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My Brand New Job as a Toilet
by Harry Ogre (oagre7@hotmail.com)
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A finance exec broadens his sexual horizons by offering
his face as the toilet for a set of gorgeous attendants
at an upscale gentleman's spa. (F+/M, mast, oral, mast,
ws, huml)
***
I'm a mid-level FO at a real estate development company.
I'm not a stud, but I look not too bad. And I've kept my
hair and waistline into my late 30's. Despite all this,
I've never been able to make a relationship work. That's
because I'm a pervert, I guess.
I check out sexy women like other dudes. I love tight,
round asses, pretty faces and perky tits. But while
other guys fantasize about blowjobs and fucking, I think
about other stuff. I jerk off to thoughts of hot girls
pissing on my face. I'll think about a hottie in a
tight, short dress squatting a few inches over my face
and letting go a stream of warm, sweet girlwater. As my
dick throbs more and more, I try and imagine whether her
pissflow is golden or almost clear or whether her
cuntlips pucker out slightly with the forceful pressure
of her liquid wastes.
I've had relationships. A couple of them were pretty
serious and once we even moved in together for a month
or two. But I always figured that telling my partner
about my fetish would ruin what we had. And I was
probably right. I even tried escorts. That didn't work
either. The girls I liked to book were college student
types putting themselves through school "girlfriend
surrogates". All-Canadian, bright-eyed and not exactly
the sort of honey I'd ask to golden shower me. So when I
stumbled over the website for the spa, I had pretty much
given up on ever getting my rocks off in real life to my
favourite fantasy.
The website was pretty glossy, but classy enough that I
was impressed. The colour scheme was green and black
overall and there was a page with a photo gallery and
description for each girl. The girls all seemed quite
pretty so pretty that I wondered if the photos were
fake. But the thing that really caught my eye was the
short message at the bottom of the home page. It read:
"All our girls are fetish-friendly. We take pride in
being open-minded."
I mulled over what the blurb might really mean. Was it
just costumes nurses, schoolgirls, French maids? Or
would these women some of them at least be willing
to take a leak at my expense?
The spa was only a ten minute drive from my office. I
fought down the impulse to drive over the next day at
lunch hour. Heading over meant coming up with an excuse
to the other execs for missing out on the communal pizza
joint, sandwich shop or whatever. And at the back of my
mind, I thought the spa might be a disappointing
shitpile waste of time with overweight, ugly, aging
women and Spartan, shabby amenities.
It took me more than a week to decide that I needed to
check it out, if only to assuage my curiosity. I told my
work-buddies that I had to pick up a present for Aunt
Rowena in Orillia and got into my car. As I turned on
the ignition, the nervous faint beginnings of a boner
started to perk up in my pants.
The spa itself was in an industrial strip mall on a
nondescript side street. At first glance, it looked
inviting. The exterior was clean and stylish. There was
a large illuminated sign with the spa's logo in the same
green and black colour scheme that was featured on the
website. So far, so good.
I parked my car and strolled towards the entrance.
Inside was even nicer that I had expected. The dιcor was
bamboo chic with an elegant customer waiting area and
romantic dim lighting. A little fountain bubbled in the
corner of the entrance foyer. Behind the reception desk
was a gorgeous woman in her late 30's in a light blue
top.
"Can we help you?" she smiled. She had a pretty oval
face with large black eyes and a sensual mouth. Her tits
projected firmly inside her tight t-shirt. Her hair was
blonde and pulled back in a frisky pony tail with just a
hint of dark roots.
"I'd like to book a session, please," I said.
"Forty-five minutes or one hour?" I detected a distinct
Italian-Canadian accent in her soft voice.
"I guess to start just forty-five minutes," I said.
"And would that be VIP or topless?" asked the
receptionist.
I figured that topless wouldn't even begin to get me
where I wanted to be. "VIP, please." I took the bull by
the horns. "Can you tell me about the fetish friendly
sessions?"
"That's something you'd have to discuss privately with
the attendant. That'll be $150.00." She took my credit
card and ran it, then handed it back to me. I wondered
if this was a good idea. I had just blown $150.00 for a
session with an attendant I hadn't even met yet that
might be useless or even a complete scam.
"Kylie? Could you come out here and see this gentleman
for a session?" the receptionist called. After a few
seconds, a young woman appeared in the foyer. She was
about 25 years old with mid back brunette hair and a
slender, tight body with cute small perky boobs. Her
bikini was so skimpy and tight that I could clearly see
her pointy, little nipples and her cameltoe through the
silky cloth. My boner sprang to attention as I thought
of Kylie stroking my dick and balls.
She extended her hand and giggled "Hey! Come right this
way." I noticed big blue eyes and a pretty turned up
nose and I followed her into the nearest private room.
"Wow!" I said. "The room is really nice!"
"We take a lot of pride in the place." Kylie answered.
"It's the most upscale gentleman's spa in the city." She
fluffed up a towel and handed it to me. "Do you like
what else you see?"
My dick could have answered for me. It was hard and
throbbing with excitement as I checked out Kylie's
perfect little body.
"Just grab a shower and I'll be back in five minutes,"
Kylie said and she slipped out.
I shed my clothes. The room had a large walk-in shower
area. In fact, it was perfect for a face-pissing session
if only Kylie was agreeable to that. I got wet and
soaped up. As I washed, I took a long, hard piss myself
and sprayed the shower floor with what must have been a
litre of my own fluid. I thought of Kylie watching me
while I urinated and got even harder and hornier.
I toweled off and lay face down on the massage table, my
cock tucked in against the surface and my towel flipped
over my ass in an attempt at decency. I chilled there
for a couple of minutes, thinking about whether I should
bring up the subject of Kylie's toilet needs on her
return. I was coming to the conclusion that even a
straightforward rub 'n tug with such a hot girl might be
fun and I might put her off or "piss" her off if I
mentioned golden showers.
After a while, I made my mind go blank and relaxed. The
building was dead quiet, almost silent with the
exception of the gurgling, splashing fountain outside in
the reception area.
Soon enough, I heard the tap-tapping of Kylie's high
heels on the tile hallway outside my room. As the
clicking of her stilettos came closer and closer, my
dick got harder and harder all over again. Suddenly, the
clicking stopped and the door to my room swung open.
"Hi again," Kylie said. There was a big full-length
mirror fitted across one side of the room and I glimpsed
her standing over me. She slid the towel off my ass and
inspected my butt with a smile.
"You wanted the VIP session, right?" she asked.
I nodded. I watched intently as the gorgeous brunette
shed her bra to reveal perfect champagne-glass B-cups
with eraser tip nipples. She leaned forward and stroked
her tits against my back, then stepped back again to
drop her panties and reveal a fully-shaved Vee at the
apex of her thighs.
"Do you have any special requests, Jerry?" Kylie
inquired. She ran her fingernails softly down my back
and between my legs and began to finger my balls. I
thought about whether I should ask for a golden shower
and decided to delay it. Maybe it was a request better
made when I had gotten to know Kylie a little more.
Kylie guided my hips up off the table and started to
give my cock and scrotum some focused attention with her
hands. I wondered if she was going to make me shoot my
load in the first ten minutes. I wasn't even sure if
could muster the willpower to make her slow down.
"Are you having a good time, Jerry?" she purred. "Do you
want me to jerk your hard cock more quickly? Or more
slowly? Or maybe even grind my perky little titties or
cute little pussy against your dick?"
"It all sounds good," I answered. There wasn't much else
I could say.
"Let's turn you over then." Kylie smiled. "I want to see
that big hard dick."
I rolled over on my back. Kylie inspected my erection
with what appeared to be a sense of achievement and then
got onto the table and straddled my thighs. She started
to rhythmically grind her clitoris against the lower
shaft of my hard cock.
"Does that feel good?" she inquired. "Mmmmm... It feels
pretty good for me too." She leaned forward to jam her
nipples in my face. I buried my face in her cleavage
while she rotated her hips against my groin. After about
a minute, I started to panic that I was going to cum.
"Slow down! Slow down!" I begged. "You're going to make
me shoot too fast!"
Kylie giggled. "Sorry. Just doing my job the best way I
know how." She rolled off me and we lay side by side on
the table. Her fingertips continued to stroke my balls,
but she stopped playing with my shaft and knob. I took a
deep breath and started to relax a little more.
"Better?" Kylie asked.
"Uh-huh, much," I answered.
"We can just chill for a few minutes, if you want," she
said. "We've still got about twenty minutes before your
time's up."
I winced at the idea of going back to work. The session
at the spa had turned out okay after all. Better than
okay. Kylie's fingers started to stroke a little faster
on my scrotum. I tuned out a bit and started to listen
to the fountain outside the room again.
After another minute or so, Kylie shifted position
against me and stopped playing with my balls. "I'm
sorry," she said. "I've got a little problem." She bit
her lower lip.
"What's up?" I asked.
Kylie blushed slightly. "I drank a whole smoothie before
coming in here," she explained. "And listening to that
fountain splashing outside is only making it worse!"
I turned towards her. "You have to use the ladies'
room?" I asked.
"Pretty badly," she replied. "REALLY badly!"
My dick stiffened and started to throb at the idea of
Kylie's dilemma. I ran my hand over her tight tummy. It
was distended and swollen. She clearly needed to urinate
quite desperately. I decided to tease us both a little.
"Can you hold it for another twenty minutes?" I asked.
"Oh my god!" Kylie replied. "I'm almost to the point
where I'm going to have to get up and start dancing
around!" She blushed and turned red.
It was now or never, I figured. If I didn't seize the
moment now, I probably never would.
"I bet there's a ton of guys who'd love to watch you
pee," I said.
"You have no idea!" Kylie answered. "Before I started
working at the spa, I had no inkling how many pervy men
were interested in my toilet habits!"
"For real?" I played innocent.
Kylie wriggled a little. The pee pressure in her tummy
was evidently reaching epic proportions. "You have no
idea!" she repeated. "Of course, I have to charge them
extra."
"How much extra?" I tried to sound calm, but I couldn't
stop my voice from breaking or my hand from touching my
throbbing dick.
"Twenty dollars to watch me go. And fifty dollars to
take my load," she explained. She stared into my face
and gasped. "Oh my god! You're one of them! You're a pee
pervert!"
I nodded. I was busted and loving every moment.
Kylie smiled, "Well, you certainly caught me at the
right time. I could just about pee Niagara Falls right
now. Where do you want it, Jerry?"
"On my face," I said. "Right on my face."
"Are you a drinker too?" she asked.
"A drinker?" I asked. It took me a couple of seconds to
catch her meaning. "Err, no. At least I don't think so.
I've never tried tasting pee before."
Kylie rolled off the table. She pressed both hands hard
up between her legs and danced around a little. "Damn
that fountain!" she complained.
She kicked off her high heels and hopped around,
barefoot and stark naked and with a look of stoic
concentration on her face. "C'mon," she said. "We'd
better do this fast or I'm going to leak out all over
the floor and you'll lose your little treat!"
I slid down from the table and headed towards the walk-
in shower, my dick sticking out in front of me like a
dowsing rod.
"How do you want to do this?" Kylie asked.
I lay on my back in the shower, staring up. Kylie
stepped forward and straddled my face, still cupping her
overstrained pussy with her hands.
"Like this?" she inquired.
"Uh-huh," I responded. In fact, it was perfect. If only
she would take her hands away so I could view her cunt.
After a second, she removed her pressing fingers and
lowered herself slowly into a crouch over my eager,
horny face. I studied her gorgeous puss. Her buff vulva
bulged out in a smooth convex, split by a small, elegant
set of pink inner lips.
Kylie slowly descended until she was poised only three
or four inches above me. Almost the very second that she
had frozen into her squat, a trickle of clear girl-
liquid dribbled out the length of her pink crack and ran
back to her ass.
Kylie groaned softly, "Oh god, I needed this so bad!"
Her pussy lips broke open with the pressure of her load
and a thick stream of pussy-piss burst out and hit my
face in a hot torrent. I tried to blink it out of my
eyes.
After an instant, I gave up. Kylie was simply peeing too
much for me to keep my eyes open. And then I tried to
breathe through my mouth and tasted Kylie's abundant
urinary liquid. The taste was bitter, like cough
medicine. Not what I had expected at all. I greedily
swallowed as much of Kylie's pee load as I could.
It took about 15 seconds for her to finish up. "Did you
like what I gave you, Jerry?" she purred.
I gasped and pumped my aching erection. As I looked up
at Kylie's cleft, I could see the last few drops of her
urine beading and dripping from her pretty snatch. "Oh
shit! Oh shit!" I gasped as I ejaculated in a massive,
heaving cum glob over my stomach.
"Oh my god!" Kylie laughed. "Not only were you a
drinker, you were a swallower as well!"
I smiled sheepishly. My dick was starting to ache from
all the tension and jerking of the past minutes.
"Normally I wipe off with toilet paper," Kylie smiled.
"But I'm going to let you lick the pee off my pussy
until it's completely clean again. Would you like that?"
I grinned eagerly. If only my cock wasn't so worn and
sore, it would have been re-erecting already. I was
lying in a pool of Kylie's pee. I got to my knees and
crawled over to her cleft and began to tongue it clean.
***
Kylie showered first and I watched closely as she soaped
and toweled the urine off her pussy, both inside and out
before rinsing with the detachable shower head and
drying off. She pulled on her little outfit and left the
room while I cleaned up in turn. When I came out into
the reception foyer, Kylie was standing with the
Italian-Canadian receptionist. Both women grinned when
they saw me.
"So he IS a pervert," the receptionist laughed.
Kylie nodded knowingly.
The receptionist arched her eyebrows. "I knew it the
moment he came into the spa. I can always tell."
I smiled and shrugged.
"I'm Dina," the receptionist announced. "I'm the owner
of the spa. Looks like you're going to be a repeat
customer. Perverts usually are."
I agreed that I intended to come back as often as my
budget allowed. The two women exchanged glances.
"Well, Mr. Pervert?" Dina asked, "do you have another
fifty dollars in your pocket?"
"Why?" I inquired.
"Because I've been drinking lattes all morning," Dina
responded, "and I'd like to piss on your face just like
Kylie did."
Kylie started to giggle again. Almost impossibly, I felt
my well-milked cock start to harden once more in my
pants and my hand rubbed against its swollen knob as I
reached into my pocket for the bill.
Dina stepped from behind the reception counter. She was
wearing black tights below her blue t-shirt. A gap
between the two garments showed a hint of female six-
pack.
"I work out and do yoga a lot," she explained. She
twirled around to display perfect round buns and the
outline of slender, toned thighs inside her tights.
I handed Dina the fifty. "Will that get me a strip as
well?" I ventured.
"I'd love to strip for you and show you what I've got,"
Dina answered. "My little show is going to get you all
nice and randy for when I use you as my toilet bowl."
I followed Dina back into the massage room. As soon as
the door closed, I threw off my clothes. Dina started
stripping too, slowly and artistically. As she carefully
removed each item, she showed it to me and then placed
it on the massage table. First she kicked off her
sneakers. Then the light blue t-shirt made its way up
over her pony tail to reveal a beige lace underwire bra.
"What's your size?" I asked. The cups were impressively
large.
"34D," Dina replied. She unhooked the bra and shrugged
it off her toned, smooth shoulders and down her slender
arms. Her tits stuck straight out ahead of her in
conical, fake torpedoes and ended in blunt, dark
puffies. I whistled in appreciation.
Dina put the bra aside and hooked her thumbs in the
waistband of her tights. The black leggings bunched and
then moved down her ass and hips millimeter by
millimeter to reveal a thick, dark bush over her
pantyless cunt.
You don't shave?" I asked.
"My husband's old fashioned," she replied, "And he likes
the way my pubic hair tickles his shaft as he sticks his
cock in me." She leaned back against the massage table
to lift her legs out of the crumpled, black garment,
flashing her hairy snatch-slit at me as she did.
"Ready to be pissed on, Mr. Pervert?" she challenged.
I had been squeezing and pulling at my battered cock and
it was as hard and stiff as ever. I lay back in the
walk-in shower, face up like before. Dina stood over me
and pushed her manicured little toes into my face.
"Kiss my pretty feet and beg me," she ordered.
"Please! Please! Please!" I begged between kisses. Dina
straddled my face and lowered her furry cunt.
She squatted over me and carefully separated her
pussylips to show vivid pink inner folds. All at once, a
thick, clear stream of piss spurted out over her elegant
fingers and hit me full in the eyes and mouth. Dina's
girl-water was less bitter than Kylie's and tasted
almost sugary. I gulped and licked up as much of it as I
could until she stopped pissing and straightened up.
"Can I lick you clean?" I begged.
Dina shook her head. "Sorry. This pussy belongs one
hundred percent to my husband," she replied. "Now get
going on your cock. I don't have all day."
A half-dozen cranks on my swollen dick brought me to a
painful, cumless orgasm. I groaned and sat up out of
Dina's pisspool. My cock was aching so much, I could
barely walk.
***
Dina was back already at the reception desk as I closed
the door to the massage room behind me.
"Hi again," she smiled. "I'd like you meet the other
girls who work at the spa. This is Leigh-Anne."
A tall, athletic blonde in a little cheerleader costume
stepped forward. She was gorgeous and about twenty years
old.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Pissy-Face," she laughed.
"And this is Cameron." Dina introduced. Cameron was a
petite redhead with a nose-ring who was wearing a teddy.
"Hi, Mr. Pissy-Face," she said.
"And finally this is Jade," Dina said. Jade was an
oriental with tanned skin and fake boobs. It was hard to
decide if in fact she wasn't the most gorgeous of them
all.
"Hello there, Mr. Pissy-Face Toilet," Jade smiled.
"Would you like to drink MY pee as well?"
"I think Mr. Pervert Pissy-Face is out of money and cum
right now," Dina interjected. "If he had brought more
money with him and controlled his urge to continually
jerk off, he could have tasted what ALL the girls have
inside them. But I guess he didn't. And I guess that's
because he's such a pervert pissy-face."
The three other girls joined together in a spontaneous
chorus of "Psssss! Pssss! Pssss!" and giggled.
And that's when I knew for sure that "Mr. Pissy-Face
Toilet" would be visiting the spa as often as he
possibly could from that day on.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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