Oh Shit!

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The hours and the women passed. After having drunk several quarts of piss from countless unknown women, not to mention about a half pound of shit from one, he had lost count of the number of women who had used him. Thankfully, he only had to eat shit that one time. He thought back to a couple of woman ago of one who had shit smeared all over her asshole, and her pubic hair smelled of stale piss, and her entire crotch reeked of BO. Somehow, he had endured the experience. Most of the women who had used him had been clean and free of really foul taste.

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He gathered that it was around midnight and the place had become busier. No sooner had the last woman to use him left, than another entered.

She was a black woman this time. Her braided hair swung out as she turned her back to him. She was wearing a tight fitting bright red jumpsuit that took her a few moments to extract herself from. She then removed her panties and hung them along with the jumpsuit on the door hook. Having removed her jumpsuit, she was totally naked. She carefully sat herself down on him. He suddenly experienced the dread that he felt earlier. She had positioned her anus over his mouth with his nose up hr pussy. She was squirming while he felt her asshole pulsating. Please, he thought to himself, not again!

He felt a vibration in his jaw as he sensed a dull pbthpbthpbthpbth. His tongue located a few tiny bits of shit on the roof of his mouth. At least this time, he was prepared better. A second later her asshole opened wide and a continuous flood of foul sticky goo flowed forcefully into his mouth. He gulped it down as fast as it gushed out her asshole. The floodgates eventually stopped, and then she grunted out one last chunk.

To his relief, she slid backwards a small bit, uncovering his nose. He breathed out and resumed breathing slowly, with his nose pressed lightly against her crotch. She had positioned her clit over his mouth to finish her duty by taking a leak. As she sat there for a while before doing anything, she opened and closed her legs a few times. With each brief open movement, he looked straight up at her. He didn't see much except for the undersides of her breasts. Her nipples were slightly blacker than the surrounding black skin, and they were pointed down and outward. He could see the bottom of her chin between her cleavage. She seemed to be lost in some sort of daydream.

After about two or three minutes of just sitting there, she suddenly clamped her legs together and he felt his mouth fill with more warm tangy liquid. And her piss washed most of the taste of her shit away.

After a moment, she stood up. She grabbed a wad of toilet paper from the roll, wiped her ass, and tossed the wad into a trash bin on the wall. Then she left.

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Steve was lying there between women, when he felt movement against that pipe over his dick. It was lifted off, then he felt someone sit on his lap. He had had a hard-on nearly the whole night, and whomever it was lifted up and he felt his dick plunged into a pussy as she sat on it. He tried to reach up and cop a feel, but his hands were shackled down. At that moment, a woman came into his stall, dropped her jeans, and took a seat. At the same time, the woman sitting on his lap started rocking back and forth, pumping his dick. The woman on his face started to pee the same moment he exploded into that other woman's pussy. He almost forgot to swallow, when his mouth got nearly full, leaving him to gulp piss while coming. The one woman got off his face, pulled her jeans up and left, leaving him to swallow and to catch his breath. Then, spent, his dick lost its hard-on, and the woman on his lap lifted herself off and replaced the pipe on his dick. Wow! was all he could think for the next few minutes.

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As the night progressed, it seemed that the wild ones started to haunt the bar. As he lay there, into his stall walked this unkempt looking young woman. She dropped her baggy jeans on the floor. She wasn't wearing any underwear either. However there was a string dangling from her pussy. That's odd, he thought. While straddling his face, she reached down, pulled the string out, followed by a bloody tampon. As she continued to straddle his head, something like a warm raindrop fell on his forehead. Then another dripped on to the side of his nose. He was able to see the tip of his nose covered by a red splotch. Looking straight up, he saw her bloody pussy come down onto his mouth. Before he got a chance to mutter, "Please, don't!" she was upon him. She promptly emptied her bladder into his mouth, but she remained seated. He felt a think syrupy fluid very slowly seeping into his mouth. Oh gross! He realized she's just sitting there letting herself bleed into his mouth. It occurred to him that this was what women must mean by a heavy flow. When a small puddle of her blood had collected at rear of his mouth, he realized that she was still making no motion to stand and he was going to have to swallow it in order to breathe again.

After about fifteen minutes, she stood up and, while hovering over his face yet again, she inserted a fresh tampon pad into her slit. He could see her blood smeared all over her muff and thighs. He could also feel it smeared all over his face. He realized that he had swallowed a good amount of her blood as he lay there feeling queasy.

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A few minutes later, he heard someone else walk in, or, rather, stagger in. She, unfortunately, found his stall unoccupied and fell into it. She looked completely wasted. She didn't hesitate to tear her jeans and panties off and plops down on him hard. No sooner did he recover from the pain did he feel a warm sensation flowing down his left cheek and a burning feeling in his left eye. Fortunately, it didn't last long. She was off him as fast as she came and was gone from his stall in a flash - probably to get another drink.

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Another woman came to use him in due time. She lifted her skirt and, not wearing any panties, sat. She peed without much fuss and then stood to leave. However, his stomach was full, he felt like he couldn't swallow another drop.

"Wait," Steve said to her.

She looked down and said, "What?"

"Please tell someone that I want to be let out now."

"Ask who?" she asked.

"I don't know -- a bartender -- a waitress -- anybody! Please!"

"Okay. I'll tell someone."

"Thanks."

Then she left.

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Another woman came in. She was tall and slender, but not very curvy. She was very attractive, but more what he would call "handsome" than beautiful. As usual, she dropped her jeans and removed her panties. He made sure there was no blood in sight! She sat on him gingerly gradually setting her full weight upon him. After draining her bladder into him, he thought she was trying to stand up, but she only shifted position.

He guessed it -- he was about to get another taste of sticky goo. She didn't hesitate either. As soon as she had positioned herself, her anus opened wide as she gave out a grunt and he got a mouthful. Luckily, she didn't push it out in one long flow like the previous woman. She pushed out a couple of chunks and stopped. As he swallowed them, he noticed they aren't as soft and squishy as the two earlier women. They were more hard and chewy. After a pause, she pushed a few more chunks out. Then another pause, then more chunks. After a final pause, she stood up, wiped her ass, pulled up her jeans and left.

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Still later, someone staggered into his stall again. Oh, shit! It was that same drunken girl who missed his mouth before. This time her aim was better and she landed on target. Her piss tasted like alcohol! When she finished, she didn't get up to leave. Instead, she leaned back against the wall and started mumbling. Some time later, her mumbling turned into snoring. As she dozed, her pelvis gradually slid higher up on his face. Her muff had covered his nose, and he could no longer breathe! With about 100 pounds of drunken femininity pressing down on his mouth, he couldn't call out for help.

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He suddenly felt something cold splashing on his face. That Hispanic woman who set him up was standing over him, slapping his face with a wet facecloth.

"What happened?" Steve asked.

"Your blood-oxygen alarm went off. A customer fell asleep on you and you passed out. You'll be fine."

She started to leave.

"Wait!" Steve called out. "Let me out now? Okay?"

"I can't let you out."

"Why not?"

"It's not up to me."

"Who's it up to then?"

"I don't know. But the rules are that I can't let you out."

She started to walk out again.

"Wait! Who made the rules? Who's in charge?"

She ignored him and left.

Bitch! he muttered.

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No one came to let him out. A few more women had even come and gone. But at least he hadn't had to eat any more shit.

Then he heard a commotion outside. A man wearing a suit and tie walked into his stall.

"What's this I hear you're harassing the customers?"

"I'm not harassing anyone! I just want to be let out, okay?"

"You're going to finish your shift. If you don't like the women, you'll be moved to the men's room! Understand?"

"What? The men's room!"

"Yeah! Let me give you a sample!"

The manager unzipped his pants and Steve was suddenly staring up at the guy's cock throbbing directly above his face.

Oh gross! Steve thought.

"Should I sit and stick it in your mouth, or just pee standing?"

"Please! No! I'm not gay! Please don't!"

At that moment, he heard someone call from a distance, "Mr. Smith. You're needed at the bar, there's a problem with the Budweiser tap! The customers are complaining! Come quick!"

The suit zipped his fly and left the stall.

Phew!

A moment later that waitress came in, the one who first used him to pee that night.

"Hey," she whispered, "Don't piss off Mr. Smith! He can be real bastard when he's mad! Okay?"

"Sure, but how can I get out of here?"

"I don't know. But if you don't want to suck Smith's dick, just keep it cool and he'll forget about you."

"Okay."

"Good, now I got to take a piss again. I'll go to someone else if you want me to, but I'd like to use you if you don't mind."

"I'm flattered! Okay, you can use me."

"Thanks!" she said with a smile.

As she did earlier that evening, she lifted her skirt and dropped her pantyhose. She turned and wiggled her butt over his face and sat.

She emptied her bladder into his mouth for a second time that evening.

She stood, pulled her pantyhose up, and smoothed her skirt. She briefly turned and gave him a wink before she left.

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A few women later, he was visited by a tall, fair-skinned redhead in a sexy dress. As soon as she lifted her dress, he noticed that she was completely shaven! Although the view was short lived as she lowered herself onto him.

The sensation was odd. He had grown accustomed to their pubic hair tickling his nose, and its absence felt weird.

Still, she peed just like every other woman. After she finished, she sat on him for a moment seemingly collecting her thoughts. She then stood, pulled her pantyhose back on and left like all the others.

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Steve felt that it must be really late. Maybe around 2:00 AM, though there was no way to tell. If so, there was only about two more hours left until closing time. He heard a couple of women walk in. One took the stall right next to him; while this short little wild bomb -- you know the type -- walked into his and immediately pulled down her short-shorts then plopped her sweet little pair of cheeks right down before he had a chance to gasp. Yes, he guessed it -- he was about to eat more shit. As she sat on him, he sensed her anus puckering as she squirmed trying to push it out. He was used to this now. As he waited for that first nauseating taste sensation, he noticed a familiar odor followed by that sticky feeling he knew so well -- oozing out from her pussy onto his forehead into his hair, and dribbling down his cheeks into his ears.

He heard her talking to the girl in the next stall, "Ya' know, Jenna, I just met this really rad guy! Tch, he just fucked me out in his van a second ago, ya' know! He's just soooo cute, ya' know, tch, but I just don't know how I'm gonna dump Johnny, he knows where to get the good stuff..." Her latest conquest's cum was now dribbling up his nose.

Oh man! I'm going to be sick this time! I just know it!

Being that his head was pinned beneath her 90 pounds of tush and the rest of him was shackled and strapped down onto that bench, he was stuck for as long as she felt like taking. And women, as he had recently learned, like to take their time, especially when they're chatting with their girlfriends! Her anus had just opened up big and she let out a loud grunt, as she exploded into his mouth.

She filled his mouth several times over as he struggled to keep up with her output.

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Then some woman staggered into his stall wearing black corduroy jeans and a bikini top over firm pointy boobs. Wow! What a view. Yet, she nearly fell down as she tried to keep her balance. Unfortunately, the view was better than what followed. She kneeled, staring down at Steve upside-down. Then, a bare moment later, she opened her mouth wide and puked right on Steve's face.

The intense puke-stench of her vomit was too gross for Jack's stomach to take. He immediately puked up, himself, all over his own face.

She, however, wasn't finished. Barely a moment later, she vomited again.

She breathed heavily for about a minute before she said, "Oh Man! I'm sorry, guy. I just had to run to the nearest bathroom to puke. Please. I'm sorry."

Before he could answer, she wiped her mouth with her arm and staggered out of the bathroom.

Steve pulled that lever at least ten times in a row after she left.

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He had been peeing into the pipe more and more frequently as the night drove on. He suddenly had to take a dump. Not surprising, since he had consumed several ass-loads of shit from several different women during the night. He just let it out through that hole in the bench, into the pail beneath his ass. He had to do quite a load, and he was thankful that no one was using him at that moment.

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He continued to be used by woman after woman as the night dragged on. Eventually, though, the lights blinked a few times.

Yes! Closing time!

The din outside died down and the club gradually became dead quiet. After a time, he heard some women enter the restroom, rattling about and chatting.

That Hispanic woman was back again. This time, she had a mop and bucket and had started washing the floor around him. She opened the box containing his head and hosed his head, face, and hair with warm soapy water. Then she rinsed him off with warm water from another small hose.

Steve asked, "Aren't you going to let me out now that the club is closing?"

"Didn't you read the contract?"

She wiped his face dry with another cloth and closed the box over his head again. Then she sat down with her ass pressed against the lid with his face between her spread legs. Her stockings felt scratchy against his cheeks.

Looking down at his face between her open legs, she started, "Look, here's how it works."

"Yeah, how does it work?"

"Just shut up and listen! The next guy who answers the ad by the door replaces the guy who's been on here the longest. Then the next guy replaces the guy who's been here the longest. So on, and so on."

"So how long do I have to wait to be replaced?"

"How do I know? That's how it works."

Steve persisted, "Well, usually how long?"

"Well look. There are eight guys in all -- well, six guys and two women."

"Yeah, I noticed the women when I started. So there really are women who want to be toilet slaves?"

"Yup! How a woman can do this, I don't know. Surprised the hell out of me the first time a woman came to the door. Causes all kinds of problems too because all the men want to do is go to the men's room to use the woman."

"Yeah, I bet! So how often do you replace them with new guys, or girls, as the case may be?"

"I told you! Didn't you listen? Whenever someone knocks on the door, he replaces whoever's been here the longest!"

"Well, how often does that happen?"

"How the hell do I know? I don't exactly keep track! Maybe once a week, or so. Sometimes we get two guys together, sometimes weeks go by without any takers."

"So the average is one guy gets replaced a week?"

"Maybe. I think it's something like that."

"So there's eight toilet slaves, and you replace about one each week, so I have to wait about eight weeks to get out?"

"I guess so. That sounds about right. But we get more gay guys than straight guys, so the men's room turns over faster than the women's room."

"Oh, so it's not exactly whoever's been the longest?"

"Well, not really. If we get a guy wants to be a toilet in the men's room, he'll replace whoever's been in the men's room the longest."

"So I'm going to be here at least eight weeks. Probably longer. Right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I can't eat shit for eight weeks! You got to let me out! It was great to do it this once, you know, for the thrill. But I can't stay here for weeks and weeks."

"Tough shit!"

"But why? Come on, can't you let me out?"

"Look, it ain't so bad. Friday and Saturday nights are pretty busy. You started on the busiest night, but the rest of the week isn't so bad. And the club is closed Sunday and Tuesday, so you get a break on those two days."

"Wonderful! So when do you feed me?"

"Feed you? Now you want to be fed! You've been eating all night!"

"Yeah, I've been eating -- eating shit! You'll feed me real food won't you?"

"Actually, I almost forgot. Here, take these pills." She stood up, reached into her cart, opened a bottle, and dropped a pill into his mouth. Then she opened another bottle, and dropped a second pill into his mouth.

"Mmmph, what's this?"

"One's a multi-vitamin pill, and the other's an antibiotic." She sat back down.

"But I'll starve! I can't live off women's shit and vitamin pills. You got to give me real food! Please!"

"Sorry to break the news to you, but the human digestive tract isn't very efficient."

"So?"

"So, there's plenty of food value in what you get from the customers."

"That can't be true!"

"Yeah, it is! If anything, our toilet slaves gain weight during their stay with us, because they eat well and they don't do any physical work. So that's why that's the only 'food' you're getting. Now, it's late, I'm beat, and I'm going home to my boyfriend and get laid!"

She stood and walked out of the stall. A moment later, the lights went out, plunging him into utter darkness.

He eventually dozed off to sleep. The club would open again too soon.

- END -