MY Life as the Store lavatory
I liked Samantha, my boss at Unique Stress management Market. I had
only been working for a couple of calendar week, and she told me that my
working here would definitely prove to be a unique experience for me.
The dress codification was lax and I loved the very short skirts she would
article of clothing, especially when I discovered that she preferred not to wear down
underwear."I enjoy feeling the child's play against my cunt !"she
explained. I was encouraged to wear upon very short shorts without
underwear, so that our coworkers, client, and, of course, herself,
could see my penis and balls hanging out, whenever I sat or crouched
down to pick out a bottleful of vitamins. Two of my coworkers, Nancy and
Linda, would occasionally would work in the nude, saying it fit the
mission affirmation of Unique tenseness Mngt.,"to relinquish the torso and the
intellect by being naked all the time."One day Linda even asked if she
could suck on my rooster during her happy chance, to free her tension after
having a rude client. Of course I said she could. Samantha and Nancy
smiled as they watched Linda suck noisily on my penis in the
breakroom. After Nancy had sucked for about ten second, Samantha
said,"My turn of events !"and began sucking on my dick too, with a much stiff
grip this clock time."Samantha ! I think I am about to cum ! ”, and then I
exploded into her willing mouth.
However, we all were upset over the bathroom office. It seems the
toilet was clogged and when Samantha tried to use it, it overflowed. I
was given the terrible job of cleaning it all up, scooping up Samantha's
shit with a theme towel and tossing it in a drivel bag. Samantha
asked if I liked her shite. I said"Sure ! I'd like to eat it !"I
thought she had to know I was kidding, but she said,"We have to ingest
a toilet, Mike. We can't leave the store to go find another lav,
I'm afraid you are going to have be our toilet until this one gets
fixed."I was surprised to discover that I actually was excited about
doing this.
So for the next week, all three women would use my mouth whenever they
needed to pee or shit. I am bewilder I was able to do this without
gagging or throwing up, but I did. I didn't want to disappoint my boss
or coworkers. During the day, Samantha would say,"Mike ! I need to use
you ! and she and I would speed to the time out room and Samantha would
pull up her skirt as I crouched down and opened my mouth as wide-cut as I
could. Then she would placement her ass over my mouth so I could catch
every pearl of urine or every bit of shit coming out of her ass. It was
hard at first, I would get drenched in water and have to peel off my
clothes the rest of the day, or turds would drop out of my backtalk and
on the floor, which I would induce to clean up. I managed to get over
the urge to gag though, and the shite was easily the most intense affair
I have ever had to eat up. It tasted like dirt that had died. But
knowing it was their son of a bitch I was eating made it worthwhile. After a
bit, we didn't even bother going to the break room, I would crouch
behind them right out on the sales base, and they would shit in my
mouth, right in front of the client, who instead of being
horrified, were fascinated to see me actually swallowing their tinker's damn,
and drinking their pee. After a few times of doing this, a adult female who
had been watching, asked if she could use me for a mo, she really
had to go. I said Sure ! and she took a big dump right in my oral cavity. It
was almost too much for my back talk and nerve to agree, but I managed it.
After word got around that a young man was being used as a toilet at
the Unique Stress Management grocery store, I had many charwoman coming in,
sometimes only so they could use me, so we began charging for the
crapper, and I got 50 % of the profits ! We decided not to let the old
can repaired. Using me was a lot more fun, and profitable for the
store. Samantha changed the name to Unique Human Toilet and Market.
Eventually, of course, men began asking to use me, and they were
will to pay even more. I agreed, because I just enjoyed this Wyrd
occupation of being everybody's toilet. The men would exact out their
rooster, right in front of all the other customers and weewee in my mouth.
It may birth been my resourcefulness, but it seemed their weewee was stronger
than the cleaning lady's piss. So far, no men have asked to shit in my oral fissure,
for which I am grateful.
Samantha, Nancy and Linda grew so use to having me as their toilet,
that when they organized a party at Samantha's apartment to fete
the calendar month's sales, they continued to use me instead of Samantha's
potty, right in front of the former guests. As I sat on Samantha's
lounge, with Linda bare ass over my open oral cavity, the women gathered
close to watch as Linda pooted out some thick petty bollock of diddlysquat
onto my glossa."Ooooo ! I want to do that too ! !"squealed a immature
adult female with a cute blond ponytail. And so I became everybody's toilet
for the even, wiping a strangers shit from my chin as I reached for
a beer and a fistful of potato chips. All that piss drinking and crap
eating hadn't spoiled my appetence. Bernice, the noblewoman with the
ponytail, invited me to a exceptional Mike's Mouth dance company she and
Samantha had organized. It was all in honor of my services.
They planned to build a special throne, in which I would sit naked all
night long as everybody danced, drank and ate all around me. The
throne was also a commode into which I could shit and urinate. It felt
strange shitting and pissing with people all around me. From meter to
fourth dimension, someone would mount atop the throne, positioning themselves over
my eager oral fissure, and pee and then shit into me. It was my reinforcement for
bringing so a great deal occupation into the computer memory .