ScatqueensBerlin - My Old Neighbor is a Scat Eater - Scat Part1

My old neighbor Lady Joice used to live right across the street from me before she moved out of town. We had always been close, sharing secrets and stories over the fence as our children played together. But one afternoon, while I was watering my flowers, I received a shock when I saw her walk back into my life. Dressed in white pants and a floral top, she looked as stunning as ever, carrying a small bag with her. Her eyes had caught the sight of me, and she waved cheerfully, sauntering over to my garden gate.

I hurried to welcome her back, hugging her tightly. As we caught up on old times, I noticed her eye kept wandering towards my house as if something had caught her attention. "What's going on?" I asked curiously. She blushed slightly, shyly admitting that she had noticed my old toilet slave wandering around my yard earlier that day. She was here to see if I would part with him for the afternoon.

Stunned, I asked for clarification. "You want my...?" I trailed off, not daring to finish that thought. "Toilet slave? Yes, of course!" She interjected quickly, laughing gently. "You know how much I love your scat babies! And I'd love for our old friend to taste real ones again."

Feeling both exhilarated and nervous about the whole situation, I led Lady Joice inside my home and to the bathroom where the toilet slave was waiting anxiously. As I unlocked the door, an excited whimper escaped his lips as he saw Lady Joice standing there. Leading him to the toilet, I could sense the anticipation filling the air as Lady Joice helped him kneel down with his head over the bowl.

She began by stroking his hair gently before softly whispering to him, calling him by the filthy name she had given him during their previous encounters - "My shitty little toilet boy". Taking hold of her panties, she slowly lowered them down, revealing her glistening ring of anus stretched wide. Directing his head towards it, she held his gaze for a moment before releasing her ass lip around the small dick probing it tentatively. Her tight sphincter clenched around it once before relaxing, allowing him entry.

As she adjusted him inside her, she began to talk dirty, moaning softly as he began to thrust slowly inside her ass. "Oh fuck yeah," she grunted, "You remember your job, don't you? You're here to taste my shit, aren't you?" She paused for a moment, pushing him in further as he moaned in pleasure. "That's it," she breathed, "Take it all in. Drink my piss too. Show me how much you've missed it." Her words washing over him like a tide as he began to service her completely.

The two of them became entwined in a dirty, passionate dance; the toilet slave, taking her filth willingly while also receiving pleasure from it. They were lost in each other, oblivious to the world around them. After a while, Lady Joice leaned back against the rim of the toilet, shuddering as an orgasm rippled through her. "Ahhhh!," she cried out, "Fuck! Take it all." And with that, she began to release a hot, steaming load of diarrhea into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it all down with a moan of his own.

As the last drops of her garbage filled his mouth, one final smear of shit was left exposed on her anus. She opened her eyes to find the toilet slave staring up at her, a mix of both satisfaction and desire in his eyes. Smirking, she placed her open palm over his face, shoving him back down into the toilet. "Beg for more, you dirty toilet," she chuckled darkly before releasing another hot stream of piss into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it all down once again. He groaned in pleasure as she continued to fill him with her waste, washing away any remaining traces of their previous connection to reality.

Finally sated, Lady Joice stood up and flushed the toilet, watching with satisfaction as the waste swirled around, finally disappearing down the drain. She wiped her hands clean on a towel, turning to face the bewildered man kneeling in front of her. "Thank you," she said simply, reaching down to pat him on the head before sauntering out of the room, leaving him behind to contemplate their twisted encounter.

As I closed the door behind her, I couldn't help but feel both appalled and aroused by what I had just witnessed. I remembered how much I used to enjoy playing with them, how much we had all enjoyed these dirty games. And yet, a part of me couldn't help but feel dirty and ashamed for indulging in such filth. But then again, the dirty little thrill that ran down my spine reminded me that maybe, just maybe, I had some dirty bones in me after all.

With a soft moan, I slowly lowered my underwear before squatting over the toilet, feeling the cool wind blowing across my slightly damp pussy. The thought of inviting someone else to taste my filth was strangely arousing. I saw myself in Lady Joice; we both loved dirty games, loved pushing our boundaries further and further. And maybe, just maybe, I could find someone else who would happily play along with my twisted fantasies. There was only one way to find out.

With a final push, I let out a long, slow stream of piss into the bowl below me. As the warm, stale air washed over my naked body, I felt a momentary pang of shame mixed with intense excitement. Maybe one day, I would gather the courage to invite someone else to taste my filth too. Until then, I would keep living my dirty little dreams alone, knowing that I was not alone in this twisted world of scat and toilet slavery.