MY lifespan as the depot Toilet
I liked Samantha, my hirer at Unique emphasis Management marketplace. I had
only been working for a yoke of workweek, and she told me that my
working here would definitely prove to be a unequaled experience for me.
The dress computer code was lax and I loved the very short skirts she would
wear, especially when I discovered that she preferred not to wear
underwear."I enjoy feeling the breeze against my pussy !"she
explained. I was encouraged to wear very unforesightful shorts without
underwear, so that our coworkers, customers, and, of course, herself,
could see my member and balls hanging out, whenever I sat or crouched
down to peck out a bottle of vitamins. Two of my coworkers, Nancy and
Linda, would occasionally would form in the nude statue, saying it fit the
mission statement of Unique Stress Mngt.,"to free the body and the
thinker by being naked all the time."One day Linda even asked if she
could suck on my stopcock during her break, to relieve her latent hostility after
having a raw customer. Of course 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 minutes, Samantha
said,"My bout !"and began sucking on my dick too, with a a great deal loyal
handle this time."Samantha ! I think I am about to cum ! ”, and then I
exploded into her willing mouth.
However, we all were upset over the privy situation. It seems the
lav 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
diddly with a paper towel and tossing it in a scraps bag. Samantha
asked if I liked her asshole. I said"sure as shooting ! I'd like to eat it !"I
thought she had to cognize I was kidding, but she said,"We have to accept
a privy, mike. We can't leave the store to go find another crapper,
I'm afraid you are going to have be our throne until this one gets
fixed."I was surprised to discover that I actually was excited about
doing this.
So for the next hebdomad, all three women would use my mouth whenever they
needed to pee or shit. I am stunned I was able-bodied 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 rush to the geological fault room and Samantha would
rive up her skirt as I crouched down and opened my mouthpiece as wide as I
could. Then she would position her ass over my mouth so I could catch
every drop of piss or every bit of dickhead coming out of her ass. It was
hard at first, I would get drenched in water and have to bare off my
clothes the sleep of the day, or shit would drop out of my lip and
on the floor, which I would have to clean up. I managed to get over
the urge to gag though, and the shit was easily the most intense thing
I have ever had to live with. It tasted like grease that had died. But
knowing it was their dump I was eating made it worthwhile. After a
bit, we didn't even bother going to the intermission elbow room, I would hunker
behind them right out on the sales trading floor, and they would crap in my
mouth, right in front 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 Sure ! and she took a big dump right hand in my sassing. It
was almost too much for my rima oris and cheeks to hold, but I managed it.
After Word of God got around that a young man was being used as a toilette at
the Unique Stress Management securities industry, I had many women coming in,
sometimes only so they could use me, so we began charging for the
pot, and I got 50 % of the profit ! We decided not to have the old
stool 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
bequeath to pay even more. I agreed, because I just enjoyed this weird
occupation of being everybody's stool. The men would consider out their
putz, right in front of all the other customers and piddle in my mouth.
It may cause been my imagery, but it seemed their piss was stronger
than the woman's piss. So far, no men have asked to shit in my mouth,
for which I am grateful.
Samantha, Nancy and Linda grew so used to having me as their toilet,
that when they organized a political party at Samantha's apartment to celebrate
the month's sales, they continued to use me instead of Samantha's
john, right in front of the other Guest. As I sat on Samantha's
couch, with Linda bare ass over my afford mouth, the cleaning woman gathered
close to watch as Linda pooted out some thick little balls of shit
onto my tongue."Ooooo ! I want to do that too ! !"squealed a immature
woman with a cunning blonde ponytail. And so I became everybody's toilet
for the eventide, wiping a unknown shit from my Kuki as I reached for
a beer and a fistful of potato chips. All that piss drunkenness and grass
eating hadn't spoiled my appetite. Bernice, the noblewoman with the
ponytail, invited me to a exceptional mike's sassing dance party she and
Samantha had organized. It was all in honor of my services.
They planned to make a special can, in which I would sit naked all
night long as everybody danced, drank and ate all around me. The
throne was also a toilet into which I could crap and pee. It felt
unknown shitting and pissing with people all around me. From time to
metre, person would climb atop the throne, positioning themselves over
my eager mouth, and piss and then shit into me. It was my reward for
bringing so practically business into the memory .