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Lesbian Scat story

Amsterdam Affair
By
DurtyLady

Amsterdam on a Friday night, I had treated myself to a short break in that 
beautiful city. My boss was pretty pissed off, but who cares, he could 
always get a temp in for a couple of days.
I'd taken a stroll around the red-light district, watched the window girls 
ply their trade and was now back at the hotel, I decided to dine in, the 
meal was ok, but the bill left a nasty taste, I wouldn't be eating there 
again. I wandered through to the hotel bar, and perched myself on a high 
stool. It was practically empty, a guy was playing a piano in the corner, a 
couple of Eastern looking businessmen were sitting at a low table quietly 
chatting, and along the bar from me, sat the one other female in the bar. It 
was like a morgue.
The bartender saw me and I ordered a beer, I wanted to pay there and then, 
but he insisted on putting it on my room number. When I protested the woman 
along the bar from me told me not to worry, "He's as straight as an arrow," 
she said in perfect English.
"Are you English?" I asked her, she laughed and asked if she could join me, 
I pointed to the empty stool along side me and nodded.
"Oh no", she said, sitting her self down, "I'm a local, but we Dutch all 
speak excellent English." and laughed.
"Are you staying here?" I assumed she was another guest.
She laughed again, "Good Lord no, I'm working tonight," and winked at me.
"Oh, you work in the hotel?"
Once more she laughed, "Sort of", and winked again. Now I was very confused.
"You must excuse me, but I really don't understand your meaning," she could 
see the confusion written large across my face.
"I'm a working girl, you know, a prostitute". She explained, "and this is 
one of my regular haunts."
I felt myself blush; I had forgotten how open the Dutch were. "Ohhhhhhh," 
was all I could say. The thing is, she didn't look at all like my idea of 
what a prostitute should look like, she had on an expensive dress, hardly 
any make up, in fact she could easily be mistaken for just another guest of 
the hotel, which is what I had done.
She told me her name was Hilda, and that she lived just outside of 
Amsterdam, she told me she only took one client per night and charged the 
equivalent of  800! My jaw dropped! She also told me that she was 28 
divorced and had an eight year old daughter at home with her mother. Friday 
nights were always quiet she told me, mainly because most of the businessmen 
had gone home by then. I told her I was Jane, 35 never been married and I 
was happy to meet her. We chatted away for about half an hour, when I felt a 
tap on my shoulder, turning, I saw one of the eastern looking guys standing 
there. He said something to me in Dutch, which of course I didn't 
understand, the next thing I knew, Hilda was saying something to him, also 
in Dutch and shaking her head at the same time. He looked pretty pissed off, 
but gave a shrug and went back to join his companion.
"What was that all about?" I asked her.
"Oh he wanted to book us for the rest of the evening," she laughed.
"What?" was all I could muster.
"He said he wanted a double act!" She went on, "I told him we were on a 
night off!"
Her laughter was infectious, and I told her it might have been fun!
That's when she twigged, "You are lesbian?" she asked. I nodded, smiling.
"Shall I tell him yes?" she had a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Fuck No!" I was horrified, "I only meant, it might have been fun as long as 
he wasn't there!" Then I saw she was joking and laughed along with her.
She leant over and put her mouth to my ear, "Would you like me to suck your 
cunt?" she whispered.
I was stunned, it was a complete surprise, right out of the blue, I looked 
at her, she was smiling softly at me, "Are you serious?" I asked, she nodded 
and I turned back to my drink, lost in thought. Hilda leaned across to me 
again, "Would you like to feel my tongue in your arse?" Her voice was even 
quieter and I felt myself blush. I didn't dare look at her, my mind was 
reeling. She leant over once more, "Or perhaps you would like to push your 
tongue deep into my cunt?" My mouth was dry, my cunt was anything but! "Or 
maybe lick my arse also?" she added.
I took a long swig of my beer, it didn't do me any good at all, my mouth was 
still dry, my cunt even wetter, and now I desperately needed a piss. I 
became fidgety, here was this lovely prostitute, offering me the time of my 
life, but I knew couldn't afford her prices.
I told her, nothing would please me more, but I couldn't afford the  400. 
She looked hurt, "Darling Jane, I told you, I was taking a night off," then 
she added, "this is for MY pleasure."
I made to get up, "I need to piss," I told her, she placed her hand on my 
arm, and her mouth at my ear once more. "Perhaps Jane would like to piss 
over Hilda?" I groaned, I would love to, she could tell, it was written all 
over my face.
"Come," she said, taking my arm, "lets go to your room before you have an 
accident!"
With that, we left the barman a tip and made a hurried exit for the lift. By 
the time we got to my room I was bursting, Hilda laughed at my discomfort, 
we undressed at the speed of light and I hardly had time to take in the 
loveliness of her,
"Come," she said and led me to the bathroom. She stood me in the bath and 
knelt in front of me, "Now, Jane, piss now,"
I did, I couldn't hold it any longer, and there was an audible whoosh, as my 
piss gushed out. The stream hit Hilda directly in the face, she threw her 
head back as if having a shower, she loved it. She washed her face in it, 
rubbed it in her hair, on her breasts, and then opened her mouth to drink 
from me. All that beer I had drank, I thought I was going to piss forever, I 
watched as Hilda wallowed in it, it was one of the sexiest sights I had ever 
seen. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her mouth full of my golden 
piss, she smiled at me and swallowed some more. I was in seventh heaven, so 
was she. My piss flow eventually slowed until it was no more than a dribble, 
and Hilda stood up. She was soaked, we both were, her from kneeling in my 
stream, me from the splashing, with a soft smile, she brought her lips to 
mine and kissed me. Our mouths opened, our tongues met, and to my wonder, 
her mouth was still full of my piss, she passed it to me, I tasted it, drank 
some, and passed it back, and so it went, back and forth until the last of 
it was gone, leaving a wonderful tangy taste in my mouth. Hilda's hand was 
at my cunt, my legs were spread and two of her slender fingers slid easily 
into me. I was very close to cumming, it was eighteen months since I last 
felt the hands of another woman on my body. Her thumb dug into my clit and I 
came on her hand. My knees buckled but she held me up while I shook and 
trembled through my orgasm. I moaned into her mouth, I felt more pee dribble 
out of me as I continued to cum. I was in heaven.
By the time I had recovered, Hilda had the shower running, the hot water 
streaming off our bodies, washing away the remains of my piss. We hugged and 
kissed, and soaped each other down, exploring our bodies with hands, eyes 
and tongues. I knelt in the falling water and gazed at her cunt, she was 
natural blonde, and it was beautiful. I pulled her to me and buried my face 
in her folds, my tongue exploring her wet flesh. I heard her groan as she 
pushed against my face. My mouth relished her taste, I probed her hole, 
seeking out more of her juices, my tongue found her clit and she shuddered, 
I played with it for a moment, then moved down to her tiny piss hole. I 
pushed against it with my tongue, teasing it open, relaxing it. She knew 
what I wanted and my efforts were rewarded as her hot piss flowed into my 
mouth. It was wonderful and sweet, it flowed over my tongue and down my 
throat. I clamped my mouth harder over her cunt, I didn't want to lose a 
single drop. My teeth rasped against her clit and my tongue pushed into her 
hole as her piss continued to pour into my mouth. It didn't take her long to 
cum, she pulled me into her harder, nearly smothering me, drowning me, but I 
didn't care, I was lost to the real world, lost in a world of hot cunt and 
steaming piss, it was perfect.
Later we lay on my bed chatting, she told me what a wonderful time she was 
having, so much better than being pawed by her clients.
"That guy this evening," she began, "he's a regular client, filthy rich, 
tips well too."
I was intrigued.
"He also has very dirty needs," she laughed and I asked her to explain. 
"Well, he loves me to piss over him for a start." I pictured the scene and 
smiled, "Then," she went on, "I usually have to shit on him!" My jaw dropped 
in amazement. "Really?" was all I could say.
"Oh yes," she was very matter of fact, "he loves it, especially over his 
cock and of course, in his mouth."
"He eats it?" I asked incredulously.
"Oh yes, he is a real gourmet," and she laughed again. She had a wonderful 
attitude to life and her 'profession', I was beginning to fall for her, 
hard.
"Do you ever have women clients?"
"Frequently," came the reply, "in fact I have several regular ladies, one of 
them I see once a week."
This was so new to me, I began to realise what a sheltered life I had led.
"You see Jane, I specialise."
I asked her what she meant.
"Ok," she began, "my clients come to me for services they cant get at home 
with their wives or girlfriends, like that guy earlier. His wife is probably 
very prim and proper and would never dream of fulfilling his needs. Which is 
just as well, otherwise I and my friends would all be out of business!" She 
laughed again.
"What about your women clients?" I asked her.
"Well, the same applies to them, they too have their dark desires. Most are 
married women, whose husbands don't have a clue. One or two are submissives, 
a couple are dommes, nearly all want to share my piss, and more than one of 
them likes me to shit over her."
This was all so fascinating to me. "What about you?" I went on, "what do 
they like to do to you?"
"Ah, now that's a different story," she said, "as far as the men go, I am 
always a domme to them, never submissive. Occasionally I let one fuck me, 
but only when the price is right, otherwise, they are there to do my 
bidding, and they pay a high price for it too."
"What about your lady clients?" I asked.
A dreamy look came over her, "Ah, if they did but know it, I would do them 
for free most of the time. But let that be our little secret." She laughed. 
Then she continued, "The sub women usually like me to cane them, or spank 
them, some like me to apply nipple torture and stuff like that. I always get 
them to tell me first what exactly it is they want. One lady gives me a 
typewritten sheet with the complete scenario laid out for me. That's pretty 
cool, it's a role-playing scene, she even has my dialogue written down for 
me. Invariably I end up by pissing over them, one woman has me play the part 
of a strict teacher and I have to make her pee in her panties, then shit in 
them. That's always fun." She paused again, "You know, when I think about 
it, I love my work."
I lay there listening to her, idly stroking my pussy, and I was thinking 
just how alien her life was to mine, and I envied her.
"What about the others?" my voice was just a whisper.
"Well, I have one lady who is a domme, and I think could be really cruel if 
I let her. She likes to tie me down with my arms and legs spread-eagled, 
then she bites and twists my nipples until I cry out. Once I have, she puts 
nipple clamps on me and tightens them up till they begin to hurt. She does 
the same with my cunt, and finishes by putting clothes pegs on my pussy lips 
and clit. I really do enjoy it, pain can be such a turn on." She looked at 
the puzzled expression on my face, "You don't believe me?"
"I'm sure it is," I stammered, "its just difficult to imagine is all."
She nodded and carried on, "Once she has finished torturing me, I usually 
have to piss and shit myself where I lay. This gives her such a turn on. She 
loves to kneel between my outstretched legs and watch it all happening. More 
often than not, she puts her mouth over my cunt and drinks my piss as it's 
coming out. I tell you Jane, I really love it with her." She paused to sip 
at the champagne we had ordered from room service. "You want me to go on?" 
she asked.
"Oh Hilda, I am fascinated, intrigued, amazed and totally turned on by what 
you're telling me, yes please don't stop!" and I kissed her gently on the 
nose as encouragement.
"Ok, well picture the scene, I am tied down, I have clamps on my nipples and 
cunt, I have just pissed into my clients mouth, and I am laying in my own 
shit. It usually oozes between the cheeks of my bum, spreading to my back 
and to my cunt. That's when she reaches down and grabs a handful and begins 
to smear my own shit over my open cunt. And Jane, its wonderful, I love it. 
And best of all, I'm getting paid for it too." She really was happy in her 
work.
"And that's it," I asked her.
"Good lord no," she went on, "once she has thoroughly coated my cunt with 
shit, she covers her own tits in the rest. She usually comes when she does 
this. Then she kneels over me and forces her shitty nipple into my mouth, 
making me suck it clean, I then have to lick both her breasts until they are 
as clean as I can get them."
"Oh My God," was my immediate reaction, my fingers were no longer idly 
playing with my cunt, but giving it a full work-over, her story had so 
turned me on again, and I felt myself close to coming.
"You really do enjoy your work don't you," I told her.
"Jane, it's the best job in the world, especially when I entertain my women 
clients."
"But what about when you have to suck her shit covered tits?" I was very 
close to coming with this pictured in my head.
"Oh I love it!" she told me, "I can't get enough of it. One of my ladies 
pays me to piss and shit in her mouth, and then loves me to kiss her 
afterwards. We pass it back and forth, like we did earlier with your piss, 
until our mouths are empty."
"So you actually eat your own shit?"
"Mine and other women's," she replied.
This threw me over the edge "Oh Hilda, I'm cumming." My voice was a wail as 
my body trembled and bucked against my fingers and the image of this lovely 
young woman eating her own shit seared through my brain as my orgasm hit me 
like a train!
Hilda leaned over and kissed me full on the lips as I was coming, she 
dribbled her saliva into my mouth, it was wonderful and I wanted more.
When I recovered my senses, Hilda was sitting up, gently stroking my 
breasts, gazing wistfully at my face. I knew then that I was falling in love 
at last. I was certain she could hear the thumping of my heart, as I lay 
there exhausted.
I looked at her, not knowing quite what to say, thoughts were flying around 
in my head, about her, about us, about what she did, about me and my job, my 
home in England.
I sat up facing her, our legs intertwined, our pussies looking at each 
other. I put my hands on her naked shoulders. "Hilda," I began, "what are 
your plans for the rest of the weekend?"
"Other than spending time with my daughter, Anne, I have none," she said, 
"none at all."
I kissed her.
"Unless of course, you have other ideas!" she added mischievously.
"I only know one thing," I told her, "if I spend my weekend with you, I am 
going to end up falling in love with you, this I know, in my heart of 
hearts."
She nodded, "I feel just the same," was all she said.
My heart leapt with joy, I hugged her to me, our naked titties mashing 
against each other, and I buried my face in her neck, smothering it with 
kisses.
We drank some more champagne and planned our weekend together, we would meet 
her daughter and mum, we would do the usual tourist bit, canal trips, museum 
visits and just hope the next three days lasted forever.
"I have a question, Hilda," I told her, "I hope you don't mind me asking it 
either?"
"Sure, go ahead, I have no secrets from you Jane." She gave me that lovely 
smile once more.
"Well," I began, "does your mum know what you do?"
She giggled into her champagne, "Of course she does, silly, remember you are 
in Holland now."
I blushed, "Ok, but does she know exactly what you do?"
"Aaaah," she got my meaning, "you mean the sub/domme thing, the lady 
clients, the toilet stuff?"
"Oh yes," she went on, "it was my mum's idea for me to specialise. In fact, 
you could say I was following a family tradition." She giggled again.
"Hmm, I can't wait to meet your mum."
The champagne was beginning to work on me, I was giggling now, and I began 
tickling her. She wriggled away from me, spilling champagne on the bed as 
she did.
"Right, I'm gonna get you for that," she threatened, and putting her glass 
down, came at me. Now I happen to be very ticklish, even more so when I am a 
bit tipsy, and I writhed and wriggled on the bed, laughing and begging her 
to stop. She wouldn't, and kept on tickling. I was helpless with laughter, 
and before I knew what was happening to me, I farted. Not a small lady-like 
phht of a fart, but a big, loud, rip-roaring fart. Hilda stopped tickling me 
immediately. I was so embarrassed, I could feel myself blushing.
"Oh Hilda," I was slurring slightly now, "I am so sorry, I'm so 
embarrassed."
By now the smell had reached our nostrils, it was very powerful, I looked at 
Hilda and couldn't help notice the dream like smile on her face. She inhaled 
deeply, I watched her breasts rise as her lungs filled with air.
"Aaaaaaaah, wonderful," she exclaimed, "you perfume is so precious Jane, I 
love it. Give me more."
I held her hands and looked at her, "You want me to fart again?"
"Oh yes, but this time, I want my face buried in your arse darling."
She gently pushed me over onto my hands and knees and I felt her breath on 
my bum.
"Please Jane, fart for me my love, please." Her voice had taken on an almost 
begging quality.
I pushed and strained, I could feel another fart inside me, and I 
desperately wanted to let Hilda savour it. I also knew that I was dying for 
a shit. I felt completely full and I told her of my fears.
"My darling Jane, whatever you have, I want, don't be afraid, please 
darling, let go, for me."
I did, I pushed again, I strained my muscles and I farted once more, another 
long and loud fart, but this time it was muted by my lover's mouth encasing 
my bum hole. I had farted directly into Hilda's mouth. I heard her moan as 
she breathed it in. My cunt was getting wet at the shear decadence of what 
we were doing.
Hilda pulled away, "Oh God!" was all she could say, then added, "more, give 
me more."
I strained and pushed again, harder this time, trying desperately to fart 
for her once more. I strained too hard, I felt my sphincter suddenly give 
way, and a mess of soft runny shit came shooting out of me, I couldn't stop, 
it kept coming, filling the room with its strong smell. I heard Hilda moan 
again and felt her face between my buttocks, I was shitting directly into 
her mouth! Feeding her my shit, I tried turning my head to see, but 
couldn't. My arse was out of control now, the floodgates had opened and shit 
kept pouring out into her mouth. She coughed and spluttered a few times, but 
kept her mouth steadfastly attached to my bum hole. At last my bowels were 
empty and I felt her tongue probing my arse and licking me clean. I turned 
to look at her, she was coated in a brown sticky mass. It had overflowed 
from her mouth, spread across her face, and down her neck to her breasts. 
She looked wonderful and oh so happy. I tentatively reached out and pushed 
my finger into a small heap of shit lying on her breast, it was still warm. 
I brought it to my face and sniffed at its strong odour, before sliding my 
finger into my mouth and sucking it clean. The taste was so powerful, but 
not at all unpleasant and I went back for some more. Hilda's hands were at 
her cunt, masturbating like fury, her mouth was open and I could see it was 
full of my shit. I bent my head and flicked my tongue across her 
shit-covered nipple. Hilda moaned with delight as I did this, her eyes 
locked on mine and they had a pleading quality to them, "more" they were 
telling me "do more". I did. Without another thought, I pushed my face 
between her breasts, wallowing in the filth lying there. I squeezed and 
kneaded her shit-covered tits, I bit her nipples and tried to suck the whole 
of her brown tit into my mouth. My tastes buds were overwhelmed by the heavy 
flavour of my shit, I had an attack of nausea but overcame it as I went 
about licking and sucking the shit from her body. I sucked her breasts 
almost clean, and then licked along her neck cleaning as I went. I licked 
and sucked and savoured her shit smeared face until at last my mouth came to 
rest on hers. This was the moment she had been waiting for and pulled my 
body to hers in a passionate embrace. My tongue entered her mouth pushing 
through my shit, it was now nothing more than a runny mush and I sucked some 
back into my own mouth, tasting it, swallowing it and then going back for 
more. Our fingers were tearing at each other's crotch, pushing, pinching, 
twisting, pulling, we were like a pair of animals. At one point I felt my 
hand drenched by a deluge of her piss and I remember wishing it were in my 
mouth. We came over and over again, losing track of time and space, we were 
in a state of almost trance-like depravity. The hours seemed but a moment as 
we eventually tired and collapsed into each others arms once more. We lay 
there for a long time, not speaking, each of us with our own thoughts, the 
smell of sex and shit heavy in the air.
Eventually Hilda broke the silence, "Jane darling, that was the best for me, 
ever."
"Me too," I could hardly speak and my voice was not much more than a croak. 
"I never realised before, just what a dirty bitch I am."
Hilda laughed her infectious laugh. "Oh I knew from the moment I first saw 
you." And she gave me another hug. "I knew you were my kind of woman." She 
added.
We showered together, and that in itself was a beautiful experience. Hilda 
had to get back home, her mum was babysitting for her, and she didn't want 
to let her down. I told her that I understood, and with a long languid kiss, 
we said our goodnights and with a promise to phone me in the morning, she 
was gone.


CHAPTER TWO

That night I slept a deep dreamless sleep, and true to her word, Hilda 
phoned the following morning, she told me to check out of the hotel and she 
would pick me up at 10.
I paid my bill and by 9.50 was waiting at the kerb for my new lover to 
arrive. Hilda was right on time as I knew she would be, and took me straight 
to her house just outside the city.
It was a large three-storey town house with a set of steps leading up to the 
front door, we went in and were greeted by her mother and daughter. Hilda 
made the introductions, "This is my mother, Martha," I shook her hand, she 
was a strikingly attractive blonde woman in her early fifties, "How do you 
do," I said. She smiled at me, "Well thank you."
"And this" said Hilda, picking the child up, "is my little rascal Heidi."
I took her daughters hand in mine, "I am very pleased to meet you Heidi." I 
said.
"Are you mamma's new girlfriend?" she asked me in almost flawless English.
Hilda and her mother laughed, and me, blushing, declined to answer.
"Come," said Hilda, "lets get rid of that bag."
I followed her up the stairs to the top floor, into a very large bedroom.
"This is my room," she told me, then added, "our room now, oh, and the 
bathroom is next door." This she said with a wink.
I dropped my bag on the bed and took her in my arms. "I have never been 
happier Hilda, do you know that?"
"I know," she said, "I feel the same, this is something really special."
We stood there in each other's arms, hugging, kissing, our hands roaming 
over each others bodies, I could feel wetness in my panties as I pulled back 
from her smiling.
"We have to save that for later," I told her, "Lets go see your mum and 
Heidi."
Downstairs Martha had a pot of coffee on the go, it smelt delicious and told 
her so. She was a lovely woman, and where she was an older version of my 
lovely Hilda, Heidi was an almost perfect younger copy. It was obvious for 
all to see that these three were mother daughter and granddaughter.
We sat in the kitchen drinking coffee, Heidi wanted to know all about 
England and the queen and stuff like that, and I was happy to oblige her. 
Martha on the other hand was more interested in me, had I been married, did 
I have children, what did I do for a living?
Eventually Hilda interrupted, "Enough you two," she told them, "Jane's not 
here to be interrogated." And we all laughed, this was a really happy 
household and I felt so much at home.
After lunch, Hilda, Heidi and I went for a canal cruise, it was a lovely day 
and we saw much that the other two had never seen before. It's the same back 
in England, when was the last time I went to visit the Tower of London, and 
its right on my doorstep?
When we got back to the house, Hilda took Heidi upstairs to get her ready 
for a birthday party later that afternoon. Martha and I sat in the kitchen 
chatting over a fresh pot of coffee.
"I can't get over how well everybody speaks English so well," I told her
"Oh," she said, "Most Dutch people speak fluent English, and many of us 
speak German and French too, it seems to be our national talent, languages."
"Of course," she went on, "being multi lingual was always useful for me, as 
it is now for Hilda." I looked at her.
"You do know how Hilda earns her living don't you?" she asked.
"Oh that, yes, she told me more or less as soon as we met," I told her.
"And you don't mind?"
"Why should I mind? Although, it was a bit of a surprise for me at first."
Martha laughed again.
"Yes, of course, you English, you are so stuffy." She was absolutely right 
of course, and I had to agree with her.
She then asked, "Did Hilda tell you, its how I used to earn a living too?"
"Well not in so many words," I replied, "but she did tell me you advised her 
in the line of work." I let my sentence trail off.
"Ah yes, the specialisation, you're correct of course, I advised her to go 
that route, its where the big money is, its much safer, and it certainly 
worked for me."
Her frankness was still hard to accept, but by now I was totally engrossed 
in our conversation.
"What are you saying Martha?"
Her eyes locked on mine, "Jane dear, the toilet scenes, I told her to get 
into it, I taught her everything she knows, its where the big money is."
I was shocked on hearing this.
Martha continued, "Of course, the main difference between the two of us is, 
my clientele were exclusively rich women, whereas Hilda has both men and 
women as her clients."
I took a mouthful of coffee as I tried to take in what Martha had just told 
me. I felt her hand on my knee under the table and almost dropped my cup.
"Judging by the look on Hilda's face, you obviously share her interests."
Now I was really shocked!
"I, I, I think that's between Hilda and me," I stammered.
Martha smiled at me, "Jane, there are no secrets in this house." And 
squeezed my knee harder.
I was still blushing when Hilda came downstairs with the newly washed and 
changed Heidi,
"Jane darling, I have to take Heidi to this birthday party, do you mind?"
"Don't be silly, why should I mind?"
"Well, its about half hour from here, so I thought I would hang around to 
bring her home, I'll be a couple of hours a least." She was obviously 
uncomfortable with the situation, and was reluctant to leave me.
"Hilda, you are being silly, I am perfectly happy for you to go, I'll be 
fine till you get back, I promise." A look of relief swept her lovely face.
"Ok, in which case, we're off." With that, she bent down and gave me a long 
lingering kiss on my lips. I reached up behind her head and pulled her down 
to me. I could hear little Heidi laughing, "There," I heard her say, "I knew 
you were momma's new girlfriend."
As they went out of the door, Hilda turned to her mother, with a wicked grin 
on her face, "Momma," she said, "Hands off!"
Martha just sat there and laughed.
For a few minutes, Martha and I sat there in silence, each waiting for the 
other to speak. I had so many thoughts rushing through my mind, I didn't 
know where to begin, but it was Martha who broke the silence.
"Hilda never knew her father," she told me, "he abandoned us before she was 
born."
"Oh that's awful," was all I could think to say.
"Not so awful my dear Jane," she continued, "it brought the two of us much 
closer together."
Then Martha dropped her bombshell, "Hilda and I have been lovers since she 
was a toddler!"
I couldn't believe my ears.
She smiled at my disbelief, "I read somewhere that nannies used to 
masturbate their charges to get them to sleep, I tried it with Hilda when 
she was about three, and it worked"
I was speechless.
"I did that for about a year, every night, playing with her little pussy and 
clit till she dropped off, it never failed."
"But surely...." I began, but she put her finger to my lips.
"Shhhhhh, Jane, its important that you know what goes on in this house" She 
smiled and continued, "After about a year, I began to use my tongue on her, 
I couldn't resist it, and to tell the truth, little Hilda love it too. Can 
you imagine the joy of sucking and licking such a lovely young cunt?"
"Yes I could," I thought to myself and closed my eyes, picturing the scene.
"Anyway," Martha went on, "it wasn't long before Hilda was asking me to do 
it to her just for the fun of it. 'Mama,' she would say, 'would you kiss my 
peepee?' Of course I was always happy to oblige my darling little girl. Then 
one day, out of the blue, she asked if she could do it to me, from then on, 
we became lovers in the truest sense of the word."
I opened my eyes and looked over at Martha, she was gently kneading her 
breast as she spoke, her other hand was out of sight, under the table, 
obviously stroking her cunt, as was mine!
"I taught her everything, and she was such a good pupil," she told me, "She 
would love to fist me, suck my cunt, and especially loved to play with my 
arse, licking it and pushing her fingers in as far as they would go."
My hand was inside my panties by now, trailing my fingers through the 
soaking wet folds of my cunt.
Martha's looked to be even busier as she continued with her story, "By now I 
was working full time as a prostitute, bringing my clients here when Hilda 
was either at school or sleeping. Bearing in mind they were all women, 
several used to take quite an interest in her, and would often put money in 
her money box."
She stopped to undo her blouse, she reached into her bra and lifted out her 
breasts and with a long sigh I watched as she pulled and pinched at her 
nipples.
She continued with her story, "I had one client, her name was Victoria, she 
was a widow in her mid 60's and she was heavily into toilet sex. She would 
get here just after Hilda had left for school, and the first thing she would 
ask was if I had been yet. I would have to piss in her mouth, then shit in 
her mouth, she was magnificent, always ate every morsel, it would make me so 
hot watching her. Then I would have to lick her lips and teeth clean of my 
shit, which I loved. She would then lick my arse clean before pissing and 
shitting on my face and breasts."
I couldn't hold back, her story had got me so turned on I was about to cum! 
"Oh Martha, I'm cumminggggg, Oh God, yessssssssssssssssss!"
"Cum my dear, that's right cum for me," I heard her say as I shook and 
trembled through my orgasm. I sat back in the chair, my fingers still in my 
cunt, looking across at Martha's beautiful naked breasts.
"Good?" she asked.
"Wonderful!" I replied, smiling.
"Where was I?" She asked, "Oh yes, Victoria would then shit on my breasts 
and face, and when she was done, would eat it from me. We would end up in 
the 69 position, her with a mouth full of shit, licking my cunt and then 
pissing into my mouth as I came. She was a wonderful client. I miss her so 
much."
I could see by the look on her face that Martha was almost coming too.
I knelt on the floor between her outstretched legs, watching her hand move 
inside her panties.
"Oh Jane, I'm so close," she cried out, and I saw a wet patch form in the 
cotton of her panties as her bladder emptied, and her piss began to seep 
through and run to the floor.
"Now! Now! Yessssssss," she was bucking against her hand as her orgasm 
started, I was transfixed by the sight of her piss streaming out from her 
panties. Suddenly my senses were overwhelmed by the by the strong smell of 
shit.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAh, yesssssssssssssssssssssssss," she cried and I realised 
that as she came, she had shit herself. I buried my face in the crotch of 
her piss soaked panties and breathed in the wonderful smells. Her shit was 
oozing out from under her, staining the white cotton briefs a deep shade of 
brown. Some of her shit had pushed out from under the elastic and I licked 
at it, tasting its wonderful flavour.
"Oh God Jane, I just love to shit when I come, don't you?" she asked.
I looked up at this wonderful woman, and told her, "Martha, until last 
night, I had never even thought of shit and sex at the same time."
"But now....?"
"But now," I said, "Now I love it," and buried my face into her crotch 
again.
"Mmmmmmmm," Martha stroked my hair, "I could sit her like this forever."
"Me too," I replied dreamily, gently licking at her shit once more.
She went back to her story. "One day," she continued, "completely out of the 
blue, Victoria told me that she would pay a kings ransom to be able to drink 
Hilda's piss and eat her shit! I tell you, I couldn't believe my ears at 
first, and Victoria saw the look of horror on my face. She told me not to 
get worried, she didn't want Hildai involved, just her piss and shit, then 
went on to explain to me, if I could get her to use a potty, then she, 
Victoria would pay handsomely for it, so I agreed. After all business was 
business. The next time Victoria paid me a visit, I had persuaded Heidi to 
use her potty instead of the toilet, and there waiting for my client was 
about half a litre of bright yellow and piss and three lovely dark brown 
turds. Oh Jane, she was in heaven and drank the piss almost immediately, 
loving every drop. As for Hilda's turds, I had to feed them to her one by 
one, and for each one I fed her, she came. Believe me that was the easiest 
money I ever earned. In fact it became a regular feature for her, so much so 
that I changed Hilda's, diet getting her to produce bigger, fatter and 
richer turds for when Victoria visited. She still had me piss and shit for 
her, and continued to piss and shit over me, but Heidi's were the icing on 
the cake."
Martha stopped and gently pushed my head away from her crotch, I watched her 
as she stood up and removed her shit stained panties. Once again the smell 
of shit overpowered me as she dangled them in front of my face. I grabbed 
them and tried to stuff them into my mouth, I wanted more of her shit, I 
couldn't get enough. I heard her gentle laugh as she watched my attempts to 
eat her panties. The soft gobbets of shit slid easily down my throat as I 
searched for more, when I had finally eaten everything that was in her 
briefs, she asked if I wanted to lick her clean. Of course I did!
She turned round and bent over, her arse in my face, it was a beautiful 
sight, smothered in what looked like a thick brown paste. I covered her 
buttocks in kisses before burying my face between them, sucking her shit 
into my mouth as I did so. The taste, the smell, the texture, it was all so 
wonderful and I knew I could never get enough. When at last, I had 
thoroughly cleaned her, Martha took my hand and drew me to my feet, she 
gently kissed my shitty mouth, probing me with her tongue, obviously 
enjoying her own taste. The kiss ended and she looked at me, stroking my 
face softly, murmuring words in Dutch to me.
"Oh Jane, I am so glad you are here," she told me, "You are going to be so 
good for Hilda, in fact you are going to be good for us all."
She paused for a moments thought, "There is only one problem tho."
"What's that?" I whispered.
"Hilda is going to have to share my shit with you from now on!" And 
playfully smacking me
on the behind ran off for a shower.


As usual, comments are most welcome, especially from other ladies sharing 
this interest.
Durtylady@hotmail.com



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