then she beckoned for me to come and lie under the seat. I lay down and worked my head into the cage, my mouth positioned just below the bottom of the filth funnel. Sandra knelt down and began to strap and clamp my head in place. With adjustable nobs she slowly raised the position of my clamped head until the bottom of the funnel pressed against my mouth.
"Try and move your head away." She said.
I tried but the cage and the clamps prevented me from moving my head, even a centimetre in any direction.
"Good." She said. "Now try to get the bottom of the funnel away from your mouth."
I tried and could not.
She laughed. Then she left the room briefly and left me there, alone, naked and with my head firmly clamped into the toilet.
When she returned, she was wearing a carnival mask of some kind that would prevent her from being identified. Although I couldn't turn my head, I could see she had my driving license from my bag. She went over to one of the camera's and displayed it clearly, leaving it up to make sure there would be enough time from anyone viewing the video to clearly see it. Clearly, she planned for her identity to remain strictly secret but for mine to be fully exposed.
This wasn't something we'd discussed, I felt a rush of panic, I would be clearly identified! But I also felt an intense sexual thrill at the thought of it too. I could only ever be identified by people who watched scat porn after all -- and there would be very few people who would be willing to admit that in order to expose me.
In the meantime Sandra spoke to the camera. "This girl's name is Emma James and she is a lesbian who wants to be used by another woman as a human toilet. You can read her address on her license here..."
She pointed to the part of the license where my address appeared and held it up to the camera for a full three or four minutes.
Eventually she took the card away and left the room to return it to my bag.
When she returned, she was naked aside from a black lace bra and panties and, of course, her mask. She stalked over to the toilet seat
and smiled at one of the cameras as she slowly pulled down her panties
before lowering herself onto the seat.
"Open wide Emma." she said.
She wiggled her bum a little to get herself in position and soon I could hear the spray of her piss against the side of the bowl above. I clamped my lips around the bottom of the funnel to ensure the piss entered my mouth.
Sure enough the funnel did its job and in no time at all I could sense the acrid taste of urine entering my mouth. I gulped down as much as I could but my mouth was filling up faster than I could swallow. I spluttered a little and piss splashed out of the corners of my mouth and down my cheeks and chin. Some even went up my nose, leaving behind it a pungent piss stink in my nostrils.
"Drink it all!" encouraged Sandra. "Gulp it all down! Drink my piss Emma James!"
I gulped, then paused to breathe through my nose, the gulped again, until slowly but surely most of her piss was glugged down inside of me.
It felt good to be her toilet. I lowered my hand to play with my pussy as I savoured the thought.
Then I heard the tell-tell flop that let me know that a shit had slopped down onto the side of the funnel was, even now, sliding down towards my mouth. I could just about see it through the transparent plastic, leaving a brown slug trail behind it as is slipped down towards me. I opened my mouth eagerly to catch it, very much aware that one of the cameras had been perfectly placed to film the event.
Sure enough the large squelchy shit slipped down through the end of the funnel and into my open mouth. I immediately began to suck on it as I played with myself. The taste was mildly foul but it felt really great and I was getting really wet with the pleasure of becoming a toilet. The shit was so large that even though I sucked a lot of it into my mouth, it had still not fully emerged from the funnel. I began to chew and swallow some, to allow more of it to find its way down into my toilet mouth. The shit blended with my saliva as I sucked and greedily chewed, and a watery brown slurry dribbled from both sides of my mouth.
The stench of the shit was almost overpowering. Luckily, I had been playing with shit long enough to be used to it by now, otherwise I would likely have vomited. Some of the shit squidged out from the bottom of the funnel to ooze out onto my chin, cheeks and even to force its foul-smelling way into my nostrils.
I was squirming a lot with the sexual pleasure of what was being done to me. This felt so incredibly good!
I heard another couple for flopping splats as a couple more shits were squeezed out into the bowl above. They slimed their way down into the funnel and I could feel the pressure over them pressing down from above onto the shit I was eating.
"You love being a little shit-eater don't you, Emma James?" She taunted. "Eat it all up, little shit-eater!"
She laughed.
"So disgusting." She taunted as I slurped and gulped down more filthy shit.
The shit was beginning to cover my nostrils, making it hard for me to breath at times, so I blew through my nostrils forcefully to clear a path. Inhaling again through my nose as I chewed on my filthy feast, I savoured the vile tang of stinking shit.
All I could do was eat more shit and masturbate. I knew now that this was now my only purpose.
Sandra, stood up from her toilet. The room was now in silence save for the slurping, gulping sound of me eating shit and the occasional whimper
of sexual pleasure as I edged close to orgasm.
She walked over to stand over my squirming, masturbating body and then knelt over me. Reaching her hand down to her arse she wiped up as much of the shit as she could from her crack with her fingers and then reached forward to start smearing it upon my breasts.
"There." She said softly. "Does that feel good, shit-eater? Having your breasts covered in shit whilst you eat that filthy shit?"
I gave a contented moan of agreement as I munched more shit and pleasured
myself. I could feel the soft texture of shit being smeared on my boobs as I chewed. She continued to dig more excrement from her anus to paint on my naked body.
I was now smeared in shit as well as chewing on it. Sandra knelt up over me in a dominant position, smiling with pride. She reached down w ith her clean hand and began to masturbate whilst she continued to smear my naked body with shit from her arse with the other hand.
I had now consumed the first log. I was feeling a little sick and wondered if I might vomit. The second log was softer and more oozing than the first. Its more liquid consistency allowed me to slurp at it more, almost drinking it down. I swallowed down several large filthy mouthfuls and the pleasure of it was so intense that my entire body tensed up with a massive orgasm. I allowed myself to whimper with pleasure as I came.
"Eating shit makes Emma James cum." Observed Sandra. "That's it. Yes. Yes. That's right Emma. Let it make you cum. That's it. Cum Emma. What a happy little shit-eater you are!"
Sandra's teasing words just made me cum harder as I greedily munched on shit. As my orgasm subsided I felt fairly contented, the foul stench in which I was now wallowing was constantly reminding me of how filthy and vile I was. It felt really good.
"That's so hot." Whispered Sandra and I was pretty sure that she too was experiencing an orgasm.
At last Sandra laughed and stood up "I'm going to get myself cleaned up now." She said. "I'll leave you here to wallow in filth and eat shit
on your own for a while, you pretty little wretch."
As Sandra left me alone and went into the shower room, I was aware it was just me and the cameras. I continued to slurp on my shit lunch and
as the stench of shit continued to tantalise my nostrils I started masturbating again.
It probably took me the best part of another fifteen minutes and two more orgasms before I had finally eaten all the shit. I was feeling quite sick now -- a feeling that had just given me a third powerful orgasm. With no log left to chew on, I licked the shirt slurry from around my lips and slurped it down. All the while I breathed in hard through my nose to savour the stench. I had eaten all of Sandra's shit and now felt really proud of myself, especially as I knew what I'd done had been recorded on camera for all the world to see.
At that point Sandra existed the shower and went through the playroom and out the other door to get her clothes. When she returned she was now wearing her dress again. She walked in and careful inspected my filthy condition.
"Oh," she said, "It seems you have eaten it all. Well, in that case I think we can switch off the cameras for now then can't we."
She went over to the cameras and switched them off before walking back over in the direction of the door.
"Are you going to unclamp my head now?" I asked, well aware it would be really difficult to do on my own.
"No." said Sandra. "And don't think about trying to get out of it. You'll find it locked in place. I'll need to get a key to release you. But there is no need for that today. You can remain as my toilet for the rest of the weekend. I will use you again whenever I want a piss or a shit. I think you'll enjoy just lying there, wallowing in filth all weekend."
I felt an intense thrill as she said those words.
"Will you feed me?" I asked.
"Of course. You will have all the piss and shit you could possibly need." Said Sandra. "That will be more than sufficient to provide you with your nourishment for the weekend."
"And what if I need the toilet?" I asked.
"Just soil yourself and enjoy wriggling about in it." Came the reply, sending a sexual thrill rippling through my body. "Feel free to masturbate as much as you like."
She walked over to the door and switched off the light. "No need to have the light on if there's no one in here except for the toilet is there."
She closed the door and left me alone in the dark, naked, revelling in shit and piss, waiting for the next time when she needed to use me.
The shit I had eaten began to sit heavily and a little uncomfortably on my stomach and the foul smell of shit tormented my nostrils.
Thrilled by the sensations, I started to masturbate again.