Ms. Wellington by Karen
Ms. Wellington
Warning: This story is meant for adults only. It involves scat activities between women. It is a fantasy and all names are fictitious.
In Minneapolis, atop a twenty-story penthouse, Ms. Velika Wellington lives. Ms. Wellington is president of a large corporation, a position she attained at her father's death. Not only is she president, she is the sole stockowner. Her company employs many and only the best. Velika Wellington is rich, very rich.
It is winter, snow is silently blanketing the city. It is deep in the evening. There is no traffic, no sound from the outside, only the soft strains of music. Tonight, Ms. Wellington is interviewing a young lady for the position of private secretary.
The young lady is twenty-one. Her name is Ingrid, a slender, Nordic blonde with brown eyes. Ingrid has been auditioning for forty-five minutes now, doing her very best to please and impress Ms. Velika. A fireplace glows warmly on one side of the room. Two lamps give off a soft low light. This is a very unusual audition.
Ms. Velika is lying face down the length of the couch. Her filmy blue negligee is bunched up around her waist. Her bottom is bare. Ingrid is kneeling behind Ms. Velika, her perfectly manicured fingers are holding, softly in a spread position, Ms. Velika's buttocks. For forty-five minutes, both have been in this same position.
Ms. Velika's entire bottom, right into the crease and all along the crease, is covered with red marks - lipstick smears from Ingrid's interview.
This is a very unusual interview.
Ms. Velika is a lesbian.
Ingrid is young, with lesbian tendencies.
Velika is a demanding, highly erotic lesbian.
Ingrid is very willing.
Velika is jaded, very jaded.
Velika sits up, stands, and goes to a cabinet where she pours herself a sherry.
Ingrid hastily reapplies fresh lipstick.
Velika nods her head in approval.
Ingrid waits for further instructions.
Velika shrugs her negligee off. It falls to the floor. She now sits in a chair, drapes her legs over the arms, her bottom on the edge of the cushion.
Ingrid once again kneels before Velika.
Velika begins to slowly massage her clit with her finger tips.
Ingrid once again presses her fresh lipsticked mouth into the crease of Velika's bottom.
Velika looks down into Ingrid's face.
Ingrid presses her moist lips up to Velika's anal opening.
Velika sucks in her breath sharply.
Ingrid's eyes fasten on Velika's.
Velika's body shivers as Ingrid's tongue applies wet electricity to pink flesh. Ingrid's tongue rolls around the dilated pink pit of Velika's bottom.
Velika enjoys this pink, liquid sensation.
Slowly Ingrid began to extend her tongue up into Velika's anal pit. Not two or three inches, but a full four inches!
Ms. Velika moaned in the softness of the room.
In and out Ingrid slid her tongue.
Ingrid's tongue was one of the reasons Ms. Velika had granted her this audition.
A full four inches! She could extend it a full four inches out of her mouth!
Velika closed her eyes in ecstasy a moment.
Ingrid's tongue began to turn brown.
Velika loved to defile young girls in this manner.
Ingrid's tongue began to build a brown slime around Ms. Velika's anus.
Ms. Velika pushed out, a last test for this young girl.
Ingrid opened her mouth to accept it.
Velika was slowly defecating into the girl's mouth.
Their eyes were locked together.
Slowly Ingrid's mouth filled with feces.
With their eyes locked together, Ingrid began to chew, her lips still pressed close.
Ms. Velika was rubbing her clit faster.
Ingrid swallowed this gooey brown filth, then opened her mouth for more.
Ms. Velika pushed out another big mouthful.
Ingrid did the same, chewing it up completely before swallowing.
Mouthful after mouthful, Ms. Velika gave Ingrid.
When there was no more, Ingrid began to suck at Ms. Velika's anus, trying to get all she could out of the opening.
Velika watched her, reveling in the fact that she had found a girl willing to do this.
As Ingrid sucked at Ms. Velika's anus, she pushed her tongue in and out, driving it deeply into the woman's bowels.
Ms. Velika moaned deeply as she reached an orgasm.
Ingrid was pleased with this, she had made this woman climax.
Velika let the girl continue sucking at her anus for several more minutes, then stood up and walked over to the cabinet for another glass of sherry.
Ingrid remained in her position before the chair.
Velika came back over to the chair, climbed into her former position, legs widespread over the arms, her bottom pushed down on the very edge.
Ingrid again placed her dirty mouth back on Ms. Velika's rectal opening.
For thirty minutes more Velika received this oral/anal love.
Finally Ingrid leaned back and Ms. Velika only nodded her head.
Wetting her fingers in her mouth, Ingrid began to work two fingers into Velika's anus.
Velika reached down with both hands and spread her buttocks even further apart.
Ingrid inserted her third finger, then a fourth.
Ms. Velika still held her buttocks apart.
Ingrid folded her thumb over into her palm and began to push into Ms. Velika's rectum.
It took Ingrid a full ten minutes to push her hand completely up into Velika's rectum. Then she began to lick all around her wrist just at the point where it went into Velika's anus, snuggly gripping Ingrid's wrist.
Velika was beginning to moan.
Ingrid dipped her other hand into a can of lubricant beside the chair.
Ms. Velika watched her and nodded her head.
Ingrid began to push her fingers right along her wrist, one, two, then three.
Still Ms. Velika held her buttocks apart.
Ingrid pushed her fourth finger in, then her thumb. It took her a full twenty minutes to get her second hand completely buried in Ms. Velika's bottom.
In and out, first one hand and then the other, each time going a little deeper until Ingrid was in to her elbows. At this point Velika released her hold on her buttocks and slid her fingers up to her vulva and spread it wide.
Ingrid leaned forward and placed her mouth right on the woman's vulva. Her tongue caressed the tiny opening of the urethra.
Ms. Velika began to urinate into the girl's mouth. Mouthful after mouthful of the delicious golden nectar flowed into her mouth and she swallowed it all. Not one drop did she lose. The salty flavored urine was a welcome drink after the bitter taste of feces.
Ms. Velika scooted lower in her seat.
Ingrid pulled one of her arms out of the woman's rectm.
Velika stood up, still with Ingrid's arm embedded in her rectum.
Ingrid began to lick at the woman's clitoris, at the same time dragging her hand back in the rectum of the lady and then driving it elbow deep in one stroke.
Ms. Velika began to squat slightly, stoop lower and lower until she had Ingrid lying on the floor licking her clitoris and driving her arm up into the lady's rectum, her legs almost in a 180 degree angle for this pleasure/pain she was receiving.
Ms. Velika scooted over to the side, still with the girl's arm in her bottom. Resting her elbow on the carpet, she began to move up and down on the arm, embedding it to Ingrid's elbow. Reaching out, Ms. Velika turned Ingrid onto her stomach and took her free hand and placed it right at her anal opening.
Ingrid began to stuff fingers into Velika's bottom, more and more until she had her whole hand inside. Then slowly Velicka began to push down until she had both of Ingrid's arms up her bottom to the elbows. Then she began rocking back and forth, wedging her anus and rectum out wider and looser. For a solid hour she kept this up, making a sloppy, dirty sound with her fundament. Finally she began to pull away, ever so slowly.
When Ingrid's hands dropped free, they were streaked with excretra, which she began licking from her hands and arms.
Ms. Velika watched her the whole time and then turned her rump to Ingrid's face for more oral/anal love. All around the anal opening were bits and pieces of excreta which Ingrid began licking away.
Finally, four hours later, Ms. Velika stood and spread the cheeks of her rump, telling Ingrid to kiss her anus, which Ingrid did with great passion.
Slowly Ms. Velika returned to the cabinet for another glass of sherry. Taking the glass back over to Ingrid..."You did a very nice job for me."
"Does that mean I get the job?"
"It does if you know just what is required of you. You will be called on to do this very thing each and every day. Think you can do this?"
"It would be an honor," Ingrid replied.
"Then I think you will do fine," and she kissed Ingrid's cheek. "Remember, every day now. You won't miss a single day."
"I promise."
NOTE: This story was not written by me. The author would like to correspond with other lesbians or bi-women, by regular mail, with similar interests. Email [email protected]
This story is part of White Shadow's Nasty Stories.
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