I was a man with a unique appetite. I loved the taste of dirty assholes, farts, and shit. It was my ultimate sexual fantasy to eat off the ass of a beautiful woman. It wasn't just the taste that turned me on; it was the entire experience. The anticipation of her pushing out those gassy, unfiltered delicacies from deep within her asshole onto my tongue was exhilarating. The smell of her farts and the way they filled the air around us only added to the intensity of the moment. Every girl I've ever been with was too reserved or disgusted by their own bodies to ever consider allowing this taboo act. That's why I turned to SCATHUNTER - a website dedicated to connecting people with women willing to fulfill their most extreme sexual desires.
One day, I finally received the email from my dream girl. Her name was Amelia, and she was gorgeous. Her profile picture showed a stunning brunette with perfect curves, wearing nothing but high heels and a smile that promised to satisfy my every craving. I couldn't believe my luck. I immediately arranged for her to come over to my place under the guise of trying a new restaurant. As soon as she stepped through the door, my heart raced with anticipation. She was even more stunning in person than her photos suggested. Her tight dress clung to every curve, accentuating her assets perfectly. Without wasting any time, I led her to the dining room table that had been set up with a extravagant meal spread out before us.
"Please have a seat, Amelia," I said, gesturing towards the chair. She gracefully sat down and looked at the array of food before her. Little did she know, she was about to be the main course. I circled around behind her, my heart pounding in my chest. "Would you mind doing something for me?" I asked softly, my voice betraying my excitement. She turned her head slightly, curious but unaware of what was about to happen.
"Sure," she replied hesitantly.
Without further ado, I slipped off her high heels and started running my tongue up the inside of her leg, around her pussy, and finally to her asshole, which was still covered by her lace panties. Amelia gasped at the sensation. "Close your eyes," I whispered into her ear as I licked my way down to her dirty, smelly hole. She did as I said, and I slowly parted her cheeks and pushed my tongue inside her asshole, tasting her sweet musk and farts mixed together. She moaned softly, her body shuddering with pleasure.
I didn't want to rush this moment, so I took my time savoring her flavors. I licked her hole clean, making sure to pay special attention to every nook and cranny. As I licked, I felt a warm rush of air hitting my face - she was about to fart! I pushed my face further into her crack and inhaled deeply, sucking in the scent of her gas as it filled the space between us. It tasted divine. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she let out an enormous fart that shook her whole body. I pushed my tongue against her sphincter, letting her gas fill my mouth like fine wine. The taste was unlike anything else I'd ever experienced.
I paused for a moment to breathe, allowing her some relief before moving back to the table. She looked at me with a mix of surprise and satisfaction, her cheeks flushed from the experience. "That was incredible. I've never had anyone want to eat me out so badly before."
I smiled and patted her leg, trying to hide my excitement as I pulled out a chair for her to sit down. "Thank you, Amelia. You have no idea how much I appreciate this."
She sat down, still staring at the spread before us. "What about the food?" She asked nervously.
"Patience, my dear," I replied with a wink. I picked up a glass of sparkling water and motioned for her to take a sip. She did so cautiously, wondering what was happening. As soon as she finished, I whispered into her ear, "I want you to drink your piss like it's fine champagne." Her eyes went wide with shock, but she hesitated. "It's okay, I promise it's worth it. Trust me."
Her body trembled as she reluctantly unzipped her dress and pulled down her panties. She turned to face away from me, her perfect ass facing the crowd, and began to pee onto the table. The sound of liquid hitting wood filled the room as I watched her golden nectar drip onto the plates of food before us. My heart raced as she finished, and I grabbed a spoon to sample some. The salty tang of her piss mixed perfectly with the other flavors on the plates.
"Delicious," I said, licking my lips. She turned to look at me, surprised at my reaction. "Now, let's enjoy the rest of the meal together."
We sat there for hours, going through several courses of finger food and appetizers, all while she offered up her most intimate treasures to me. Each time she farted or peed or shit onto the table, I was in heaven. And every time she tasted me back, her tongue exploring my mouth and tasting my saliva mixed with her own filth, the feeling was indescribable. We even shared a course of dessert – a chocolate fondue with flakes of her shit floating on top. It was a meal like no other.
Finally, as the night was coming to a close, Amelia leaned over to whisper in my ear. "I never thought anyone would want to eat off my ass this much. It feels so wrong, but so right." I leaned in to nuzzle her hair, "That's the beauty of the forbidden, Amelia. It's addicting."
