A date with Alice

This is a scat story with a moral - of sorts.

Chapter 1

You know I'm really just an ordinary sort of a guy. Twenty-five years old without any ties (so far I've avoided the tender trap of marriage), a nice little job in a bank in the city of London and a BMW outside my Notting Hill Gate flat. I'm an accounts manager in a well known bank. In the office there are five of us who are male, young, well off and randy. Life revolves very sweetly with earning a wad and then spending it in the pub and on pulling the birds. In fact there's a sort of running competition between our little band of five to see who can pull the best birds. When a new female joins the office it's almost all out war to see who gets into her pants first. The girls here are great and most are up for it if push comes to shove but it's the new meat that keeps the interest up - if you get my drift. By the way, if you are politically correct and find my views unacceptable, tough - get a life

Back to my tale. The start of my decline was heralded one day when the section manager announced that his personal secretary (a nice little number with 38DD tits, a cunt like the grand canyon and a very generous nature) was in the family way and was leaving to get married. A replacement was joining the bank the next week. Immediately bets were on and chat-up lines were being rehearsed. The next Monday she arrived - a small but nicely rounded chick with black hair pulled back in a bun and round rimless glasses. She was dressed in a severe grey suit with a skirt down to her knees. She was quite pretty if you could see past her obvious disguise. All attempts by the guys to attract her interest were rebuffed with a cold stare. She was going to be a challenge. Her name was Alice.

Bad luck would have it that I had to go to Japan on business the following week and it looked like I would lose the race to conquer Alice. Oh well, such was life. I had a rewarding and sexually satisfying trip and returned to the office two weeks later expecting to hear how Alice had been won over. To my amazement the guys were walking around like whipped dogs. The story was the same from all of them - all attempts to persuade Alice into bed had failed miserably. None had even got her out on a date. One of the guys had hacked into her personnel file on the computer but all he found out was that she was 24, unmarried and liked horse riding and classical music. Not much to go on, particularly when you consider that nearest I get to a horse is in the betting shop.

OK, music it had to be. As luck would have it, the promenade concerts were about to start. (for those of you not from the UK, the promenade concerts are a series of concerts held in the Royal Albert Hall in London during the summer months) A quick look at the program gave me my lead. The next Saturday there was a concert of English music including Elgar's Enigma Variations and Delius' Brigg Fair - both guaranteed to bring a tear of happiness to the eye of the most hard hearted Brit. Here was the key to her pants.

Using a contact I obtained two tickets and with a tap on the door slipped into Alice's office. Putting on my most innocent expression I launched my attack. "Er excuse me Alice, I wonder if you can help me out?," I began. "I have two tickets for the Saturday promenade concert but my sister, who was going with me, has had to call it off. You look like the only person in the office who would appreciate the concert, would you be interested in coming?"

"You do surprise me, Henry," she replied coldly, " I thought you were only interested in drink and sex."

This wasn't going to be easy. "There is a lot of truth in what you say," I replied. "But I do actually have interests that I don't announce to everyone at office" (maybe an insulted and hurt response would help). "Anyway, if you're not interested never mind" and I turned to leave.

As my had reached for the door, she spoke again in a rather warmer tone. "Actually I would love to go, Delius is one of my favorite composers."

Amazing! Round one to me. "I'll meet you outside the Hall at eight o'clock," I replied and left.

The game was on but what was the next step?

Chapter 2

My appearance was going to be all important. I could not risk appearing in my best "bird pulling" gear. This lady needed stealth and cunning. Our seats were in the main body of hall and evening dress seemed excessive. I selected a dark blue silk suit, white shirt and elegant navy blue tie with a tie red stripe. Elegant and smart but nicely understated. Rather than use my turbo-charged bird pulling cologne, I decided a subtler approach was needed for Alice. A slightly scented face balm was employed instead after my shower and shave. Clean smelling and slightly sexy without being overpowering. I felt rather like a fly-fisherman stalking a particularly nervous trout.

She looked stunning. Gone was the frumpy suit. She was dressed in a nice little black dress which showed enough of her ample cleavage to give me hope. Her jet black hair was worn loose and fell nicely over her shoulders. Gone were the glasses. I had a hard-on in seconds. "Steady on tiger," I murmured to myself, "don't lose the plot now."

She smiled as I said hello and I gave her a slight kiss on the cheek - just enough to greet her without blowing my cover. Her perfume was subtle but overwhelming.

The concert was tremendous and just as I hoped Alice found the music nicely moving and as we left she linked her arm in mine and leant slightly me. The next step was tricky. "Would you like some supper?," I asked. "Hmmmm, that would be nice," she replied. I knew this little place in the West End which served excellent French cuisine, and of course the owner was a good friend. (successful seduction requires thorough planning!)

A simple nicoise salad and a steak washed down with a choice Burgundy got us both in a mellow frame of mind. We spoke quietly over coffee. With careful probing Alice began to fill me in on her background. She had graduated in English and was currently gaining experience in the banking world. Working as a personal assistant provided excellent experience while she decided on her next step. She did not intend to stay as a PA for long. She had a small flat in Bayswater and had lived in London for 2 years. She enjoyed the work at our bank but found the other members of our little gang of five all rather irritating and childish. She was amazed that they believed that any woman would want to jump into bed with them at the drop of a hat. She actually commented that I was a little different and at least I hadn't tried to put my hand on her backside ("not yet," I thought). I replied that I was grateful for her comment and that I did try to respect other members of staff ("you lying bastard," I again thought)

It was getting a little late and we caught a taxi to her flat. As we stopped outside I realized that the most crucial stage had been reached. "Henry, I really enjoyed this evening, I had my doubts over going out with you but you have been a revelation" she said. "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" Paydirt!!! I was in!!! "Yes, would like that very much," I said, masking my excitement.

Her flat was small but very nicely furnished. Here was a lady of style. I went through to the lounge and I sat down on a leather sofa. It was warm and I asked if she minded if I took of my jacket. "Go ahead" she called from the kitchen. Soon she came in with a tray. On it was a jug of fresh coffee and a bottle of brandy with two snifters. She then went over to the stereo put on a modern jazz CD and sat down on the couch next to me. This was a serious atmosphere for chilling and soon we were talking like old friends. Soon I noticed that the booze was beginning to affect both of us and soon we were sitting closely. This was the time to make my move and I leant over and kissed her. She moaned and kissed me back. Soon we were into some real deep kissing and I could sense Alice becoming aroused. I took a chance and put my hand on her knee. She froze. Shit, I had misplayed the game and blown it. To my surprise, instead of pushing me away however she quietly said "Please don't, I'm a virgin." To say I was surprised understates things. My mind was racing, what could I do? Then, inspiration. "That's OK, I understand," I said in my most understanding tone. "Sorry but I come from a strict background and I have always sworn that I will be a virgin on my wedding night," she added. Damn, my chances had gone down the pan, but I was determined not to leave without some fun. "Do you trust me?," I asked. "I think so," Alice replied. "OK, there are other ways you can enjoy yourself without fucking," I added, "take off your skirt and tights."

Alice blushed but stood up and took off her skirt and pulled down her tights. Her underwear was simple but a real turn on. No, not a G string or thong, but simple matching cotton bra and panties. "OK, go lie on the bed," I said, and she obeyed. You should now understand that one of my talents is giving head and Alice was about to experience all my skills. I leant over her and kissed her navel. She moaned gently and shivered. I gently nibbled my way down her body to her fleshy pubic mound. Her panties felt soft on my lips and I could smell her musky cunt. I tried to ease her legs apart but she resisted. I looked up and said "It's OK, I won't hurt you." "I'm afraid I might be smelly down there." she said blushing furiously. "You do but it's the best smell in the world," I said. She smiled and parted her legs. I planted a firm kiss on her clit. Even through her panties she felt enough to make her gasp. The gusset of her panties were damp and slightly stained. I ran my tongue down it savoring the tang of her urine and other juices.

Like many dark haired women Alice was pretty hairy and tufts of hair poked out from the legs of her panties - wow that was sexy. I moved my lips down her legs and gently ran my tongue down her foot. This is a risky strategy and can be a passion killer if the woman is ticklish. No problem here, she loved it. I sucked on each toe running my tongue between them tasting her slight sweaty flavor. From her movements I could tell that Alice was ready for more. "Can I take off your panties?," I asked. Alice blushed again and hesitated. "I promise I won't do anything you don't want," I added - and I meant it. Giving her the maximum pleasure was all I wanted now. Even though my cock was fit to burst I was having too much fun taking Alice into unknown sexual territory. (if they ever develop a university course on fucking maybe I'll apply for professorship) She nodded and raised her lower body slightly. I eased down her panties and the glory of her hairy snatch was revealed. It was incredible.

In my experience many women find contact of their clit too much early on in sex and prefer pressure on the area just above it. Alice was no exception and she started to gasp as I sucked deeply on her hairy pubis. After a while I took her erect clit, which was surprisingly big, and sucked into my mouth rather like a woman sucking a cock. She nearly fell off the bed!! To give a chance to recover I moved my tongue down and lapped at her cunt. It was really small and I could feel her complete hymen as I probed with my tongue.

Suddenly she spoke in a small voice. "Henry, would you lick my bum?" You know there are some words like fuck and arsehole which just sound crude when spoken by a woman. Other words like bum are somehow sexier. Coming from Alice in her small quiet voice it was almost painfully cute. She knew what she wanted to say but was too shy to use cruder words. "OK I said" She rolled over and pushed her arse towards me. Her pubic hair extended into the darker brown pigmented area around her anus and in the middle was her small puckered hole. I sniffed and absorbed the slight musk from her anus and gently licked. She reacted like a horse spooked by a rattle snake. My tongue had obviously hit the spot. I licked harder in a circular motion pressing from time to time in the center. More and more she gasped and her anus began to open and I pushed my tongue in and out. I was fucking her ass with my tongue and she pushed to meet me as my tongue went in. I could taste the bitterness of the smears of shit inside her sphincter and boy did it taste good! That was it, she gave a loud moan and orgasmed. I was amazed. As she rolled over I could see from the deep pink flush on her neck and upper chest that her reaction was no fake. I couldn't believe that anyone could orgasm from being rimmed but here was the evidence.

The booze and the orgasm must have been too much for Alice because I realized she had drifted off to sleep. The slight smile on her face was enough satisfaction for me. I undid her bra, mainly because I wanted to see her tits, and pulled the blanket over her and left the bedroom. After adjusting my throbbing cock in my pants I turned off the light, left the flat and walked home. I hadn't had it my way but I didn't mind - a quick wank later would sort out that.

Chapter 3

Sunday mornings are sacrosanct to me. I usually creep out of bed around nine, shower and then spend two hours drinking coffee and reading the paper. The next day was no exception and I was quietly pondering the Times crossword when the phone rang. It was Alice. She said hello in a rather subdued voice and asked if we could meet. The day was nice and sunny and I suggested we meet in a small pub I know opposite Hyde Park at 12.00.

I had hardly started my first pint of ale when Alice arrived. She was wearing a bright sun dress, her hair was worn down and she looked pretty as a picture. I brought her a drink and we sat in a quiet corner of the pub. "I want to apologize for my behavior last night," she said. "I don't know what you mean," I replied in confusion. "I shouldn't have fallen asleep the way I did and left you to let your self out." came he reply. "Also, I hope you didn't mind doing those things I asked you to do."

I had enough of this. "Am I complaining?," I asked. "First of all I was pleased to do whatever you asked and the fact that you fell asleep makes no difference. You enjoyment was enough for me. Secondly you must learn to stop apologizing and start enjoying yourself. There is no need for you to be shy or embarrassed about sex." I replied in my sternest voice rather like a father telling off his daughter. Up to now I couldn't give a toss about a bird's feelings, only whether she enjoyed a good fuck. Somehow with Alice things were different.

Alice looked relieved. "Henry, I want to make amends, would you like to come around to my flat for lunch?" Naturally I accepted.

Lunch was a delight, salad, fresh bread, plenty of chilled white wine. Something still bothered me about the previous night and I came out with it. " Alice, forgive my curiosity, but I can't believe the way you orgasmed as I rimmed your rear" She blushed a little and said explained how her anus had always been her most sensitive area and how while all her friends at school masturbated by rubbing their clits or pushed a vibrator into their cunts, all she needed was to push a finger or other suitable object into her ass. Her favorite toy was a 2 inch thick German candle which had a rippled surface rather like tree bark. This was guaranteed to bring her off. As she got older she also found great satisfaction from a little scat play . She liked the smell of her shit which was left on her finger or candle and soon found that the taste was also to her liking. Because her friends did not get the same sensations she started to worry that she was abnormal and became withdrawn. This has led to shyness and the cold facade she put on at work.

I'm not a psychologist but I couldn't see that she really had any problems. What she needed was a good dose of reality to clear away her misplaced repression. I explained to her that there aren't really any particular sexual practices which are normal or abnormal. Some, such as paedophilia which are commonly unacceptable I understand, otherwise it's all about what turns you on and whether you do any harm. If her ass does the business for her then fine. No-one was entitled to judge her.

Alice suddenly said "Henry, I want to pay you back for last night. Stand up and take off your clothes." Being an obedient sort of guy I did just that. Just as I reached just my under pants Alice grabbed me and started to tongue my navel. Wow, was that good. "Slow down," I gasped, "I want to see you naked." Without any hesitation Alice stripped. She looked amazing, her tits were full but didn't sag in any way. She had pert, dark nipples which were erect. Her dark bush spread across her lower belly and formed a thin line up to her navel. Before I could look further she knelt down and started to kiss my cock through my pants. She slowly pulled my pants down and took my cock in her mouth. She had the softest of mouths and she gently sucked as she moved my cock in and out of her mouth. I groaned how good it was. Alice stopped, looked up at me and said "Believe it or not, yours is the first I have ever sucked." And resumed her sucking. She certainly was a fast learner. Her tongue traced it's way to my balls and she took each one in turn into her mouth. Her tongue continued it's way down and soon she was greedily lapping at my anus. By this time I was seriously ready to shoot and I thought my cock would explode at any time. Alice eased two fingers into my ass and gently rubbed my prostrate. At the same time she resumed sucking my cock. This was too much and I told her that I was about to cum. In reply she sucked harder and my gism spurted thickly down her throat. Alice swallowed as fast as she could but the white fluid escaped the sides of her mouth and dripped onto her perfect tits.

"That tasted good," Alice exclaimed as she licked my cock clean. I wasn't in a fit state to reply.

Later we lay on the bed resting. Alice was slowly pushing her finger in and out of her ass with obvious enjoyment. "Would your ass like some more attention," I asked. "Definitely," she replied, "but I would like to try some other things." "Do you like the taste of shit?" Alice asked. "I had tasted a small amount the previous night and yes it did taste OK. I told her so. She removed her finger and I could see it was well covered in shit, she must have had a full load inside her. She licked her finger and offered it to me. "Want a lick?" I took her finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. Yep, her shit still tasted good. "Can I shit into you mouth?" Alice asked. This was a new idea but it wasn't the time for faint-heartedness. "OK," I said, hoping I was going to like it, and I rolled over onto my back. Alice squatted over me with her ass above my nose. The smell was strong and I guessed that she hadn't showered that day - probably on purpose. She lowered her ass and I pressed my mouth over her asshole and sucked. I pushed my tongue in and her ass opened. My tongue soon encountered a turd. Alice pushed and the turd slid into my mouth. Initially the smell was too much and I felt the need to throw up. I managed to control it and things improved as I felt the greasy surface of the turd slide over my lips. Soon my mouth was full and the turd was pressing at the back of my throat - I had to work hard not to gag. The heat and rich taste from Alice's shit was overpowering. The knowledge that the heat was from her bowels made the whole process so much more intimate. I felt as though I had visited her most private places.

"Don't chew," she ordered. As she pushed she lifted herself up. The turd must have been about seven inches long, half buried in my mouth and half sticking out. Alice turned around and took the other end in her mouth and pushed her face down towards mine taking her half of the turd deep into her mouth. Soon we were kissing each with half a turd buried in our mouths. She moaned gently and started to chew on her half of the turd, I started to do the same. It was soft and started to melt in my mouth. With my mouth full of shit a brown mixture of shit and saliva spilled out and trickled down my chin. The taste can only be described as unique. Not tasty in the normal sense of food - this was too bitter and pungent. There was a deep sexuality that no normal food could reproduce. A deep intimacy of sharing - everything is exposed, there are no secrets. We had both swallowed our share and kissed deeply exchanging fluids. As we did, Alice reached behind her and pushed another turd into her hand. She held her hand in front of me and squeezed it closed so that the shit squirted between her fingers. She then pressed her open palm against my face. And rubbed. Once my face was well covered she careful licked me clean pausing from time to time to kiss me deeply.

"Do you want to fuck my bum?" she asked. "Yes please," I naturally replied. She then squatted over me and lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. Her anus was relaxed and slightly open after her shit and my cock slid easily into her messy hole. Alice gasped loudly and pushed down until her arse pressed against my balls. I have a pretty decent sized cock which is both long and fat and I was surprised how easily she took it all. "This is better than a candle," Alice grinned and she started to ride my cock up and down. With every stroke her gasps got louder and her face redder. I could also feel my cock swelling. Just before I came Alice's eyes opened wide -"I hope you don't get any bigger" she gasped. We came together, Alice with load gasps and squeals, me with thick jets of cum into her bowels. The sensation was so strong that it felt as if my guts were being pushed out of my cock. After a moment, Alice reached over to the bedside table and picked up her wine glass. She lifted herself off my cock and held the glass under her ass to catch the brown mixture of cum and shit as it poured out. She pushed until with a loud fart most of the fluid poured out. Then with as much an expression of ecstasy as a connoisseur of wine she drank the mixture down and then licked the glass clean.

"I want to taste your shit," Alice said, in a while. I had no desire to taste my own (I would rather eat hers) so I squatted over her face. She immediately sucked at my arse greedily. As I pushed a fat turd out she sucked and chewed at it. In record time Alice ate the lot.

A while after we had recovered, showered and were laying on the bed resting I spoke. "That was the most incredible experience of my life."

"Hmmmm, it was pretty good wasn't it," Alice replied. "Look Henry, I know you're not strong on commitment but I think we have some great chemistry going between us." I couldn't argue with her. "I don't want to loose this thing we have going but I can't compromise my beliefs concerning my virginity. What are we going to do?"

Even in my weakened state I couldn't contemplate marriage - well not yet. "Alice, I love you dearly, I think you're great company and a wonderful person, and I respect your views. I want nothing more than to stay with you and to continue our relationship. Will you consider for the time being that we continue the good work we have started and see how it develops?"

She nodded with smile and kissed me deeply while rubbing my cock ......

Epilogue

So it was agreed, we were now an item... but what about work, I had to get the heat off Alice from the other guys.

And so it was that when I reached work the next day I met up with the rest of the gang of five in the smoking room. "Any luck with Alice," was the question. "No," I replied, "She basically told me to clear off when I asked her for a date. I also have it on very good authority that she is in fact a lesbian." I felt slightly guilty about lying to the boys but I had to put them off somehow. "Well I guess that's it," said Pete my best mate, "Anyway, there's a new blonde in the typing pool whose just gagging for it." And with that comment they left to check out the new challenge. Easy when you know how!

What surprises me most about this whole saga is how the whole game has sort of backfired on me. I set out with the intention of shagging the arse off Alice and then moving on. Instead of this, she has ensnared me by her naive lust and the new delights of her scat. I'm now basically a groveling puppy who'll do anything to taste her dark brown gifts. And do I care?.. what do you think?