Natasha

Natasha teaches a piss slut to dance

Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was very pleased with her previous evening's fun at The Litter Box (see Natasha part 1). In only a few hours, she had moved quickly to reach her dream of using an older bitch as a toilet.

As she lounged around her house in her bedroom the next day, she was temporarily sated, but already thinking about what to do next. She decided to head out Saturday night to the same bar of her previous evening's conquest. But that afternoon, she received a phone call from Alice Burns, who had been used as a human toilet the previous evening by young Natasha. Before Natasha left the bar, she had given her phone number to Alice, not really believing Alice would have the nerve to call her. Natasha's mother, Beverly, picked up the call.

'Hello,' said Alice Burns 'is Natasha there?'.

'May I ask who is calling,' Beverly said.

'This is Alice, I'm just a friend,' Alice said, but privately thinking to herself: This is her human toilet calling, I'm filled with her shit, burping it up and tasting it again this morning and can't stop thinking about her beautiful body and when I might get together to worship any part of her.

Beverly thought the call was a little odd, but called out to Natasha, 'Honey, it's for you.' Just to be safe, though, she put her hand over the mouthpiece and listened.

'Hello,' said Natasha.

'Hello mistress,' Alice said, 'it's me.'

'Well, you worthless cow, that was quick,' Natasha replied.

'I was wondering if we might get together again,' Alice inquired.

'Are you kidding?', Natasha shot back and hung up. She had learned the previous evening that she didn't really give a shit about Alice, nor would she about any of the other women she would come to use. Alice had been her toilet last night, but today she didn't even care as much about her as she did the toilet in her own bathroom.

Beverly, her mother, was horrified on the other end of the line. Beverly was quite certain her daughter had sexual relations with the caller and the woman was obviously much older than Natasha was. Beverly felt she had to say something, even though it would betray that she had been listening. Beverly walked into Natasha's room and said, 'Honey, we have to talk.'

'Yes mom.'

'It sounded like you had an interesting call, were you somehow involved with that woman?', Beverly asked.

Natasha coolly assessed her situation. She had found the sexual lifestyle she wanted and she couldn't let it slip away. In addition, in any event, she had already been thinking about turning her mother into one of her stable of cunts. She had to lash out and lash out strongly.

'Listen Mother, I can handle my life myself and frankly it's none of your fucking business.'

Beverly acted as if she had been slapped, physically, not just verbally and she reeled backwards.

'Now just get out, leave me the fuck alone,' Natasha said. And Natasha, sensing the advantage, didn't let it go at that, she stepped forward and pushed her mother, causing Beverly to fall over backwards. Natasha didn't express any concern, turned on her heel, and headed back into her room.

Beverly was aghast and simply picked herself up and limped away, not sure at all about what to do with her rebellious young daughter.

Natasha, on the other hand, was delighted. She knew that she was one step closer to drawing her mother into her circle of sick perverts who would do anything to worship her gorgeous body. She laughed aloud with the lascivious notion that soon she'd have her mother as a slut whore.

Natasha decided to head out early and so even though it was short of noon, she decided to head for The Litter Box. She donned her same outfit of a super-short, micro mini made out of vinyl, a tank top with no bra, nylons with garter and covered it all with the plastic raincoat. She got on the 35 bus and headed for the lesbian bar.

Once there, she walked in with the plastic raincoat on this time and took a seat at one of the booths. She was waiting to catch another whore.

She ordered a couple of Coca Colas, sipped at them, and waited. She didn't have to wait long and suddenly she heard a throat being cleared and looked up to find a gorgeous older woman standing before her. The older woman was a look alike for Pam Anderson, but about 40 years old.

'Yes,' said Natasha.

The older broad was stupefied by the young girl's beauty and found she simply couldn't respond.

Natasha decided to play with the buxom blonde standing before her. 'Cat got your tongue slut?', she said.

'Um, er, Alice told me you are quite the mistress and I was wondering if you might consider using me in a similar way?', the blonde said to the raven-haired young girl.

'Well sure slut, why don't you sit down, but first take those big tits out of your dress and flop them out.'

The older potential slave woman paused and then said, 'I, uh, I, can't do that.'

'Sure you can,' Natasha cooed, 'if you want to spend time with me, flopping your big tits out will be the least shameful thing you will do. Now do it or get the fuck out of my life.'

The blonde hesitated for only a moment and then pulled down the neck of her dress and flopped two perfect 44 Ds out into the open.

'There now,' Natasha said, 'you can have a seat. And introduce yourself, cunt, if you're going to be one of my sluts, I at least want to know your name.'

The big-titted blonde slid into the booth next to Natasha and said, 'Thank you very much mistress, my name is Candy Jeffe.'

Natasha turned toward Candy and slapped her face sharply.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, she continued the physical abuse until Candy's cheeks were both a bright red.

'Listen slut,' Natasha said to Candy, 'don't ever hesitate again when I give you an order. You are a worthless piece of crap whose only value in life is to serve as my sex toy in whatever way I choose. Understand?"

Candy, still reeling from the bitch slapping she had just received, dumbly nodded her head indicating she understood. God, she thought, this little goddess is really tough. Alice was right she's really a beauty and knows it. I had better get my slut act together if I expect her to use me.

'Yes mistress, yes mistress, I understand and I'll do whatever you say from now on.'

Good, thought Natasha, now let's start to put her through her paces. 'Nice tits, now let's see the rest of you, get out of your clothes altogether and sit here next to me.'

Candy hesitated for only a second until she thought she saw Natasha's left hand move to bitch slap her again and then Candy was stripping off her dress while remaining seated in the booth. As she removed her clothing, Natasha thought to herself, My God, she's got an incredible body; someone should be worshipping her, but what the fuck, if she wants to be my shithole, great, nothing like crapping in a pretty lady's mouth. Using Alice as a sewer was great, but Natasha knew she would be using prettier women and, sure enough, she was about to use the much prettier Candy Jeffe. Shortly, Candy was sitting naked next to Natasha.

'Ok, whore, now I want to get on with our fun for the afternoon. First, I want you to shove one of these Coke bottles up your twat and then stick the other one fully into your asshole and then sit down.'

Again, Candy hesitated for only an instant and then grabbed one of the bottles and inserted it into her twat and quickly shoved the other into her rear entry. And, again following Natasha's direction, sat down and waited for what was next.

'Very good whore, now for your next trick, please get under the table and be prepared to receive your first golden shower from the beautiful Natasha.'

Candy hustled quickly under the table and saw that Natasha had rucked up her skirt, scooted her ass down the seat and that the young girl had no underpants on. A quickly heating up Candy was mesmerized as she locked her gaze onto the pubes in front of her. Candy heard Natasha's voice again, 'Ready slut, beg me for it.'

'Oh please mistress, piss on me, soak me in your urine. Give me the golden shower I want so badly and let me wallow in the piss of a goddess,' Candy said in a parched, sex-starved voice.

Candy stared straight ahead and watched as Natasha reached down and spread her labia to fully expose her urethra hole. Candy realized she was holding her breath, waiting for the young sex goddess to begin urinating on her. And then it came flooding out and caught Candy right between the eyes. Candy gasped as Natasha hosed her down with a powerful spray of young girl urine. Candy had been on the receiving end of numerous piss dousings, but she couldn't recall one in which the piss flow was so powerful. And it went on and on. Candy closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide to attempt to drink some of the precious flow, but Natasha wanted to really soak her and moved the flow all of the older slut's body. Finally, the piss flow slowed and then stopped. Candy was indeed soaked and she heard Natasha say, 'Ok pissslut, time for you to show the bar what a whore you are. Get up and get up on the stage and dance and show the whole place your body covered in my piss.'

Candy didn't want to risk the wrath of Natasha so she scooted out from under the table and moved to the stage where she began shaking her booty and dancing away in a frenzy of piss lust. All the patrons stopped to look up at her and they realized she was covered in piss and was dancing to the tune of her mistress and now owner, the darling Natasha.

Candy continued dancing for an hour until the piss had pretty well dried up and was replaced with a fine sheen of sweat. She plopped down in the seat next to Natasha to see what other perversity Natasha had in mind for her. Once seated, Natasha told her she had done a good job and would be rewarded if she wanted it with a full meal of Natasha's pure brown crap. But only, Natasha said, if Candy could properly beg for it. Candy didn't want to risk a chance to miss eating bowel fruit from the young dominatrix and so she broke into a plea:

'Please dear Mistress Natasha, I have taken bottles up the twat and ass, lovingly and gratefully accepted your urine and danced for you. Now may I please taste and eat the fruit of your colon, the shit from your beautiful body, may I be a sewer to accept your bodily wastes. You will give me a purpose to a worthless life if only I can receive your shit. May I be so lucky as to receive turds from your lovely rear end?'

Natasha told Candy she was going to grant her wish and so they should adjourn to the bathroom. Natasha was beginning to feel like the queen of this lesbo toilet room and once there she quickly stripped off her skimpy clothing, standing nude and glorious in front of the likewise nude Candy.

'On your knees slut and first eat my twat, get your face down here and smell it and then perform loving cunnilingus on me. Make love to my 13-year-old snatch.'

Candy, surprised but not completely to hear Natasha's age, was only too glad to obey and nuzzled her face into the young girl's crotch. She placed her hands on Natasha's lovely young thighs and ran her tongue in between the girl's lovely labia, sniffing deeply of the aroma of the overheated twat. Her mouth began watering and drool ran down her chin as she feasted at the Y. Natasha grabbed Candy's long blond hair and ground her crotch into the older whore's face as the cunt eating passion steamed up the bathroom. Natasha shuddered to a climax and told Candy to lie on her back and prepare herself 'for the honor of serving as Natasha's toilet, prepare to receive the baptism of shit from your owner.'

Candy scurried to get on her back and gazed lovingly and longingly up at the now nude young girl with a goddess' body towering over her. She continued to gaze in love with the young girl and had to tell her.

'Dear Mistress Natasha, I must tell you that I love you, I truly love you and hope we can be together.'

Natasha remained unmoved. 'You cunts are going to have the get this right. Of course you love me; I'm young, smart, and beautiful with an incredible body. But I'll never love you. In fact, I don't care anything about you. I'm about to crap in your mouth, to use you as a toilet and let my stinking feces sit in your bloated stomach, and I just don't care anything about you. In fact, if you choke on my shit and die, it will be fine with me. Understand?'.

Candy rocked through an orgasm, brought on by the incredible verbal bashing she had just received from young Natasha. But the abuse didn't faze her and she was still ready to receive a shit meal from the girl. Even though Natasha had just said to her, 'Eat shit and die,' Candy didn't care because she knew that once the fecal material started flowing into her mouth, she would be able to scratch the itch that had been bothering her since Alice had told her about how great Natasha's stool tasted.

'Yes, I understand Mistress; I'm just your toilet, nothing more.'

Then Candy watched as the beautiful ass and ever-expanding sphincter of young Natasha was lowered to her face and mouth. Natasha told her to get her nose up her rectum so she could smell one of her farts.

'Here comes a gas bomb,' Natasha said. 'Smell it and love it.'

Then she farted into Candy's nose and Candy inhaled the foul smell and loved it. She knew the chunky stool couldn't be far behind.

'Okay shit babe here comes your meal of my excrement, I absolutely love having a bowel movement in a pretty woman's mouth.'

Candy had her eyes wide open as the scat meal began to be born from Natasha's bunghole. Natasha's hole expanded and a huge turd 2 and 1/2 inches in diameter started the exit process. The foul odor hit Candy's nostrils and sent her into another orgasm. Candy was an experienced shit eater and knew she had to keep her mouth open wide to accept this fecal monster. Candy loved the nasty smell and looked closely at the column of shit as it moved inexorably towards her mouth. The tip of the turd meal touched her tongue, which was extended, first and Candy used her tongue to guide the dung into her waiting and hungry mouth. Quickly, she was filled with a huge shit pipe and it was clogging her mouth, and more was still coming. A full 14-inch turd had been expelled from Natasha and about six inches was ensconced in Candy's mouth and the remaining 8 inches stood up straight, extending out from her mouth. Candy stared up at the foul tower sticking out of her mouth and admired the dark brown color of the human manure column, noting the firm nature of the defecation meal and each of the clear ridges on the turd. She knew she'd be working at this meal for a while, given its strong consistency.

Natasha stood up to survey her handiwork. She loved seeing the whore's lips stretched around her turd and could clearly see that Candy was eating the offered treat by the motion of her lips moving up the shit column and her throat working below to send the foul fecal material to her stomach.

'That's great,' said Natasha, looking at the inches of dung sticking up from Candy's lips. 'It looks like a shit Eiffel Tower, or no, perhaps a turd totem pole. What a worthless cunt you are laying there loving my stinking turd with your mouth.'

Natasha watched as the rest of her guano was consumed by the slut on the bathroom floor. She knew she wanted to add to the defilement and walked out to the bar, fully nude, and picked up a cherry, returned to the bathroom, placed it on top of the shit pile and watched Candy continue her dining experience. She thought there was one more touch that was needed. She picked up a small stick from the floor and stuck one end of it in the side of the turd pile and then took some of the stool and marked Candy's forehead and both cheeks and tits.

'There,' she said, 'now when you leave, keep that shit on your body as a mark that you belong to me, if I care to own you.'

Once Candy finished the meal, she got on her knees again and said, 'Thank you mistress for a wonderful meal, when can we get together again.'

Natasha continued her torment, however, saying, 'I don't know if we ever will. Although I do have an idea for a piss/shit gang event that I may call you about. You can keep the soda bottles in your twat and ass as souvenirs of the night Natasha used you as a toilet.' With that, she donned her clothes, and left the bar, also leaving Candy panting for more.