Group Scat: The Collected Brown Stain, Vol.s 3 - 6 (Raw Scat Tales!)

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What're we waiting for?" I asked Martina and looked deep into her eyes. She stared at me again, but followed my lead. I secretly took the spoon with me in my handbag. That's very important to me," she said solemnly. "You don't know how much it means. In school they all made fun of me because they're big like that. And I was proud of them anyway." I fell quiet and laid my arm on her, reaching for her breasts. They were warm and soft. "I wish you could jizz on me," she said suddenly. Wow, I did..." she started to say when I interrupted her harshly by aiming a spray of pee straight at her face. Some day we wanted to meet in person. We live about 200 km apart, it was summer and we were both curious. So we set up a date, a small town, about halfway between both of our homes. Martina was there before and suggested an icecream parlour by the market square. She gave me another description of herself, so I might recognize her. (We didn't feel comfortable sending photos at the time.) I just said she'd know it's me - that's how it is as a redhead, you'll get noticed.

I smiled and eyed her up and down. She was beautiful, sexy, nicely shaped and desirable. And terribly natural. I loved her pubic hair, her tits, her pussy, her ass. "Piss for me," I said. I'm your dirty filthy slave!" she yelled louder. I slapped her once more, harder. She trembled. "I'M KAT'S DIRTY CUNT HOLE SLAVE MARTINA!" she screamed. She looked around and whispered as she leaned in: "You have no idea... Last night, I gave myself a long nice shower in preparation for today, and I thought of our hot chats. And I just peed nicely on my hand and rubbed it all over my tits while I thought of you doing that to me. You know, like that one time." I nodded and remembered one of our chats, when we found out we both liked water sports. She sipped her espresso again. I smiled. "I think I know you better and more intimate than many others," I said. "That part of you belongs to me."She blushed. She seemed to be more shy in real life than online. "Kat!" she acted indignant, but didn't say anything else. We liked each other right away and were both noobs in the chat (though I've been there a little longer than her) and soon we were talking about what we both like doing and how we'd do it to one another. One thing lead to another and I soon had my fingers on my pussy while I tried turning her on. I raised my eyebrows. "No clue," I said. "As horny as me?" She laughed again. "So tell me," I asked. "Is it at least good when you come from that?" I began caressing her breasts and said: "I can offer you a few other things you can feel, smell and taste."

From the market square we went on a walk down towards the river. Martina reached for my hand and held it and we walked hand in hand along the shore. The weather was nice, the sun was shining and a few pedestrians and bicycles were passing us by. Her top was still somewhat transparent, but it didn't seem to bother her. She looked happy, very proud and at peace with herself and the world. I was wondering if it was because of me, or because she managed to get out of the house for once and could do something completely different. Feeling like she could be any way she wanted to be. Because that's how I felt. She looked at me. "But you like it too, right? It's very important to me that you like everything we do." I paid at the counter while Martina already went outside, probably to have her top dry faster in the sun. When I followed her, the giggling girls were still at their table; it seemed we weren't taking quite as long as we thought. I went past their table and looked at them meaningfully while dropping the spoon there. I just wore a short, yellow dress with not much underneath. "Hey Martina," I said and walked up to her as if we knew each other for years. "How are you?" Without taking notice of her, I continued: "...of when you're fisting my twat while I'm eating you out?" This was one of our fantasies, and Martina wanted to sink into the ground for shame while the waitress gave her best to act like she didn't hear any of that.

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Martina couldn't or wouldn't masturbate by the computer, but made sure I got my fair share. She had a fetish for tits and was very proud of her own bust, which she classified as a 38 D. It seemed a bit much for me, especially since she said she was otherwise quite slender and kept her weight, but had a great "latina ass". But then, I'm just a 34 B, and I'm a sports hater. I laughed. "The way I know us we rather piss on beauty standards." Martina didn't say anything but steered the boat towards a small overgrown island close by. I helped her as good as I could. Besides that, she was very submissive and wanted me to call her my "slave". I thought it odd at first, but it seemed to really turn her on, so with time I enjoyed our little role-play as well.

Should I really, mistress?" she asked and looked at her hand. She had a few clunky rings on her fingers and several bangles that clattered on her wrist. That I wouldn't show up?" I asked. "Or that I'm a guy?" She laughed. She had a beautiful, open laugh, and her face was so pretty I wondered why she put so much work into her body.

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So I drive to our meeting point and the whole time I'm thinking about what I might do with her when I meet her. Are we just acquaintances? After all, I masturbated several times with her, and she knows more about my secret longings than anyone else. And I know about her fantasies with her friend Cora, or that she wants to be my slave.

Without hesitation she spread her legs and pulled her labia open. I wondered if it was possible to pee with a plug up the ass, when she already made it rain. Her piss sprayed all over and ran down her legs, but she just closed her eyes and enjoyed the freedom to be able to piss on the floor in front of her mistress. I reached for her twat and let the warm stream run across my hand, rubbing the wet fingers on her tits afterwards. "Oh mistress," she moaned. "My goddess, you know how to please my tits." I thanked her and got started on my icecream. "Oh god Kat," Martina said. "You're crazy." I smiled. "Do you even know how horny these thoughts make me feel?" I keep visiting lots of online forums and chatrooms related to sex and lesbians, to meet like-minded people and find out more about myself. There, I met Martina. She's 9 years older than me and bored in her marriage, so while looking for a new rush she tried to find out how it would be with a woman. I blushed. "I don't like to shave, and they're so light most people don't even notice," I answered. "I love my hair."She answered: "Oh goddess, nobody knows me like you do. Nobody knows the things you know. With you I can be myself."