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{ASS} OH SHIT {Hungry Guy} (F+/M f/M WF+ BF+ wf WM ws scat cons Fdom Mpov)
BY: hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are
real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than
words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people,
places, or events is purely coincidental.
This story is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE 2. TOILET SLAVE 2 is a sequel to TOILET
SLAVE.
Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-
based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my stories, provided that
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or
hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author. You may not make changes other than
fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang
and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.
###
Steve was walking across 14th street in New York City early one cool
Saturday evening in October. Men were standing on street corners handing out
flyers and "exclusive invitations" to bars, clubs, and raves. Unfortunately,
he was broke.
He crossed over and walked down a block to a smaller side street and saw a
"help wanted" sign attached to the back of a building. He looked closer, and
the sign read:
###
_TOILET SLAVE WANTED!_
_WILL SERVE MANY CUSTOMERS._
_MALE OR FEMALE._
_BE IN WOMEN'S ROOM, OR MEN'S ROOM, YOUR CHOICE._
_TO APPLY, GO DOWN STEPS, RING BELL._
###
Steve thought back last year to the time he had been a toilet slave to a
pair of black dykes. He had run an ad on several BDSM newsgroups, and they had
been the first of many women to have answered his ad. After some back and
forth e-mails, he had flown out to California to spend two weeks as their
toilet slave. He had even allowed his mistresses to serve him up to a small
number of their lez friends during a Sistah Munch. After his two weeks were
over, he even ended up moving in with one of those women friends and didn't
return home as planned.
Tiwuana was the best lover he had ever had, and also the most demanding
lover. She demanded that he would go down on her during their lovemaking. She
demanded that he would rim her ass on occasion.. She demanded a tongue bath
with a certain regularity. She would even throw him on his back once in a blue
moon and use his mouth as her toilet -- for old time's sake. Or she would sit
on his face with her full weight bearing down on his head, smothering him, and
she would tell him that she won't get off until she comes -- and if he passes
out before she comes, then he'll just die of suffocation. Since he was still
alive, he had managed to satisfy her every time.
However, although she was demanding, their relationship wasn't that of BDSM
Master/slave. She reciprocated with enthusiasm. She would blow him every
night, several times even. And when they fucked, there was so much energy and
power between them it was incredible.
How he missed Tiwuana! She was a Sanitation Engineer, and she threw pails
of garbage into the back of a truck every day for a living -- and that's why
she shaved her head bald, by the way, it was easier than washing it several
times a day. Small wonder that she was as strong as a bull.
He had lived with Tiwuana for about a year, until about two months ago when
she had told him that she had found a new female lover and he was out of her
life.
So he had returned to New York to look for a job. However, we all know
what happened in New York at the time, and the national economy had taken a
nose dive, especially in New York. Steve got kicked out of his rooming house
after he couldn't pay his rent. Seeing this ad, Steve now he wondered what it
might be like to be used by one woman, after another, after another. He
thought about it for a moment before he walked down the five steps to the area
below the sidewalk, stepped into the alcove, and up to the featureless brown
steel door. Underneath all the graffiti, the words "Edge Play Club" was barely
visibly stamped on the steel door. He collected his courage and rang the bell.
A moment later, the door slid into the wall, and a hard-faced Hispanic
woman with black hair stood there in tight jeans and a tank top. "What do you
want?" she asked.
"Uh, the job?" Steve answered.
She motioned him into the little room and she closed the door.
"So you're a toilet slave?"
"Sure."
"Have you had toilet training, or have ever been a toilet slave before?"
"Yeah, last year I served two women for two weeks as a toilet slave."
"Good enough. If you're lying, you'll regret it. Follow me."
Steve followed her. He followed her down a hallway, around a corner, then
down another hallway. Then they took a service elevator down about two levels.
Then down a short hallway and into a locker room.
"You want to be in the women's room, or the men's room?"
"Uhm, I..."
She let out a huff and asked in a stern voice, "Are you straight, or gay?"
"I'm straight! I guess that means I want to be the women's room!"
"Yup!" she answered.
She handed him a form and a pen, "Read this and sign it."
Steve asked, "How much does the job pay to be a toilet slave?"
She answered, "We don't pay you nothing! You do it because you want to!
If we paid you it would be like you were a prostitute, and wouldn't be legal.
This is legal because we don't pay."
"I don't know. I need a job!"
She thought for a moment and said, "It's free room and board while you're
here."
He also thought for a moment, before answering, "Well, maybe." He then
looked the form over. The lighting was poor and there was no chair or table to
sit at.
"Hurry up!" she urged, "The club opens in ten minutes!"
He held it up against the wall and signed it. She snatched it back and
shoved it in her pocket. Then she opened a locker. "Take off your clothes and
put them in here."
"Uhm, okay."
She continued to stand there, and he stood there.
She asked, "What are you waiting for?"
"Uh, nothing." He removed his clothes and put them in the locker.
"Now wait here. Don't go anywhere!"
She left and he waited there for about five minutes. She returned,
followed by a very relieved-looking naked guy. "Wait there, I'll get your
stuff in a minute," she told that other guy.
She walked over to Steve carrying a small case and said, "Sit down."
Steve sat and ahs opened the case, removing a hypodermic needle.
"Hey!" said Steve, "I'm not into drugs!"
"Shut up for a minute! This is a vaccine for hepatitis."
"Hepatitis?"
"Yes, the vaccine is really a series of shots over several weeks. This is
your first."
He wondered why she would bother giving him the vaccine if it would require
a series of shots. He meant to ask, but then she dabbed some alcohol on
Steve's arm and jabbed the needle into him.
After administering the vaccine, she stood and said, "Follow me."
Steve followed her again into an adjoining room. He gasped at the sight.
Along each of the two opposite walls were other toilet-slaves. They were all
naked people laying on their backs on narrow padded benches, slid into the
walls up to their shoulders. They were nearly all men, but there were a couple
of women. Looking closely, he saw that there was a hole in each bench under
each person's ass. Each one had a pail underneath their bench's hole. The men
each had a short capped section of PVC pipe stuck over their dicks with another
long section at a 45-degree angle dropping down between their legs. The women
just had a straight pipe with a funnel-like thing pressed between their legs.
They were all strapped and shackled down by their wrists and ankles.
She pointed to an empty bench that was pulled away from the wall. The
padding under the head area was thicker and contoured.
"Uhm, I'm not sure about this?"
"Just lie down and don't give me a hard time!"
Steve sat on the bench and lay down with his head in the contoured area.
She bent over and shackled his wrists and ankles. Then placed several belts
across his chest and belly like the others. She slid a long piece of PVC pipe
between his legs and placed the 45 degree angled piece over his dick. Then she
clamped something snugly onto one of his fingers.
She slid him into the wall headfirst. There was another woman in the tiny
room his head was now in. She swung a half box up and over his head. He was
looking up through a hole in the top of the box. Over the hole, of course, was
a toilet seat, with the seat lowered and flush with his face. The lid was up.
Obviously, he figured, he was a stall in the women's restroom.
She called from inside the room, "Feel this lever?"
"What lever?" he asked through the wall.
She grabbed his hand and placed his fingers on a cold metallic lever.
"Pull it," she commanded.
He pulled the lever, causing warm water to spay his head and face from all
around under the rim of the seat. He heard it draining under the back of his
head. It felt good.
After that, she left him alone.
###
Over the next five minutes, he heard people enter the restroom outside his
stall. He heard women's voices out in the restroom, but they seemed to go into
other stalls. A moment later, another woman came in his stall.
She said, "You're new, aren't you?"
He couldn't see her face clearly, since he was looking at her upside down,
but he could tell she was decent looking with frosted brown and blonde hair,
tanned skin, smallish but firm boobs.
He answered, "Uh, yeah."
"Well, I'm new too! This is my second night as waitress here and I have to
take a wicked piss before the club opens, do you mind?"
"Not at all! Be my guest! You'll be my first, uhm, customer tonight!"
She smiled and turned her back to him. She lifted her skirt up, and pulled
her pantyhose down. He tried to get a glimpse of "paradise" as she held her
skirt up and backed her butt up over his head. He noticed that her flesh was
pure white in the outline of panties. She lowered herself slowly, centered her
clit directly over his mouth and pressed down. He tried to look up at her
face, but all he could see through the gap in her thighs was the inside of the
cloth of her skirt draped over her knees.
Steve was shivering with excitement. Having been a toilet slave last year,
he knew what to expect. He stared into the hairy muff of this woman, a total
stranger, sitting on his face about to piss in his mouth. Her pubic hair
tickled his nose. It felt like she was sitting on him with all her weight
although he knew that part of her weight was supported by the toilet seat too.
She quivered slightly when he licked her pussy. He was so hard now. Quite
suddenly he felt his mouth start filling with a warm gritty liquid. He dick
erupted into that PVC pipe at the same time. Still he concentrated. He knew
from experience to just hold his breath and let it flow down his throat without
thinking about it. Otherwise he'd gag and cough it up through his nose making
a real mess. Her full weight pressing her cunt against his mouth made a
tighter seal than any "excess" can force itself through. And he couldn't just
hold it in his mouth till she was done because her bladder could hold more piss
than his mouth could.
After a moment -- too quickly, it seemed -- she stopped peeing. After a
few final "squirts" she stood and pulled her pantyhose back up and smoothed her
skirt.
She looked down at him and said, "Thank you."
He was still swallowing her piss and some of that water, and so couldn't
answer before she wiped her twat with some toilet paper and walked out of the
stall.
He pulled that lever causing the warm water to spray his head and face once
again.
###
He was still quivering with excitement at what had just happened. _Wow!
I'm really doing this! I'm really a toilet in a public women's restroom! But
what will it be like what it gets really busy?_
He was laying there for a while and he figured it must be getting close to
opening time. He could now hear a din as people, presumably, were entering the
club. So far, no one else except that waitress had come into the restroom.
About ten minutes later he heard someone enter and go into one of the other
stalls. He heard some shuffling then silence. A few moments later he heard
some farting sounds, followed by feminine grunting noises and more silence.
Then after about a minute, he heard more shuffling and heard someone leaving
the restroom.
No one came in for a while after that. One of the other guys made a loud
remark that the ladies have to start getting drunk before more of them will use
the toilet slaves in the ladies room. But after a bit of a wait, he heard the
door creak open and the sound of several women walking in. They entered a
couple of stalls to do their duty. A moment later, a woman entered his stall.
She closed the door. Looking up at her, like the waitress, he got a good
view of her crotch and nostrils, but not much else. As he looked up at her, he
noticed that she was avoiding his eye contact. She pulled her jeans and
panties down and settled down on him. She had a black birthmark the size of a
quarter on her left butt cheek -- or was it her right cheek? It was hard to
tell from this angle. Either way, it stood out boldly against the pure white
flesh of her ass. Other than that, he didn't get more than a split second to
observe her anatomy.
A second or two later, he felt that same warm gritty liquid fill his mouth.
The second time, he had prepared himself for the experience better and it
flowed down his throat without as much an urge to gag as before. Finished, she
stood up, wiped her pussy with some toilet paper, pulled her jeans back up, and
left without a word.
###
Being early, it was relatively slow, and the restroom wasn't very busy yet.
No one came to him again for another half-hour. But when he was visited again,
it was by a tall shapely black woman. She wordlessly pulled her jeans and
panties down and took a seat on his face. He couldn't help but notice how
striking her bright pink slit stood out against her dark black skin as she was
lowering herself onto him.
Like before, he got a mouthful of warm gritty fluid. Again, she stood,
wiped her pussy with a wad of toilet paper, pulled up her jeans, and left.
###
Some time later, a rather plain looking girl came into his stall. She was
wearing some kind of tan pants and a halter-top. She took her pants and
panties completely off and hung them on the hook on the door.
She took a seat like those before, and he dutifully swallowed her pee. But
then she slid forward, higher on his face. Because of this, is nose was pushed
deep into her pussy and he couldn't breathe. He suddenly realized what was
over his mouth -- her asshole! He could feel her anus puckering against his
lips as she squirmed as though trying to push at something. A moment later, he
sensed a dull whoosh and he felt a slight warmth accompanied by a sudden
increase of pressure in his mouth. He could tell from the wicked smell that it
was a hot one!
He heard her grunt. He felt her anus quiver again. He knew what was about
to happen. Well, he had expected it. Her anus puckered again momentarily,
then relaxed. He heard her moan. Her anus puckered really big and, in an
instant, his mouth had filled with a lumpy sticky mass.
By now, his lungs were screaming to exhale. Her anus puckered again, and
more lumpy substance filled his mouth.
His lungs were in pain, and he swallowed a little of it, then a little
more. It was difficult to swallow while holding his breath. She seemed to
just sit on him for an eternity before her anus puckered yet again filling his
mouth to capacity.
Several moments passed, and then she stood. He nearly spit her shit out of
his mouth as his breath rushed out of his nose. Also, shitty liquid
immediately started running out the sides of his mouth and down his cheeks into
his ears and hair. He caught his breath and then swallowed just in time before
spitting any turds out. He looked up just as she finished wiping her ass with
a wad of toilet paper and tossed the shitty wad into a trash bin in the wall.
###
While he was swallowing gasping for breath, another woman had entered. He
hardly noticed. He had just finished swallowing the last lump of shit when he
got another mouthful of pussy.
Fortunately, she only peed. She finished quickly, and left as quickly. He
didn't even notice anything about her except that she pulled up a pair of jeans
before she walked out. At least she washed away the taste of the previous
woman's shit.
###
As he was laying there, feeling ill. He was visited yet again. She
appeared to be a short Hispanic girl. She peeled out of her ultra tight white
spandex knee-high shorts that had risen up into her clit and formed the shape
of her anatomy perfectly. Of course, she wasn't wearing any underwear; it
would spoil the effect. She slammed herself down on him hard. As she sat on
him, she started rubbing her mound against his face by sliding up and down on
him. She seemed to be getting off on him! Once again, he exploded into his
PVC pipe.
In a minute, she stopped and got down to business. He drank her piss
without any fuss, and she wiped her pussy and left.
###
A few minutes passed, and then another woman entered. He nearly jumped out
of his skin when the woman shouted, "Oh my God!"
He figured this must be a surprise for the women sometimes. He expected
her to leave, but she closed the door and pulled her pants down and took a
seat.
Like the others before, she emptied her bladder, which he dutifully
swallowed. She finished and stood. Then she sat back down again. This time,
you guessed it, with her anus over his mouth.
He steeled himself for his second feeding. This woman didn't squirm or
strain. Her asshole puckered out after barely an instant, and his mouth was
immediately filled with sticky goop, as he heard her say "Ahhh!"
It took him a couple of swallows to get it all down. Then her asshole
puckered out and he got a second mouthful.
He swallowed it in small swallows again. And again, her asshole puckered,
and he got a third mouthful!
_How much shit is in this bitch?_ he wondered.
It was a struggle to swallow this third mouthful. His stomach felt
bloated, and he could hardly swallow another lump. Still, he forced himself to
swallow lest she give him another assfull while his mouth was still full of her
shit.
To his relief, she stood, grabbed a wad of toilet paper, wiped her ass,
tossed the paper into the trash, pulled up her pants, then left.
###
After another half-hour and a few more unremarkable women had used him, a
rather cute girl walked into his stall. She looked at him for a moment and
giggled but didn't say anything. The jeans and panties come off and she was on
him. Her pee actually tasted kind of sweet! While sitting there, she started
chatting with one of her girlfriends in an adjacent stall.
"Ariel, I can't believe taking my high school ID picture and pasting on a
color copy of my mom's license, and then laminating it worked here!"
"Yeah, that's always worked for me everywhere, Meg! But next year, aren't
they going to raise the drinking age from eighteen to twenty one?"
"Yeah! That sucks!"
"So how do you like high school, anyway?"
"Oh, it sucks as much as middle school! But it's a bigger school and
there's way more guys to choose from." The giggling that followed as her bare
ass pressed down on his face sent quivers down his body, causing him to fill
his pipe yet again.
They continued talking about boys, and who got smashed last night, who got
laid the night before that, and where to go later tonight, and this and that,
yack, yack, yack; all the while sitting on his face. Even though she was
fairly light, she seemed to be growing heavier and heavier on him as she sat
there chatting away with her friend.
The conversation seemed to go on and on. Her, originally light weight, had
become oppressive and he was sweating heavily where her flesh was pressed
against his. His breathing was strained what with his nose pressed gently
against her muff, but he was able to take slow measured breaths. Her pubic
hair tickled his nose each time he inhaled. Time dragged on, and after a few
failed attempts to end the conversation, it finally came to an end after about
30 minutes later. She started to get up -- and immediately sat back down.
After a half-hour of gabbing, she had to pee again! Her friend had just left,
so she left promptly after emptying her bladder into him for the second time.
It just occurred to him that she said she was in first year high -- she had
to be no more than fifteen or sixteen. _Well,_ he thought, _I'm just strapped
in here helpless. It was totally her decision to come in here and use me. I
hope that counts in court!_
###
About fifteen minutes passed and he was visited again. This time it was s
cute Chinese girl with straight short black hair. She glanced down and caught
his eye for split second then looked away. The routine was getting boring --
she pulled her panties down, lifted her skirt up and very gently sat on him.
He immediately noticed how light she was! He realized she couldn't be as
light as she feels so he deduced that she was squatting partially and not truly
sitting. This was actually pleasant, he thought.
A moment later his mouth was again filled with the same gritty liquid he
has grown accustomed to.
She finished, wiped, and again stood to pull up her panties to leave.
Again he tried to catch her eye. Their eyes met for a brief moment, but he
merely caught shy smile on her face before she looked away.
###
Another woman came to use him shortly afterward. But when she lifted her
skirt, dropped her panties, and sat on his face, she didn't pee. Instead she
said, "Lick my twat and make me come, slave!"
Steve obliged. He found her clit and played with it using his tongue.
Then he sucked on it. He felt her getting tense as if ready to come, so then
he made circles around it with his tongue. She seemed to reach a plateau, but
he continued working her clit with his tongue. After what seemed about five to
ten minutes, she started panting, and then she finally came. She bounced on
his face while her pussy suddenly became so wet she was dripping into his
mouth. He continued swirling her clit with his tongue, and occasionally
flicking it causing her to bounce on him.
After a couple of bounces she said, "Okay! That's enough!" She then
stood, and pulled up her panties.
"Thanks!" she said, and then left.
###
More women came and went -- mostly white women, but also a surprising
number of Asian women -- Maybe Chinese or Japanese. There were, of course,
Hispanic women, and the occasional black woman. He starting to get used to
drinking the different "flavors." He had noticed that Asian, black, and
Hispanic women tasted bitterer than white women did. He guessed that it might
be due to the spicy food they ate. He had to pee, himself, and was glad for
the plumbing that was attached to him. He relieved himself into that PVC pipe
hanging on his dick during this moment between women.
###
The woman who just entered aroused his curiosity. She seemed to be more in
control of her movements than the previous women were.
As she positioned herself upon him, he noticed the familiar skirt of a
waitress uniform. He suddenly realized why she seemed different -- she wasn't
drunk! Most of the customers, he soon realized, were tipsy at best, and drunk,
stoned, or high at worst.
Her piss also tasted better, if that's the proper word. Of course, he
immediately realized he was drinking pretty much "used" alcohol from the other
women. Perhaps that explained the very slight buzz he had recently begun to
feel.
She used him in silence and returned to work without a word.
###
His next woman appeared to be somewhat plump. She removed her dress over
her head and hung it on the hook. She then pulled down her panties. He
suddenly realized that she wasn't fat -- she was pregnant! She had a difficult
time turning around to sit on him. When she did, he felt her weight more so
than anyone prior as her hip bones seemed to dig into his temples. She must
have weighed about 200 pounds! He hoped she would be quick about it.
As he had hoped, she was done quickly, but she seemed to have decided to
just sit for a while working up the strength to stand again. She sat on him
for about five minutes before deciding to make the effort to lift herself up
again and leave. He watched as she struggled back into her clothes. His heart
nearly skipped a beat when she almost fell backwards onto him as she nearly
lost her balance trying to get dressed.
###
The hours and the women passed. After having drunk several quarts of piss
from countless unknown women, not to mention about a half pound of shit from
one, he had lost count of the number of women who had used him. Thankfully, he
only had to eat shit that one time. He thought back to a couple of woman ago
of one who had shit smeared all over her asshole, and her pubic hair smelled of
stale piss, and her entire crotch reeked of BO. Somehow, he had endured the
experience. Most of the women who had used him had been clean and free of
really foul taste.
###
He gathered that it was around midnight and the place had become busier.
No sooner had the last woman to use him left, than another entered.
She was a black woman this time. Her braided hair swung out as she turned
her back to him. She was wearing a tight fitting bright red jumpsuit that took
her a few moments to extract herself from. She then removed her panties and
hung them along with the jumpsuit on the door hook. Having removed her
jumpsuit, she was totally naked. She carefully sat herself down on him. He
suddenly experienced the dread that he felt earlier. She had positioned her
anus over his mouth with his nose up hr pussy. She was squirming while he felt
her asshole pulsating. _Please,_ he thought to himself, _not again!_
He felt a vibration in his jaw as he sensed a dull pbthpbthpbthpbth. His
tongue located a few tiny bits of shit on the roof of his mouth. At least this
time, he was prepared better. A second later her asshole opened wide and a
continuous flood of foul sticky goo flowed forcefully into his mouth. He
gulped it down as fast as it gushed out her asshole. The floodgates eventually
stopped, and then she grunted out one last chunk.
To his relief, she slid backwards a small bit, uncovering his nose. He
breathed out and resumed breathing slowly, with his nose pressed lightly
against her crotch. She had positioned her clit over his mouth to finish her
duty by taking a leak. As she sat there for a while before doing anything, she
opened and closed her legs a few times. With each brief open movement, he
looked straight up at her. He didn't see much except for the undersides of her
breasts. Her nipples were slightly blacker than the surrounding black skin,
and they were pointed down and outward. He could see the bottom of her chin
between her cleavage. She seemed to be lost in some sort of daydream.
After about two or three minutes of just sitting there, she suddenly
clamped her legs together and he felt his mouth fill with more warm tangy
liquid. And her piss washed most of the taste of her shit away.
After a moment, she stood up. She grabbed a wad of toilet paper from the
roll, wiped her ass, and tossed the wad into the trash bin on the wall. Then
she left.
###
Steve was laying there between women, when he felt movement against that
pipe over his dick. It was lifted off, then he felt someone sit on his lap.
He had had a hard-on nearly the whole night, and whomever it was lifted up and
he felt his dick plunged into a pussy as she sat on it. He tried to reach up
and cop a feel, but his hands were shackled down. At that moment, a woman came
into his stall, dropped her jeans, and took a seat. At the same time, the
woman sitting on his lap started rocking back and forth, pumping his dick. The
woman on his face started to pee the same moment he exploded into that other
woman's pussy. He almost forgot to swallow, when his mouth got nearly full,
leaving him to gulp piss while coming. The one woman got off his face, wiped
with a wad of toilet paper, pulled her jeans up and left, leaving him to
swallow and to catch his breath. Then, spent, his dick lost its hard-on, and
the woman on his lap lifted herself off and replaced the pipe on his dick.
_Wow!_ was all he could think for the next few minutes.
###
As the night progressed, it seemed that the wild ones started to haunt the
bar. As he lay there, into his stall walked this unkempt looking young woman.
She dropped her baggy jeans on the floor. She wasn't wearing any underwear
either. However there was a string dangling from her pussy. _That's odd,_ he
thought. While straddling his face, she reached down, pulled the string out,
followed by a bloody tampon. As she continued to straddle his head, something
like a warm raindrop fell on his forehead. Then another dripped on to the side
of his nose. He was able to see the tip of his nose covered by a red splotch.
Looking straight up, he saw her bloody pussy come down onto his mouth. Before
he got a chance to mutter, "Please, don't!" she was upon him. She promptly
emptied her bladder into his mouth, but she remained seated. He felt a think
syrupy fluid very slowly seeping into his mouth. _Oh gross!_ He realized
she's just sitting there letting herself bleed into his mouth. It occurred to
him that this was what women must mean by a heavy flow. When a small puddle of
her blood had collected at rear of his mouth, he realized that she was still
making no motion to stand and he was going to have to swallow it in order to
breathe again.
After about fifteen minutes, she stood up and, while hovering over his face
yet again, she inserted a fresh tampon pad into her slit. He could see her
blood smeared all over her muff and thighs. He could also feel it smeared all
over his face. He realized that he had swallowed a good amount of her blood as
he lay there feeling queasy.
###
A few minutes later, he heard someone else walk in, or, rather, stagger in.
She, unfortunately, found his stall unoccupied and fell into it. She looked
completely wasted. She didn't hesitate to tear her jeans and panties off and
plops down on him hard. No sooner did he recover from the pain did he feel a
warm sensation flowing down his left cheek and a burning feeling in his left
eye. Fortunately, it didn't last long. She was off him as fast as she came
and was gone from his stall in a flash - probably to get another drink.
###
Another woman came to use him in due time. She lifted her skirt and, not
wearing any panties, sat. She peed without much fuss and then stood to leave.
However, his stomach was full, he felt like he couldn't swallow another drop.
"Wait," Steve said to her.
She looked down and said, "What?"
"Please tell someone that I want to be let out now."
"Ask who?" she asked.
"I don't know -- a bartender -- a waitress -- anybody! Please!"
"Okay. I'll tell someone."
"Thanks."
Then she left.
###
Another woman came in. She was tall and slender, but not very curvy. She
was very attractive, but more what he would call "handsome" than beautiful. As
usual, she dropped her jeans and removed her panties. He made sure there was
no blood in sight! She sat on him gingerly gradually setting her full weight
upon him. After draining her bladder into him, he thought she was trying to
stand up, but she only shifted position.
He guessed it -- he was about to get another taste of sticky goo. She
didn't hesitate either. As soon as she had positioned herself, her anus opened
wide as she gave out a grunt and he got a mouthful. Luckily, she didn't push
it out in one long flow like the previous woman. She pushed out a couple of
chunks and stopped. As he swallowed them, he noticed they aren't as soft and
squishy as the two earlier women. They were more hard and chewy. After a
pause, she pushed a few more chunks out. Then another pause, then more chunks.
After a final pause, she stood up, wiped her ass, pulled up her jeans and left.
###
Still later, someone staggered into his stall again. Oh, shit! It was
that same drunken girl who missed his mouth before. This time her aim was
better and she landed on target. Her piss tasted like alcohol! When she
finished, she didn't get up to leave. Instead, she leaned back against the
wall and started mumbling. Some time later, her mumbling turned into snoring.
As she dozed, her pelvis gradually slid higher up on his face. Her muff had
covered his nose, and he could no longer breathe! With about 100 pounds of
drunken femininity pressing down on his mouth, he couldn't call out for help.
###
He suddenly felt something cold splashing on his face. That Hispanic woman
who set him up was standing over him, slapping his face with a wet facecloth.
"What happened?" Steve asked.
"Your blood-oxygen alarm went off. A customer fell asleep on you and you
passed out. You'll be fine."
She started to leave.
"Wait!" Steve called out. "Let me out now, okay?"
"I can't let you out."
"Why not?"
"It's not up to me."
"Who's it up to then?"
"I don't know. But the rules are that I can't let you out."
She started to walk out again.
"Wait! Who made the rules? Who's in charge?"
She ignored him and left.
_"Bitch!"_ he muttered.
###
No one came to let him out. A few more women had even come and gone. But
at least he hadn't had to eat any more shit.
Then he heard a commotion outside. A man wearing a suit and tie walked
into his stall.
"What's this I hear you're harassing the customers?"
"I'm not harassing anyone! I just want to be let out, okay?"
"You're going to finish your shift. If you don't like the women, you'll be
moved to the men's room! Understand?"
"What? The men's room!"
"Yeah! Let me give you a sample!"
The manager unzipped his pants and Steve was suddenly staring up at the
guy's cock throbbing directly above his face.
_Oh gross!_ Steve thought.
"Should I sit and stick it in your mouth, or just pee standing?"
"Please! No! I'm not gay! Please don't!"
At that moment, he heard someone call from a distance, "Mr. Smith. You're
needed at the bar, there's a problem with the Budweiser tap! The customers are
complaining! Come quick!"
The suit zipped his fly and left the stall.
_Phew!_
A moment later that waitress came in, the one who first used him to pee
that night.
"Hey," she whispered, "Don't piss off Mr. Smith! He can be real bastard
when he's mad! Okay?"
"Sure, but how can I get out of here?"
"I don't know. But if you don't want to suck Smith's dick, just keep it
cool and he'll forget about you."
"Okay."
"Good, now I got to take a piss again. I'll go to someone else if you want
me to, but I'd like to use _you_ if you don't mind."
"I'm flattered! Okay, you can use me."
"Thanks!" she said with a smile.
As she did earlier that evening, she lifted her skirt and dropped her
pantyhose. She turned and wiggled her butt over his face and sat.
She emptied her bladder into his mouth for a second time that evening.
She stood, wiped her cunt with some toilet paper, pulled her pantyhose up,
and smoothed her skirt. She briefly turned and gave him a wink before she
left.
###
A few women later, he was visited by a tall, fair-skinned redhead in a sexy
dress. As soon as she lifted her dress, he noticed that she was completely
shaven! Although the view was short lived as she lowered herself onto him.
The sensation was odd. He had grown accustomed to their pubic hair
tickling his nose, and its absence felt weird.
Still, she peed just like every other woman. After she finished, she sat
on him for a moment seemingly collecting her thoughts. She then stood, wiped,
pulled her pantyhose back on, and left like all the others.
###
Steve felt that it must be really late. Maybe around 2:00 AM, though there
was no way to tell. If so, there was only about two more hours left until
closing time. He heard a couple of women walk in. One took the stall right
next to him; while this short little wild bomb -- you know the type -- walked
into his and immediately pulled down her short-shorts then plopped her sweet
little pair of cheeks right down before he had a chance to gasp. Yes, he
guessed it -- he was about to eat more shit. As she sat on him, he sensed her
anus puckering as she squirmed trying to push it out. He was used to this now.
As he waited for that first nauseating taste sensation, he noticed a familiar
odor followed by that sticky feeling he knew so well -- oozing out from her
pussy onto his forehead into his hair, and dribbling down his cheeks into his
ears.
He heard her talking to the girl in the next stall, "Ya' know, Jenna, I
just met this really rad guy! Tch, he just fucked me out in his van a second
ago, ya' know! He's just soooo cute, ya' know, tch, but I just don't know how
I'm gonna dump Johnny, he knows where to get the good stuff..." Her latest
conquest's cum was now dribbling up his nose.
_Oh man! I'm going to be sick this time! I just know it!_
Being that his head was pinned beneath her 90 pounds of tush and the rest
of him was shackled and strapped down onto that bench, he was stuck for as long
as she felt like taking. And women, as he had recently learned, like to take
their time, especially when they're chatting with their girlfriends! Her anus
had just opened up big and she let out a loud grunt, as she exploded into his
mouth.
She filled his mouth several times over as he struggled to keep up with her
output.
###
Then some woman staggered into his stall wearing black corduroy jeans and a
bikini top over firm pointy boobs. _Wow! What a view._ Yet, she nearly fell
down as she tried to keep her balance. Unfortunately, the view was better than
what followed. She kneeled, staring down at Steve upside-down. Then, a bare
moment later, she opened her mouth wide and puked right on Steve's face.
The intense puke-stench of her vomit was too gross for Jack's stomach to
take. He immediately puked up, himself, all over his own face.
She, however, wasn't finished. Barely a moment later, she vomited again.
She breathed heavily for about a minute before she said, "Oh Man! I'm
sorry, guy. I just had to run to the nearest bathroom to puke. Please. I'm
sorry."
Before he could answer, she wiped her mouth with her arm and staggered out
of the bathroom.
Steve pulled that lever at least ten times in a row after she left.
###
He had been peeing into the pipe more and more frequently as the night
drove on. He suddenly had to take a dump. Not surprising, since he had
consumed several ass-loads of shit from several different women during the
night. He just let it out through that hole in the bench, into the pail
beneath his ass. He had to do quite a load, and he was thankful that no one
was using him at that moment.
###
He continued to be used by woman after woman as the night dragged on.
Eventually, though, the lights blinked a few times.
_Yes! Closing time!_
The din outside died down and the club gradually became dead quiet. After
a time, he heard some women enter the restroom, rattling about and chatting.
That Hispanic woman was back again. This time, she had a mop and bucket
and had started washing the floor around him. She opened the box containing
his head and hosed his head, face, and hair with warm soapy water. Then she
rinsed him off with warm water from another small hose.
Steve asked, "Aren't you going to let me out now that the club is closing?"
"Didn't you read the contract?"
She wiped his face dry with another cloth and closed the box over his head
again. Then she sat down with her ass pressed against the lid with his face
between her spread legs. Her stockings felt scratchy against his cheeks.
Looking down at his face between her open legs, she started, "Look, here's
how it works."
"Yeah, how does it work?"
"Just shut up and listen! The next guy who answers the ad by the door
replaces the guy who's been on here the longest. Then the next guy replaces
the guy who's been here the longest. So on, and so on."
"So how long do I have to wait to be replaced?"
"How do I know? That's how it works."
Steve persisted, "Well, usually how long?"
"Well look. There are eight guys in all -- well, six guys and two women."
"Yeah, I noticed the women when I started. So there really are women who
want to be toilet slaves?"
"Yup! How a woman can do this, I don't know. Surprised the hell out of me
the first time a woman came to the door. Causes all kinds of problems too
because all the men want to do is go to the men's room to use the woman."
"Yeah, I bet! So how often do you replace them with new guys, or girls, as
the case may be?"
"I told you! Didn't you listen? Whenever someone knocks on the door, he
replaces whoever's been here the longest!"
"Well, how often does that happen?"
"How the hell do I know? I don't exactly keep track! Maybe once a week,
or so. Sometimes we get two guys together, sometimes weeks go by without any
takers."
"So the average is one guy gets replaced a week?"
"Maybe. I think it's something like that."
"So there's eight toilet slaves, and you replace about one each week, so I
have to wait about eight weeks to get out?"
"I guess so. That sounds about right. But we get more gay guys than
straight guys, so the men's room turns over faster than the women's room."
"Oh, so it's not exactly whoever's been the longest?"
"Well, not really. If we get a guy wants to be a toilet in the men's room,
he'll replace whoever's been in the men's room the longest."
"So I'm going to be here _at least_ eight weeks. Probably longer. Right?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I can't eat shit for eight weeks! You got to let me out! It was great to
do it this once, you know, for the thrill. But I can't stay here for weeks and
weeks."
"Tough shit!"
"But why? Come on, can't you let me out?"
"Look, it ain't so bad. Friday and Saturday nights are pretty busy. You
started on the busiest night, but the rest of the week isn't so bad. And the
club is closed Sunday and Tuesday, so you get a break on those two days."
"Wonderful! So when do you feed me?"
"Feed you? Now you want to be fed! You've been eating all night!"
"Yeah, I've been eating -- eating shit! You'll feed me real food won't
you?"
"Actually, I almost forgot. Here, take these pills." She stood up,
reached into her cart, opened a bottle, and dropped a pill into his mouth.
Then she opened another bottle, and dropped a second pill into his mouth.
"Mmmph, what's this?"
"One's a multi-vitamin pill, and the other's an antibiotic." She sat back
down.
"But I'll starve! I can't live off women's shit and vitamin pills. You
got to give me real food! Please!"
"Sorry to break the news to you, but the human digestive tract isn't very
efficient."
"So?"
"So, there's plenty of food value in what you get from the customers."
"That can't be true!"
"Yeah, it is! If anything, our toilet slaves _gain_ weight during their
stay with us, because they eat well and they don't do any physical work. So
that's why that's the only 'food' you're getting. Now, it's late, I'm beat,
and I'm going home to my boyfriend and get laid!"
She stood and walked out of the stall. A moment later, the lights went
out, plunging him into utter darkness.
He eventually dozed off to sleep. The club would open again too soon.
- END -
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