The scat girl store was a secret place where debauched individuals like me went to indulge in their darkest desires. Tonight, my best friend and I had decided to treat ourselves to a private show featuring a couple who were not only into dirty lesbian sex but also shared a love for consuming each other's waste products. We had seen videos of them on the internet, and we just had to witness it in person.
We arrived at the dimly lit warehouse, our hearts pounding with anticipation. As we paid the hefty entry fee, the bouncer instructed us to find a seat near the back. The stage was set up with two massive black cubes, one in front of the other separated by a gap. On either side of the stage were plush leather couches for the guests. Our eyes darted around the room, taking in the perverse scene; there were a few individuals who seemed to be familiar with the dark arts, their faces twisted into expressions of wanton lust.
The lights slowly dimmed, and a slow, eerie music started playing. The crowd hushed immediately, their collective breath audible in the oppressive silence. The door to the room in front creaked open, revealing a young woman with dark hair, her body hidden beneath a filthy latex catsuit. She strutted confidently onto the stage, her hips swaying rhythmically to the music. Her smile was predatory as she gazed directly into the camera, daring anyone to judge her.
Without warning, she climbed onto the first cube and lowered herself into a crouch, revealing a glimpse of her partner, who was lying between the two cubes, her head visible on the other side. The woman on the stage leaned forward and began to lick her partner's anus, her tongue dancing over the tight pink ring. The smell of excrement wafted through the room, making my stomach churn and my heart race with excitement. The woman on the stage seemed unaffected, her devotion to her partner evident in the look of adoration on her face.
My best friend squeezed my hand reassuringly as we watched the woman lick every inch of her partner's body, her tongue leaving a trail of slime and shit behind. She worked her way up to the woman's pussy, which was glistening with sweat and god knows what else. The two moaned in unison as she slowly lowered her tongue into her partner's soiled depths. The sounds echoed off the walls, creating a cacophony of lust and filth.
Finally, the woman stood up, her dirty hands gripping the edge of the cube. She waited patiently as her partner squirmed, her long dark hair covering her face in a veil of shame. With a wicked grin, she leaned down and presented her ass to the audience. Her partner's bony fingers gripped my heart as she began to consume her own feces, savoring every bite like it was the most exquisite of delicacies.
My stomach flipped at the sight of her, but I couldn't look away. Her tongue flicked over her anus, lapping up every last drop of her own waste. She licked her lips, closing her eyes in ecstasy before lowering herself onto the second cube. The second woman moved into position, her mouth watering as she waited for the first woman to finish her meal. When she did, she lifted her legs onto the second cube, allowing the second woman to position herself between her legs.
As the second woman began to eat, my eyes fixated on the first woman's face. She looked ethereal, her eyes closed in blissful satisfaction. A tear trickled down her cheek as she moaned, her body shuddering with each bite. I watched, mesmerized, unable to comprehend the level of love and acceptance they shared. The entire scene was surreal; it felt like we were intruding on something sacred.
Suddenly, the woman on the stage let out a loud moan, signaling that she was done. She stood up, her body glistening with sweat and shit, and turned to face the crowd. She held out a hand towards us, beckoning us closer. My friend and I exchanged a nervous glance before reluctantly getting up from our seats. She led us onto the stage, her fingers trailing through the waste coating our skin like silk.
She knelt before us, her eyes boring into our souls. Without warning, she grabbed our heads, forcing us to lock eyes. "Eat," she commanded, her voice husky with desire. My heart pounded in my chest as I hesitantly lowered my mouth to hers. The taste was intense, like nothing I had ever experienced before. There was a bittersweet tang of ecstasy and excrement mixing together on my tongue.
Before I could register what was happening, she pushed us towards the waiting cube. My best friend climbed onto it without hesitation, presenting herself to me. I took a deep breath and followed suit, offering up my ass to her. With gentle fingers, she spread my cheeks and pressed her lips against my anus, reigniting the flames of desire within me. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the tight ring, making my toes curl with pleasure.
Our orgasms were simultaneous, and we collapsed onto each other, panting heavily. The crowd cheered and clapped, their approval fuelling our passion. We turned to the woman on stage, who smiled triumphantly. Without warning, she produced a loaded diaper from behind the cubes and held it up to the camera. "This is for you," she said with a wicked grin, before pushing us off the stage and onto the waiting diaper.
The final surprise was unexpected and exhilarating, leaving us both dazed and satisfied as we left the scat girl store, our hearts and minds forever changed.
