MY life history as the shop john
I liked Samantha, my boss at Unique focus management Market. I had
only been working for a couple of week, and she told me that my
working here would definitely test to be a alone experience for me.
The dress code was lax and I loved the very short doll she would
wear, especially when I discovered that she preferred not to wear
underwear."I enjoy feeling the breeze against my slit !"she
explained. I was encouraged to wear very short shorts without
underwear, so that our coworkers, customers, and, of course, herself,
could see my member and testicle hanging out, whenever I sat or crouched
down to pick out a bottle of vitamins. Two of my coworkers, Nancy and
Linda, would occasionally would work in the nude person, saying it fit the
mission assertion of Unique Stress Mngt.,"to free the body and the
mind by being naked all the time."One day Linda even asked if she
could give suck on my hammer during her severance, to save her stress after
having a primitive customer. Of course of study I said she could. Samantha and Nancy
smiled as they watched Linda suck noisily on my phallus in the
breakroom. After Nancy had sucked for about ten min, Samantha
said,"My turn !"and began sucking on my dick too, with a often firm
grip this time."Samantha ! I think I am about to cum ! ”, and then I
exploded into her volition mouth.
However, we all were upset over the privy situation. It seems the
toilet was clogged and when Samantha tried to use it, it overflowed. I
was given the awful job of cleaning it all up, scooping up Samantha's
shit with a newspaper publisher towel and tossing it in a garbage bag. Samantha
asked if I liked her motherfucker. I said"certainly ! I'd like to eat it !"I
thought she had to know I was kidding, but she said,"We have to have
a toilet, mike. We can't leave the store to go find another stool,
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 succeeding week, all three charwoman would use my lip whenever they
needed to pee or stool. I am mystify I was able-bodied to do this without
gagging or throwing up, but I did. I didn't want to disappoint my Bos
or coworkers. During the day, Samantha would say,"Mike ! I need to use
you ! and she and I would cannonball along to the break room and Samantha would
root for up her skirt as I crouched down and opened my mouth as wide as I
could. Then she would position her ass over my mouth so I could enchant
every drop of urine or every bit of squat coming out of her ass. It was
hard at first, I would get drenched in peeing and have to strip off my
clothes the rest of the day, or turds would strike down out of my mouth and
on the floor, which I would have to clean up. I managed to get over
the itch to gag though, and the shit was easily the most intense affair
I have ever had to withdraw. It tasted like dirt that had died. But
knowing it was their Irish bull I was eating made it worthwhile. After a
bit, we didn't even bother going to the break way, I would scrunch up
behind them right out on the sales trading floor, and they would take a shit in my
oral cavity, right in front man of the customers, who instead of being
horrified, were fascinated to see me actually swallowing their shit,
and drinking their pee. After a few times of doing this, a woman who
had been watching, asked if she could use me for a minute, she really
had to go. I said for certain ! and she took a big waste-yard right wing in my lip. It
was almost too much for my mouth and cheeks to hold, but I managed it.
After news got around that a young man was being used as a toilet at
the Unique Stress Management Market, I had many women coming in,
sometimes only so they could use me, so we began charging for the
toilet, and I got 50 % of the profit ! We decided not to have the old
toilet 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 line, men began asking to use me, and they were
leave to pay even more. I agreed, because I just enjoyed this uncanny
occupation of being everybody's toilet. The men would lead out their
cock, right in presence of all the early client and piss in my mouth.
It may have been my imagery, but it seemed their piss was substantial
than the cleaning lady's water. So far, no men have asked to ca-ca in my lip,
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 observe
the month's gross revenue, they continued to use me instead of Samantha's
toilet, right in presence of the other guest. As I sat on Samantha's
lounge, with Linda bare ass over my surface mouth, the women gathered
close to watch as Linda pooted out some stocky little glob of shit
onto my tongue."Ooooo ! I want to do that too ! !"squealed a Danton True Young
charwoman with a precious blond ponytail. And so I became everybody's can
for the evening, wiping a strangers shit from my Kuki-Chin as I reached for
a beer and a handful of potato chips. All that urinate drunkenness and shit
eating hadn't spoiled my appetency. Bernice, the lady with the
ponytail, invited me to a extra Mike's sassing dancing party she and
Samantha had organized. It was all in honour of my services.
They planned to build a extra commode, in which I would sit naked all
dark long as everybody danced, drank and ate all around me. The
potty was also a can into which I could shit and piss. It felt
strange shitting and pissing with people all around me. From time to
clip, soul would wax atop the toilet, positioning themselves over
my bore sassing, and peeing and then shit into me. It was my reward for
bringing so much business into the store .