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A SPECIAL MEAL

Donna hurried for, within two hours, Melissa would come over and
together they would begin preparations for their evening meal.  Donna
blushed at the thought as she went into the bathroom and started the
bath water. At 31, Donna was still a very beautiful woman, full
rounded breasts tipped with ever-erect nipples, a narrow waist and a
flat tummy, luscious hips that pushed back into a beautiful bottom,
all firm and well rounded.  In the front, between her thighs, a tight
lipped pussy that always seemed to be wet.  Donna ran her fingers
across and around it, realizing she would need to shave it again
before Melissa got there.  She took out her razor and began soaping
her mons and on down along the sides of her pussy.  It took only a few
minutes to shave her crotch and she didn’t nick herself doing it.
Putting the razor and cream back in the vanity, she hurriedly dumped a
perfumed powder into the bath water before settling into its luxurious
warmth.  She just reclined a few minutes, letting the warmth take away
all her day’s weariness.  She thought of Melissa again and hurriedly
picked up the bar of soap and began lathering her body.  And as a
thousand times before, when she got to her pussy, she built a raging
fire within.  Why did it happen to her this way?  Laying the bar of
soap aside, she picked up the nozzle of her spray and began to rinse
her body, standing knee deep in water.  Pulling the plug in the tub,
she began toweling herself, again paying especial attention to that
magical spot between her legs.
Then, leaving the bathroom, Donna went into her bedroom and took
out a bra and panties, a light pink pair.  She wondered if Melissa
would be wearing any underwear tonight as she hooked her bra in place,
cupping her breasts in its prison.  Then, pulling on her pink pair of
panties, she turned to the mirror.  First she began piling her hair in
a loose fashion, for she would attend to it later, before Melissa
arrived.  Selecting a vivid fuchsia dressing down, she modeled it
before the mirror, pulling and tugging at it in various places before
she was completely satisfied with the lay of it.
Then she sat at the mirrored vanity in the bedroom and began the
long arduous chore of putting her make-up on and styling her hair.
She selected a deep red for a lipstick to match her evening gown.  She
went through a full forty-five minutes in this make-up, to make
everything perfect before she started her final touch, applying a
spray to her raven hair.  She stood up and reached for her perfume
bottle and quickly pulled her dress up and pulled her panties down to
her knees and applied a light touch to each lip as well as to her
mons.  Then, bending over, she touched her anus twice with the spray,
then ran her fingers across the sprayed area to diffuse the fragrance.
Pulling up her panties, she let her dress fall and twirled before the
mirror.  Perfect, she thought, but I hope Melissa likes it.
She went into the living room, peeking out of the front blinds.
Then she went into the kitchen and broke ice to chill a bottle of
White Zinfandel and put them together in the cooler.  She twirled the
bottle back and forth a few times when she heard a car door slam in
her driveway.  She again hurried into the front room, checking her
make-up in a hall mirror before rushing to the front door.   The
doorbell rang just as she was entering the front room and she lithely
crossed the room and opened the door.
There stood Melissa, a 22 year old beauty, a platinum blond.
Standing to the side, Donna’s eyes devoured this young blond coming
in, wearing a dressing gown, a coral gown that matched her lipstick.
“Oooh sweetheart, that gown is divine on you.  Where did you get
it?”
“I ordered it just for you, I knew you’d like it,” and the two of
them went into a kiss, a long french kiss with their tongues attacking
each others.
“What were you planing for supper, sweetheart?” Melissa smiled
warmly.
Donna flushed a bright red, “I was planning on lobster for you, and
a light salad.”
“Sounds wonderful, shall we start?  I’m famished,” Melissa took
Donna’s hand and they again went into a kiss.  Then, breaking apart,
they started for the kitchen where both Donna and Melissa began
preparing the meal together. During the preparations of the meal, both
went again into a kiss only this time Donna felt Melissa’s breasts
beneath the gown several times, trying to see if Melissa was wearing
any underwear.
“Hungry?” Melissa smiled at Donna.
Again Donna colored but nodded her head yes.
“I think our supper is about done.  I have spent a lot of time
preparing your half of the meal, it has been baking for hours.”
Again Donna colored but she didn’t take her eyes off this lovely
creature, and she cupped Melissa’s butt in her hands.  “I know you’ve
been preparing my meal for hours. I can hardly wait.”
When she had first broached Melissa about her dream, Melissa had
fooled her, agreeing to it rather easily, although she did ask several
embarassing questions about it.  Donna had done her best to answer
straight forward, blushing nearly the whole time they discussed it,
and thiat talk had lasted a good half hour before a date was set up
for this dinner.  And now it was almost upon them and Donna was about
to live out this dirty, filthy dream of hers.  Just the thought of it
sent shivers up and down her spine.
Donna moved the wine cooler into the dining room and set out plates
for the two of them.  She then set out two champagne glasses and laid
out silverware, sterling silver for such an exciting occasion.  Going
back into the kitchen, Melissa was putting on an apron in preparation
of taking the lobster out of the pot.  Then, taking the lobster out of
the pot, she carried it on a tray into the dining room where Donna was
pouring Melissa’s White Zinfandel into the glass beside her plate.
Melissa sat down at her plate and waited for Donna to take her seat.
Once Donna had seated herself, looking across the table at Melissa,
they remained in this position for several moments until Melissa took
the lobster off the tray and placed it on her plate.  Then she added a
blue cheese dressing to her salad and took a small sip of her wine.
Her eyes raised to Donna then and their eyes remained locked for
several more moments until Melissa pushed back her chair and stood up,
again looking across the table at her love.  Then slowly, Melissa
stood up in the chair and stepped up on the lace table-cloth and
stepped across right in front of Donna.  Melissa jutted her hips
forward and began to slowly, teasingly raise her gown.  At once Donna
realized she had been right, Melissa had not been wearing any
underwear , just a regular pair of nylon hose, attached to a garter
belt.
Donna picked up her champagne glass and raised it, placing its lip
right against Melissa’s pussy lips.  Melissa pushed the glass into a
different position.  “My aim is not to good,” she said and she began
pissing into Donna’s glass.  Their eyes remained locked for only the
briefest of moments and Melissa looked down at her piss splashing into
the glass.  When she had filled the glass approximately three-quarters
of the way, she stopped urinating and Donna took the glass down and
took a sip of the warm, salty liquid.
Once Donna had set the glass down, Melissa slowly turned her back
and squatted down right over Donna’s plate, the cheeks of her ass
widely spread, her asshole plainly in Donna’s view. After a few more
moments, Melissa started grunting and her asshole began to dilate,
bigger and bigger.  Donna was amazed at the size of the young woman’s
asshole and couldn’t tear her eyes away.  When it had spread out
approximately an inch and a half, Donna caught the sight of a brown
log slowly oozing out of the overly-extended orifice.  A nearly silent
fart escaped, the pungent odor assailing Donna’s nostrils, in a wave
of what was coming.  Slowly, ever so slowly,
the young blond was shitting on Donna’s plate!
Donna was mesmerized by this filthy spectacle.  As more and more
slid out, it slid out faster until it fell in a lump on her plate.
Slightly curved, it lay moistly on Donna’s plate in one piece,
approximately eight inches long and an inch and a half in thickness.
Melissa looked back at Donna and Donna colored.  Melissa stood up,
stepped across the table and stepped down on the chair and then the
floor.  Turning to face the table, Melissa sat down again and pulled
the chair up to the table, all the while gazing warmly at Donna across
the table who was alternating her stare from the log of filth in her
plate to Melissa’s face.
Melissa picked up her knife and fork, “Darling, you’d better get to
eating.  I’m sure that turd is not as warm as my lobster meat.”
Donna blushed but picked up her knife and fork and set the tines of
the fork into the firmer end of the turd and began using her knife to
slice about an inch off of this dirty, dirty left-over food.
Naturaly, it sliced through easily and, laying the knife down, Donna
started the nasty food towards her mouth, but stopped when about
halfway to her mouth to look up at Melissa.  Melissa was watching her
as she chewed her own lobster meat.  Donna then raised the shit to her
mouth, opened her mouth and slipped the mouthful into her mouth,
closing her lips and pulling the fork out.  For several seconds, Donna
just held it in her mouth before she began to chew.  Melissa was
watching her chew, once, twice, three times before she stopped, her
taste buds rebelling against this strange taste.  Donna started
chewing again, pushing the mouthful of shit all around in her mouth
with her tongue.  When she had chewed it eight times, it was
completely dissolved and she swished it around once in her mouth
before swallowing.  Again picking up her knife and fork, she sliced
off another piece and put it quickly into her mouth and began chewing.
She looked across at Melissa, who had a warm smile on her face which
made Donna flush right down to her toes.  She only chewed this bite
seven times before it to turned into a warm brown slime.  Once Donna
swallowed this filthy mess, a brown trickle started at the corner of
her mouth and she picked up her napkin to wipe it away.  Once she
wiped the scum away, she looked at it and Melissa said, “It looks like
my toilet paper.”
Again Donna sliced off another piece, now much softer, and popped
it into her mouth and began chewing.  Melissa noticed Donna’s eyes
starting to glaze over as she chewed, getting more and more glazed
with heat until Donna’s face clinched up as if in pain, her teeth
gritting together and she began to moan.  Her whole body quivered in
excited lust for several seconds before she slowly regained her
composure and swallowed the vile lump in her mouth and wiped her
mouth.
“Did you just have an orgasm?” Melissa asked, unbelieving.
“Yes,” Donna rasped.
“You must like that nasty taste of my shit,” Melissa smiled.
“I can’t believe I just had an orgasm eating your shit!  I love
the taste of your shit, darling.”
“Keep eating, you’ve only eaten about half of it,” Melissa pointed
at her shit.
Again Donna sliced off a yet softer piece and popped it into her
mouth and began chewing, although it would have melted in her mouth in
no time. She ate the complete turd in 20 minutes and she had to wipe
her mouth several times.
“Are you ready for dessert now?” Melissa asked.
“Yes, what did you plan?”
“How about a scoop of ice cream?  And I can give you some nice
chocolate syrup for it. Would you like that?” Melissa grinned and
pushed back her chair and went out into the kitchen to find a scoop
and a box of ice cream in the deep freeze.  Bringing the ice cream
back with bowls, she placed one scoop in each bowl before climbing
back up on the table.  She squatted down over Donna’s bowl and began
to poop out a thick slimy goo, coating Donna’s ice cream.  Once the
scoop of ice cream was coated, Melissa got down off the table.
Donna picked up her spoon, her eyes riveted to her dessert and
again, slowly she lowered her spoon and took out a spoonful of this
filthy mess.  Putting it in her mouth, she just rotated it around in
her mouth until it dissolved and she swallowed.  She scooped out the
shit-flavored ice cream in bite after bite as her eyes locked on
Melissa’s.  Finally, Donna finished her dirty dessert.  Picking up her
glass, she drained Melissa’s piss down her throat, washing the brown
scum away.
“How about some coffee now?  We can take it in the front room,”
Melissa stood.
Donna stood and picked up her coffee urn and together they went
into the front room. Turning the lights out, Donna began lighting two
candles on the coffee table and then poured the two cups of coffee.
Raising, Melissa moved Donna’s cup over to the side of the table
and squatted over the cup, dumping about five tablespoons of poop into
Donna’s cup.  Then, walking around the table, she took up her own cup.
Donna picked up the cup and sipped this steaming, polluted liquid,
facing Melissa.
“Oh, this tastes dreamy,” Donna exclaimed and took another sip.
The two ladies sipped the remainder of their coffee until Donna asked,
“May I lick and suck your asshole now?”
“You want more?” Melissa asked, disbelieving.  “You know what will
happen if you suck too hard.”
“You have more?” Donna asked, the excitement evident in her voice.
“I saved it up just for this occasion,” Melissa admitted.  “I
think I now know a great deal about you.  You are a submissive slut,
aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Donna admitted.
“Get down on your knees and beg me for the rest of my shit,”
Melissa pointed at the floor.
Donna searched Melissa’s face, wondering how she had ever gotten
into such a degrading
position with this young blond, and then she slid off the couch and
went to her knees.  “Please, Melissa darling, may I have more of your
shit.”
“I think you’d better call me Mistress now, now that I know what a
shit-pig you are, and you’d better do a lot better job of begging me
or I’ll not let you have any.”
“Please, Mistress Melissa, I’m begging you.  May I have more of
your shit?  Please, please.  I want it very bad, more than you’ll ever
know.  Please Mistress darling, allow me that great honor to eat more
of your shit!”
“That’s much better,” Melissa laid out on the couch, face down,
hiking her gown up over her waist.  “For that good job of begging, I
will allow you to worship my delicate shit-hole with your lips and
tongue.  But lick it clean first and then I’ll allow you to suck poop
right out of my shit-hole.”
At once, Donna parted Melissa’s buttocks and whispered ‘thank you’
to Melissa as she found her anal pucker with her tongue and began
licking at it, reveling in it’s vile, bitter taste.  She licked at it
for fifteen minutes until, “Mistress, I’ve licked your asshole clean.
May I suck it now?”
“You may suck it now but don’t be surprised if you get a couple of
big mouthfuls of shit.  As I explained to you earlier, I saved it up.”
Donna lowered her mouth to the anal pucker and closed her lips
around the hole, making a tight suction and she began to suck real
hard.  Before long she felt Melissa’s asshole start to open and felt
and tasted the tube of soft shit pass between her lips.  Once she got
her mouth filled, she broke the suction loose and began chewing the
vile soft slime and swallowed it almost immediately and replaced her
mouth back on Melissa’s asshole and began sucking again.  She sucked
out two more lumps of the brown slime, eating it before she was able
to suck out any more and began licking the darling asshole again.
She licked another ten minutes before Melissa pushed her aside,
“You think I’m made of shit?
Donna started to get up but Melissa stopped her, “Repeat after me
…. I am a low, filthy slut who loves to eat shit.”
“I am a low, filthy slut who loves to eat shit,” Donna repeated.
“That you will eat my shit any time I come over here.”
“I will eat your shit any time you come over here,” Donna repeated.
“That should do it, except for one thing.  Stay right there on your
knees.  Don’t move,” and Melissa started for the kitchen.  She
returned with Donna’s shit-stained paper napkin.
“Here, eat this dirty napkin,” Melissa started stuffing it into
Donna’s mouth.  Once it was all stuffed in her mouth, Donna closed her
mouth and began chewing the napkin, coated with many slimy steaks and
trails.  She swallowed heavily several times to get it all down, her
eyes never leaving Melissa’s.
That started a new and exciting affair for Donna, at times very
difficult for her, but for her new Mistress, Melissa, she would do
anything, and … she proved it in the days that followed.


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