Landlord Needs a Deposit

First try at a story. Maybe too much exposition and not enough scat. You can decide!

My second weirdest sexual experience happened when I was a senior in college.

I was the end of my senior year, in early June. I was taking my last exams and was soon to start a new job in another city. For the last two years I rented a place off campus. It was an old au pair suite, a single room attached to a large house, with its own entrance, a few kitchen appliances, and a bathroom -- perfect for a student. I gave my landlord notice that I would be vacating at the end of the month, and she gave me a checklist of stuff to do before moving out if I wanted my deposit back.

The landlord was an older lady, and the owner of the house. I'd guess she was in her early 60s. She was a bit on the curvy side, with medium length gray hair she made no attempt to disguise, nor any makeup I could detect. She was strict about paying rent on time but good about keeping the place in order -- a tradeoff I was happy to accept. I don't know if she had always been single, or was divorced, or widowed -- I never asked and she never volunteered. I do know she was not a prude -- one time I had my girlfriend overnight, which is against the terms of the lease. The next day she flagged me down. She rather sternly reminded me of the 'no overnight visitors' policy, but as I turned away she added "I'm not trying to put a crimp in your love life. It's a problem of insurance, not morals. You're both adults and free to make your own choices, and I appreciate that - believe it or not, I was young once too. Hearing you enjoy yourselves made me horny and envious - I haven't been fucked three times in one night since well before you were born. Enjoy your youth while you can! Just not here."

It was a Tuesday in early June. I had no exams that day, my car was in the shop, and my girlfriend always worked Tuesdays. So I was home alone and it seemed like a perfect time for my own personal perversion - a scat session. While I really enjoyed the stuff my girlfriend and I did together, I also found playing with shit to be incredibly erotic, an interest she (and everyone else I knew) did not share.

I started by taking off my clothes and spreading a thick towel on the cold bathroom floor. Then I sat on the toilet and caught my morning dump in a glass bowl. The poop was large and soft, just the way I like it. The bathroom was small, with just enough room for me to lie down, with my head near the toilet and feet in the doorway. I smeared some of the shit from the bowl on my dick, which was already hard, and some on my nipples as I tweaked them. Then I held the bowl up to my mouth as I fantasized about licking the asshole of a lady who desperately needed to take a dump. I was stroking my dick as I started pouring the contents of the bowl into my mouth.

But then I heard the door open, and heard my landlady call out "Anyone home? I'm here to do the annual smoke alarm test." The prospect of being discovered in this compromising state induced immediate panic, and I started to spit the mouthful back into the bowl so I could tell her to go away. Fortunately, she could not see into the bathroom from her vantage point. But she must have heard something since she said "I'm sorry! Your car wasn't here, so I thought you were out. I'll come back later." You cannot imagine my relief at this point.

The relief only lasted a second, though, as this was followed by "Hey, are you all right?". She must have spotted my feet in the doorway as I lay on the floor of the bathroom.

I started to say "I'm fine! Please go away!" but she was already standing in the doorway looking me over. She had this 'What in the world are you doing?' look on her face for a few seconds, but then she gave a wry smile.

"I was worried you were sick or injured or fell, but you look perfectly healthy, you pervert. You're doing this on purpose, right?"

I was hideously embarrassed and said sheepishly, "Yes. Please don't tell anyone. I'll clean everything up. I promise!" She looked at me strangely for a few long seconds and then seemed to make up her mind.

"Ok, I won't tell anyone. But only if you do something for me."

"Name it. I'm quite motivated at this point."

She took a deep breath, paused for a few seconds, and continued, "When I was about your age, I was desperately horny with filthy desires. I was petrified and never admitted these thoughts to anyone. But I could not resist the urge to experiment, found it rewarding, and for the last 40 years I've played in secret just like you were doing when I walked in." She paused for a few seconds. "You don't know how hard it was for me to say that. I've kept this a secret for my whole adult life, and felt guilty the whole time. Especially when I enjoy what ought to be disgusting."

Another long pause, then "So here's what I need from you if you want me to stay silent. I'd like a quiet and non-judgmental conversation about scat sex, followed by watching you masturbate. This would ease my mind on two levels -- to speak about the strong feelings I've never been able to discuss, and then see with my own eyes that there are others who find as much pleasure in it as I do. That would be a huge relief. Can you do that? Sit and talk to me for an hour about playing with shit and how it makes you feel, then finish beating off? And for the talking part I need complete openness. If you hide anything, or don't answer out of embarrassment, or don't cooperate in any way, then our agreement is off. Is that a deal?"

I felt I had little choice. The talking part was fine, as I felt much the same way, but I told her getting hard and beating off might be a problem. I was too embarrassed to ever have masturbated in front of a girlfriend, much less while covered in filth in front of a stranger, but I promised I would try my best if she would not tell on me.

"That's all I can ask; it's a deal. Now move over, please." She sat down next to my torso with crisscrossed legs. From her closer vantage point she looked me over carefully and took a deep breath. "Let's start with how we each found our interest in scat. You go first."

"OK. I've never told this to anyone. My family was conservative, my upbringing was strict, and I accepted these values. Study came first, and I never smoked, or drank, or did anything untoward in high school. But like many kids from strict backgrounds, when I got to college and there were no constraints, the pendulum swung the other way.

"The men's dorm I was in had a stash of pornography of all kinds from the old days, and once out of the house I was free to explore the more adult side of the internet. And instead of family saying "There's a lot of disgusting stuff on the internet. Here's how to avoid it...," my classmates were saying "There's a lot of disgusting stuff on the internet! Get a load of this! Can you believe anyone would want to do that?" In some cases they were right - it still makes me cringe to the point of shuddering and closing my eyes when someone, just for fun, deliberately sticks themselves with needles.

"But other examples such as 'two girls, one cup', which grossed most people out, I found fascinating as well as disgusting. I wondered in a masochistic way what it would be like to be forced into these acts. I told myself these fantasies were awful, and tried to suppress them. But when I'd get horny, and particularly when I'd masturbate, my mind would turn of its own accord to thoughts of scat and there was nothing I could do about it.

The urgings got stronger and stronger, until I finally gave in and tried it. I was hoping that once my curiosity was satisfied, and I'd proven to myself that the practice was indeed disgusting, this abnormal obsession would go away. But to my surprise I found the smell and feel of shit very erotic, and I've continued to play with it since. That leads up to where you found me. But I know this is a minority view, to say the least, and I still feel ashamed and embarrassed about my desires. If you had not found me and been of like mind, I guarantee I'd be keeping this to myself. How about you?"

"My discovery of my dirty desires was similar but slower. Like you, I was a completely straight arrow in high school. It was not until I went to college that weird sexual thoughts began to intrude.

"My self discovery was much slower than yours and took years. I had no examples to work from, as I'm so old that this was before the internet, and the intros to sex I could find at the school or library never covered fetishes. Never the less, and despite my internal opposition, my fantasies got messier and messier. First being forced to crawl through a field of mud with my hands tied behind my back, then a field of excrement, then being a human sewer pipe for an entire apartment complex, and worse.

"These visions made me incredibly horny, but I was ashamed of them and tried to suppress them. I could never do so successfully, and the attempt only made the inevitable orgasms that much stronger when I finally gave in. Finally one day when I was alone and particularly horny, I tried playing with my own shit, and found I loved it. After that I'd get myself off by playing with my own poop whenever I was alone and had the chance.

"For about 20 years I was convinced I was the only pervert that found this kind of thing erotic, and something was seriously wrong with me. Then with the internet I found first stories, then pictures, then movies, and I realized I was not the only one. But honestly, I'm still ashamed of it. You are the first person I've ever told, and I could not have done that if I'd not seen you playing by yourself.

"Now for the next question - have you ever tried to see if your girlfriend might be interested?"

"Yes, I've tried to work up to it with ass fingering and licking, but the girls I've met are all grossed out at the prospect, even right after a shower. No chance of them licking my ass, or me licking them, much less anything messier. So I accept from my girlfriend what she's willing to give, which I enjoy very much, then play by myself to appease my dirtier urgings."

"Same here. As a girl, my boyfriends were more than happy to take me up on an offer of anal sex. But if I tried to suck them off afterwards, they'd get grossed out. 'That's disgusting! How could I kiss you after that?' Same with ass licking, no luck there, though one boyfriend would do it if we were both completely clean. Quite pleasant, much better than nothing, but it didn't satisfy my deeper urges. That's as far as I've ever gotten with a boyfriend."

We then talked about recovery time after a scat session. She said, "For me, scat is, and always has been a weird mixture of disgusting and erotic. The hornier I am, the stronger the erotic component, but once I orgasm the feeling switches back to just plain disgusting. Then my attraction to filth slowly builds up again."

"Likewise. After I get my rocks off with scat, it takes a few days until I'm aroused by the possibility again. This is different from regular sex where my interest is always there."

She replied, "For me, the buildup and letdown of scat desire happen at very different speeds. The desire slowly builds up, over a period of months, until it gets so strong I can't resist the urge to play in the grossest way possible with my own shit. This inevitably leads to a strong orgasm, but then as soon as I come down from this high, the very idea of scat play becomes completely disgusting.

"Typically I immediately throw up, especially if I swallowed any shit. I brush my teeth about 20 times, shower and scrub until my skin hurts, and swear to never, ever do such disgusting things again. Then slowly over the next few months I get more and more intrigued, and the cycle repeats. It's about once a year at my age. It was more often when I was younger."

Finally she told me her thoughts of scat on the internet. "I enjoy it. It's very arousing, I get new ideas, and I love to see that I'm not so weird, that there are other folks who experience the same perverse enjoyment of getting filthy.

"But I'm always a little skeptical. Maybe they are not using real shit, but some less disgusting substitute. Even if I see it come out of their ass, they could have just put it there. Sometimes it looks like the performers are not really into it and only doing it for the money, the clicks, or the shock value, or even worse being coerced into it. That's a huge turnoff. And even when the performers seem to enjoy scat to the point of orgasm, maybe they're faking it. So just once, I'd love to see in person someone cheerfully and enthusiastically playing with real shit until they come." She turned to me, smiled, and said, "That's where you come in."

Then her watch beeped. "Oops -- I gotta run. Time for you to show me you're really my scat soulmate. It's clear you were doing this for fun, and no one was forcing you into it. So that's covered. But I'll need to verify what you're using is real. The smell seems right, but I didn't see you fill that bowl. I better check."

With that she picked up the bowl of feces, scraped up a large finger full, and held it under her nose. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and moaned. Then she rubbed her finger across her lips and sighed, then slowly pushed the finger into her mouth as she sensually sucked the shit off it. I could see her body relax and practically melt with pleasure as she did this. The effect on me was exactly the opposite. My dick, which was soft from our long conversation, began to harden immediately, and was soon at attention.

Upon opening her eyes and seeing my rather prominent erection, she smiled. "Your shit passed the taste test, so the last step is to see you come. I can see you're off to a good start!" She started to reach for my member but stopped short. "I may be a perverted disgusting shit slut who'll do almost anything, but I draw the line at seducing a guy into betraying his girlfriend. I would love to help you out here, but would sex with me break a promise you've made to her? It'd be a lot less fun, but I could always just watch you masturbate, then double check you really came by slurping your seed. So what's the girlfriend status?"

"She'd be completely disgusted if she knew about this, but because of the shit, not me with another woman. She's not moving with me at the end of the month, and we've both agreed that we can see other people. Casual scat sex with a much older lady is not remotely what she had in mind, and if she knew she'd never touch me again, but it's not cheating."

"So we're good? This may seem a silly question at this point, but for my conscience I'd rather be explicit. Especially when foisting perverted sex onto someone a third my age."

"Yes, ma'am. You have my fucking permission."

"Very funny, but I'll take it. Let's start with a shit kiss -- it's been a fantasy of mine for more than 40 years. No poop on my blouse, please, as I don't have time to change." She giggled, "That's not a sentence I saw myself saying when I woke up this morning! But seriously, keep your shitty hands to yourself so I can stay clean."

With that, she scooped up more shit from the bowl, two fingers this time, and smeared it on my already dirty mouth. Two more fingerfuls added a thick layer to her puckered lips. Then she leaned forward and kissed me, first gently and then more urgently, and it took all my willpower not to embrace her. And when her tongue poked through the shit and into my mouth, I almost came on the spot.

As we kissed I could I feel her hand, now laden with shit from the bowl, envelop my cock. I could barely hold back, and broke off the kiss and groaned, "Holy fuck, lady! That is so hot, and feels so good! But if you keep that up, in about one more second you're gonna get semen all over that nice clean blouse!"

She smiled and said "I don't think so" as she squeezed my cock again, with shit oozing out from between her fingers.

With this my impending orgasm passed the point of no return, and I babbled, "No! Yes! I'm sorry, I can't help it, I'm gonna cum! Look out!" Instead of backing off she quickly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my shit covered cock, plunged it into her mouth as far as it would go, and sucked. Between my excitement, the amazing view, and her warm and slurping mouth, I came instantly. My hips bucked and I spewed directly into her throat and mouth. It was about the strongest orgasm I ever had and I nearly passed out. I lay there twitching and panting with my eyes closed as she milked my cock for the last few drops.

In a minute or so, she stood up, smacked her shit and semen covered lips, and grinned broadly. "That was fun! I haven't made a guy explode like that in a long, long time. Plus I got a few items off my bucket list, and I now know for sure there is at least one other pervert like me. Per our agreement, I won't mention this to anyone. Thank you so much, but I've got to go. I'm a little late already."

She stood up, quickly washed her hands and lips in my sink, and dried them on my towel, saying "Sorry, no time to rinse perfectly, you'll need to wash that...". Then as I lay there in a stupor, she stepped out and I heard a loud beep as she checked the smoke alarm. After all, that's why she stopped by.