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Subject: {ASSM} RP: My Dirty Scat Experience (MF,panty pooping,fisting,copr,Mdom)
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Copywrite: H. Grant (2004) ALL rights reserved!

COMMENTS: Warning!  This story depicts the life of a street hooker and
therefore entails graphic depictions of sexual abuse and scat related
activity. If this kind of story offends or sickens you, DO NOT proceed
to read this story!

STORY INTRO: A young street hooker gives a detailed account of her life
as a drug addict who eventually finds herself trapped in a dark web of
obedience and sexual servitude toward men.

STORY CODES: MF,panty pooping, fisting, brown shower, Male Dominant



My Dirty Scat Experience

by: an anonymous street hooker

(Edited by H. Grant)



   First of all, I am a 28 year old female with platinum blonde hair,
hips rather curvy yet still slender enough to warrent attraction from
the opposite sex, and a nice rack of boobs which I had artificially
enhanced in order to get more attention.  Let's just say I've been
around the block a few times when it comes to dating men.  When I was
in high school, I was much more heavy set and boys didn't go out with
me primarily for this reason.  So I guess I always had this complex
that I needed attention whenever I could get it.  By the time I got out
of high school, I realized that dieting, getting a boob job, and
wearing lots of makeup seemed to help the cause in a big way.  The only
thing I had going for me up until that time was the fact that my hair
was naturally platinum blonde, so I guess I was off to a half decent
start.

   Anyway, most of the boys I dated outside of high school were rather
normal with the exception of a few.  Actually there were two guys that
were a bit weird when it came to sex.  One of them (Ted) was a real
drunk.  For some reason he enjoyed worshiping my feet.  As I mentioned,
I loved recieving attention whenever I could get it so I ignored his
alchohol and weird desires and catered to his needs whenever we had
sex.  Fighting spelled the demise of this relationship and it broke off
after about four months.

   Then there was Allen.  He enjoyed spanking me whenever we were about
to have sex.  I guess it was what got him going.  I didn't particularly
like it at first, but he seemed to enjoy the feeling of control over
me.  I must admit that I got used to it after a few months and even
started to enjoy the feeling of being dominated before the act of sex.
So I guess you could say that Allen and Ted sort of opened the door to
the "unusual" aspects of sex for me.  Most of the other guys I dated
were pretty normal - though some of them wanted me to try anal sex
which I eventually succumed to in order to keep their affections.  This
too was a bit painful at first, but I learned to enjoy it over time -
yet I always felt kind of "dirty" afterwards and rather cheap and
sleazy.  But I guess with all the makeup I wore and the boob job I had,
I looked like a rather trashy girl and I guess that's why I attracted
the kind of guys that liked doing things like that to a girl.  Of
course none of them respected me after a while and those relationships
went the way of all the others.  I didn't mind it at all because I had
lost a lot of weight and I looked quite attractive having grown my hair
way down past my shoulders.  After a while, it seemed I never had a
shortage of men looking at me wherever I went.

   Eventually, I fell into the wrong crowd while I was in college.  A
group of men introduced my to marrijuana (pot) and soon thereafter, I
was experimenting with cocain and heroin.  By the time I was in my
sophomore year of college I was fully addicted to crack and eventually
dropped out of school entirely.  I found myself completely broke and
resorting to having sex with any guy I could find that had a "stash" on
them.  After a while, it seemed natural for me to give sex in order to
satisfy my need for crack. Now by this time, I had lost much more
weight and was down to about 125 pounds. I was quite slim, but still
with a little bit of meat on me.  My hips were still curvy as that was
their natural state and I still had lovely hair and boobs - though my
face was beginning to look a little haggered from all the drugs I was
taking.

   It wasn't long before I began to prostitute myself not only to a
select group of men for drugs, but to complete strangers for money to
buy drugs. I fell in with a group of "seasoned" hookers that taught me
the best corners to hang out on and the kind of clothes that men liked
to see on a whore.   Most of them were drug addicts themselves and were
pretty far gone when it came to their faded looks, but I listened to
them because I was quite desperate for my next fix and had no money at
all.  I wanted to dress nice and sexy so that I could get picked up as
often as possible.  I began wearing black latex boots which I bought in
used condition from an old fetish place down the street.  I also began
wearing extremely short shorts that revealed a heck of a lot more of me
than I was used to in high school and college.  To top it off, I began
wearing lots of "whorish" makeup of the extremely sleazy variety.  You
know - the eye glitter, black mascara, cherry red lipstick, and cheap
plastic jewelry.  I felt that I was much more attractive than I ever
was in college and the number of men that picked me up off the street
increased dramatically to reflect this.

   Over a short period of time, it began to dawn on me that these
strangers were the wrong kind of guys.  Yet I didn't care because I
desperately needed more and more crack just to feel "normal." One guy
took me to a cheap hotel and slapped me around and called me a slut.
He spread my legs and spat on my latex high heeled boots.  Then he
withdrew the largest dildo I had ever seen and began ramming it up my
cunt as far as it would go without any lubrication.  When he finished
with me, he ditched me on a street corner tired, spent, and feeling
quite bruised and swollen down below.  He had given me $70.00 dollars
which was more than enough for a small bag of crack and a cheap dinner.

   By the time I turned 27, I was quite used to being a slut and a
whore. My hair was still long, blonde, and beautiful, but I looked
quite used.  I wore more and more makeup and became much more obedient
and appreciative of the men that picked me up.  After a while, I began
to accept less and less money and began doing a lot more to earn it.

   One night I struck gold when two business men picked me up in a limo
and drove me to a fancy hotel.  Once inside, they introduced me to a
third guy who was also a business executive.  They proceeded to lie me
on the bed and strap me down with ropes.  They inserted a ball gag into
my mouth and began laughing and spitting on me while calling me all
sorts of names like "cunt," "white trash," and "piece of filth," to
name a few.  Then they each took turns fucking me in the ass and
cumming on my face and hair.  They smiled down at me and told me I
looked real pretty this way and then started taking pictures with their
fancy digital cameras.  When they finished with me they had me clean up
in the shower and escorted me down to the lobby and hailed me a cheap
taxi cab.  They gave the cabby a nice tip and told him where to drop me
off.  I guess the night was worth it because they each gave me fifty
bucks.  I couldn't wait to get back to my drug dealer Tyrone and buy
some more rock.  I was so happy to have so much money. $150.00 dollars
was a lot for one "date" albeit with three men at the same time.  Those
business men were real nice to give me so much money and I found myself
hoping they would pick me up again.

   This brings me to the present - well almost.

   Last week around 9:30 in the evening an off duty police officer
picked me up.  I knew who he was because I had many run-ins with him
before.  This time he was very nice to me and told me how pretty I
looked.  Initially I was worried that it was part of a police sting and
that he was going to bring me down town but he assured me that it
wasn't a sting and that he was off duty anyway.  He told me how pretty
I looked and that despite his job, he secretly had his eye on me for a
long time.  I smiled and asked him why he hadn't picked me up before
and he told me that he didn't think that I was "ready yet." I asked him
what he meant and he told me quite openly that he was waiting for me to
become much more addicted to drugs and much more "docile" and
"obedient." He looked me over while he was saying these things and I
smiled back at him and assured him that I was "ready" and "very
willing." I opened my legs for him and told him I was all his for
twenty bucks.  He snickered at me and drove me to a burger king and
ordered lots of food for me and told me to eat as much as I could.  I
was very hungry and so I did as I was told.  When I was finished he
asked me if I had to use the lady's room and - feeling quite full, I
said yes.  He smiled again and told me "not yet" and took me to a cheap
hotel on the other side of town.

   When we got inside, he opened a small bag and withdrew a pair of
pink cotton panties.  He told me to strip down completely and put the
panties on. I smiled and giggled for him as he reached out and tweaked
my enhanced boobs.  They were very round, pouty, pink, and succulant.
When I finished putting on the soft cotton panties, he told me to bend
over while he placed his face against by panty covered bottom and
smelled me all over my hiney area.  He began planting kisses all over
the back of my panties and telling me how lucky I was that he was my
"date" for the evening and even luckier that he didn't arrest me.  I
was very respectful and appreciative of these things.  I felt kind of
weird as the date progressed.  He began pulling my panties to the side
and squeezing my soft round butt cheeks in a groping manner.  He told
me how soft and sweet my bottom was and that it looked nice, ripe, and
pink - "just the way stupid cunt like your's should be" he said.

   I smiled and giggled appreciatively while he called me names and
spread my soft ass globes wide apart so that he could see my tight,
crinkly brown anus.  I felt him burry his face inside my pink fleshy
bottom and inhale the soft, girlish, and dirty "brown" odors from
within.  He inhaled deeply and began stroking his cock through his
trousers.

   Then the date got even more bizaar.  He handed me another twenty
dollar bill and asked me if I could keep a secret.  I giggled nervously
and said yes.  Then he asked me to be a good little whore and do
something "special" in my panties.  He told me he wanted me to give him
some special "brown candy" and be his "good little girl" while he
watched from behind.  I looked at the twenty dollar bill he was
offering as a tip and felt very appreciative and respectful of this
man.  I was a good girl and began to play the role he wanted.

   I giggled and began sucking my thumb while I squatted down and bent
over a little.  The police officer had already removed his pants and
underwear and was stroking his cock at a feverish pace.  I wiggled my
soft little bottom for him in a seductive manner and squeezed my soft
brown anus open. Slowly, a small piece of greasy chocolate candy oozed
it's way into my pink girlish panties that the pervert had so
graciously provided for me.  It wiggled and jiggled and plopped softly
into the back of my cute little undies.  Another, much larger piece of
chocolate poo began to slither and worm it's way out of my stupid
slutty bottom and make "plop plops" inside the back of my precious
little panties.  The officer pressed his nose against my hiney and
mashed the soft puddle of mushy poo all over my sweet soft tushy.  I
kept giggling nervously and sucking my thumb like a toddler for him.
This must of been exactly what he wanted because he was jerking off
very intensly.  The room began to smell of dark mushy BM and he
wrinkled his nose and told me what a dirty little girl I was and that I
was very bad and had to be punished.  I was expecting the kind of
spanking I had learned to enjoy from many previous dates, but this was
not the case.

   With his face still pressed against my poo smeared panties, he
placed his large hands on each side of the little lace undies and
slowly began pulling them down - exposing my soft, smelly little "poo
accident." The dirty smell must have been intoxicating for him as he
bunched some of his fingers together and gently began to press and
smudge them between my soft "potty coated" hiney area.  Slowly he moved
the fingers in circles - gathering up large scoops, traces, and smears
of my dirty deed and began transporting them by wiggling his giant
fingers toward by girlish, pink shaven cunny.  All five of his fingers
were now inside my crotch working their magic on me.  They poked,
prodded, smeared, and teased my trashy cunt with soft brown "lady poo"
and began smearing me all over so I smelled nice and pretty for him.

   Soon it was time to be treated like a "real lady." After teasing me
gently with soft and icky brown strokes with his tenticle digits, he
told me to lay down on the cheap hotel bed and lift my legs into the
air with the poop smeared panties locked around my ankles holding them
together.  His fingers disappeared and quenched up into an evil balled
up fist.  At first, he gently rubbed his fist knuckles against my
smelly - mush covered slit.  Then I felt the slight feeling of pressure
as the officer began to shove his entire fist into the outer portion of
my cheap cruddy vagina.  Then he began to push his arm even harder.

   "Suck your thumb my sweet brainless cunt." He commanded as his fist
began to ease it's way inside me - deeper and deeper like a sick
metalic drill.

   My slutty womb began to stretch nice and wide into a thick dirty
bulge of filth and stink.  My stomach became all tied up in knots with
nervousness and excitment as I felt his strong and powerful invasion of
my soft and weak feminine body.  Soon he began ramming his fist in and
out of me causing my cunt to expand and contract in even wider
dimensions.  It felt sooo good!  I was the luckiest girl in the world.
His fist made beautiful and sickening squishy squashy sounds as it
plunged in and out of my worthless vagina in violent fashion.  My clit
began to expand with a perverse sense of pleasure that was now
engulfing my entire womanhood.

   As his fist entered in and out of my succulant cunt, so did the
childish mess I had made just for him.  It was so dirty, smelly, messy,
and special. He kept telling me how mature I had become as a street
girl and that I finally become a "special kind of whore." I felt so
good when he told me these things.  I felt even more special when he
finished fisting me full of soft girlish poop and told me to lie my
head back over the edge of the bed.  He told me that good girls opened
their sweet little mouths to recieve "gifts of appreciation" for their
respect and obedience toward men.  I giggled nervously and did as I was
told.  He told me to lie still and close my dumb little eyes while
keeping my mouth wide open for his "gift." I knew then what he wanted
to do, but I could no longer fight or resist what men wanted of me.  I
had given up long ago - perhaps after my second year of crack
addiction.  Besides, I didn't even think of it as being a dirty thing
anymore.  I knew my place in the world and many men had told me that I
was meant to be treated this way.  Soon I began to accept who I was and
even began to enjoy it.  I liked being paid attention to by complete
strangers. I loved it when they showered me with semen, urine, and
effection.

   Now it was time to take the next step.  I was now ready to become a
complete and total whore!

   I lay completely still as my mouth opened up in a big wide "O" for
this very kind officer who had graciously treated my to an extra twenty
dollar tip.  Soon I heard a faint soft crackling noise just above my
face and something sweet, full, soft and dirty slithered into my
waiting mouth like a tender snake.  Once inside my sweet - cunt of a
mouth, it began to expand and proliferate causing my cheeks to puff
outward like a stuffed animal. His gift tasted soft, mushy, and bitter.
 It was such a special and pleasant feeling inside my mouth as it
coated my teeth, gums, and inner cheeks.  Soon I felt another "plop"
inside my worthless opening.  Then another - and another.  The mass of
soft, beautiful filth was now being crammed and pushed back toward my
waiting tonsils.  I felt so excited and thrilled to be treated like the
classy lady I was and I shivered and quivered as his soft smelly gift
oozed it's way down my throat and into my stomach.

   PLOP.......PLOP.....sssshhhhhPLOP!!!!"

   "Mmmmmmm.....mmmm...mmmm...."

   The kind officer smiled down at me and told me what a good girl I
was. He told me that he was going to pick me up again in the near
future and treat me to some other "exciting" dates.  He told me I was
special and that I should not tell anyone about this.  He told me to
keep it a special secret because he was a well respected police officer
in the community and that he was well liked by many citizens in the
area.  He told me if I kept my mouth shut he would never arrest me
again and that he would make sure that the other officers left me alone
so that I could get picked up and make more money for drugs.

   I was so happy that he was treating me so special.  I wanted to hug
and kiss him right there, but my mouth was dirty and so was my cunt and
ass.  He told me not to worry about it.  He said that dirty street
girls were meant to smell like toilets and that being treated like
filth was what made whores like me so special and attractive.

   I smiled at him.  For the first time in my stupid little life I felt
like I finally had a purpose.  I felt like I was being paid attention
to. I felt adored and admired by this man.  I wanted to be admired and
sought after.  And I couldn't wait for the word to get around about
what a special kind of whore I was.  Soon I would become much more
"popular" on the street and men from far away -and in all walks of life
would come to seek a "special" date with me.  Soon I would make lots
more money and be the luckiest girl in the world!




                                 THE END


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