Part 2: His eyes widened as he saw the first of the scat-girls walking towards him. She was strikingly beautiful, with long, luscious legs and a curvaceous figure that seemed to whisper naughty secrets. Her face was perfectly made up, and her lips were painted an alluring shade of red. But it was her intent that caught his attention most: she was clearly about to relieve herself in his open mouth.
Without hesitation, she dropped her lacy panties to the floor and slowly lowered her perfect derriere towards his face. Her asshole was still slightly puckered from her last defecation, and he could smell the faintly acrid aroma of shit wafting up towards him. His cock hardened instantly at the thought of tasting her shit, but he forced himself to be patient.
She teasingly dangled her ass just above his face for a moment before finally releasing a hot, steaming log of feces onto his tongue. It was much bigger than he had expected, and it filled his mouth quickly, spilling out over his bottom lip and down his chin. She chuckled softly and sat down on his face, grinding herweight into his cheeks and pushing the pile of shit deeper into his throat.
As she sat there, enjoying the sensation of her full bowels pressed against his face, he struggled to breathe. But he didn't mind; the feeling of her warm, supple ass against his skin was exquisite. After what felt like an eternity, she finally stood up and stepped aside, allowing the next girl to take her place.
The second scat-girl was even more stunning than the first, with curly blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through him. She didn't waste any time, either; she immediately lowered herself onto his face and gave him another massive load of shit. This one was surprisingly sweet-smelling, like freshly baked cookies, but it was still hot and thick in his mouth.
By the time the third girl sat down on his face, he was starting to feel lightheaded from the lack of air. But he didn't dare complain; she had the biggest asshole of them all, and it produced an overflowing pile of shit that completely covered his face. It was messy and sticky, but he didn't mind at all – in fact, he was starting to enjoy the sensation.
As the day wore on, he lost track of how many scat-girls had used him as their personal toilet. Each one was more beautiful than the last, and each one produced a deliciously nauseating pile of shit for him to savor. By the time the sun began to set and the final girl stepped forward, he was exhausted but filled with an unshakeable sense of satisfaction.
She was petite and delicate, with porcelain-white skin and a graceful presence that belied the obscenity she was about to commit. She lowered herself slowly onto his face, her perfect little asshole puckering slightly as it pressed against his lips. When she released her load, it was the smallest yet most potent pile of shit he had tasted all day.
As the last drops of urine trickled out of his cock, he closed his eyes and let out a deep, contented sigh. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he knew he never would again. But for this one brief moment, he was the king of the world, basking in the glory of his own depravity.
