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Subject: {ASSM} RP: The Scat Escort (Mf,oral,anal,degradation,scat,Mdom)
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The Scat Escort

by Maverick


I spent years looking for an "accommodating" escort service.  I had
special needs, and when the dispatcher found out what I really wanted
to do with an escort, I usually wound up being hung up on (at best) or
brow beaten for my desires.  You see, most escort services that are
listed in the yellow pages pride themselves on being "upscale" and
having only the best looking girls.  But I wasn't looking for a
"classy" kind of girl. Hell, if I wanted that, I could have banged my
wife when she came home from work or from a weekend trip to her
relatives in Virginia.

No. I wanted a sleazy kind of girl.  A younger girl.  Preferably a
teenager.  A girl who really needed the money.  Who was willing to do
anything it took to please a customer.  But most of the dispatchers for
these escort services are female, and they tend to screen their
clients.  Translation: If you're looking for Greek (anal), you most
likely will find yourself being hung up on.  You can gauge just how far
an escort will go to satisfy a twisted need based on whether or not she
does Greek.  Contrary to popular belief, it is hard to find an escort
that will do anal, and if she does - she will normally turn out to be a
drug addict or trashy looking bitch.  That's fine by me. Escorts that
perform Greek usually will allow themselves to be degraded in other
ways.  For an extra fifty bucks, they will probably allow you to
urinate on them.  And, if she's really the sleazy desperate type, she
will let you defecate on her as well.

That's the kind of girl I prefer. And, like I said, they normally are
very difficult to find. Even if an escort agency has such a girl in
stock, they probably won't tell you over the phone and chances are you
will never meet her.

This is where years of experience, skill, and guile kick in for me. The
first step is to get friendly with a dispatcher. There are several ways
to do this - mostly notably hiring a few escorts from the agency for
normal sex, then tipping not only the girl, but giving her an extra
fifty for the dispatcher that sent her to you.  I like to get familiar
with one agency and one dispatcher. I like to chit chat with her for a
few minutes.  You know, engage in small talk.  Get to know her name,
what she likes. Talk to her about how boring her job is and how you bet
she can't wait to get off work. A lot of these escort agencies are run
out of somebody's home or apartment.  The add in the yellow pages may
be big and appear to be professional, but don't let it fool you.  The
"agency" is usually run by a couple dealing drugs and god knows what
else.  The girls are almost never top notch as advertised. Usually,
they are desperate women who have kids to feed or a drug habit
to subsidize.  The girls tend to be barely a cut above a street whore,
and, usually within a year or two, they wind up going down that dark
path anyway. I enjoy street hookers too, but that's another story.

Anyway, as I mentioned, getting familiar with a dispatcher, let alone
girls within an "agency" is tricky. It is even more difficult getting
an 18 or 19 year old teenybopper to show up at your door.  Like I said,
it takes years of developing trust with a dispatcher - assuming she
stays with the agency that long - and  showing not only that you are a
loyal client, but also a safe person to employ the services of one of
their girls.

After years of trial and error, I finally became familiar with a
special kind of escort agency - not to mention a dispatcher named
Milly.  After a long time, she got to know me by my first name and,
later, began to let me in on all the girls - especially the new ones
that came in - as well as what they would and would not do. She and I
came to be on friendly terms. And it was only after years of talking to
her that I let her know what my "special needs" really were.

I liked pooping on girls and degrading them.  She was a bit surprised,
but because I was a loyal client and had tipped both her and her girls
many times before, she learned to understand me, and began searching
for (and grooming) specific teenage girls for me. She knew the kinds of
teen girls that would allow me to perform this sick and twisted act
upon them. They usually were homeless, drug addicted, and desperate for
money. Milly knew exactly how to lure them into the tangled web of her
escort agency and leading them down the dark path of prostitution.  She
knew exactly what I preferred in a girl.  I disdained educated girls
and women with high self esteem.  These girls would never allow
themselves to be put in such a position with me.  But, for every smart
cookie that worked within Milly's agency, there were usually two or
three dumb ones who wondered in - sleazy cunts who were ditzy and the
product of broken homes and abuse.  That's where a sick misogynist
predator like me came in. And I almost always got what I wanted thanks
to Milly and her special agency.

This story begins with one of my more recent phone calls to her agency
(about a year ago). I hope you will enjoy this sickening story.


THE PHONE CALL.

Two or three rings...

"Hello can I help you?"

"Hey Milly it's me.  How's it going tonight?"

"Oh hey there.  Yeah it's slow.  You know how it is on Tuesday nights."

"Yeah.  Any meat for me anyway?"

I'll have to check around, there's this one girl who's been bugging me
all day to hook her up with a John Dow. She's seems really desperate -
just your type huh?"

"You know it Milly.  Describe the cunt for me."

"She's a pretty lil' thing, fresh out of high school - I think she
dropped out.  Probably drugs. You know the story..."

"Excellent Milly.  Tell me more."

"Well, she's a blondie and not very smart.  From the looks of her,
she's been on the street for a while.  Kind of trampy.  But I know for
a fact she does anal, which means she'll probably do whatever you want
for the right price."

"Go on Milly dear."

"She's about 5 ft 4 inches tall and has long platinum blonde hair. Big
bubble gum chewer and limited vocabulary.  I sent her over to please a
67 year old man the other day.  He called and said he was very
satisfied with her.  She's becoming very popular here at the agency -
probably cause she does whatever she's told."

"Is she available now?"

"I think so.  Though she hasn't checked up in about two hours.  I'll
call her on her cell."

"Will do.  Thanks Milly. I think you've caught a nice fish this time."

"Yeah.  She's a real catch.  I think you'll like her a lot.  I'll have
her give you a call as soon as I get a hold of her."

"Price Milly"

"$200.00 cash for the hour.  She'll probably let you do it to her for a
fifty dollar tip.  She's pretty cheap and doesn't know her worth yet."

"Will do Milly.  I look forward to hearing from the cunt."

"No problem.  Stay by the line OK?"

"No problem Milly.  Bye now."

"See ya."

Hangs up.

I waited for about 35 minutes.  It seemed like an eternity for me and
my cock was ready to burst.

My cordless phone rings while I'm making coffee to stay awake.

"Hello?"

"Hi, you called for some company?"

"Oh yes."  I replied pretending to be a bit surprised.

"My name is Sherry. I'm about 5 ft 4 inches, blond hair, and very
accommodating."

"Good Sherry. I assume Milly filled you in on my preferences."

"Yeah she did. I'm very willing - for an extra $50.00 dollars."

"Done deal Sherry.  My wife is out of town, so we'll have some privacy
tonight. When can I expect you?"

"My driver can pick me up in 30 minutes. I need time to get ready. What
would you like me to wear?"

"Slutty clothing preferably Sherry dear.  Lots of makeup is a must. If
you smoke, that would be a plus.  It would certainly add to your trashy
demeanor."

"Oh no problem mister.  I smoke a lot and love to party, if you know
what I mean."

I certainly did know what she meant. This tramp was definitely into
drugs. I could tell by her willingness over the phone and desperate
demeanor.  Indeed, she would make the perfect blond toilet for me to
use.

"Of course Sherry dear. I guess I'll see you in about an hour then."

"Sure. Anything for you mister. See ya then (giggles)."

I hang up the phone and my cock is rock hard. I tell you, an hour never
went by so slow in my life.  A pretty little cunt she would certainly
be. I had visions of exactly where on her body I would deposit my soft
brown waste.  Her chest, her cunt, or her....FACE!

I'm sure it was just a matter of how big a tip I gave her. She would
probably let me do it in her mouth if the price was right - the stupid
whore!

SHERRY ARRIVES

My doorbell rang and I opened up.  There, standing before me was a
picture of true sluttish beauty.  The young girl was everything Milly
had promised.  Long bleach blond hair, wide green eyes, and tattered
clothing that looked like it had been used over and over again.  Her
face was caked in slutty makeup.  We're talking bright red lipstick
that coated her pouty lips in heavy and seductive fashion.  Heavy black
eye liner and mascara.  She had the sluttiest thigh high leather boots
with 6 inch spike heals.  Her breasts were almost a D cup and stood out
firmly - encased in a trashy red latex halter top.  It barely covered
her cleavage and I could see most of her dumb boobies without
difficulty.  Most importantly, she looked rather thin and used.  It was
clear from the marks on her body that she had been using syringes to
inject drugs into her worthless layers of pale white flesh.
She was, in short, the perfect teenage whore!

Sherry greeted me with a handshake. She blew a big bubble with her
chewing gum. A sleazy pack of Marlboro cigarettes peaked out of her
trashy threaded cut off jeans. She smelled like cigarette smoke too.
Perfect!

"Hi. It's me Sherry."

"I know dear. Come inside and let me have a nice long look at you.
Don't worry, the money's on the table over there.  All I want is a nice
lil' show to start things off."

"OK mister." said the whorish blonde teeny tart.

The little minx moved toward the center of the lounge and I sat down on
my posh leather couch admiring her slutty attire.  The young girl moved
awkwardly and it was clear that she had never done a "couch dance"
before in her life.  Apparently the dumb teen had gone right from
dropping out of high school to heavy prostitution.  The little bitch
smiled at me and it was clear she would do anything I wanted.  Her
client base was probably fading fast due to her diminished looks. Drugs
will do that to a young girl.  Despite her large tits which she was
squeezing together before removing her red latex top, her body looked
thin and pale.  She looked as if she hadn't eaten in over a day
and her eager and willing behavior indicated how desperate she was. But
I couldn't give a shit about her dilemma.  All I cared about was using
the stupid little cunt the way a woman should be used.  Just a
disposable toilet for my bodily functions. Sherry fit the profile
perfectly.  She was blonde, trashy, stupid, very willing, and obedient.

I liked these kinds of girls.  They were very easy and cheap.  Most
importantly, they offered no fuss or resistance to my power and
influence.  I was wealthy.  They were desperate and poor.  I had
complete control and I made sure Sherry knew this from the very
beginning.

"Take off that stupid bra 'cunt'. I want to see your sleazy white trash
titties...that's a good girl, you're doing fine cupcake."

Sherry smiled and winked. It was quite evident that she had been abused
and dominated like this before.  She was used to being degraded and it
showed.  She had no self respect.  Only a desire to fill her worthless
nostrils and veins with mind bending drugs.  She was a true addict, and
a respectful whore.  And best of all, she seemed to appreciate my
generosity with money.  It was clear that she wanted me to be a regular
for her.  I told her repeatedly during her private dance that if I
liked her and she obeyed, I would "use" her again.  I made sure to use
that term so that it was clear to her what she meant to me - nothing.

I find that positive reinforcement often works with girls - especially
desperate ones. If you are generous with your praise and tell them what
a good little whore they are, they seem to take pride in it.  Sherry
was no exception.  She appreciated my degrading compliments and looked
forward to pleasing me even more.  During her little dance she licked
her slutty lips seductively and stuck a dumb little finger in her
mouth.  She twirled her bubble gum for me and did a make shift blow job
with her finger just for me - indicating to me what her skills were.
But I wasn't interested in a blow job.  I wanted to learn what other
things I could "deposit" into her slutty potty mouth.

 From the looks of her desperation and over-eagerness, just about
anything I wanted.

"Come closer cupcake, let me have a look at your worthless bottom. I'll
bet you have a nice lil' brown hole in there just waiting to be plugged
up with something."

"mmmm yeah Mister...anything for you (giggle)."

She quivered for a moment. She had probably done anal before - though
not often - and it was clear she didn't like it.  She turned her slutty
bottom to me and began to slowly shivy off her trashy cut-off daisy
duke jeans.  Her ass was firm, round, and pale - just the kind of ass I
liked to rip open and abuse with my big cock!

Sherry undid the buttons on her cheap cutoff jeans and slid them down
slowly and seductively.  Her soft round bottom came into view.  Her ass
cheeks looked so soft and spongy. I groped them with my hands, moving
my palms in circles around her worthless tushy. I went slowly and
deliberately - as if to suggest though my circular motions the sick and
twisted things I wanted to do with her cheap ass.
After a few moments of feeling the whore's sleazy butt cheeks, I slowly
parted them sideways and her little ass opened up like a heart shaped
chocolate box on Valentine's day. There, in the middle, winked the
perfect little brown hole - all crinkly and smelly just for me. It was
a wide ring of light brown with a musky whorish odor - mostly the smell
of unwiped poop. Some of the light smears were evident. This bitch
didn't wipe herself very well. What a treat!

I yanked my cock into plain view and began to jerk off slowly while I
enjoyed the pleasant sights and scents of this dirty bimbo.  My eyes
remained fixated on her trashy anal ring. The musky smell nearly
bringing me to an intense orgasm right then and there.  But I
suppressed it. I wanted to enjoy abusing this little blonde
teenybopper.  Sherry continued kneeling herself forward obediently
while I probed, smelled, and inspected her slutty brown hole. Indeed,
it was ripe for the fucking.  And I did not intend to use lubrication.
Her slight smear of dirty teen poop would be enough to escort my cock
smoothly into her tight crinkly butt hole.

I positioned by dick close to her bottom.  Then, I began rubbing it
against her backside. This served to get me even harder.  The tramp
smelled like a total whore too! I opened her butt cheeks and pressed my
evil cock menacingly against her dirty brown sphincter and pushed
inward. Her stupid crinkly hole caved in softly and allowed my cock to
perform it's assault. I hammered her with violent thrusts again and
again as the dumb blonde moaned in agony.  Her poop smears enabled my
cock to work in and out of her bottom with ease. It felt so good
feeling the warmth of her inner asshole envelope my hard cock like a
glove on a hand. My dirty dick felt the warm odorous stench of her
slutty inner bottom first hand and it made it even harder.  This served
to make my cock jut out longer - thus penetrating her asshole even
deeper than ever. I was hurting the blonde, and I enjoyed every second
of it. My cock assaulted her anus without mercy.

After a few more minutes of putting the cunt in her place both
physically and verbally, I told her to go into the bathroom and lie
down in the large bath tub.

After calming herself, the dumb blonde resumed her cooperative demeanor
and made her way to the bath tub.  She stripped off all of her slutty
clothes and boots and lay down on the cold hard bath tub surface. Now
it was time to give her a nice brown bath!

"Now you be a good lil' cunt and lie still for me dear. You're being
very cooperative. I like that in a woman."  I said - giving her
positive reinforcement for such a negative experience.

I knew this would probably traumatize the young girl for the rest of
her life.  But I didn't care.  She was already a drug addict and most
cunts like her never really tended to rebound from such a toilet hole
lifestyle anyway.

Sherry lay on the cold tub service shivering. I told her to I would
give her a $50.00 tip if she would open her mouth and let me soil it.
She became very eager when she heard this and obediently opened her
sweet slutty cunt of a mouth. I squatted over her face with my sweaty
anus aimed directly at her lips.

"Lick my asshole sweetie. It wants to make friends with your stupid
teenage tongue."

The slutty blonde eagerly began to lick and slurp at my anus like a
starving animal.

My penis was rock hard and standing straight up with avid anticipation.
She was such an obedient little whore. I knew I could do anything I
wanted with her.

I grunted and pushed.

Slowly, a soft brown turd oozed gently out of my ass and plopped softly
into her stupid mouth.  The dumb blonde gagged briefly, then accepted
the steaming pile of filth into the inner sanctum of her trashy mouth.
The dark brown glob became moist inside her mouth and began to disperse
itself lovingly around her filthy yellow teeth and gums.

I squeezed again.

Another brown blob of dirty poop inched it's way out of my bum and
plopped gently against her nose and upper lip.  I didn't mind that it
missed.  It was a rather big chunk and very brown and dirty.  I stood
up and looked down at my sweet little prize.  There lay the cutest
blonde whore all covered in smelly brown mush.  It looked all nice and
coiled around her sweet little nose, lips and mouth.  The cute blonde
tart couldn't speak.  Her mouth was filled with soft smelly shit! I was
quite pleased with my work.  This particular brown shower was very
sexually gratifying. The huge log of crap filled her mouth better than
any ball gag in a bondage film.

I knelt down and looked directly into her drug hazed eyes and ran my
fingers through her filthy blonde hair.  Then I spat on her face and
began jerking my fat cock feverishly. It only took a few moments, then
I aimed my dick directly at her poop smeared mouth and shot my load all
over her dirty orifice and nostrils.  Large ropes of sticky cum shot
forth and splashed against her face. The stinky combination of poop and
cum was the most beautiful site in the world to me. I thoroughly
enjoyed degrading young gullible girls in this manner.

After I finished, I told the bitch to clean up in the shower. When she
finished. I paid her the money and told her to get lost. She smiled and
thanked me for my generosity.

"Call me any time Mister." she said with her breath smelling like soft
dirty shit.

"Thank you Sherry cunt. I do believe I will."

And I fully intended to. Next time I planned to take pictures!


THE END

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