****** A date with Alice by Henry G ******
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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 pursuade 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 programme 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 favourite 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 realised 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 night-cap?"
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 savouring 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
flavour. 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 centre. 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 realised
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 my end away 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 met 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
apologise for my behaviour 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 apologising
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
favourite 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, but 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 ass-hole 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?

I hope you find this story amusing and maybe a little arousing. It certainly
gave me the horn writing it. If you have any comments feel free to e-mail me at
henrycom1@hotmail.com