Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2006 22:54:31 +1100
From: katie slutwhore <handjobexpert@hotmail.com>
Subject: katies new job (lesbian, urination)

Usual deal: if you shouldn't read this, don't! So simple! So don't screw it
up! Ups to nifty.


So, seriously...don't read this! Lolz. Umm, yeah, It's taken me so long to
work up the courage to actually write about this one, I hope you guys don't
think I'm gross for doing it! I mean I can handle being thought of as a
great big dirty slut, hehe. But this is really out of even my league. But it
DID happen and Mistress Cassandra wants me to write about it so I better
just grit my teeth and stop being such a whinger.

Well, you've been warned. This story contains scat. As in one girl pooping
on another girl. If even just thinking about that makes you feel icky, DON'T
READ IT! PLZ!

Okay, here goes *deep breath*...




KATIE'S NEW JOB

I'd prepared. I'd done as much as I possibly could. I'd blown my monthly
download limit on what little non-japanese shit-porn (no diss, just harder
to put myself in the same context) I could find. I'd read so many stories of
varying quality about everything from celebrities to monsters to regular
people to fucking furries. I'd stuck my hand in the toilet just to get a
feel for the context. Hell I'd even actually done this before, the one time,
with Mistress Cassandra!

So why the hell was I spewing with nervousness in a train station toilet?

Well, if you're about to let a girl you've never even seen naked take a crap
on you, how would you feel?!

I guess I should introduce that girl. Her name's Kira, she's 27, and the
first time I met her I totally judged the book by it's cover and didn't like
her. She's sun bed tanned, her hair's really obviously dyed a kind of copper
colour, and she wears too much bright makeup that doesn't suit her skin.
She's like the epitome of the australian version of white trash. She dresses
really obviously slutty, very obvious about how expensive her clothes, her
jeweler, her sunglasses and bag are. When I first met her I thought 'wow,
outer eastern suburbs moves to the inner city, totally. I bet she has some
kind of leopard or tiger-print covered furniture in her house'. I also
thought 'I bet she's a total whore'.

Well I was right about that all actually. Even the whore bit. I mean I try
to be non-judgmental, but you have to figure a girl in her line of work, she
exploits her body, that's kind of whore-ish, right? I mean it's not a bad
thing by any means, but...oh, her line of work? She's a stripper. See I met
her because a local gym I go to was doing a pole dancing class. As if that
didn't sound heaps fucking fun! I signed up as soon as I saw it and the next
week walked into the spartan general aerobics room to find Kira standing
there, in a totally skanky outfit. You go to a gym expecting workout, right?
Not lace black undies with pink trim, fishnet gloves and the like. I mean
normally I'm not complaining about seeing a sexy girl like that but well it
was just so out of context, and me in my sports bra and loose gym shorts,
the whole thing just felt a bit weird. And nothing screamed 'tasteless' like
the portable pole-dancing poles she was setting up either.

But I got my stupid snobby arse proved completely wrong. Sure when she
opened her mouth to speak she was pure outer eastern suburbs. Sure she was a
bit rough and more nudge-nudge, wink-wink than a Benny Hill marathon. But I
actually really, really fucking liked Kira. From that first class. We shared
a couple of jokes and got into and let me tell you, in case you hadn't
already worked it out, those stripper girls WORK OUT. Holy fuck. We started
the first week with basic stretching and showing some simple moves, although
she got on the pole at the end and blew our minds. Over the weeks we
progressed and Kira started working us into various groups, and restructured
the classes in different groups over one night. I was in the advanced group,
because of my fitness and my flexibility. And probably because being a slut
makes dancing all sexy-like easier! I was defs the youngest in my group too,
the rest being all post 30s cougars and pumas with insanely tight gym bodies
learning something to impress their middle-management husbands. Being around
that much hot, built older woman-flesh made me want to drop to the floor,
lick their toes and beg them to form an orderly line to start pissing on me!

I think being the youngest I stood out a bit with Kira and she definitely
remembered my name right from the start.  In our different groups she
started assigning themes for every week and we had to appear in costume and
so on. Loving the chance to get dressed up that I do, I managed to
out-sexy-schoolgirl any of those soccer mums, and the only one who managed
to beat me in Paris Hilton week for sluttyness was Kira rocking a design
Paris had worn herself! Over the few weeks Kira and I just gradually got
close, from her commenting on the Pixies shirt I was wearing when I turned
up early one week, to us having a coffee after the next, and so on.

BTW those women only classes at gyms guys? They might sound sexy but really
they're not. Imagine doing aerobics with your mum. It doesn't turn into an
all-girl cunt lick-a-thon when we push you into the hall and lock the doors,
trust me. But I was pretty sure Kira knew what the v tasted like, just from
the way she talked, some one-liners she dropped, the way she touched my arm
when helping me stretch a certain way, or the way she looked at me when she
laughed over our coffee. There was a spark there, I wasn't denying it, and
only a few weeks into the course I found myself settling into a warm bath
when I got home to vigorously rub one out with her hovering in my mind.

Then something happened that fucking blew my mind: we caught up for coffee
one day during the week, Kira coming to visit me at my work. As we sat down,
she took her sunglasses off, looked me in the eye and asked me point blank:
'are you Katiewhore, who writes those stories on the internet?'.

You wouldn't believe how glad I was our coffees hadn't arrived yet so I
didn't have anything to choke on and spit all over the  table. Well, if she
was going to be frank with me, hell, I can be frank too.

'Yeah, I am, um. Why do you ask?'

Kira was the one to blush first, she almost shook her fists under her chin
in excitement, like the annoying girl in Ghostworld

'Oh wow! Really!? Shit Katie! That's so fucking hot, like you wouldn't
believe! I mean, people always think strippers are total sluts because we
get naked for a living and everything else but it's really not like that for
most of the girls, but you, you're actually living my fantasy life!'

Her response, was, to say the least, unexpected. We spent two hours in that
cafe talking about sex, sex, sex. Kira was a wild girl, no doubt. She
stripped because the money was good and she liked feeling sexy and in
charge. She also had a really positive outlook on a lot of things that
initially I didn't credit her for, and was someone that appeared more at
ease with her body and her desires than even me. All the heavy makeup and
the slutty clothes, she was aware of that, it was, as she put it, a role she
put on with her shoes in the morning. A public persona that oozed a kind of
trashy sexuality that a lot of people find more attractive than the truly
classy, hot babes.  I already had changed my opinion on her a lot, I really
liked her. But now I fucking wanted her. And the attraction was mutual. As
we walked to our cars we embraced goodbye, and she held on a bit long,
rubbing her mound against mine.

'You know, we could go to your place right now and fuck, couldn't we'

'Uh, yeah, if we wanted, if you wanted I mean, we, could, I guess, yeah,
yeah we could' I gulped. Never the smoothest when a hot woman has me in her
power.

'But we won't' she whispered, breaking the cuddle to hold me at arms length
so she could look me in the eye.

'Won't we?'

'Nope'

'Ummm, why?!'

God, she had a great laugh, that's the other thing about Kira. Normally her
over the top makeup jobs make her face seem sort of weird. But then she
smiles or laughs and her eyes light up and my legs start to melt and my
pants start to steam!

'Because Katie, that would be predictable!'

'Umm, would it?'

She laughed again 'Yes sweetie. We can have much more fun if we drag this
tension out. Besides, you have to have permission from your mistress', she
looked at me coyly, biting on one of the arms of her sunglasses. Oh dear.

'Yes, but, but, um' my vagina reluctantly seceded control back to my brain,
'ah, fuck, Kira, there's no way we're going to screw until you decide it's
going to happen, is there?' I asked.

With that she hugged me again and kissed me on the lips, her tongue flicking
against my teeth for the briefest of moments, then gone again before I could
respond.

'Yes babe, I knew you were a smart girl'.

And so it went. Kira became the cool older sister I never had (I'm an only
child, can you tell? Hah!). I identify with strong women who're a little bit
older than me, like my Goddess, Cassandra, and Kira became another of my
little feminist heroine/crushes. I wanted to fuck her and I wanted to be
her. She got along well with all my other good friends. She insisted that I
crash at her place in the city when I went out on weekends and got too
wasted to get back to the suburbs without a long bus ride. She even cooked
me vegan breakfasts the next morning when I did. She continued teaching the
classes and even took us on a 'field trip' of sorts to see her dance.

It was there that I first got the idea that 'hey, I could do this too'. Most
of the girls there weren't much older than me, at that point I'd just turned
19. In fact I'd say a good three-quarters were first year uni. The hours
were compatible with study and the money was great. And either they were
great fakers or they were having fun. I got to know a few of the girls
thanks to Kira's open house policy with her flat. Most of them, well not
uber-sluts or too into the world of deviant sex that both Kira and I dip our
toes in, were confident, aware girls, and certainly not dumb bimbos or the
picture of exploitation at work. One of them, a cute brunette named Ali,
told me about how when she danced she went into her own headspace, where
everything was about her, all attention was on her, and the guys could be
creepy and gross and she wouldn't notice because she was so focused on her
own body. The thrill she described sounded like masturbation, but better.
Well, almost better.

So one morning not long after my 19th birthday I rolled over to find myself
face to face with a smiling Kira. I had a pounding fucking headache and
didn't know what the hell was going on. Oh, that's right. I'd stumbled in
here at 4am very wasted. She must've put me in her bed. Shit, did I piss it?
No, good. Shit, she slept here too. She's naked! Wait! SO AM I! Holy fuck!
Did we do it and I spaced on it?!

That dawning horror must've shown on my  space because the smile became that
wide-open-mouth laugh. 'No Katie, we didn't fuck. You passed out on the
toilet, and I put you in my bed because I was worried you'd be cold. I
figured you were half naked, and I like to sleep naked, so lets get naked!'
She giggled, a hand brushing some loose brown hair out of my face 'oh, dear,
don't look so disappointed!'. With that she was bounding away into the
kitchen, and I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes, trying to sort out
the construction work being carried out inside my skull at that moment.

The next thing that woke me was the smell of something delicious and the
sound of Kira returning. I looked up to see her, still naked, with a tray
with hot coffee and scrambled tofu on toast! What a sweetie! 'Breakfast! In
bed!'. God, I love her smile but did she have to keep laughing like that,
didn't she realise how LOUD it was?!

Coffee and food and my head on her shoulder while we watched cartoons
improved my mood greatly. At length I gathered up the courage to ask what
I'd been wanting to ask for weeks...

'Kira, ummmm, how do I like, get a job, with you, you know, at _____ (sorry
boys, not giving out that info in the story!)'

She turned and looked me in the eye, a stern expression on her face.

'Are you sure Katie?'

'Yeah, I think I'd like, like to give it a try'.

She kept staring at me, trying to appear serious but by now I could see the
smile trying to break through. It didn't take long and she shrieked (ow!)
and hugged me.

'Oh babe! I've thought since day one you'd be fucking great but I didn't
want to talk to you about it since I thought you might think it had been my
attention all along! OMG, you'd be fucking great! I'll help you and
everything!'

We spent the rest of the morning talking about it, Kira talking about her
experiences, who I should talk to at her work, things I should remember, and
stuff like that. Some of Kira's stories, particularly about working private
parties, were fucking hot. She'd been stripping for a long time and was
obviously REALLY wild in her younger years. In fact I remember thinking she
was kinda lucky not to get fired from some of her early work, I guess
satisfied customers don't complain!

The talk turned to just general sex experience talk and before long the
realisation set in that we were both naked, in bed, talking about sex. I
took the plunge first and kissed her. She seemed to take half a second
before pulling me down on top of her and kissing me back, her tongue
slipping into my mouth. The one thing I'd say characterizes Kira above all
else is 'control'. She's always in control of herself. But as her hands
roamed from my ass to the back of my head, her tongue probed my mouth and
her lips and teeth caught skin on my throat, the side of my neck, my jaw
line and my lips in her mouth, that control was obviously being thrown out.

Before long we were whimpering and our kisses were making their way lower
down each other's bodies before returning to the lips again, that wonderful
time between 'I love making out with you' and 'I want to make you cum with
my mouth', that time when it crosses the line from enjoying the person to
enjoying their body. I was almost down to nipple level when she pushed me
off her and half rolled onto her side, placing a finger on her chest to
gently stop me from coming back towards her.

I must've looked devastated because she smiled and said 'Aw babe, don't cry.
But I know some things about you and you know some things about me and I
want to make sure we're all clear from the get go, okay?'

Not to sure where this was going but eager to follow her there, I nodded.

'Okay, good, number one this isn't a relationship starting, is it?' WTF?
Where did THAT come from? Relationship?! ME?! HELL NO! Again Kira must've
been able to read that on my face because she laughed and said 'sorry, just
making sure, you know? I've broken hearts before when I wanted a fuck and it
makes me feel like shit'.

Oh yeah, I've been there. I got her now. I was just used to rooting people
who were totally down with my 'casual sex and friend-fucks only' policy.


'Number two, you fuck girls, I fuck girls, we've both got dyke-sex going on.
But we're both into more than that, you and I know it. I like it wild and
kinky and so do you, so why waste that opportunity? Are you with me?'

Oh yeah I was, she wanted it nasty. Nasty I could do.

'So if we get together for sex, let's only ever get together for
pre-arranged, kinky sex, okay? I don't mind being a booty call now and then
but I have boyfriends for that usually, with you I want us to really go wild
and live some fantasies out'.

'Okay, I think I can do that Kira, seriously, I think I can'. I couldn't
help a bit of a smug smile.

'Good, well, darling, you know...when you fell asleep last night, on my
toilet...I had to wipe you off before I put you in my bed'.

OMG! Embarrassed much? 'OH shit! I'm so sorry Kira! I...', but she laughed
and put a finger on my lips to silence me while she recovered her voice.

'No, don't worry dearheart, it's okay, the fact is, I, well...I kinda like
that sort of thing. Like not just pissing, I know you like that. But I've
been in relationships with girls and boys, particularly when I was living in
europe, where shit played a bit of a role'.

OHHH.

'Have you ever done it?'

'Well, yeah, yeah I have Kira. Mistress Cassandra took a crap on my chest
not long before she had to go overseas. Though we were both pretty high at
the time'.

'Did you like it?'

'Well...yeah, yeah I did. It didn't smell like I thought it would and it
like, it wasn't as clean and nice as the fantasies I've had about it but it
was actually like, it was hot in a way I didn't think it was, if that makes
sense?'

'Yeah, I get you, you don't get the smell and the texture on the video'.

'I didn't eat it though'

'Oh, no, I wouldn't do that. The most I've done is lick it and swallow a
tiny bit. There's too much risk to do any more than that. And you only do
that with people who are very healthy'.

'Yeah. So, are you saying you want to, like, with me?' I asked.

Kira smiled, god I wanted this girl's confidence! 'Yeah. I do. I can get you
a sweet job and blow your mind with some of the best girl sex you've ever
had. If you want to do that, you've got to let me shit on you. I know you're
a sub so if you don't feel right doing it to me, that's okay'.

It never even occurred to me what she would do if I said no. I didn't feel
blackmailed. Ever since we started talking about shit-play I knew I was
going to do it with this girl. And I think I was going to really like it.

What I didn't like was the way she then got out of bed and got dressed,
denying me yet again! 'So how's next saturday for you...?'

And so I was on saturday morning bent over a toilet bowl in the train
station, puking up last night's mee goreng. Nervous much? Yeah. But not
about the shit thing, surprisingly. I only had a sort of rushed, half-horny
excitement about that I get in my tummy every time I know I'm going to hook
up with someone later on, or even when I just buy a new porn DVD and I'm on
my way home to watch it.

No, I was so fucking nervous because later tonight I was going to be shaking
my butt to a mix of songs I'd picked out, and getting naked and people were
going to pay for it! I was going to strip! OM-fucking-G!

Well I got the train to the city to meet with Kira, about a half hour of not
being able to concentrate on anything, including my book and the game of
tetris on the phone. Kira met me at the station in the city. Slut makeup in
place but otherwise just in jeans and a tight, fitted hoodie like me. We
stopped by a juice bar so I could rinse the vomit out of my mouth and line
my stomach with something, then headed straight to her place.

Kira was completely at ease, even holding my hand on the tram to her
apartment. 'Are you nervous?' she asked.

'About what?'

'The, you know, the scat game?'

She thought I was apprehensive about that and was trying to settle me! Aww,
the dear thing! 'No! No! I'm nervous about dancing!', I started giggling
louder and louder.

Kira was laughing with me now 'Awwww, hon-neee! You'll be fine! I've seen
you dance, you're great!'

We were back at her apartment before long and my eyes were on her ass as we
climbed the stairs. The ass that'd be approaching the absolute limit of how
far I'm willing to go with my sexuality. I won't do kids, animals, or dead
people, but well, I might do scat.

She unlocked the door and stood to one side to let me past. The living room
of her spacious apartment had a couple of cheap plastic sheets down on the
floor. A mattress and some pillows, covered in an obviously much more
expensive latex or rubber type covering stood on it. I expected some kind of
reality to hit me, but it didn't. I just felt, well, the same. Horny. Kira's
hand groped my ass as I heard the door slam shut behind me. Damn. Yes, okay.
Horny it is.

'Go get changed babe'. Oh that's right. Kira had seen the photos that a lot
of you guys who read these stories have seen of me. She wanted me wearing
the maid costume. I took my bag into her room and got into it, then walked
out. Kira had obviously stashed her costume in the living room or something
because when I came out, wow, she looked amazing. She had on nothing more
than heels, those expensive sunglasses, a light blue bikini that I could
just tell by the cut was worth a couple of hundred bucks, and a garter
around her leg with a wad of monopoly money stuffed into it. My ultimate
stripper fantasy. Laid out on the couch were some jugs of water, some
restraints and some sex toys.

She crossed the room to me and kissed me, and that spark was there again,
the fire I felt all over my body. God she was such a good kisser! Biting up
my neck to my ear she murmured 'mm, last chance to back out...'.

I didn't respond, my hands just continued exploring her ass through the
g-string bottom of the bikini. I slipped a finger into her crack, trying to
find the hole. She gasped and then let out a long, excited sigh. 'Come on
then, my shit-whore' she said.

Grasping my hand she led me across the room to the mattress. We were kissing
again, hands and mouths exploring each other's bodies while we stood there.
I could hear Kira's stomach rumbling. She had obviously been holding it in
for me. Breaking our kiss, she touched my lip with a finger and said 'stay
there'.

She crossed to the couch and grabbed some things, tossing them to the floor
next to me, then she slowly unzipped the black dress down the front,
removing the maid apron while she was at it. She pulled the dress back down
over my shoulders, exposing my bra-less tits. 'Holy fuck I love these Kate,
I've wanted them since I first saw you' she said. Bending down, Kira took my
left nipple into her mouth gently, gripping it lightly with her teeth. She
then did the same with the left. We were beyond words now I think, both of
us breathing in hissing, shuddering gasps.

With gentle pressure on my shoulders she lowered me to my knees, and then
pushed me back onto my back. Lifting my head up onto the arrayed cushions,
she arranged my hair out all above me, spread out from the base upwards,
away from my body. She was gentle but firm, her hands touching me with
subtle but insistent pressure. This was somewhat different, as I was usually
used to violent sex, and being forced with a strong, rough hand. Her fingers
were gliding over my body, occasionally grabbing some boob or other part of
me and digging into the skin, but she was slow, erotic. Not romantic as much
as, well, fucking sexy. Like you'd expect fucking a stripper to be in some
cliche dream or late-night soft porn movie.

She lifted one arm above my head, resting it on the hair there and holding
it in place. With the other hand she lifted the other, slowly but
insistently, crossing them at the wrists. Holding them in place with one
hand she reached over and grabbed some handcuffs then fixed them to my
wrists. My hands were cuffed above my head, the dress was now nothing but a
black mass of cloth bunched up against my waist.

Kira's tummy rumbled again. She paused to smile, then resumed her gyrations
over me, her hips moving constantly now in time to some unheard beat. She
would dip her crotch down to mine, only stopping a hair's breadth away. She
was dragging her hair along my naked chest, taking parts of me in her mouth.
With her hands either side of my head she moved up and down above me,
kissing me, stroking me with her hair. I was fucking on fire. She lowered
her weight onto her knees and continued, with one hand working at the hem of
my black maid dress. I, of course, had no undies on.

Taking more weight onto her haunches she gripped the hem with both hands and
lifted the skirt up, bunching the dress up more. I of course obliged by
moving my ass accordingly. My cunt was exposed. Kira kissed my stomach, my
navel, down, across. Her hot breath was on my cunt, then my inner thighs,
then back on my cunt, her hair dragging across my mound, oh god...

Without warning she ate me. That's the only way I can describe it. After
what felt like an hour of teasing she dove head first into my pussy and did
not stop licking. She touched every spot, she got up inside me and hit the
right bumpy bits. I had never had head this good from a first fuck from
anyone before. I was bucking, I was moaning. It was like there was a bar
running down my body from my cuffed wrists through a point to my spine, and
I was rocking from side to side on it. My ass was lifting off the ground
like a hundred times a minute. My toes were curling, and she was not
stopping. She was grabbing my ass and pulling my cunt into her mouth like
she was eating a watermelon. Now touching my clit with her tongue, now
sucking my labia, now biting my thighs, then back to my clit...

I let out a massive wail, tensed, and then it was like a firehose going off.
My squirt shot at least three feet into the air, past an astonished Kira,
arcing out to land with a splat all down her back. She just grinned and
lowered her face into my pussy, rubbing her juices all over myself.

'Oh shit Katie! I didn't know you were THAT kind of a squirter!' she
laughed. I could only just lie there and groan. I couldn't think of a
smartarse reply. It was incredible. My pussy was still throbbing. I think if
she had have touched me then I would have cum again. Instead she raised
herself over me and lowered her face, covered in my juices, to mine, kissing
me on the lips. My eyes closed as our mouths and tongues met and as it was a
little bit more goop dribbled out of me onto the latex sheets. Kira lowered
herself onto me and we kissed for a while like that, until I felt like I was
back in my body again.

Then Kira sat up, with one last questioning glance in my eyes she asked
'ready?'. I only nodded.

She squatted over me then, lifting her g-string out the way. And grunted. I
saw her ass muscles tense. She had a perfect stripper body, perfect for
staying in positions like that for a while. Oh god, here it came. There was
no warning smell, no wombat poking out the hole, nothing. A thick, smooth
brown log dropped out onto my tits. Then another. Then another. It smelled,
of nothing, really. It was weird. Nothing at all, oh my god, it was so warm
though! Almost steaming, a kind of wet warmth!

Holy shit I was taking a girl's dump on my tits! Some of it squished down
into my cleavage. Shit! I couldn't believe I was doing this. I noticed Kira
fingering herself then went back to watching her ass as she squeezed more
out. She grunted loud, like one of those tennis playing women on tv. A few
more quick drops, a few more 'ughs' and she dropped forward onto her knees,
obviously done. She wiped her ass crack with a finger and then, turning
around, examined it, wiping the brown stain across the skin above her tits.
Only then did she take in the sight of me and her eyes went super-wide.

'Oh, shit, Katie! Baby! Look at you! My shit whore!'

With that, she was like a kid playing with playdoh. She squished it, she
rolled it around, she covered me in a brown mess that looked kind of like
cooking chocolate. Holy shit this was hot. I was so into it I was surprising
myself, rolling around, trying to grind my cunt against Kira's bikini clad
butt and bare cheeks as she smooshed her shit on my chest, up around my
neck. She wiped her hands off on my face, and brushed one shit-covered palm
across my lips. As she did I poked my tongue out and got a brief taste of,
again, really nothing, slightly bitter and burn-y like vegemite, but nothing
else.

Kira suddenly shook herself, literally, her body quaked. Springing to her
feet she grabbed a strapon off the couch, pausing only to wipe her shitty
hands on a towel before she buckled it on. In another second she was between
my legs, teasing my cunt lips with the head while she ran her fingers over
my tits, through the mess. Her hair was getting caught in it. She grabbed
the cock at it's base and entered me, one long, steady, slow thrust, all the
way in. Fuck it felt good, like it was going to keep going and pop out my
mouth!

Just hanging there over me with her cock in me, she planted her hands on my
stomach and leaned forward, lowering her tongue. She wasn't, she isn't...oh
shit! She is! She did! Kira took one long lick up through the brown mess,
then spat it onto my forehead. With that, it was on. She lifted my ass up
til I was nearly bent at a right angle. Repositioning herself over me, her
hair hanging into my face, her hands on my shitty tits, her butt crouched
like a runner on the starting blocks, she pounded me.

Until now I'd never realised why they called this 'the jackhammer'. Holy
shit! I thought we were going to break through to the apartment below. Kira
was wild now, her hands were now on my tits, and then back to my sides,
grabbing me and repositioning me briefly. My legs were wrapped around my
butt, initially trying to pull her deeper in me but I need not have
bothered, she was practically jumping up and down on my cunt. I was wailing,
moaning, and Kira was yelling, literally leaning over and yelling in my
face, one long, fierce 'YYEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHH'.

I squirted again. Well you would, wouldn't you? I got myself in the fucking
face! I started laughing. Kira threw her head back and put her weight on my
butt and thighs, shuddering through her own cum. She lost her balance and
fell on top of me, then rolled off to the side. I lost it completely at
that. First pissing cum in my face then that, too much! She joined in the
laughter and half rolled on top of me. We squished our bodies, our breasts,
together, and rolled around on the sheets, wrestling, laughing and kissing
each other through dirty lips. Eventually we came to a stop with Kira on
top, leaning over me. She touched a hand to my cheek and said 'thank you
babe', kissing me once more.

OMG It was amazing. We just sat there. Me on my back, she sitting
cross-legged, coming down from a high better than most drugs. I couldn't
speak. Sure I'd done this once before but like, wow. I was amazed, tired,
feeling sexy, proud, so many things. I knew Mistress Cassandra was really
interested in trying more scat play, more than I had been, but now I knew I
was well on the road to serving her properly in the way she deserved, if
she'd still grant me the honor of being her toilet. This was incredible.

But it did start to feel like drying clay after a little while and I needed
to do something about that. Kira was already toweling herself presentable
and throwing sweats on. 'Take a shower, I want to get this stuff into the
laundry right away' she said, indicating the stained towels and sheets. I
did just that, stopping only to catch a glance of myself in the mirror,
covered in Kira's handprints in the mess on me. I did it! Twice now! I was
becoming a proper scat girl!

I was drying off by the time Kira headed in to the shower. I sat out on her
balcony, back in my street clothes, smoking a cigarette, while she cleaned
up. But it wasn't long before she joined me out there, lighting her own up
before looking at me with a grin and saying 'so, ready to go buy yourself an
outfit for your first day at work tonight?!'