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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} TOILET SLAVE 2 {Hungry Guy} (F+/M BF WM cons f/M bf nc ws scat Fdom interr oral Mpov)
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{ASS} TOILET SLAVE 2 {Hungry Guy} (F+/M BF WM cons f/M bf nc ws scat 
Fdom interr oral 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. 

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.

    ###

    The cab ride from the hotel Saturday afternoon was uneventful.  
The cab turned into a trailer park, drove down a long asphalt 
driveway, past countless trailers situated on small but well-groomed 
lawns, and stopped in front of a well-kept tan trailer.  He grabbed 
his knapsack, got out of the cab, walked up to the door, rang the 
bell, and waited. 

    About two years ago, Steve had answered an ad from a woman in a 
BDSM newsgroup seeking a toilet slave.  He was a virgin, as toilet 
slaves go.  That time, it was merely a three-hour train ride from 
Long Island to Atlantic City, and he had gone for just a weekend.  
Like that first time he had been a toilet slave, he was scared to 
death, but now he came all this way.  

    This time, he had arrived by air the previous day.  He wanted to 
be rested and fresh when he started his service.  It was a long 
flight from New York to California.  That's why he arrived on Friday 
and stayed in a hotel that night. 

    After being Emily's toilet two years ago, she had given him her 
business card as she drove him back to the train station and had 
invited him to call her.  He called a week later, and they had 
started hanging out as equals rather than BDSM master and slave.  She 
had said that while she loved having him as her personal toilet, she 
didn't want her lover to be her slave.  After he became her lover, 
she wouldn't even let him drink her pee.  Still, he had expected 
Emily to be everything he wanted in a girlfriend, especially when it 
came to being adventurous, uninhibited, and kinky in bed.  On top of 
that, she was successful in business and quite well-to-do.

    He was thrilled when she gave him a blow job when they slept 
together after their first date.  She even swallowed!  No woman had 
swallowed before, but she had told him that she loves to swallow.  
However, several months into the relationship, Emily turned out to be 
just all the rest of his previous vanilla girlfriends -- she would 
just lie there like a sack of potatoes while he went down on her then 
fucked her.  She no longer gave him head.  She said she had problems 
with her teeth, and it hurt to blow him.  She said that she also had 
back problems, and she couldn't be more active in bed because of her 
back pain.  He tried to be sympathetic, but had grown tired of the 
same old excuses that he had heard over and over before.  But she 
wasn't sympathetic to his own idiosyncrasies, demanding that he get 
up early at the crack of dawn with her, though he liked to sleep late 
on weekends.  

    So after two years of living with Emily, he had run his own ad to 
be a toilet slave.  Actually, he had only intended it to be a goof, 
just to see if he would get any replies.  But when he checked his e-
mail, he was stunned at the number of women who wanted to own a 
toilet slave!  A lesbian African-American couple had been the first 
to answer his ad, and here he was.  He had agreed to be their toilet 
slave for a whole week, not just a weekend like his first experience.  

    The door opened, and in it was framed a tall muscular black woman 
with a crew cut of brightly dyed-orange hair.  Steve recognized her 
from the JPEG the couple had sent him.  This was Lakeisha.  Se was 
wearing black corduroys and a black halter top with about an inch of 
midriff showing.  

    She held the door open without saying anything, and he stepped 
in.  

    She closed the door and then shouted, "Sonya!  He's here!"

    A second later, another black woman came out of the hallway 
leading from the other end of the trailer.  Sonya was not quite as 
tall or muscular as Lakeisha.  Her hair was all in long braids, and 
she had a nose ring.  She wore purple shorts and a red tank top.  She 
walked over to the sofa, plopped down, and glared at Steve.

    Lakeisha sat next to Sonya, putting her arm around the other girl 
and giving her a kiss.  She, too looked then up at Steve and glared 
at him.

    Not knowing what to do, he walked over and sat in a chair facing 
them.

    Lakeisha started questioning him, "So, you's a toilet slave, 
huh?"

    "I've been one before, yes."

    "So you got experience?"

    "Yes, I have experience."  

    "And you's going to be our toilet slave for a week, until next 
Sunday, right?"

    "Yeah, that's what we agreed to, isn't it?"

    Lakeisha then stuck her finger up her nose, swirled out around 
for a moment, withdrew it, and then leaned forward and pointed at 
Steve. 

    "Suck my finger clean," she commanded.

    Steve leaned forward.  On the tip of her finger was a big gray 
glob of snot.  He opened his mouth, leaned forward and closed his 
lips on her finger and sucked the booger off her finger.  He slid his 
mouth off her finger, and sat back again.

    Lakeisha and Sonya just looked at each other and smiled.

    Lakeisha looked back to Steve and said, "And you's going back 
home Sunday night?"

    Steve swallowed her booger and answered, "Well, actually, I'm 
really staying for two weeks.  After you let me go next Sunday, I'm 
going to go down to San Francisco and play tourist the second week."

    Sonya then whispered something in Lakeisha's ear and they both 
laughed, then kissed again.

    "Something else," Lakeisha continued, "We're having a Sistah 
Munch next Saturday night.  And we want you to be the guest of honor.  
You okay wit dat?"

    Steve was speechless for a moment, "Uh, wow!  Sure!  But, uhm, 
since I've never spoken with these other women, please tell them I 
can only drink their piss, they can't, you know, shit.  Okay?"

    Lakeisha and Sonya whispered together back and forth for a few 
moments, then Lakeisha spoke again, "You ready to get started now?"

    "Yeah, I'm ready."

    The two women stood.  Lakeisha walked down the hallway to the 
other end of the trailer, whole Sonya stood glaring at Steve.  Steve 
stood and followed Lakeisha, and Sonya followed him.

    He followed Lakeisha into a spare empty bedroom with a 
contraption similar to the one he was placed in two years ago.  _Some 
BDSM outfit must stamp these thing out,_ he thought. 

    Like the device of two years ago, this on was also a padded 
wooden platform, apparently custom-built.  About six inches tall it 
was, two feet wide, and about six feet long.  At one end was a wooden 
box with a toilet seat mounted on it.  The seat was the height of a 
normal toilet.  In the middle of the surface was a hole with a 
plastic pan under the hole.  She leaned down and swung the box open.  
It was split and hinged horizontally, the bottom of the box was 
padded and lined with plastic.  There was a hole on the upper half of 
the box, now swung open, revealing the underside of the toilet lid.  
There was a half-circular hole in each of the box halves, open to the 
padded platform.  Instead of shackles, this one had a wooden stockade 
for his ankles, and two smaller stockades that closed over his 
wrists.  All these restraints, and the head-box had clasps for 
padlocks.  And the padlocks were hanging open on all the clasps.  
Even the belt strap buckles had padlocks on them.

    Lakeisha handed him a plastic _TRY-N-SAVE_ shopping bag and said, 
"Put your clothes and stuff in this bag.  You'll get it back when you 
go."

    Steve obediently undressed and put his clothing in the bag while 
Lakeisha and Sonya watched.  Then, he sat on the platform, leaned 
back, placed his head in the bottom-half of the open box, and placed 
his wrists and ankles in the lower halves of the open stockades.

    Lakeisha closed the stockade over his ankles, latched it, and 
clocked two padlocks on the two clasps.  Then she closed each of the 
two stockades over his wrists, and locked the padlocks on the clasps 
on them.  Next, she buckled the straps over his chest and waist, and, 
again, latched the padlocks on the belt buckles.

    Next, she picked up a thing that looked like a length of white 
PVC pipe with a 45 degree angle piece at one end.  She slid the pipe 
between his legs and then slid the angle piece completely onto his 
dick.  The feeling was strange, but not uncomfortable.  

    Finally, she lifted the top half of the head box and swung it 
closed over his head.  He heard her latch the latches and lock the 
two remaining padlocks on the clasps.  The inside bottom of the 
toilet seat was a fraction of an inch from his nose.  His face, it 
seemed was flush with the toilet seat.  His reflection was perfectly 
clear in the underside of the plastic seat cover.  He remembered his 
first thought the very first time he was locked into one of these 
contraptions, _This must be kind of what it's like to be an astronaut 
wearing a helmet with a glass plate right in front of your face._

    Lakeisha lifted the lid of the toilet seat.  He looked up at the 
ceiling and then at her face, and it was really weird looking at her 
face from below and upside down.  Both women then left the room.  

    Like the first time, he tested the stocks.  The first device two 
years ago had had shackles rather than stocks.  The stocks were less 
comfortable, plus they were padlocked.  Like before, he tried to 
squeeze his wrists out of the stocks, but he didn't have the 
leverage.  Unlike before, he didn't panic.  He sighed, yawned, and 
settled in to wait for his first use by one of these two black women.

    The woman who used him previously was well-to-do and had a large 
home -- he was in near silence when she was in a different part of 
her house.  This time, he could clearly hear them talking and going 
about their daily routine, as the noises echoed through the trailer.  
They were playing EMINEM, Snoop Doggy Dog, and other rappers.  

    It wasn't long before his first use.  Sonya walked in about a 
half-hour after he was installed.  Without a word, she walked up to 
him, turned her ass to him, and pulled her purple shorts down.  He 
looked up into her tight black ass hovering over him for a split 
second before she took a seat on his face.  He couldn't help but 
notice how the blackness inside her ass-crack was extra black against 
her black ass, and her slit glowed like a pink neon tube against her 
black crotch.

    The view was short lived before her crotch was pressing against 
his nose.  Emily had been slow and gentle, especially the first time 
she used him.  Sonya, on the other hand, immediately let her pee gush 
out into his mouth without pause.  Recalling his past training, he 
gulped it down as rapidly as she filled his mouth, though it was a 
struggle to keep up with her.  She stood, reached between her legs 
with a wad of toilet paper, wiped her cunt clean, then pulled her 
shorts up, and walked out of the room. 

    A little later, Lakeisha came to him with a full bladder and did 
the same thing.  He gulped it down without any problems. 

    Both women used him several more times that day.  Neither of them 
had said a word to him since they first shackled him into the toilet 
box.

    Lakeisha and Sonya stayed up late watching TV.  Sonya used him 
one last time before going to bed. 

    Laying there after they had gone to bed, filtered light from a 
streetlight shone through the curtains of the window of the spare 
bedroom that he was in.  Emily had placed him in a large walk-in 
closet off her master bathroom where it was pitch black at night, 
even during the day with the light off and the door closed.  He 
thought about how Emily had come to use him during the night, and 
wondered if he would be so used by either of these two women.

    Not too long after, he started hearing their grunts and moans 
echoing through the walls from the master bedroom.  He fantasized 
about what he might be seeing if he were watching the two women go at 
it, and that made him cum in the plastic pipe over his dick.  The 
sexual release relaxed him and he soon fell asleep.  

    That night, he was startled awake, "...hey!  Wake up!  I got'a 
take a wicked leak!"

    One of them was standing over him naked.  He could barely make 
out her figure by the filtered street light.  He thought it might be 
Sonya, but he wasn't sure.  She turned and sat as he quickly opened 
his mouth to accept her.  She quickly emptied her bladder into his 
mouth, and he swallowed it all without mishap.  Then she stood and 
returned to bed.  

    He dozed off again, and was awaken again by one of them.  Like 
either a moment, or an hour before, se did her business and returned 
to bed without a word.

    He was awaken several more times during the night, each time, not 
sure who it was.  

    ###

    He awoke on day 2, Sunday, to the sounds of birds chirping 
outside the window.  Sonya and Lakeisha, it seemed, were still 
sleeping.  A few hours passed, and he finally heard their bedroom 
door open.  Lakeisha walked into his room and sat on his face without 
comment.  Then, having emptied her bladder, she got up, wiped her 
pussy with a wad of toilet paper, and walked out of the room.  

    Then it was Sonya's turn.  She entered and sat on him.  It felt 
odd having Sonya pee him just seconds after drinking from Lakeisha.

    The two woman went into the kitchen and made themselves 
breakfast.  He couldn't recognize the odor, maybe some kind of 
vegetables.

    A few hours went by.  Sonya and Lakeisha spent most of the time 
out in the living room watching television together.  

    He hard footsteps approaching, and Sonya entered.  She dropped 
her pants and sat in him again.  Like before, she peed and then stood 
and walked out of the room to return to watching television. 

    A little while later, Lakeisha entered the room.  She stood there 
for a second looking down at him.  Steve looked back up and met her 
stare.  At that, Lakeisha broke eye contact, turned around, dropped 
her pants, and sat.  

    Steve knew.  He had experienced this before.  Lakeisha was 
sitting more forward on his face than before.  His nose was inserted 
into her pussy, and her anus was over his mouth.  He could feel it 
quivering against his lips.  Then, an instant later, her asshole 
puckered out and his mouth was immediately filled with a long thick 
one.  It was too big to swallow, so he tried to chew it.  But an 
instant later, her asshole puckered out again, and he got a second 
mouthful as big as the first.

    He struggled to chew and swallow as much as he could before she 
pushed out another huge log. 

    She did, too.  His mouth was packed solid with her shit now, 
making it even more difficult to chew and swallow.  It didn't help 
that his lungs were screaming in pain to take a breath.  He managed 
to chew and swallow a little some more of it.  Then a little more.  
And as he swallowed more and emptied his mouth, it because easier to 
chew and swallow, but the pain of holding his breath so long became 
nearly unbearable.  

    He swallowed a little more, and, _Oh shit!_ her asshole puckered 
out yet again and she shit another lump into his mouth.  

    _How much shit does this bitch have up her ass?_ he asked 
himself.  At least it wasn't a huge fat one like the last three.  

    She finally stood and he watched as she wiped her ass as it 
wiggled over his face.  Suddenly, the stink of shit filled the room, 
and the awful taste in his mouth made him feel like puking.  Having 
endured this the year before, he breathed slowly and carefully, 
trying desperately not to puke.  He didn't even notice that Lakeisha 
had walked out of the room.

    A little later, Sonya had to take another leak.  It helped wash 
the taste of Lakeisha's shit away.

    A few more hours passed, and it grew dark outside except for the 
light from that streetlight.

    Again, the two women stayed up late watching TV.  But eventually, 
they started to get ready for bed.  Both Sonya and Lakeisha took a 
whiz before going to bed.  

    Like the previous night, each woman had to wake him to use him 
several times during the night.  

    ###

    Like the previous morning, he awoke on day 3, Monday, to the 
sounds of those same birds chirping outside the window.  Unlike the 
previous morning, it seemed that they were up bright and early.  
Steve heard the shower running for a few minutes, then it stopped.  A 
moment later, Sonya walked in completely naked.  The view would have 
been much better right-side-up, but looking at her upside down as she 
stood over him took a little away, not much, but a little.  The view, 
was short lived, as she promptly sat on his face and took a leak.  
She finished, wiped, and left the room.  

    It seemed that Sonya had got up by herself.  Steve heard her 
return to the bedroom for a few minutes, then she went to the kitchen 
for a while.  The smell of toast toasting sure smelled good!  But the 
smell was short lived.  Sonya went outside, started her car, and 
drove off.

    Later that day, Lakeisha awoke.  Lakeisha went through the same 
routing as Sonya.  Steve got a drink from Lakeisha before she, too, 
had breakfast and drove off to work.

    He was alone, locked up.  He started to become frightened.  
During their email discourse, he had agreed to remain locked up while 
they were at work.  They didn't want a stranger to have free reign to 
their home, and they had wanted him to be available for their use 
immediately upon returning home.  At the time, that seemed to be a 
reasonable concern and desire.  But now he wasn't so sure.  They were 
always talking in the newsgroups about how you should never leave 
someone bound and unattended.  Well, there was nothing he could do 
about it now.

    The hours passed slowly in the empty trailer.  He amused himself 
by listening to the car noises outside.  When he heard the kids 
yelling outside, he figured that it was about 2:00 or 3:00 in the 
afternoon as school was letting out.  He had also become quite 
thirsty, and was hoping that Lakeisha or Sonya would return home soon 
and have to pee. 

    Eventually, Sonya returned home from work.  The first thing she 
did was come to Steve and sit on his face to relieve his thirst.  
Then she went out to the kitchen.  A couple of hours later, Lakeisha 
also returned home, and also gave Steve a drink.

    The evening passed uneventfully.  The routine was already 
becoming familiar.  They stayed up late watching TV, using him once 
or twice and then they each used him before finally going to bed. 

    Of course, he was used during the night as well.

    ###

    Day 4, Tuesday, turned out to be nearly a repeat of Monday.  The 
only difference is that Sonya took a dump when she got home from 
work.  Steve was actually glad for this, for he hadn't had anything 
to eat since Lakeisha had taken a shit on Sunday.  He just wasn't 
prepared for the amount of shit she pumped into him, however.  Like 
Lakeisha, Sonya walked in, dropped her pants, and took a seat on 
Steve's face.  First, she peed into his mouth satisfying the thirst 
he had built up during the long wait of the day.  Then she slid 
herself forward to place her anus over his mouth.  Barely a moment 
later, she oozed a big log out her asshole into his mouth.  Then, 
without let up, she dumped another.  Then another, with barely a 
pause.  Steve started to panic.  She was crapping into his mouth so 
fast that he couldn't gulp it down fast enough.  His mouth was jam 
packed.  If he didn't swallow, he thought he would surely die by 
choking on her shit.  Against the crushing weight of her body on his 
head, and his lungs screaming in pain for breath, and with a mouthful 
of shit, he forced himself to swallow a chunk just in time for her to 
push out another from her asshole.  He swallowed another, just as she 
shit another lump.  Then another.  She finally stopped shitting into 
his mouth, but remained seated for a moment.  He managed to swallow a 
few more lumps before she stood.  Steve was glad that she had stayed 
seated, for he knew he would have involuntarily spit some of her shit 
out of his mouth the moment the weight of her body was off his mouth. 

    She wiped her ass and left the room, and he took his time 
swallowing all the shit she had left in his mouth.

    The evening and night passed as usual again. 

    ###

    He awoke on day 5, Wednesday, just as Lakeisha had just got out 
of the shower and walked in to use him.  She took a piss and a shit.  
Fortunately, it was just a couple of lumps and after the past couple 
of times, it was relatively easy for him to keep up with her this 
time. 

    The rest of the day was basically a repeat of the previous 
weekdays.

    ###

    He awoke on day 6, Thursday.  At least he thought it was 
Thursday.  He had lost count and wasn't really sure what day it was.  
Sonya and Lakeisha got up, used him, had breakfast, and left for work 
on schedule.

    However, Sonya came home from work with an extra voice.  It 
sounded like a kid.  A moment later, someone quickly shut the door on 
him.  Sonya and Lakeisha had each come to pee once or twice the rest 
of the day, but now they kept the door closed.  _I wonder what's 
going on,_ Steve wondered. 

    ###

    Steve awoke on day 7, Friday, to the usual morning.  But soon 
after Lakeisha and Sonya left for work, he learned what was going on.  
A girl slowly opened the door and peeked in, and let out a gasp.  "So 
you's a toilet slave, huh?"

    "What, who's there?" Steve asked.

    The girl came in and looked at Steve from the usual perspective, 
looking down while Steve looked up at her standing over him.  She was 
a young black girl with her hair all in braids.  She looked to be 
about 15 or 16, but it was hard to tell with her face upside-down.  
She was wearing skin-tight purple shorts and a black bikini-top with 
some kind of lacy black stockings. 

    "I'm Sophia.  Who are you?"

    "I'm Steve?"

    "Why's you locked in that thing with yo' face in the middle of a 
toilet seat?  S'that 'cause you's a toilet slave?"

    "Yes, I'm a toilet slave.  What about you?  Where did you come 
from?"

    "School's closed today and mamma wanted me to stay with Aunt 
Sonya instead of the hood where I won't get in no trouble.  You wan'a 
get in trouble?"

    "Trouble?  No, I don't think I want to get in trouble.  What 
grade are you in?"

    "Ah'm in tenth grade."

    "So you must be, what?  Fifteen?"

    "Ah'm sixteen.  Ah flunked out as a freshman, so I got's to 
repeat ninth grade again."

    "Well, I hope you pass this time?"

    "Why?"

    "Why what?"

    "You don't know me.  Why do you care if I pass?"

    "I guess I'm just being nice."

    "School sucks!  And I saw you checkin' me out befo'!  You wan' do 
me, don't ya?"

    "I don't think that would be a good idea."

    "Why not?  You think I'm just a kid, don't ya?"

    "I didn't say that.  I think you're an attractive young woman."

    "Yeah?  Then you do want some!"

    She walked over and kneeled by my side and removed the pipe from 
my dick. 

    "Hey!  Please!  Don't do that!"

    Steve was bursting with sexual tension since he hadn't even been 
able to jerk off in a week.  He felt her slide his dick into her 
mouth, and he exploded into her mouth the instant he felt her lips 
close around the base of his dick.  She continued to stroke his dick 
with her mouth, milking every last drop of cum out of him.  

    She stood and said, "Yeah, right you weren't hot fo' me!"

    Steve couldn't think of anything quick to say, and in a moment, 
she had pulled her stockings down and had her ass on his face.  
Instead of peeing, she just rubbed her pussy against his mouth.  

    "Hey!  C'mon fucker!  Gimme some tongue!  I did you!  Only fair 
that you do me!"

    Steve didn't know what to do.  She was right, it was only fair 
that he now make her come.  So he stuck out his tongue and licked her 
clit as she slid her ass back and forth.  She, of course, came after 
a moment or two, her pussy suddenly getting really wet as she bounced 
all over his face.

    She stood and looked back down at him again.  He, of course, got 
hard all over again.  So she straddled and sat on him and fucked 
herself with his dick.  It took some work for her to make him come a 
second time in a row, but he did in due course.

    Then she replaced the pipe on his dick, pulled her stockings up, 
and said, "We'll keep this out little secret, okay?"

    "Yeah, sure," is all Steve could say.

    She left him alone the rest of the day.  Lakeisha and Sonya 
eventually came home from work, and Sonya left again with Sophia.

    Sophia returned, and they used him throughout the rest of the day 
and night as usual.

    ###

    He awoke on day 8, Saturday.  Steve knew it was Saturday because 
neither of them went to work.

    They got up later in the morning, each giving him a drink in 
turn.  They were quite active, however, the rest of the afternoon.  
He had remembered that they were having a Munch in the evening, and 
he was to be the "public toilet" for all the women.  He was both 
excited and scared to death at the same time.  Sonya and Lakeisha 
must be busily dusting and cleaning and getting ready for the party.

    Throughout the day, they peed him a few times, and one of them 
took a shit.  The odd thing is that he didn't even notice whether it 
was Lakeisha or Sonya.  

    It eventually grew dark outside.  It startled him when the 
doorbell rang.  It was followed by footsteps, the door opening, and 
voices talking.  Over the next half hour or so, more people arrived.  

    Quite unexpectedly, Lakeisha and Sonya walked in, followed by a 
small group of other black women.

    "Here it is -- our toilet slave!  Feel free to use it."

    He could feel all their eyes on him, but he kept his gaze down.  
He heard their collective mumbling as they returned to the living 
room.

    Almost no time passed, however, before one of the women came to 
him and closed the door.  Her hair was combed back into a knot at the 
back of her head.  She was wearing a leather blouse and a leather 
skirt.  She turned her back to him and lifted her skirt, revealing a 
leather g-string which she, then pulled down.  Then she took a seat.  
She peed.  Then she stood, reached for some toilet paper, wiper her 
pussy, tossed the paper into the trash, pulled up her g-string, and 
returned to the party.

    A little later, another of the women came to him similarly 
dressed.  She, too, peed and returned to the party.

    A little later, another woman entered his room and closed the 
door.  She stood there for a moment.  Steve looked up at her.  Man, 
she was a big one -- a tall black amazon.  Furthermore, she was bald.  
She wasn't in garb, however.  She wore denim jeans, a black cloth 
blouse, and a denim jacket.  

    She walked up to him, turned, dropped her jeans, and took a seat.  
Like the others, she gave him a full bladder to drink.  Then she 
stood.  But instead of leaving, she turned to face him and waited for 
him to swallow all her pee. 

    Then, unexpectedly, she walked forward straddling his face, 
facing the back of the seat.  She sat on him again, this time with 
her pussy over his mouth and is nose pressed into her ass crack.   

    He gulped a breath just before she sat again.  Of course, he 
couldn't breathe, what with his nose up her ass. 

    "Make me come with yo' tongue!  Ah ain't gett'n up till ah come!"

    At that command, Steve started playing with her clit with his 
tongue.  If she was serious, he didn't have much time to make her 
come before he passed out.  He sucked on her clit and then drew 
little circles around it with his tongue.  It was becoming tiring to 
work her clit while holding his breath.  He continued circling her 
clit with his tongue, until she finally came.  He felt her tense up 
for a moment, then she started bouncing on his face while her pussy 
suddenly became so wet it was dripping into his mouth.

    By now, his lungs were in agony.  She continued to bounce and 
quiver for a few more moments before she stood.

    Steve couldn't believe what she did next.  She stepped down and 
removed the pipe from his dick.  He, of course, was hard as a rock.  
She straddled him and lowered herself onto his dick.  Her cunt was so 
wet that his dick slid into her without any fuss.  She bounced up and 
down on him until he exploded into her. 

    She remained seated on him until he finished bucking.  Then she 
pulled her jeans up, put the pipe back on hid soaking wet dick, and 
said, "Hair trigger, but you'll do!"  Then she returned to the party.

    Through the evening, assorted black women continued to use him, 
fat and skinny, tall and short, attractive and ugly.  And despite his 
request, one even took a shit into his mouth.  

    The party lasted late into the night, and it soon became a 
struggle to drink so much piss.  He also stopped paying attention to 
what the different amazons wore or looked like.

    Eventually, the party ended and the guests left. 

    Actually, it was a comfort to have Sony and Lakeisha pee in him 
before they went to bed.   

    ###

    Sonya and Lakeisha got up especially last on day 9, Sunday.  As 
usual, they took turns peeing in him, and then spent the day cleaning 
up from the party, presumably.

    The day passed, and by nightfall, Steve was concerned.  This was 
to be his last day, so when Lakeisha came to him at night he said, 
"Uhm, today's Sunday!  You are releasing me tonight, right?"

    "Nope!" Lakeisha answered.  "We decided to keep you another week 
since your flight home isn't until next week."

    "What?  You can't do that!"

    "Sure we can!  We are!  So deal with it!"

    Before Steve could get another word out, she sat and gave him a 
drink, then went back out to the living room.  

    A little later, both women went to bed, leaving Steve to ponder 
this new development.

    ###

    When he awoke on day 10, Monday, it was basically a repeat of the 
last workday.  Sonya and Lakeisha peed into him in the morning,  
Lakeisha took a piss and a shit upon returning from home.  Soya took 
a piss upon returning from home.  Then, before going to bed, Lakeisha 
took a piss and Sonya took a shit.  

    ###

    On the morning of day 11, Tuesday, Steve gasped when Sonya, her 
ass hovering over his face, pulled a bloody red tampon out of her 
pussy before sitting on his face.  Steve wasn't too distraught, 
however, as he had expected some woman to have her period sometime 
during his hobby as a toilet slave -- and with two women, it was 
almost inevitable.  The blood tasted a little slick, and her pussy 
smelled a little different, but there was no difference, otherwise to 
how she tasted.  At least she didn't shit.  That evening, all they 
each did was pee a few times.

    ###

    On Day 12, Wednesday, Sonya's period was thicker today, otherwise 
it was an ordinary day.  Drink piss in the morning.  Drink piss when 
they came home from work.  Eat some shit from one of them.  Drink 
more piss.  Bedtime. 

    ###

    He awoke on day 13, Thursday.  Sonya and Lakeisha got up, used 
him, had breakfast, and left for work on schedule.  Sonya still had 
her period.

    Then the long daily wait started.  Each day was becoming more 
boring than the previous one.   

    Per the routine, Sonya eventually returned home from work and 
gave Steve a drink.  Then Lakeisha did the same.  But after peeing, 
Lakeisha slid forward and dumped a load into Steve's mouth.  Steve 
was getting used to it now.  It was still a struggle to keep up with 
her steady output, but he knew he could do it and so didn't panic any 
more.

    But then he heard Sonya's voice from the hallway, "C'mon love!  
Hurry up!  I gotta take a dump!"

    _Oh, oh!_

    No sooner had Lakeisha finished than Sonya sat down on him.  He 
hadn't even had time to swallow the last of Lakeisha's shit before 
Sonya squirted a lump out her asshole into his mouth.  

    Steve steeled himself to continue struggling to keep up.  Sonya 
shit a few lumps and then left as well. 

    Shit from two different women in his mouth one right after the 
other left a combined taste so intense that he nearly lost the fight 
to keep from puking it all up.  Still, after a while, he was able to 
resist the urge and keep their mixed shit down.

    The evening passed as usual.  Sonya and Lakeisha came to pee a 
few more times during the evening, and during the night.

    ###

    He awoke on day 14, Friday, to the usual.  

    Lakeisha and Sonya came home from work as usual.  But they both 
seemed a little giddy in the evening, and they both disappeared into 
their bedroom for a time.  But after a short while, they both came 
out and entered his room.  They were both naked and giggling.  

    Lakeisha sat on Steve's face, and then Sonya sat on Lakeisha's 
lap.  Lakeisha didn't pee or anything, and Steve looked up between 
their two sets of legs to see them making out while sitting in his 
face.  Lakeisha was sitting normally, with her muff pressed slightly 
against his nose but the weight of Sonya on Lakeisha's lap pressed 
lakeisha's muff more tightly against his nose, and it was a struggle 
to breathe.

    Time passed, and they seemed oblivious to his presence beneath 
their collective asses.  They enjoyed themselves like this for a good 
long time, too.  Fortunately, Steve was able to suck in and release 
an occasional breath as they squirmed and wiggled in their necking.  

    Eventually, they got off and went back into the bedroom for the 
night.

    ###

    He assumed that it was Saturday again, day 15, since the two 
women stayed in bed through the morning hours.  

    When they awoke, they both gave him his drinks, and Sonya took a 
shit. 

    Then, that afternoon, Sonya and Lakeisha walked into the room and 
started unlocking and unshackling him.

    "It is Sunday already?" Steve asked.

    "No," Lakeisha answered, "We's letting you out a day early."

    "Yeah," added Sonya, "They's someone here fo' you."

    "Someone here?  For me?  No one knows I'm here."

    Lakeisha tossed the _TRY-N-SAVE_ bag with his clothes on the 
floor.  "Jus' get dressed."

    He pulled out a set of clean folded clothes out of his knapsack 
and dressed himself under their glare. 

    Dressed, he stood and followed them out to the living room.  
Standing there was the bald black woman from the Sistah Munch last 
Saturday who had made him suck her clit until she came, then 
straddled his hips, sat on his dick, and fucked him while he was 
strapped in the toilet box.  

    Steve swallowed and asked, "What's going on?"

    "This is Tiwuana," Lakeisha said.  "Tiwuana said she liked using 
you at the Sistah Munch last week.  She asked if she could have you 
tonight.  We said, 'okay'."

    "But I can't go with anyone.  I have a flight to catch tomorrow!"

    "Tiwuana don't want you for no toilet, she wants you in her bed," 
Lakeisha said, "So here's the deal.  You can sleep at the airport 
tonight, or you can sleep with Tiwuana tonight.  Your choice!"

    The choice was a no-brainer -- Tiwuana was tall and muscular and 
looked like she could throw Hulk Hogan out of the ring without much 
of a fight.  "Okay, I'll sleep with Tiwuana."

    Tiwuana finally spoke, "You made the right choice, bro!  When I'm 
done wit' you tomorrow morning, you ain't gon' wan' go back t' 
fucking New York!"

    Steve grabbed his knapsack and followed Tiwuana out to her car. 

    - END -

Postscript:  Even though Sophia is a fictional character solely from 
my imagination, her fictional biography is as follows:  She's 25 but 
small for her age.  She lied to Steve about being in high school in 
order to tease him -- and from his upside-down angle of view, he 
really did misjudge her apparent age.  She's really Sonya's older 
sister, and is also a graduate student going for her Ph.D. at Cal 
Tech at night. 

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