Liz -- Part two
By Will Adams
Thirty-seven-year-old Liz Morris wasn't sure she liked what she saw in the mirror, but she was certain of what was staring back at her -- a worthless piece of shit. Yes, a worthless piece of shit sitting at her vanity thinking about whether to go to work on a Monday morning or not.
The last few days had made the fact of her status as a worthless piece of shit very clear. Winnie Papel, Camilla Daggett and their girlfriends had collaborated to see that she could not doubt but that was what she was. Their use and abuse of the 37-year-old cutie had made the case much more emphatically than any mere words could. Still, Liz was certainly a cutie. As she was able to look at herself clearly in the mirror and aside from seeing a dung heap, she could see her fair complexion, gorgeous blond hair, full lips, pixie nose and bright clear blue eyes; she could acknowledge to herself that she was attractive. But that attractiveness blurred in her mind and what she ended up seeing in the mirror was a large brown turd. Others though, including Winnie and Camilla, saw a pretty woman who wasn't actually a piece of shit, but was a place where women's shit was deposited. It all got very blurred in Liz's mind. But as to her being a shitcan, Liz would have no disagreement with her young, female superiors, those who had come to view it as their right to use Liz as a human, flesh-and-blood toilet.
And on this Monday morning as Liz Morris debated in her own mind whether she was actually a worthless piece of shit or a pretty woman who worshipped pieces of shit, she was deciding whether to go to work at her job as a housing administrator for the City of Los Angeles or to find new opportunities to serve as a toilet for women. As much as her sex and scat-loving hormones were driving her to find a teenage girl and lie down and let her take a shit in her mouth, her need to get to work and continue to make a living overrode those demented sex drives. And so she slipped her lean body into a black business suit, wolfed down an Ultra Slim Fast food bar and headed out the door. She was only intending to work that day and didn't have any idea of how nasty the actual day would turn out. This day would be vile beyond even her increasingly nasty dreams.
Once she was at work, she received the phone call that would take her to a place she had not expected when she walked out her front door. A phone call that would take her further into hell than she had already been.
"Hello, Liz," said Vesda Naklator, her immediate superior in the housing department, "can you join me on a tour of that new project in Baldwin Heights this morning?"
"Well, of course," Liz said, "shall I come up to your office?"
"Yes," Vesda replied, "please come up right away. Liz was always glad to spend time with Vesda Naklator, a 30-year-old, voluptuous babe with large tits and streaked blonde hair. Vesda was a little rough around the edges, but she had a natural sexy earthiness that was very alluring to Liz, although Liz had never made any move and, in fact, did not have any idea of what Vesda's sexual orientation was. And now that she had taken up the worship of shit, she found herself wondering what Vesda's asshole looked like and specifically what it looked like as Vesda took a shit. As Liz focused on that vision, she really got interested in seeing how Vesda would look as she took a shit. Really interested. And then Liz began to scheme about how she could seduce Vesda Naklator into being her Shit Mistress. Wicked, Liz thought, it would be to have that beautiful, sexy woman crapping in my mouth.
As Liz arrived at Vesda's office, she put those randy thoughts out of her mind, at least for the moment.
"All right," Vesda said, "let's take my car and go." As Liz and Vesda headed out of the city garage, Liz admired the way Vesda smoothly shifted gears in the Jeep Wrangler. As Vesda maneuvered the red Jeep in and out of the traffic, her already short, tan skirt rode up on her magnificent thighs, showing increasingly more of her tanned and nude legs. The jerky motion of throwing the floor mounted stick shift also caused a visually appealing rolling of Vesda's ample tits showing above her scoop-necked, white blouse. The ride thus served to further stimulate Liz's already overheated sex drive. Combined with her ongoing fantasy about Vesda shitting in her mouth, Liz was worried that when she stood up to leave the car, Vesda's passenger seat might well be flooded with her viscous cunt juices. However, somehow the cunt juice flow had stayed within Liz's clothes.
Arriving at the housing project Vesda wanted to tour, Liz got out of the Jeep, thankful that she had worn black and the liquid seeping out of her body was partly disguised and didn't show much.
Liz followed Vesda up the walk to the apartment project, following closely the roll of Vesda's hips underneath the short, tan skirt her supervisor was wearing. The tour was incredibly boring and Liz was only able to keep her sanity by staring, no lusting on Vesda's rolling buttocks beneath the short, tight tan skirt. Liz managed to hang on by thinking about licking Vesda's dank butt crack.
Once the tour was completed, Vesda told Liz to go to the project's storage area, retrieve the monthly operations reports and to return to the large conference room in the administration complex on the second floor. Liz brought back the requested files and entered the conference room. Liz was shocked when she walked into the conference room. Vesda was nude from the waist down and her tits were plopped out of the scooped neckline of her white blouse. Vesda looked like a vision of nasty lesbian sexuality to the horny queer slut Liz. The next words out of Vesda's mouth were just as shocking as looking at her hairless cunt between her lewdly splayed legs.
"Liz cunt, get on your fucking knees, I think you will find what I'm about to share with you very interesting," Vesda said and then continuing, "First of all, guess what my niece's name is. I really want you to guess you sad sack of shit."
Having dropped to her knees, Liz began to frantically search her memory banks for any hint that Vesda might have given her about her niece's name. But nothing would pop into her mind and so she told Vesda so.
"My darling niece's name is Winnie Papel," Vesda said, "ring any bells?"
As Vesda finished her sentence, a light bulb went off in Liz's brain and she realized for a certainty that Vesda Naklator would be taking a shit in her mouth in just a few moments. There could be no other conclusion to draw but that Liz was going to be shortly staring up at Vesda's asshole as it flexed, opened wide and made a shit deposit in her mouth. The sudden realization that her new-found passion for shit would be fed by the beautiful blonde in front of her caused her to shudder through an exquisite orgasm on her knees and without being touched in any way. My God, thought Liz, Vesda is going to shit in my mouth in just a few minutes here and I'm going to be loving it. Liz was brought back to the present by Vesda's voice.
"You fucking shit-eating twat, look at my pussy and know that I know everything I need to know about you," Vesda told the older woman as Liz looked straight ahead at Vesda's bald pussy. "Winnie told me everything she and Camilla and a couple of their friends did with you. I must admit that at first I was shocked that one of my employees had become a shit eater and a pedophile. What shocked me the most, however, was that you ate shit from Winnie's ass even before you knew her name or she knew your name, you just lay down and became a 16-year-old girls' shithole. That really makes you a puke, a fucking puke who commits the nastiest, foulest act -- eating shit directly from a little girl's asshole whose name she doesn't even know. Winnie and I have talked about you -- in fact Winnie is in the next room and will be in here shortly -- and we think you will do anything and I do mean anything we tell you to do. In fact, we are going to do something with you right now to test our belief that you are a complete, worthless piece of shit. Winnie?"
Winnie Papel then burst into the room from a side door, looking as beautiful as Liz remembered her from their romp this past weekend. Winnie was bare-ass naked and wielding a Sony digital camcorder.
Vesda continued with her description of what was going to happen.
"One of the things Winnie didn't tell you about is a website -- lesbianshiteaters.com --that we run together. We are going to make you a star on that website beginning tonight," Vesda said. "Your first starring role is going to be with my asshole Liz, you see I am going to take a shit in your mouth while Winnie videotapes it and it will be up on the site by 7 p.m. tonight. Now get up on this conference table -- leave your clothes on but take your panties off -- and open your mouth shithole."
The flood of information she was receiving was overwhelming to Liz, but the fact she could be sure of was that the thick cunt juices were soaking her panties -- so she removed them as Vesda had told her to do. Liz was certain that this new information she was hearing -- that her secret life as a shit eater was about to be broadcast to the world over the Internet was turning her on far more than she had ever been turned on before. And her mind's objections snapped and she knew that she would be eating Vesda's shit and allowing it to be taped to be put up on the Internet for the entire world to see if they wanted.
As she climbed up on the conference room table, Liz wondered just how much more depraved she could get. Eating bowel fruit from a young girl's ass in a public toilet or her own home were two types of degradation, but this, eating shit from your female supervisor in the conference room of a public housing project was a step or two or three down the depravity scale from her earlier adventures.
Once up on the table, Liz hiked up her skirt and began to play with herself as Winnie taped her and interviewed her.
"Listen up here piece of shit, tell the audience what you are," Winnie said.
"I'm a piece of shit and I'm about to eat a full crap meal from a hot woman's asshole," Liz said, surprising herself more than Winnie or Vesda with her nasty candor.
Vesda then removed the remainder of her clothes with the exception of her high heels. Rather inelegantly, but extremely sexily, Vesda clambered up on the table. Winnie was careful not to show Vesda's face as Vesda had every intention of continuing with her career. The same was likely not true of Liz, who slowly realized that her only career was going to be that of a human toilet for lesbians. And Liz began to rejoice in it, recognizing that being a shit-eating slut was her fate in life, the reason she had been placed on the planet Earth. Liz was in complete sexual shit heat with the feminine and shit stimulation in the room and she readied herself to become Vesda's shithole.
As is the ritual with a female shitting into a lesbian scat whore's mouth, Liz saw the impossibly gorgeous legs of Vesda poised over her leading up to the beautiful ass moons of her superior, who was truly her superior both at work and in life now. Liz knew that those moons would soon be parting and making a shit deposit into the start of Liz's digestive system. The next phase of the lesbian shit eating ritual was Liz watching those gorgeous legs bend at the knees to bring the moons even closer to Liz's face/shit entry. Liz knew that she was a lesbian scat whore forever.
The ritual was then interrupted by Winnie's voice, which got back to questioning Liz about her role as a commode.
"So shiteater Liz, tell our Internet audience what you are looking at," Winnie said. "What is poised over your face and why is it there?" And Liz responded.
"I'm privileged to be looking at one of the most dazzling asses in the world above my face and preparing to take a shit in my mouth," she said, and then for fun, "and though I've often dreamed of dining on turds from this beautiful source, only now am I going to get that dream fulfilled."
"Good shit slut, then open your mouth and prepare to receive your special female excrement gift," Winnie told the supine shit-eating whore.
All the while Winnie was continuing to video record the wicked nastiness unfolding in the room.
Liz looked up again just in time to be splatted between the eyes with a fusillade of liquid brown and gooey shit. The brown goop then ran into her eyes, with Winnie yelling at her the whole time, "You fucking, shit eating cunt, leave your eyes open so that stinking shit can pool in your fucking eyes. The viewers love to see that kind of vile degradation and humiliation, leave `em open."
Winnie zoomed in with the video recorder for a close-up of the runny, shit load pooling on Liz's open blue eyes.
Suddenly the disgustingly tranquil scene of liquid human manure sitting in Liz's eyes was shattered by a thunderous fart blowing out of Vesda's ass, accompanied by a slimy, loose shitload splattering Liz's face and completely obliterating her features under the liquid flowing out of Vesda's ass.
"How is that Liz?" Winnie asked, "Do you really like being splatted by her shit, having it floating all over your face?"
But Liz couldn't speak, her air was just about completely cut off as she struggled to get the splattered shit off her face and into her mouth, using her hands to gather it all in. But before Liz could get it all in her foul mouth, another watery blast was expelled from Vesda's butthole, further burying Liz's face and then Vesda spoke for the first time in the video.
"Shitwhore, take some of that shit fouling your face, roll it into two balls and stuff your nostrils with the balls," Vesda said. Liz did not hesitate to comply with the self-humiliating demand by Vesda and after the shit balls were firmly seated, Winnie lensed the breathing in of Liz's nostrils, clearly showing how she was smelling in the most intimate way the waste from Vesda's body. Then Vesda announced she was really ready to shit.
"Ok shithole Liz, get your mouth up to my asshole and prepare to worship my turd, I want you to really turn it into a worship session as my excrement leaves my body," Vesda said.
Vesda brought her poop ring close to Liz's face and told the older slut to glue her lips to her anal ring. Liz began to worship the terminal end of Vesda's digestive tract, sticking her tongue deep inside the shit ring as she felt her own orgasm begin to build. At the moment she couldn't think of how she would do it, but she wanted both Winnie and Vesda to know when she was climaxing from eating Vesda's shit. Liz was also hoping she'd get to taste Winnie's foul slop in this video extravaganza. Hell, Liz thought, it was a regular shiteating video production.
Vesda spoke again to Liz.
"This is going to be a big one and I love to feel it coming out and going into a shit slave," Vesda said. "Do you want to sword swallow or take bites?"
Liz responded eagerly.
"With someone as beautiful as yourself, I'd love to swallow it whole after worshipping it, so after you shit into my mouth could you raise up a little so I can worship it all over and then I'll deep throat it and just take it right down," Liz said. And Liz did worship every precious inch of the turd, slobbering over it, kissing it worshipfully and pulling her head back from time to time to gaze in wonder and lust at the sight of the thick brown cylinder hanging from Vesda's ass. She noted that her saliva was hanging from the turd in a luminescent pearl string.
Finally, it was time for the turd to go down and true to her word she just allowed it to slide down her throat. Vesda loved watching her waste enter Liz's body and she really liked the sight of Liz's throat constricting and moving the excrement into her stomach, Liz's throat muscles mimicking Vesda's colon muscle movements from moments earlier when the log now in Liz's throat was exiting her body. And as it entered her body, Liz shuddered through a shit-induced orgasm, moaning around the shit pieces in her mouth, "I'm coming." Both Vesda and Winnie laughed at the degeneracy of Liz's shit-generated cum. But Liz loved it, knowing that the two females both knew that Vesda's shit was what was causing her orgasm. The shit we're literally going to put this cunt through, both thought. At long last, the foot-long turd from Vesda had disappeared into Liz's worshipping body, but the girls weren't quite through with her.
Winnie then popped up on the table, squatted sexily over Liz's face and hosed her down with a diarrhea load and the video faded to black.
Author's note: Should this series go on? Email me with your thoughts at willadams_8@hotmail.com.