Toilet Hero
He wasn’t sure when his fixation on girls and toilets started, but it did. What he did know was that he was grateful for the place he lived now: beneath the only working toilet located just outside the dorms of an all-girls college.
Here he was, climbing back underneath his new home, waiting patiently to drink or eat the piss or shit from the beautiful girls of Wyman College. It was the only working toilet during the summer. The 500 girls that attended all had to use this toilet. He had electricity under there, and of course, the college provided all the food and drink.
The door creaked open, his cue to know it was time to get into position. He laid down under the open pipe and waited. He laid down under the open pipe and waited. He saw her ass cheeks darken the pipe less than two feet below. When she spread her legs, he could see her pussy and asshole. Soon enough, a gush of water mixed with yellowish liquid and chunks of thick red discharge were emptied into the pipe. She must have been on her period. He was elated. What a treat. He thought to himself. He took in as much as possible and waited for the next girl. They usually come in twos or threes.
A few minutes later, the next girl came in, giggling with her friend. That was Sophie. He recognized that laugh. She was a goddess. Captain of the Cheerleading squad and dating the handsome quarterback of the boy’s college down the road a few miles. One night, he had caught them making out in the bathroom, and things got really heated. She had incredible tits. He got to see them for a moment before the dumb-ass boyfriend caught him peeping and forced him into the woods. He stayed there in hiding for several weeks.
Sophie pulled down her panties. Slowly, as if she was teasing him. Did she know he was down here eating and drinking her most prized possession? Her luscious ass sat on the throne and after several grunts. A dainty brown, oblong formed turd made its way down the tube and into his open mouth. When it arrived, she had another round of smaller pellets that bounced off and down the tube. It was like a nice dessert. She tasted so fucking good. Finally, she ended with a healthy dose of lemonade to assist as it swallowed down his gullet. He hoped to meet her in real life at some point. She hadn’t seen his face, but the dumb ass had, and that was enough. Maybe she would really like him, and he could tell her how grateful he was for feeding him all those semesters when she was busy studying for finals and gulping down a loaded potato and diet Pepsi compliments of the food truck.
A Taco Bell stays on campus and stays open late, so the girls always have stomach issues. It doesn’t have public restrooms due to a lack of workers. There is also a food truck that parks close to the restroom. He is never without a supply of shit and piss. He craves all of it. It is never enough.
Farts were another massive turn-on for him. He loved everything about a beautiful girl letting out a string of farts before shitting all over him. They always looked so embarrassed. It was so hot. He relished the sound and the smell.
One of the big girls came into the stall a little after 1 am and woke him from a deep sleep. He quickly got into place in time to recognize the massive ass as it shadowed the hole. Her name was Cynthia, and he had heard several other girls making fun of her. He thought she was terrific. She ate a lot of sweets and greasy food because her pee tasted very acidic. It was a nice treat when she came in. He felt like he was somehow validating her and encouraging her to not feel bad for being fat.
She had to take a shit, and with it being so late, he would have bet money that it was going to be a great one. He wasn’t wrong as a mass of slimy diarrhea poured down the tube and straight into his gullet. She might have been one of his favorites. She let out several farts that almost made him throw up, but he was committed to the cause. She finally peed, and it was a perfect morning snack.
She wiped several times and flushed them down the tube. He avoided eating toilet paper because it would get caught in his throat. He moved and allowed the waste to go down the rest of the tube without his interference.
He had each of the girls’ schedules set to a timer almost. Early in the morning was a complete bladder release fest. A few drinks of water just before bed and being able to ferment all night in the stomach was a perfect morning wake-up for him. He was famished when he woke up and ready for some glorious satisfaction. It started around 6 am when the early risers got up. Julie was usually the first to come in. He would whisper good morning to her ass as she pushed down her panties and sat. She was an adorable little Sophomore and must have had money because she quickly became popular with the girls.
Julie peed like a rich girl, too. She was so dainty and proper about her habits. She was always sure to wipe her tight pink pussy twice to get all of the moisture out, so she would be fresh. That was not learned on your own. A nanny would have taught you that in a big fancy house with all the best things. He wasn’t jealous. This was precisely where he wanted to be under the most popular bathroom pipe in the universe. Most guys who thought like him would have killed to have a spot like this.
He had Julie swimming in his mouth and everything else he could possibly desire. This was his best life. Next was Cindy; she was not cute at all; she was the first to give him breakfast shit. He had no idea what she ate in order to have to take a morning dump, but he was always happy about it.
Cindy didn’t have the best-formed shit. It fell apart once it hit the water and then mixed. He called it a smoothie and drank it like a champ. She didn’t have great eating habits. He could tell from the taste, but he wasn’t really complaining. Then there was Lauren after her. She constantly banged on the stall while Cindy was doing her thing. “I told you I had to take a shit!” Cindy yelled.
“It always stinks so bad. What the fuck do you eat at night?”
He smiled. It was a good question, and he hoped he would get some answers.
“None of your damn business. You had plenty of time to get down here, dumb bitch!”
Well, he wasn’t going to get his answer. Another infused gallon gushed down the pipe. He was usually covered in it by the time lunch rolled around. He loved all of it. The entire experience.
“I was busy sleeping! Now hurry up!”
Cindy didn’t respond. She wiped a few times and then flushed again.
When Lauren finally got access to the throne. She seemed to always be in a hurry. One morning a few weeks ago, she dropped her cell phone in the toilet. It made him very anxious. What if it made it down the pipe, and he would be discovered? Stupid girl! He didn’t like her much before, but he did like her. One day, he got so angry that he covered the pipe after Cindy’s storm.
When Lauren flushed the commode, all of Cindy’s smoothie came up and got her ass and shoes covered. He almost lost it. He was laughing so hard.
The janitor came to check it, cleaned up the mess, and left without any incident. It was the perfect little get-back for her being mean to Cindy and scaring him with the cell phone drop. She was much more careful after that day. He would giggle because she did a test flush before sitting down. It was one of the highlights of his day.
Another standout with the morning crowd was Caroline. She had the sweetest-tasting piss of any of the girls. The PH balance was perfect. It made sense because she was an athlete and took her body fat seriously. She did not eat at the food truck or Taco Bell. She would go to the grocery store and cook her own food. He could taste what a healthy girl looked like. He could do a blind test of four girls and pick out the one that takes care of themselves.
He prided himself on the knowledge he had obtained from the excrement of beautiful women. They had a unique flavor, and he appreciated each one.He wanted to taste the shit and piss off all the beautiful women. Take a sample of each before he dies.
Mala came in either early or late morning. She was a gorgeous ebony goddess that he would give anything to have her pee on top of him. He fantasized about her mounting him in her bed. She was careful to aim just in the way and get it all in his mouth. She had the most potent piss. It hardly ever touched the sides of the tube. It was as if she purposely treated him to a direct hit. He loved her.
There was nothing he would love more than to have a real girl actually piss or shit all in his mouth. What kind of girl would do that for him? He was lonely even though he loved the variety.
The late morning presented a challenge. All the girls were up and about by 9 am, and a line of girls had slept late, either from studying or drinking too late, waiting for the one working toilet. Most of them were just pee events, but a few would take a shit. He was filled up by 11 am and ready for a break. He would sneak into the woods for a bath in a private creek. He would soap up and change into a clean pair of clothes. He would take a walk on the trail that circled around the campus.
He got to know a lot of the girls on these morning walks. He enjoyed seeing them, and the thrill of having them unknowingly pissed, pooped, or threw up on him was so special. He wished he could share the taste, smell, and joy they provided.
Afternoon was a chowder fest for him. All the girls made their rounds between 1 pm and 3 pm. He did his breathing exercises to ingest as much as possible. He was still frustrated that he could consume all of it. He had to take a break after about thirty minutes and missed out on the sweetness.
He would climb underneath the pipe and wait for the treasure trove of shit in all of its forms and piss. He didn’t know all the girls by name or their face, but he knew his favorites. Lunch duty brought all of the tender-aged hotties in and the nasty, stinky girls that needed actual training. Most were just average, but the gold medal ones made up for the gross ones. He did discriminate. He appreciated all of them. He was so grateful for the smorgasbord. He was so blessed.
One particular girl, a sophomore emo, caught his interest. She would only come in to pee with the lunch crowd once a day. He struck up a conversation with her one morning on the trail. She was very kind but also standoffish. He tasted the trauma in her pee. He knew she had been through some horrific stuff.
He asked what she was listening to, and he recognized the dark, emotional band. He was fascinated by her. He longed to talk to her and find out why he tasted the pain in her urine. She was beautiful and should not have to deal with such demons.
She always wore the cutest panties as well. He was more concerned about where she was taking a shit. He had never tasted her poop. He had to figure it out.
He stayed on the trail waiting for her. He wore his favorite clean shirt and pair of slacks. It was probably weird that he was wearing nice clothes on a hiking trail, but he wanted her to know he was a good person. He stood on the bridge looking over the creek.
“Anything interesting?” It was her. She had stopped to talk to him.
He turned to her. “Not really. Just waiting for something interesting to happen.”
She smiled, but the sadness crept in. “I might be that.”
He laughed. “I believe you are. Very interesting, actually.”
She blushed. “I bet you say that to all the college girls.”
She was flirting with him, but he got serious. “They aren’t that interesting, but you, on the other hand.” She walked up to him, and they stood next to each other, looking over the creek.
“The first time I saw you…it was here. You talked to me as I passed by. You asked me about my music. I was going to jump off this bridge, but you kept me from doing that.”
“What? Are you for real?” He was shocked.
“Yes. You are basically my guardian angel. I was so fucking in my head and couldn’t escape the depression. Now, here you are again.”
“Hey, can you look out for me? I gotta take a shit and need to make sure no one is around.”
He was over the moon. How was this happening right now? Then she spoke more, and it changed his life forever. “I know about you. I know what you do.”
“Excuse me?!”
“You live underneath the outdoor bathroom and drink the girl’s shit and piss.”
She said it was a matter of fact and had no judgment in her tone. “Why do you say that?”
“Look! I gotta take a shit. Are you going to help me or not?”
“Yes. Whatever you need.”
“Good.” I followed her back into the woods. They came up to a clear area. “This should work. Take off your nice shirt.”
I did, and she told me to lie down on the ground. What the fuck was happening? He complied, and she pulled down her panties and mounted his face. “I have only done this one other time, so let me know if you have a preference or if I am fucking it up.”
“Oh, okay.”
“You can position my ass wherever you want.” I held her ass and put her asshole right over my mouth. She looked down and saw my mouth open. She started grunting and let out the first long turd. I was overjoyed. My mouth turned brown like an ice cream machine. I couldn’t believe she was the one. We would be together for a long time, and I would be her toilet bowl.
Cleaning Betty
I noticed you the moment you walked into the bar. It’s not that you were so handsome or well dressed, but it was how you carried yourself. Your shoulders slightly slumped, and the facial expression of a man couldn’t handle any more rejection.
You were exactly what I needed. The bar was full of horny men desperate to buy me a drink with the possibility of getting my pussy, but I took their drinks and turned them away the moment they started getting frisky. I wasn’t here for that kind of attention. I needed to release in ways these boring fuckers could never understand.
“Buy me a drink?” I could feel your eyes on me as I saddled up to the seat next to you.
“S-s-sure! What would you like?”
“Jack and Coke.” The bartender poured my drink and handed it to me. “Are you from around here?” It came out awkward, and I felt sorry for you for a moment, but that passed quickly, and the craving for what I needed from you came into focus.
“Look, baby. Here is the deal. I know it’s weird that a girl like me would just walk up to a guy like you and strike up a conversation when the bar is full of hot guys ready to buy me top shelf.”
The shock on your face was priceless, and it made me giggle. “Yes, I guess. I am just glad to have your company.”
“Well, that is sad and pathetic.” I saw you brighten up and knew I had made the right choice. “I want more than just drinks from you, though.”
“What do you want?”
I flashed you a huge smile, leaned in, and whispered in your ear. I haven’t wiped my ass in two days, and I need someone to clean up this mess in my panties.”
I pulled away and saw your grin. “I will do as you wish.”
“Excellent. My room is just across the street. Shall we go?”
“Yes!” Your demeanor changed completely. You seemed giddy, which irritated me.
When we got to the room, I immediately took off my dress. “Get on the bed on all fours!”
You did as I instructed. I turned my ass to you and slowly took off my rank panties. You saw the brown crust between my ass cheeks. I backed up and felt the tip of my tongue immediately go for the center. “That’s it, you dirty boy! Fuck, yes!”
“I just wanna please you, Miss.”
“Your tongue feels so fucking good, boy!” I pushed your head deep into my ass and began rubbing it up and down. Your mouth must be covered in my shit. “Be my toilet! That is what you are good for!”
I heard your muffled response confirm that is what you wanted also. I was beyond pleased that you would be willing to wipe my ass clean with your face. Tonight would be one of the best nights of my life.
“Get ready to eat some ass, you fucker!”I placed my ass directly over your face and then sat. The moment the brim of the shitter filled with my nose and tongue felt like I was on a beach surrounded by a clear, blue ocean and beautiful sand. I heard the gurgles and felt the vibration of you moaning. “Yes, that is good! It feels like heaven! Eat my filth and make me happy! You are so good at what you do! I am so happy to have found you! Fuck yes!”
“Miss, this is what I want! I am happy I am here, too!”
“Shut the fuck up and continue eating shit!”I heard the door to the bathroom and looked in shock to see the cleaning girl with fresh towels. Her eyes were enormous at what she witnessed, and I am sure you thought I would be embarrassed, but I was far from that. I was a bit mad you had stopped eating my shit and talking. A bitch can’t concentrate with your filthy fucking whore mouth if all it’s gonna do is talk. You only get words if you make me feel good; you are not doing that now.
“Mia!” The young woman ran into the bathroom, and I was happy. My night wasn’t going to end yet, and there was more to feast upon for the whore I found.
“I must admit, this night is going better than I hoped. This is exactly what I have always dreamed about, baby!” I removed myself from your face and slapped my wet, filthy ass cheek, causing a brown mark on the side of your face. “On the floor, and keep eating.” I walked around you, entered the bathroom, and found Mia huddling on the toilet seat, shivering.
“You scared of my new toy? I know I can be very intimidating.”
“I need to go back to work. Please, ma’am.”
“Nah. Come here and show him how to please his queen.” I saw her eyes widen. “Yes, that surprised me too. I came here in hopes that maybe I would get to shit in some loser’s mouth, but to find one of my whores is an extra perk I hadn’t even hoped for. Mia, get in there before I kick the shit out of your dirty little cunt!” “Of course! Sorry for the wait!” She hurried to my side and got next to the bed where I waited.
“Bend over, ass to the floor.” I sat on the small of her back and slowly spread my cheeks as she dove right in with her mouth and tongue.
“That’s it, slut, lick that filth from your bitch’s asshole! Show this fucker how it’s done! Mmm! That feels so fucking good!” I turned back and watched your expression go from shock at the performance in front of you to the biggest fucking smile I’d ever seen on anyone before. It didn’t look right at first. Someone should be horrified by this. You didn’t look like that, and I was intrigued to know why.
You crawled on your knees next to us. I looked down as Mia licked and ate at my brown hole and was pleased to see the love she gave. “Please, Miss? I am a good cleaner. Give me the other side of her ass!”
I reached my arm to the side and pulled your head into the crevice. Your tongue joined Mia’s in the feast I so desperately craved. The warm, thick, soft tongues on both holes were more than I had expected tonight, and this night couldn’t end any faster now. I wanted the three of us in bed for a sleepover tonight, and that was final, whether you and Mia liked that or not.
I had needed release for so long. After finding the girls online in the forums I had joined, I needed them to do what they are now doing daily. A bitch’s hole is a powerful tool against a female who wishes to worship that powerful thing, and when you are that bitch who needs cleaning, and you are willing to let one do that to her heart’s content, you find she is your willing slave after the first taste. Mia’s love for me was deep, and seeing you enjoy what she had done made my decision to keep you more than an easy decision.
Mia lifted her head first and gazed at you with loving eyes. Her lips met yours, and they began to make out. She taught you how to love and obey, and you took it well. When the two of you stopped kissing and turned your attention to my ass, you started doing something different and out of my control. My anger grew, but it dissipated quickly. I needed to control them and their desires to please and serve me, which they were not doing.
I felt them spread my ass wide and, before I could tell them to stop, thought them shove their entire faces inside. I was shocked at this, and my immediate thought was to get off and push the two of you on the floor and stomp on your faces, but I stopped just before I was going to make the move. I wanted to let this unfold and see where the two of you would take it from here.
It was hard at first to take it in, but after a few minutes, my asshole stretched out, and their faces sunk deeper into the shitter. It was amazing, the feeling, the pain, and the humiliation I was causing them to go through for me. This was all on my command, and the fact they didn’t stop once I got up and started pacing the room was even better. Mia would never disobey, and the fact she was teaching this new toy to do what she does made him feel like he needed to be kept in my possession.
My dreams of being a slave of both sexes were finally going to come true. The two of you would clean and lick my ass until I told you otherwise.Finally, after a while, my ass grew used to the feeling of the two faces lodged in my asshole. I squatted down and watched the TV while you worked my dirt hole. A few minutes in, I was bored, but I saw a solution to this. “Mia! Get the remote and turn the volume up now!”
I watched Mia wriggle from the tightness she was experiencing in my ass. It was pretty entertaining to see. Finally, she was out; her nose and face were light brown, and her face was dripping in brown juices. When she reached the table, I noticed a drop of juice fell on the carpet next to the table. “Come here! Hurry, bitch, I am trying to hear this! I have no clue what’s going on because your face is in my ass.”
“I apologize, Miss.”
“You dirty whore!” She stood next to me as her eyes rolled up from humiliation. “Spread those pussy lips.” Her finger dove inside the lips and spread herself wide, exposing everything I could. I then began rubbing the brown mess from my ass into the pinkness. The juices smeared everywhere in her cunt and all around. “Don’t you fucking touch this, do you understand me? You leave it to dry. It’s like a medal from a competition. That’s how you treat it. Are we clear?”
“Crystal, Miss.”I slapped the shit-covered cunt hard, then continued to rub it. “Bend over and put your pussy in that cunt licker’s mouth!” I saw your face come up as Mia crawled back on the floor and put her cunt in your face.”Lick that pussy clean, slave!” Mia shook as I gave the command, knowing the mess I was leaving behind for you, but you were more than happy to serve and began lapping at her slit.