Natasha part one
By Will Adams
Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was a very nasty young lady.
However, calling her a lady was a step or two above what she was. In
actuality, she was a bitch.
Moreover, this was before she had ever had sex with anyone other than
herself, When Natasha was twelve, she had found the joys of Internet sex.
At first, it was just the regular hard-core sites, but as time passed she
focused on the lesbian sites. She was learning that she was a dominant
lesbian and that she would become one of the foulest ever. In particular,
she liked the website lesbianfetishes.com.
A little about Natasha, she was a raven-haired sexpot with a stunning body
for a 13-year-old. A 36C chest, sculpted abdomen, long, tan and sexy legs,
she looked much older than her 13 years. And her sexual attitude was much
older as well.
She eventually was very focused on the tales and photos of domination of
older women by teens and young women. She really got off in masturbating
herself thinking about a middle-aged woman worshipping her beautiful body
and snatch. Moreover, she started to focus on the really nasty stories by
Karen in which women used other women as toilets for their piss and shit.
The thought of shitting in another, older woman's mouth while the older
woman orgasmed from the experience would throw her into an orgasm at every
turn. She decided she couldn't wait for something to happen and so she was
going to make it happen.
She dutifully researched the nastiest potential lesbian bars in her
hometown of San Francisco and settled on one called The Litter Box. An
appropriate name, she thought, for what I intend to do there with some of
these older cunts. She had already developed a philosophy about the sluts
she was about to enslave to her particular brand of perversity.
'I'm going to treat them as worthless pieces of shit, worthless whores who
only exist to serve me in any sexual deviation I can think of. I couldn't
give a shit about their wishes, desires, hopes or dreams. They'll fall in
love with me and I won't care at all. I don't care what happens to them as
long as they worship my glorious body and everything that comes out of it.'
Natasha settled on a Friday night, she was secretly hoping to spend the
entire weekend abusing some poor older slob of a slut. She made up a story
about spending the night with a friend and kissed her mother goodbye.
Natasha had a passing thought as her Mom kissed her that she might one day
turn her mother into one of her sluts. Her Mom, at 38, was still a
good-looking babe and would make a fine addition to a stable of slut
whores.
Natasha went to the garage and changed into her 'working' outfit. She wore
a micro, vinyl skirt that barely covered her black-haired bush, net
stockings held up with garters. She threw on a raincoat over the top and
headed for the bus stop. She had lined it up to take the 35 bus that
stopped a block from the lesbo bar. She had read, she thought as she rode
the bus, that the nastiest, most perverted lesbos in the Bay Area
frequented the bar, looking for a femme-domme scene to spice up their
lives.
By the time the bus stopped, she realized her panties were soaked from her
juicing in her overheated twat. She got off the bus and walked toward the
bar, full of confidence even though it wasn't even legal for her to
enter. She stepped into a small alleyway and ripped off the raincoat made
of light plastic and stowed it in her purse. She also removed her panties,
thinking, 'I won't be needing these in there and they are soaked.'
Natasha boldly moved through the front door, half-expecting to be carded
and thrown out, but her makeup, body and outfit pretty much fooled
everyone. The diesel dyke bartender/part owner had one passing thought of
carding the young beauty, but then thought 'What the hell, she's the kind
of pussy that draws these older whores in here. I'll just let it go and
face any consequences.'
Getting by the first test, Natasha walked to the bar, hiked her boot up on
the rung of a bar stool and ordered a gin and tonic. The bull dyke
bartender put the drink down and said 'Welcome sweetie, you're new here
aren't you?'. Natasha didn't blink as she said 'Yes, it's my first time
here, but I hope to become a regular. I understand some of the most
worthless piece of shit whores come in here for action. If you know any
that want the total perversity experience, send them my way, I can dish it
out.' The bull dyke, whose name was Nell, was hit pretty hard by the
ferocity of the young tart's language, but she had heard worse, not very
often though.
'Well,' Nell said, 'there are some gals who come in here looking for that
type of treatment. In fact, Alice Burns over there is one of them.'
Natasha followed Nell's gaze to find it led to a dirty-blonde-haired women
in her mid forties and who still held up pretty well. Nell caught Alice's
eye and crooked a finger toward her. Alice came over in a bit of a hurry.
Up close, Natasha could see that Alice had been around the block, but her
makeup still allowed her pretty face to show through. Alice looked like
she was carrying an extra 15-20 pounds, but other than that was a fairly
decent looker.
As Alice arrived, Nell said, 'Hey Alice sweetie, meet Natasha. I think
she's got the stuff you want.' Alice coolly appraised the gorgeous young
hottie and said, 'Pleased to meet you Natasha.' While those niceties were
going on, Natasha was lighting up a menthol long cigarette and she inhaled
and then blew the smoke directly into Alice's face.
Alice said, 'Thank you mistress.'
SCORE! thought Natasha, I've captured my first slut whore and it was soooo
easy.
Alice continued, 'I'm honored to receive anything from you mistress.'
Natasha continued without missing a beat. 'If you'd like some now, let's
go into the bathroom, it's an appropriate spot for what I have in mind for
you.' Alice said, 'As you wish mistress.'
Once inside the old, smelly bathroom, the dominant bitch in Natasha took
over. 'Strip you worthless cunt and begin your lessons as my whore,'
Natasha said. Alice quickly complied and soon was stark naked in front of
her teenage mistress. Natasha continued, 'On your knees twat, the games
begin.' Alice slid to her knees in front of her young and brand new owner.
'Get prepared,' Natasha said, 'to receive the second of your gifts from my
body.' Alice stared up at the young beauty as Natasha snuffled in through
her nose; drawing loogies into her throat, then mixed it easily with her
saliva, and then hocked a huge, booger filled spit wad into the older
slut's face. The filth hit Alice low on the forehead and slowly slid down
between her eyes and over her nose, breaking neatly in half to slide onto
both of Alice's cheeks.
Again, Alice responded, 'Thank you mistress.'
'Now you worthless cowcunt,' Natasha said, 'Tell me just how worthless you
are and why I should spend one minute with you.'
Alice shuddered as she watched Natasha begin to remove her tank top and
short skirt and leave only her stockings, garter and boots on. Alice was
in heaven, loving looking at the nubile young body of her new mistress and
realizing she was in for an evening of the type of degradation she loved.
Alice was married, but had long ago lost any interest in cock. Five years
earlier, the 47-year-old woman had finally acted on her impulses to be
sexually degraded by younger women and started hanging around the pussy
loving Litter Box and having sex with younger women. She didn't know how
young Natasha was, but she expected she wasn't yet the required 21 years
for admittance into the lesbian bar. But, damn she looked fine, Alice
thought. Alice, totally turned on and on her knees, worshipfully looking
up at the near naked body of her new owner, was shuddering in anticipation
of the humiliation to be dished out by this delightful younger woman. She
had to calm herself or she might orgasm just thinking about it. She
couldn't help but wonder just what sort of paces the dominant younger woman
was going to put her through. She knew, however, that she was in a really
nasty mood and hoped for the full submissive's treatment. And then she
began to describe herself.
'Dear Mistress Natasha, I am a worthless turd, living only to please you.
I know that in all likelihood, you could care less about me or what I want
and that's what I love, to be treated with total disdain and to be
humiliated and dominated. I am not even worth having you treat me this way
and I can only hope it gives you some slight pleasure to abuse me so that I
can continue to receive your bodily fluids and gifts.'
Natasha thought Alice must have done that before because the words were
music to the ears of the young dominatrix. It was at that moment that
Natasha realized that she WAS going to take a shit in this older whore's
mouth, using it as a human toilet. That realization, while almost sending
her into an uncontrollable climax, was a wonder to her. Here I am, she
thought, and I get to do exactly what I came in here for. Beautiful.
My God, thought Natasha, here I am a 13-year-old girl preparing to use
another, older woman, as a shithole. Should I tell her I'm going to shit
in her mouth? No thought Natasha, she probably knows it, but I'll keep her
guessing, it will keep her even more turned on. But, Natasha mused; I
think I will foreshadow what's going to happen to her.
'Very good shithole,' Natasha said aloud. With those words, Alice knew her
fate was sealed, knew she would be munching on a turd or turds from this
haughty young girl. And just the thought of that delightful shit meal was
enough to send her into orgasm. Natasha watched in glee as Alice shuddered
through her orgasm.
'So, shithole, just thinking about your fate is enough to make you orgasm,
well, then let's get on with some of the fun,' Natasha said.
Alice had only munched turds five times in her lesbo life, the latest
coming more than a year ago. She loved it though, but it wasn't something
you asked everyone to do. Many were turned off by the experience of using
a woman as a craphole.
Natasha looked at the slut in front of her with newfound interest,
realizing the whore was a scat fan. Natasha looked at Alice, who had her
booger filled loogie resting on her cheeks, and thought, 'What a slut, and
she's mine for the evening.'
'Now,' Natasha said, 'get over here and lay down on your back, I'm going to
have you eat my twat and asshole.'
Alice did as commanded and she looked up from her spit-covered face at the
beautiful body above her, and asked:
'Please Mistress Natasha, use me as you will, I have only one question, How
old are you really?'.
Natasha thought about lying, but knew there was no need to worry that Alice
would run away: Alice was hooked and Natasha knew it.
'I just turned 13,' Natasha cooed, 'how do you like it?'.
Alice spasmed through her second orgasm of the evening, both without ever
being touched. She was indeed enjoying her time with the teen dominatrix.
'As always Mistress, I'm honored to be in your presence,' Alice said as she
gazed longingly up the long, sexy legs of the teen hottie standing above
her.
'Here comes the stuff you worship,' Natasha said as she lowered her
genitalia towards Alice's face. 'Open your mouth wide to receive your next
treat.'
Natasha lowered her pussy to Alice's face and settled her urethra opening
over the submissive older woman's wide-open mouth.
As Natasha settled, she realized she was fulfilling one of her dreams,
using an older bitch as a urinal. And, she found it interesting that she
really didn't give a shit about Alice, only about her own pleasure. She
didn't really care if Alice drowned in her piss.
Natasha found it easy to open the floodgates and began pissing down whore
Alice's throat. Natasha knew that it was being swallowed as none bubbled
out as she flooded the other woman's mouth. Natasha found it fulfilling
that her urine was now firmly ensconced in Alice's stomach. 'How great,'
thought Natasha, 'that her stomach is my toilet.'
Alice, for her part, was trembling through her third orgasm in the stinky
bathroom, serving faithfully as a toilet and thinking ahead to the chunkier
meal she would soon be served by the young tart now urinating down her
throat.
Natasha lifted a little after urinating and said, 'Ok, shithole, get ready
to lick my asshole.'
Alice watched as Natasha shifted and brought her bunghole forward for some
service. She loved it as the young girl's sphincter settled on her mouth
and she began French kissing the wrinkled hole. And for Natasha, it was
heaven. As a first test, she decided to tease Alice a little and as her
tummy rumbled, she prepared to unload a huge fart down the older woman's
esophagus.
Her sphincter began to unfold and Alice knew something was coming but was a
little surprised when the bean burrito inspired gas ball from Natasha's
asshole hurtled into her mouth and filled her lungs with the gaseous fumes.
'Fabulous,' said an exhilarated Natasha, 'I didn't know if I could actually
accomplish that, but it's great to use this slut as a gas bag.'
'Now' Natasha said, 'are you ready for your shit meal? If so, beg for it.'
Then Natasha lifted her bunghole off Alice's mouth to give her space to beg
and plead Alice did.
'Oh please dear Mistress Natasha,' Alice said through a passion-dried
voice, 'please deliver your shit into my foul, sewer mouth. Give your crap
to me and treat me like the debased whore I am. My only purpose in life
now is to serve as a human toilet for your delightful and tasty shit.
Please, please, please take a full dump in my mouth and I'll flush it down
to my stomach.'
And so the big moment finally arrived. Natasha was more than ready and
began to push hard to empty her colon into the waiting shit bag's mouth.
Alice saw it coming; the end of a brown, stinking turd poked out of
Natasha's rectum and began to descend towards her mouth. It touched her
lips and Alice opened wide to receive the ropy column of shit. Natasha had
certainly prepared this shit meal well and she ended up depositing about
six inches of shit meat down Alice's throat and laid another 8 inches of
turd that slowly exited her crap tunnel and wound around Alice's face.
Natasha stood up and looked down as the whore ate her foul meal. Alice's
eyes were glazed over and she was in another orgasm. Once she had consumed
the crap meal, she thanked Natasha and told her, 'Anytime you want to
repeat that, I'll be there.'
Natasha had also finally orgasmed from the excitement, dressed and left the
bar, excited tremendously at what had happened and looking forward to other
repeat performances with other slutty older women.
