My life as store toilet

MY Life as the Store Toilet

I liked Samantha, my boss at Unique Stress Management Market. I had

only been working for a couple of weeks, and she told me that my

working here would definitely prove to be a unique experience for me.

The dress 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 short shorts without

underwear, so that our coworkers, customers, and, of course, herself,

could see my penis and balls 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, saying it fit the

mission statement 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 suck on my cock during her break, to relieve her tension after

having a rude customer. 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 minutes, Samantha

said, “My turn!” and began sucking on my dick too, with a much firmer

grip 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 bathroom 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 paper towel and tossing it in a garbage bag. Samantha

asked if I liked her shit. I said “Sure! 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 toilet,

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 amazed 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 rush to the break room and Samantha would

pull 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 catch

every drop of piss or every bit of shit coming out of her ass. It was

hard at first, I would get drenched in piss and have to strip off my

clothes the rest of the day, or turds would drop out of my mouth 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 swallow. It tasted like dirt that had died. But

knowing it was their shit 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 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 in my mouth. It

was almost too much for my mouth and cheeks to hold, but I managed it.

After word 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 course, men began asking to use me, and they were

willing to pay even more. I agreed, because I just enjoyed this weird

occupation of being everybody’s toilet. The men would take out their

cock, right in front of all the other customers and piss in my mouth.

It may have been my imagination, but it seemed their piss was stronger

than the women’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 party at Samantha’s apartment to celebrate

the month’s sales, they continued to use me instead of Samantha’s

toilet, right in front of the other guests. As I sat on Samantha’s

couch, with Linda bare ass over my open mouth, the women 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 young

woman with a cute blond ponytail. And so I became everybody’s toilet

for the evening, wiping a strangers shit from my chin as I reached for

a beer and a fistful of potato chips. All that piss drinking and shit

eating hadn’t spoiled my appetite. Bernice, the lady with the

ponytail, invited me to a special Mike’s Mouth dance party 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 toilet into which I could shit and piss. It felt

strange shitting and pissing with people all around me. From time to

time, someone 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 much business into the store.