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When she contacted me via here, she explained that she’d read my story and it had turned her on. My shameful story. The one about my desire to act as human toilet paper.

In the exchange of emails that followed, Sarah told me she thought she wasn’t anything special, just an ordinary lady of a certain age, a divorcee who worked in the City and right this minute was single and fancy free.

What I’d written in a moment of sexual frustration and madness and posted on here had left her feeling, well… more than a little moist, she’d masturbated to a powerful orgasm right after reading it.

I couldn’t believe it when this angel who’d unexpectedly appeared from nowhere also told me that she had long recognised, but supressed erotic and taboo thoughts about her poo. She had never dared shared them with her vanilla husband. The fantasies had included the idea of a submissive middle-aged guy like me cleaning her up after she’d taken a dump.

In my original story, I’d revealed my submissive side. I’d been introduced to watersports by a former partner who loved to role-play the dominatrix and for me, when she pissed directly into my mouth and I drank her warm and golden champagne, I had found myself in heaven. Hers was also the first female asshole I’d ever licked and although I had never said so at the time, sometimes it wasn’t as clean as it might have been.

As I’d explained to Sarah in my emails, it was a fact that had only heightened my dark desire to go a stage further. I wanted to explore a genuinely messy asshole with my tongue. That relationship eventually came to an end, but the seed had been sown and I’d found myself seeking out scat videos on the internet and was surprised to discover there were thousands of them and I’d scattered my seed many a time watching some of them!

Not to put too fine a point on the matter, whenever I watched a video of a woman having a poo I got the hardest erections I’d ever had. And when I watched a guy licking the asshole of partner after she’d done her business, I found myself craving to do the same. To my mind and not discounting any other kind of sexual activity, it would be the ultimate act of devotion to a woman, but although it was wonderful to wank myself silly watching others doing it, porn ultimately left me frustrated because I wanted reality not fantasy.

Sarah patiently read and responded to my ramblings about being a piece of human toilet paper, feeding my desires still further with some desires of her own. She explained that for her the idea of having a guy perform as her toilet paper was all about power and that was what aroused her.

Then after about a week of rapid email exchange, she revealed she lived in London, just a few miles from my home. Was I interested in meeting up for a drink and a chat?

Woa! Was I just!

The following Friday night we met in a bar and after I got the drinks slid into a booth in a quiet corner. Her photo had revealed a 40 something lady who knew how to dress to best show off her assets. I wasn’t disappointed when we met. She wore a flowing skirt, a blouse and heels with quality hosiery.

Although Sarah came across as a supremely confident lady, she later admitted she was as scared as me about arranging this meeting. However, for an hour or so we didn’t have any trouble talking about a wide variety of subjects, anything in fact than the subject that had brought us together in the first place.

After another drink and with a reassuring smile she made her excuses and went to the ladies toilet. I clasped my drink in both hands and anxiously wondered where this was going. I’d tried not to come across as a nerd or pervert, but with the prospect of perhaps licking this wonderful woman’s bottom clean (which I’d observed with great interest as she’d walked towards the toilets), I was convinced had jumbled up every word I’d uttered and appeared a complete numpty. But hey, she hadn’t walked out on me yet. I tried to relax and calm down. The calmness didn’t last long.

When she returned and sat down, Sarah reached down into her big handbag and produced a plastic water bottle. A sly smile spread across her lips as she handed it to me. I looked at it curiously then suddenly realised what was within. It hadn’t come from a mountain spring. The pale yellow colour told me it had come from her.

‘You looked like you needed a fresh top up to drink,’ she said. ‘So I bought something back with me to quench your thirst, go on, have sip right here – I dare you!’ she added with a playful laugh and gave a purposeful look directly into my eyes.

I glanced around the busy bar, nobody was taking any notice of us. Keeping eye contact, I slowly unscrewed the bottle top and brought it to my lips. I took a long swig of her fresh and warm pee. This was madness, drinking a strange woman’s piss in public, but I couldn’t supress my erection or the schoolboy reddening of my cheeks as I did it. She watched with an amused grin as I finished every last drop. I looked around the bar again, what would people think if they knew that I had just drunk a bottle of piss?

‘Was that good?’ she asked.

‘It was wonderful,’ I confessed. Her pee had been sweet in taste and simply delicious.

‘You spilt some on your chin,’ she said rummaging in her bag before producing some tissue paper. I rubbed my chin, but it was dry. ‘Here let me’ she said unfolding the tissue paper. As she brought to my face I saw it was lightly smeared with shit. Her shit. She didn’t wipe my chin, instead she pushed it into my nose. ‘Think you might like the taste of that?’

With the scent of her poo intoxicating my nasal passages and my heart racing, I nodded a silent reply.

‘Good, because there’s a lot more where that came from, I’ve been dying to take a dump all day!’

With that thought in both of our minds, we left the bar and together walked the short distance to her apartment.

As we’d come through the door of her home, we’d shared a kiss, Sarah had put on some music and then poured us both a drink. We sat together on the sofa and forgot about the drinks, kissing and exploring each other with our hands, anticipation of what might follow increasing our mutual arousal.

Finally she pushed me away.

‘Are you sure you want this?’ she asked.

‘Definitely,’ I replied sheepishly, blushing yet again. It was clear who was controlling this moment. The confident woman not me, the gibbering idiot.

‘Then I want you to strip naked and kneel before me.’

I did as I had been asked. It was nerve racking stripping off under the watchful and amused gaze of my new friend, suddenly I felt very vulnerable, but I guessed that was the idea. Naked as the day etc., I knelt down before her, already hard.

Sarah got up from the sofa and moved to an armchair, sat down and slowly raised her skirt to reveal her thighs, and to my delight, stocking tops and suspenders. She arched her body so she could pull down her white lacy panties. She slid them half way down her thighs and parted her legs so the material was drawn taught. I could see the gusset was smeared with brown marks.

‘Sniff my panties,’ she murmured. ‘Show me how much you want to be my toilet paper, sniff my shit marks.’

I willingly brought my nose to the material and inhaled her scents of her moistness and shit mingling in a heady cocktail that guaranteed pleasure and a desire for more, much more.

After a few minutes of my reverent sniffing while she lightly toyed her pussy with her fingers, she slipped her panties off and laid back on the sofa before placing her legs up and over the arms of the chair to fully reveal her pussy. It glistened with her cum.

‘Kiss me there,’ she said, pointing to her thighs. I placed butterfly kisses one after another as I slowly worked in an upward direction on both of her inner thighs.

Eventually she said, ‘Come, I want you to lick my pussy.’

I edged forward and gently ran my tongue the length of her labia. She shivered. I probed more deeply before she grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me fully against her. I buried my face in the moist haven, my tongue and nose revelling in taste the special smells and juices of in her vagina until she eventually shuddered with a powerful orgasm.

I was worried that now she had sated her desire she’d forget all about mine. As I’d licked her pussy, I’d let my tongue slide down a little to her anus and discovered little pieces of dried shit there. I wanted to lick her asshole clean more than anything else in the world, but had held back for fear of cumming too soon myself. But I needn’t have feared. Sarah rose up from the armchair with a big smile and went to the sofa where she kneeled with her back to me and her legs spread so her ass was presented haughtily and magnificently for my attention.

Without encouragement from her, I went forward and smothered her little brown rosette with adoring kisses. She sighed.

‘Sniff my asshole.’

I did as I’d been told, inhaling the smell as deep and and as hard as I could to show my subservience.

Eventually, she said huskily, ‘Look beside the sofa, there’s a glass dish there, I want you to hold it up and catch my poo.’

I found the dish, knelt back down and held it up. Leaning forward so her head rested on the rear of the sofa, she parted her cheeks with both of her hands so I could clearly see her anus. She winked it at me several times and farted. Then I saw her body go taught as she pushed.

I watched in silent awe as a firm brown turd peeked from her anus, then disappeared again. Another push and it came out further. She relaxed for a moment, letting me savour the sight, then slowly pushed a bit more. Two inches of poo. Three, four. More as she eased it from the depths of her rectum. It pointed at me like an accusatory finger.

‘You’re a very dirty boy,’ she said quietly, but firmly. ‘Show me some respect. Kiss my shit!’

Heart racing like it had never done before, putting down the glass dish I brought my lips to the hard, half exposed turd and reverently kissed it.

‘Lick it!’

I gently slid my tongue along its length, the gammy slightly bitter taste arousing me to even greater highs. Then fingering herself with her right hand she pushed again and without warning what had been a proud and fat erection made of shit began to wilt as it left her bum. I quickly reached for the dish and just managed to catch her magnificent turd before it fell onto the floor.

She turn her head towards me. ‘Sniff it, sniff my beautiful turd…’

I held the dish to my nose and inhaled deeply. I heard her groan with pleasure.

‘Are you ready Mr Toilet Paper? Are you really ready to clean my asshole of every little bit of shit?’

‘Oh dear God, yes.’ I went to put my face between the crack of her bum.

‘Oh no, you’re not getting off that lightly’ she laughed. Pushing herself up, Sarah reached behind and stuck a manicured finger deep into the turd and smeared it with some of her shit. ‘Open your mouth!’

I did and she smeared the brown goo onto my tongue. ‘Just a little taster for what’s coming.’

Then she reached again and lifting up a large lump of shit with two fingers, smeared it in a circular motion all around her asshole.

With a laugh she said, ‘Now prove to me you’re a man worthy of the job of ass cleaner to Mistress Sarah.’

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I parted her cheeks and brought my eager tongue to the shitty mess that surrounded her asshole, greedily licking for all I was worth.

I tasted and willinging swallowed all I could clean. I worked round the outer edge where she’d deliberately smeared it to make my job more ‘fulfilling’ and then in towards the sacred place. When I pushed my tongue deep into her asshole, I heard her moaning. Snuffling down there I wanted her and I wanted her shit, all of it!

It was over all too quick. She shrieked with another orgasm that left her whole body trembling and I gave one last tug of my cock, I wanted more, but my arousal had to be released, I pulled away from her beautiful anus, stood up and ejaculated, my sperm shooting directly onto her asshole.

That day I went to heaven.

And so did Sarah.

There’s more I could tell of how our games grew in intensity. May be I’ll tell you all about them another time. But at last I’d found my perfect lover. Thanks Literotica!

This story won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but if you enjoyed reading it, please let me know. In real life I haven’t found my special lady yet, but may be now you’ve read it “Sarah”, know that I’m here and waiting for you, so drop me a line via feedback, … May be we can go for a drink sometime?