It was an unexpected surprise to see my old neighbor when I opened the door. We hadn't spoken in years, but there she was, standing at my doorstep with a big smile on her face. I didn't know what to think. She was always a bit eccentric, but this was something else entirely.
As we caught up on old times, I noticed she was acting a bit odd. She kept licking her lips and making uncharacteristic noises. Then, suddenly, she blurted out, "Hey, do you mind if I use your bathroom?" Her eyes darted towards the hallway leading to my bathroom.
I was taken aback by her request but, being the polite host that I am, I didn't see what the harm could be. After all, she was family friends, or at least she used to be.
As she walked down the hallway towards my bathroom, my curiosity got the better of me. I decided to follow her at a discreet distance, wondering what she could be up to.
When I peeked into the bathroom, I couldn't believe my eyes. There she was, standing over my toilet, her pants around her ankles, and her bare ass aimed at the bowl. In her other hand was a small mirror, and she was watching herself take a humongous shit into the toilet! She didn't notice me standing there, so engrossed was she in her perverted act.
In that moment, everything made sense. I remembered seeing her at scat parties in the city, and hearing tales of her fondness for unusual sexual behaviors. My mind raced with thoughts of what she could possibly want to do next, but I didn't have long to wait.
She finished her business, flushed the toilet, and emerged from the bathroom, still in her skimpy leather outfit. She looked at me with a smug grin, daring me to say anything. Before I could even register what was happening, she grabbed my head and shoved it down towards the toilet bowl.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" she purred. "Don't you like what you saw? Or are you worried about getting dirty?" She pushed my face closer to the recently used toilet seat, her hot breath and the stench of shit filling my nostrils.
I tried to pull away, but she had a firm grip on me. I felt the cool metal of the toilet seat against my neck, and I knew she was ready to force me into doing something that was beyond my wildest imaginations.
"Come on, darling," she said seductively, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Take a big whiff of this. Isn't it intoxicating?" She leaned closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "And isn't it time you joined the fun?"
I couldn't believe what was happening. I had always thought of Lady Joice as a harmless eccentric, but now I saw that there was something darker, more twisted lurking beneath her composed facade.
As she pushed my head closer to the toilet bowl, I closed my eyes, unable to fight any longer. The scent of her shit was overpowering, and I could feel it seeping into my pores, invading my senses.
And then, as suddenly as it had started, it happened. She pushed my head down onto the toilet seat, and I felt her warm, soft feces coating my lips and tongue. She held me there for what felt like an eternity, her fingers tangled in my hair as she let me taste every last bit of her shit.
When she finally pulled away, I lay there, panting, my mouth filled with the taste of her feces. I looked up at her, expecting to see triumph in her eyes, but instead I saw something else. Compassion? Embarrassment? Or was it something more sinister?
I didn't have time to ponder the question as she began to undo her pants once again. This time, she wasn't going to stop until I did what she wanted.
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