I was never really into scat porn. Blood was as far as I was ever really willing to take it. However my boyfriend has a scat fetish. Says he watched 2 girls 1 cup and liked it. That shit makes me gag (pun intended) but he’s never pushed me to try it. He’s rimmed me before which I enjoyed even though I never thought I would, so I started to get curious about more. Then a few months ago I let him piss on me in the shower, which I loved. So I’m slowly warming up to his scat fetish.
Anyway, this morning the weather was nice. In my state, the stay at home order lets us go outside for food and exercise, so long as we stay away from people. There’s this surprisingly secluded bike trail we’ve been passing by every so often, but never explored. So why not today?
We set out and about half an hour in, I realise I have to poop. I typically go first thing in the morning, but I’ve been constipated lately so I couldn’t today. I ignore it and we keep going. The urge goes away for a while and all is well. Then 45 or so minutes in and the urge to poo comes back full force.
I let him know I gotta go and ask if he thinks there’s a bathroom anywhere close. We can hear the highway and I wonder if maybe there’s a McDonald’s or something nearby we can stop in. Not the best idea during the pandemic but I was getting uncomfortable. I checked Google maps but nothing.
The urge subsides and we start the trek back home. Maybe 10 minutes later and I don’t think I can hold it any longer. I say fuck it, we’ve maybe seen 2 people this whole time on the path, I’m just gonna shit behind a tree. He says he can stand watch. So we go off the path for a bit and find some dense trees. Perfect. I squat behind them and get down to business.
I mentioned earlier I’ve been constipated lately. Well it became clear this was gonna take some time. Eventually he comes to check on me. I love and trust this man with everything I have, but I still don’t like being this vulnerable, so I start to snap at him until I notice his hand down his pants. Apparently the thought of me shitting in the woods turns him on. Ok.
He asks if he can watch and I say yeah, why not. So he squats down behind me while I shit. Thankfully, it’s over fast after that, because I was humiliated. However, when I’m done and pulling up my pants, he stops me and asks if he can clean me up. Ew. I tell him what a gross pervert he is (jokingly of course I am a gross pervert as well) but since I have no toilet paper, I agree. So I bend over and let him lick my asshole clean.
After a minute or two we hear voices coming up the path. We were far enough off the path where they probably didn’t see us, also I’d picked a spot behind some trees so no one would see if they happened to look, but I’m still paranoid, so I tell him to stop and pull up my pants. We listen while they pass us and he’s still stroking himself the entire time.
Once they’re out of earshot I turn around and see him poking the pile and smelling it while jerking off. He asks me to make him eat my shit. I can see from the look on his face he’s getting close and needs something to push him a bit further. So I grab his hair and force his face down to my poop. He takes a few licks and orgasms.
After cleaning up and gagging at what he just did, we go back to the house. He isn’t horny anymore and is disgusted at what he’s just done. But honestly I kinda want to go further. I’ve been thinking about him crouching over my shit all day. I actually took a picture when he wasn’t looking (creepy I know but he laughed when I told him so I assume he’s alright with it) and can’t wait to get off to it later. So I don’t know if this was a one time thing or if we’ll continue to explore this kink of his, but I guess we’ll see.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fvozj6/mf_exploring_his_scat_fetish_in_the_woods