Eternal Toilet Slave
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Chapter 6: Week 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: Week 3 - Unemployed and down on his luck, Jeremy gets picked up by a sexy Goth chick in a bar and goes home with her. The next morning, she asks him to be a toilet slave for her and all her housemates. He agrees! Only problem is...he doesn't have a clue what a toilet slave is!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Reluctant Magic Lesbian Heterosexual Horror BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Group Sex Harem White Couple White Male White Female Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Squirting Water Sports Enema Scatology Cream Pie Slow Caution Violence
My third week as a toilet slave began, as usual, with a rush of naked women scrambling around me as I lay on my back in their special bathroom with my face framed in a toilet seat and most of my body hidden in an alcove behind the wall. Just a routine occurrence in the daily life of a toilet slave.
Little chatting occurred in the bathroom that morning. Everyone was somber. I even said, "Thank you, Mistress so-and-so, for letting me drink your pee, and eat your shit, and suck down your boyfriend's spunk, and lick your bloody pussies clean, and swallow the crap from your ass-cracks and bellybuttons, and eat your finger- and toenail clippings, and eat your haircut trimmings, and suck your boogers off your fingers, and whatever other disgusting things from your bodies that you feed me," in a hushed whisper.
I had to admit I'd miss Julie too. That wild night of sex when she brought me home to recruit me to be their toilet slave was the wildest sex I ever had. And the way things were going, the wildest sex I'll ever have, if I ever have sex again at all.
Laurie sat on me one time and peed while picking at something on her hand. As I watched, I saw she had some kind of blister, and she was picking the scab off. Ewwww! How could she do that? Then she lifted up and dropped the scab into my mouth. No surprise there. But then she held her hand over my mouth and squeezed the yellow pus into my mouth. I guess it's a good thing that they still give me a daily antibiotic.
The somber mood remained all week. They all stayed home from work on Wednesday for the funeral.
That night, Laurie sat on me without peeing and said, "We talked forever about what to do with Julie's ashes."
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