Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. We got to church just after service started. The choir was singing as the usher showed us to a pew half way down the center aisle and on the right.
As we walked to our seats, I couldn't take my eyes off of one of the women in the choir. Seated second from the right, Stella gave me a nearly imperceptible nod as she sang. We started having sex before I got married and, to my surprise, continued soon afterward. But it was only after I was married that I learned how dirty and filthy she is -- and how much I love it. She is a sex-demon, driven by an overpowering lust to more kinky sex. It's like air to her, and she can't live without getting lots and lots of dick.
But she is also a consummate scat queen and introduced me to the nastiest, dirtiest, filthiest sex I have ever had. I long to be her toilet slave and to have her hot golden yellow piss sliding down my throat and to taste the nasty, smelly brown shit as it comes out of her big, dirty ass. She fills me with a lust I cannot deny, a lust she doesn't deprive me. I love seeing her in only panties and watching her big, black ass cheeks juggle as she walks. Sometimes she shits in her panties and pulls them down, handing me her shit-stained panties with a large turd in them.
I peel back the panty in a banana and bite off pieces of her chocolate scat to chew and swallow. She masturbates her juicy, wet pussy as I consume her filth, her fingers working feverishly in and out of her frothy pussy as she commands me to eat it all and not to waste a morsel of her nasty chocolate goodness. The air in the room fills up of the vile stench of the gases from the depths of her bowels and it's nearly overpowering but also intoxicating.
After I eat all her shit, I fuck her pussy and her ass until I cum, and she cleans her scat off of my dick with her tongue. She loves the taste of her own shit as much as I do. But I have tried to stop, perhaps out of guilt or perhaps out of the knowledge that my lust for her scat is out of control; or that she's controlling me and my filthy desire. I've avoided her calls at work or her text.
